Saint Corellian Day
By Shawn Lovelett
::Screen Fades In.::
Voice Over: We now take you to the O'Corran's Cantina, for Saint Corellian
Day.
Krinveedo: Keep the camera steady, Heh Heh Heh
Kell: Why am I your camera man again?
Krinveedo: Because I hit you in the head until you broke my arm. Heh Heh
Heh.
Kell: Oh yeah... Wedge told me to do it or else I'd have KP for a week.
Krinveedo: Life sucks doesn't it? Heh Heh Heh. Oh We're live?!? Heh Heh Heh
moving along... I am Krinveedo your Rebel Holo Newsnetwork reporter.
Kell: Why are we in here again?
Krinveedo: I was just getting to that.. Heh Heh Heh.
Shawn: ::he stumbles forward and beedy eyed looks at Krinveedo.:: Hey...
You aren't Corellian.
Krinveedo: And your drunk, Heh Heh Heh.
Shawn: Yup.... ::Stumbles back over to a table and sits down, where Wedge
& Han are, playing Sabacc.:: Bloody hell..
Krinveedo: You may be wondering why I'm here, considering Corellians are
only allowed into O'Corrans Cantina on Saint Corellian's day starte---
Doc: ::Walks by the camera wearing a button that says "Kiss me I'm Corellian."::
Krinveedo: Sometime ago, heh heh heh... To explain why I'm here it is because
I'm the Rodian with the Corellian's luck, heh heh heh.
Face: And the smell of a wet Wookiee ::A call from the back.::
Krinveedo: Looks like we aren't the only ones undercover, heh heh heh.
Kell: Hey wait a minute! I'm not your lacky!
Krinveedo: Your right! Your my human servent, moving along. Heh Heh Heh ::He
steps to the table right when Shawn was about to say something, then Krinveedo
looks at his cards.:: Pure Sabacc Neat, heh heh heh.
Shawn: GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!! ::Picks up the beer mug and flings it at Krinveedo.::
I've lost every other stinking hand! You stupid idiot.
Han & Wedge: ::Both of them withdraw their bets and innocently whistle.::
Krinveedo: ::Falls over with a large bump on his head.:: We'll... return
right after these messages.
Commercial:
Stormtrooper: I shot me ten idiots today... I am an Imperial Army of one.
Stormtrooper 2: I shot my commanding officer in the back and got a promotion.
I'm an Imperial Army of One.
Stormtrooper 3: I bombed my next door neighboor with a TIE Bomber I'm an
Imperial Army of One.
See what the Imperial Army can do for you? Join the New Republic, we don't
kill people. (Hardly ever.)
We now take you back to our regularly secheduld programming.
Krinveedo: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::He was screaming in pain.::
Red-Eye: ::The R2 unit retracts it's electrode and walks away returning to
it's conversation with Whistler.::
Corran: ::He walks by in his CorSec uniform, whisteling.::
Shawn: So.... What was I saying?
Han: You were talking about how drunk you were.
Shawn: Oh yeah... I'm so drunk, that I'm going to go take a nap now... ::His
head fell forward and he landed on top of his cards.::
Face: ::He scooped up the remains of shawn's credits and waved them.:: Shawn's
got next round!
Wedge: I'd say something but it is Saint Corellian Day.
Face: ::He walks off to pay the bartender.::
Krinveedo: ::Slowly pulls himself up by the table.:: Heh... Heh.... Heh...
I burn in places that don't exisit in this reality.
Kell: You are a sick, sick Rodian.
Krinveedo: Sick and perverted, heh heh heh.
Shawn: Rawr? ::Slowly he comes about again and looks around.:: Where'd..
my credits go?
Han: Kid you've got to learn to hold your liquer.
Wedge: You bought this around.
Shawn: Oh okway... ::He said before falling head first back onto the table.::
Krinveedo: We'll... return you to the lottery numbers & an update on
The Death of Iceheart.
::End Transmission.::
