At the request of cowgirlxena...
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ladyofleithian...I'm MSTing the Rascal Flatts fanfic "Too Good Is True". Strap in. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, I don't wish to cause the authors any discomfort, yadda yadda yadda. *Sighs* This...may not be as good as my other ones, but I hope you enjoy. :)
In the not too distant past,
In the Telos Academy
Darth Traya and Master Atris,
Were hatching an evil scheme
They hired an ex-Jedi named Arawn Sinn,
Just a regular jane they had some issues with
Their experiment needed a good test case,
So they conked her on the noggin,
And they shot her into space! ("GET ME DOWN!!!")
"We'll send her cheesy fanfics,
"The worst we can find (la-la-la)
"She'll have to sit and read them all,
"And we'll monitor her mind (la-la-la)
Now keep in mind Arawn can't control,
Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
She'll try to keep his sanity,
With the help of some unlikely friends
Ebon Hawk Roll Call:
Atton ("I hear you")
Kreia ("So it may seem...")
T3 ("Dee-deet!")
Bao-Dur ("Yes, General?")
Handmaiden ("Ready.")
Visas ("My life is yours.")
Mira ("Let's move out.")
Mical ("Something you need of me?")
HK! ("Query: Is there someone you need killed, Master?")
G0-T00000000 ("What have you brought me?")
If you're wondering how they eat and breathe,
And other STAR WARS facts (la-la-la)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
I should really just relax".
For... TRANSMISSION HAWK MASTERPIECE THEATER 3000!
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.
In that small room, COLONEL TOBIN, TERRI CLARK, BOBA FETT, and NUTE GUNRAY are gathered around the table.]
COLONEL TOBIN: Greetings. I am Colonel Tobin of the Onderon military. And while you may be expecting that Arawn girl, she is currently fighting the forces of Nihilus on Citadel Station. We all wish her luck.
TERRI CLARK: And hope we can get off this ship. It gives me the creeps.
COLONEL TOBIN (gently): You haven't been here long, have you? That ship's twisted a lot of my psyche...
TERRI CLARK: Right. Right. *Sighs* Let's get on with it, okay?
NUTE GUNRAY: Agreed.
BOBA FETT: As you wish.
Yesterday was my 18th birthday. My mom and best friend had a huge suprise me.
TERRI CLARK: Is it just me, or did that sound terribly dirty?
TOBIN: Let's just move on before we go insane, shall we?
It was two front row tickets and two Meet&Greet tickets to the rascal flatts concert!
TERRI CLARK (sarcastic): My surprise cannot be contained; I'm *bursting* with astonishment.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TOBIN: *Starts humming "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"*
Lara - "So, what are you going to give Joe don?"
NUTE GUNRAY: What? Joe Don? Is that like, "Hey Mon"?
BOBA FETT (in terrible Jamaican accent): Hey, mon; like what have you done with the plot, mon?
TOBIN: *Facepalm*
Blanche - "I got a black t-shirt and some iron-on letters and stuff to iron on it. It'll say: LONG BLONDE HAIR + DEEP GREEN EYES = ONE SEXY MAN. Do you think he will like it?"
Lara - "Oh, yeah he'll love it. I'm pretty sure.
TERRI CLARK: I am *so* bored...
COLONEL TOBIN: We're nearly there...
Blanche - "What are you giving Gary?"
Lara - "My locket."
Blanche - "You're giving Gary you locket?!"
TERRI CLARK: Soooooo..."Locket"? Is that a new insult amongst the teen crowd or something?
Lara - "Yeah, so?"
Blanche - "I don't know. It just seems too personal."
Lara - "But I want it to be personal."
NUTE GUNRAY: Why...I haven't seen this much insanity since Sidious forced Rune and I to sit through HOBGOBLINS! (Beat) It was punishment for losing the Battle of Naboo. *Shudders at memory*
Blanche - "Okay, but." I looked at the clock. "OMG! we have to leave in like thirty minutes. Lara, can you run down stairs and tell mom that we are almost ready?"
Lara - "Sure."
After Lara left I pulled on my rascal flatts/joe don shirt and ran into the bathroom and dabbed a little bit of rouge on my cheeks. After I came out of the bathroom I grabbed a green marker and wrote on my sign: JOE DON, BE MY FIRST KISS.
*Beat*
TERRI CLARK: Are you okay, Tobin? You look like a deer in the headlights.
TOBIN: I'm sorry. I'm just terrified beyond rational thought.
Then ran down stairs.
TERRI CLARK: Well...crappy story, but at least it was short, right?
NUTE GUNRAY: Actually...I think it's just begun.
(Beat)
TERRI CLARK: Dammit...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, I don't wish to cause the authors any discomfort, yadda yadda yadda. *Sighs* This...may not be as good as my other ones, but I hope you enjoy. :)
In the not too distant past,
In the Telos Academy
Darth Traya and Master Atris,
Were hatching an evil scheme
They hired an ex-Jedi named Arawn Sinn,
Just a regular jane they had some issues with
Their experiment needed a good test case,
So they conked her on the noggin,
And they shot her into space! ("GET ME DOWN!!!")
"We'll send her cheesy fanfics,
"The worst we can find (la-la-la)
"She'll have to sit and read them all,
"And we'll monitor her mind (la-la-la)
Now keep in mind Arawn can't control,
Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
She'll try to keep his sanity,
With the help of some unlikely friends
Ebon Hawk Roll Call:
Atton ("I hear you")
Kreia ("So it may seem...")
T3 ("Dee-deet!")
Bao-Dur ("Yes, General?")
Handmaiden ("Ready.")
Visas ("My life is yours.")
Mira ("Let's move out.")
Mical ("Something you need of me?")
HK! ("Query: Is there someone you need killed, Master?")
G0-T00000000 ("What have you brought me?")
If you're wondering how they eat and breathe,
And other STAR WARS facts (la-la-la)
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
I should really just relax".
For... TRANSMISSION HAWK MASTERPIECE THEATER 3000!
[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.
In that small room, COLONEL TOBIN, TERRI CLARK, BOBA FETT, and NUTE GUNRAY are gathered around the table.]
COLONEL TOBIN: Greetings. I am Colonel Tobin of the Onderon military. And while you may be expecting that Arawn girl, she is currently fighting the forces of Nihilus on Citadel Station. We all wish her luck.
TERRI CLARK: And hope we can get off this ship. It gives me the creeps.
COLONEL TOBIN (gently): You haven't been here long, have you? That ship's twisted a lot of my psyche...
TERRI CLARK: Right. Right. *Sighs* Let's get on with it, okay?
NUTE GUNRAY: Agreed.
BOBA FETT: As you wish.
Yesterday was my 18th birthday. My mom and best friend had a huge suprise me.
TERRI CLARK: Is it just me, or did that sound terribly dirty?
TOBIN: Let's just move on before we go insane, shall we?
It was two front row tickets and two Meet&Greet tickets to the rascal flatts concert!
TERRI CLARK (sarcastic): My surprise cannot be contained; I'm *bursting* with astonishment.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TOBIN: *Starts humming "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"*
Lara - "So, what are you going to give Joe don?"
NUTE GUNRAY: What? Joe Don? Is that like, "Hey Mon"?
BOBA FETT (in terrible Jamaican accent): Hey, mon; like what have you done with the plot, mon?
TOBIN: *Facepalm*
Blanche - "I got a black t-shirt and some iron-on letters and stuff to iron on it. It'll say: LONG BLONDE HAIR + DEEP GREEN EYES = ONE SEXY MAN. Do you think he will like it?"
Lara - "Oh, yeah he'll love it. I'm pretty sure.
TERRI CLARK: I am *so* bored...
COLONEL TOBIN: We're nearly there...
Blanche - "What are you giving Gary?"
Lara - "My locket."
Blanche - "You're giving Gary you locket?!"
TERRI CLARK: Soooooo..."Locket"? Is that a new insult amongst the teen crowd or something?
Lara - "Yeah, so?"
Blanche - "I don't know. It just seems too personal."
Lara - "But I want it to be personal."
NUTE GUNRAY: Why...I haven't seen this much insanity since Sidious forced Rune and I to sit through HOBGOBLINS! (Beat) It was punishment for losing the Battle of Naboo. *Shudders at memory*
Blanche - "Okay, but." I looked at the clock. "OMG! we have to leave in like thirty minutes. Lara, can you run down stairs and tell mom that we are almost ready?"
Lara - "Sure."
After Lara left I pulled on my rascal flatts/joe don shirt and ran into the bathroom and dabbed a little bit of rouge on my cheeks. After I came out of the bathroom I grabbed a green marker and wrote on my sign: JOE DON, BE MY FIRST KISS.
*Beat*
TERRI CLARK: Are you okay, Tobin? You look like a deer in the headlights.
TOBIN: I'm sorry. I'm just terrified beyond rational thought.
Then ran down stairs.
TERRI CLARK: Well...crappy story, but at least it was short, right?
NUTE GUNRAY: Actually...I think it's just begun.
(Beat)
TERRI CLARK: Dammit...
