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Day 25: Star Wars: OMCs
by were_lemur
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: OCs
Timeline: intertrilogy
Summary: more crack!
Warnings: juvenile
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Lieutenant Rhedd Shyrt of the Imperial Navy hurried through the halls of the Imperial Palace. He came to the Throne Room, but the two red-cloaked guards stepped in to block his way.
"Pardon me -- I have a message for His Majesty."
"You'll have to wait," one of the guards said.
"But ... why?"
The red-cloaked guard leaned in close and whispered five words -- words that would haunt the young Lieutenant's nightmares for the rest of his life. Even as an old man, he would shudder at the image summoned up by the euphemism "he's conferencing with his hand."
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: OCs
Timeline: intertrilogy
Summary: more crack!
Warnings: juvenile
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Lieutenant Rhedd Shyrt of the Imperial Navy hurried through the halls of the Imperial Palace. He came to the Throne Room, but the two red-cloaked guards stepped in to block his way.
"Pardon me -- I have a message for His Majesty."
"You'll have to wait," one of the guards said.
"But ... why?"
The red-cloaked guard leaned in close and whispered five words -- words that would haunt the young Lieutenant's nightmares for the rest of his life. Even as an old man, he would shudder at the image summoned up by the euphemism "he's conferencing with his hand."