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if u want on e just tell me and i can find u one in an instant!!!!!

This doesn't belong in Movies..

topic is kind of worrisome too.. I don't know whether I should move it or just close it The public can decide.

What on earth is this about???

look i dont think any of us need you to help us aexcept maybe tom and lara and yerss!

he asks if anyone wants a boyfriend or a girlfriend.
Seems like we have a new pimp around

Sorry, have my hands full with queeq, thank you.

well, I wouldn`t say no thanks to a new girlfriend!!

I think this is cute. But just a tad too late for me, I'm afraid!

I need a GF but I think I can find one on my own thanks anyways though.

finti, that's pretty funny.

I thought that Raz was the pimp cause just look at his avatar.

always two there is......

A pimp and a pimpkin.

No more, no less

There will be no pimping here, dammit!

Like you have anything to say about that.

Why do you want to run the escort service around here?

I don't pimp out ladies, I bring them home myself

And spend how much? Maybe you're using Ush's card there too.

Good one. I set myself up for that.

You mean I finally got a quick draw on ToMacco?

I guess so, congradulations.

Thank you! Thank you!

heres a little story ....i started work about 4-5 months ago .i really liked this girl that i work with ..so i gave her a poem i wrote about her and a dozen roses ,it was animiously sent .so after about another week i gave her a large heart shapd box with 2 dozen roses i plucked all the peddles off the 2 dozen roses so i could make a little bed of rose peddles and i put a note telling her who i was and asking her out to a movie (vanilla sky) and another 2 dozen special long stem roses(f**king expensive) the next day she told that she doesnt want to date me .. thats my story i guess im just too fat and ugly for her ...but at least i tired

Hmmmm...It probably would have been better to have just asked her out in person huh?

You probably creeped her out. Maybe she thought that you were a stalker.

what's a bf and a gf?

see fintis post

Or to make it simple for you, cause of how lazy you are:

BF = Boyfriend

GF = Girlfriend

ow! I see! Now I'm lazy huh? well, mister, if you weren't way over there I would take my plastic lightsabre and knock on your door! Lucky you!

What you want to play a game of international ding-dong ditch now?

I got the whole lazy thing from your website. It says the disclaimer is there because your lazy or something like that.

website: http://www.starwarsfan.tk
(well, Lance mentioned it, but didn't gave the url )

I have to admit... I'm lazy... and I STILL get online for you all...




I don't here appreciations about that people!

Yaaaaaaaayyy

He does it for us.

now, start bowing!

::Bows down as yerss walks by::

::Grabs his ankle and watches him fall on his egotystical face::

j/k

now my nose is broken! Again!

"Oh, my nose!"

"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!"

It's not YOUR nose!

I was imitating the Brady Bunch where the boys throw a pigskin football at Marsha and it breaks her nose.

I knew that!

Then why did you say that???

I don't know!!!

Hey Machine, did that ***** give you a reason she didn't want to date you?

That really pisses me off, man.

Who's the *****?

The ***** that rejected him.

Machine, don't let that whore get you down. You keep being yourself, man. The right woman will come to you. Don't let that dick-tease get the best of you.

But what's the *****'s name?

her name is chelsea and she gave me this bulshit that she needs to find her self before getting a boyfriend but i work with her so i hear he talk about how hot this guy is and how sexy that other guy is ,so she is liar ...

and now like you react she will certainly be interested

She needs to find herself before getting a boyfriend? What kind of f*&#ed up sh!t is that?

It means she doesn't know what she wants. Which sounds harsh, but it is true for a LOT of people.

I'm sorry she cut you up, of course- especially if it was just cover for getting in with someone else- but a person who doesn't know what he or she wants makes a poor partner.

Btu the worst part would be she said she doesn't know what she wants but then starts to go out with someone else.

Yeah, like I said, that's harsh.

Way too harsh for my tastes. I'd just a soon kiss a wookie than to have that happen to me.

That can be arranged.

I don't have a girlfriend yet. I like one girl, but she's a popular kid and I'm "middle-class" with my friends. She's hot, but she thinks I'm a retard.

Don't most of the 'populars' suck? They always think they can walk all over you cause you have different types of friends.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Sad but true. I joined a game with two of my friends named Colin and David, but they joined a game with the popular kids. The game is called "Smeer the Queer," which means "Tackle the Gay Guy that has the football." This that have happened to me while playing:

*Almost tackled Matt (the guy with the ball), but his friend, Taylor, tried to trip me while yelling "F***er!"*
*Got shoved into the pile of people trying to get the ball by the girl I like.*
*Tackled Taylor 3 times after he called me a f***er.*
*Tripped Jay (another jackass popular kid) by kicking him in the shin, but he dropped the ball, got up, and shoved me into the ground.*
*Was running to get the ball when Taylor butt bashed me. I got a large bruise, although he got a skinned knee from falling over.*

I weigh 110 pounds, so it takes 3-5 people to knock me over or if they take me by surprise.

You only weigh 110 lbs.?

Damn I weigh 225 lbs. at 6'3 in height.

Life can be harsh, eh?

Actually- and I stress that I am not siding with the girl, nor do I fully understand the situation- the reason she lied to move onto a new boy is because it takes either great bravery or great callousness to go up to a partner and say "Quite frankly, I want someone else more. Goodbye."

Most people lie to feel better.

I know what you mean about the whole being afaraid to tell it straight to someone's face.

Oh yeah.

And, in that case that you way over 200, I really weigh about 140. I fibbed just so I wouldn't look like a fat guy. Hey, I lied, and I felt much better.

How tall are you?

Ever been dumped by a text message?

Not me.

I haven't been literally, but as near as damn it. All ended happily, though, so I can't moan.

I'm almost 6 feet. Around 5'7" and 5'9".

So who was it that nearly dumped you on the computer?

She didn;t nearly dump me, she totally dumped me, but it wasn't literally like that because we weren't LITERALLY boyfriend and girlfriend.

Now I'm confused. You weren't actually going out?

Yes we were; but it wasn't official.

Whole thing was funny, from the moment we met onwards.

Still not clicking right in my brain. Who cares. Next thing to talk about.

You mentioned how much 'populars' suck, Lance. They ever done anything specific to piss you off?

The like to single me out and make fun of my glasses. (The original glasses I owned were HUGE)

Hey, even Homer Simpson has to wear glasses sometimes...

No, you don't understand these things were like 3 times the size of my eyes.

Ow, harsh. Especially if it's coming from a popular kid. Most of the popular boys at my school call me: f***er, fat bastard, retard, slow-poke, and a variety of cuss words. The popular girls try their best to avoid me, but I don't really care. Most off them talk about how cute the popular boys are and just stand around on the soccer field, talking for endless minutes...until the lunch bell rings.

Some girls don't care what I'm like, but they don't like me. The girl I like doesn't care what I'm like, but she doesn't like me. She hates me, but doesn't avoid me. She's liked by 3 other people: Scott, a boy at my school with long nails that are dirty and takes pills to control his attitude, me, one of the weighty guys that likes to draw too much and has a large imagination, and Wyatt, a boy who spends time with girls too much and knows what they like. Wyatt has the biggest chance out of the 3. I have 2nd place. Although, me and Wyatt aren't exactly in here top 10.

Damn! Popular kids at my school are pains is my ass, thorns in my shoe, whatever other annoying term there is. They just don't have respect. Maybe from other populars, but nobody else.

Rusty nail in the ass?

Me and you are a lot alike. Weighty like to draw (although my drawings aren't ever good) and have too much imagination.

Good to hear it. I don't know anyone like that at my school. I usually draw stuff that only I like: spaceships, weapons, and characters for a story I'm writing. I like drawing it more than writing it though. Maybe I should make a thread to see what everyone thinks. The first one sucks, but the sequel to it is the one I'm writing now and I think it's pretty good.

Is there such thing as TOO MUCH imagination?

Not at all. Let's see the story you made.

Here's the first Chapter. The original had too many characters, each without a background. The second one is a little better. It's about three people: Tony Braaxton, the main character, Kyle Novas, his best friend, and Laurie Maxxel, Tony's future girlfriend. They escaped from the destruction of Earth and saved the human race at the end of the first one, but it went too much along the lines of the movie Titan A.E. The next one almost revolves around the places in Disneyland, but not too much along those lines. Here's the first Chapter.

Chapter I: The Flight to Dentaan
“This is boring. When are we going to reach Tekra?” whined Kyle. “In 3 more hours,” I replied. “Just play Digital Gameboy until we get there.” I’m Tony Braaxton, an intergalactic hero. I fly the Stingray through the universe, traveling from planet to planet helping destroy the last of the Matorian armies of King Pluton. “Let’s talk about that last battle on Chowmokk V,” Laurie thought up, desperate for something to talk about. “Did you see me knock that giant freakish Matorian over!” yelled Kyle, now excited, since we hadn’t talked about the Liberation of Chowmokk V. “That was pretty cool. I think that thing escaped. Wasn’t it called a Kraaxon?” asked Laurie. “Yep. It spoke of Pluton, something about him returning....” I didn’t finish. The Stingray lurched back and forth, swaying violently.
“The engine’s out guys! We’ll have to crash on the planet below us!” I shouted over the noise of blaster fire and explosions. A Matorian Missile starfighter zoomed into target. I fired, but our blasters were out. Then I saw bluish sparks flying around. The Matorian had caught us with an electronic net, disabling our engine, weaponry, and communications. He obviously wanted us to crash on the green planet below. I could still steer, so I aimed the ship towards the spinning ball.
“I wonder what planet it is?” Laurie questioned when the ship had stopped shaking. When we got closer to the surface it looked like a farm below us. It had started to rain, but I think it was before we entered the atmosphere. A long, dirt road had become muddy and slick, so I steered the ship above it. We came closer, and closer, until SPLAT! Mud, metal, and wires flew in all directions. We slid six dozen more yards and landed in a lake. “WE’RE GOING UNDER!” screamed Laurie. I grabbed my gun and blade and blasted the door open. Water started flooding in. I grabbed some ammo packs and my backpack, loaded with essential things for survival.
After Laurie and Kyle got their things, we jumped out of the sinking ship. A fisherman, who saw us crash, sped over to us. “Get in! You’ll freeze in this cold water!” said the old man. I clambered into the boat, then helped Laurie get into the boat. Kyle came next, spitting water out of his mouth. “Ugh! This water is nasty!” “Yes, that’s because the water is in the Lake of Credge. It has something in it that makes it taste bad and freezing cold,” said the fisherman. “What’s your name and what planet are we on?” I asked the old man. “My name is Raphael Credge. You’re on the planet of Dentaan,” was his reply. “This is my lake. The Credge family has lived on this lake for 200 years.”
He took us to his home. It was a large, wooden house that looked like it was centuries old and could be blown over in a storm. “We put metal beams inside. But that’s not our house. Our house is in the city, but we’re living here because of the droids that have taken over have made everyone slaves to the Matorians.” “Matorian robots? Why would they attack Dentaan?” asked Kyle. “They want their creators to have our money and power,” said Raphael. “And Dentaan has lots of that. I use to have one million dollars from selling my lake’s Relbb fish.”
He led us into the house. A girl about our age was watching a boy play a Nintendo Dolphin Zelda game. “These are my grandchildren, Merael and Terael,” Raphael informed us. “Merael, Terael, this is...um, I didn’t get your names,” Raphael tried to introduce us. “My name’s Tony, this is Kyle, and this is Laurie,” I said. The jaws on the kids dropped. “You’re the people who found that old spaceship!” said Terael, the boy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Merael, the girl, shaking our hands hard. “I’m your biggest fan.” “I didn’t know I had fans. But that’s cool,” laughed Kyle. I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Have you come to destroy the robots?” asked Terael. “No, but we can make an exception. We’ll do it,” I answered. “Okay, then you’ll need speeder bikes. I have four. Merael shall go with you.” Raphael took out a map for us. “Drive the speeder bikes to the city. Go down Alpha Street and turn left on Edgemon Avenue. Then go down an alley opposite of Yshaw Drive. Turn left at the right end of the alley. You’ll be in the airport.
“Steal four of the Asteroid Blaster starships. Merael will give you instructions on how to maneuver them. When you leave the atmosphere, watch out for Matorian ships. They’ve seen the crashing of many ships crossing through the Dentaan System. Go directly to Doshekk. You’ll need to find a green crystal in the shape of a coconut. You need to go through the Dentaan System looking for these crystals. Go to Dettzo, Durrel, Dixxk, Donn, Delfedge, and come back to Dentaan in that order. Did you get all that?”
“Yes, Raphael. We’ll get those crystals. Those droids are going down,” I said. “Droids and Matorians might guard the way, so look out. Kyle and Laurie, do you have beamswords?” Raphael asked. “I do, but Kyle doesn’t,” replied Laurie. “Then take this Kyle.” Raphael handed Kyle a beamsword. “It came from a fallen droid I blew up with a detonator. Don’t worry, they don’t all have blades,” giggled the old man, seeing our worried faces.

My teacher saws I'm one of the best writers in the classroom.

Beamswords, just incase you were wondering, are like lightsabers, but the blades look like old fashioned sword blades and are whatever color, from white to blue to green. Tony's is blue, Laurie has purple, and Kyle's new sword is orange. The blades are see through, but give off a bright glow. The handles can look like lightsaber handles, or they can look like LOTR style sword handles.

The Matorians are a race from the planet Maraaka. They are violent and have a vast army. They destroyed the Earth with a ship called the Planetary Destructor, which looks like an umbrella. The Matorians pilot ships called Missile starfighters. They look vaguely like missiles, but they fly like missiles. The Matorians are tall and skinny, with padded feet and triangular heads. The leaders are Lord Pluton Charon. He is a special Matorian, for he has ears that the Matorians don't. It means he was born to be a leader. Charon was the guy that drove people across the river to hell, and that's almost what Lord Charon does: kills people violently and drives them to hell. Lord Toredge, a Grand Admiral when he was younger, is a red-skinned Tirellian from Tirell. He wears black robes and has pincer like teeth protruding from his upper jaw. His species is almost extinct.

The Matorians created an evil robot called the Robotron 5XM. It is armed with an orange beamsword and a built-in gun that replaces its left arm. The gun can be set to:
Blaster: Fires an orange laser bolt.
Starblaster: Fires white ninja-star shaped lasers that can shred through metal.
Electro: Fires electricity. Almost like a taser.
???: I forgot the name of the last weapon. It fires a green orb. If it hits you, you die instantly and disappear. If it hits the ground, it explodes in a huge explosion.

I'll have to scan all of this stuff from my sketch book.

What do ya' think? Long isn't it. Here's a little more about the ship they fly in.

The Stingray is the ship they fly in. They called it the Stingray cause it looks like one. It is a modified Manta QO-99. It has a thin, orange-windowed cockpit that can have a blast shield closed over it. Two forward blasters sit on either side of the long, thin cockpit. Off more to the edges of the "wings" is turret like guns that fire lasers, electro nets (my form of the ion cannon), energy torpedoes, and homing torpedoes. The last weapon is a back-mounted laser on the "tail" of the ship. It fires lasers and electro nets. Under the "wings" and at the tip of the "tail" are the engines. On the "tail" there is a fin and on the side are windows, orange like the cockpit. It also has a sensor behind the cockpit on the left a tiny bit.

I'll have to scan this stuff. I have 7 pages of ships, at least or more than 20 on each.

I'm lazy today and don't want to read all that. But I did read about the Stingray.

Okay. Read it whenever you feel like it. Once you do, I'll post the 2nd chapter if you like it.

Ok. This can probably go in the RP forum now REX.

Stingraaaaaaaay, Stingray! Da-da-da-da-da-da!

Writing is bloody hard, but you have to stick at it if you want to break through. I try and do 10,000 words a week.

Do you just write fan fiction Ush?

Good Lord no, that's a very small part of my output. I write novels on the whole, and the odd short story.

This year I am finally writing one with the intent to publish; only got 8000 words done last week though.

What's the novel about?

I really don't have all the time in the world. My teacher in school is demanding. Wants work done. Plus I'm late with homework too often. I write for school, but when I really write for me is during school breaks (Summer, Winter, and Ski Week). Ski Week is in two weeks. Begins Feb. 18 and ends the morning of the 25.

Luckily, I DO have all the time in the world.

I tend to write about all sorts, Lance, but I'm starting with something fun for publishing so it is a fantasy thing.

To me the fantasy is the best type of book to get lost in.

The market is ludicrously overcrowded. It's probably a bad idea.

I have a question: Does anybody want a BF or GF?

Here's the second chapter. tell me if you want to know anything in it.
Chapter II: Speeding to the Airport
The speeder bikes were sleek and jet-black. The one Merael took was sapphire, made for speed. The speeder bikes were armed with small cannons. “I hope this works. This entire system is counting on us,” Kyle said hopefully. I had my pack on and my blade and blaster in there hilts. I was ready to attack any droid that came near. The bikes were armed with standard blasters, not very powerful but accurate. “Let’s go!” I ordered. The engines roared to life at a push of the ignition button. We sped towards town.
Merael was the first to see the city. “Beware of droids. They’ll blast us out of the air,” warned Merael. Soon we past through the gates to the city of Delfinian. We zoomed down the empty streets. I looked at a street sign that read Alpha Street. “Okay, we’re on the right track. Let’s find Edgemon Avenue,” I yelled to the others. “Hey you! Stop right there!” We had been spotted. A few Matorians in white suits of armor zoomed towards us on speeder bikes of green. Leading them was a Tirell that Laurie and I had left in a huge explosion on Terra. “Toredge! How did you escape that explosion?” Laurie shrieked. “A Tirell can survive anything. Fire and charge, men!” Toredge boomed in his deep, husky voice.
We zoomed off toward traffic. “We’ll lose ‘em on in the cars!” I suddenly saw that we had zipped past Edgemon Avenue. “Turn around! We past Edgemon!” I ordered. “No! That will be our death! Keep going!” Merael barked back in protest. So we went through the cars, separated. Suddenly, I heard a bike behind me. Toredge, the last Tirell known, was aiming a missile at me. I swerved and the missile sped away, hitting a Matorian hovercar. The car crashed, taking a two of Toredge’s men with it. I almost slammed into the vehicle, but hit the jets and flew over it. We turned on Yshaw Drive. Straight-ahead was an alley.
Laurie was now riding with Merael. I guess she had crashed in the car accident. Kyle was bruised and smoke was billowing out the back of his bike. We zoomed into the alley and turned right. Soon a wall was heading closer. We stopped at the garage door nearby and Merael put her speeder inside and turned on its cloaking device. The bike disappeared from view. At the end of the alley, Kyle and I slashed open the back door to the airport. With Merael on Kyle’s bike and Laurie on mine, we zoomed toward a fleet of gray ships, trimmed with sapphire, garnet, gold, and emerald. I hopped in a sapphire one, Laurie in a garnet, Kyle in a gold, and Merael in an emerald.
“Stop right there. Step away from the Asteroid Blasters!” A droid up to my chin rolled toward my vehicle on caterpillar tracks. It started firing violet blaster bolts at my ship. I turned on the ship and Merael came over the comlink. “...on the shields, turn them on! Then take off! On the count of one. ONE!” I flipped the switch to the shields. The violet bolts started bouncing off and hit the robot in the head, deactivating him. I hit thrust and BOOM! I sped forward with such speed I was pushed against my seat. Then I flew off a ramp and I was in the air speeding toward space. I steered the ship towards the robots. I opened fire on the robots, destroying most of them.
I aimed at Toredge. Bam! Kaboom! Toredge and his speeder went up in smoke. “There goes the last Tirell in the universe,” I whooped over the comlink. I kept firing at the droid and Matorians massing around a garnet ship. “Laurie! Hit Thrust! Thrust!” As soon as I finished, the garnet ship flew off towards the ramp, went over it, and was airborne. The gold and emerald ships disappeared into space. I turned skyward and hit Thrust again. Up, up, up and away. The clouds were gone and stars were visible.
<<<<<>>>>>
Through the smoke and fire, Toredge could see Tony and his gang speeding off to Doshekk. “Curse them!” he roared. He stomped out of the flaming wreckage of the customized speeder bike he owned. He walked to his general, General Awal McCeelon. “Get my shuttle prepared. I want a troop of men to go with me. Tony Braaxton shall not escape,” he muttered.
“Who do you want to go with you in the troop sir?” McCeelon asked. “I want Lieutenant Sykes, Major Bllat, Sargent Cliike, 24 army men, and a Robotron 5XM. No more, no less,” ordered Toredge, glaring menacingly at McCeelon. “You’re coming too.” “Yes sir. Would you like to go to the hospital droid for the gash in your side?” McCeelon asked, unwavering against Toredge’s menacing glare and roaring voice. “Yes, put me in a hovercar. I should hire some bounty hunters.”

This one's shorter.

I'm still lazy, I'll read it tomorrow first thing.

Wake me up when people are done reading it

He started writing a fantasy novel for me. It was fantastic!

he=captain rex?

I presume you're taking about Ush, who started writing again on Tuesday...
I can only hope if it gets publised it will reach Belgium!

Course it will and if not I will buy a copy, get Ush to sign it and post it over to you!

I think the sending will be more expansif then the book itself...
Nice! I'll drop my address then... my first signed book...

*starts to dream away*
The things I could do with that!
Reading the book for example, wow!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

go ahead finti, YOU don't have the book yet!

Well, what do you guys think of my writing?

well, a while back you PM'ed me your first lines, I gave a remark on something but you still haven't said anything about it nor changed it in your story

Oh. You mean the Gameboy 3D. Oops. I forgot. I was busy writing the latest chapter. I think it's chapter 11. The whole story is 22 pages on Microsoft Works.

It's ok, go ahead, I'm used of being ignored

Here's Chapter 3. The parts where people are talking and it's all lower-case, they speak in a different language that was only on my computer. Usually it's the Matorians talking. It'll repeat itself afterwards.

Chapter III: Journey to Doshekk
We flew for about an hour. “Hey Tony,” Kyle muttered over the comlink. “We have someone following us.” I looked behind me. Two shuttles were gaining fast, assisted by four Matorian Missile starfighters. “Speed up. They’ll get too close to my liking if we don’t.” “Merael, what is this ship armed with?” I asked. “It has blasters, cloaking, and disruptor,” Merael answered over the comlink. “I think we should turn on the cloak. Hit the greenish button near the ignition and thrust.” I looked at Kyle’s ship, watching it crackle out of view, then did the same. “Now turn on the Laset View. We’ll be able to see each other.” I flipped the switch labeled Laset V. The viewport of the ship turned red and then normal, but I could now see the others.
“Now, hit Thrust and go towards Doshekk.” Just before Merael finished her last instruction, Electro nets flew in every direction. Suddenly, I could no longer see my partners. An Electro net had hit me. The blazing blue net sent sparks on to the ship’s skin and into its structure. Suddenly, with the sound of blaster fire, Merael order me to switch the shields to full power. I hit the black button and the net detached from the ship. I pivoted the ship around 180 degrees and saw that Merael, Laurie, and Kyle was flying away from Missile starfighters. I zoomed in and blasted a starfighter on Kyle’s tail. “Thanks Tony,” came Kyle’s grateful voice. I zoomed with Kyle towards the shuttles. “I’ll take the shuttles, you take the starfighters on the girls’ tails,” I commanded.
Kyle flew to the starfighters while I kept and course toward the two shuttles. I opened fired, nailing one shuttle in the side. Metal shattered under the strength of the blast. Three magnum nets sailed through the air at me, missing by a few feet. Lousy aim. I aimed a shot at the turret and hit a bull’s-eye, blowing the turret to pieces. Suddenly, a ship hit me, making us twirl in circles. It was a Matorian starfighter. I shot it twice, missing both times.
This is crazy, I thought. “Call off the attack! Retreat, retreat!” But it was too late. Kyle ship was caught in a magnum net. Merael was being pulled towards the larger shuttle. Laurie was sputtering her ship towards Doshekk. The last Matorian starfighter was making a flight path steadily towards her. I zoomed at the starfighter and blasted it to pieces. I even blasted the pieces to pieces. “Kyle? Kyle, come in. Kyle, are you still there? KYLE?!” I cried. But it was another too late. The net had reach his comlink, cutting all communication off from the gold-trimmed ship.
“Laurie? Are you alright?” I cried to her. “Yes...fine...Comlink...busted...Systems...failing...Going...down....” The comlink was interrupted. “This is shuttle Magnum. Surrender now or Prince Toredge will have the honor of blowing you to pieces or your friend in the other ship.” The droid’s voice was an evil, electronic buzz. I looked at Laurie’s failing ship. It started falling towards the atmosphere of Doshekk. I started to hit thrust, but a magnum net flew around me from the Magnum. “this is shuttle gulmek. you shall pay credits for all damage done to the shuttle (This is shuttle Gulmek. You shall pay credits for all damage done to the shuttle.),” came a familiar voice. “Lieutenant Sykes!” He had supposedly been destroyed with the Amok Walker Factory in the Matorian mine on Terra.
My ship started heading the other direction. “Stop it! Let me go!” I screamed. I started pounding the Thrust button. With a burst of speed and a flash of white, I tore through the net. I slammed on the breaks. I didn’t stop. “Arggg!!!” I flew through the atmosphere. I was going so fast that the ship was burning up. Soon the dense jungles came into view. A long, winding river was below me. I suddenly dropped so rapidly that I hit a tree and flipped around in circles. With a deafening smack and billows of steam, my ship hit the river and slid to the shore. Water flood up to my chin into the cockpit.
I unstrapped my safety strap and jumped out of the cockpit. Then a piercing, hiss-like shriek filled the air. I ignited my beamsword and swung around to face my foe. It was a gigantic cobra. It lunged at me and I swung the blade at it. I singed his face and the reptile turned around and fled into the jungle. “Snakes.” I headed down the river. Soon I came upon a wrecked speeder. Nearby I found a ripped up computer. I looked down the bank. As far as my eye could see I saw ripped up and destroyed technology. I found an intact computer. I switched it on.
“Welcome to Matorian Technology. Would you like English, Matorian, or Dentian?” I clicked English on the Touch-Activated screen. “You have clicked English. What would you like to know?” Suddenly, the computer shutdown. I looked at the battery check gauge. It read empty. I looked around. Everywhere I looked I saw pieces of Matorian junk, strewn around like something had hit them like a bomb, but he didn’t see any scorch marks. I walked a little farther. Soon a garnet-trimmed, smoking ship came into view. I ran to it. “Laurie! Laurie! LAURIE!” I yelped. In a flash my blade turned on and I was slashing the cockpit window open.
Laurie’s limp body was not moving at all. I took some water from the river. I spilled it on her face, suddenly jolting her upright. “Where am I?” she gasped. “You’re on Doshekk. Are you all right?” “I’m fine. Get me out of this wreck.” I began to lift her out of the wreckage of the garnet-trimmed Asteroid Blaster, when a blaster bolt soared through the air and blew some of the garnet trim and metal off the wing. “You are under arrest by command of Toredge. Please put your hands in the air and drop you weapons.” A droid was aiming his arm cannon viciously at us. Behind him were General McCeelon and Major Bllat, aiming rifles and cannons at us. I set Laurie down on the mushy, swampy ground. She got up immediately.
She took out her blade and the violet light came from the handle. I took out mine and ignited the sky blue blade and began the attack. The droid started firing at me. Bzz! Bzz! Cush! Violet bolts flew back and forth. The droid had ignited a crimson blade. Suddenly a giant orange bolt flew towards me, fired from Major Bllat’s bazooka. Laurie swung the sword and bounced the blast back, scorching the ground next the Bllat. Bllat was startled and dropped his bazooka fell in the river. McCeelon was readying a seeker when Laurie sliced the rifle in half. McCeelon raised his arms and yelled “To arms! To arms!” With loud war cries about five Matorian soldiers jumped from the bushes and started firing.
I was locked in a sword battle with the droid. I fumbled on the wet ground, waiting for the droid to deliver the winning blow. But, in a flash of sparks, the robot’s head fell off its body. Laurie had smote off the robot’s head. It dropped the sword, which thudded on the ground and sunk into the mud. I jumped to my feet and deflected a blast from hitting Laurie. It flew at McCeelon, whom was a prisoner of Laurie. One army member jumped in harm’s way, then fell to the ground dead and into the murky water.
I slashed at two more. Both fell at my feet in half. The Laurie spared a second to slice the head off of another. Bllat and the last soldier ran back towards the bushes. I shot the soldier, but Bllat fled, supposedly back to the Matorians camp to tell Toredge. Suddenly, Laurie fell over from one of McCeelon’s famous Matorakkso Trips. He ran after Bllat.
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Everyone was sitting around, waiting for Bllat, McCeelon, and the other five to come back. With a few shouts, McCeelon and Bllat burst through the bushes. “Toredge! They survived their crashes! I don’t think they’ll be taking off in their ships though,” yelled Bllat. “I think we should set a trap for them. They’ll do anything to save there friends, right?” McCeelon planned to himself. “Right. Take the girl and the cop to the temple,” ordered Toredge. “The temple?! Isn’t it haunted?” yelled one army man. “Yes, but that’s the trap. I have a amulet that will protect us. We’ll put them deep in the temple. Then hide them. When they all arrive, they’ll never see the light of day again.”

Matorakkso is the true name of the Matorians. I named them Matorians for short.

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I've got to go to school. I be back at 3:30 pacific time.

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I'm back. Bumping...

Come on! Aren't you going to tell me what you think of my writing? Finti, Lance, anyone?

I DO have this habit of putting people I know in my stories. Edna rather liked the fantasy version of her!

(Not THAT sort of fantasy, queeq)

Rex, it is my experience that people do not like making public comments on unfinished work; it's difficult to fully relate to the material. I'll PM you a coupe of comments if you want.

I agree....better to make positive comments and constructive criticism in private. Thats what I do with Ush.

As for Machine, my complete sympathies. Being 38 years old now, let me offer you a piece of advice. I only dated guys who DIDN'T go to my high school. So when things didn't work out (as was inevitable) you didn't have to deal with still seeing them around all the time-or worse, with another girl, whilst you are suffering double humiliation. Follow me ?

Okay. PM me with what you think. I rather just find out what everyone thinks. If your going to say it sound to Star Warsish, that's because I get a lot of ideas from there, and from other movies and books, and a few from off the top of my head. Most are SW ideas changed by me and my ideas.

Well Ush writes better than I do, but I'll give ya my two cents. Give me a day or two, captain....

... and then wake me up

Next time, Rex you should probably make a new thread for it...It might get lost when you stick it in an unrelated topic.


*nudges fint* You're snoring..

*stands next to Dim, staring at finti in his little bed*

Ya know, he drools just like Homer....

Maybe he's becoming Homer

*check fint's hairline*

Well, he has the tummy for it...

Let's take him to the all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.....

What's Homer's record again?

They threw him out cause they ran out of food.

I dont eat sea food ..............

ohhhhhhhh! Homer talk!

Yes, he ate all the seafood, and two plastic lobsters.

That can't be good for a body..

Then he takes "The Fryin' Dutchman" to court.

"The sign said 'all you can eat'"

I would eat a lot.

I don't really care for seafood.

I want some crabcakes.. Anyway...time to close this I think.

crabcake? No thanks. You can have mine, Dimmy.