//------------------------------// // Prized Bounty // Story: Messa Little Gungan, Poop Jokes are Magic // by Dez Keiz //------------------------------// Pid-Naim's AT-AT walked on the outskirts of the Everfree, the radar beeped continuously with the spaces between each beep lessening quickly. They stopped when the beeping became uninterrupted. The AT-AT was now in front of a Victory II Frigate. The ship was in good shape, but in the event hostiles were in it the MOFF ordered JK68 and JK70 to check it out. They repelled down from the armored transport and went into the ship through an escape pod hatch. The two checked the halls and corridors of the ship. They saw nothing but a few rats. They made their way to the bridge. They checked the bridge and saw nothing. With their work done, the duo decided to mess around a bit. They turned on the ship's intercom system and began to belch and fart into it. Unknown to them something was moving towards the bridge. Jar Jar and Rarity's were frozen with fear as the AT-ST aimed down that them. "Oh whatever shall we do!" Rarity screamed as she fainted in fear and landed in a pile of Jar Jar's icky icky goo. As it got ready to fire two razer blades flew into the view ports. One razor in each port. This killed both Imperials inside the walker. Dark Star charged in and jumped into the trench checking on the group. Jar Jar looked at him with shock. "How did yousa know we was in big troubles?" Inuired the Gungan. "I just knew," replied the Sargent Major Commander Sous Chef as he knelt down to Rarity. She awoke to see the dark handsome stallion. "Oh my hero." She said looking into his eyes. "I am no hero, I have to much darnkess to be a hero. And do not try and love me, I....am to damaged." Apple Jack mutters under her breath, "Yeah, damaged in the head." Rarity did not break away her gaze,"Let me try and fix you, I can guide you to the light." "It's too late for that," Dark Star looked down and closed his eyes. "You see ever since I was a foal..." "Oh dear Celestia I cannot take hearing his backstory again!" A soldier cried out, taking his rifle, putting it in his mouth, and ending his suffering. Back on the bridge of the frigate JK68 and JK70 were notified to to the nearby presence when they were alerted via proximity alarm. They turned their attention to the doors, guns drawn. The doors opened to reveal a pony in yellow Mandalorian armor. "Lower your guns," He said in a badass voice, "I have no fight with you, unless of course you wish to die." JK68 lookd to JK70, "Dude, this guy is bad ass." JK70 nodded in agreement,"I know, I think I just creamed." They lowered their weapons and then got contacted by the MOFF. "How is the ship, did you morons find anything?" He asked in a frustrated voice. "Y-yes sir," replied JK68, "I think we have someone you may want to meet." Pid-Naim boarded the ships and went to the bridge accompanied by four stormtroopers. He examined the Mandalorian and then spoke. "Who are you?" barked the MOFF. "The name, is Po Zer." replied the badass. "And what are you doing on this ship?" "I was sucked through the portal when your little accident happened, found myself wherever we are, and used this ship for survival." "And what were you doing at my base!" "I needed to use to can, I would've taken a shit in the forest but that seems to attract Gungans." "How did you get passed the guards." "I threw a rock, and they got distracted by it." Pid-Naim facehoofed, "Fucking morons." "Yeah, they are." "And just what is it that you do for a living." "I'm a motha fucking bounty hunter biatch. My skills include naming weapons, having cool looking stuff, talking a deep voice, and standing in the background looking cool but not actually doing anything. Usually I cross my arms, but with my body changed I can't exactly do that." "You seem to have skills that we need, and I am guessing you wish to kill whoever is responsible for this?" "Indeed I do." "I know who did it, it was a Gungan, help us find and kill him, as well as figure out a way back to our dimension so that we may send for a larger army to conquer this land. Once back, we shall pay you well. "I accept, shall we discuss payment?" "Right, come with me." The MOFF leaves the bridge and signals his guards to follow. Po Zer walked slightly behind them so he would look cooler. JK68 and JK70 looked to one another. "Well," Spoked JK68, "Now what?" More stormtroopers entered the bridge, once of them wore the orange shoulder pad of an officer. "Now," He looked at the two with a slight laugh, "You need to clean the waste pipes, ship has been running on low power, and the waste system is a bit backed up as a result. Have fun."68 The two left the bridge, JK70 looked to JK68 and asked, "Did you get that officers number?" JK68 replied to his friend,"Yeah, BS201, why?" "BS201Y? That's an odd tag." "No, his tag is just BS201, I am wondering why you want it." "BS201I?" "It's just BS201. There is a question I have, and that is why do you want this information?" "Oh, I want it in the event we are ever in a chaotic battle, I know who to accidentally shoot." "Fair enough." Behind enemy lines Dash and Pinkie met up. They found an Imperial supply cache. They tried to open it, but couldn't. A computrazied voice spoke from the crate. "Please insert 25 credits to access your weapons, you may do this after fighting for three hours." Rainbow Dash looked at the box in confusion and said, "Pay to get weapons, and we have to do a certian amount of combat? Who thought that would be a good idea, I shouldn't have to pay to access a supply crate." Pinkie countered Rainbow Dash with, "I think it's more of a box than a crate." "So it's a supply box?" Replied Dash. "No...something else...on the tip of tongue..." "Item Box?" "No...maybe...Treasure Box..." "Doesn't sound right..." "I think it starts with an L....Lu-....Lo...Lu." "Luxury Box?" "Yeah that's it. Now come on, I killed an Imperial officer, lets of Loot his body." "Loot is a good word Pinkie." "Yes it is Dashie, as long as you don't need to pay extra for it."