Very short Star Wars story with Nuns (weird I know) and secret agents.
The Nuns whispered to each other as they waited for the midnight mass. They wondered why no one else was there with them. Not even the high priest had entered the main room. Well, then again, he couldn’t have entered the room because he had been bound, gagged, and tied to his desk. But the sisters did not know that.
The people that did this to him wore black, one was female, she had brilliantly red hair, the other was male and had spiky black hair. As the nuns waited they also wondered why their new chairs had seat belts. Nobody bothered to fasten themselves in until two special investigators of the Imperial government ran in and ordered them to do so.
As soon as the belts were fastened the chairs lifted into the air. Looking to the agents much like a flock of seagulls. The now frightened and hysterical nuns looked down upon the agents. One of them had red hair and the other had black.
“Those hover- chairs sure do work,” one of the agents yelled over the nun’s wails and screams.
“I wonder how far they’ll go,” asked the other.
Sisters Bartholomew, Doyle, and Fletcher ended up in Corellia’s lake country where they gave up their oaths to the church in favor of partying on the beautiful white sand beaches.
Sister Rose died as her chair crashed through the largest stained glass window in the Abbey. The paramedics continue to look for pieces of her body that currently remain missing.
The fifth one ended up in Centerpoint station, her identity remains unknown.
The last sisters Skywalker and Solo were known Republic spies. What they were doing dressed up as nuns in the First National Abbey of Corellia is uncertain at the moment. But investigators from the five-oh-first persist in searching for the answers. Although none of the agents investigating had either red or black hair.
The Imperial government’s plan had been a great success, they had just come up with a new weapon for eradicating enemies. As had been proven by the disapearance of the two Jedi that had been spying on them. The lives of the nuns that were lost didn’t matter to them. All that counted was that their greatest threat could now be eliminated. All their enemies needed to do was sit down and they would be done for. The only problem being how to go about installing these chairs in the Republic senators offices, without the senators noticing.
The red and black haired agents were never seen or heard from again, they never reported back to the Imperial headquarters.