Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The lower city...

After an exceedingly long wait, I'm finally back to explain what happened when I went into the lower city to retrieve my belongings.

The kind and charitable Jedi-Master-to-be, Mr. A-Dawg, generously offered to escort me down into the lower city to retrieve my missing suitcase. I am forever in his debt, as now that I have seen the place, I see why Master Yoda suggested that I keep away from it.

It seems that the city authorities are nearly absent there, and it’s positively filthy as well! I simply don’t understand how sentient creatures can willingly live that way.

When we arrived at the bar in questions, my attire garnered us many odd looks. I suppose I should have listened to Mr. A-Dawg, when he suggested that my senatorial garb wasn’t exactly appropriate for lower-city travel.

So he lent me his black Jedi robe, which made everyone back off very quickly.

I went to the fresher to check that it was straight, and let me tell you all… never go into a fresher in the lower city.

To say that it was filthy would be a vast understatement.

Also, there was a man in there. A man! A man in a shiny purple suit, and a huge hat with a feather in it, no less… He seemed to be looking for someone named ‘Kiki’, and suggested to me that they were playing ‘hide-and-seek’. At first, he seemed fascinated by my appearance, and started to ask the strangest questions, like what my ‘measurements’ were.

Then he noticed that I was wearing Mr. A-Dawg’s robe, and stepped back a few paces. “Oh,” he stammered nervously, wringing his metallic hands, “you’re one of Skywalker’s girls? I’ll just go, now…” And then he ran off.

To Be Continued…

Monday, August 22, 2005

A Clue

So, I've spent the last few weeks looking into the mystery of my missing suitcase, because... well, I really don't want strangers getting into that bag. *blushes*

Unfortunately, my guards and I had been getting nowhere, until today.

I was at the Mall of Coruscant, looking for new clothes, and this Bothan just walked up to me and handed me a data chip. He mumbled something about 'nearly dying for this information', and then he wandered off, without giving me a chance to thank him or even ask what information he meant.

On the chip, I found the most horrifying thing...

It seems that they're going to put my case up for auction in a little bar in the the lower city. My guards tell me this must mean that the captain of that ship hid the 'spice' that the authorities were looking for in that case.

I... I don't know what to do.

Someone is going to sell my personal belongings! Master Yoda has suggested that I should avoid the lower city, but given the circumstances, I can't just let someone rifle my underclothes, can I?

*sniffle* Can someone please help?

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Mistaken Identity

Given all of the confusion, I thought I would take a moment to clear something up.

This is me:

And this is Mothra:

Or was it the other way around? I forget...

Oh well.

What I'm trying to say is that despite the astounding similarity, we are not the same creature. At least... I don't think so.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

A very long week...or two

I'm quite sorry for my absence over the last few weeks, but we had a couple of... incidents while arriving in Republic City that have caused some considerable trouble.

First, as it turns out, my pilot was attempting to smuggle some kind of 'spice' onto Coruscant by way of my very own luggage. This led to quite the horrific search and seizure process, and let me tell you, the Coruscanti authorities are very... thorough.

I think I'm going to need therapy.

They put me in a holding cell overnight, where they actually expected me to sleep on a mildew infested cot, and use the fresher in front of complete strangers. I did meet a nice woman named Trixie while there, though, who suggested that if I were ever in the lower city, and in need of work, she would 'set me up'.

I don't know what that means, but I thought it was quite kind of her.

Just when we thought that all had been put right; that is, when they let me out of that awful holding cell, we realized that there was a further problem.

It seems that while the authorities were searching my luggage, they somehow misplaced a piece. The bag with my... err... personal items in it. They've been since unable to locate it. It would appear then, that all of my undergarments are officially missing in action, with no probability of ever showing up again.

I am in dire need of an appropriate place to shop, and very quickly.

Thursday, July 14, 2005


So, I've finally arrived on Coruscant.

It took much longer than expected, but the pilot insisted that it would be better if we stopped by Kessel on the way. I don't know much about Kessel, or why we would go there, but he was quite certain. As little as I know about astro-navigation, I felt quite secure in the fact that he knew better than I.

He did seem quite knowledgeable, after all. He told me that my status as a senator allowed us to bypass Coruscanti customs, and simply proceed to the planet below.

He seemed quite happy about that.

I wonder if it takes a long time to go through a customs check?