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Fabala Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 12/28/06 11:18pm Subject: No One Lays a Lily On Their Grave, rated PG, updated version, Crossover between Wicked and Star Wars
	Ok I don't know if this is legal or not but I"ve fixed this thing so much that I get tired of going back and editing my posts so I'm just starting all over. Here we go, again. Oh and btw I don't own Star Wars or Wicked I'm just having fun with them. The names aren't mine either, just clever variations on the characters in the show. Hehe. Anyway, without further ado, my re-done story...still not completed but maybe a little better. No One Lays a Lily On Their Grave Chapter 1 Fabala’an watched her father talk to the human trader. She focused on his lips, watching as he described his only daughter. Occasionally, he would twitch his muscular lekku in her direction, but otherwise he avoided looking at her entirely. Fabala’an hunched her shoulders and wrapped her small, delicate head-tails around her knees. She noticed the way the trader’s shoulders sagged when her father said the word ‘deaf’ and she bit her lip. Her sharp, pointed teeth drew blood and she had to reach up and wipe it away. “So she can’t dance, can she?” The trader asked. Fabala’an sighed. ‘Of course I can’t, you idiot. I can’t hear anything.’ She thought crossly. ‘Besides, what’s so great about dancing? I mean, yes, all Twi-Lek females are supposed to be such great dancers, but maybe some of us are different.’ She scowled down at her clenched hands and then up at the candles that were placed in niches around the family’s cave. They were burning brightly, reflecting Fabala’an’s green skin and making her seem to sparkle. She felt someone’s eyes on her and looked up to see the trader and her father watching. “What?” She signed with her lekku. “What are you staring at? Yes, I’m deaf. I’ve always been deaf…” The trader raised his eyebrows and Fabala’an smirked. “Fabala’an! Shut up.” Her father snapped. “I’m sorry. She’s a bit…outspoken.” He said to the trader. The older man smiled. “I have two daughters myself. I understand. So is everything settled?” He said. Fabala’an’s father nodded. “Come on.” He said to his daughter. Fabala’an stood up and walked over to them. She looked from one to the other, confusing on her face. “You’re going with him.” Her father said. Fabala’an’s mouth fell open. “What? Father, you can’t just…”She sighed. Her father held up a hand. “The discussion is closed.” He pushed her toward the trader. “Go along now.” He said. The older human took her arm and led her from the room. As they walked the dimly lit passages of the warren, Fabala stole glances at the man. He was older and dressed simply, in dark brown pants, brown boots and a beige shirt and jacket. “Aren’t you uncomfortable in that?” He asked, pointing at her long-sleeved ankle length black dress. Fabala’an shook her head. “Hmm. Oh and I changed your name. Fabala’an takes too long to say, so you’re just Fabala now.” He said. Fabala’an (Fabala, she corrected herself) shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me.” She signed with her lekku. “Can you speak?” The trader asked. Fabala made a face. “Yes.” She said. “But as you can tell, that makes me sound like an even bigger freak. I may not be able to hear but I’m not blind. I’ve seen the looks. I’d rather just sign if it’s all the same to you.” “I’m afraid speaking will be necessary. You aren’t gong to be easy to get rid of, you know. If you don’t speak, people will think you’re stupid.” “I don’t care! I don’t care what they think!” Fabala said angrily. “You’re going to care, quite a lot.” He gripped her arm tighter. “You can’t dance. You’re a Twi-Lek and you can’t dance. Do you realize how little value, monetary or otherwise, that you actually have? Now unless I can pawn you off on some sympathetic Jedi I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. I only did this as a favor to your father, so you better shape up and lose the attitude. Do you understand?” He said. Fabala gulped and nodded. “Good.” He said. They walked to the entrance of the tunnels in silence. Fabala stopped and stared around her as they walked out of the tunnels and into the open air. The sky overhead was a deep, dark shade of blue, dotted with millions of tiny stars. The grass under their feet perfectly matched Fabala’s skin, and she had to fight the urge to sink down into it. ‘Maybe I can just disappear into the grass and everyone will forget about me.’ She thought wistfully. The trader tugged her arm and hustled her toward a waiting space ship. Fabala’s eyes widened as she saw the gleaming metal interior. The trader led her down several flights of stairs, into the bowels of the ship. Sporadically scattered bare bulbs provided the only light. “You need a new electrician.” Fabala said tartly. The trader just shook his head and muttered something under his breath. After winding their way through several dimly lit corridors, the trader led the Twi-Lek into a large room filled with cages. “No!” Fabala shouted angrily. “I am NOT an animal! You are NOT going to put me in there!” She said. Ignoring her protests, the trader dragged her over to one of the cages, opened the door, and tossed her inside. He slammed the cage shut and locked it. Fabala glowered after him. She clenched her hands as her stomach churned with anger. She felt a vibration start under her feet and watched in horror as all of the cages (except hers) began to rise into the air. They started to spin and before long the cargo was filled with flying, whirling, ages. Their occupants screamed in terror and a few minutes later an alarm went off. A blinding red light filled the room and started to flash. Fabala felt more vibrations and soon the door of the hold flew open. Several armed guards swarmed in and the light stopped flashing. The cages fell to the ground and the guards scattered to avoid being hit. Once the commotion had settled down, the guards converged en masse on Fabala’s cage. The trader suddenly appeared striding purposefully through the crowd. He walked over to Fabala’s cage and opened the door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out. Before she could say (or sign) anything, she found herself lying on her stomach on the cold floor of the hold. She felt a rush of air as one of the men tore open the back of her dress, then a blinding pain as a whip tore across her skin. She grunted in surprise and then in pain as the lash descended again. It fell eight more times and each time Fabala could not keep from crying out. Finally the trader grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet. “That was a warning. If you ever try anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” He said as he threw her back into her cage. Fabala huddled in the corner of her cage and watched as the men left, slamming the door behind them. As the darkness descended into the room, Fabala felt a metallic hand reach through the bars and tap her on the shoulder. She jumped and turned. Squinting in the dimly lit room, she made out a silver android leaning toward her. “Greetings, I am BOQ-TU, Bio-Organic Query Translating Unit.” The android said. Fabala grinned. “Fabala. And I’m deaf, so that’s’ why I sound like this.” She said. BOQ-Tu smiled at her. “Delighted to meet you.” He said. “Sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Fabala said sheepishly. “Oh, I got knocked around a bit, but nothing too serious.” He said. “Good. Soo…any idea where we’re going?” Fabala asked. “I think we’re headed to Courusant.” BOQ-Tu replied. Fabala twitched her lekku in confusion. “Where’s that?” She asked. “I haven’t a clue.” He said. Fabala sighed and leaned back against the cage. She winced and leaned forward. BOQ-Tu tapped her shoulder. “Are you alright?” He asked. Fabala shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” She said. The two lapsed into silence as the ship flew through space. After several hours of flying, Fabala felt a jolt that sent her tumbling into the front of her cage. Several cages rattled around her and she could feel the vibrations as the ship touched down. A few minutes later, the doors came open and several men walked into the room. One of the men walked up to Fabala’s cage and opened the door. He was carrying a leather collar and a long metal chain in his hand. “What are you doing? You can’t put that on me.” Fabala protested angrily as she crawled around the cage, trying to avoid the man’s grasp. He glared at her. “Stop struggling.” He grabbed her arm and slapped her across the face with the chain. “Now settle down.” He said as he fastened the collar around Fabala’s neck. He slipped on the chain and pulled. “Get up.” He said. Fabala stared at the ground, her cheeks emerald with humiliation. The man jerked the chain and Fabala gasped and choked as the chain constricted. She looked up at the man. “What do you want? I’m deaf.” She said hoarsely. “Get up.” The man repeated tersely. Fabala scrambled to her feet and trotted after the man as he led her from the hold. Fabala followed him through the ship and soon they emerged on a crowded dock. Slavers and port security swarmed around the captives, while the trader argued with a high-level Imperial security guard. After a lengthy discussion, he obtained permission to escort his cargo to the market. “Ok, move out.” He called and the men began escorting the slaves through the crowds. Fabala stared around her in awe, marveling at the toll buildings that all but obscured the sky. ‘Cloud City,’ she thought as she walked, ‘I can’t believe this is what it looks like. It’s so grey.’ Soon the elegant buildings began to fade, replaced by older, crumbling structures. Fabala’s feet were aching by the time they s topped, in front of a large, imposing grey building. The slaves were marched inside, and Fabala found herself staring an immense auditorium. A huge, fully lit stage dominated the room, and holding pens dotted the wings. Fabala and the others were herded into the pens and the men disappeared. The trader paced around the pens, looking at his watch. Fabala got tired of watching him and turned her attention to the other occupants of the pen. BOQ-Tu was watching the goings-on with a look of resigned suffering. Several humans were clustered together in a group, talking. Fabala’s eyes narrowed as she noticed a group of children surrounding a small Wookie. They were poking the frightened creature with sticks and giggling when it growled in pain. “Hey!” Fabala shouted as she walked over to them. “Leave him alone!” She grabbed a larger stick from one of the children and swung it at them. They scattered, screaming. Fabala dropped the stick and knelt down beside the trembling Wookie. “It’s ok.” She said softly. “I won’t let them hurt you.” The Wookie purred and crawled up into her lap, nestling his furry head against Fabala’s shoulder. She smiled and stroked his head. She closed her eyes and relaxed as the Wookie continued purring. Someone jerked her chain and her eyes flew open. A tall, thin, nervous-looking man hauled Fabala to her feet and dragged her from the pen. She tugged on the collar, coughing, as she was led out onto the stage. The man handed the chain to an auctioneer and he fastened it onto a metal loop fixed into the podium. Fabala watched him as he began to describe her. He was tall and muscular and the podium vibrated every so often when he would hit it for emphasis. Fabala could tell when the bidding started and so she started watching the hands flying through the air. ‘This does NOT look good.’ She thought. Almost no one was bidding. ‘He must have told them I was deaf.’ She thought. Fabala soon noticed an elderly woman taking an active interest in her. She raided her hand and even cupped her other hand around her mouth as she called out bids. A few minutes later, it was over, and the woman marched up to the stage. Fabala stared at her in awe. She was dressed in a large turquoise dress, covered in feathers and sequins. Her white hair hung down to her shoulders in rich curls and her face was covered in so much makeup that it took a while before Fabala realized that she was a human. “Hello, my dear. My name is Madame Marrable. I’m the secretary for the governor. I understand that you’re deaf.” She said. Fabala nodded. “I also heard about your little mishap on the ship.” “How?” Fabala asked. Madame Marrable smiled. “Oh, I have my sources. That’s not important. What IS important is that I think you have talent. The governer needs someone like you. Who knows, with the proper training, you could become his chief adviser.” Fabala’s eyes widened. “Me? But all I did was made some cages fly.” She protested. “Yes but my dear, that’s’ only a start. You have a wonderful ability, your mind is VERY powerful and the Governer can help you learn to bring out your full potential. Now, let’s get this nasty collar off, shall we?” Madame Marrable unfastened the collar and led Fabala from the auditorium. Chapter 2 Fabala’s eyes widened as she followed Madame Marrable into the Governor’s Palace. It was a sprawling four story complex, complete wit h an attic and a basement. The floors of the main-third stories were covered in white marble, perfectly matching the pristine whiteness of the walls. The bedrooms were on the second floor, and the third floor held the offices of the governor and his staff. The ground floor held the kitchen and several reception rooms, while the basement and attic were used for storage. “Where am I going to be?” Fabala asked Madame Marrable once they finished the tour. “Well, the governor is very interested in your education, so I think you’ll be studying with his daughter, Gali. She’s in her room so I’ll bring you up and introduce you.” Madame Marrable answered. Fabala smiled. “Ok” She said. She followed Madame Marrable back up to the second floor. They walked down a small hallway and Madame Marrable tapped on the last door at the end of the hall. “She says ‘come in.’” Madame Marrable said as she pushed open the door. Fabala stifled a gasp as she walked into the room. Everything in it was pink, from the fluffily carpet toe the pale pink walls. The bed had a gold iron bedstead and was covered in a frilly pink comforter. Pink satin pillows were propped up at the head. A pretty blonde girl was reclining on the bed. She sat up when she saw Madame Marrable and Fabala enter the room. “Hi!” She said enthusiastically. She jumped up off the bed and skipped up to them. Fabala bit back a laugh. The girl’s dress was pink and the skirt was covered in ruffles. “I’m Gali.” She held out her hand and Fabala shook it. “What’d you say your name was?” She asked. “I’m deaf and I couldn’t quite catch it.” Gali frowned. “Oh you poor thing. Here.” She walked over to her dresser (also pink, Fabala noticed) and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. She wrote her name down and handed it to Fabala. “Gali,” Fabala said slowly, trying to pronounce the blonde’s name. She grinned and tapped the green Twi-Lek on the shoulder. “Exactly! And what’s your name?” She said. “Fabala.” Fabala said. “Where are you staying?” She asked. Fabala shrugged. “I don’t know.” She said. “I was thinking she could stay in the room next to your’s.” Madame Marrable said. Gali squealed. “That’d be soo coool! We can be roomies!” She said and threw her arms around Fabala. The green girl grimaced and stepped back. “Yeah.” She said, hoping she sounded enthusiastic. Gali gasped. “You don’t have much clothes, do you? OH this’ll be sooo fun!! We can go shopping and I’ll help you pick out a whole new wardrobe and—” Madame Marrable held up a hand. “You’re going to have classes starting later today, Miss Gali.” She said. Gali sighed and scowled. “Blah. Who wants to go to class?” She muttered. She grinned at Fabala. “We’ll go after class. And in the meantime, you can borrow some of my clothes. Come on!” Gali grabbed Fabala’s arm and pulled her over to her closet. Madame Marrable left, smiling to herself as she pulled the door shut. Gali opened the closet door and started pulling out clothes and tossing them on the bed. “I don’t…wear pink.” Fabala said after a few minutes. Gali giggled. “Oh don’t be silly! Pink goes good with green. OH wait, here!” She pulled out a long blue skirt and a white blouse. “Wear this! My aunt gave it to me and it looks horrendable on me but it’ll look great on you. Oh wait I think there’s a hat around here somewhere...” She dug around in the bottom of her closet. “Aha!” She said as she turned around to face Fabala. She held up a small blue hat adorned with blue flowers and ribbon. Fabala dutifully took the clothes and walked into the adjoining room. She changed clothes and walked back into Gali’s room. The blonde squealed when she saw her. “You look soo pretty!” She said with a huge grin. Fabala blushed. “Thanks.” She said. “Oooh, has Marrable showed you around yet?” Gali asked. Fabala nodded. “Earlier.” She said. Gali pouted. “Too bad. Oh wait, I bet she didn’t show you our ball room. Come on!” She took Fabala’s hand and pulled her out of the room. They walked down the first two flighs of stairs until they came to the ground flor. “Tada!” Gali said as she pushed open the door. Fabala gasped as she wakled into the room. It was huge, with an entire wall covered in windows that overlooked the city. The floor was covered in wood, and a giant chandaleer hung from the ceiling. “It’s beautiful.” She said, awe-struck. Gali beamend. “I know.” She said. “Father’s always throwing parties in here. You’ll have to come sometime. I’m sure I can find someone to go with you” “Oh no, that’s ok. I, can’t dance.” Fabala said shyly. Gali stared at her incredulously. “You can’t dance? But you’re a Twi-Lek.” She said. “Tell me something I don’t know, blonde.” Fabala snapped. “Besides I’m deaf, so I can’t hear the music.” She added. “Oh right. That’s so sad.” Gali said. “Save your pity. We need to get to class.” Fabala said. She turned and left the room. Gali sighed and trotted after her. “Where is our classroom, anyway?” Fabala called over her shoulder. Gali walked up to her. “On the third floor, by Father’s office.” She said. Fabala felt her heart skip a beat. ‘Maybe I can meet the governer.’ She thought as she followed Gali up the stairs and onto the third floor. “Here we are.” Gali said as she walked into a small room. Two rows of small desks took up half the room; the other half was dominated by a larger desk and a gigantic blackboard. “Good morning, Miss Gali. Who’se this?” The teacher asked as he stood up and walked toward the two girls. Fabala stared at him curiously. He was tall and blue-skinned. Two horns protruded from the top of his head and two more extended downward from two fleshy appendages that reminded Fabala of her own lekku. Gali pulled out a notebook and a piece of paper. “This is Fabala. Fabala, this is Mr. Chèvre.” She wrote the name down on the paper and handed it to Fabala. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Chèvre.” Fabala said. Mr. Chèvre smiled at her. “You too. You can take your seats now. Class will be starting shortly.” He said. Fabala found a seat on the front row and sat down. Gali sat behind her on the second row. A few minutes later, several more students filed into the room. Fabala noticed a girl in a wheelchair come into the room and she smiled. The girl smiled back faintly and wheeled toward her. ‘Hi, I’m Ness’ah.” The dark-haired human said with a smile. Fabala smiled faintly and made a note to ask Gali to write the girl’s name down. “Fabala.” She said. Ness’ah smiled and rolled her chair beside Fabala. “Mind if I sit?” She asked. Fabala shook her head. “Alright, class. Let’s get started.” Mr. Chèvre said after he cleared his throat. The class settled down and Mr. Chèvre began to lecture. Ness’ah nudged Fabala. “I can take notes for you.” She whispered. Fabala grinned greatfully. “Thanks.” She said. Ness’ah nodded and Fabala turned her attention back to the professor. He was lecturing about the history of Courusant. Fabala began to stare intently at his lips when he started talking about the Jedi. “Now, who can tell me who the famous Jedi master was who said ‘Do, or Do not. There is no ‘try’?” Mr. Chèvre asked. Gali waved her hand in the air. “Yes, Miss Gali?” He said and smiled. “Why do you have to talk about the Jedi all the time? Why can’t you just teach us bout important stuff? Everybody knows the Jedi are gone anyway.” She said. Mr. Chèvre’s eyes narrowed. “If one does not learn one’s history, one is doomed to repeat it.” He said coldly. Fabala shyly raised her hand. “Yes, Miss Fabala?” Mr. Chèvre said hopefully. “I, I think that was Master Yoda, sir. And you’re right, history is VERY important.” Fabala said. Mr. Chèvre nodded. “You are exactly right. Now, to continue….” Mr. Chèvre continued with his lecture. An hour later the class ended and everyone got up to leave. Mr. Chèvre walked up behind Fabala and tapped her on the arm. “I’d like to have a word with you, if I could.” He said. Fabala nodded and sat down at her desk. “I heard about the incident on the ship.” He said. Fabala groaned and put her head in her hands. “Why does everybody have to keep reminding me of that?” She said when Mr. Chèvre had gotten her attention. He chuckled. “I think I can help you control your temper, if you like. I know some…exercises we can practice. Just simple things, nothing too difficult. And we’ve got to be careful, or people might suspect.” He said. Fabala frowned. “Suspect what?” She asked. “Why, that I’m a Jedi of course. We can’t have that, now can we?” He asked with a sad smile. Fabala shook her head. “Of course not. When do we start?” She asked. “Well, first I need to see what you can do. Can you move that desk there?” Mr. Chèvre asked and pointed to the desk. Fabala stared at the desk and concentrated. After a few tense minutes, it rose slowly into the air. Fabala’s eyes widened in shock and the desk fell to the floor with a crash. “Oops. “She said and blushed. Mr. Chèvre grinned at her. “That’s perfect. You just need to concentrate more.” He said. “And then when you get angry, if you feel the need to levitate something, come talk to me and we’ll practice. Can’t have your temper getting out of hand.” “Thank you sir.” Fabala said as she stood up. “Any time. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Fabala nearly skipped out of the room before she realized what she was doing. ‘Good heavens, I’ve been around Gali for less than a day and she’s already rubbing off on me.’ She thought. “Gali?” She called as she walked out into the hallway. Fabala didn’t see anyone around so she decided to head back to their room. “Now, where was it at again? Maybe down here…” Fabala started walking down a long hallway. She soon found herself standing in front of the ball-room. “Oh, this is hopeless! I’m never going to learn my way around here.” She muttered angrily. Fabala turned and started walking back down the hallway in the opposite direction. Fiero Trig muttered under his breath as he drove his speeder down the polished marble floors of the governor’s mansion. ‘Dad will kill me if I’m late again.’ He thought as he accelerated. ‘Ok WHY isn’t she MOVING?’ He thought as he honked at the young Twi-Lek who was sauntering down the hall in front of him. When she still didn’t’ move, he sighed and kept driving. ‘Ok now she’s going to—oh crud!’ He thought as he realized that he was going to run into her. “Look out!” He shouted as the speeder collided with the Twi-Lek. Fabala grunted as something crashed into her from behind. She flew through the air and landed a few feet away. Fiero jumped off the speeder and ran over to the girl sprawled out on the floor. “Are you alright? I honked and you didn’t move.” He said as he bent over her. “You idiot! What were you doing? I’m deaf you moron! I didn’t hear you.” Fabala shouted as she stood up shakily. She stared at him angrily. He was a Theelin and he stood a little taller than she and his skin was dark brown, like chocolate, and blue spots that reminded her of diamonds dotted his skin. “I didn’t know that.” Fiero said defensively. “Are you ok? I’m really sorry.” He added. “Fine.” Fabala snapped. “Where were you going in such a hurry, anyway?” She asked. “Mr. Chèvre’s history class.” Fiero said. Fabala smirked. ‘You missed it. It just let out five minutes ago.” She turned and started to walk down the hallway. “Hey wait!” Fiero called and then shook his head.’ She’s deaf, remember?’ He thought and ran to catch up with her. He tapped her on the shoulder. “Oh, what, are you stalking me now?” She asked coldly. “I was trying to introduce myself. I’m Fiero Trig.” He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his name down. “It’s a little weird and most people say it wrong.” He said as he handed her the paper. Fabala found herself smiling. “I’m Fabala. And thanks, I can lip-read pretty well but people’s names are hard.” She said as she took the paper and put it in her pocket. “Oh, Fiero! There you are.” Gali said as she skipped up to them. “I see you’ve met Fabala. She’s my roommate.” She added. Fabala forced herself to smile. “You two…know each other?” She asked, hoping her voice didn’t sound strained. “Yeah. His dad is my dad’s Finance minister. We’ve been going out for about a year now.” Gali said. “Oh…that’s’…nice. Excuse me.” Fabala turned and dashed down the hall. Fiero glanced after her and turned back to Gali. “So, is your father’s party still on next week?” He asked. Gali grinned. “Yep.” She said. “So I’ll be picking you up around eight?” Fiero said. “Of course.” She sighed. “You’re perfect.” She added. “You’re perfect.” Fiero said. “So we’re perfect together.” Gali said and giggled. “I’m going to go find Fabala before she gets even more lost.” She skipped down the hallway. Fiero sighed. ‘Time to face the music.’ He thought as he wakled into Mr. Chèvre’s office. Fabala sat on her bed and flipped through one of the books that Madame Marrable had left for her while she was in class. The book was full of historical details, but Fabala found it odd that there were no Jedi mentioned. She sighed and shut the book. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get Fiero’s face out of her head. ‘Stop dreaming.’ She told herself firmly. ‘He’s not mine. I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl.’ She got up off the bed and walked over to the mirror perched atop her vanity. She took her hat off and put it back on. Gali walked into the room and tapped her on the shoulder. Fabala jumped and screamed. “Don’t do that!” She said angrily as she rounded on Gali. The blonde took a step backwards. “Sorry.” She said. “I was just coming to tell you that my dad is having a big party for all of us next Monday and you should come. I can help you get ready if you want. I’ll come by around six.” Gali said and left the room before Fabala could reply. She gritted her teeth and glowered at her reflection. She put the hat back on her head and went to go see Mr. Chèvre. She knocked on the door and he opened it. “Come in.” He said. Fabala smiled greatfully and walked into his office. She walked out a few hours later to find Ness’ah sitting outside the door. “Oh, are you waiting for him too?” She asked. Ness’ah shook her head. “No, I was going to give you my notes. What were you DOING in there?” She asked. “I heard stuff crashing around. It sounded like a war zone.” She added. Fabala giggled. “I can move things with my mind and Mr. Chèvre was helping me with it.” She explained as she took the notes. “COOL! Can you show me?” Ness’ah asked. Fabala nodded. “Sure.” She said. She concentrated and soon her notes were floating n the air above Ness’ah’s head. “That’s so neat.” The dark-haired girl said. “Thanks.” Fabala said as she floated the notes into her book bag. “Hey look, it’s the deaf Twi-Lek talking to the cripple.” A tall redhead called as she walked down the hall. “You’re wasting your breath, Lily. She can’t hear you.” A brunette named Marin answered. “No but I can read your lips.” Fabala called loudly. She turned and started walking rapidly down the hall. She felt something bump into her and turned to see Ness’ah following her. “Ignore them.” She said gently. “They’re just a bunch of jerks.” She smiled. “Besides, it’s nice to meet someone else who can’t’ dance. Before you got here, people used to make fun of me because I’m in a wheelchair. Now at least I have some company….I’m sorry that came out wrong.” She said. Fabala smiled. “It’s ok. I understand. And thanks, it IS nice to have someone who understands what it’s like to be different.” “Soo…you must really like history. I mean, Mr. Chèvre teaches the hardest class there is up here and I’m only in it because…well…I have to be.” Ness’ah said. “I DO love history. I could help you out if you wanted.” Fabala answered. Ness’ah grinned. “Would you mind?” She asked. Fabala shook her head. “Of course not. Come on, we can go to my room.” She said. She walked down the hallway with Ness’ah following her. They reached Fabala’s room and she helped the brunette onto the bed. “Thanks.’ Ness’ah said after Fabala parked her chair. “No problem.” She said. “So besides history, what else do you like to do?” Ness’ah asked several hours later. “Well, I like to read just about anything and I write sometimes. That’s about it. Oh and I love being outside especially in the early morning because it’s quiet and there’s no one around and it doesn’t matter if I can’t hear anything because it’s so still anyway.” Fabala said the last part softly. Ness’ah nodded understandingly. “Yeah.” She said. “So what about you?” She asked. “Well, I like to read too and I’m horrendable at history but I adore Literature. I want to be a famous writer some day and…I want to walk.” Ness’ah said softly. Fabala thought for a minute. “I have an idea. Let me try something.” She said. Fabala walked over to her closet and started digging through her shoes. “Aha!” She shouted as she held up a pair of soft red slippers. “Here, put these on.” She said and handed them to Ness’ah. “Ok…”Ness’ah said doubtfully. She slipped the shoes on her feet. Fabala concentrated on Ness’ah’s feet and willed them to move. Ness’ah’s feet started to move as first one and then the other slid off the chair and on to the floor. “What’s going on? What did you do?” Ness’ah squealed as she found herself standing up. Fabala ignored her and kept concentrating. Ness’ah took a step and almost fell over. Fabala mentally caught her and kept focusing. Ness’ah started to walk across the floor to her. “How are you doing that?” She asked breathlessly. “The Force.” Fabala grunted. She was afraid if she stopped concentrating then the other girl would fall down. “Wow. Thank you!” Ness’ah said and threw her arms around Fabala. The Twi-Lek lost her concentration and both girls fell against the bed. “Are you ok?” Fabala asked worriedly. “Yes.” Ness’ah said as she started to crawl back to her chair. Fabala concentrated and levitated her into the wheelchair. Ness’ah giggled excitedly. “That was amazing! Thank you so much!” She said. Fabala smiled sheepishly. “You’re welcome.” She said as she sat back down on the bed. “You know, I’ve always wanted an older sister.” Ness’ah said quietly. Fabala grinned. “And I’ve always wanted a younger sister.” She said. “Well then, let’s be sisters.” Ness’ah suggested. “Ok.” Fabala said. Ness’ah looked at her watch and grimaced. “Well, I have to go. Father has a board meeting he wants me to attend. My father’s the Chief of Staff for the Governer.” She explained as she started to wheel toward the door. “Try to have fun. See you in class tomorrow. Bye.” Fabala called. “Ok. Thanks. Bye.” Ness’ah called as she rolled backwards out the door. Fabala smiled to herself as she got up to shut the door. ‘I have a real friend.’ She thought in awe. Chapter 3 1 week later Fabala felt her spirits lift as she waked into Mr. Chèvre’s classroom. She and Gali had an argument earlier that morning regarding her wardrobe and she was trying to decide if she ever wanted to speak to the blonde again. “Good morning, Miss Fabala. How are you?” Mr. Chèvre asked as he smiled at her. Fabala shrugged. “I’m ok.” She said as she sat down. Ness’ah wheeled into the room just then and came up to Fabala. “Guess what?” She said excitedly. “What?” Fabala asked, trying not to sigh. She wasn’t in the mood for the brunette’s cheerfulness. ‘I’ve had enough of perky people to last me an entire lifetime.’ She thought. “Gali found a boy to go with me to the party! His name is Matt.” Ness’ah said happily. “Gali?” Fabala exclaimed incredulously. “Yes.” Ness’ah said. Fabala sighed. “That’s, that’s great Ness’ah.” She said. “I’m sorry Fabala. You understand, right?” Ness’ah said. Fabala forced a smile. “I do.” She said. “What’s the matter?” Ness’ah asked worriedly. Fabala quickly explained her fight with Gali. “Do you want me to run over her?” Ness’ah asked. Fabala started laughing. “No, but thanks.” She said. “Hey, what are friends for? You just tell her to go jump in Lake Kellswater if she messes with you again.” Ness’ah said. Fabala grinned. “I will.” She said. Ness’ah wheeled around and turned into her seat beside the green Twi-Lek. Gali stared dismally down at the large box that had arrived from her aunt. ‘What am I going to do with this?’ She thought as she picked up the black hat. It was a bucket hat with a black rose in the center and two long black ribbons trailing behind it. “Where did you get that horrendable hat?” Gali’s best friend Lili asked as she walked into the room. Gali made a face. “My aunt. Who else? What am I going to do with it? It looks awful on me.” She said and put the hat on. “Ugh! Take that OFF, Gali! Where on Courusant did THAT come from?” Gali’s other best friend, Marin, asked as she pranced into the room. Gali repeated her answer. “Well, you could always give it away.” Lili said. “No I couldn’t. I don’t hate anyone THAT much.” She said. Marin smirked. ‘Oh yes you do.” She said. A wicked smile spread across Gali’s face as she thought about her roommate. “She IS impossible, and Fiero HAS been staring at her a lot lately.” Gali said. “Do it!” Lili said. Gali laughed. “Ok, I will.” She grabbed up the hat and put it in a box. “See you two at the party tonight.” She said and left the room. Gali skipped into the room and walked up to the two girls. “Oh, look who’s here. We were just talking about you and—” Fabala began. “I was just talking about you too! Look what I found.” She said and handed Fabala a small box. Fabala opened it cautiously and found a black bucket hat with a rose with two long black ribbons hanging from the back nestled inside the box. “I was thinking you could wear the hat to the party tonight. You know what they say, black is this years pink. Besides, you’re so smart, you and that hat, you deserve each other.” Gali said. Fabala grinned at her and put the box on the floor. “Thank you!” She said. Gali sat down beside her. “You’re welcome.” She said. Mr. Chèvre stood up. “Alright, before we begin class, I want to know who wrote this.” He walked over to the blackboard and flipped it over. ‘Death to all Jedi’ was written across the board in giant red letters. “Well? Anyone? Anyone?” He said. When no one answered, he sighed and threw up his hands. “Class dismissed.” He said. The students began to stream from the room. “You go ahead, Ness’ah.” Fabala said. Ness’ah smiled and wheeled out of the room. Fabala walked up to Mr. Chèvre and sat down. “You shouldn’t let stuff like that upset you. I mean, I know I do, but I’m getting better. You’ve helped me so much. Please don’t let what some brainless ignoramus say upset you.” She said. Mr. Chèvre smiled at her. “Don’t you want to go be with your friends?” He asked. She shook her head. “I don’t have any friends. Besides, I want to practice some more.” She said. “Alright.” Mr. Chèvre said. Fabala spent a few minutes levitating the various books and the pieces of chalk scattered around the room. “You’re doing wonderfully. Now this next part will be a little tricky. Here, take this.” He handed her a stick. “Now close your eyes and hold out the stick. You’re going to use the Force to tell you where I am.” He said. “But I can’t hear you.” Fabala protested. “You don’t need to hear me. Just use the Force.” He said. Fabala nodded doubtfully and closed her eyes. She held up her stick and felt the vibration a few seconds later when Mr. Chèvre’s stick collided with her’s. “Ouch!” She yelped. “This is impossible! How am I ever going to do this?” She said. “You just have to keep trying. Let’s try it again, and this time, try and see if you can ‘sense’ where I am.” Mr. Chèvre said. Fabala nodded and closed her eyes again. She discovered that she could feel the faint vibrations as Mr. Chèvre walked around her. She could feel the rush of air as he swung his stick towards her. She concentrated and brought her stick up to meet his. A huge smile spread across her face as she felt the vibrations dance down her arm when her stick crashed into Mr. Chèvre’s. He tapped her on the shoulder. “Excellent.” He said. “We should probably stop for the day. I have to clean up this board and get ready for my next class.” Fabala handed him her stick. “Thank you.” She said. She picked up her hat box and started for the door. Mr. Chèvre walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. “Before you go, I need to tell you something.” He said. Fabala walked back over to her desk and sat down. “Yes?” She said. “What I tell you can’t leave this room. Do you understand?” He said. Fabala nodded. “I’m a Jedi. One of the last of my kind, in fact. I’ve been hiding out here for several years and so far no one’s found out. But someone’s beginning to suspect something. I don’t know who and I don’t know how, but those words were a warning. If anything should happen to me, promise me you’ll be careful. You can’t let anyone know what I’ve taught you. Do you promise?” He said. Fabala took his hand. “I promise.” She said earnestly. “Good. Now go be with your friends. I’ll see you tomorrow, Fabala.” Mr. Chèvre said. Fabala stood. “See you tomorrow.” She picked up her hat box and left the room. She walked back into her room and set the box on the bed. She pulled out a book and sat down in her chair. She read until it was time to get ready for the party. At six o’clock, Gali walked into the room. “I don’t need any help. Please leave.” Fabala said crossly. “What’s your problem?” Gali demanded. “I’ve never been to a party before. I’m nervous.” Fabala said. “You’ll be perfect. If you’re ready, we can go ahead and head over there.” Gali said. She decided to wait until after the party to see if she could persuade Fabala to allow her to do a ‘makeover’. “You go ahead. I’ll be along in a minute.” Fabala said. “Are you sure?” Gali said. Fabala nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.” She said. “Ok.” Gali walked out of the room. Fabala read for another hour and then put up the book. She changed into a fancier black dress, with beads on the skirt and cap sleeves. She put on the hat and slipped her feet into a pair of boots that Madame Marrable had brought for her. After a swift glance in the mirror, Fabala headed upstairs to the party. Fabala walked into the room and stood watching the party-goers’. Gradually they all stopped dancing and stared at her. “What has she got on her head?” A girl near the front of the group asked. “I don’t know. I hear she’s deaf, so I guess she won’t be dancing.” A boy answered. Fabala scowled and took off the hat. She grimaced and jammed it back on her head. ‘I’ll show then ‘dancing’.’ She thought. She started off slowly, moving her arms in small circles. Her dance grew bigger until she’d cleared a large circle in the middle of the floor. She leapt and twirled, her lekku streaming out behind her. Throughout the whole dance, her hat stayed firmly perched atop her head. “Who IS that?” Fiero whispered to Gali, as he stared at Fabala. “You know! My roommate. Please don’t stare at her.” Gali said miserably. “It’s hard not too. Who gave her that ridiculous hat?” He asked. Gali hung her head and kept her mouth shut. “Hey look. She’s dancing. Wow. She obviously doesn’t care what people think.” Fiero said. Gali raised her head and watched her roommate. “No, you’re wrong. She’s trying to act like she doesn’t care but I know she does.” Gali said. “I, I can’t watch anymore. I’ll be right back.” She said. She walked up to Fabala. “Hey, can I join in?” She said. Before Fabala could answer, Gali started dancing, copying Fabala’s movements. Before long, everyone else on the dance floor was copying the blonde. “You started a new dance, Fabala!” Gali said excitedly. “No I didn’t. YOU did.” Fabala said crossly. They were standing in a corner, catching their breaths. “Fiero, who started the dance? Me or Fabala?” Gali asked as Fiero walked up to them. “You did.” Fiero said, looking at Fabala. “Ha!’ Gali said triumphantly. Fabala blushed. “Yeah well…I guess I can dance after all.” She said and grinned. “That was COOL!” Matt said as he walked up to the group. Ness’ah wheeled behind him. “Yes it was. Are you having fun, Fabala?” Ness’ah asked. Fabala nodded. “Yes.” She said, surprising herself. “I am.” Ness’ah grinned. “Good!” She said. “Dance with me?” Fiero asked Gali. She giggled and nodded. “Of course.” She said and walked out onto the dance floor. Fabala sighed and leaned against the wall. “I’m, um, going to go get some air.” She said and walked out of the room. She wakled out onto the balcony and looked over the railing. Tears blurred her vision and she wiped them away hastily and focused on the city lights winking back at her. ‘Don’t wish, don’t start, wishing only wounds the heart, don’t lose sight of who you are…there’s a girl I know, he loves her so, I’m not that girl.’ Fabala thought miserably. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. “The governer wants to see you on Wednesday.” Madame Marrable said, appearing beside her out of nowhere. “He does?” Fabala said excitedly. “Yes.” She said and smiled. “That’s wonderful!” Fabala said. “I have to go tell Mr. Chèvre.” She said and started to leave. “Fabala, wait!” Madame Marrable said. She walked up the Twi-Lek and tapped her on the shoulder. “Mr. Chèvre has been removed from his post. It happened just after your last class with him.” She said. “What? Removed? Why?” Fabala said, shocked and angry. “He was getting old and a tad senile. It was just his time. I’m so sorry, my dear. I know you were fond of him.” Madame Marrable said. Fabala nodded. Her teacher’s words ran through her head and she struggled to keep her expression blank. “Oh, there you are!” Gali said as she walked out onto the balcony. “Madame! What are you doing here?” She asked, peering at Madame Marrable curiously. “I was delivering some good news to Fabala. If you will excuse me.” She turned and walked away. “What’s your good news?” Gali asked. “The Governer wants to see me on Wednesday.” Fabala said quietly. “That’s wonderful!” Gali exclaimed. “I know. Isn’t it?” Fabala said and managed a smile. “Well ladies, I’m going to go. We have class tomorrow and I can’t miss another lecture or my dad will have my head.” Fiero said and wakled away. “Bye!” Gali called and skipped after him. Fabala turned her head and stared out at the city. Gali kissed Fiero goodbye and walked back over to her roommate. “We need to go too.” She said once she’d gotten the Twi-Lek’s attention. Fabala nodded and the two walked back to their rooms. She walked into her room and shut the door. With a sigh, she sprawled out on the bed and hugged a pillow. Ness’ah shyly pushed the door open and flicked the lights off and on. Fabala rolled over and sat up. “Hey.” She said and smiled. Ness’ah wheeled into the room. “Hey. Mind if I hang out?” She asked. Fabala grinned. “Of course not.” She said. She levitated the girl and set her on the bed beside her. “That is so cool.” Ness’ah said. “Thanks.” Fabala said absently. She took a deep breath. “Ness’ah I need to tell you something and you can’t tell anyone.” Fabala said sternly. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ She thought. Still, her need to confide in someone outweighed her caution. “Ok.” Ness’ah said softly. Fabala got up and shut and locked the door. “Mr. Chèvre is a Jedi. That’s why he was arrested. He was starting to teach me some more things when they took him away.” Fabala said. Ness’ah’s eyes widened. “Really?” She gasped. “Yes. But you CAN’T tell ANYONE, or we’ll both be in trouble. Promise.” She said. Ness’ah nodded. “I promise. So what are you going to see the governer about?” She asked. “I was eavesdropping.” She added sheepishly. Fabala shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’m going to tell him about Mr. Chèvre and the others. Oh he didn’t say there were others but I know there must be. I’ve seen him reading letters and he wont’ tell me who they’re from.” Fabala said. Ness’ah smiled. “That’s great.” She said. A few minutes later, the door flew open and Gali walked in. “Hi you two.” She said and took a deep breath. “Fabala, now that we’re such good friends, I want to help you.” She said. Fabala stared at her. “Help me how?” She asked suspiciously. “You need a makeover and I’m the best person around to give you one. True, you’re my toughest case, but don’t worry! I’ll succeed! Just stick with me and you’ll be popular in no time.” She said. She jumped up of the bed and stood in front of Fabala. “I’ll help you with boys, and fashion, teach you slang, help you figure out how to fix your head-tails…don’t look so shocked, Fabala! I’m only trying to help! Besides I know what I’m doing.” She said. Gali skipped into her room and returned a few minutes later with a bag of makeup. “NO!” Fabala shouted. Gali ignored her. “Let’s see….” She muttered to herself as she dug through the bag. “Aha!” She fished out a tube of lipstick and an eye shadow palette. She skipped over to the bed and sat down in front of Fabala “This is never going to work!” Fabala protested. Gali giggled. “Quit being so negative!” She said and started applying the eye shadow and lipstick. “Now…what to do with your lekku…Oooh! I know!” She ran back into her room and returned a few minutes later with two pink ribbons. She wrapped the ribbons around Fabala’s lekku and tied them in knots at the end of each head-tail. “Pink goes good with green!” She squealed and handed Fabala a mirror. “Look at you! You’re beautiful.” She said. Fabala studied her reflection. For a minute it seemed like Gali really had transformed her. She sighed and forced herself to look away. “I need to go to bed.” She said. She thrust the mirror at Gali and walked out of the room. “You’re welcome!” Gali called indignantly after her. She flopped down on her bed and stared at her reflection. “You’re turn.” She said to Ness’ah. “Stay away from me!” Ness’ah said as she rolled out of the room. She went down the hallway toward her room and saw Fiero coming toward her. “Hey Ness’ah. Have you seen Fabala?” He asked. She pointed to the balcony. “Thanks.” He said. He walked up behind her and touched her shoulder. The Twi-Lek jumped and turned around. “What do you want?” She asked crossly. “To talk. I saw you at the party. Gali told me what happened. I’m really sorry. She doesn’t think sometimes.” He said. Fabala shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.” She said. “Yes it does. I want to make it up to you.” Fiero said. “Oh please. Save yourself the trouble.” Fabala snapped. He smiled at her. “I really admired the way you handled yourself. You didn’t let them get to you. I think that’s’ cool.” He said. Fabala could feel herself blushing. “Thanks.” She muttered. “Soo…you want to go do something?” He asked suddenly. Fabala stared at him. “What about Gali?” She asked tartly. Fiero grinned. “I broke up with her a few minutes ago. I realized tonight how selfish and shallow she is.” He said. Fabala arched her eyebrow. “And you’re not? You almost ran me over, remember?” She asked crossly. “You still haven’t forgiven me for that, have you? I told you I was sorry. And no, I’m not…that…shallow. So, you want to go do something or what?” He asked again. “Oh, ok.” Fabala said hesitantly. “Great.” Fiero said. He offered her his arm and she followed him from the palace. “Where are we going?” Fabala asked a few minutes later. “You’ll see.” Fiero said. He led her to a small boat and helped her inside. Fabala gasped as the little wooden gondola began to move down the lamp-lit river. “This is beautiful.” Fabala said. Fiero grinned. “Yes you are... I mean it is.” He said. She blushed and giggled. “Are you hungry?” Fiero asked. Fabala nodded and Fiero signaled to the gondolier. He brought the boat up along a small dock and Fiero climbed out. He offered Fabala his hand and she took it. He helped her out onto the dock and she took his arm. “There’s a great restaurant just up the way here and our gondolier will be waiting for us when we get back.” He said. Fabala smiled throughout the entire meal. ‘How was your salad?” Fiero asked as they headed back to the boat. “Wonderful. And how was your steak?” Fabala asked. Fiero grinned. “Great.” He said as he climbed into the boat. Fabala got in beside him and leaned her head shyly on his shoulder. “You’re beautiful, you know.” He said, looking down at her. Fabala made a face. “Don’t lie to me.” She said. He shook his head. “It’s not lying, it’s it’s seeing things in a different light.” He said. Fabala grinned. “Thank you.” She said and closed her eyes. Fiero bent down and softly kissed the top of her forehead. Fabala’s checks turned emerald green and she opened her eyes. “I ought to push you out of the boat.” She said, trying to act cross. “But I have to pay and take you home.” He said and laughed. Fabala grinned. “Well then I guess I won’t.” She said and watched the river float by. “Here we are.” Fiero said after he got her attention. He paid the gondolier and escorted Fabala up to her room. “Goodnight, Fabala.” He said. “Goodnight, Fiero.” Fabala said. He kissed her quickly and walked down the hall. Smiling broadly, Fabala went into her room and shut the door. She changed into her nightgown and untied the ribbons. She climbed into bed and fell asleep. Gali walked into her room the next morning carrying a long blue dress. She flipped Fabala’s lights off and on. “What are you doing in here?” Fabala demanded angrily as she sat up. “You need to wear this.” Gali said and dropped the dress on Fabala’s bed. She sat up and looked at it. It was dark blue and long, with a full skirt. The skirt was covered in midnight-blue beads and the sleeves, which were long, were made of a gauzy material and embroidered with blue and silver sequins. “I brought shoes and ribbons too.” Gali said. She held up a pair of dark blue flats and two royal blue ribbons with silver and blue stones stitched into them. Gali placed the shoes and the ribbons on the bed and left. Fabala sighed and got out of bed. ‘Why not?’ She thought. She changed into the clothes and wrapped the ribbons around her lekku. Feeling self-conscious, she grabbed a muffin out of her refrigerator and ate it on the way to class. “What?” She asked as she walked into the room. Fiero and several other students were staring at her. “You’ve been Galified.” He said. Fabala laughed. “So? I figured everyone was going to stare at me anyway. Might as well have a reason.” She walked past him and over to her seat. Fiero stared after her as Gali came up behind him. “Hello? Courusant to Fiero.” She said and waved her hand in front of his face. “Oh! Sorry. Hi Gali.” He said. Gali huffed. “Hi.” She said sullenly. She walked over to her seat and sat down. Fiero followed her and sat down beside Fabala. Gali clinched her teeth and glowered at the back of his head. “Good morning, class.” The tall human said as he walked into the room. He was young and handsome, with short brown hair and dark blue eyes. “Good morning.” The class replied. “This morning I’m going to be discussing the menace known as the Jedi.” He said. He started his lecture and Fabala could feel herself growing angrier and angrier. Halfway through, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me.” She called and stood up. “Just where exactly are you getting your information?” She demanded. The teacher stared at her. “And who exactly are you?” He asked. “My name’s Fabala and I can’t listen to this anymore.” She said. She picked up her books and started for the door. “When you decide to tell the truth, come tell me and I’ll be happy to rejoin your class.” She walked out of the classroom and headed back to her room. Fabala forced herself to take deep breaths as she walked. Once she reached her room, she walked inside and shut the door. She concentrated and soon had every stick of furniture in the room whirling above her head. She grinned and laughed as she brought the objects back down. -----signature----- I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so, some things I cannot change, but till Itry I'll never know!
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Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 12/29/06 3:51am Subject: RE: No One Lays a Lily On Their Grave, rated PG, updated version, Crossover between Wicked and Star
	Oooh, very nice. The title really helps, as does the spacing. I also like the story line as well. Are you intending on following the Wicked plot, or are you just borrowing general ideas? Either way, I can't wait for more. Do you mind PMing me when you update, please? ~MJ -----signature----- I happen to suffer from the incurable disease Obsessive-Shipperitus Most prominent symptoms are mushy fics of the fangirl variety. Don't know if I'm contagious or not.
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Fabala Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 1/2/07 2:35pm Subject: RE: No One Lays a Lily On Their Grave, rated PG, updated version, Crossover between Wicked and Star
	Fiero walked into the room and whistled in amazement. He approached Fabala warily and tapped her shoulder. She pun around and grinned at him. “What are you doing here? Did you miss class again?” She asked. He shook his head. “Nope. I left right after you did.” He said. “But your dad will kill you if you miss more class.” Fabala said, amazed. “I don’t care. Listen, I’ve done some digging and…” He turned away from her and shut the door. “So you see we have to tell someone. What?” He asked at the confused look on her face. “I can’t read your lips if you’re not looking at me.” Fabala said crossly. “Oh. Sorry. I’ve found out why Mr. Chevre was arrested a.” He said. “You have? Why?” Fabala said eagerly. “Because he was a Jedi and he was training OTHER Jedi. I went through his papers and came up with a whole list of his ‘studennt’s.’ I snuck in there last night after I dropped you off. I was thinking maybe we could go visit some of these people.” He handed the list to Fabala who scanned it briefly. “Oh Fiero! This is wonderful! Thank you!” She exclaimed and threw her arms around him. “You’re welcome. So…you wanna go make some house calls?” He said once she’d stepepd back. “Yes!” Fabala threw on a long black cloack and walked back over to Fiero. “I don’t look too…stupid in this do I?” She asked and indicated her fancy dress, shoes and ribbons. “You look beautfiful.” Fiero assured her. “Thanks.” Fabala said as she followed him from the room. They left the governor’s mansion and began making their way down the side-streets of Crusant. She handed Fiero the list of students and he put it in his pocket. “These people live in some pretty horrendable neighborhoods, huh?” Fiero said at one point. Fabala nodded and clutched his arm. They were walking down one of the poorer districts in Courusant, scanning the house numbers. “Aha!” Fiero said and walked up to the door. He knocked and after a few minutes, a short, thin human came to the door. “Can I help you?” She asked shly, peering around the doorframe at Fiero and Fabala. “We’re looking for an Aylia Starr.” Fiero said. The girl frowned and ran a hand through her dark brown hair. “Who’s we?” She asked suspiciously. “I’m Fiero Trig and this is Fabala. She was a student of Mr…I mean Master Chevre.” Fiero explained. “He was arrested the other morning and we’ve come to warn you and the rest of his students.” Fabala blurted. Aylia’s eyes widened. “Just a minute.” She said. She reached out hand placed a hand on Fabala’s shoulder. The Twi’Lek flinched as she felt something slip into her mind. ‘It’s ok.” Aylia thought gently and Fabala relaxed. After a minute, she removed her hand. “Ok. I”ll tell the others. Thank you.” She said and walked back inside. “Now what?” Fiero asked as Aylia shut the door. Fabala shrugged. “Go back to school I guess.” She said. Fiero frowned as her stomach rumbled. “Let’s go grab some food first, my treat.” He said. Fabala grinned. “Ok.” She said and followed him to a nearby hover-trolley. “Well, I’ve managed to miss all my classes again.” Fiero said as he walked Fabala back up to the school. She laughed and shook her head. “You’re never gonna pass.” She said. “Well, what about you? Did you have any more classes today?” Fiero asked. Fabala shook her head. “Nope. That one this morning was it.” She said and opened the door. She and Fiero had barely walkedi nto the building when they were surronded by the Governor’s guards. Chapter 4 “What’s going on?” Fiero demanded angrily. “The governor’s waiting.” One of the guards said and motined for the two of them to follow them. Fabala took Fiero’s hand as she walked between the guards. “Are you going to tell him?” Fiero mouthed as they walked. Fabal anodded. She shivered as she followed the guards up the three flights of stairs and down the white marble hallway toward the governor’s office. “Welcome, Fabala, Fiero.” The Governor said as he ushered the two into his office. Fabala grinned as she sat down in one of the soft leather chairs. She studied the governor as he walked back behind his desk. He was short and going bald. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and pants and what little hair that he did have was grey. He peered out at the two students out of dark blue eyes hidden behind old-fashioned looking glasses. “Well, Miss Fabala, I hear you have a quite a talent. Something to do with your mind?” He said. Fabala smiled. “Yes sir and actually I wanted to talk to you about that. You see, one of the teachers, Mr. Chèvre was fired a few weeks ago and I think it was because someone thought he was a Jedi and then yesterday a new teacher spent the entire morning lecturing about the ‘Jedi menace’ and frankly sir, I find such attitudes completely ridiculous and—” The Governer held up his hand. “Yes yes, we’ll get to that. But first I have a little, test for you. If you’ll follow me.” He stood up and Fabala and Fiero followed him from the room. He led them through a door and down a long winding flight of stairs. “Where are we going?” Fabala whispered to Fiyero. The Theelin shrugged. “I don’t know.” He whispered back. The Governor led the girls into a large, dark room. As Fabala’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, she made out a large group of people clustered against a wall. The Governor tapped her on the shoulder. “They’re a group of refugees and we just learned the other day that they’re all deaf. We don’t know signs and they can’t speak. I was hoping maybe you could ‘see’ what they were thinking and tell me so I can see that they get the proper medical care.” He said. Fabala beamed. “Sure! I’ll be happy to help.” She said. She concentrated on the group and watched as their thoughts formed words that played across her mind. “This doesn’t make sense. They’re talking about something called a Rebel Base. They’re saying that it’s on Hoth and it needs supplies really badly because the winters there are awful, but they haven’t said a thing about themselves.” Fabala said, looking confused. The Governor grinned. “So that’s where it is! Thank you, Fabala. You’ve been quite helpful. Guards, take these people away.” He said coldly. “Guards? What’s going on? What did I tell you?” Fabala demanded. “I’ve been trying for weeks to get them to tell me where their base is and you my dear did it in about five minutes. Now at last I’ll be able to find renegade Jedi that started this miserable little rebellion.” He said. Fabala stared at him, confusion and anger written across her face. “You lied to me!” She shouted. “You never were going to help me at all! You just wanted to use me! Well that’s it! No more! I’m not helping you ever again. In fact, I will fight you till the day I die.” Fabala turned and ran from the room. Fiero stared after her hopelessly. “She didn’t mean it, sir. I’ll go get her and everything will be fine.” Fiero rolled out of the room and chased after her friends. “Guards!” The Governer shouted. His men and Madame Marrable rushed into the room. He briefly explained the situation and Marrable went to make a public announcement. “Citizens of Courusant! We have a traitor in our midst. She is an enemy that must be found and captured. Believe nothing she says. She’s evil, responsible for the aiding and abetting of traitors to the Empire like herself. She’s a Twi-Lek, green and deaf…” Marrable continued her address. Fabala was gasping for air by the time she reached the attic. ‘Oh great, now what do I do?’ She dashed inside and was about to slam the door when Fiero walked in behind her. “Fabala!” He said angrily. “Be quiet. I have to barricade the door.” Fabala snapped. She levitated a chair and slid it in front of the door. “Fabala! Why couldn’t you stay calm for once! You’ve ruined your cause! I hope you’re happy!” Fiero said angrily. “At least I care about something other than myself, so just leave me alone. I have to think up a way to get out ofh ere.” Fabala snapped and started digging through the piles of junk stacked around the attic. Fiero took her arm. “I do care about something else, Fabala. I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently. “Then say out of this and I won’t.” She snapped nad pulled away. “I can’t stay out of it.” Fiero insisted, after he’d gotten her attention. “I love you, Fabala.” She stared at him. “You do?” She said. He nodded. Fabala started blushing. “I, I love you too.” She said. He bent down and kissed her. “The truth is, I’ve loved you since that night at the party.” He said. Fabala blushed again. “You’re not just saying all this, are you? I can’t believe you really feel this way.” She said. He took her hand. “Yes I really mean it.” He said and the door flew open. The guards stormed into the room and surrounded the couple. Fiero released Fabala and pulled out a blaster. “Go!” He shouted to her as he aimed the gun at the guards. He shot and one of the men fell, leaving only two more. Fabala levitated a piece of furniture and threw it at the other guard. The one that was left pulled out a blaster and aimed it at Fiero. “Fiero, don’t.” Fabala said. Fiero glanced at her. “Go!”He insisted. Stifling a sob, Fabala dashed over to the curiously shaped ship that she had noticed earlier. It was circular and reminded her of a buble. Fabala climbed inside and fiddled with the controls. Her hands shook as she pressed random buttons and finally the craft roared to life and lifted into the air. Fabala relaxed against the seat as the giant ‘bubble’ began to fly thorugh the air. She slowly turned the craft around and flew over Fiero. “Come on.” She called and stuck her hand out through the winodw. “No! Go I’ll keep them away from you. There’s more coming up the stiars. Go!” Fiero said. “I love you.” Fabala said as she flew the machine out the window. -----signature----- I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so, some things I cannot change, but till Itry I'll never know!
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