Title: Hoth hath no fury...
Author: MaraJael
Disclaimers: Jael doesn't get mad. She gets even. She
doesn't own any of you. Yet.
Archive: Flip Flip Puff Puff
Timeline: During Part 2 of Emmy's "Call of Duty"
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Jael paced back and forth across the room. Space Dog paced back and forth across the room. Wicket and 17 other ewoks paced back and forth across the room. Jael stopped crying "Aha!" Space Dog stopped barking "Aha!" 18 ewoks stumbled into each other and mumbled "Ow!" "Ok, I have a plan. But it is going to take all of us to make this happen. Are you with me?" The crowd cheered. Jael took that for a yes and began handing out duties to her small army of Furry Mercenaries.
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"How is the database going?" asked Jael, perching herself on the edge of the desk where the two bots sat playing Final Fantasy IV.
"What, do we look like we work here?" asked Crow.
Jael hit the power switch, killing the power to the computer without properly shutting down. My, my. When good geeks go bad....
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Wicket stood on the shoulders of one of his buddies and cleared out yet another shelf of the pantry. Another group of ewoks carried the boxes of chocolate, nutella, whipped cream, and other assorted sundries away. Yet another team restocked the shelves with Lima Beans, Tuna-Fish Helper, Spam, and Peas.
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Jael stood back and admired her handy work. Yes, the photos of the General in assorted compromising positions with girls from Aya's campus were quite shocking. She grinned when she re-read the banner, "Welcome Transfer Students. You are the new hope of this University. Love, *Your* General" Her particular favorite was the enlarged picture of the "New Talent." All of the girls held banners with pictures of The Ho's with large red-exes over their faces that read "Out with the old, In with the New. Come to find out, he never liked you!"
* * * Jael checked on Cal. "Are you sure the General wanted everything in his office painted Chartruse?" he asked. "Oh yes, he said that all the grrrls really like chartruse. And Diebin wants every thing in her office painted Mauve and Country Blue. Be sure to have it done before she gets back... you know how she gets." Cal cringed. Boy did he ever know how Diebin got...
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Jael replaced the last of the General's wardrobe with Chartruse polyster pants and shiny pink and red plaid shirts. It looked like someone had thrown up penicillin in a bad disco parlor. Jael grinned a terrible horrible maniacal grin. "Come on Space Dog. We have miles to go before we sleep..."
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Work on the data-base halted. Now 42 temporary computer specialists were working on Geek Art. Along with one Not-Master named David had found when she was snooping around in the administrative wing. "Pretty..." said Jael looking over the shoulder of one of the programmers. "Be sure to highlight that tiara..." and to another, "Be sure we can see the sign over that door that reads 'Clinic'. Keep up the good work!" She and space dog then headed for the dorms to see how Martha was coming along on the redecoration of the dorms. Martha had been very excited about the challenge of finding enough authentic bozo the clown artifacts to decorate nearly 200 hundred rooms. And the Ewoks would be getting red and yellow paint out of their fur for weeks to come.
Jael used to be a sweet girl. Until she found out revenge was sweeter. Hoth hath no fury...