Chapter 2: Enter Dark Leather
The awesome, seven-foot-tall Thresh Lord makes his way into the blinding light of the main passageway. This is Dark Leather, right hand of Emperor Palpitations. His identity is obscured by his full black leather BDSM gear, which stands out next to the silver lycra suits of the Imperial DanceTroopers
Princess Lay Her is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of DanceTroopers and presented to the sinister Dark Leather.
LAY HER: Dark Leather, I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The Antidiscrimination Board will not sit for this, when they hear you've rejected my membership application...
DARK LEATHER: Don't play games with me, Princess. I have already obtained an exemption from that body. Several emails have been sent to you by the rebel ticket. I want to know what happened to the policy documents they sent you.
LAY HER: I don't know what you're talking about.
DARK LEATHER: You're a part of the Rebellion...and a traitor. Take her away and prepare her for Inquisition. And where is my weapon, it better not have been confiscated again!
Meanwhile...
The two loyal mature-aged droids Kin-Zee 3.0 and AC-DC kick up clouds of dust as they clumsily work their way through the deserts of planet Newtown.
KIN-ZEE 3.0: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.
AC-DC answers without words.
The two behaved like a married couple, arguing over minor details but exuding a great sense of commitment to each other. Kin-Zee 3.0 had a tendency to be a bit long winded, but was often brought back into line by his quieter and shorter stature longterm companion. The story of how they met is quite interesting in itself but is better told in a prequel.
In the distance darkly clad figures dart in and out of trendy cafes. The unsuspecting droids are suddenly overwhelmed by several Goths.They wear black cloaks and their faces are a pale white so only their glowing eyes stand out.
