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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/12/06 4:30pm Subject: Fates (Post-LotF short story. Solo/Fel. Updated 10/3) - Date Edited: 10/3/06 4:14pm (13 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Bubbles
	Title: Fates Author: Jedi Bubbles Rating: PG Period: post LotF Genre: short story Summary: A meeting of Fels and Solos. Most likely not what you think, unless you know me very, very well or you have read my mind. If the latter is the case, then get out of my mind, spoon bender. If you know where that line came from then you are cool. Notes: It's continued and beta'ed now! Thank you, Sakura! You're a life saver! ---------- Part 1: Meeting of Fates She pushed a strand of dark brown hair from her eyes as she leaned over the datapad. It would have to be cut soon. She couldn’t stand her hair long. The bright, noon sun glared from the center of the sky, the rays were deflected by the datapad’s screen making its contents difficult to read. A noise of frustration escaped from her throat. Abruptly, she stood, grabbed her messenger bag and datapad and whirled round to make her way back into the hangar. There was a large fuss going on, some ambassador or other was arriving. Still, there was no blindingly bright sun to disturb her, so all was well. She settled down on a metal crate in an out of the way area of the hangar. For several moments she watched people go back and forth, amused at how they resembled a decapitated avian-like creature she once saw. What was its name again? Chicky? Chucky? Chucken? Oh well, that wasn’t a problem. With her messenger bag beneath her folded knees, she brought her datapad up and began reading. Time passed quickly, without her noticing. Silence fell across the hangar as unnoticed government officials started to gather to the side. A ship landed and the dignitaries swarmed, flashes indicating that there were a few holo-journalists amongst them. All this went unnoticed by her for she had fallen asleep in her hiding spot. An hour or two later, she awoke when a gonk dropped some luggage. She startled, hand automatically reaching for her lightsaber. When she saw there was no threat, she relaxed and leaned back against the now warmed metal of the crate to rub her eyes. After a few moments of sitting, she deemed herself awake and pulled her messenger bag from beneath her knees. Without the bag beneath them, she could finally stretch out her legs, which creaked in protest to the sudden change of position. A grimace found its way on her face but she ignored the physical discomfort. Besides, it was nothing compared to what her tail bone was feeling from being the focus of her weight for so long. She slid her datapad into the messenger bag before swinging it onto her shoulder and standing. She brought one hand up to straighten her hair while she brought up the other to peer at the chrono on her wrist. A curse escaped her. She was going to be late. Her family was not going to be happy. Or they would tease her about it. Either option was not looking good. She started to jog from her hiding place behind the crates, heading out of the hangar and angling towards the living quarters several kilometers away. There was a crowd up ahead. No doubt because of the visiting dignitary. Another curse escaped her. She was thankful her father was not here. He would most definitely be displeased with her language. Her eyes flicked back and forth across the crowd, trying to find some way around them. Discovering that she was unable to find a path by conventional means, she slowed to a walk, and reached out for the Force. It answered her call, falling over her like a warm blanket. A whisper in the back of her mind directed her to a small curving side road that was unoccupied by security detail. Triumph rose within her. It would add on to her journey home but it would still be quicker than waiting for the dignitary to finish speaking. She started again, at a jog, not fully releasing the Force, as she did so. Instead, she reached out to her parents and felt their slight annoyance, more from her cousin, who appeared to be ravenous, than anyone else. She brushed against their minds and assured them that she would be home soon. That was the basic message at least. She had not achieved the required level of Force control needed for that particular trick yet. A tendril from the Force told her to stop. She did, skidding around the corner and ended up sliding into the person walking from the opposite direction. They both tumbled down in a flurry of arms, legs, and curses. Her hair was in her eyes along with another person’s armpit. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and she shoved the arm away. “Hey! What was that for?” The voice was definitely male, and from the sound of it, he was about her age. “Sorry, I didn’t want to inhale your body odor.” “I don’t have any body odor.” “So you don’t sweat?” “What are you talking about? I meant that I don’t have any now. There’s a difference you know. Also, I would be much obliged if you got the ten gallon bag off my back.” “I would gladly get it off your back if you got off of me.” “Well then, you’ll have to get your bag off of me for me to get off of you.” “Fine,” she agreed. “Fine,” the teenage boy echoed. She dragged her bag off of him and he rolled off her before standing. He reached down a hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted. She was busy for the next several moments with straightening her hair and clothes. When she was finished, the boy gave a stiff bow, straightened, and then held out a hand. She shook his hand, looking at him critically. He had black, short hair styled to appear messy with glass green eyes. His nose appeared to have been broken several times but that only added to the faint reckless look that shone in his eyes detracting nothing from his holostar good looks. He stared down the few inches difference in their height with the same critical expression on his face. Finally, he declared, “Our eyes match.” “No, they don’t,” she countered. “Mine are a darker green. Much darker.” He nodded his acquiesce to her point. “True. I’m Loryn Fel. Friends call me Catch. Which is what you can call me.” “Maeve Solo. People generally call me Maeve. Nice to meet you.” “You, too.” “I think you can stop shaking my hand now.” “Hmm? Oh, right, sorry.” He released her hand but didn’t move on his way. They stood for several moments in an awkward silence. Finally, she pointed to the direction she had previously been heading and said, “I ahh… need to go this way. Umm… bye.” She took a few steps before he caught up with her, running around to block her path. “Wait! Can I come, too? To walk you wherever you’re going? Please?” “Sure,” she answered uncertainly. Had she realized that she would have earned herself a companion for the years to come, she might have shot him down. But as it was, she’s quite content with the way things turned out. Fin Get it? It’s Jaina and Zekk’s daughter with Jag and some other person’s son. See, I thought out the whole Force-sensitive, brown-haired, Fel emperor thing. I need to get a life. Hope you enjoyed it. The story was rather plot less but hopefully that didn’t bother anyone too much. By the way, the title overloaded and broke my cheese meter because 1) I ripped it from “Duel of Fates” and 2) It’s one of the corniest things I’ve ever heard. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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SakuraTsukikage Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 9/12/06 8:35pm Subject: RE: Meeting of Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF one-shot, for now)
	Hey, I liked it! (And I knew where the spoon bender line was from. Does that make me ? I guess it does.) This was really . . . well, cute! I really like Loryn Fel, he sounds like his father, and yet not, not too mention very cute--and I'd be happy to see more. And Maeve sounds like a Solo, but you can see her father's influence, too. Good job! -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. Rebellion Rising-- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26988897&brd=10476
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/13/06 4:58pm Subject: RE: Meeting of Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF one-shot, for now)
	Knowing the spoon bender line definitely makes you cool! I like Loryn, too. I feel so bad for him now. I gave him a girly sounding name! It was hard to make him be like Jag and then not. Loryn's whole personality is a mixture of Jag and his own special-ness. There's an almost distinct separation later on. At least it seems that way to me. Maeve was difficult as well because I was trying not to fuse the Solo and Zekk elements together. The Solo part dominated, though. I have the second part typed up but the third is being evil. It doesn't know who's POV it wants to be in. Hopefully, it will just settle with Zekk and Maeve. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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SakuraTsukikage Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 9/13/06 5:07pm Subject: RE: Meeting of Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF one-shot, for now)
	I'm . Yay! Poor Loryn . Well, you could always call him Ryn for short. That sounds cool. I'm really liking both Loryn and Maeve so far--and if you need a beta or help with anything, just PM me! (I love helping with stories, especially ones like this. It's so fun! ) -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. Rebellion Rising-- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26988897&brd=10476
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/13/06 5:32pm Subject: RE: Meeting of Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF one-shot, for now)
	Ooh, it's what Maeve can call him! You really wouldn't mind beta'ing this? That'd be a huge help! DathomiranAuthor is normally my beta but I think I overwhelmed her on accident. [face_sheepish] Could I send you the second post for you to take a look over? -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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SakuraTsukikage Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 9/13/06 5:44pm Subject: RE: Meeting of Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF one-shot, for now)
	Any time! Go ahead . -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. Rebellion Rising-- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26988897&brd=10476
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/14/06 3:42pm Subject: RE: Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Post LotF short story) - Date Edited: 9/14/06 3:43pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Bubbles
	Thank you, again! Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Wars. I am making no money off of this. ---------- Part 2: Invitation of Fates He kept staring at her. He didn’t know why. He’d seen a lot of beautiful girls. There really was nothing extraordinary about her pretty features. She was slender and tall, with dark brown hair – three or four shades lighter than his own was – cut to just before her shoulders and long bangs that kept mixing with other strands of hair to get into her eyes. Her eyes were green, a lighter green in the middle surround by a corona of darker green. Her face was equally pretty, a narrow face that was softened and shared some of the same definitive looks of her grandmother. But that still didn’t explain why he was drawn to her. Maybe it was because she was a Jedi. She had to be, a lightsaber hung from her belt over the left hip. She probably did some sort of mind trick on him. But that didn’t make any sense. Wouldn’t his mind feel hazy? No, it had to be something else. Quite possibly, he could have inherited his father’s fondness of Jedi. That was most likely the case. Although, he had no evidence to corroborate the inkling, he was very certain that this girl was the daughter of the Jedi woman who his father once loved. That would make an interesting reunion. His eyes drifted over to her again. ---------- Does he know how uncomfortable it is to have someone stare at you? she wondered. Granted, she slid the occasional sly glance his way but it was one thing to glance and another to stare. She felt like pulling a blanket over her head. Was there something wrong with her hair? Oh, what was she thinking? There’s always something wrong with her hair. It never cooperated, grew far too fast, had to be cut too much. “Are you related to Jagged Fel?” “Are you related to Jaina Solo?” They asked their questions at the same time. “Yes,” both answered automatically in unison.” “I’m his son.” “She’s my mother.” “Ah,” both said simultaneously. She kept her mouth stubbornly shut. She was not used to having someone else having the same response as her. Her parents did that every now and then, so did her grandmother and great uncle. But other than that, she had little experience with it. He looked at her again. Self conscious, she felt her hand start to reach up to her hair. She quickly changed its path to scratch her back instead. He was still staring at her. Unable to handle someone’s constant gaze on her, she asked, “So how did you get the nickname Catch?” “It was my first word.” “Your actual first word or the one aside from dada and mama?” “What?” “My parents don’t believe that dada and mama count as first words since every baby says them.” “Oh, it was my actual first word. They have a home holo of me saying it. It sounds more like I’m trying to cough up something but it’s close enough to count.” “Ahh, mine was ‘bad’.” “Very nice. So what’s it like being a Jedi?” “We turn here,” she said before answering his question. “It’s interesting. Why do you ask?” “Curious. Trying to keep the conversation going.” “Ahh.” “Do you live in that building?” He pointed to one of the structures on the horizon. “No, the one next to it with the sloppily painted Rebel Alliance symbol emblazoned on the side.” “Oh-h, I see it. Graffiti? “Yeah, a rather interesting choice, if you ask me.” It was interesting considering that several of her friends in the building had painted it and they were descendents of the Imperial forces. “Very nice color scheme. Neon pink and neon orange go very well together.” She snorted, shaking with quiet laughter. He didn’t seem at all like she expected the child of Jagged Fel and grandson of Baron Soontir Fel to be. He was far too open and relaxed. From what she had seen of Baron Fel and Jagged Fel, they were very militaristic and stood unnaturally straight. But then again, all military people could stand unnaturally straight, she mused. Her mother had done it several times. It made her back ache to think of it. She wouldn’t be able to keep that position for long. She had to move. “What are you doing on planet?” she heard herself ask. The question had been bothering her since she learned his name but had never really meant to ask it. “My dad’s coming to do some diplomatic visits or something. I never really paid attention. I view this as a vacation.” From the corner of her eye, she saw him bring his hands up and lock them behind his head. “I can’t wait to hit the beaches.” “I’ll be the first one to tell you that Mon Calamari water is cold.” “My dad already told me that. But there are some warm places. Mom plans on taking us to one of those.” “Nice, well this is my stop.” “Oh right.” They stood there for several moments in an awkward silence. She noticed several scuffs that she’d have to polish out of her boots. She also noticed that his boots could use a good spit-shine as well. When the silence grew too much, she finally asked, “Would you like to come in? We can feed you before sending you on your way.” “Thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” His stopped talking for several moments although she could feel that he was on the verge of saying something. He Force presence radiated his embarrassment, the source of his hesitation. “Err… I don’t quite recall where the ahh… hotel that my family and I are staying is.” “We can take you back,” she offered. Was that what made him so uncomfortable? “No need for that, if you can just give me the directions then I’ll leave as soon as I get my fill.” “That would be rude for both parties. Eat, and then wait for my mom or dad to take you there. It won’t be any trouble.” She looked up from her boots, her hands moving to her hips, staring at him with the no nonsense look that quelled nearly all the males in her family. He was no different, conceding immediately to her will with a sharp nod, wisely giving up the fight. With a satisfied nod, she turned and punched in the access code for the apartment building and led him across the lobby to the turbolifts. She pressed the twelfth floor button, the trip to the previously mentioned floor going in silence. When they were halfway down the hallway to her family’s home, various greetings were broadcasted to her. Some were irritated, some were amused. Others were just hungry. A smile crept on her face the closer she grew. In response, she sent silent apologies to her family for making them wait. She gestured for Loryn to walk faster. He kept up with her easily, his eyes still drifting over to her every few steps. Again, her hand rose to her hair, but this time she did not stop it from ruffling the strands a bit. For the second time that day, she noted that it would need to be cut soon. She rounded the corner sharply, stopping at the door to the immediate left of her. Loryn rounded a moment later, and slightly jostled her from his abrupt stop. The door slid open before her hand even rose to the keypad. It revealed her smirking younger sister, Ailis, with her arms crossed over her chest, mirroring their mother. “You’re in trouble. Who’s he?” “This is Loryn Fel, Ailis. I met him on my way home. He’s the reason I was late.” “Am not.” She tugged him inside her home, ignoring the prattle of her younger sister, and turned to face her family. TBC Well, do you like this one? No? Yes? Want more or should I leave it? -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/15/06 9:11pm Subject: RE: Fates (A meeting of Solos and Fels. Not what you think. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. updated 9/14)
	Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Wars. At all. No posts for a bit since the third is making me mad. ---------- Interlude: Fathers’ Flashback of Fates He stared at his daughter. She was growing up too fast for his liking. It seemed only yesterday that he was scared of dropping her. Oh wait, that was yesterday. And every other day from the time his daughter was born. Zekk deftly caught his waddle-running one year old daughter around the waist without looking away from the smash ball game and placed the little girl in his lap. He tickled her stomach and listened to her laughter like a man dying of thirst. He loved every infantile noise that came from that child’s mouth. After playing in his lap for several moments, the little girl yawned and buried her face in the crook of his left arm. The game forgotten he looked at the child tiredly patting his arm. One pudgy hand had a firm grip on his sleeve and the other quit its patting, moving to rub one bright, emerald-blue eye. Jaina assured him that nearly all infants had blue eyes at first, gradually changing to they color they were meant to be over time. He remembered the first time he saw a hint of green in her eyes. He nearly dropped her from surprise. Fortunately, Maeve had a great sense of humor and saw her sudden plummet and her father’s quick rescue as a game. In a way, he was disappointed that Maeve’s eyes didn’t take on Jaina’s shade of brandy brown but was inexplicably proud that his genes had overrun the Solo ones at the same time. In fact, Maeve seemed to resemble him the most. Her dark hair was barely a few shades lighter than his own, and although her features still held baby fat, they looked more like his than Jaina’s. Those eyes were fixed on his and mumbled something in her private language. Fatigue was rolling off of her through the Force. Zekk gently reached out with the Force to brush his daughter’s mind and nudged it towards sleep. Instinctively, Maeve’s mind pushed back, causing a warm smile to tug on Zekk’s mouth. Still, his daughter’s eyes slowly shut, the grip on his sleeve gradually slackening. He shifted her so he was cradling her in a better position, brushed her mind once more and returned his attention back to the game. Two and a half hours later, the game was over, Zekk was channel surfing, with his daughter still resting in the crook of his arm, and cutting off all circulation to the limb. His wife’s mind brushed against his from the entrance of the Jedi temple. He nudged her back and resumed his channel surfing. He paused at the beginning credits of a recent holodrama set under the time of the Empire called Here’s Looking at You. Slouching, he settled further in the squishy, secondhand couch to watch. Maeve made a quiet noise and unconsciously brushed her mind against his but otherwise did not react. Barely ten minutes into the movie, he felt his other half on the opposite side of their front door. A moment later, it whizzed open and she walked in. Zekk pressed a finger against his lips, glancing pointedly at their daughter. Jaina shot him a smile and crept over, placing her bag and cloak on a chair before walking over to sit gently down on the couch next to him. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I should have known you’d have her asleep before I got home.” Zekk tilted his head to the right, knowing Jaina could clearly sense what he wanted. With a soft laugh, she shifted and leaned around to kiss him on the mouth. Both reached out to each other through the Force. “Bad-ma! Bad-da! Up!” Jaina broke away, grinning at the now wide awake one-year-old. Now that the attention was focused on her again, the infant pushed herself of her father’s arm and held out two pudgy arms to her mother. “Up!” she demanded again. Jaina laughed, giving into her daughters orders. Then, she resituated herself to be under Zekk’s arm, pressed up against him, with Maeve stomping on both of their laps. The three played well into the night before deciding to go to sleep. ---------- (Csilla, approximately one year and three months later) His son stubbornly crawled over to the table. With practiced ease, he pulled himself up, keeping his hand firmly placed on the table. He banged on it with one hand, cheering and giving himself fanfare. Then, he took several waddling steps. Upon reaching the edge of the table, he gave himself more fanfare before releasing the edge. He wobbled and took several shaky steps before falling flat on his bottom. A pout crossed his face as the infant glared accusingly at the table. Then, he started to crawl towards it to begin the whole process again. Jagged Fel shook his head at his son’s stubbornness, secretly feeling pride at his son’s tenacity. The boy had been trying to walk towards him for the better part of an hour, refusing to crawl. Loryn Fel, his third child and third son, was nearly one season old. He lacked the mobility and wide vocabulary that his older brothers had at his age but what he did know he put to good use. His single word vocabulary of “catch” was repeated for everything and he was quite agile on all fours. Jag had a hard time keeping track of Loryn this way so he dreaded the day the boy would learn how to walk. Like his eldest brother and father, Loryn had black hair and green eyes. Loryn’s eyes were glassier and had changed much earlier from baby blue than his brother Vanid’s had. According to his mother, Loryn looked far more Antilles than Fel. His wife, Asori, agreed with her. If he squinted then Jag could see that Loryn’s face was narrower and his jaw was not as pronounced. So maybe he did take more after the Antilles side in looks. He turned away from his son to go back to reading his latest report about the political situation in the Galactic Alliance. In the background, he heard Loryn chanting “catch” to himself. A moment later, a hand clutched his trouser leg accompanied by a very stern order of “catch!”. Without moving his eyes from his datapad, he reached down and placed Loryn on his lap. The screen of his datapad fizzled and the error sign flashed on the screen. Jag sighed and stared down at his son, who stared up innocently with the datacard that Jag had been reading in his mouth. With another sigh, Jag held out his hand. Loryn brought his other hand up and slapped his palm against Jag’s. A smile tugged on the corners of Jag’s mouth. This time, when he held out his hand, he said patiently, “Loryn, please give that to me. I know you’re teething but that’s no reason to keep me from working.” Loryn’s response was to babble incoherently around the datacard. “All right, Loryn, I’ll make a compromise with you. You give me that datacard and I will sit and watch every single holodrama we have with you.” The eleven-month-old’s eyes widened almost as if he understood. Most likely, Loryn recognized the bargaining tone of voice, Jag mused. He probably expected that he was getting a cookie. Jag reached out and gently removed the datacard from his son’s hand. With some tricky shifting, he managed to get a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped the datacard and his son’s hand. He lifted his son and carried him over to the holodrama shelf, shifting Loryn to allow him to see it. A fist shot out and knocked one of the cases off the shelf. Jag was barely able to catch it before it hit the floor. He chuckled and replaced the film. “This movie is a little too advanced for you. How about this one?” Loryn patted the box and made an approving sound. Another laugh escaped him and Jag moved to the holoplayer. Before he could insert the disk there was the sound of the door whizzing open, shouting, and the stomping to clear away snow. His other two sons and wife came into the living room, all red-cheeked from the cold. Asori frowned and chided, “Jag, if you don’t stop carrying him everywhere, Loryn will never walk. And were you going to allow him to watch that holo? It’s so violent.” Jag shrugged and allowed himself to be bombarded by the rest of his family, punctuated by several shouts of “catch!”. End of Interlude Well, that was rather pointless, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/16/06 10:40pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	I hate upping my own work. It's depressing. Now I feel like Marvin from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Nevermind, depressed moment ended. I just laughed. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/18/06 4:04pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	I can't recall if anything else that I've written has fallen faster than this. I don't know if I should be amused or dismayed. Hey, vocab word! What? It's easy vocab week. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 9/18/06 7:41pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	Finally caught up on this! Well, It's adorable! You've developed a real knack for dialogue and humor, Bubbles. Keep going. -----signature----- "Oh," the other clerk said, as if it was nothing new, "You got one of the kid's drawings." http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/21158399 - Mechanical Dreams Apprentice to Zonoma "I'd take a Yuuzhan Vong Warrior over Jacen Solo any day."
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/19/06 3:41pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	Thank you! Humor is what I technically do and I can't seem to write anything without it. I probably will keep going. Ideas are rolling in for this one. -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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SakuraTsukikage Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 9/19/06 4:04pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	I really am loving this fic. Both of them are adorable. -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. Rebellion Rising-- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26988897&brd=10476
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JainaEnnth Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 9/19/06 5:00pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	Wonderful chapters! I really like this fic. -----signature----- Irish and force sensitive... damn I'm lucky.
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Jedi_Bubbles Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/19/06 5:42pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	Sakura_Tsukikage: You're a lifesaver, when it comes to this! Thank you! JainaEnnth: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Wizard name, by the way. Here's another chapter. Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Wars and I never will. Feeling a bit depressed about that. Oh well, here’s your chapter. ---------- Part 3: Lament of Fates With a growing dismay, Zekk watched out of the corner of his eye as his daughter dragged in a young man. The young man had black hair that was styled to give the illusion that he had spent no time on it, when he most likely occupied the refresher unit for thirty minutes for just his hair. His eyes were a pale, glassy green. The young man’s face struck a cord of familiarity in him. But that could be Jaina’s emotion. It was difficult to figure out what belongs to who when one felt a strong desire to sulk in a corner. Despite the familiarity and the boy’s appearance – it was a long standing joke between Jaina and Zekk that their children would only be happy with partners who had dark hair with green or brown eyes – neither were the source of Zekk’s growing dread. It was in the young man’s eyes. The look his daughter was unknowingly receiving was like a dagger to his heart. The look harkened to the one he frequently regarded with his wife. It was one of undying love, a bantha-eyed look if there ever was one. And with that look, Zekk knew he was going to lose his daughter to this young man. It was no Force or pessimistic paternal premonition. He knew from the look. Through their bond, Jaina gave him the Force equivalent of a “lighten up!” before excusing herself to the kitchen to reheat the meal. Ben approached him from behind – visiting for an unknown amount of time – and clapped him on the shoulder. His cousin-in-law tried and failed to cheer him up. “Don’t worry about it, Zekk. There’s still Ailis. And at least Maeve didn’t bring home any pod racers like she threatened to do.” Then, Ben walked over to the pair, still being assaulted by a relentless Ailis, and noogied Maeve while introducing himself to their guest. A few minutes later, Maeve came over to Zekk, the boy trailing behind her hesitantly. Having a strange feeling of detachment, Zekk hugged his daughter and mumbled the usual greetings. The boy snapped a quick bow to him once he was done speaking with Maeve. Again, familiarity struck, but he still could not place the boy. “Hello, sir, I am Loryn Fel.” Fel. Fel. Fel. Wait, as in Jagged Fel? His wife’s ex-boyfriend? The ex-boyfriend that had Zekk never hoped to see again to avoid any awkwardness? As in that Fel family? “I’m Zekk. By any chance, are you related to Jagged Fel?” he asked while shaking the young man’s hand. “Yes, he’s my father. I would like to apologize for imposing on you and your family, sir,” Loryn began. “It’s Zekk,” he interrupted. “Just Zekk. And think nothing of it.” His daughter was going to marry the son of his wife’s ex-boyfriend. That was going to be one uncomfortable wedding. He still felt the almost overpowering urge to sit in a corner and sulk at how life threw unexpected curves. From the kitchen, he could feel Jaina’s amusement at his reaction. She was far too happy with this situation. It was almost as if she thought it was funny for him to be this uncomfortable. With that, he excused himself of the others and made his way into the kitchen. Once he was there, he efficiently made a nuisance of himself by getting in her way, holding her back, putting bowls where she couldn’t reach, etc. The idea of being a nuisance progressed on to an agreeable activity for both them. ---------- She stared at her father’s back as he made his way into the kitchen. Was it just her or did he feel a bit like a man approaching his doom? With a shake of her head, she physically shook off the idea. There was nothing for him to feel doomed about. If there were, then every Jedi would have felt it. She grabbed Loryn’s arm and pulled him to the couches, where she shoved him down next to Ben before sitting next to her sister. Her boots clattered to the floor as she made herself comfortable, tucking her feet beneath her. Loryn sat stiffly, his back much straighter than it had been while he was standing. His eyes flicked around the room nervously. She briefly wondered if she had made a mistake. After all, he most likely has never been away from Chiss space. Also, according to her mother, there were few humans in Chiss space so that too could have added to his discomfort. In an effort to put him at ease, Ben turned to Loryn and gave him a friendly smile. “So, young Fel, what are you doing so far from Chiss space?” “My father is attending some diplomatic affair, here, and my mother thought it provided a good vacation for the rest of us, Master Skywalker,” Loryn answered politely. He was staring at her again. Her hand crept up to surreptitiously ruffle her hair. Ben spotted the action, shooting her a laughing grin and a wink. She made a mental note to beat his prized high score on The Path of a Jedi. “If you want to give me a title, then it would be Knight Skywalker. But I’d prefer it if you would just call me Ben. Loosen up a little, too. You’re acting like we’re going to throw you to the krakana any minute,” Ben said with a smirk. “Now, I can’t speak for Jaina, but I assure you, the rest of us are relatively harmless.” Loryn sighed, his shoulders sagging in relief. She hadn’t even noticed he was that tense. A grin that made a fuzzy feeling in her stomach spread across his face. He rubbed the heel of one military grade boot against the toe of the other as he said, “That sounds about right from what I’ve heard. Oh, you guys can call me Catch.” “So, Catch, how old are you?” Ailis asked. With a frown, she noticed her twelve year old sister was giving Loryn a look normally reserved for her poster of the Jumping Womp Rats’ lead singer. She would need to make sure her younger sister didn’t try anything foolish. “I have nearly reached my seventeenth lifeday,” Loryn answered. Why was he addressing the answer to her? It was her sister’s question. “What about you, Maeve? How many seasons do you have under your belt?” “I’m seventeen.” She suddenly noticed that the house was short one occupant. Turning slightly towards Ben, she asked, “Where’s Han?” “He’s staying at a friend’s tonight,” her cousin answered. When she glanced over at him, she noticed that he was staring at her again, with a slight frown on his face. “Isn’t Han Solo your grandfather?” A small chuckle escaped her. “He’s also Ailis’s twin brother.” “What? How does that work?” He was rather cute in a childlike way with that confused expression. She felt Ben and Ailis’s laughter. “It works because Han is named after my grandfather Han Solo.” “Oh. I knew that.” She laughed, ignoring mock-wounded look on Loryn’s face. “Well, Catch, I think you picked a good night to impose on our dinner. Han is gone, so that leaves his portion of the food to you and it’s leftover night! So, I will go and see what is taking dinner so long. The service here is horrible.” Her cousin stood and walked towards the kitchen. She opened her mouth to yell a retort, but then Ben’s voice came loudly from the kitchen, “Well, no wonder service is horrible. The kitchen staff is making out. Honestly! We have a dinner guest! Think how embarrassed poor Maeve is to have her parents well on their way to making another Solo when she brought home a male friend.” Immediately, she ducked behind her sister, groaning in humiliation. Warmth spread up her neck and she knew that her face was becoming dotted by splotches of red. Her sister patted her back comfortingly, but she knew that Ailis wanted to hide as well. But at least her sister didn’t have the embarrassment of Ben’s implications. Loryn was going to think she liked him, or worse, her parents were going to think she liked, mention it at the next family reunion, and then there would be teasing galore. She’d also have to go through her grandfather’s rather angry speech on how boys are no good, using himself as an example. It would be even worse if there were family friends, like the last one. She shuddered at the thought of Wes Jansen being present. It had only happened twice but that was enough for her. On the other couch, she heard something that sounded suspiciously like choked back laughter. She reached out with the Force and felt amusement pouring off of him. She nudged his mind, remembering a second later that he would barely feel the telekinetic push. In a new tactic, she nudged her cousin and used the Force to toss a throw pillow at Loryn. From his laughing yell of “Not the hair!” she knew she hit her target. ---------- Dinner was a surprisingly smooth affair. Aside from the large shock the Solos/Skywalker received when finding out that Loryn did not intend to follow “the family business” of military service. Instead, he was going to go into acting. He applied to several schools outside of the Chiss space, one of them that had answered was the Ackbar School of Performing Arts. He said that he was leaning more towards that one. She wondered why he was staring at her when he said that, but dismissed it in favor for getting more dessert. Although he was nearly being grilled by her curious family for most of the meal, the times when he was not answering a question, Loryn mainly pushed his food around the plate. He later admitted that he wasn’t used to such food. Somewhere around her third serving of chocolate pudding, his comlink went off, nearly sending Loryn through the roof. With a sheepish smile, he excused himself and made his way back to the living room. His voice was a low murmur, but if she concentrated then she could make out certain words. She felt a twinge of guilt at eavesdropping but knowing that the rest of her family was doing the same and only pretending to have a conversation made her feel better. She knew this because her parents and cousin were murmuring about three unrelated topics to each other. The conversation resumed in full when Loryn walked back into the dining area with a hand over his comlink. “Ahh. . . Jaina, Zekk?” Her parents had insisted the use of first names only, which he was clearly uncomfortable with. “Would it be all right if my family came to pick me up? I got lost when I went for a walk and couldn’t find my way back to the hotel.” “Is that how you met Maeve?” her mother asked. “Yes, I ran into her.” “So she found you while you were lost?” her mother persisted. “If you want to put it that way, then yes.” Her parents had strange reactions to this answer. Her father felt almost fatalistic while her mother was nearly the opposite. A strange gleam reflected in Jaina’s eyes and the smirk on her face was nearly triumphant. Before anyone else at the table could question them, Jaina said, “Sure, that’s fine. Your family is welcome to come here and pick you up. It’ll be a reunion of sorts.” ---------- It was fate. His daughter found Loryn in a similar situation in how he had met Jaina. He found her, Maeve found the Fel boy. He knew it before, his wife’s jab rather painful jab through the Force was unnecessary. There was nothing he could do to prevent it. Even if he tried, fate would happen somehow. By the time the other Fels arrived, Zekk had resigned himself to the inevitable. He shook hands with them, smiling, making nice. A rock settled into his stomach as he watched Loryn say good-bye to Maeve. The boy held one of the most bantha-eyed expressions he had ever seen; his daughter seemed almost indifferent in comparison. Someday that would change. He hated that someday. TBC There'll be more soon. I have a half day tomorrow. Yay! -----signature----- Maybe if you were as cool as me you'd like Zekk too. "Nothing more fun than irritated grizzly bear." - Twilight by Stephenie Meyer "Fates" (post LotF short story) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24995511&brd=10
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SakuraTsukikage Registered: Oct '05	Date Posted: 9/19/06 5:50pm Subject: RE: Fates (Post-LotF short story. J/Z, Jag/OC, OC/OC. Updated 9/15)
	You're very welcome! No problem! I'm so in love with Loryn. He's one of the cutest OCs ever. Loryn sighed, his shoulders sagging in relief. She hadn’t even noticed he was that tense. A grin that made a fuzzy feeling in her stomach spread across his face. He rubbed the heel of one military grade boot against the toe of the other as he said, “That sounds about right from what I’ve heard. Oh, you guys can call me Catch.” So cute! Great combination of Jag and his own sort of personality. -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. Rebellion Rising-- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26988897&brd=10476
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