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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 9/30/01 7:04pm Subject: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	This is my first fanfic, so if you have comments or feedback, please post! My computer just crashed [seems like it happens to all the fanfic writers] and I lost my copy of TFN's timeline. If I'm off a couple years, I'll just say it's AU. Oh, and if Jedi Knight II has the same plot or timeframe, let me know. I'm not sure if I'm treading on uncharted ground or pavement. Thanks, Samuel --------------------------------------------- Timeframe - slightly before Vector Prime to post-NJO Focus - Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors Summary - Kyle and Jan Katarn have given up their cavalier past and have quietly retired, but the Force will not let them age gracefully; instead, they are caught up in another titanic battle for the galaxy's soul. Spoilers - New Jedi Order Legal Mumbo Jumbo - I don't own these characters, I didn't create these characters, and all events and situations are the flights of fancy from the author's imagination. --------------------------------------------- ONE Night had fallen on the farm, and Kyle Katarn checked his datapad for the fifteenth time that evening, then casually tossed it back onto the table. He yawned loudly and sat at the foot of the bed, allowing himself a small smile. This is how it should have been, all those years ago, he thought. I never was a soldier, or a Jedi. I'm just a farmer, and a pretty good one too, if these crop prices stay the same for the next two weeks. Resisting the urge to sleep, Kyle gently stood up, so as not to wake his wife, and walked towards the other bedroom in the house. My son, he thought, only a week away from the start of his schooling. Alex has so much potential, it amazes me sometimes. As if in response to Kyle's thoughts, a sleeping Alex woke up and replied - "I know, dad." A somewhat-surprised Kyle patted his son on the head and watched him go to sleep. Katarn fell into his bed and his consiousness floated out of his body and out of his house - away... ...To a great multitude of dark, foreboding ships, a bloodthirsty army of hideously scarred humanoids, and a white robed old man who seemed familiar. Rahn? This was impossible. Would the Force never let him rest? Kyle started to pinch himself as Rahn began to speak. "Kyle...it is good to see you again, but the Force seldom rewards those who deny their destiny." "But I just wanted to-" "Listen! A great evil congregates and marshals its fleets for a conflict greater than anything this universe has ever known." "And just what am I, Kyle Katarn, ex-Jedi Knight, to do about this? I'd rather raise my kid and if this evil really comes around, I'll let other people, like Skywalker and his Jedi take care of it. If they fail, then I'll run from this 'great evil' as fast as I can." "Have you learned nothing, Kyle? This evil knows no bounds, and soon there will be nowhere to run! Come with me or resist me, but there will be no retreat from your destiny." Rahn extended his hand and Kyle took it, then felt the Force return to him after all those years resisting its power. It flowed around him again, and he floated through the darkness of space to join Qu Rahn, who was already moving towards the dark ship, when suddenly his resolve faltered, he turned away from Rahn, and then... ...Kyle Katarn awoke in a cover of nervous, cold sweat, and the Force was not with him. Just a dream, he kept repeating as he tried to calm himself. But a convincing dream, none the less. He shuddered at Rahn's prophecy, but assured himself it was some vestige of the Dark Side that was tempting him. It was a dream and nothing else, he reasoned. This life, with Jan and Alex, was his reality, and thank goodness for that. He shook off his uneasiness, snuggled closer to Jan, and fell into a dreamless sleep. Qu Rahn shook his head. His student had turned his back on destiny yet again, and the Force was running out of patience and chances for Katarn to reconsider. "Always in motion the future is," a voice to the side of him said. "Indeed." Kyle's destiny was clouded, and Rahn and his diminutive companion continued to walk across the stars and ponder the man who held the fate of the universe in his unwilling hands. --------------------------------------------- So, is this worth another post?
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 9/30/01 7:32pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Ohhhhhh, Kyle and Jan There's a couple you don't see many stories about More please! -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/1/01 5:13pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Artemis_Silverbow, this should end the prologue... --------------------------------------------- TWO My goodness, thought Kyle, Alex is smart. At two, he was talking, and the morning after his vision, Jan introduced Alex to coloring. The boy had already developed amazing skill for it that neither his parents had seen in such a child so young, or even ten years older than that. That's what my kid will become, thought Kyle. Not a farmer like his dad or a mechanic like his mom. An artist. Force-sensitive your child is, Jedi, a voice in his head began. But cloudy your futures are if resisting your destinies you attempt, hmmm...? Kyle let this other voice continue; he instantly dismissed it as another one of the Dark Side's temptations to use his powers again. He turned his attention to navigating his convoy of harvested grain across the old-style pavement rodes crossing the vast prarie. Yes, this was how it should be - Kyle and Jan Katarn, a hardworking couple raising an intelligent son. He stroked Jan's hand affectionately. "It's good that crop prices came up after dropping so much last week. We'll have a nice profit to show for this season." Kyle began to think of all the creature comfort's he could purchase... "Daddy, you're green today," remarked a voice between Kyle and Jan. "Not like last week, where you were blue, or yesterday, when you looked red and Mommy looked pink." Kyle and Jan looked at Alex with surprise, then at each other with embarassment. The Katarn's and their convoy continued over a hill, where a small city beckoned to them. --------------------------------------------- Rex Lah was a short, secretive man who ran Lah's Distribution, Inc. and bought the Katarn's harvest every year. As soon as the Katarns entered the dingy office that housed Lah's Distribution, they could tell that Lah had fallen on hard times. The office was dusty and filthy - weird bugs crawled around, the plants hadn't been watered...it just wasn't the same old place, and it gave Kyle the impression that Lah was planning on moving soon. That didn't matter if he still pays us the government-mandated price, Kyle thought. "Forty-thousand, forty-five thousand, fifty thousand. Fifty thousand credits." Kyle's heart could scarcely contain its excitement. Fifty thousand credits! With that, he could build the grandest house on the planet, or even buy a fourth of the pastoral planet. "Thank you and good night, Mr. Lah, it's always a pleasure doing business with you." "Always ready, citizen Katarn. I must say that you've had quite a prosperous year." "It's all because of that new XG-88 crop fertilizer - now that is a work of art." Fifty thousand credits richer, the Katarns quickly left Lah's business. "Mommy, Mr. Lah is just gray. He doesn't have a color, which is kinda funny 'cause everyone has a color and sometimes it changes between days and..." Jan quickly recognized Alex's talking as gibberish, and hurried him into the Katarn's landspeeder, which headed up the convoy on its journey home. --------------------------------------------- Rexan Lah tugged at his ooglith masquer as it peeled off his true disfigured face. Pathetic infidels, continuing to blaspheme and profit through the technology of weakness. It was of no matter, though, because soon that would all change. He stroked the villip at his side; the infidel child had been playing with it. "I am ready, Warmaster." This time among the infidels should merit more scarring, he decided. --------------------------------------------- The two figures rested for a moment, not because they were weary but because this was where they were to stop. Sernpidal. An strange place, to be sure, but a place that would be remembered forever. They looked out towards the galactic core, so far away, and then towards the worldships, only days away. The pair drew themselves into meditative positions, and sat looking towards the worldships. "Begins here, it does. Tested shall our students be." "Only if he chooses to follow his destiny." "Foolish you are, Master Rahn. Think you that destiny is chosen, yes? So likewise his choices are not his own, but the will of the Force." The pair meditated, watching the darkness swell before them. --------------------------------------------- That's it for the prologue; hope that sets up Part One okay. Please post your comments! Samuel
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 10/1/01 5:27pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	I didn't even realize there was a prologue. Shows what I know Somehow, I don't think little Alex is really talking about colors when he says those things The Katarns are on Serpindal? [face_shocked] This could get ugly in hurry. -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/2/01 3:08pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Artemis_Silverbow, I sorta changed things around so the story could be arranged easier. The action starts now. P.S.: In I, Jedi, Stackpole says that Jedi cannot dream - for simplicity, Kyle isn't a Jedi. --------------------------------------------- Part One: Descent It was in the depths of Sernpidal's night, and Kyle Katarn began to see visions of tyranny long past. One minute, he was a Massassi slave, working day and night on Exar Kun's obsidian pyramid. The next, a Nubian imprisoned in the merciless concentration camps of the Trade Federation. Last, a Jedi in the Order's last days - a fugitive, hunted across the galaxy by Palpatine's ruthless Jedi hunters and an evil Sith lord. The Force's visions ceased for a moment, and then passed Kyle by in a blur of color. When next Kyle could recognize where he was, a robed old man of about fifty-or-so years faced him. He looked strangely familiar, much like... "Skywalker, the man that killed off all the Jedi. Murderer!" With that, Kyle ignited his saber and began his blistering attack. Anakin brought his blade up just in time and parried Katarn's next series of blows. He avoided a lunge that would have cauterized his midsection and prepared to counterattack, until Anakin remembered where he was. You silly old man, he thought, the Force brought you here to deliver a message. You will not be harmed. Skywalker's blade collapsed, and he threw it aside. "Would you ask for mercy, murderer?" Kyle was bathed in rage again - determined to slay the man who had thrown the galaxy into a pit that it had not come out of yet. He caught Anakin's lightsaber on his blade and it melted into nothingness. He lunged towards the murderer, biseted his torso... ...and found that nothing happened. Anakin simply sat there with a bemused expression, then began to lecture. "Kyle Katarn. The Force is with you - and your family. You have learned much and could teach much, but you refuse to use your power." Another spirit appeared and it, too started talking. "Yes, yes! The Chosen One, the truth he speaks! Decadent you are, Jedi, if Jedi you call yourself. Hmmph." The spirit turned to Skywalker. "For some time I have watched this one. Always forsaking the will of the Force for his own comfort. Useless, I judge him, and full of fear. Fear of falling to the Dark Side he has. Need that, we do not." "Jedi Katarn, a warning and a choice do I bring. Evil gathers here, and strike it will, very soon. If Jedi you consider yourself, your family you shall take and the darkness you shall fight. If not, then the Force has no further use for you and it is here, at Sernpidal, shall you and those you love perish." The diminutive shade vanished, and Anakin Skywalker finished his lecture - "The Force will be with you if you make the right choice. I have confidence in you. An opportunity for redemption was given to me also. Use your chance at redemption properly." The vision faded from his mind, and Kyle went to sleep and continued to dream of tyranny long past. --------------------------------------------- "Do you think it will be enough to sway him, master?" "I know not, for to him, three of us have come and tried to persuade." "And if he refuses?" "Perhaps there is another." --------------------------------------------- Several hours before sunrise, Kyle Katarn sat up in bed, recalling the vision and the strange creature's warning. The Force would be with him if he followed the right path. He never liked Sernpidal anyway. Kyle woke up Alex and Jan, and, without preamble, made the Force rejoice again. "Jan, Alex, we're leaving, and we have to get going real soon." He never liked Sernpidal anyway. --------------------------------------------- Again, please post if you're reading or if you have comments! Samuel
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 10/2/01 4:50pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	I've read "I, Jedi" a couple times, but I don't remember Stackpole saying that And who made him the expert anyway? Techincally, I'd say Kyle had a vision, which is usually considered different than a dream. Whatever it was, I'm glad he had the sense to pay attention. The question is, where will the Katarns go now? -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/2/01 8:08pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Whoops about not being clear on the vision bit. Kyle was dreaming about the Massassi/Naboo/Empire and then had a vision. Perhaps the Katarns will run into some more familiar characters Samuel
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 10/3/01 3:00am Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	"Perhaps there is another." I love how that echoes Empire Strikes Back. Okay, I confess to absolutely no substantial knowledge about Kyle Katarn and his family. My brother was the one who loved to play the games. Nevertheless, I'm intrigued. What will Kyle's role be in the war against the Vong? Up! -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 5:27am Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	The Butler - Here's the history of Kyle Katarn. (I dunno much about Jan) Born and raised on Sulon, a moon of Sullust, Kyle Katarn wanted to take after his father Morgan, and to that end, joining the Imperial Academy on Carida. Much was happening behind young Katarn's back, though. Behind the scenes, his father Morgan was a leader for the Rebel Alliance, planning the downfall of the Empire. During the course of his travels, Katarn encountered the lost planet of the Jedi - a place where thousands of dark and light spirits were trapped by an ancient Sith mental weapon. The indigenous life-forms had a prophecy for this - "...a Knight shall come, a battle shall be fought, and the prisoners will go free." Morgan Katarn was not that Knight, but he and a Jedi friend Rahn suspected that his son Kyle would fulfill the prophecy. Meanwhile, at Carida, Kyle Katarn was in command of a final mission - an assault on a Rebel communications asteroid. He saved his squad from ambushes and forced the Rebels to surrender. Against the better wishes of his overseeing officer, he did not "grease the rebs" because an attractive woman was among them - you guessed it, Jan Ors. Kyle ends up defecting to the Rebellion, stealing the notorious Death Star's plans, thwarting the Dark Trooper [Super-stormtrooper] project, and fulfilling the prophecy as a Jedi Knight, despite provocation to use evil powers and turn to the Dark Side. After that, he trains Mara Jade in the ways of the Jedi, then ventures to Drommund Kaas, a planet of the Sith, then gets turned to the dark side. He is turned back by Mara Jade and gives up his saber to Luke Skywalker, vowing never to use it again. I've taken this and forged my own version of events after that. The next Jedi Knight game will have Kyle taking up his saber again, and I've assumed that he'll chicken out of his destiny [again]. It doesn't have him married to Jan Ors, but after all they've been through together [throught the course of Dark Forces and Jedi Knight, Jan's the one that never ceases to rescue you at the last possible second], I think that's in order.
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 5:35pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic) - Date Edited: 10/3/01 5:53pm (1 edits total) Edited By: mydred
	Short post tonight; Darth Real Life has some homework... It helps if you listen to a stirring string theme when you read this, probably John Williams' Shindler's List. --------------------------------------------- A lightsaber...a Jedi's weapon. To build one was the mark of a Padawan, to command one, the sign of a master. Pure weapons, much like the beings that carried them, the saber was a metaphor for all the old Jedi were. Flexible yet rigid, elegant yet complicated, violent but clean...Wielding a lightsaber was never to seek violence, but a vow to extinguish evil with its light. Kyle Katarn struggled again with his doubt - could he use a Jedi's weapon, even after his failures to remain true to the Light? "NO, FOOLISH JEDI." A booming, ancient voice intruded his thoughts. "YOU SEEK TO DENY YOURSELF OF YOUR DESTINY. A DESTINY OF POWER AND SERVICE TO THE DARK SIDE. GO NOW, AND THIS MENACE SHALL PASS OVER YOU UNSCATHED." Kyle waited for the inevitable rebuttal from another voice, but it did not come. "FOOL. CRUSH THE LIGHTSABER AND GIVE YOURSELF TO THE DARK SIDE. SURRENDER, FOR IT IS USELESS TO RESIST THE MOST POWERFUL EMOTIONS - ANGER, FEAR, AND HATRED..." --------------------------------------------- "Help him, you must not!" "But I-" "Argument, there will not be. For this one, the time to chose which path to take has come." The three figures sat, peering into the moment's events with concerned interest and increasing worry. --------------------------------------------- His body shaking with what he had to do, Kyle Katarn held the lightsaber high above his head, hands bleeding from his grip on the cylinder. He took a last, terrible sigh... ...thumbed the activation button, and watched as the lightsaber's golden blade pierced the thick pudding of Sernpidal's night. Kyle let his grip relax. He had survived another brush with temptation again, and now the Katarns needed to leave this rock. "Call yourself a Jedi now, you may, Jedi Katarn," the diminutive creature's voice said as Kyle returned to the hangar to finish his work. --------------------------------------------- I know what you're thinking. No more ethical dilemmas. Don't worry; Kyle Katarn isn't Jacen Solo Please post your comments! Samuel
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 6:51pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	I am SO glad to hear that, mydred Jacen was really getting on my nerves in the NJO books-except "Balance Point" which I just finished. Kyle's dilemma seems to be of a lightly different sort, however. Whereas Jacen seems to debate the proper use of the Force, Kyle debates whether it should be used at all. -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 7:10pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Artemis_Silverbow and The Butler, its good to keep reading your posts, I like seeing this thread at the top. For those that gave this a glancing look and disregarded it because it doesn't have enough action [as my little bro says]... Give Kyle and Jan a chance to make the move from hicks back to heroes again, and I think you'll like it once it gets going. Samuel
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 10/3/01 7:22pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	I like action as much as anyone else, but action alone does not a good fan fic make(or a good movie either, but that's a diferent story ). So, mydred, take all the time you think you need to develop your characters before throwing them into the middle of a firefight. I'll wait -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/4/01 7:33pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic) - Date Edited: 10/4/01 7:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: mydred
	Same things goes as last time, the mood of the piece is best expressed by Shindler's List (but don't worry, this'll get less depressing soon ) --------------------------------------------- Meanwhile in the hangar, Jan was the beneficiary of an entirely different dilemma. She had been up for two hours already, trying to rouse the Katarn's ship from its long slumber. The Moldy Crow. So many emotions were attatched to that ship...the New Republic decided that it was too obsolete for practical use and Mon Mothma presented it to Kyle and Jan as a wedding present and going-away gift. It had been through so much with them - the capture of the Death Star's plans, the thwarting of the Dark Trooper project and the quest for the Valley of the Jedi...it was a museum piece more than an actual ship. What did Kyle see that compelled him to leave the farm and Sernpidal, and why so soon? Why did he want to leave in the first place? Didn't we just earn more money than the old bounties on our heads? Kyle Katarn, Imperial defector and Jan Ors, Rebel agent. Those were the days... Jan shook her head slowly and tried to make a list of the ancient vessel's faults - uncalibrated stabilizers on the left side, a hyperdrive whose computer didn't know where it was, a thruster on the left wing that kept misfiring, and the fuel had turned to slurry almost years ago. When all those problems were fixed, Jan thought, whatever Kyle's worried about will have been over for a month. Jan prided her skill as a mechanic, but it had been so long since she'd worked on a starship. Hard as it was to say it, the Moldy Crow would never fly again. "Mom, you need help? I wanted to ask daddy, but his color kept changing so quickly, and I didn't bother him. You look red, and the ship looks green in most places, but red on one side, on a wing, and someplace in the center." "No, Alex, unless you've packed your stuff already." "I have, Mommy." "Well, could you hand me the hydrospanner, please?" Alex didn't budge from his spot in front of the toolbox. Instead, he just stood there, and began to move his arms around, as if he were coloring without crayons. "What are you doing?" "I'm coloring, Mommy. Please don't bother me." Jan dismissed Alex's ramblings, decided boys would be boys, fetched the hydrospanner for herself, and went back to work when suddenly... ...We-Gee, a droid from Kyle's youth, spoke up from his station at the hyperdrive computer. "Mistress Jan, the hyperdrive is now functional." The droid went up to the cockpit and continued to report. "Left thruster now functional. Left stabilizers now functional. Fuel and fuel reserves active." Alex stirred from his spot in front of the toolbox - "I'm done coloring now, Mommy. The ship looks all green now. You needed some help?" Kyle arrived from outside, sweating and bleeding, and Jan related to him their son's accomplishments. "Sithspit! He must have changed the fuel's molecular structure to transform it back to a liquid! You have our stuff ready to go, right?" Jan nodded an affirmative. "Okay, now this is gonna be cool." Kyle levitated the boxes and, within a minute, a decade of the Katarn's life on Sernpidal was packed up and ready to go wherever the Force would lead them. --------------------------------------------- In case you haven't noticed, now Kyle and Jan have made the transition from hicks back to heroes, so some action's coming up next! Samuel P.S.: I like comments
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Artemis_Silverbow Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 10/5/01 6:40pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	I certainly noticed that Kyle is using the Force again Alex must be something special. Aside from his amazing repair job, I've never heard a two year-old that was even close to that good at speaking -----signature----- "Wit is educated insolence." ~Aristotle~ >>>>----------------------------------> The Locked Thread Reading List http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3732016 I'm LordMoltar's lady shad0w is my enforcer
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mydred Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 10/5/01 6:53pm Subject: RE: A Return to Arms (NJO Spoliers, my first Fanfic)
	Alex is five. Sorry about being unclear about his age - I said something about him starting school soon. No story tonight; I'm trying to keep some continuity with Vector Prime for this next part. Thanks again for your comments, Artemis_Silverbow! Samuel
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