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The Transformation

The operator hangs up much to your horror.

By this time, you start feel to a little queasy. You thought you were experiencing vertigo until you realized you weren't 50 feet off the ground. Slumped in the comfort of the backseat of your car, you peek out the window to see the Stormtroopers laying out colorful sheets on the ground; one of them was cradling a picnic basket.

They're having a picnic without you? Well, that's just plain rude, isn't it? Just as you sat up to give them a piece of your mind, that curious looking man in the white suit taps a fist on your windshield. You can't help but notice that he's blue and has an unusual gleam about him; easily said, he's as shiny as sapphire marble.

"Admiral Thrawn," he seemed to say while he flashed a card. You can't really hear since you've soundproofed your car.

"Would you like to join us?" he asked, his voice muffled. You pondered for a moment. You were seriously in need of an antacid or two. Eventually, you crept out of your car without a word; if you uttered a single syllable, the last of what you had for lunch will come pouring out along with it.

As you approached the jolly Stormtroopers, they point their blasters at you. You freeze at your steps immediately.

"Drop your weapons, men," said Admiral Thrawn, holding up a gloved hand,"he's merely an inferior Earth being who's lacking proper nutrition."

By then, you could feel the harsh aura easing to a welcoming one. "Would you like a PB&J?" chirped a Stormtrooper as he held out a sandwich. You politely declined, and asked for some antacid. However, just as you were about to complete your sentence, you felt your arms tense and swell. Upon closer inspection, scales were forming on the surface of your skin. You felt a fire rising up your throat, but this time it wasn't indigestion. You hear terrified gasps all around, but as you opened your mouth, you blew out an inferno!

The terrified Stormtroopers bolted from the area. Only Admiral Thrawn remained.


Written by Sparkles

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