One Day I Decided To Go To Coruscant
Chapter 4 - Explanations from Medigan
Written 2003

"What type writer?" asked Cassy, puzzled and scared out of her wits.

Huornja narrowed his eyes. "Don't play innocent with me. How else would you know of George Lucas?"

Cassy was sure that a question mark was hovering above her head somewhere. She stared down the barrel of the guard's blaster and said in a small voice, "Well, he really is a great guy. Without him, my life would be meaningless. And besides - type writers are sooo two decades ago."

Medigan frowned, his eye brows disappearing into his messy brown bangs (obviously a sign of stress from the Jedi Temple). He was not to be swayed, however, and tightened his grip on the worn blaster. Outside, traffic whizzed past in a steady but silent buzz. Huornja's glare intensified. "You lie even under pain of death. The type writer that your master wants to wreak havoc in this world will not fall into your hands."

"Oh shut up!" Cassy gave into her Dark Side. "IF I REALLY HAD THIS STUPID TYPE WRITER DO YOU THINK I'D BE STUPID ENOUGH TO COME HERE? If George Lucas needed help, why didn't he ask his fans ON EARTH!?"

At the mention of Cassy's home planet, Huornja lowered his weapon. Still looking suspiciously at her, he sat down in the driver's seat of the speeder. Leia Jade, not used to being ignored, remained standing and gave him the evil death glare that would have made Palpatine's toes curl. It worked. Uncomfortable with this look, the guard gave in.

"Obviously you didn't hide it." Medigan sighed. "But I suppose your name is not Leia Jade."

Cassy clenched her fists. "And why is that?"

He smiled with real amusement and scanned his palm over a pad, starting the speeder. "I saw what the type writer printed concerning the future in this world. You might've chosen something less obvious. It seems whoever is in possession of the type writer, they have been writing the other world into ours."

"Wait; hold up nerf herder," Cassy interjected. "Can you just explain what this damn type writer is all about?"

Huornja sent the speeder into a sudden spin, sending his passenger flying into several walls and windows. The result was a mix of swear words from both portals, the main one being in Huttese. Well, really, to speak Huttese is simple - you just burble and point (according to Cassy)! Jumping into a seat when he straightened out, Cassy glowered at him.

"Alright," the guard said gravely, his whole demeanour changing as they swept into lighter air traffic. "In your world, there are stories regarding this world and they were created by a man called George Lucas. However, when written on a certain type writer it all became true. Anything written on it applied to us here. Now, when altered, the story will become true."

Cassy looked at him thoughtfully. "So some person got a hold of the type writer. Who might that be and why?"

Huornja's brow creased and he pulled into the valet station for the building. "Someone in this world who found out about it and stole it."

Cassy found this extremely funny. She giggled as they went into the building to get to a turbolift. Smiling through her watery eyes, she explained to her mystified companion, "The O Flannelled One is being rivalled by someone in the world HE INVENTED? So who is it - Palpatine? The Trade Federation? No, let me guess - Anakin Skywalker? Evil is hotness these days."

Obviously, Huornja Medigan had reached the end of his patience and understanding with her situation.

"If you must know," he gritted as they swept into Senator Amidala's empty badass condo, "Lucas suspects Obi-Wan Kenobi."

This was more than "Leia" could take. The idea was laughable, really, but it shed a darker light on the guy. She cast her mind back to the original trilogy and shrugged. Cassy burst out, "Obi? He's just a harmless guy that can scare off Jawas. Anakin's the evil one - like I said, evil is hotness and Ewan McGregor and Alec Guiness were butt ugly."

She then proceeded to launch into a description of Darth Vader and numerous fanfics she'd read off . Huornja found this all very amusing - that there were FANS yes FANS of his world. Cassy viewed him thoughtfully. "If you were a main lead and played by Orlando Bloom, you'd have your own site."

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," the guard replied honestly, "but we haven't time for this. We must find the type writer. Already changes in our world (or as you call it, plot) have taken place."

As he went for the comlink to call "friends", Cassy suddenly had the urge to yawn. She didn't know how time passed on Coruscant, but she was exhausted. Skirting past Huornja into Amidala's suite, she made herself at home in the bed seen notably in AOTC.

"Now this I could get used to." She sighed, looking out the window at a darkening view. "Now all I need is for a droid to come crashing through there with someone on it..."

Which is precisely what happened.