[center]Yes, I know it's past the deadline and that a winner has been announced, but I suddenly felt like writing a fan fic, and reacted to the urge by... doing so. Let's see how far I can be bothered to keep on doing this . Enjoy!
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Jochen (a dreadful name, he knew, but all fan fic characters seemed to have ridiculous names, and why the smurf should he be an exception) woke up as he was being extracted out of the bacta tank. He was then dried, put in bandages, and left on a bunk while his comrade Karlin (see what I mean?) entered the room and knelt down beside him.

"What... happened...", he managed to stutter. In response, his comrade bit his upper lip, clearly not eager to convey that Jochen had once again been the victim of one of his own colossal screw-ups. Eventually, though, he reluctantly informed Jochen that while they were having lunch together in their quarters, he had been surprised by a Yavin wasp and, flailing away from the insect, struck the dangerously low-hanging hard plastic ceiling lamp and knocked himself unconscious.

"But... it hurts...", Jochen protested. The painful concussion was very likely caused by the ceiling lamp, but he also had suffered a broken finger, his body was covered by cuts and bruises, and he had very obviously broken at least one rib. A couple teeth also seemed to be missing. He was crestfallen - no one suffered such injuries as a result of the clever teamwork of a wasp and ceiling lamp! Not even he!

"Well", replied his comrade, "unfortunately, what with Hoth having full priority, we still haven't gotten around to go through that bug list, and so when you lost consciousness you glitched through the floor, and after having fallen three floors, your rag doll interacting with an astromech droid, vibro-blade display, and another ceiling lamp on your way down, you finally landed on the ground, two meters below the ground floor... where you stayed until we could get hold of a mapper who removed part of the base static, allowing us to extract you.

Damnit, Jochen thought, why must the mod's many bugs and glitches always end up hurting him. Just last month he'd been struck down by standing half a meter away from an idling Combat Speeder, and half a year before that on Mos Espa he'd broken his nose when he walked right into an invisible building collision mesh.

Then all of a sudden, perhaps due to the arrival of the Death Star in the system, but more likely because the author couldn't be arsed into seguing this scene and the next together, the alarm sounded. The medical droid threw Jochen into a repuslorwheelchair, and away they went to the briefing room.

[center]My litterrary geniious knows on bounds, & there iwll be more peices of beautifully writtened stories coming ur way zoon.[/center]