A bit of random sci-fi writing. Partly inspired by real life. Partly inspired by, well, you know....
Episode Seventeen: A New Blogger.
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It is a time of unrest on the Internet. The GEANEALOGICAL EMPIRE headed by Darth Genealogist is pursuing a small freighter commanded by Princess Sarah.
The small freighter is soon overtaken by the large GENEALOGY DESTROYER, comprised of a series of some 300 binders filled with genealogical records and family trees bounded to the hull of a STAR DESTROYER.
Laserblasts richochet from both vessels, though the majority come from the much larger destroyer. One of the engines of the freigther is destroyed by a direct hit.
Princess Sarah frowned at the sound. If Darth Genealogist knew the contents of her next blog post against the excesses of genealogical research, he would use it as evidence that the Bloggers guild was too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Yet, it seemed hopeless that she should be able to transmit the post to a 'friendly' before she was taken captive.
"If only I was smart enough to purchase that smarting-off protocol droid and his little whistling counterpart." she muttered to herself. "If I send one of my comrades; the enemy will pick up on life readings, and blow the escape pod to pieces."
Her only chance: a dangerous, foolhardy chance, was to send an encrypted email to her contact on Dataooine. If she was fortunate, Scooby Done Benobi, who preferred to be known as "Scoob Doggy Dog" by his friends, would receive the email in time.
As the laser blasts came closer, the princess began typing the email, and hit send, not realizing that a single mistyped letter had sent her warning to an unintended recipient.
But, had she known, it was too late to resend it, for the last of her guards had been killed, and though she fought against her would be captors, she was stunned by them, and one of the history troopers bound her wrists before bringing her before their fearsome leader.
The tall, menacing figure followed his historytroopers into the newly captured spaceship. "Sir, her newest blog post is not in the main computer." the captain of the 'troopers nervously announced. Rousing the anger of Darth Genealogist was a dangerous enterprise.
"Search the ship, bring me Princess Sarah. The Quoda Alliance will soon be crushed."
The princess was captured by three stormtroopers, then brought, defiant, before the tall, menacing figure of Darth Genealogist. A muscle twitched in one smooth cheek, but other than that the young woman didn't react. Nor was there the slightest shake in her voice.
"Darth Genealogist, only you can be so bold. The Bloggers senate will not sit still for this. When they hear you've attacked a peaceful blog..."
"Don't act so surprised, your Highness, you weren't doing any 'mercy blogging' this time. Several genealogical transmissions were beeamed to this ship by blog-rebellion spies. I want to know what happened to the blog post they sent you."
The imposing visage dipped close. "I know that several blog-posts were beamed to this vessel by blog-rebellion spies. When we traced those ip addresses back to the computers from whence they orignated, they had the poor grace to smash their computers before they could be seized and questioned. I want to know what hapened to the data they sent you."
Neither Genealogists words nor his inimical presence appeared to have any effect on the princess. "I don't know what you're blathering about," she snapped, looking away from him. "I'm a member of the Blogger's guild on my way to---"
"You are part of the Quoda alliance; you're also a traitor to the Bloggers Senate. Take her away!"
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