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.