This is a little oneshot I wanted to write. I was bored, was supposed to be cleaning my room, and so on. Please enjoy…it helped me waste a good chunk of time. I do not own the characters or the game, so, Read Review and Enjoy! And yes, I do like socks.

It was bright, cold, wet, musty, uncomfortable, smelly, and dirty when I woke up on that wonderful morning. I could feel the presence of my companions as I sat up and slipped out of my bunk. Looking around, data pads, robes, vibro blades, blasters, light sabers, droid parts, pazaak cards, and socks appeared scattered all over the floor in this room. Not only this room, but leading out into the hallway and clearly spreading to the other rooms as well.

In short, the Ebon Hawk was full of useless crap.

I rummaged around on the floor for a while, looking for a clean pair of robes and some matching socks. After finding both, I carefully walked out of the room, hoping I would not fall over, land on a light saber and end up with it sticking out my stomach. Pleasant thought. I winced as the thought occurred to me. That's every Jedi's dream, get killed with a loose light saber in their own ship.

"Excuse me guys, but this place is a Kath hound breeding area." I yelled loud enough for people in all rooms of the ship to hear me as I stepped into the main hold. G0-T0 was…watching me…I guess. He can't really watch people, but anyway…enough on that.

"Sorry Lisa, I can't hear you! Mama Kath is giving birth in here!" Atton's voice was coated in snickers (not the candy) as he called to me from the cockpit.

I walked into the room, only to find him polishing his steering controls. The room was clean, probably one of the only clean rooms in the ship. "Wow. Atton, why is it so clean in here?"

"Is it not allowed to be clean? You know Mama Kath; she likes to go into labor in a clean room." He smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pazaak deck. "Want to play?"

"No, we need to make this room the ship."

"Err, what? I don't want that stupid blonde kid in here, not to mention those trash compacters."

"Atton, shut-up. That's not what I meant. We need to make this cleanness happen everywhere."

"Oh! We are going to need at least 1 standard week, with the amount of mess you people have made. And, once it's clean, I'll be using a whip to make sure it stays that way." He laughed, and I did too.

"Atton, you can't whip people." I managed to say the words without them jumbling up from my laughter.

"I won't whip people, just urchins and droids."

"We don't have any urchins." I had finally stopped laughing, but the smile was still clear across my face.

"Fine, no urchins. Just Mical." He laughed again as he stepped forward.

"Atton, you can't whip Mical." I pushed him as I stepped behind him.

After gathering the other up and filling them in, we all trudged off to work. The next week was blurry, but the ship eventually got cleaned. The next week, Mical accidentally left his data pad out in the main hold. And it turned out; Atton had bought a whip while he was out buying cleaning products. It also turned out that the material that the whip was made of was something Mical was allergic to. I think you can imagine the rest, but let me leave you with this; Mical ended up with a rather large red rash covering a good 50 of his body. Atton went a little over-board with the whipping…