Title: HSU: Live, From Hestia State...
Authors: Julia & Sere
Follows: Before Kendra's "What Day is This"
Rating: GJWHF (Grrls just wanna have fu-hun...)
Archive: Darry, we swear! We'll send the txt file!
Disclaimer: No Padawans were harmed in the writing of this fic, no Yoda or Mastah abuse (just a eensy-weensy jibe), no GL abuse -- no matter how justified. Summary: We got bored and went looking for a new way to cause trouble.... (G)

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"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, HSU!!!"

Birds took to the air, startled by the obnoxiously loud greeting that broke the stillness of the early morning.

The Nurse, stringing together several creative curses stringent enough reduce Queen Amidala's most elaborate outfit to ashes, threw the nearest object at the PA speaker.

Cic sat up and frowned. "That was my best hammer, beloved...."

"Not your best." Darry pounced on the servant, reaching for his personal tools.

The Nurse was never one to waste words where actions spoke louder.

~*~

In the Library, Dor sat up, bashing her head on the coffin lid. "I didn't do it!"

"Of course not," Xan cooed and cuddled her close. "But let's remedy that, shall we?"

Dor never wasted an opportunity that presented himself.

You just never knew when he might pass your way again.

~*~

The Diva muttered in her sleep and rolled over, pulling the pillow over her head. She needed her sleep to keep up her schedule of boinking Obi-Wan.

Later.

Later she'd make them pay.

After she finished that dream about the General standing under a waterfall, teasing her with his heated gaze, his body half-obscured by the cascading water...

~*~

In the Mediator's room Laure didn't even budge. She'd heard weirder stuff. This didn't sound like anything in need of dire attention.

It wasn't screaming, ranting, or threatening to torch everything.

She dreamed on.

The RB stood, looking out across campus. That voice.

It had almost...almost reminded him of his sister. With a shrug he returned to bed and snuggled against Laure.

~*~

"We're on the air, live and coming at you with...." A slight pause. "No idea how strong this signal is, actually."

"Strong enough to ROCK THE TEMPLE!!"

"You're sending this to the Temple?"

"Via live streaming audio, you betcha!" The wicked smile was almost visible in the tone of voice.

"Hey, Mace! Shake your groove thang to HSU's tunes!"

"In honour of our favorite man, our Knight in skin-tight black pants, he who inspires lust in every Ho's heart...General Kenobi!" The sound of a crafty chuckle. "Eat your little green heart out, Yoda!"

And throughout the campus...

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "....I go jello when you smile I start blushin' - my head rushin'" ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Kendra, up for a morning swim, treaded water, listening to the song and grinned. Good beat. Perfect for...aquarobics.

All she needed was a wet General.

Preferably nekkid. Pressing his body against hers, hands slipping down her wet arms, nibbling at her neck....

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "...If you stand too close to me I might melt down from the heat...." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Tara, up early and reading over her class notes, paused to bring to mind a favorite image of the General.

Oh yeah. Standing...just like that, with the sun striking his hair, firing the colors. Staring at her with that half-smile, the sensuous curves of his lips inviting exploration, eyes dark green.

Grabbing her notes she fanned herself.

Man, she still must have a little of that bug left. It felt like she still had a fever.

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "..If ya look my way one more time I'm gonna go out of my mind..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Cal hummed along with the song, though he didn't know it, and imagined it was about him. Imagined all the grrls circling around him, dancing, looking at him with raw need in their eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and -

"CAL!" Kymira bellowed, stalking over to the padawannabe. "Stop woolgathering and help me move this stuff! We have new students arriving and these rooms *have* to be ready!"

"Uh..oh..." Fingering his braid, the padawannabe jogged off to do as the Ho commanded. New grrls? Maybe..finally...there would be one who appreciated him for who he was.

One who would give him everything he dreamed of.

Okay, even a kiss would do....

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "Whatever you do... don't even think about it don't go and get me started don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me, baby!" ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Brenda smiled smugly at the duct taped mouth of the bot.

Finally. Peace and... Well, the music wasn't as annoying as the blathering of the bot.

In fact.... Reaching under her desk, Brenda pulled out one of the misprinted pamphlets and opened it.

Oh yeah... Bare as the day he was born, sitting on the bed with a nawtay, come-hither smile, hand coyly half-covering a rampantly erect wanger...

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "...You stop me in my tracks my heart pumpin' to the max..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Judy hummed as she polished her new bar. She'd have to get the General in here again soon to test the solidity and traction.

Maybe more than once. Safety was important.

It wouldn't do to have the new top crumble, would it?

No, it was her duty as a responsible Ho to test these things before anyone else.

Cackling slightly in anticipation, Judy went off to check her supply of Corellian Ale.

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "..I'm such such a sucker for your eyes they permanently paralyze..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Oh, that was definitely true! Deb lovingly stared at her screensaver and sighed. It was almost time.

Time for the General to come in and get to work.

Time for him to ask her in that lovely voice of his how she was. Then walk into his office, giving her an unimpeded view of his ass. The way he swaggered, lightsabre swinging gently against his muscular thigh...

Yes, every day was a good day for her!

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "Whatever you do... don't even think about it don't go and get me started don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me, baby!" ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Shana sat at the computer checking the records.

Yes, everything looked to be in order. Her inbox was empty, a rare event. Her tiger cub slept in the empty outbox, paws twitching every now and then in a feline dream.

Now. Where was that ruby-eyed devil of hers?

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "You got my heart under attack you give me shivers down my back..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Ellie checked the EA alarm one more time. That music was probably giving a few of the grrls some ideas. It would NOT do to be caught unprepared.

Shredder at the ready.

Alarm armed and cranked.

No one would doubt *her* authority, purple lightning or not!

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "...d'ya have to walk the way you do? I get weak just watchin you..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

JenJen gnawed on her pen as she finished her list. That should be about right. Hopefully the Pink Banana had enough supplies on hand.

There were a few items she hadn't seen listed before.

"New toys!" JenJen smiled in delight and licked her lips.

It was her responsibility to make sure the new toys were safe for General use, after all....

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "Whatever you do... don't even think about it don't go and get me started don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me, baby!" ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

In the HSU cafeteria -- a room that was so seldom used it was almost forgotten -- Pixie, Robin and Amy sat talking over classes and comparing notes on what to take.

"I heard 'Theory and Application of Attitude' is good." Robin flipped through the HSU Course Guide, studying the pictures of the General. Her favorite subject.

Pixie nodded. "Emmy recommended, 'Creativity: Freeing the Naughty School Girl'." She gave a shy smile. "But have you seen the uniform you have to wear? It barely covers you!"

"That's the idea..." Amy grinned. "I'm taking a massage class. I've heard it's definitely worth it." Her grin widened. "One grrl told me we get to practice on the General after his workouts!"

"I'm there!"

"Me too!"

~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ "...Don't do that... Don't do that..." ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Dande sighed in contentment as an arm snuck around her petite (especially considering her delicate condition!) waist and pulled her against a firm chest. "It sounds like Obi-Wan's grrls have a new radio station, Mahstah Dahling." She snuggled against him as he slowly moved with her to the music.

"Mmm...." Qui-Gon moulded her body to his and let his body do the talking.

Dande almost thudded from the masterly touch of his hands moving gently, smoothly, up and down her back.

Maybe this radio station wasn't such a bad thing.

Who knew Qui-Gon could dance so well?

Vertically, that is. Dande knew all about his "other" dancing skills.

It was time to live in the Moment...

~*~

Back in the new Communications Building, Sere and Julia started the next song. "For all you Hos. Peace out, grrls!"

"BORN TO BE WILD..."

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