Into the night...

Artizza 5

And both Mr. Kenobi and his etherial companion look . . . . like they have been "hit upside their heads with a sandbag" as the saying goes, I believe.

Know that my head still is reeling (if only a bit) from all that has been revealed and done by my new friends in just regards to my and my love's life!!

Let us see just how strange?

That . . . would take too long to go into great detail, my friend. Besides, if you haven't at least gotten some kind of clue by now . . . then someone like myself am hardly the one to teach you.

Chiana

Well, we can't be waitin' all frelling night for this jedi. Either he decides to get off this large sand dune he calls a planet and helps this Rebel Alliance (and us by introducing my friends to his friends) . . .

. . .

Either that or we strike off on our own and try to get parts on our lonesome, and I don't like that idea at all!

Hey, we DID say that we could save a whole frellin' whale load of time by having Inquirer or some of the other techie types examine R2's Death Star date on the fly, in route to Alderon. One less frellin' thing to trip us up and slow us down when we reach the place we need to be running off to here, ya know!!

"Uh . . . what's a whale?" Ben Kenobi blinks, looking at me oddly as if not sure what to make of me.

W-what? By now the universal translator are working and we are speakin' his language!

Frell! Let's cut to the chase here!! Why the lame questions? Not even Crichton was THIS bad!

"Big fish that lives in the sea back from where we're from," I answer, twitching a little in annoyance at yet another delay. "Swallowed this one guibo called Jonah when he didn't listen to God's commands in the Old Testament."

Might not be the most . . . .humble and chaste of Christian converts (Sigin talked me into it in order to help me get SOME kind of handle on what I saw and heard with the Rules and Agents). I DID get that much, though.

Kinda interesting in parts (bloody), but in others . . .

. . .

Oh WHY am I bothering talkin' about stuff like that right now?!

"Uh Chiana," the Doctor cautioned, holding up a hand. "Give general Kenobi a small break here. We did rather interrupt him and his friend here . . ."

Who is still rather kinda keeping his distance from Fifi after learning a bit about his . . .er . . . her former calling. I guess he doesn't like necromancers, what being a ghostly type and all?

Whatever and frell him! Not like I was talkin' to him anyway! Got problems with my friends then frell him and that's THAT!!

Frell, at least the magic amulets that Sigin drew out from somewhere in his travel supplies are working and throwing off whatever powers that the jedi (Kenobi's type or those Sith fetiks) have. One less headache to worry over (though they DO rather clash with my outfit).

Dren.

"Well . . . we don't have TIME to be overly nice, right?" I ask right back, challenging the Time Lord to prove me wrong. "Duty calls and all that dren, eh?"

Turning back to Kenobi and not waiting for the Doctor to answer that one, I glare at him.

"Ya know," I sigh. "Way my friend back on Moya describe ya, from what I understood of his babbling . . .

John Crichton, IASA astronaut (or astronut as some of my new friends would like to say) had a way of babbling pop culture refs like nobody's business.

"I always figured you to be more . . .frell! . . . to be more decisive than this," I mutter, shaking my head. "What, you haveta have our morning cup of coffee before getting right or what?"

"Well old man," I say softly, trying to nudge him into doing something besides glare at me. "You and your ghostly friend here going stare at us until that one planet of that princess tralk's planet gets blasted or you going actually do the frelling hero thing?"

1. "Hey, you jedis are supposed to be good for that, right?!"

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