Title: One More Bag to Pack
Author: Kendra
Rating: ITLAINS (It's too late and I need sleep)
Archive: fine
Disclaimer: GL owns it all, that's so not right. We treat our Obi way better.
Notes: Forgive the mistakes, it's late and everyone smart is in bed.
Timeline: After Laure's That Old Time Religion

"I'm sorry, baby, but you just can't come along," Emmy sweetly tried to explain once more. "It just wouldn't be good for you," she sighed as big brown eyes looked up to her pleadingly.

"No, and that's my final answer," the Diva exclaimed sternly as she turned back to her bed and tried to choose what clothes she should pack for her trip to the Temple.

The soft click-clack of little…err…big paws echoed about the bedroom making the Diva hang her head and wince. She couldn't take it, the rejection, the pleading glances, the disappointment in that gaze.

"Fine, but you'll have to behave, no biting anyone but Xani," she ordered as she turned to face Lasher who was staring at her wagging his tail happily. "Now, go get your stuff, we leave in an hour."

With that the happy, 'big' puppy was scurrying about the bedroom in a mad dash. It remained to be seen if he really was getting his belongings or just going 'dog crazy'.

~~*~~

"You know what to do," Judy emphasized once more as she looked longingly at her bar top while Artoo squawked and twittered with determination.

"Exactly, if any one of those over grown oafs as much as thinks they can set a bottle cap on this bar top…zap the stuffing out of them," she added as Artoo whistled appreciatively.

"I'm leaving you in charge while we're gone, don't let me down," Judy added as she looked once more at the bar and began to leave. Suddenly she stopped and quickly turned around to rush behind the bar.

Picking up her trusty bat, the smile upon her face was most alluring. "Don't leave home without it," she grinned as Artoo chattered in agreement.

~~*~~

"Come on Jen, this is freakin ridiculous," Kymira groaned as she and Jen slowly made their way down the hall, dragging a steamer trunk behind them.

"Potty mouth…" Jen wheezed as she motioned to the potty mouth jar in the hallway floor.

"Freakin, don't count…it can't," Kymira objected. "Besides quit trying to change the subject. Do you really need to bring all this?"

Jen straightened indignantly and narrowed her eyes upon her fellow Ho. "These are my most prized possessions. You don't expect me to leave them while on vacation. What if the miners burn down the place? Cal gives the campus away to some cult? I will not…repeat… not have my Pink Banana appliances disappearing. Now shut up and pull," the Pink Banana Ho ordered as Ky groaned.

"You could have had one of the boys drag this monstrosity down to the Falcon," Kymira groused as the trunk inched it's way to the stairs.

"Ha, and trust them to bring it to me in one piece. Never," Jen exclaimed as they stopped at the top of the stairs and glanced cautiously down. "On second thought…let's try the elevator."

~~*~~

"You promised me," Kendra insisted as she followed the General around his office while he gathered a few of his things.

"No, I'm sorry, love. But not now," the General once again replied.

"That's not fair," the General's secretary pouted, as she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin while staring at the General.

The General just sighed deeply and stopped what he was doing before turning around to face the distraught Water Ho. "Kendra, you do not need to take any tools with you to the Temple. And that is final," he gently insisted.

"Final? Excuse me? Did you just say final? I know you didn't just say final?" she exclaimed as she stomped her foot.

"Love, we do not need any…helpful assistance while at the Temple. Please, no flooding the Temple or Temple grounds," he tried to urge as he stepped closer and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I tell you what, I promise to show you the Room of 10,000 Fountains as soon as we get settled in…just you and me," he suggested in a low, purring voice that made his secretary waiver.

"Fine…but…I wasn't about to flood anything," she stammered as he arched his brow and cocked his head to the side to look at her. "Really, I wasn't."

"I know love…I know," he sighed before hugging her.

~~*~~

Julia stood with checklist in hand, doing one last quick inventory with Sere. "Cameras?"

"Check," Sere replied as she counted out an even dozen.

"Film?"

"Check! Do you really think a hundred rolls will do?"

"Hmmm…better bring an extra hundred. You never know what type of incident will occur at the Jedi Temple," Julia suggested as she tapped her pencil to her lip.

"Infra red camera?"

With a quick glance to the stacks of equipment, Sere finally spotted it. "Check."

"Repelling rope and grappling hooks?"

"You got it."

"Camcorder?"

"Yep!"

"Pepto?"

"Ha, ha…very funny," Sere snapped as she glared at Julia.

~~*~~

"I'm sorry, but somebody needs to stay and help the General command the troops," Jael insisted as she raced about her bulldozer gathering her few belongings and throwing them into a borrowed suitcase.

"Perfect, you know your orders," she once again stated as she glanced down at Space Dog who was panting casually. With one last salute and a pat on the head to her commander in charge of helping the Other General, Jael and her meager belongings were off.

"Oh…watch the CAT, will you?" she asked as Space Dog barked in agreement. "I've so got to find a good home before the first snow."

~~*~~

"Now, I want you to fry anyone of those Wanker dweebs who go anywhere near my greenhouse," Shana instructed as Scott nodded his head in understanding.

"And no destroying anything…and what ever you do, no adding a little 'extra' power to anything. That includes, dishwashers, lawn mowers, golf carts, vacuums…anything," she added as she handed another suitcase to the ever-growing stack he held in his arms.

"Fine…and play nice while I'm gone," Shana grinned as Scott gave her a wicked smile.

~~*~~

"I will not be gone forever," Laure sighed as she placed the 'closed for vacation' sign on the cabaret stage. "It will only be for a few days," she once again repeated as Commo looked at her with pleading eyes.

"But, dearest, must you leave me alone with these…peasants?"

"You'll survive. And don't think about placing any more ads in the paper, on the internet, or on milk cartons while I'm gone," the ex-mediator instructed as she and her fallen emperor walked out of the cabaret.

"Agreed," Commo sighed longingly making Laure glare at him. "I shall amuse myself in other ways. They are having a gold tournament at this putt-putt country club tomorrow…I think I shall attend."

Laure sighed once more, but didn't miss a step, he'd find out soon enough what he was getting into. She only hoped that the windmill on hole nine wouldn't cause him to pitch a royal fit.

~~*~~

"Just behave yourself and don't try to maul Cal too bad," Tara instructed her cat as the Ho scurried about her apartment gathering her things.

"Damn, where did I put that extra spritzer bottle?" she wondered aloud as she dropped to her knees and searched under her bed, flinging things over her shoulder. "Oh…that's interesting," Tara mused as she stopped for a moment and glanced at the tattered remains of her Water Room plans. "Might get a chance to work on that," she sighed as she threw them into the suitcase.

Moments later, the heap that was under her bed now lay behind her, and still no spritzer bottle. "Fine, well five will have to do. It's not an even number but…I'll survive," the Water Ho sighed as she tried to shove the last remaining items in her luggage.

"Nothing like wet padawans," she smiled with a glint in her eyes while imagining spritzing all the sexy padawans in the Temple. "This is going to be a great vacation."

Suddenly with a panicked look in her eyes at realizing her suitcase would not close, Tara ran to her bedroom window and looked down upon the grounds. That's when it came to her…Hak. Surely Hak could sit on it and it would close and she wouldn't have to leave anything behind.

Opening up the window, the Water Ho shouted at the top of her lungs for Hak. And like a trained St Bernard, the big guy dropped what he was doing and ran in the direction of the distraught Ho.

~~*~~

"I am not…repeat not…going to wear that in public," Dor objected as Xani tried to convince her to wear the polyester, neon blue miniskirt and white go-go boots.

"But you look so…so…sexy," Xani purred as he pulled the librarian against his leather-clad thighs.

"Well…since you put it that way," Dor grinned. "Pack it and we'll see what happens," she relented.

"Oh…I can't wait to see that," Pelham winced as he carried his baggage to the library door. "Hideous, absolutely hideous that…flare wear."

"That reminds me, did anyone tell Cal that Draco was not allowed to eat polyester?" Dor questioned as she stood up and sent Xani to the floor in a heap.

"You want to play rough…" Xani grinned, grabbing for Dor's ankles but finding himself on the receiving end of a heel to the hand.

"Yes, I told the 'preacher' man that Draco was on a strict diet. He added it to his notes of things to do," Pelham sighed as he walked back inside and dragged another piece of his luggage to the door.

"I can't wait to see the reaction of everyone at the Temple once we all arrive," Dor gleamed excitedly as Xani slowly stood, clutching his hand to his chest.

"It should be most…unusual," Xani grinned. "You do have the blasters packed in case we're met with opposition?"

Dor just rolled her eyes and went to gather a few spell books, something to read on the flight to Coruscant.

~~*~~

It was five on the nose when the sudden sound of an incoming ship made the windows throughout campus rattle. Those that were not on the rugby pitch awaiting the Falcon's arrival, hurriedly threw their last minute belongings into bags and made a mad dash out to the arriving ship.

With no fanfare and little warning, the ramp descended and out sauntered the one and only Han Solo. "Evening grrls," the smuggler cockily grinned with outstretched arms.

"Damn, he's got a nice…walk," Judy smiled with appreciation.

"And gotta love the way his holster hangs too," Kendra added with a gleam in her eyes.

"Yes, definitely love it," Emmy agreed as Lasher jumped with excitement by her side.

"You're not taking the dog, are you?" Laure questioned as her eyes left Han and glanced at the Diva.

"Well yes," Emmy replied as Laure rolled her eyes.

"Oh this is going to be fun, can you imagine what Lasher is going to do in the Temple gardens?" Ky snickered.

"Hey, I'll have you know…ohhh…look at the shine of those black boots," Tara smiled as Han began to help the gathered Ho's board the Falcon.

"Damn but he looks like someone I should know," Kendra mused as she cocked her head sideways hoping for some answers.

"Yeah, he does look familiar," Tara agreed. "Oh well, it's not important…let's get moving. We have a Temple to invade."

"No…no invading," Laure snapped as she and her short, shorted self followed the Water Ho to the awaiting ship.

"Hey! Move it…out of the way!" a lilting voice demanded from the back of the crowd and shouts of pain could be heard as she moved forward. "You weren't leaving without saying good-bye, were you?" Dande demanded as she craned her neck as if looking for someone up ahead.

"Well…no, we said good-bye earlier," Emmy replied as she looked in the direction of where the Wench was intently trying to see.

"You should have dished me that Han was arriving. I happened to be standing on the porch searching the campus when I spotted the Falcon," the Wench sighed before getting a little twitter patter when she noticed Han's backside saunter up the ships landing ramp.

"Oh…I see," Judy grinned with amusement. "Guess the boy appeals to both the masses."

"I may be married, but there's no reason I can't appreciate a fine 'smuggler' type man," Dande smiled as she made her way to the front of the line to get a better view and to make introductions.

~~*~~

The General stood on the steps of the Admin building and glanced around campus. This was his home, though he enjoyed time away upon occasion with his grrls, he always wanted to return. And this was no different, as if to memorize everything about the campus he continued to look adoringly upon every building and every blade of grass.

He looked to his grrls who were gathered around the Falcon loading up and milling around watching with interest. Odd…usually they left their luggage for one of the miners to load as they fought for the best seats. Now they seem to be helping this Solo fellow carry luggage…very odd.

Seconds later, Kendra came racing toward him on her way inside the Admin building. "What's wrong?" he asked with alarm as he grabbed her by the arm to stop her.

"Nothing, just don't let the ship leave without me. I forgot the money from the potty mouth jar that's on my desk," she said breathlessly.

"We don't need that…we have plenty of funds," the General insisted with a chuckle.

"Oh no…this is my funds…I want to buy a padawan," she smiled before breaking from his grasp and racing inside, never noticing the General's furrowed brow and the way he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

~~*~~

With all the grrls and luggage aboard, the landing ramp slowly began to lift. And from out of nowhere came the shouts of one harried Nurse and her servant…err hubby.

"You shut that damned ramp and die," Darry threatened as the ramp suddenly stopped and descended once more as she and Cic stumbled on board.

"Thought you were staying," Emmy remarked as she stood above the two sprawled bodies upon the deck of the Falcon.

"We changed our minds…honeymoon," Darry said breathlessly before collapsing.

"Damn, marriage sure takes a lot out of you," the Diva mused before leaving the happy couple where they lay and heading back to take her turn in the cockpit of the Falcon. Her number should surely come about soon since the Ho's had all drawn numbers on who would sit up front with Han during the trip to Coruscant. Fifteen minutes was better than none…besides, one of the ungrateful Ho's would probably forget their number and more for her.

~~*~~