**batter, one, batter two, three....four, skip for four, batter up toe knock bang toe heel.....click........OUCH!!**
Sheena fell to the floor in a heep as her heel connected with her shin, instead of the other hell. she clutched at it and swore silently under her breath.
**ohhh man this CAINS!!**
"Sheena, what are you doing?" asked her teacher, Eliza.
"I just got myself" She replied through clenced teeth.
"well get off the stage before someone trips on you!" her attention was attracted by someone else doing something wrong "Janice, for the love of God, What ARE you doing?! you Stupid......."
The rest of her tirade was lost as she moved down the back of the room. Easing herself into one of the few chairs in the dance studio she examined her shin, a huge red welt was forming and quickly turning purple.
"That looks nasty."
She looked up to see Mike standing next to her.
"It kills, better get back to practicing before she spots you."
He nodded and moved off. Another day in the life of Irish Dancing. Since she'd started up two years ago her legs and feet always had bruises or scratches on them from her hardshoes. Cuts, bruises, scratches, sprains, strains, breaks, fractures, they were all common occuraces, she was lucky enough though that she had only ever had as bad as a sprain.
"How is it?" Eliza asked as she walked up. Bending over she had a look.
"Sore, but I've had worse."
"We're almost finished anyway, you can have the rest of the night off" Eliza smiled and walked back to the stage, yelling at some poor unfortunate dancer as she went.
Han Solo was not in a comfortable position. Hanging nearly upside down in the bowels of his ship trying to find out why the lights kept switching on and off he swore to himself again. Spotting a wire where it shouldn't be he moved in for a closer look. It was the problem alright.
"Chewie, hand me some pliers."
Chewie roared a question.
"Yeah, I think I found it."
The pliers were handed in and the wire removed.
"That should fix it" he mutterd. Raising his voice so that Chewie could hear him he called out, "Chewie, move out of the way, I'm coming up".
With a lot of grunting, cussing and exertion he got himself up and out of the hole.
"I'm getting old, I used to be able to get out of there with ease."
Chewie snorted and Han glared at him. "Who asked you fuzzball?"
A rumble came deep from Chewies throught.
"Oh be quiet" Han replied.
"Captain Solo, might I enquire when we shall be on our way again? Must I remind you that we are schedualed to arrive on Yavin 4 in three standard hours" 3PO shuffled down the corridor.
Despite all the years that he had known the droid, he still manated to get on his nerves.
"No goldenrod we were just about to head off agian."
"oh good! It will be quite a pleasure to see Master Luke and Artoo again."
Han headed towards the 'fresher to wash the grease off his hands before heading to the cockpit.
"Captain Solo, Isn't the cockpit the other way?"
Three more hours, he only had to put up with him for three more hours.
Sheena was curled up in bed with her newest Star Wars Book "Vision of the Future" and started to read. It wasn't long before she was sucked in. In what seemed like seconds later, she was startled out of her concentration by her mother knocking on her door.
"Sheena, lights out sweetie. It's time for bed."
"Okay mum, G'night"
She put a bookmark in her book, placed it on the floor beside her bed and turned out the light. She tossed and turned and eventually fell into a dreamless sleep. She awoke at some stage of the night to a freezing cold wind but after crawling under the blankets fell back to sleep. That's when the dream started..........
She was lifted out of her bed by unseen arms and placed down on a stage raised above a vast audience chamber. It looked a lot like the Grand temple room that was shown at the awards ceremony in Star Wars only devoid of life.
Two figures came running in, one of them looked like Luke Skywalker, the other was unknown to her. He was a boy of around her age. Behind them rolled a droid that had to be R2-D2.
It all seemed so real! She could actually feel the stones beneath her. The boy and Skywalker came near enough that she could hear them talking...
"Uncle Luke, she's awake! Who is she?"
"I don't know Jacen."
She felt something probing at her mind and somehow threw it off. Skywalkers gasp of surprise was the last thing she heard before the dream stopped...... then there was nothing.
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and his nephew Jacen Solo were sitting down discussing the days lesson. Jacen was sixteen and well on the way to becoming a Jedi Knight but he still had much to learn. Luke was explaining the finer points of weilding a lightsabre when they felt it. A strange presense coming from the audience chamber.
"Uncle Luke, do you sense that?"
"Yes Jacen."
They looked at eachother and started at a brisk pace towards the disturbance. R2 whistled a query and started following. They entered the Audience Chamber and looked around.
"Uncle Luke, up on the stage!" Jacen pointed to the figure lying up there.
They both ran. Getting closer to it they discovered that it was a human female. Her eyes flutterd open as they approached.
"Uncle Luke, she's awake! Who is she?"
"I don't know Jacen." Luke stretched out with the force to gently probe her mind. He gasped in surprise when she threw him out. Her eyelids closed and she appeard to go to sleep.
"Let's get her out of here and put her where she'll be more comfortable." Luke moved forward, picked her up and started to carry her out of the chamber.
Sheena woke to the sounds of early morning in the bush. Opening her eyes a crack she was assulted with bright morning light.
"Oh FRIG! that's bright!"
She quickly shut her eyes again. Somebody chuckled.
"Good Morning. Nice to see your awake and well, you gave us a bit of a fright last night."
Opening her eyes again, slowly this time to give them a chance to adjust, she glanced over towards the voice. She was greated by the smiling visage of a very familiar blond Jedi Master.
"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming."
"And why is that?"
She hopped out of bed and onto the cold stone floor. Wandering over to the nearby window she looked out. She saw dense Jungle.
**Weird, I live in suburban Brisbane, NOT the Amazon Basin**
Above in the sky floated what appeared to be a large orange ball. The scene was very familiar. Taking another look to be certain she chuckled.
**yep wasn't seeing things**
"Yavin four." she breathed. "Now I know I'm dreaming."
She was startled by the sound of Skywalker clearing his throught.
"And why would you be dreaming Miss........."
"Just call me Sheena." She replied as she turned to face him. "I'm dreaming because this can't be real. This is all made up. It's out of movies an' books 'n' stuff, so any minute now I'm going to wake up and discover this was all a pleasant, if not wierd, dream."
She turned on her heel with every intention of stalking out of the door, and she would have succedded too if not for one small fact, the room she was in was not the same layout as her room back home. Consequently the door wasn't there, it was on the oposite side of the room. She ended up running into the wall, bouncing off it, tripping over a chair and landing hard on her back, banging her head on the floor. Stars exploded in front of her eyes and she yelped in pain.
"Are you alright?" Skywalker asked as he moved to help her up.
**Somehow I don't think I'm dreaming, I wouldn't dream doing something like that, Cyclone Sheena strikes again**
"I get the feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry old saying where I come from, I'm fine."
Her stomach chose that moment to announce to the world that it was empty.
"Hungry?"
She gave a sheepish grin, "a bit."
Skywalker motioned for her to follow. "Come on then."
Sheena suddenly remembered exactly where she was and what she was wearing. "I can't go out there in my PJ's!"
Skywalker arched an eyebrow in question.
"Bed Clothes, night clothes, pjamas, oh WHATEVER!"
"Already thought of that."
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" she said with a smile.
He just laughed.
DISCLAIMER: Any characters not recognised from the star wars movies or novels belongs to me. Anything you do recognise belongs to good ol' Unca George. I'm just borrowing for a while and having fun.