Tribal Council: Week Three (Ooteeni)

J.J.: Okay, looks like the Ooteeni tribe is finished so they are up first.

*Grabs the voting skull*

*First person with the most votes will be voted off. I’ll now read the votes.

First vote….Padmé

Next……Dooku

……Siri

…..Padmé

……..Padmé

…..Padmé.

That should do it. Padmé would you come up with your torch?

*snuffs out torch*

Padmé…the tribe has spoken.

*Everyone wistfully watches as padmé walks away. Padme blows Anakin a kiss, Anakin drops his eyes and looks away.*

Ooteeni, you can head back to camp.

Mabbitt, you still have three more votes to cast.

Typho: My Vote

(thinks hard and writes a name down on the paper)

(shows it to the audience)

"I may have made a mistake, but..."

(slips vote into the slot)

And the winner is...

J.J.: And the winner is Oo- wait! What’s this? Yoda and Dooku are at each others throats and are tumbling down the cliff side. Ooo! That’s gotta hurt. Now look at this…Jar Jar’s coming up. If he makes it to the top….? Yes! And Mabbitt wins the reward challenge!

As your reward, each member of your team gets to eat a fine meal from your home world. Just let us know what you want and our intergalactic chefs will whip it up and serve it to you under these tents.
Ooteeni….I got nothing for you. So close…

Now tomorrow, both teams are heading to Tribal Council. That means the Ooteeni tribe will be voting off someone from Ooteeni, and the Mabbitt tribe will be voting someone off Mabbitt.

Mabbitt, enjoy your meal. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.

Yoda: From Poo Doo to Dooku

Win this one easily we would.

After all, Jar Jar the other tribe had! At the beginning, I even said to them, "Look, fair this should be. Jar Jar you have, so do this challenge with feral cats in our pants, we will."

Take me up on that, they did not. Cocky they were. Ok with me that was.

Early, the lead we took. A hard time to get into the lead we had, too. Easy at first, it was. Of course, back Typho set us when off the balance beams he fell. Apparently, he thought that all the way back to the starting line he had to go. But only back to the start of the balance beams, he needed to go. Doofus!

"Good going, Tai-Bo!" I said.

"Typho, my name is! Typho!" he yelled. Very loud he can yell when frustrated he is. *Hee hee!*

But the time, quickly we made up. Way ahead of the hosers on the other team, we pulled.

Stinky, the Bantha poo doo was. Get it fresh, how did they? Trained Banthas to poo on command they have?

Anyway, sick Senator Amidala got. Turned my way, her head was! With the Force, I deflected it. Wash out of Solo's clothes that will not! *Hee hee hee hee*

Still, through it we got. Kicking the other tribe's butts, we were. Our dust they were eating.

To the rock wall, we got. Very quickly we climbed. Most of the way up we were. About to win, we were. Then, happen it did. Dooku's fault it was. One more ledge we had to climb when Dooku said, "Up you go, My Friend. You first."

Too well, I know Dooku. Never polite without a reason, he is. A trap for me he had set! Or maybe to pants me, he wanted! Hmm, yes. Right above him I would be. A perfect opportunity to give my pants a yank, it would be! There on Galactic TV, with my pants down around my ankles I would be! Oh, love that he would!

"Oh no, go first you must!" I said.

"Oh no, old chap, you first, I insist."

"Please, Dooku, you first."

"Age before beauty, my friend."

"Calling me old, you are?!"

"Not at all, my good man. I should think though, that it would be advantageous to someone of your obviously inferior stature to climb before me."

"Oh, inferior am I?!"

"I was merely saying that since you are so short..."

"It that is!"

Loose, all Heck broke. The smackdown on him I started to throw. A huge fight it became. Well, have what choice did I? What he said you heard, er, read! Short, he called me! And those other words too!

Suddenly, back down the cliff we were rolling. The next thing I knew, lying on the ground at the bottom of the cliff we were, moaning in pain. Up to the finish line, the other team had gotten. Smirking, they were. Look happy, my tribe did not.

Stupid Dooku! In the lead, we were. In the lead!

Won, we should have. All HIS fault, this is.

Typho: Falling Down

Falling Down
Originally uploaded by Captain Typho.

Sigh.

Not my finest hour.

It started out okay.

Half-mile sprint across sand? Too easy.

Scale a ten-foot wall? No problem.

The Sarlacc pit? Well, that was tricky. I narrowly missed getting grabbed by a tentacle.

From there it should've been easy. Just the balance beam, the Bantha poodoo and the rock climb. Piece of cake.

Only, I couldn't manage the balance beam. I got a third of the way across and fell. It was the sand. I couldn't get my footing. Maybe a little vertigo.

Anyway, I picked myself up and ran all the way back to the start of the course. I could swear that's what the Jawa said we had to do!!

Frak!

I was only supposed to run back to the start of the balance beam segment.

Sigh. Master Yoda had a field day with that snafu.

Still, the Ooteeni team managed to make up the time.

Things were going well, when...

You know what? I'll let Master Yoda tell you.

Challenge #3: Obstacle Course

Welcome survivors. Today's challenge is an old favorite in the Survivor tradition: the obstacle course. This challenge will test your endurance and speed as well as your ability once again to help your fellow teammates. Here's how it works...















Each team will begin with a brisk half mile sprint across the dunes (A) until they reach this ten foot high wall (B). Here, each team will have to scale the wall, helping those who may be too small to help themselves. Once on top of the wall, each person will then take hold of this rope and swing across this Sarlacc pit (C), making sure you neither fall in nor have a tentacle grab you. And yes, paramedics and rescuers are standing by. Eh...everyone signed that no-fault thingymagiggy at the beginning of the game, right? good.














Next, you must jump down and walk across the balance beam (D). Any person who falls off here must go back to the beginning of the balance beam and try again. Then it's onto the Bantha Poodu crawl (E), where each person must crawl under low hanging ropes through freshly dropped Bantha droppings. Finally, it's up this sheer rocky cliff (F) to the finish line (G). First team with all members at the finish line wins!

Now, this week is a special reward only challenge. That means the team that wins the challenge wins the reward...but both teams will be going to tribal council this Friday. Mabbitt will still only vote off someone in the Mabbitt tribe and Ooteeni someone in Ooteeni.
Now, want to know what you're playing for?
Has it been a while since any of you have had some decent food? Well, each member of the winning team can request one special traditional meal from their home planet to be made and served to them in a special picnic area we've set up for you. You will also be able to wash it all down with one special drink from their home planet as well. And there will be enough for each of your tribe mates to try and sample your homeworlds cooking. Sounds good?
So if everyone is ready.......Go!

Yoda: The Secret Meeting

-By Yoda as told to his Stupid Intern

Dusk. The lonely silouette of a small hooded figure stands atop a round dune as each of Tatooine's twin suns start to disappear behind opposite horizons. This simultaneous setting of the suns occurs only once every twenty-seven years in this part of Tatooine and is celebrated as holy by the native inhabitants. As the result of this rare cosmic event, the sky becomes an eery maroon color, causing the sand to take on faint shades of red.

The small hooded figure, a Tusken Raider by birth, race, and trade, scans the nearby landscape in nervous anticipation.

A voice calls out from behind him, "Here I am. Call me here, why did you?"

The Tusken Raider spins around to face the voice, blaster in hand. Suddenly, he feels his weapon knocked out of his grasp, not by another's hand, but by some invisible force. He's here, he thinks to himself, his heart racing as he fears this encounter may be his last.

"Where are you?" he asks, attempting to sound as if he's demanding an answer, hoping to conceal his fright.

"Down here," comes the calm reply.

The Tusken Raider looks down to see a the tiny Jedi Master standing before him. All of the legends and stories he had heard about this supposedly mighty warrior had led the Raider to picture him as a tall, muscular figure. He had not imagined him to be barely over two feet tall. "You're Master Yoda?" he asks without thinking.

"Yes, quickly state your business here you must or die soon you will."

The matter-of-fact way in which Yoda says this convinces the Raider that this is no bluff. He can see there is a weariness in this tiny creature's face. A weariness caused by centuries of battles fought, hard living, and enemies smited. Yoda does not appear to be the type who tolerates fools, or those who waste his time.

"Master Yoda, thank you for meeting me. I was afraid if I had met with any of the younger Jedi, I would be quickly slaughtered before I had a chance to speak."

"A wise decision that was. However, though young I am not, impatient I can be. Stated your business, still, you have not."

"It's the Gungan. We have him. It's time you got him back."

"Intimidated by threats I am not..."

"Wait! I'm not here to make threats! We want to return him to you."

A look of panic briefly flashes upon the old Jedi's face. "No! You must not! Uh, I mean... planning on slaughtering you my friends are. Forward to it they are looking. Putting into it much effort and planning they are. Be fair to them it would not if spoil it I did by bringing back the Gungan."

The Tusken doesn't believe his ears. "You don't understand! We can't take him anymore! He won't shut up! We've even tied his hands and feet together with his own tongue, but he still won't shut up! And what's worse, I can never understand a single word he says! He's about to drive us crazy!"

"Hmm. Yes, annoying he can be."

"Then you understand where I'm coming from?"

"Yes, very well I understand."

"Good! Then you'll take him off our hands."

"No, no. Say that I did not."

The Tusken grows exasperated. "But, you've got to take him! Look, we're willing to pay you handsomely to take him back."

Despite the raider's pleas, Yoda seems unmoved. "No. Negotiate with kidnappers, the Republic does not. Our strict policy that is."

The desert bandit tears at his own robe in frustration. "Ok, how about this? If you don't take the Gungan back, he gets it! You understand?!"

Suddenly, the old Jedi's eyes light up. "Really? Uh, I mean, be intimidated we will not!"

"I don't understand! I'm offering to give you your friend back for free!"

"Go now. Over this meeting is," Yoda says as he turns to leave. Then, suddenly, as he's walking down the dune he turns back one last time to face the Tusken. "You know, when shooting a Gungan, aim for the heart you must. Very small their brain is. If for the head you aim, miss it you likely will."

A wave of hopelessness sweeps over the Tusken as he watches the small Jedi Master turn and walk away down the dune, and finally into the encroaching darkness.