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Noooooooooooooo!

I just read every page of this thread. I nearly cried when I got to page 29! I loved these so much!

I just love Rusk's stuffed animal squad, and how HE ends up incinerating them in the end. I love Baby vector, and his creapyness as always. I love Revan. I love Scourge. I love you! (Bu not like that)

 

Please oh please for the sake of all that lives on our planet- WRITE MORE!

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Noooooooooooooo!

I just read every page of this thread. I nearly cried when I got to page 29! I loved these so much!

I just love Rusk's stuffed animal squad, and how HE ends up incinerating them in the end. I love Baby vector, and his creapyness as always. I love Revan. I love Scourge. I love you! (Bu not like that)

 

Please oh please for the sake of all that lives on our planet- WRITE MORE!

 

Yes for our sakes and God sake WRITE MORE!!!!!!!! :(:d_mad::jawa_evil:

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Writer's block is a b*tch. Have a short one that introduces a new child!

 

 

On TUESDAYS, FCD is staffed by LORD SCOURGE and KHEM VAL.

 

LORD SCOURGE and KHEM VAL are out of the room when the door opens and a small green lizardy thing toddles in. Everyone turns to stare, including YOUNG BOWDAAR.

SMALL GREEN LIZARDY THING: Uh, hi, everyone. I'm Qyzen Fess. Glurrrblookl.

BABY BROONMARK waves cordially.

QYZEN FESS: I'm a Trandoshan.

YOUNG BOWDAAR: DIE.

YOUNG BOWDAAR charges BABY QYZEN FESS.

BABY VETTE: Wait, what?

YOUNG BOWDAAR, punching BABY QYZEN FESS repeatedly: TRANDOSHANS ENSLAVED MY PEOPLE. NOW I AM A SLAVE.

The children stare in wonder.

BABY VETTE: Did he just demonstrate a second trait?

BABY GUSS: I...I don't know.

BABY YUUN: Even Yuun was unable to find this.

BABY VETTE: But it looks like it.

BABY YUUN: Yuun thinks it's just a subset of "I AM A SLAVE." If Trandoshans enslaved him. So Yuun did not miss finding anything.

BABY GUSS: Wow. This is an unexpected dimension for Bowdaar.

YOUNG BOWDAAR, holding BABY QYZEN FESS in the air and punching him: DIE DIE DIE

BABY QYZEN FESS, only slightly inconvenienced: You're bad at this. Also, tag!

BABY QYZEN FESS swings in to tag YOUNG BOWDAAR's tummy.

BABY VETTE: Uh. What?

BABY QYZEN FESS, proudly: I got a point.

BABY VETTE: Uh. What?

BABY QYZEN FESS: A point. It's the purpose of existence! To tag people. To get points. Wakkpa. So the Scorekeeper won't...um, be disappointed or something.

BABY GUSS: Scorekeeper?

BABY QYZEN FESS: Yes, Wgggsnog. Scorekeeper. She keeps score? That Scorekeeper.

BABY GUSS: What a coincidence! I am the mystical Scorekeeper!

BABY VETTE: Stop impersonating deities, Guss.

BABY GUSS: What else am I supposed to do?

KHEM VAL and LORD SCOURGE finally return. They both have cookie breath.

YOUNG BOWDAAR is still punching BABY QYZEN FESS.

KHEM VAL: Who started this violence?

LORD SCOURGE: And why were we not notified?

KHEM VAL: Wow, Bowdaar is...bringing shame to his people with that performance. He would have gotten creamed on the battlefields of Yn and Chabosh.

LORD SCOURGE: Agreed. The Trandoshan's pretty sturdy, though. You. Trandoshan. What is your name?

BABY QYZEN FESS, continuing to ignore YOUNG BOWDAAR's flailing: Ygggklop bkork. Qyzen Fess.

LORD SCOURGE: I am going to ignore the verbal tic at the beginning of that sentence.

KHEM VAL: Even Tulak Hord would be unable to make sense of it.

BABY BROONMARK: Blllorp.

BABY GUSS: Wait, can you and Qyzen understand each other?

BABY QYZEN FESS: Glllorp. I have no idea what the furball is saying.

BABY BROONMARK: Raaargh!

BABY QYZEN FESS: Nope. Still total nonsense. Blagagaga.

LORD SCOURGE: Bowdaar, if you haven't defeated him by now you're never going to. Put him down.

YOUNG BOWDAAR: I AM A SLAVE. I never get nice things.

YOUNG BOWDAAR drops BABY QYZEN FESS.

BABY QYZEN FESS, having been freed, sprints at insane speed toward LORD SCOURGE, hops up, and tags his tummy.

BABY QYZEN FESS: Point!

LORD SCOURGE, raising one eyebrow-tentacle-thing: I should kill you.

BABY QYZEN FESS: At least I will die with honor. And points. Snnnknknk.

KHEM VAL: I...what…at least Yn and Chabosh made sense.

LORD SCOURGE: Welcome to daycare, Qyzen. Be warned that if you attempt to acquire more points from the staff you will die.

BABY QYZEN FESS: Snnngok. I accept your terms.

YOUNG BOWDAAR: I AM STILL A SLAVE.

YOUNG VETTE: But an unexpectedly complex one.

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Tummy, hoyden. Tummy. *stern look* They don't score on anything else 'til they're of legal age.

I knows, I had a moment, :o I blame Scourge! It's totally his fault for being...uh...Scourge :p

 

Lol, new companions added to the mix just bring a lot of possibilities. I mean Akaavi and Qyzen just seem like a match made in honor-bound deathmatch heaven.

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On WEDNESDAYS, FCD is staffed by T7-01 and SCORPIO.

 

 

BABY KALIYO toddles over to where BABY CORSO is demonstrating the subtleties of herding stuffed rontos to BABY GUSS.

BABY KALIYO: Hey, boys. Interested in some trouble?

BABY GUSS: I...don't know?

BABY CORSO: Your kind of trouble tends to be real...troublesome, Kaliyo.

BABY KALIYO produces a flask.

BABY KALIYO: You wouldn't turn a lady down for a casual drink, would you, ace?

BABY CORSO: Well...maybe one drink.

Several minutes later…

BABY GUSS: Lightsabers! I need lightsabers! I can't juggle lightsabers in my underwear without lightsabers…

BABY KALIYO: Nobody give him anything. Or I will hurt you.

BABY CORSO, running unsteadily toward the toybox: Forex! Forex! I need a ronto!

M1-4X, from the toybox: I am not certain we can procure that animal from our current inventory, Corso. Is it important?

BABY CORSO: Super important.

BABY CORSO hiccups.

BABY CORSO: For the'n, the, the...

BABY KALIYO: For the Republic, ace.

BABY CORSO: For the Republic!

M1-4X: We don't have a ronto...can I substitute? For the Republic!

BABY CORSO unsteadily scrabbles his way up M1-4X's side and drapes himself sideways over M1-4X's chassis.

BABY CORSO: Now we run!

M1-4X: Yes, sir!

M1-4X streaks out the door, carrying a hollering BABY CORSO on his back.

M1-4X, rapidly approaching the limits of FCD property: Uh, which way do we go, sir?

BABY CORSO: CIRCLES. We need CIRCLES.

Meanwhile, back near the door, KALIYO has grabbed a wooden block shaped vaguely like a lightsaber hilt.

BABY KALIYO: Hey, Guss. I have a lightsaber.

BABY GUSS: Oh! Oh! Can I use it for juggling?

BABY KALIYO: I seriously doubt that, but you could try.

A heavily impaired BABY GUSS proceeds to attempt to reach BABY KALIYO's hand as she walks backwards, waving the fake lightsaber in front of him.

BABY GUSS: Come onnnn! I'm never gonna get to juggle!

BABY GUSS, frustrated, finally all-out launches himself in BABY KALIYO's general direction. BABY KALIYO sidesteps, laughing out loud, while BABY GUSS yells in frustration.

BABY CORSO: Hey. Hey, wait. That's the sound of a damsel in distress!

M1-4X: I believe it is the sound of a Mon Calamari in distress, sir.

BABY CORSO: Not him, the other one. Hey! We gotta save Kaliyo! To the rescue, Forex!

M1-4X: For the Republic! …I hope.

M1-4X gallops over to where BABY GUSS is still ineffectually attempting to grab BABY KALIYO's jacket. BABY CORSO slides off M1-4X's back.

BABY CORSO: I'm here to rescue you!

BABY GUSS: You are? Oh, thank goodness!

BABY CORSO: Not you.

BABY KALIYO: Wait, what?

BABY CORSO: I'm rescuing you! From the mean Mon Calamari.

BABY KALIYO blinks a few times.

BABY KALIYO: Baaaahahahahahaha!

BABY KALIYO falls over and starts rolling around, helpless with laughter.

BABY GUSS: I think you killed her.

BABY CORSO: Oh, no! No no no! I was being nice!

BABY KALIYO continues laughing. And starts crying while she's at it.

BABY CORSO: Look, Guss was picking on you, so I came to help! He's not gonna bother you anymore! – You're not bothering her, right Guss?

BABY GUSS: No, of course not! I just wanted a lightsaber.

T7-01 rolls up.

T7-01: Kaliyo = trouble?

BABY CORSO: Far from it! Guss was gonna rob this poor defenseless lady.

T7-01 whirs in confusion for a few seconds.

T7-01: Poor + defenseless + lady = where?

BABY CORSO points at BABY KALIYO, who has just fallen into another howling gale of laughter.

T7-01: Corso = confused

BABY CORSO: I was helping! But now she's dying or something and it's all my fault.

T7-01: Kaliyo = perfectly healthy // Kaliyo = going to pick your pocket if you get any closer

BABY CORSO: She's in distress!

BABY CORSO kneels by the convulsing BABY KALIYO and, instead of doing something useful, hiccups.

BABY CORSO: Um…feel better?

BABY KALIYO thrashes a little more, then suddenly sits up and beams.

BABY KALIYO: All better! Thank you so much for rescuing me from that mean Mon Calamari, ace. You're a real gentleman.

BABY CORSO: Aw, shucks.

BABY KALIYO, checking her hands: …A real gentleman who apparently only carried three credits and a stick of chewing gum in his pocket. Stars. Some days I don't even know why I bother.

BABY GUSS: My head doesn't feel so great. I'm going to lie down until everything stops spinning.

BABY CORSO: Spinning. Spinning. Right. That reminds me. CIRCLES.

BABY CORSO scrambles back up onto M1-4X.

BABY CORSO: Go go go! Yee-haw!

T7-01: Corso = stop playing ronto rodeo with M1-4X // Corso = drunk + going to throw up

M1-4X: As you command, sir!

M1-4X trots to a halt.

BABY CORSO: The Republic, Forex! It's for the Republic!

M1-4X: Mister Teeseven, sir, as a matter of conscience…

BABY CORSO: CIRCLES.

M1-4X, galloping back into action: For the Republic!

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