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You are curled up on your favorite easy chair, eating popcorn and watching "The Empire Strikes Back" Luke is currently screaming "Nooooooo!!!!" You roll your eyes. Having Darth Vader as a parent would be AWESOME, and you don't really see what there is to complain about. Just as you are thinking this, your TV explodes. You jump up, spilling popcorn everywhere, and are about to pull a Luke (Nooooooo!!!) when two small ships burst in through the open window. It's the Millenium Falcon and the Death Star, and they're each about the size of a coffee mug. They're having an epic shoot out, and some of the stray shots have hit the TV and other things in the room. You cringe. Your mother is not going to be happy about that vase. Then you turn to the dueling ships. "What the hut is going on here?!" The ships stop fighting and turn to you, hovering at about chest height. Then, the Millenium Falcon drops to the floor, and the hologram of a women dressed in long robes appears from where the top has slid away. She has large, hazel eyes, long auburn hair, and a sense of grace and elegance about her. She bows at the waist. "Greeting. My name is Jela Gantu, and I have come to ask for your help. The valency is under threat from Darth Tyranus and the Republic, and the Rebel Alliance is weakining. We have heard of you "CBers", powerful beings that inhabit the planet earth. If you choose to help our cuase, then place your hand on the blue orb. You will be immediately transported to the rebel base. Please help. You're out only hope." Then, with that famous (yet somewhat altered) phrase, Jela dissapeares, and the Millenium Falcon turns into a glowing blue orb that hovers at about chest height. You are about to reach out and touch it, when the Deathstar suddenly undergoes the same transformation as the Millenium Falcon, dropping to the ground and sliding away its top, reavealing a red-tinged hologram. This hologram is of a young women, with glossy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and black armor over a slim black jumpsuit and cape. She grins evilly. "Hello, CBer. I am Darth Tyranus. If you are seeing this now, then my little Death Star has followed the Jedi's tiny, silly Millenium Falcon. I imagine that Jela has already given her pathetic little speech, asking for help. If you would like to respond to that sad little cuase, then fine. Do so. But if you would like to join the more powerful side, the winning side, the touch the red orb. The choice is yours, and yours alone. But, for your safety, and for the sake of not having ME as an enemy, I highly suggest you join the Darkside. See you there." With that, the Death Star turns into a red orb and floats next to the blue one. They make a strange contrast, and it almost seems like the light from each orb is trying to outdo the other. You grin. You know where your loyalties lie. And, without hesitation, you reach forwards and grab an orb. Then, the world around you dissapears in a flash of light, and you are on your way towards an adventure. 
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So, this is like a hybrid between a ski lodge and a story that I write. It's a story in that, you know, it's a story, but it's like a ski lodge beacuase I'm not doing MCs and such. Up to twelve people may join! You can be any race with any pesonality, but I would prefer is you kept your CB name to some degree. You can modify it if you wish. No Æs or CAPTCHAS please. Here's the charrie sheet, and have fun!
Name:
Age: 
Appearance:
Personality: 
Republic or Rebels: 
Other (Jedi, bounty hunter, ect): 8u
Weapon: 
Hamilton?: 
submitted by Jela G., age Star Wars!, Rebel Base
(July 15, 2016 - 9:12 am)

back to the Pudding's Place

H-how DARE YOU say that about N-novella!!!!!!! F-fight me y-y-yourself! Then we'll see who's l-laughing-g!

submitted by Icy, age 11, The Forest
(August 13, 2016 - 6:56 pm)

You may get to, Icy. 

*starts laughing evilly while holding pen* *thinks* wait, I don't write paper drafts.... *throws away pen, grabs bluetooth keyboard and iPod from middle of nowhere* *continues evil writer's cackle*

Day eleven~

The four remaining Cbers bury Novella deep in the snow, and forge on towards the bunker. There is no room for tears, as they would only freeze solid. Danie has taken Novella's lightsaber, and hung it next to her own blue one. "I sense that there is someone else who will need it." she explains. Nobody questions her.  

As they travel onwards, the wind picks up. The CBers walk carefully, testing each step in case of a Republic trap. Sydney has attempted to radio Jela, only to discover that any signal is being blocked by the thick snow. Leafmist sighs. "At least things can't get any worse." Danie, Brook, and Sydney all turn around and shout "Don't say that!" Leafmist shrugs. "There's no such thing as jinxing, you guys." The wind picks up. Leafmist falls into a drift, and has to be dug out. Brook discovers that all of the food has frozen, so everyone has to try to knaw their way through the frozen provisions. An hour later, when Sydney triggers a land mine and is only saved by Brook using the force to throw her out of the way, Leafmist puts her face in her hands. "I take it back. Things got much worse." A moment later, Sydney sees something. "I think I've spotted the bunker!" Leafmist looks up. "Wow, things are looking bet-" She is paused by an icy glare from Brook. "Worse. Much worse. Not better at all. Now can we just get going?" 

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Icy has given Claria and Shadow into the capable hands of the medical droid, and is now thinking hard. Something about this whole things seems..... Wrong. It shouldn't have been that easy to break out, and although Azea's quite capable with a blaster, there should've been many more troopers. The Stormtroopers missed every shot, and the Empire shouldn't have given them acces to bomb materials. It was almost as if the Empire wanted them to escape. But that was impossible! Unless...... She jumps up, and runs to the cockpit. "Azea! Don't go into hyperspace." Azea turns around. "Um, it's kind of too late for that. I suggest you grab onto something." Icy's eyes widen, and she grabs onto Azea's arm, just as the "Pilot IV" takes off into hyperspace. 

When the ship reaches the end of light speed, Icy practically tackles Azea. "Don't go any further! I think we're being tracked!" Azea pauses. "What?" Icy begins to look around for some sort of tracker. "Think about it. Didn't it seem a little too easy? It 'just so happened' that the troopers never shot us. Or is it a coincidence that we were given acces to bomb materials? Or that is was so easy to break into the weaponry? No. Not at all. The empire is better than that." Azea looks around wildly, then opens a hatch above her. "Here's the navigation system. If I were a tracker, I'd hide...." She pulls out a glowing red object. "Here." Icy groans. "We've led them right to us." Azea frowns. "We haven't, actually. Just the system. If we can lead them away....." She turns to a small compartment, and pulls out  several small nitro droids. "These little guys will keep going for ages. Icy, do you think you can reverse engineer this tracking device, and build me five more?" She hands the tracker to Icy, who grins. "Easily."

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Daisy is talking to a hologram of Clara, who is looking rather snowy, as well as having a bandaged arm. Daisy cocks an eyebrow. "I see things are going well on Hoth." Clara scowls. "Mind your own business. How are the prisoners?" Daisy flips her ponytail. "They escaped. All according to plan." Clara nods. "And the tracking device?" Daisy shrugs. "That's going well also. Now, are you going to stand around asking stupid questions, or are you going to give a report?" Clara's mood darkens to an uncharted shade of black. "Fine, flower." she mumbles. Daisy pretends not to hear, and Clara continues. "I killed the Jedi, Novella. The others are still alive. The bunker is rigged to explode, as planned. Chinchilla gave us the exact details." Daisy nods shortly. "Good, good. Chinchilla will be pleased to hear everything is going as planned." Before Clara can make any more flower jokes, Daisy cuts off the conection. 

submitted by Jela/Shadowmoon, age New Day!!!, Rebel Base
(August 14, 2016 - 1:26 pm)

Reprogramming droid Laughing

Beep bop boop beep!

Yes, I'm sure I know what I'm doing. You see, when programming a droid, you send a string of signals to get into it's head. Those signals may fail or be put in wrong, so each of them is a different signal, with a different sound, so that if done correctly you hear the correct sounds.

First, you put in a Z-1, which makes the noise Beep. Then a X-2, which is a Bop, then a Y-3, a boop, and then Z-1 again to open the second layer of the droid's programming, the deeper layer. And then.. *launches into techncial explenation*

*once is done with technical explenation puts black vail on* Novella died and I'm thinking of this... 

submitted by Icy, age 11, The Forest
(August 14, 2016 - 6:17 pm)

Lol, Icy, love the explanation XD XD.

Everyone, I'm really sorry I haven't written in a while. School has started for real, and I've found it really hard to find time to sit down and knock out a day. But I'm working on something right now, and I hopefully should have it out soon.  

submitted by Shadowmoon
(August 18, 2016 - 11:58 am)

It's totally okay that you haven't been able to write Shadowmoon! We all get busy sometimes, and I wouldn't have been able to keep writing half as often as you, anyway. Keep it up!

*gasps* Fflewddur (who is temporarily an ewok because this post is transforming him into his Star Wars self and he's definitely an ewok) said padw. Padawan!

submitted by SydneySong , age 13, Schmengland
(August 18, 2016 - 8:13 pm)
Thanks Sydney! And maybe we should take Fflewder on as a Padawan!
Day twelve~
The small, bedraggled group of CBers finally reach the bunker. Brook pulls out a small scanning device, does a sweep of the building, and frowns. "I'm not picking up any heat signatures...... Strange. Very strange." Danie scrutinizes the building. "I'm not seeing any of the troopers that Jela promised." Sydney shrugs and walks forwards. "Guys, Jela knows what she's talking about. Let's just trust her." Leasmist frowns. "There's a disturbance in the force...... This isn't right." Sydney grins cockily. "Eh, we'll be fine. Just keep your lightsabers drawn and your wits about you." Brook shrugs. "For the Republic!" And, taking the lead, she walks into the bunker. 
Leafmist is struck at how quiet everything seems. No troopers march along the polished halls, no sirens blare at their arrival, no one points fingers and yells "The rebels are coming, the rebels are coming!" Leafmist draws her lightsaber. Just in case. 
Brook walks alone in the front, an air of calm command about her. She can't let the people that she's leading see her nervousness. The air of this place seems to buzz with foreboding......
Danie walks next to Sydney. The girls, both pilots, Jedis, and Hamilton fangirls, have become good friends. Danie senses Sydney's nervousness under her false bravado, and Sydney feels Danie's sense that this is not right, not right at all. 
Brook turns several corners, heading towards the core reactor, where all of the power is generated. She begins talking as she walks. "The map that Jela gave us was incomplete. She said that our spy was unable to download all of the information, but she knows that central control is just through the core reactor." The others nod, and continue walking. 
Finally, the group reaches the core reactor. An odd humming, produced by the machinery, is the only noise in the entire room, and it echoes eerily, bouncing off the empty walls. Brook takes a step forwards, and suddenly, everything is black. The silence presses around the CBers, blanketing them, smothering them. All of the CBers are about to pull out their lightsabers, when a red glow fills the room. Two holograms come up from the center of the room. One of Darth Tyrenous, and one of her sister. Her sister, who has been hiding the whole time, plotting, weaving an intrecet web. Her sister, who has been luring all of the CBers to their doom. The real mastermind, who simply used Tyrenous as a puppet. 
Leafmist gasps, her shocked expression outlined in the eery red glow. "Traitor." 
The hologram of Jela smiles, her green eyes crackling with power and malice. "Surprised to see me?" 
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After sending the newly modified nitrodroids out of the airlock, Azea returns to Icy. "Very well done. Those things will fly longer than the original." Icy smiles. "Thanks! It was actually rather easy. All I had to do was...." Azea holds up a hand. "Please don't." Icy shrugs. "Fine, your loss." She turns to Shadowmoon and Claria, who are laying, twitching, on the bed. "I'm a little worried. They're vitals seem to be fine, but they haven't woken up yet. It's been hours." Azea frowns. "They'll be fine. I'm sure they're just slee-" She is cut off, as both Icy and Shadow sit up. They look at each other, and say, in unison, "The base. It's under attack." Icy and Azea look at each other with startled expressions, and Shadow and Claria both slump back onto their beds. Icy closes her eyes, concentrating, while Azea looks at Shadow and Claria like they've just said that Jar Jar Binks isn't annoying. Icy's eyes snap open, and she looks at Azea gravely. "They're right. I feel the slightest disturbance in the force..... I wouldn't have know it was there unless I was looking for it." She turns to Shadow and Claria. "I think they're in some sort of dreamlike trance. Their brains are active, but they can't wake up." Azea shakes her head in bafflement. "But that's not possible...... We sent decoys!" Icy fixes Azea in her serious blue gaze. "I think that we have someone on the inside. They must have just made us carry the tracker so they could blame the invasion on us." Azea sighs, and turns towards the cockpit. "If that's the case" She says over her shoulder "Then we'd better go and help them!" 
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Daisy and Chinchilla walk into the imperial shuttle that is waiting for them. Behind them, a staggering number of troops marches into transport shuttles, and several shuttles are already taking off. Chinchilla and Daisy settle into black seats especially designed for Sith, with holographic screens located on the armrests to plan battle with. Chinchilla sweeps gracefully into hers, and turns to the pilot. Smiling grimly, she says "Set course for Ryloth. Those rebels are going to get the surprise of their lives......." 
submitted by Jela/Shadowmoon , age 13ish, Rebel Base
(August 19, 2016 - 11:38 pm)

*starts screaming head off*

submitted by Cho Chang
(August 20, 2016 - 12:07 pm)

*gasps dramatically* Jela! How could you! Well, in the spirit of my inner Hamilton fangirl, I hope that you buuuuurn! (Not you, Shadowmoon, your writing is awesome :-) )

And, in the spirit of my inner obsessed-with-fictional-people person I have found the perfect comparison: Barty Crouch Jr!

*mic drop* 

*loud feedback*

Oops...*picks mic up, points it at Jela angrily, then walks away* 

But really...the one time I attempt not to be nervous. Well, we shall not be defeated! If there is one thing I've learned from so many fictional characters, it's that determination pays off. 

submitted by SydneySong , age 13, Schmengland
(August 20, 2016 - 11:04 am)

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! YAH, STAR WARS! YEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hazel just said nawp. Naw? You-you don't like Star Wars? WHO BROUGHT YOU UP ANYWAY! 

submitted by Leafpool
(August 20, 2016 - 2:35 pm)

Shadowmoon, I'm here to just say that I know how it feels like to be overworked at school. I'm here to encourage you... WAIT! LET ME PULL UP HAMILTON LYRICS!

I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot!

Was that good and encouraging? Because I love this CB story and I don't want it to die. 

submitted by @Shadowmoon, age 12!!!, The Forest
(August 23, 2016 - 5:38 pm)

~Poke, poke, the middle of the wheel is a spoke.~ 

submitted by Poke-mon
(August 25, 2016 - 10:47 am)
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