*Aron sat in his X-Wing cockpit, listening to the radio his
Uncle Wedge had helped him install years ago...she was old
and obsolete to what one COULD get, but aron, as a jedi,
did not accept payment for his services as New Republic
ambassador, which was on the verge of merge with the
Ewok Council. He only accepted what was forced into the
pockets of the clothes in his closet, probably from the cleaning
having been instructed by han.....han always got what he wanted,
even if he had to get the hired help to do it for him. aron chuckled
at this thought. flying around the naboo system, he soon found
an interesting site in this galaxy: a coral skipper. characteristic
vessel of the ruthless yuuzhan vong......well, mostly ruthless.
he knew one...that at least TRIED to understand human emotion:
his best friend mattimus. oh how he'd love to see him again.
especially after finding out that his parents had been killed
by imperial storm troopers and not mattimus's parents. in fact,
HIS parents had been killed too. and mattimus had been trying
to find them for all these years. no wonder he didnt have any
luck. aron chuckled at THIS thought, though only slightly,
showing some respect for his friends deceased parents.
what the heck? there was about a 1/1000000000 chance of that
being mattimus. but that was a chance.*
*aron traces the skipper's radio frequency.*
xwing to skipper...xwing to skipper...you are nearing nabooan
airspace......just a joke......i am not air police repeat...not air
police......please identify......over