Post by dancer4life on Jan 17, 2012 2:08:25 GMT -5
**Cue Fanfare!!**
IN ORDER OF A HOLIDAY REQUIRING EVERYONE ATTEND TO THEIR FAMILIES, OUR CELTIC HEROES HAVE BEEN EATING ENORMOUS AMOUNTS OF QUALITY FOOD AND DRINKING COPIOUS AMOUNT OF THE BEST BEVERAGES IRISH AND SCOTTISH TABLES CAN SET FORTH.
THE AFTERMATH OF SUCH DARING FEATS REQUIRES QUESTS OF GREAT STRENGTH AND ENDURANCE IN THE FORM OF NAPS IN FRONT OF MOVIES, THE NEWS, AND YES, THE EVER PRESENT FOOTBALL GAMES AND MATCHES SO LOVED BY THESE IRISH FOLK.
LITTLE DO THEY KNOW THE DANGERS OF SLEEPING ON SUCH A FULL STOMACH AND THAT THERE ARE THOSE WHO LURK, WAITING FOR A TIME SUCH AS THIS TO TOY WITH THEIR PEACEFUL AND BENEVOLENT MINDS...................
Ryan stroked Molly’s head as the opening credits for Return of the Jedi rolled across the screen. “Sometimes it’s good to act like a teenager,” he said, delving deeper into his parents’ living room couch. Something poked him in the back and he found a shilling that had worked its way to the depths of the couch. “Nineteen seventy-eight, good year.”
Molly woofed and jumped up on the couch with him, resting her head on her man’s chest, looking at him with loving eyes. She loved having him home. Even if she got to spend time with Rory the Cat and cause all sorts of havoc when the human Kellies were occupied otherwise.
The siren announcing the arrival of the Emperor’s shuttle woke her from her nap and she shook her head as he appeared on the screen. She growled deep in her throat then yelped as Ryan muttered fitfully in his sleep.
Molly pawed her master’s arm and whimpered, worried about him.
Ryan sat up and shook his head. “It’s all right, girl.” He stroked her forehead.
He stood up and grabbed onto the wall near him as the floor rocked to the side, nearly throwing him to the ground. “What on earth!”
“You called sir?”
Ryan looked behind him as golden robot can trotting up to him.
“C3PO? I must’ve drunk more than I thought.”
“No, I am C3Paulo,” said the prissy droid. “Human—”
“Cyborg relations, I know,” Ryan drawled irritably, just like Harrison Ford. He ran his hand through his hair and realized how long it was. Then he looked around him and saw Molly had grown to nearly seven feet tall and looked almost like a bear. “Molly?”
“Raaaaw!” Molly moaned.
“No, I’m not going to start calling you Chewie! What kind of a joke do you think you’re pullin’?”
“Urrrr!”
“Look behind me?”
Ryan turned and saw Keith coming in dressed entirely in black and twirling a lightsaber. “Han! I did it!” His hair was the shortest Ryan had ever seen it. “I just built my first lightsaber based on old Jedi records we found at the last base.” He waved his hand and a screw driver went straight to it, allowing him to open a flap on his right hand, revealing a mass of wires and electronic lights.
Ryan felt his mouth hanging open. Keith a lightsaber? And mechanical hand? If Keith had been tinkering with either…
Suddenly the lightsaber sparked and Keith jumped back, muttering an old Tatooine curse.
Ryan smacked his forehead. “If you’re Luke then Leia must be—”
“Han! Wedge has been trying to reach you since we left the Imperial fleet behind,” snapped Rebecca, her hair braided into a crown across her head.
“Then why didn’t you wake me from me nap?” Ryan said sarcastically before realizing what he’d said.
“Because you’re not even supposed to be standing up. Isn’t your wound hurting?”
Ryan sat back down while Rebecca/Leia gave him something for the pain in his head.
“Lie down and rest,” she said, lowering her head to kiss him.
Ryan jerked away. “What are you doing?” He scrambled to sit up.
“Fine! Withdraw back into yourself and your old ways!” Rebecca stomped off.
Keith/Luke was meditating for a moment. “Don’t upset my sister. I’d hate to have to kill my best friend.” One eye squeezed open in a wink.
“Look, what’s going on? Obviously I have one humdinger of a hangover to be dreaming this crazy stuff.”
“You were so drunk last night that Chewie had to carry you from the tables before you gambled away the Falcon. A bunch of smugglers were very disappointed.”
“What?”
“We were celebrating your engagement to Leia and you decided it’d be fun to stop by one of your old smuggling haunts.” Keith finished with his hand and started fixing the shot wires in the lightsaber.
Ryan rubbed his face, trying to wake up. It didn’t work. Then the Falcon gave a shriek and a groan.
“Raaaaaw!”
“I know Molly, blech, Chewie!” Ryan stumbled up to the cockpit, his bruised ribs hurting him. What had he done last night?
He threw himself into the chair. “Any way to outrun ‘em?”
“Urrrrrrr!”
“That bad, huh?” Ryan looked at the asteroid belt and thought before attempting to dive straight into the middle of things.
But the Millennium Falcon’s movements were brought to a shuddering stop when the Executioner’s tractor beam caught them.
Keith came running up. “Vader’s on that ship.”
“Now don’t get jittery, lad. Just because it’s his flag ship…”
Ryan jumped up and headed back. “Rebecca?”
“Who’s Rebecca?”
Ryan nearly feel to the floor as the Falcon moved suddenly. “Am I the only sane one here? Fine, Leia!”
“What?” Rebecca asked, clinging to one of the handholds. “What do we do? They’re bringing us in.”
“We’ll just hide in the smuggling bays again,” Ryan said with a cocky grin.
“It won’t work,” said Keith gravely. “Vader knows I’m here.”
“Mistress Leia, R2 and I are very pleased to tell you that we have retrieved the codes for the Empire’s latest weapon,” C3Paulo said
in a prissy voice.
R2 D2 came scuttling up, bleeping and chirping.
“Yes, we know, R2. They most certainly did not appreciate your language when conversing with the mainframe computer, which is why they’re chasing us right now,” C3Paulo grumbled as only a protocol droid can.
R2 D2 made a noise that was certainly similar to a raspberry.
“Well, do ye have a plan? Because they’re getting closer to finding us every second.”
“And they know who flies the Falcon,” Rebecca said in a sharp tone. “They’ll know to look for us.”
“I will confront Vader myself,” said Keith, closing his eyes and touching the Force.
“I never get used to that,” Ryan muttered. “Freaks me out.”
Rebecca grabbed a blaster from the storage containers. “He may be manipulating Vader but we’ve still got Storm Troopers to deal with.” She paused and realized they were alone.
Ryan felt a moment of panic at the thought of Keith finding out
Ryan had even dreamed of kissing Rebecca.
“I love you.”
Ryan felt relief. He knew the answer to this problem. “I know.”
Keith opened his eyes.
The Force is strong with this one.
I know there is good in you.
Give in to the power of the Dark Side.
Never.
The Emperor has foreseen your acceptance of that which must pass.
Keith realized he was standing on the deck of the Death Star, Vader standing in front of the Emperor’s throne.
“I will not fight you even though you killed my friend George.”
Vader’s breathing grew labored. “No, Luke. I am George!”
“No!”
“You must accept the truth.”
“Never!” Keith ignited his lightsaber and ran at the monstrosity that dared claim to be George.
George parried the blow and the green and red blades sizzled with the force as the two fought back and forth.
“Everything is proceeding exactly as I have foreseen,” piped the Emperor from his throne, attempting a cackle and failing miserably.
Keith looked into a pair of very blue eyes and an impish grin that no evil could distort.
He realized Ryan had just run in. “Han! No!”
Ryan pulled up short. “Damo? Why’re you dressed up like Palpatine?”
He threw his hands up in front of him as blue bolts of electricity came from the Emperor’s hands straight for him!
“Leia!” Ryan yelled, waking himself. Molly jerked her head up from where she had been sleeping.
On the TV, the Rebel forces were celebrating on the Forest Moon of Endor, the Ewoks dancing and tumbling with joy.
Ryan fumbled for the remote and clicked the TV off.
IN ORDER OF A HOLIDAY REQUIRING EVERYONE ATTEND TO THEIR FAMILIES, OUR CELTIC HEROES HAVE BEEN EATING ENORMOUS AMOUNTS OF QUALITY FOOD AND DRINKING COPIOUS AMOUNT OF THE BEST BEVERAGES IRISH AND SCOTTISH TABLES CAN SET FORTH.
THE AFTERMATH OF SUCH DARING FEATS REQUIRES QUESTS OF GREAT STRENGTH AND ENDURANCE IN THE FORM OF NAPS IN FRONT OF MOVIES, THE NEWS, AND YES, THE EVER PRESENT FOOTBALL GAMES AND MATCHES SO LOVED BY THESE IRISH FOLK.
LITTLE DO THEY KNOW THE DANGERS OF SLEEPING ON SUCH A FULL STOMACH AND THAT THERE ARE THOSE WHO LURK, WAITING FOR A TIME SUCH AS THIS TO TOY WITH THEIR PEACEFUL AND BENEVOLENT MINDS...................
Ryan stroked Molly’s head as the opening credits for Return of the Jedi rolled across the screen. “Sometimes it’s good to act like a teenager,” he said, delving deeper into his parents’ living room couch. Something poked him in the back and he found a shilling that had worked its way to the depths of the couch. “Nineteen seventy-eight, good year.”
Molly woofed and jumped up on the couch with him, resting her head on her man’s chest, looking at him with loving eyes. She loved having him home. Even if she got to spend time with Rory the Cat and cause all sorts of havoc when the human Kellies were occupied otherwise.
The siren announcing the arrival of the Emperor’s shuttle woke her from her nap and she shook her head as he appeared on the screen. She growled deep in her throat then yelped as Ryan muttered fitfully in his sleep.
Molly pawed her master’s arm and whimpered, worried about him.
Ryan sat up and shook his head. “It’s all right, girl.” He stroked her forehead.
He stood up and grabbed onto the wall near him as the floor rocked to the side, nearly throwing him to the ground. “What on earth!”
“You called sir?”
Ryan looked behind him as golden robot can trotting up to him.
“C3PO? I must’ve drunk more than I thought.”
“No, I am C3Paulo,” said the prissy droid. “Human—”
“Cyborg relations, I know,” Ryan drawled irritably, just like Harrison Ford. He ran his hand through his hair and realized how long it was. Then he looked around him and saw Molly had grown to nearly seven feet tall and looked almost like a bear. “Molly?”
“Raaaaw!” Molly moaned.
“No, I’m not going to start calling you Chewie! What kind of a joke do you think you’re pullin’?”
“Urrrr!”
“Look behind me?”
Ryan turned and saw Keith coming in dressed entirely in black and twirling a lightsaber. “Han! I did it!” His hair was the shortest Ryan had ever seen it. “I just built my first lightsaber based on old Jedi records we found at the last base.” He waved his hand and a screw driver went straight to it, allowing him to open a flap on his right hand, revealing a mass of wires and electronic lights.
Ryan felt his mouth hanging open. Keith a lightsaber? And mechanical hand? If Keith had been tinkering with either…
Suddenly the lightsaber sparked and Keith jumped back, muttering an old Tatooine curse.
Ryan smacked his forehead. “If you’re Luke then Leia must be—”
“Han! Wedge has been trying to reach you since we left the Imperial fleet behind,” snapped Rebecca, her hair braided into a crown across her head.
“Then why didn’t you wake me from me nap?” Ryan said sarcastically before realizing what he’d said.
“Because you’re not even supposed to be standing up. Isn’t your wound hurting?”
Ryan sat back down while Rebecca/Leia gave him something for the pain in his head.
“Lie down and rest,” she said, lowering her head to kiss him.
Ryan jerked away. “What are you doing?” He scrambled to sit up.
“Fine! Withdraw back into yourself and your old ways!” Rebecca stomped off.
Keith/Luke was meditating for a moment. “Don’t upset my sister. I’d hate to have to kill my best friend.” One eye squeezed open in a wink.
“Look, what’s going on? Obviously I have one humdinger of a hangover to be dreaming this crazy stuff.”
“You were so drunk last night that Chewie had to carry you from the tables before you gambled away the Falcon. A bunch of smugglers were very disappointed.”
“What?”
“We were celebrating your engagement to Leia and you decided it’d be fun to stop by one of your old smuggling haunts.” Keith finished with his hand and started fixing the shot wires in the lightsaber.
Ryan rubbed his face, trying to wake up. It didn’t work. Then the Falcon gave a shriek and a groan.
“Raaaaaw!”
“I know Molly, blech, Chewie!” Ryan stumbled up to the cockpit, his bruised ribs hurting him. What had he done last night?
He threw himself into the chair. “Any way to outrun ‘em?”
“Urrrrrrr!”
“That bad, huh?” Ryan looked at the asteroid belt and thought before attempting to dive straight into the middle of things.
But the Millennium Falcon’s movements were brought to a shuddering stop when the Executioner’s tractor beam caught them.
Keith came running up. “Vader’s on that ship.”
“Now don’t get jittery, lad. Just because it’s his flag ship…”
Ryan jumped up and headed back. “Rebecca?”
“Who’s Rebecca?”
Ryan nearly feel to the floor as the Falcon moved suddenly. “Am I the only sane one here? Fine, Leia!”
“What?” Rebecca asked, clinging to one of the handholds. “What do we do? They’re bringing us in.”
“We’ll just hide in the smuggling bays again,” Ryan said with a cocky grin.
“It won’t work,” said Keith gravely. “Vader knows I’m here.”
“Mistress Leia, R2 and I are very pleased to tell you that we have retrieved the codes for the Empire’s latest weapon,” C3Paulo said
in a prissy voice.
R2 D2 came scuttling up, bleeping and chirping.
“Yes, we know, R2. They most certainly did not appreciate your language when conversing with the mainframe computer, which is why they’re chasing us right now,” C3Paulo grumbled as only a protocol droid can.
R2 D2 made a noise that was certainly similar to a raspberry.
“Well, do ye have a plan? Because they’re getting closer to finding us every second.”
“And they know who flies the Falcon,” Rebecca said in a sharp tone. “They’ll know to look for us.”
“I will confront Vader myself,” said Keith, closing his eyes and touching the Force.
“I never get used to that,” Ryan muttered. “Freaks me out.”
Rebecca grabbed a blaster from the storage containers. “He may be manipulating Vader but we’ve still got Storm Troopers to deal with.” She paused and realized they were alone.
Ryan felt a moment of panic at the thought of Keith finding out
Ryan had even dreamed of kissing Rebecca.
“I love you.”
Ryan felt relief. He knew the answer to this problem. “I know.”
Keith opened his eyes.
The Force is strong with this one.
I know there is good in you.
Give in to the power of the Dark Side.
Never.
The Emperor has foreseen your acceptance of that which must pass.
Keith realized he was standing on the deck of the Death Star, Vader standing in front of the Emperor’s throne.
“I will not fight you even though you killed my friend George.”
Vader’s breathing grew labored. “No, Luke. I am George!”
“No!”
“You must accept the truth.”
“Never!” Keith ignited his lightsaber and ran at the monstrosity that dared claim to be George.
George parried the blow and the green and red blades sizzled with the force as the two fought back and forth.
“Everything is proceeding exactly as I have foreseen,” piped the Emperor from his throne, attempting a cackle and failing miserably.
Keith looked into a pair of very blue eyes and an impish grin that no evil could distort.
He realized Ryan had just run in. “Han! No!”
Ryan pulled up short. “Damo? Why’re you dressed up like Palpatine?”
He threw his hands up in front of him as blue bolts of electricity came from the Emperor’s hands straight for him!
“Leia!” Ryan yelled, waking himself. Molly jerked her head up from where she had been sleeping.
On the TV, the Rebel forces were celebrating on the Forest Moon of Endor, the Ewoks dancing and tumbling with joy.
Ryan fumbled for the remote and clicked the TV off.