Typho, Lord of the Guards. Keep the Crumpets Away! Qui-Gon the Brownie Junkie. Easy life, kind of. Zipping about on my way to promotion.

It Sucks To Be A Slave. Sunday, June 04, 2006. Hello, my name is Sevan and I am new in these here parts. As a slave I am to do what my boss wants me to do. But I mainly help out with the prisoners. I bring the prisoners their necessities, such as fresh clothing, food, and water. Right now we have only two. Some guy named Zo-Loc, which he insist I call him Zebb and this cyborg thing that is in the medical bay, unconscious. Alas, I must now leave you, the cyborg thing has awoken.

Saturday, March 24, 2007. Well, the poll has been up for a week. The overwhelming majority want to migrate to a new version 2 blog. As people migrate to the new blog I will close their accounts on this blog. The goal is to make this blog an archive and encourage new activity to take place on the version 2 blog. Let me know if you have any objections.

Friday, February 24, 2006. Stranded and in need of help. If anyone can hear this please respond and send some help. Our transportation was struck down by a fleet of space pirates and we were forced to make a crash landing in the jungles of Kashyyk. We need help, forward this to Major Blast if you receive it. We flew at them head on, took a few down on our way through them, their cannon fire punching space to the right of us. Except instead of space there was a Naboo Royal Yacht.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006. Jar Jar announced the task; we cleared the room, and were instantly ready to capture every thing that would happen during this challenge. We folded the ladders and placed the finishing coat of quick dry paint on the walls, and started to file out of the room. Hassen setten up an art room. He picked himself up, and hurriedly mopped up the spilt paint from the floor and hurried out the door.