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"The planets are aligned, the time has come gentlemen..."

Four men sit apon four chairs. The night sky falls apon them, and although they don't realise it, night is apon us.


"Hail Brother Ant." SHEEPY said. "What does thou bring us in this time of woe?"

"Hail Brother." Ant replied. "I bring news of a game."

"What game is this you speak of?" Said I.

"It is the one true game. The one that will bind us all." Ant reached into his sack, and withdrew thy press release.

"It is what I've always dreamed of, and yet, my dreams never seem so real." Said I.

"It is of true beauty." Said Ant.

"An online RPG?" Inquired Snipe. "What's so good about an online RPG?"

Ant and I gave Snipe an evil look.

"You do not see the whole picture, misguided one." I remarked.

"Certainly not." Ant stared at the game again. "Lord Lucas would not be pleased to hear of such blasphemy."

"Lord Lucas? What the hell are you lot blabbing on about anyway?"

"Behold. The Star Wars Online RPG is being developed, and you can now sign up for the beta testing."

"I shall not wait to do so. Goodbye gentlemen." Said I.

Snipe continued to argue with Ant and Sheepy well into the night, until Ant withdrew his +5 attack Lightsaber, and Sheepy attacked Snipe with his +15 force grip.

So i am dead? Woooohoooooooo!!!!!

Ant fell to the floor.

"You felt it too?" Said Grix. Snipe, also lay on the floor.

"Yes. So many voices..."

The journey in hyperspace was long, and boring, so we'll pass that chapter.

"Leaving Hyperspace... Press the button again Ant."

"Which one this time?"

"The same one as last time, the same one it's always been."

"Oh, this one then?"

"Yes. That one."

The craft left hyperspace, and entered an asteriod field.

"WTF!" Said FM, unaware that net speak could only be typed, not said.

"Where's Alderran!" Ant starred into the rocky mess...

"Perhaps the asteriod field IS Alderran." Said Grix.


"Well... dur."


A Tie Fighter flew over the ship.

"CRAP! Where did that come from! What's a lone Tie doing out on its own!"

"Oh for... Let me see. Oh wait, perhaps it was left behind. No, it's heading for that small moon, and OH MY GOD, that's no moon." Sniper mumbled sarcastically.

"Jese." Grix said. "We're only messing around, leave it alone!"

The Millennium Ant was taken by a tractor beam, and pulled into the Death Star...

"Quick! Delete all the black box entries!" Said Grix.

"What are we going to do?" Ant shouted.

Grix replied: "I have a great plan, just do as I say."


Stormtroopers entered the ship...

"There's nothing on board sir. The black box says that the crew abandoned ship... after the ship was infested." A stormtrooper called over a radio.

"Infested with what?" Came the reply.

"Mimes. They're everywhere."

"Ah Jese. Get off the ship, and lock down the doors."

"OK Sir-mugafahfh..."

"Soldier? Are you ok!"

"Yes Sir." Ant replied. "Coming off the ship now."

"Great plan Grix, I knew the stupid stormtroopers would fall for it." Said Ant.

"Err, the radio's still on..." Said Grix.

Please stop this.

The stars seemed to at first be fixed upon the dark background of the firmament, but then slowly, almost imperceptibly, they began to move closer and closer, faster and faster, as the Millennium Ant picked up speed.

"Hit that button there when I say so!" shouted FantasyMeister above the roar of the dual-ion particle engines which were starting to scream. "Ready?"

Ant poised a tenticle over the indicated button. "Ready, but who's Mark?"

"Eh?"

"You said 'On my Mark'. I was just wondering who that was," said Ant.

"Never mind that now, we've got to make the jump to lightspeed before this ship starts to disintegrate under g-force."

"OK".

Meanwhile....in the cargo bay.

"Why are we flat out against this wall?" asked Grix.

"What was that you were saying about G-Forces?" said Snipe, his face starting to make little ripples.

"Mnnnnnffff gnarrrr ghf" murmured Grix, waves of flesh starting to lap across his face as they were crushed against the bulkhead by the intense acceleration of the Millenium Ant preparing for hyperdrive.

"NOW!!" yelled FM.

"Now?" said Ant.

"Yes now! Hit the button!"

"But you said to hit the button when you said 'So'!" said Ant, a little hurt by the tone in FM's voice.

"SO THEN!" screamed FM, swerving past Beluga 436 just in time as the Twin-star system whisked past outside.

Ant pushed the button.

There was a....

*click*

After deciding that they had spent FAR too much time on Dagobah, the five men left. Darkness would tell his story later/ has told his story. *Delete where applicable.*

FantasyMeister sat, flying the Millennium Ant, with Ant sitting next to him, and Darkness sat behind, watching, and learning.

Grix and Sniper sat in the bay, playing some odd variation of chess.

“Your move.” Sniper said.

Grix picked up the queen, and threw it at Sniper.

“I’ve never liked this damn game.” Grix moaned.

FantasyMeister had set his course for Alderran. “Ready to launch into hyperspace?”

“When you are.” Said Ant. Putting on his seat belt.

“Odd that, really. There are no g forces when entering Hyperspace…” Grix said, as he stood up while FM pushed the pile of junk into incredible speeds…

"What's that!" Grix said.

"It's coming from the bushes..." Ant whispered...


Grix drew his lightsaber, and slashed the bush in two.

"Oh. It was Er-No. Ah well. It shut him up, anyway."


[Subliminal message: We are having a laugh.]

Back on Dagobah...

Four men stood facing a lone rebel.

"How the hell did you get a Tie-Fighter!" Said Ant.

"And more importantly, how did you land it! It's near impossible!" Said Grix.

"Well, I am a great pilot." Said Darkness, "But my story on how I managed to escape the Empire is a long, but exciting one."

"OH!! Please tell us!" FM said with fake interest...

Come on guys this is getting Wwwwwaaaaayyyy to silly now, Calm down. Relax. start breathing!

MEANWHILE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GALAXY.

Darth Sheepy strode aboard the Death Star, which was very near completion...

Grand Moff Ali, and Admrial Webmaster sat around a table, with the rest that worked for the "Empire".

"The remants of the senate have been overthrown, Emperor Tony has utter control of the Galaxy!" Grand Moff Ali exclaimed...

"...But the Death Star plans have been stolen. By some human by the name of Foghamster." One of the Generals said.

"Foghamster? That name doesn't ring a bell."

"Perhaps he means Fantasymaster."

"It's FantasyMeister, you idiot."

A dark presense entered the room.

"Lord Sheepy. We are humbled at your entrance."

Sheepy was unimpressed. "Spare me the nicitys Grand Moff Ali, where are the Death Star plans!"

"Well. WE don't know." Webmaster stated. "After all, WE weren't the ones that the plans were stolen from, under OUR noses."

"What are you implying Webmaster."

"Well. In many ways, it's *your* fault that the plans had gone missing..."

Webmaster looked at Ali, who was drawing his finger across his neck, and smiling through his teeth.

Sheepy used the force to lift Webmaster from the table, and his limbs flailed in the air.

"Enough Sheepy. You have made your point." Grand Moff Ali, tried to save his friends life...

Webmaster dropped to the floor, still breathing.

"FIND THEM." Darth Sheepy boomed, before leaving, draging his newly made cape behind him.

*A tie fighter suddenly breaks through the atmosphere*

Ant readies to launch the Millenium Ant in Combat mode, but Yoda stops him. Hostility I sense not. Land let him you will.

The tie fighter makes a soft landing on a patch of grass the Jedi's walk up to it. The cockpit opens.

A Imperial pilot steps out, as Ant draws his lightsber.

At once the rebel Darkness removes his helmet. Ant powers down his lightsaber.