Isaac Whatever

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Friday, September 14, 2012

 

Hunk of Junk

"Sir, new contact, inbound sector six."

"What is it?"

"Looks like an old Corellian, sir, cruiser class."

"Are we being flanked? Their main fleet came in through sector three."

"No sir, I just finished a long range sweep. No other inbound craft."

"I don't know what he's thinking, but we'll…"

"Sir! Contact is accelerating! Inbound fast bogey, sir!"

"Divert three intercepts."

"No time, sir! Bogey still accelerating!"

"What the hell! What kind of ship is she?!"

"Damn thing looks like a hunk of junk. It's still coming hard. Wait! Course correction! It's heading straight for Lord Vader!"

"Divert EVERYTHING! Get those turbolasers turned back on!"

"We can't, sir. Lord Vader himself ordered them off."

"…"

pew pew

boom

"You're all clear, kid. Now let's blow this thing and go home!"

PEW PEW

BOOOOOOOOOM






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