Chapter 9

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 I'm not mad at you!</div> <bR> <div> Director:  You aren't?</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  No, why should I be?</div> <bR> <div> Mewtwo:  Because we rigged up a dev--  *the Director elbows him and he shuts up*  Er, I guess you wouldn't be mad at us after all...</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  Of course not.  Are we going to begin filming now?  I've had six weeks to practice my lines, and I know I'm going to be just perfect in this scene!</div> <bR> <div> Director: Err, yes...  We'll begin in just a minute.</div> <bR> <div> *A shriek is heard from the hair and makeup section, and Jessie storms out.*</div> <bR> <div> Jessie:  How DARE they try to change my beautiful hairstyle!  Have they no class?  That woman in there tried to give me a new 'do, Director!  I demand you fire the entire makeup staff!</div> <bR> <div> Director:  Jessie, Jessie...  This is the movies...  No woman has the same hairstyle that she has in real life!  Most of the time, they don't even have the same hairstyle in two different scenes!</div> <bR> <div> Jessie:  *Considering this*  I think my current hairstyle is perfect for this particular character, but I suppose next movie I could deign to let them meddle with the perfection that I have achieved!</div> <bR> <div> Director:  Ok, then it's settled...  Next movie, you get a new look...  Now let's get ready...  Anyone seen Voder?</div> <bR> <div> Ash: *walking in*  You mean Samus?  I saw her back there!  *He points back at the break room.  The director smacks his forehead at Ash's stupidity and walks over to the break room.*</div> <bR> <div> Director:  Come on, it's time to go, people!!  *As everyone hurries to their places, the Director plops down in his chair and smiles*  Like I said...  It's good to be back!  Roll 'em!</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Chapter 9 - Here Today, Gone... Later Today!</B></div> <bR> <div> The Omega Ball hung in space over Aldraan.  On one of the many, many observation rooms of the huge battlestation, Moff-ette Tarkana watches a giant viewscreen.  As an aide hands her a bucket of popcorn, Voder strides into the room with Princess Misty in tow.  A lieutenant runs to Tarkana's side.</div> <bR> <div> Lieutenant:  We've entered the Aldraan system!</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  *shoving him away*  I know that, you fool!  I can see it on the viewscreen.  Now get out of my sight!  *As the lieutenant slinks away, Tarkana shoves a mouthfull of popcorn in her mouth.  She notices Voder and the princess enter and waves to them.*  Yomph jufh ig tifm!</div> <bR> <div> Voder:  Huh?</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  *swallowing* I said, you're just in time!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  Governess Tarkana, I should have expected you to be holding Voder's leash!  I could smell your hairspray all the way from my cell, and I'm right next to the garbage pit too!</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  So?  That's nothing!  They can even smell it down in waste reclamation!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  Eww....</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  You have no idea how much fun I had signing the order to have you brutally slaughtered after hours of slow torture.  I was laughing so hard I could barely see the pad!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  Yeah, I figured as much.</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  Anyway, before we scrag you, I'd like to have a little party first.  We're going to make scrap out of a planet and I wanted you to watch!  See, our choice of target was made all because of you!  If you tell us where the rebel base is, we'll blow that up instead, but, otherwise, we're going to vape your own planet!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  No, you can't!  Aldraan is peaceful!  They have no weapons!</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  Well, like I said, if you tell us where that rebel base is, we'll leave your planet alone.  Otherwise, you can say bye-bye to Aldraan!  *When Misty says nothing, Tarkana grins evily*  Okay!  Let's blast that sucker!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  NO!!!!  Please!  *Tarkana waits expectently*  I'll tell you where our base is...  *Misty stares at the ground in defeat*  Dantoon...  They're on Dantoon...</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  Great!  Put that on our list of targets!  *She nods to lieutenant who cringes at the glance from her*  I'm ready.  Blow it up!</div> <bR> <div> Misty:  No...  *Misty jumps at Tarkana in blind rage, but Voder manages to restrain her*</div> <bR> <div> *Elsewhere in the ship, men in strange helmets pull levers and press buttons.  After they activate a ridiculously huge amount of circuitry, an enormous red beam lances out from the Omega Ball's emitter.  The beam instantly vaporizes Aldraan.*</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  *weeping*  It's even more beautiful than I thought it would be!  That megaray was the same shade as my gorgeous hair!  And the beautiful blossom of that explosion!  It was simply beyond words!</div> <bR> <div> *Tarkana hardly notices Voder and Misty leave, Misty in utter shock at seeing her planet disintegrate.*</div> <bR> <div> Lieutenant:  Madam Tarkana, our scans show that 97% of the planet has been obliterated.</div> <bR> <div> Tarkana:  WHAT?!  YOU MEAN THERE'S STILL 3% LEFT?!  YOU INCOMPETANT FOOL!!!!  *The lieutenant quickly flees the room to escape Tarkana's wrath*</div> <bR> <bR> <div> *Meanwhile, on the <I>Century Pidgey</I>, Brock is sparring against a floating poké-ball-shaped remote, which keeps zapping him with tiny blasts.  Obi-Oak, overseeing the excercise, suddenly sits down, looking distressed*</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  *Turning off the lightsword*  Obi-Oak!  What's wrong?  Did you feel a great disturbance in the Force?  You look like you heard millions of voices crying out in terror and then being suddenly silenced!  Has something terrible happened?</div> <bR> <div> Obi-Oak:  *shaking his head*  Nope...  just heartburn from that burrito I had...</div> <bR> <div> *Ash, sitting across the room, is snacking on his eighth taco.*</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  You know Oak, you're just like Pikachu.  He can't take those burritos either!  *Chuie, sitting beside Ash with a box of chinese take-out in his lap and a chopstick in each paw, nods in agreement.*</div> <bR> <div> Oak:  Well, I think I'll be fine now...  You just keep up your training, Brock.</div> <bR> <div> M2-D2:  *looking up from a Battleship gameboard.*  Hey, Chuie!  D-5!  *At that, Chu-bacca leans to the right and puts a peg in his own board, growling as he sees that M2 just sunk his battleship.  His cheeks spark ominously.*</div> <bR> <div> 3-JPO:  Be careful, Meowth!  He looks like he's getting mad!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  So what?  Dis is just a game!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Yeah, I tried that excuse once, but he Thunderbolted me anyway...</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Oh my...  I suggest a different strategy...  Throw the match while your circuitry is still intact!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Yeah...  Ya might be right for once, Jimbo.   And to tink..  I almost challanged him ta chess next!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  That's ok, he never looses at chess.  It's the safest thing to play him at!  *Ash notices Brock suddenly get zapped three times*  You know, you might try dodging...</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  No, I have to deflect these bolts with my sword and the Force!  I think you're all distracting me!  *Brock grabs a helmet and puts it on, lowering the blast shield.*  Now I'll feel the Force flowing through me!  It will control my actions and obey my commands!  I will let go my conscious self and act on instinct.  I AM THE FORCE!  *Before anyone can try to stop him, Brock begins to swing wildly, somehow deflecting six shots in a row before slicing the remote in half.  Everyone stares open-mouthed in disbelief and Ash drops his taco.*</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  WOW!!  YOU GOTTA TEACH ME THE FORCE!!!  I've been all around the galaxy and I've never seen anything like that!  Come on, say you'll teach me, pleeeeeeeeese!</div> <bR> <div> Obi-Oak:  Sorry, but according to the Pokí Code, I can only have one apprentice at a time...</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Not YOU!!  Brock!  *Ash falls at Brock's feet*  Please, oh powerful one, teach me how to have the Force!  I want to be a Pokí Master!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Oh, brudder...</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Alas, I am but a humble Padawan, unskilled in the art of the Force.  I am not fit to train you at this time!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Maybe in a couple weeks?</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  We'll see...  *Oak rolls his eyes*</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  What about a lightsword?  Can I have one of them?</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Hey, I have nothing against it, but I have no idea where to find one.</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  That's okay.  I'm sure Pikachu can find one somewhere.  He's always finding stuff we're not supposed to have!</div> <bR> <div> Chuie:  Pika....</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  That means he'll do it!  *Chuie rolls his eyes.  Suddenly an alarm sounds.*  Hey, is that the timer for my chili?  No wait... That means we're about to come out of hyperspace!  Come on, let's get to the bridge!</div> <bR> <div> *As everyone piles into the bridge, the <I>Century Pidgey</I> comes out of hyperspace.  Suddenly, the whole ship starts shaking and bouncing around as a bunch of debris pummels it from all directions.*</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Darn it!  We must have run into a comet trail or something!</div> <bR> <div> Chuie:  Pika pika!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Da fuzzball says dat Aldraan's been blown up!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  That's crazy!  Nothing could destroy an entire planet!  It would take a battlestation the size of that moon over there to do that!</div> <bR> <div> Obi-Oak:  That's no moon.  It has to be a battlestation!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Nobody has a battlestation that big.  It's a moon!</div> <bR> <div> Oak:  Station!</div> <bR> <div> Ash:  MOON!!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  *interrupting the fight waving a small booklet.*  Hold it!  According to the <I>Official Pokémon Trainer's Guide to the Galaxy</I>, Aldraan doesn't have a moon!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Hey, you nitwits!  While youse guys was arguin', dat thing got us in a tractor beam!  We're being pulled in, and there's no way for us to escape!</div> <bR> <div> Chuie:  Chu!  Kachu pik pikachu!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Yeah, youse is right.  Even dat auxillary power ting wouldn't help us now!  I guess we're just doomed.</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  *weakly*  Oh...</div> <bR> <div> Chuie:  Pikachu!  Pikapikapi!  *Chu-bacca darts out of the cockpit, and M2 starts rolling after him*</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Da mouse says dat he has an idea!  Come on!</div> <bR> <div> *As everyone hurries to catch up with Pikachu, the <I>Century Pidgey</I> is slowly pulled towards the huge space station...*</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>End Chapter 9</B></div> <bR> <div> Ash:  Wow, that was great!  *Suddenly there's a beeping noise*  Yay!  My chili's done!  I was just starting to get hungry again, too!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Ick...</div> <bR> <div> Meowth:  *climbing out of his costume*  You'd tink dat the tacos 'n' burritos 'n' refried beans 'n' Pikachu's leftover Chinese food woulda done somethin' 'bout dat...</div> <bR> <div> Will Ash ever satiate his hunger?  Will Tarkana destroy more worlds?  Will Link ever manage to convine Ash that he is, in fact, NOT SAMUS?  Find out, when Poké Wars continues....</div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>