Post by Ascending_1 on Jun 24, 2009 16:11:27 GMT -5
Zev held onto his helmet for dear life, crying out mutinous things as Mandalore wrestled his armor away from him.
"No, Mandalore! I can't do it!" Zev objected, losing the tug-of-war as the leader of his people yanked his helmet from his hands.
"Shut up, pregnant dog! You're the only one who can fit the robes we have!" Mandalore growled, sticking his helmet into a safe-box and throwing a bundle of brown and beige cloth at the young warrior.
"But I don't see why we need to infiltrate the Jedi temple!"
"DO NOT QUESTION YOUR MASTER!" Mandalore snapped, slapping Zev and shooing him out of the room. Zev moped and stomped to his quarters, grumbling and wishing he'd never met the ruler of the Mandalorians.
A few hours later, Zev was feeling very naked without his armor. The loose, scratchy Jedi robes kept letting air brush against his skin, and he got goosebumps every time a breeze rolled by.
"Don't wanna go to Coruscant... Stupid Jedi... Stupid robes... Stupid secret missions..." He mumbled, pulling up his hood and walking up the entrance ramp to his transport ship.
After about a day, Zev approached the Jedi temple, wondering when the Force-sensitives would detect and apprehend him. He passed a single knight, who smiled and nodded in greeting as Zev walked by.
Huh... Zev thought, wondering if the Jedi weren't all they were said to be.
"Hey!" A firm voice barked, stopping the infiltrator in his tracks.
"Yes?" Zev asked nervously, a guilty look on his face.
"Where is your lightsaber?" A grumpy looking Jedi demanded.
"I... Lost it...? On... A mission..." Zev replied, wishing he had his armor and his weapons.
"Oh, I apologize. You should head down and construct another one."
"Thanks." Zev said, slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be going home just yet.
Once Zev found an isolated place, he sent a transmission to Mandalore. He set down the holo recorder and turned it on.
"I hate you for this, Mandalore. This place is weird, the Jedi keep on passing me by without discovering me. I think it's a trap. Just so you know, when I get back we're... Not... Gonna be friends anymore..." Zev said, unable to produce an appropriate threat. This situation was too weird. He sent the message, and resumed his exploration, wondering when he was going to look down and see a dozen lightsaber blades protruding from his torso.
[[A/N: Unlikely, but potentially entertaining. Zev's going to get an inside look at the Jedi lifestyle, maybe get a lightsaber, and generally get into trouble. Since this is a parody, I'm gonna go a little crazy. He won't be caught, and he'll sort of settle into life at the temple, until he actually begins to believe he is a Jedi. Trust me, it'll be great. Oh, and I might illustrate it... You know... Eventually...☺]]
"No, Mandalore! I can't do it!" Zev objected, losing the tug-of-war as the leader of his people yanked his helmet from his hands.
"Shut up, pregnant dog! You're the only one who can fit the robes we have!" Mandalore growled, sticking his helmet into a safe-box and throwing a bundle of brown and beige cloth at the young warrior.
"But I don't see why we need to infiltrate the Jedi temple!"
"DO NOT QUESTION YOUR MASTER!" Mandalore snapped, slapping Zev and shooing him out of the room. Zev moped and stomped to his quarters, grumbling and wishing he'd never met the ruler of the Mandalorians.
A few hours later, Zev was feeling very naked without his armor. The loose, scratchy Jedi robes kept letting air brush against his skin, and he got goosebumps every time a breeze rolled by.
"Don't wanna go to Coruscant... Stupid Jedi... Stupid robes... Stupid secret missions..." He mumbled, pulling up his hood and walking up the entrance ramp to his transport ship.
After about a day, Zev approached the Jedi temple, wondering when the Force-sensitives would detect and apprehend him. He passed a single knight, who smiled and nodded in greeting as Zev walked by.
Huh... Zev thought, wondering if the Jedi weren't all they were said to be.
"Hey!" A firm voice barked, stopping the infiltrator in his tracks.
"Yes?" Zev asked nervously, a guilty look on his face.
"Where is your lightsaber?" A grumpy looking Jedi demanded.
"I... Lost it...? On... A mission..." Zev replied, wishing he had his armor and his weapons.
"Oh, I apologize. You should head down and construct another one."
"Thanks." Zev said, slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be going home just yet.
Once Zev found an isolated place, he sent a transmission to Mandalore. He set down the holo recorder and turned it on.
"I hate you for this, Mandalore. This place is weird, the Jedi keep on passing me by without discovering me. I think it's a trap. Just so you know, when I get back we're... Not... Gonna be friends anymore..." Zev said, unable to produce an appropriate threat. This situation was too weird. He sent the message, and resumed his exploration, wondering when he was going to look down and see a dozen lightsaber blades protruding from his torso.
[[A/N: Unlikely, but potentially entertaining. Zev's going to get an inside look at the Jedi lifestyle, maybe get a lightsaber, and generally get into trouble. Since this is a parody, I'm gonna go a little crazy. He won't be caught, and he'll sort of settle into life at the temple, until he actually begins to believe he is a Jedi. Trust me, it'll be great. Oh, and I might illustrate it... You know... Eventually...☺]]