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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/29/05 1:28pm Subject: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	[Before anyone starts to get angry... ] {This started off with the simple idea of a Jaina/Lowbacca mushfic for another forum, which then evolved into a radical AU; but there's no Jaya/Lowie in what I'm posting now, no mush either: it started with a feeling that I needed to explain some of what I was doing in advance, and grew into a bizarre 1500 word introduction. The intended sequel, the 'real' story (or is that "the real 'story'"?), might appear later, but it will come here only with the approval of the Mods. I'm really not quite sure what to make of this, so let me know what you think, people. Or, alternatively, ignore this post, wait for the 'fic proper, and then compare notes on your reactions...} *** “The Morning After” [From Spoken in the Stars: An Anthology of 100,000 Years of Galactic Prose and Verse, ed. Chek’nzynikk O. mh’N., L. O’K. Aonish Jones, and V.K. Lizalla (Drall, 1138.421)] Translator’s note: the short Xaczik story entitled Grozdrrl, composed according to tradition by Low Bacca himself, but more cautiously assigned by scholars to a gifted poet of the Drrrlykam Era, is rightly regarded as a minor classic of Galactic literature. But the leap the translator must make to put the text into a human language is a long one. The short Xaczik story was a popular form among writers of the Drrrlykam Era, both Wookiee and non-Wookiee – a brief and dramatically coherent piece, typically constructed around a single idea, emotion or incident: the Xaczik phrase conventionally rendered as ‘short story’ would be more literally translated ‘single-staff’ or ‘one-post’. But even among Wookiees, even when it was stil a living tongue in Thikkiiana and the Wartaki Islands, Xaczik was regarded as an aran, a ‘difficult language’. Sudias’ famous statement that compositions in this intricate dialect were valued for their inherrent ‘difficulty’ should not, however, be taken to mean that the intentions of authors or the expectations of readers were dominated by the technical brilliance demanded by the form. Rather, both writers and readers valued the ‘one-post’ because of the complexity of thought and expression that the challenging idiom allowed: in the words of Chal Tobuck, ‘Xaczik is a reward for thought’. The reward remains, but it is buried treasure, now, locked in a language that even specialists would hesitate to claim fluent understanding of. The modern translator faces the double problem of trying to capture the complex and subtle meaning of the text, and conveying it to the reader in a language very different from that in which it was originally expressed. But that has not discouraged modern renderings of this particular story, and it is known to many who speak not a word of Xaczik, nor even Jowiiwook or Wookar. The three most famous modern versions are Ovio’s ‘Sky Passion’ and the prose and verse translations by Surrel, ‘Dawn Light’ and ‘Morning Glory’. The multiple interpretations collected under the title Thirty Kinds of Sunrise – A Partial Translation by the Chiss writer Teyrn are less well-known, though deserving of a wider audience. I can makes no claim to match the text’s previous translators for literary greatness, and my debt to them will be evident to any reader familiar with their versions. I am profoundly grateful to my friend Venza Lizalla for asking me to, in her own words, ‘answer the challenge’ of translating Grozdrrl; but in line with the overall goals of this anthology, my aim has been simply a ‘new translation’, rendered – inasmuch as such a thing is possible for a Drrlykam Era Xaczik piece – in straightforward modern prose. It might, of course, come as a surprise to some readers to find Grozdrrl presented as narrative prose at all; but the human distinction into prose or poetry is alien to Xaczik; the translator’s convention - for that is all it is - is largely defined by whether or not a piece contains dialogue in Jowiiwook or Shyriiwook. Grozdrrl, of course, though often translated and studied as a ‘Xaczik poem’, contains skillfully-cadenced dialogue in both the demotic Jowiiwook of the time and, far more unusually, Crrlar, the primary human language of the Drrlykam Era – the native tongue of Low Bacca’s mate Jiyhna. The contrast between the three languages plays an important role in the text, one that it is perhaps impossible to capture precisely in an age where Wookar is the common tongue of Wookiee and human, and of many who can count representatives of both races among their ancestors. Still harder to express is the nuance of Wookiee/human Rishathra for a generation when the knowledge of the Emperor’s tyranny was still a living memory rather than the shadow of a legend. The translator has, reluctantly, made the decision to leave Low Bacca’s words in glossed Jowiiwook, but to translate Jiyhna’s dialogue along with the narrative prose. While this cannot offer an exact reflection of the sophisticated interplay of Xaczik, Jowiiwook and Crrlar in the original text, it is hoped that it does go some way towards representing the mood and texture of the original. At the same time, a short explanation of the subtleties of language in the Drrlykam Era will perhaps be useful for the general reader in an age where one well-informed general work can describe Wookar as “a daughter-tongue of Crrlar” and another can speak of the “physical inability to speak Drywookar (‘Jowiiwook’) which had been the core of Palbacca’s hatred of non-wookoid species”. Jowiiwook, sometimes known as ‘Galactic Basic’ by Crrlar-speakers, was of course the language of the Galaxy under the New Republic, as it was under the Empire and Old Republic – the primary language of government, the interspecies demotic of high culture, and the universal commercial lingua franca. Descended primarily from Old High Shyriiwook, it remained an emphatically Wookiee tongue, with all the complexity, subtlety and beauty of expression that that implies, and it was widely spoken among most wookoid species, and by many nonwookoids. The claim that humans (or ‘hairless apes’ in general) were “unable to speak Jowiiwook” was a commonplace long before the rise of the Empire, and it remained current long after Palbacca’s overthrow. Even today, the influence of the idea still lingers both in scholarly circles and popular society. But it is fundamentally incorrect. Although the linguistic basis of Crrlar and other pre-modern human languages was fundamentally alien to that of the ‘classical’ Wookiee tongues, there was no inherrent physical or intellectual bar on a full-blood human acquiring fluency. The problem that they had to overcome was that Jowiiwook was foreign to them not simply in grammar and vocabulary, but in the most fundamental principals of construction and expression. Even more so than modern Wookar, the classical Wookiee languages were based on throat growls, overlayered and interwoven in a complex, lyrical song, and often inflected by physical gestures. In the native human speech-systems, however, tongue and teeth were used to produce distinct syllabic breathings, which could not be easily manipulated in the ways still familiar to any Wookar-speaker. Instead, words and sentences were built up in a rigid manner as end-to-tail constructions of phonetic units, giving old human languages a bizarre sound to Wookiee ears – words like ‘chopped’, ‘bitten’, ‘primitive’ and ‘animalistic’ were often used, as they are now by Wookar-speaking humans exposed to samples of pre-modern human speech. While the ‘building-block’ structure of Crrlar made it possible for Jowiiwook-speaking Wookiees to learn it in adulthood, Jowiiwook required a radical physical and mental adjustment for a Crrlar-speaking human. Before the end of the Drrrlykam Era, very few humans had the intensive, early ‘milk and cradle’ exposure which would have allowed them to learn the language well – though even fewer Wookiees siezed any opportunity to learn any Crrlar at all. A few adult Wookiees were able, with difficulty, to acquire a little human, and systems of spoken and written transcription, largely droid-devised, were in use from an early date, but the fundamental linguistic situation prevalent under the Old Republic, was one of separation and mutual uninteligibility. While it is possible that there was an early stage of fruitful and even-handed cooperation between humans and Wookiees, there is no evidence that Corellia stood alongside Duro, Coruscant, Kashyyyk and Killik Prime among the founding worlds of the Old Republic. Too much weight should not be placed on the fact that several human names are of Wookie origin, and one or two Wookiee ones may in fact be ‘human’. Palbacca’s New Order merely exploited the existing circumstances to build an ideology of segregation and racial oppression. Even under the New Republic, with its moral stress on interspecies equality, the practical situation remained the same. In part, the lingering effect of Palbacca’s policies were still being felt; scholars were reluctant to abandon the idea of ‘evolutionary incapacity’, and many humans, having known segregation and even slavery in their cub years and young adulthood, understandably associated Jowiiwook with the system that had demeaned them as ‘sub-Wookiee’. The extent to which humans partially raised in Wookiee households, like Jiyhna herself, could speak Jowiiwook remains debated – the evidence of Grozdrrl should not be stressed too far in either direction. But they dared, for the first time, to make themselves understood to Wookiees on their own terms, and the half-blood sons and daughters of mixed matings were raised with both Crrlar and Jowiiwook. It was from these children that bilingualism and reconciliation spread, “not in the crib, but in the nursery ring”; and from bilingualism, a single new language rapidly developed – one founded in Jowiiwook, but in which both Wookiees and humans could be equal partners. Modern Wookar, with its variants, is, of course, the ultimate product of this process. Grozdrrl is, in its own way, a witness to this same change, and the shifts in attitudes which brought it about, and while we need not credit the more romantic stories attached to the text, this is in part the reason for its survival and its fame. But at the same time, the Xaczik form is fundamentally representative of linguistic and cultural values from an age before this change began, and its survival enriches our culture, our understanding, and our heritage. Quite apart from these things, it is also, of course, a superb piece of writing in its own right. I have done what I can to do it justice. -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Spike2002 Title: Former FF-UK RSA and Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 5/29/05 1:58pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	Well we got a great crash-course in the Shyriiwook language and its sub-dialects -----signature----- There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/29/05 1:59pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	SOOOOO.... You're pushing the limits, posting the backstory first, and hoping not to get banned? Will there be more? And when will you write Yuuzhan Vong again? -----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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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/30/05 7:00am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	Spike: Well we got a great crash-course in the Shyriiwook language and its sub-dialects From a certain point of view... Vc: SOOOOO.... You're pushing the limits, posting the backstory first, and hoping not to get banned? Not quite, no... I don't personally see anything inappropriate in this 'fic - it contains oblique references to a semi-legendary Jaina/Lowie relationship (in a strongly AU context) and off-camera allusions to half-breed human/Wookiee kids... Maybe it doesn't work ( ), but I see it as an experiment in language and meaning, where I hope the reader almost has to think about intent, translation, POV and subtext - though, to avoid confusion, I should say that in that sense, it has nothing directly to do with the Rishathra rules here, and certanly isn't intended to "challenge" anything in that sense... Bear in mind that this 'fic wasn't written for these boards and has in fact been available elsewhere for two months... Will there be more? That however definately depends on whether the Mods approve... And when will you write Yuuzhan Vong again? When someone vongforms some hoojibs? - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/30/05 7:14am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	pokes I don't even know what a hoojib IS. -----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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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/30/05 7:46am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU) - Date Edited: 5/30/05 7:47am (2 edits total) Edited By: Thrawn McEwok
	SW bunnies? - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/30/05 8:39am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	Oh. Already done it. They're called Tazerrats now. -----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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lurker2209 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 9:29am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	So this guys idea of history is based on a Wookie-dominated society? Interesting, very interesting... Actually what this fic reminds me of is my brief time spent lurking on the Tolkien Language List, where people much smarter than I discuessed the complexities of etymology. This, I understand a bit better, and languages are really fascinating things. ~Lurker -----signature----- "When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another." ~ John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/31/05 2:41pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU) - Date Edited: 5/31/05 2:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thrawn McEwok
	Vc: Oh. Already done it. They're called Tazerrats now. Well, I think one of them grew up into a highly appropriate Monty Python & the Quest for the Holy Grail parody... ("You silly sod! It's just a rabbit!") And you just gave me an idea about a hoojib called Spliff. My hoojibs are producing hoojibs - well, what do you expect, I guess? lurker: So this guys idea of history is based on a Wookie-dominated society? Interesting, very interesting... Aye, that's why it's an AU... there's one line in the actual 'fic itself that suggests where the fundamental change took place... Actually what this fic reminds me of is my brief time spent lurking on the Tolkien Language List, where people much smarter than I discuessed the complexities of etymology. This, I understand a bit better, and languages are really fascinating things. Thanks! I'm not much of a linguist myself (probably something to do with grammar and phonetic qualities in Scots varying wildly according to register - you guys didn't think I spoke English, did you!? ) but that was pretty much what I was going for! - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 6/2/05 3:11pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU) - Date Edited: 6/2/05 3:15pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Thrawn McEwok
	[Deep breath... okay, the 'fic has been approved!!! Thanks to LadyPadme and all the ModSquad people who read it over with a suitably jaundiced eye - you know who you are, even if I don't! Any excessive squickiness that remains is still my own fault, of course - but is probably due to rewriting something innoccuous just to avoid potential misreadings... Needless to say - if this is met with deafening howls of protest, then I might have to rethink my POV on the parameters here (and yes, that would be my responsibility too!)... but I hope you enjoy it!! ] “The Morning After” Low Bacca, captain of the Ciiirdrrrlykam, stepped through the hatchway into the main hold of the old freighter, whistling happily – and stopped short in his tracks, mid-stride and mid-note – slammed abruptly to a halt like a ship dragged out of hyperspace by an interdiction field. Jiyhna, the Drrrlykam’s human first mate, was kneeling in front of an open access-hatch in the forward bulkhead, soldering the seams of a coupling-sheathe shut with an oxy-torch. It was a sight he’d seen countless times before – the Crrrlwook girl was one of his oldest and closest friends, and they had shared the old freigther for three standard years now, captain and mate. He should have been no more shocked by the sight of her than by the hair on the back of his own paws. But today, now, this morning? His blue eyes tickled the bare soles of her feet, then flicked up past her tool-hung utility-belt, following the curve of her spine until it disappeared under her crop. After last night? Now it was different. “Jiie’grr!” he roared. She glanced round at him and answered with a good-natured human grin, pushing up the tinted goggles that were her only protection against the heat and sparks. There would be spark-burns on her shoulders now, he realised - but what was wrong with that? Hairless human skin wasn't as tough as Wookiee pelt, but he couldn't imagine Jiyhna buttonned up from toes to throat in layers of tailored fabric like a Chiss or Falleen. They shared the same civilized attitude to clothes - rarely more than a loose vest and a pair of shorts, pouched and pocketed to carry tools in. He vaguely remembered some fuss about whether it represented "cultural slavery" back when he'd been a kid, but it had never bothered him. Until today, anyway. “Nah-Geyy’nuh?” he asked, with a wave of his arms to indicate his enthusiasm. She blushed, stood up, and asked, in human, if he knew where the hydrospanner was. “Hurrh!” he agreed, beaming broadly back at her, glancing around for the tool. But his eyes strayed back to her, and he strolled over, clamping his heavy paws on her hairless shoulders, and grined down at her. “Yhh’grr-n’Huuh-Ji” [I know,] she blushed back. For a moment, they kissed, and pressed their bodies aganst each other, his fur against her skin, tongues tasting each other’s lips. Then, blushing fiercely, she broke away. [I need to get back to work, Low], she whispered, looking down at his toes. She pulled down the mask over her eyes again, as though to hide her blush, and he rolled an affectionate phrase at her, ruffling her hair, then folding his arms across his chest and watching her turn back to her work. She fired up the oxy-torch again, and went back to her welding without another word. Behind her, he stood silent and upright, watchful and calm – outwardly, every inch a Wookiee captain aboard his own ship. Outwardly. Inside, his stomach felt as if it was dancing, and he didn’t know if it was terror or delight. Humans were so different, their moods and ideas so alien to Wookiees – even Jiyhna, who had grown up with his own family as much as she had with her own human clan, even Jiyhna, who’d been his friend and comrade for so many years – first at the Jedi Academy, then with Five Brothers Squadron in the war against the Chazrakh, and finally, alone together aboard the Drrlykam. And now…? Last night, they had seemed to need no words – they had been two halves of one perfect whole; but now, she was a human again, and he was a Wookiee, and their hesitant attempts to reach out to each other only seemed to remind them both that the gap between them was parsecs wide – as wide as the spacelanes between Kashyyyk and Corellia were long. He looked at her, and felt a shiver as his gaze roamed over her shoulders, a shiver of guilt for what they’d done. Jiie was very short, and very… very… unwookiee. The muscles and curves of her body were as toned and taut and agile as those beneath Rabba’s fur had been, but her skin was ryyhn-smooth and hairless – utterly, inexcusably hairless. Like most humans, she didn’t have much hair except for her scalp-mane, and she shaved what little she did have off. Perhaps that was why he found her mane so quixotically fascinating. Like a lot of human females, she wore it long – today, it was brushed back into a loose knot and fanned out again across her shoulders in a flat-brush tail. But she sometimes wore her mane down over her shoulderblades in sleek dark falls, and sometimes she let he hair beneath her armpits grow wild and luxuriously thick. And last night, her hair had been all ornately braided into tight loops and twists that he’d kissed and stroked and found all sorts of things to do with. But that, of course, had been after they’d realised they were in love. It wasn’t the first time they’d felt that electric tension between them when working in the Drrlykam’s engineering spaces. But it was the first time they hadn’t broken away. They’d kissed, and hugged, and kissed some more, and their lives and bodies had seemed to tangle together as naturally as a braiding-knot drawing tight – and as he grazed her soft skin with his teeth, and she knitted her clever human fingers in his fur... They’d fallen in love. Low Bacca growled again, not sure if it was from desire for Jiyhna, or despair for himself. Love. With a human. He’d always thought of himself as a normal, red-blooded Wookiee. He’d had a huge teenage crush on Aunt Malla – herself every bit as much a hero as Uncle Chewie – and he’d dated for several years with Colonel Rabba Kyysh, whose Wookiee father had been one of the Empire’s greatest TIE pilots, and who now served as the Remnant’s liason with the alien Chiss in the Unknown Regions. But then again, Rabba had grown up with the Chiss, and she had been in a relationship with her Chiss wing guard before she hooked up with him. So his one serious Wookiee girlfriend had liked hairless apes as well. Great, he thought, growling wordlessly under his breath. He looked back at Jiie, and realised that he was growing hungry again. Hungry for her. Frowning, he accepted the simple fact that he found this alien monkey insanely beautiful, and tried to analyse exactly why. There had always been humans around when he was growing up, of course – above all, Jiie’s father Hhan, who had been Uncle Chewie’s best friend, and first mate of the Drrrlykam from long before he was born. Depending on who told it, Hhan had been partly, largely or entirely responsible for his parents getting together – and thus for his and his sister’s own birth. Hhan had been part of the family, formally adopted by Uncle Chewie as a brother, and that was how Low had always known him. Uncle Hhan – even if other people did sometimes make the mistake of thinking he was some sort of pet, or a sort of live counterpart to Artoo and Threepio. He’d never thought of Hhan’s dogged, stubborn loyalty as more than a part of who he was – someone who liked to stand back and offer support. When he’d finally learned why the human was such a loyal partner to his uncle, he’d felt a clench of discomfort low down in his guts. It’s a human tradition called a ‘debt of honour’, his Mom had explained. My brother rescued him from slavery, so he feels he owes him his life – literally. But it was his own answer that still shamed him most. Is it because humans were slaves? Various ideas had been advanced to explain why a species with a spacefaring civilization as old as the Old Republic was still regarded by so many representatives of the Galaxy’s dominant wookid species as ‘primitive’ – their homeworld’s lack of real cities, the hairless human phenotype, even the fact that the planet’s extensive wildernesses were composed of forest, tangled undergrowth, salt-sea oceans and sand desert rather than open plains or coral shallows. But none of that explained Hhan clan Solo at all. Hhan had his own family as well, of course – and Low had happy memories of his visits to the Solo clan-village on Corellia. Hhan’s wife Lowya, busy in the kitchen – bare feet, white apron and braided black hair. His father Jyhnashhh, introducing him to the mind-kicking human drink whhshkyy. And the three bustling man-cub children who came racing out of the hut to meet him, hugging his legs and scrambling around his feet – Jiyhna, Jowshyrn and Anakin. Happy memories. It seemed strange to think that that was when he’d first met Jiie – strange that she’d been so small, so funny. He yawned a laugh, and looked back at her, working. She was still small. He just didn’t notice it so much any more. She’d grown up. Of course, part of ‘growing up’ meant that she’d been the first to step forward at Hhan’s funeral, when the children insisted on taking up their father’s debt of honour after his death on Sernpidal. He’d been uneasy about that – doubly uneasly because Hhan’s death had been his own fault. He frowned at the memory, and wished it could have been different. But it wasn’t. And it wasn’t all bad, either. There was a very definate upside to Jiie’s having grown up. He was smiling again. And as he breathed a hungry, happy growl at her, she glanced back, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a human grin. It unsettled him – unsettled both of them, probably – but that was because it challenged their assumptions with simple reality. What they had done – that had just been fun. And a little crazy, to think that he could have fun like that, with this little alien. [Finished!] Jaya said, slam-locking the access hatch shut, turning round, and bouncing to her feet. He growled in agreement, and bounded across the deck to meet her in a joyful hug, his doubts forgotten. Jaina’s arms wrapped around him, slim fingers sliding through his fur, and he caught the balls of her bare shoulders in the pads of his own paws. She grinned at him, and he grinned back – neither of them needing to say anything else. There was something of a size differential, of course. Humans, especially females, were small and neat, with a simian dexterity rather than the massy physical strength of Wookies. But last night had taught them both that they could learn very quickly how to overcome the differences in height and biology – how to turn them to their advantage. He lifted her head in his heavy paws, to help pull her up and into him - but she launched forward all on her own, and suddenly her small human mouth was hot against his broad Wookiee muzzle, her agile tongue probing and pressing, playing with him. He pushed her away, shocked by the electricity of the contact. Scared. He looked own into her eyes, and saw how wide and hungry they were - how Wookiee. How like his own. She licked her lips, teasing him, and he began to smile back. “Yhh’grr-n’Huuh-Ji”, he told her, his voice becoming a low song of desire - sticking his tongue out at her and plunging down her throat Her mouth was suddenly full of Wookiee, and she couldn’t make a single word of protest, not even if she wanted to - not in human, anyway. So she just had to let her lips and tongue do her talking for her. -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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LadyPadme Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/2/05 3:28pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	I know I approved this, but this fic is such a jumble of contradictions I hardly know where to begin. I'm personally completely squicked out by the idea, but I have to hold up with the focus group decision on ISRRs. On the other hand, I find it to be very well written in terms of descriptors, backstory and dialogue. Wookiee nookie. Who knew? -----signature----- Evil Twin of Gabri_Jade When a baby smiles the world is happy "Damnit, man! I'm a doctor, not a physicist!" -- Leonard "Bones" McCoy
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Spike2002 Title: Former FF-UK RSA and Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 6/2/05 6:18pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	Trust McEwok to twist the whole Star Wars story around in a different direction and make the Wookiees the masters -----signature----- There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.
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Angel-of-Iego Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 6/3/05 5:10pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	In a really strange, “Planet of the Wookiees” kind of way, this works for me. But what does that say about me? Last night, they had seemed to need no words – they had been two halves of one perfect whole; but now, she was a human again, and he was a Wookiee, and their hesitant attempts to reach out to each other only seemed to remind them both that the gap between them was parsecs wide – as wide as the spacelanes between Kashyyyk and Corellia were long. But if you look beyond the furriness of one of the characters, (or the color of his fur?) it’s really no more than two individuals who come from different stations in life, (slave and master) and different species (race?) that fall in love with each other despite their differences. It happens now, and it happened during the days of slavery. True love knows no bounds… Hhan had been part of the family, formally adopted by Uncle Chewie as a brother, and that was how Low had always known him. Uncle Hhan – even if other people did sometimes make the mistake of thinking he was some sort of pet, or a sort of live counterpart to Artoo and Threepio. Han a pet? Interesting how things sort of fit in reverse - the debt of honor owed by Han’s family, Lowie being responsible for Han/s death, and Jiyhna stepping up to take up the life debt. And this: He’d always thought of himself as a normal, red-blooded Wookiee. He’d had a huge teenage crush on Aunt Malla – herself every bit as much a hero as Uncle Chewie – and he’d dated for several years with Colonel Rabba Kyysh, whose Wookiee father had been one of the Empire’s greatest TIE pilots, and who now served as the Remnant’s liason with the alien Chiss in the Unknown Regions. Hhan had his own family as well, of course – and Low had happy memories of his visits to the Solo clan-village on Corellia. Hhan’s wife Lowya, busy in the kitchen – bare feet, white apron and braided black hair. His father Jyhnashhh, introducing him to the mind-kicking human drink whhshkyy. And the three bustling man-cub children who came racing out of the hut to meet him, hugging his legs and scrambling around his feet – Jiyhna, Jowshyrn and Anakin. A very interesting look at the Solo clan from Lowie’s POV. “Man cub” made me think of Mowgli from The Jungle Book. Heehee. Shouldn’t Anakin be Anhakkyyn though? Very interesting… in an ‘Ewok kind of way. It left me pondering certain things, which is what good writing ultimately should do. And is it weird that this 'fic made me think of Disney fics in comparison? Well, there are a lot of Disney interspecies relationships, you know? [face_defensive] Angel -----signature----- The reason angels can fly is that they take themselves so lightly. Holder of the Ginger Wookiee with Black Stripe™ Finally! Recipient of the much coveted Golden Ewok™ 06-29-05
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JediCallista_1_6_e54 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 6/3/05 5:31pm Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	OK, I liked it except for one part....the armpit hair. I hate armpit hair! -----signature----- Many Bothans died to bring you Anakin_Sockwalker's sig.
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 6/4/05 3:25am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU) - Date Edited: 6/4/05 3:26am (1 edits total) Edited By: Thrawn McEwok
	LP: I know I approved this, but this fic is such a jumble of contradictions I hardly know where to begin. Thanks for doing the work, LP - and in a way, framing it as a "jumble of contradictions" makes me feel a lot better about some of the structural and storytelling flaws... Spike: Trust McEwok to twist the whole Star Wars story around in a different direction and make the Wookiees the masters And why not? Angel: In a really strange, “Planet of the Wookiees” kind of way, this works for me. But what does that say about me? You're a "Planet of the Wookiees" kind of girl? Do you look anything like Helena Bonham Carter? And what's the equivalent of a plot-bunny on the Planet of the Wookiees? Because you just gave me one... But if you look beyond the furriness of one of the characters, (or the color of his fur?) it’s really no more than two individuals who come from different stations in life, (slave and master) and different species (race?) that fall in love with each other despite their differences. It happens now, and it happened during the days of slavery. True love knows no bounds… Yes! It's hard to write intelligently or expansively on a theme of "yes, that's exactly what I wanted people to get out of it!" ( ) but thanks, and yes, and yes, and thanks... Han a pet? I bet Leia would like the idea... And Jabba could be female in this AU! Interesting how things sort of fit in reverse - the debt of honor owed by Han’s family, Lowie being responsible for Han/s death, and Jiyhna stepping up to take up the life debt. Aye... it's just a straight swap, in some ways - but I thought the characters still behaved like you'd expect them to with the turnaround in roles. Am I allowed to enjoy seeing what happens to them when I do things like that too? " " Aye. That's also a hint at how Rabba came to be working for the Empire of the Hand in The Courtship of Mistress Jaina... Which I need to write more of... A very interesting look at the Solo clan from Lowie’s POV. “Man cub” made me think of Mowgli from The Jungle Book. Heehee. Yep! :D I wanna be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other men I'm tired of monkeyin' around! Oh, oobee doo I wanna be like you I wanna walk like you Talk like you, too You'll see it's true An ape like me Can learn to be human too And am I allowed to be proud of my own unconscious for throwing in that reference without articulating it mentally to me? :D Shouldn’t Anakin be Anhakkyyn though? Not necessarily - an is a Shyriiwook word for "master" or "craftsman", and there's a small green bird on Kashyyyk called a mallakin (malla = 'precious green'; another point of contact between Aunt Mara and Aunt Malla! )... So (a.) I've done far too much thinking about Wookiee languages and (b.) I was imagining "Anakin" as a Wookiee name meaning something like "little craftsman"... But "Anhakkyyn" looks kinda cool, too.. :p Very interesting… in an ‘Ewok kind of way. It left me pondering certain things, which is what good writing ultimately should do. And is it weird that this 'fic made me think of Disney fics in comparison? Well, there are a lot of Disney interspecies relationships, you know? [face_defensive] Nothing wrong with that - like I said, it was at least partially unconsciously deliberate... and thanks again for such a great and thoughtful review! :D Can I just hold you up here for a moment as the perfect reader? JediCallista: OK, I liked it except for one part....the armpit hair. I hate armpit hair! :D Thanks, though! - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Wacky Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/4/05 3:53am Subject: RE: [ISRR] The Morning After (Jaina/Lowie AU)
	As soon as I read of "Palbacca's" demise at the end of the Empire, I realised we were dealing with a Wookiee professor. As well as the slight misinterpretations common to History like Galactic Basic or even claiming it was a precursor to Modern Wookiee speech. I reckon Napoleon would laugh at the innaccuracies we write about him now in the same way. PALBACCA FOR EMPEROR!
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