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Sache8 Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 10/23/04 10:09pm Subject: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- COMPLETED 10/02/2007!!! - Date Edited: 10/2/07 6:47pm (19 edits total) Edited By: Sache8
	TITLE- Forget Me Not AUTHORS- Sache8 and Melyanna RATING- PG-13 (mush, and… well, yeah. Basically just mush. Although I suppose you could count substance abuse issues) GENRE- Romance/ Mystery PAIRINGS- Sabewan, Saché/OC, and even more OC’s SUMMARY- Senator Sabé Naberrie of Naboo is unexpectedly reunited with an old friend when she requests aid in uncovering a threat to her people. Sequel to Dance With the Stars. DISCLAIMER- All hail the Great Flannelled One. Author’s Pre-Note: This is sequel to Dance With the Stars, which was pretty much TPM… with a twist. I’d recommend reading that to understand the details of the Naberrie family and the Naboo government in this story, which differ slightly from canon. Also, the characters of Helaine Trillium and Lanelle Caine belong to padawan lunetta, and make some fun cameos in this tale. Dramatis Personae Jon Bakuro- human male – businessman from Naboo Dooji Bip – Gungan male – Gungan senatorial representative Lanelle Caine – human female - Jedi Master Saché Drianna- human female – handmaiden to Senator Vána Obi-Wan Kenobi – human male – Jedi Knight Ceidron Metz – human male – political science student from Commenor Claria Elsinoré Naberrie – human female – Princess of Naboo Richard Naberrie – human male – Prince and King-Elect of Naboo Sabé Vána Naberrie – human female – Princess and Senator of Naboo Yvenne Sorenst – human female – Manager of Retisan Ranch, Naboo Anakin Skywalker – human male – Jedi Padawan Helaine Trillium – human female – Jedi Padawan Chapter One- Changes Theed, Naboo The sunlight that streamed into the east conference room seemed to shimmer, to sparkle. In its midst stood Richard Naberrie, hands clasped behind his back and chin raised high. It was a familiar pose for him, a sign of masked impatience that none but his family recognized. But Padmé recognized it, as she always did. “Good morning, Richard. Sorry I’m late,” she said as she entered the conference room. “Did you sleep well?” “For the two hours in which I was asleep, yes,” Richard replied, feeling as if his eyelids were being propped up somehow. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think my dear sister planned to have the election happen in the middle of the night by Theed time. Why was that, anyway?” Padmé merely smiled cryptically. “Didn’t you pay attention to the election committee briefings, brother? For shame. I should have the election results declared null and void.” “All they said was that it would be taking place at 1500 hours, Otoh Gunga time—oh.” Richard lowered his head. “The Gungans were voting in this election.” His sister shook her head. “Honestly, Richard, it’s being hailed as ‘the triumph of Amidala’s reign,’ bringing the Gungans actively into government.” Richard planted his hands on his hips and looked at her. “I think that’s the work of historians wanting to forget that you were the first ruler in centuries to send their sons into battle.” “Whether or not that is true,” Padmé said in the voice that meant that she secretly agreed with something that could be controversial, “the Gungans are the reason the election was held at that time. I spent the better part of two terms convincing Parliament to abolish the old anti-Gungan laws, and Mother spent the better part of her life trying to. The last thing we wanted to do was tell the Gungans that they had to be up at midnight to vote in this election.” “So it was better to have the actual candidates up later than that?” “Exactly.” Padmé smiled and suddenly hugged him. “Congratulations, Richard. I couldn’t have a better successor.” “Thank you, Padmé.” Richard hugged her back a little awkwardly. “You’ve left me surprisingly big shoes to fill, for such a small person.” “You know that you’ll always have me around to give you advice,” she replied. “Unless, of course, you decide to send your sister off somewhere to keep her out of your hair.” “Well, actually, Padmé,” he said, “I was talking with Sabé last night before the vote started.” “Yes?” “She wants to come home soon. Actually, her exact words were ‘I’m sick and tired of being cooped up on Coruscant all the time. I want to travel, and it’s frustrating having to be within an hour of the Senate chambers all the time in case there’s a vote.’ And then she told me not to tell you that.” Padmé smiled, linking her arm in her brother’s and strolling toward the doorway. “Well, Sabé did agree to replace Senator Malinz on his passing. I didn’t really expect her to enjoy the task—after all, what she’s always wanted to be is an ambassador. I’m surprised that she managed to stay there on Coruscant for the last year and a half.” “Poor, poor Sabé,” Richard said as they crossed the corridor and into a courtyard. “If she hadn’t teased me so much when we were little, I might feel sorry for her.” She laughed. “I think you played enough tricks on her and withheld enough information from her to make things even. Or have you forgotten Master Nenshall so soon?” Richard chuckled appreciatively. “Of course not. But that wasn’t withholding information, that was not speaking until spoken to.” “Which is exactly what Sabé would call it if she did such a thing.” Padmé sighed. “How is it that you’re more like my twin sister than I am?” “I don’t know, Padmé,” he replied. “I don’t know.” They took a turn through the courtyard, and Richard asked, “So what will my oldest and most ambitious sister be doing with herself now that she’s unemployed?” She gave him a sharp look. “I’ve got another three months to figure that out, Richard. I haven’t left office quite yet.” They stopped and faced each other. “Mother and Father would have been so proud,” she said. “I wish they could have seen this day.” Richard nodded solemnly. It had been two years since their father had died, from the lasting effects of disease and age. Before the Trade Federation invasion, not many people would have realized how old the Prince Consort was, but afterward everyone remembered that while Leiandra had married young, Armand had not. He had never fully recovered from the disease he’d contracted in the camps, and finally his weakened heart had failed him. It had been their father’s death more than anything else which had forced Richard to look at his life and his responsibilities. At fifteen he was the only male left in his line, and it was time for him to get serious about his place in the Naberrie family. He had begun then to look at Padmé as a mentor, and to everyone’s surprise he showed a remarkable aptitude for politics. Family connections or not, he’d never shown an interest in it, let alone talent. By the time he reached his seventeenth birthday, Padmé had sent him around the planet on missions negotiating trade agreements, settling labor disputes, and even attending formal functions in her name. And she had sought his counsel when she decided not to run for a third term, wanting to know if he was ready for the crown. Padmé squeezed his hand. “You will make a good King, little brother,” she said. “And you will one day make a good husband and father, if you ever decide to settle down.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “And what a scandal that would cause. Youngest child married before his three older sisters.” “If a scandal keeps men from chasing me everywhere, then so be it.” Padmé smiled, and together they laughed. Coruscant Scientists and historians had long speculated as to Coruscant’s original landscape and climate. What had it been like before it became the great city? Jon Bakuro was no scientist, but he always imagined that its people had been driven indoors because they were cold. He always felt a chill when he was out-of-doors on the capital. Perhaps the chill was due to the never-ending breezes, which whipped in a random cacophony over, under, and around him. They came from everywhere and nowhere. They were without order, created by the endless lines of traffic speeding its way through the skies. They brought the smell of industry and commerce, the sounds of trillions of people, and (to some) the taste of power. Jon, like many of the Naboo, saw Coruscant only as a necessary evil. He was a businessman, and galaxy-wide business thrived best if Coruscant was part of it. But compared to the fertile, lush fields and spectacular waterfalls of home, the capital seemed cold and imposing. He’d been coming here at regular intervals for nearly seven years, but it was only recently that he’d begun to look forward to his visits with genuine anticipation. His footsteps fell heavily on the duracrete of the landing platform as he stepped off the gangplank of his ship, Kaserta’s Glory. Coruscant’s gravity wasn’t very different from Naboo’s, but it was nonetheless noticeable. He raised his arm in greeting to a young man standing several feet away, who returned the gesture with a pleasant smile. “What brings you to the eyesore of the galaxy on this fine day, Bakuro?” the young man called, his voice muffled slightly by the whipping wind. “The usual,” Jon called back. “And yourself?” Immen Rizzo grinned. “Baby-sitting the Princess. What else would you expect?” Jon laughed, and reaching his friend, gave him a hearty handshake. “Where is she? I thought she was coming to see me herself.” Rizzo shrugged. “She got a call from a friend here in the city who wanted to see her about something important.” Jon gave him a puzzled look, and he added, “I don’t know what it’s about. She seemed pretty distracted over it, so I’m wondering if I should have gone with her.” “Didn’t you send someone?” “Yeah, I sent Typho. He’s very capable.” “Ah yes, I think I met him once or twice. Didn’t either of the girls go with her?” “Nah. I think she wanted to get away, or as much away as we’ll allow her. Saché’s been really agitated the last couple of days. I think she dusted the suite at least three times already. It was starting to drive Sabé crazy.” Saché drives me crazy, Jon thought wryly. Aloud, he said, “That doesn’t seem like Saché.” At Rizzo’s surprised expression, he added hastily, “the agitation, I mean. I know the obsessive cleaning isn’t unusual.” “Oh, yeah. Well, don’t look at me pal. I don’t know what’s up with her. So what exactly brings you to town this time?” “Red tape. We’re looking to get a license to ship to Rinalio. I need to come get the paperwork filled out.” “How long you staying?” Jon shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ll play it by ear. What is it?” he asked, when Rizzo started laughing. “Oh, nothing. It must be nice, that’s all. Rich entrepreneur. Come and go as you please, you know. While I’m stuck here for the rest of forever babysitting Princesses and handmaidens.” “It will hardly be for the rest of forever. You did hear the election news, right? I can’t imagine Sabé will want to stay here once Richard is on the throne.” “Okay. Maybe it just feels like forever.” “You know, Immen, in some ways I envy you too.” “Right. How’s that?” “Oh, surrounded by beautiful women all the time, you know. It gets lonely being an entrepreneur sometimes.” Rizzo snorted. “You know as well as I do that Sabé’s beauty quickly becomes forgettable when she gets angry. Besides,” he added, a small measure of regret creeping into his voice, “I’ve already been the handmaiden route.” “My cousin hasn’t changed her mind again, eh?” “No.” Rizzo looked sad, but resigned. “It was nice that we had something for a little while, but I don’t think she ever really felt the way I do.” Jon gave his friend an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder. “And what about you, Jon? You should have been married ages ago. You’re starting to get too old for your ladies’ man reputation now, don’t you think?” At the ripe old age of twenty-five, Jon thought no such thing, but by Naboo standards he was indeed past his due time to settle. “I suppose it’s just not time yet,” he said. It was a neutral answer, something to waylay Rizzo from this particular topic. The truth was that he’d long decided exactly whom he would like to marry, but it was a secret he’d shared with few. She’d been only thirteen when they’d met seven years ago- a quiet little slip of a thing who had amused him with her antics. He remembered it very clearly, how she’d boldly reached over and straightened his vest because it’s crooked state was annoying her. Sometime afterward, both Sabé and his cousin, Eirtaé, had warned him not to bait her anymore. “Saché is not like the other girls here, Jon,” Sabé had said firmly. “She doesn’t know how to play the games that you and I play. She’s already quite taken with you, and I won’t have you hurting her.” He had heeded their advice, and treated the lady afterwards with the utmost cordiality, doing his best to never lead her on. It was a novel experience, for flirting with and teasing any girl was just something he did. Eventually, Saché had come out of her shell and they’d become respected friends. It wasn’t until this had been going on for nearly four years that he began to realize he’d never had a friend quite like her. There was something so refreshing about her modesty and reserve. He felt so relaxed when he was around her, and it didn’t take long for this newfound respect to start becoming something more. Jon had been sorely tempted, on many occasions, to forget his promise to Sabé and Eirtaé, and try to woo the shy handmaiden. They had said she’d admired him, after all. Once or twice he had even tried it, but the alarm in her mannerisms on those occasions had led him to conclude one thing. She no longer had any feelings for him, and he’d best leave off. So he had devoted himself to his thriving business, keeping himself so occupied he hardly had time to think of her, yet every visit to Naboo, and more recently Coruscant, when he knew he’d see her, was both an anticipated and dreaded experience. He wondered if he would find any hope this time. “You’re having dinner with the Senator tonight, I believe?” Rizzo asked as they boarded the shuttle that would take them to Sabé’s apartments. “Yes, that’s right.” “I’m not sure when she’ll be back. I don’t think it’ll be too long. Until then, you’ll just have to let the girls keep you company, I’ve got some other things to get done. Will that be all right?” “I think I can handle it, Immen.” Rizzo laughed. “You are so bad, Jon. Well, you know Saché, she buttons up like a muskbowl in a crowd, but Dormé seems like your type. You should get on pretty well.” His eyes twinkled. “Thanks, Immen.” On the outside, Jon laughed, but inside he found Rizzo’s conclusions to be bittersweetly ironic. Outside Rialdas, Rial, Naboo The core waterways of Naboo connected most of the major bodies of water on the planet, supporting a global habitat of sea life which would otherwise be impossible to sustain on a planet with no oceans. The ecosystem had proved enigmatic to scientists for centuries. In the latter part of her second term, Amidala had expanded ecological research all over Naboo, dotting the landscape with scientific outposts, most of which were staffed by personnel from the University of Theed. One such outpost was situated on the banks of Lake Erana, in the southern hemisphere district Rial. Its primary focus was the colo claw fish, which had nurseries there. But at the moment, the personnel of the outpost were far more concerned with the tusk-cat which had been found on the premises early that morning, its shoulder badly injured. Tusk-cats had once roamed that area wild, but centuries ago the Naboo had domesticated them. They were used as mounts and beasts of burden all across the Rial district. The nearest ranch was Retisan Ranch, which actually encompassed the small outpost. So, the marine biologists had wasted no time in calling the ranch’s manager, and now they were relieved to see her arrive in a huge vehicle, one large enough to transport the tusk-cat without any difficulty. Professor Lera Morrtenne waved at the woman from the porch of the building. Yvenne Sorenst was surprisingly young for one in her position on the largest ranch on the planet, but most people forgot how young she really was after they spent some time around her. She was more than competent, unlike her predecessor, so Morrtenne was quite happy to deal with her when the situation demanded it. The redhead was smiling as she and a few ranch hands approached the building. “I hear you have one of our cats, Lera,” she said cheerfully. “Yeah, it gave one of the interns quite a shock this morning when he went to check on the south generator,” Lera replied. “Don’t think it could do much damage, though, unless you got really close to it.” Yvenne laughed. “Nala’s usually pretty docile, but I’d rather not see what she could do when she feels threatened.” She looked past the professor, toward the lakeshore. “By the south generator, you said?” Lera nodded. The manager waved her men off in that direction, and they headed off. Yvenne, meanwhile, walked up the steps of the building. “So how are things going here, aside from the occasional and random arrival of tusk-cats?” she asked. “Oh, we’re doing all right,” the professor replied. “Things are getting tight, though. We’re having to grapple for funding again.” “Didn’t you just get that big grant from the Royal Science Academy?” “We’re one of the finalists for it,” Lera clarified. “The winner won’t be announced for another month, after a last interview.” She frowned as they entered the warm building, the walls of which were lined with computers, monitors, and charts. Most of the people at the various terminals, or at the chemistry station, were pretty young, students at universities. “And I hate to say it, but we’ve had a problem come up that might actually help us get the money.” Yvenne frowned. “What do you mean?” The professor led her over to one of the charts. “This is a graph of the colo claw fish population in Lake Erana over the last fifteen years or so,” she said, pointing out a green line on the diagram. “It’s been fairly consistent, but recently we’ve seen a sharp decline.” She indicated red, blue, and purple lines too, which were lower than the green one, but followed the same basic contour. “These are the male and female populations, and the hatching rate in that population. They’ve all fallen off the same way too.” “How bizarre,” the manager said, still frowning. “What have you ruled out so far as causes?” “Disease and malnutrition are unlikely,” Lera replied. “We’d be seeing carcasses washing up, and we’ve not seen anything like that.” She coughed. “That’s part of the reason for the urgency in getting that grant. We’d like to take a one-man submersible down and check to see if there’s some sort of new predator down there. We’d be seeing some evidence that way, I hope.” Yvenne started to say more, but then one of the ranch hands reappeared at the door. “Ma’am,” he said, “Nala’s not letting anyone near her.” “Oh dear.” Yvenne turned toward the door. “Well, it was nice talking with you again. Hope everything works out.” “Feel free to stop by any time,” said Lera, and then Yvenne was out the door, back into the heat of the morning. The south generator wasn’t far away, and Yvenne could already hear the tusk-cat growling long before she actually saw anything. Then, once they had rounded the generator, she saw the cat flashing her teeth as the two ranch hands stood a good distance back. “Nala!” she called. The cat turned a look of disdain toward Yvenne, and she smiled. “Should we get the tranqs?” one of the hands asked. “Just get the transport and bring it down here,” she replied. “I’ll keep Nala here company.” When the hands came back with the transport, Yvenne was lying on her stomach on the grass talking to the tusk-cat. She figured this was a relatively non-threatening treatment, and it did get Nala to stop flashing her teeth every two seconds, and every time something moved. Still, while most people would have thought that this showed a confidence and comfort level with the cats, she was, in fact, moderately terrified by her proximity to it. She was pretty good with animals, but she still preferred it when they weren’t being hostile. So when the hands got out of the transport, she said, as calmly as she could manage: “Could you please tranquilize this thing now?” One of the ranch hands had the tranquilizer on hand and fired it at the tusk-cat. Nala roared once before collapsing into a heavy sleep, and the hands started to move her into the transport. The one who still had the tranquilizer in his hand helped Yvenne to her feet, and he said, “Well, ma’am, I’m glad you insisted on coming this morning. I don’t think we could have managed getting her calm enough.” “Just be glad this happened today instead of tomorrow. I’m leaving for Rialdas tonight and won’t be back for a few days,” she replied. The other two men closed the transport doors, securing Nala inside, and she clapped her hands together once, adding, “All right, everyone, we’ve got lots of work to do. Let’s get this kitty back to the stables.” A/N: Thanks to all of you who so patiently waited for us to get this ball rolling. I’m really happy with this story, and sit back for a lovely, romantic (but still plot-compelling, I hope) ride! Feedback is always loved and adored! Saché -----signature----- Everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words You're on fire when He's near you; You're on fire when He speaks. You're on fire burning at these mysteries. ~ Switchfoot
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Anyanka Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/24/04 2:14pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Yay!! I've been looking forward to this story for quite some time, and I'm very glad to see that you've started posting it. Very interesting beginning. I can't wait to see how this Saché/Jon thing develops. And Sabé/Obi, of course. I like Yvenne already. Looking forward to reading more! -----signature----- "I was being patient, but it took too long." --Anya
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 10/24/04 7:22pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	OoooHhh it's here! Loving Jon...poor guy, I think he should go for Sache! Oh and before anyone else can speak up, I just think it should be known that Prince Richard is, indisputedly, mine. -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/24/04 8:22pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Hey, look at that! It's up! waves to Sache and Mely Oooh, and it's been a while! Richard is succeeding Padmé? Cool! I like Richard. From afar, Luney, from afar. I know he's yours. “Well, actually, Padmé,” he said, “I was talking with Sabé last night before the vote started.” “Yes?” “She wants to come home soon. Actually, her exact words were ‘I’m sick and tired of being cooped up on Coruscant all the time. I want to travel, and it’s frustrating having to be within an hour of the Senate chambers all the time in case there’s a vote.’ And then she told me not to tell you that.” grins And Sabé's just the same, I see. It had been two years since their father had died, from the lasting effects of disease and age. Before the Trade Federation invasion, not many people would have realized how old the Prince Consort was, but afterward everyone remembered that while Leiandra had married young, Armand had not. He had never fully recovered from the disease he’d contracted in the camps, and finally his weakened heart had failed him. Oh, poor Armand. Padmé squeezed his hand. “You will make a good King, little brother,” she said. “And you will one day make a good husband and father, if you ever decide to settle down.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “And what a scandal that would cause. Youngest child married before his three older sisters.” Reminds me of Pride and Prejudice, for some reason. "With three younger sisters grown up, your Ladyship can hardly expect me to own it." Sorry. Moving on . . . “What brings you to the eyesore of the galaxy on this fine day, Bakuro?” the young man called, his voice muffled slightly by the whipping wind. “The usual,” Jon called back. “And yourself?” Immen Rizzo grinned. “Baby-sitting the Princess. What else would you expect?” Hey, Rizzo! And Jon! Jon had been sorely tempted, on many occasions, to forget his promise to Sabé and Eirtaé, and try to woo the shy handmaiden. They had said she’d admired him, after all. Once or twice he had even tried it, but the alarm in her mannerisms on those occasions had led him to conclude one thing. She no longer had any feelings for him, and he’d best leave off. Hmm. Sounds more like an author's dream opportunity for angst than genuine disinterest on Saché's part. Yvenne laughed. “Nala’s usually pretty docile, but I’d rather not see what she could do when she feels threatened.” Nala! Great name choice. It'll be interesting to see how the environmental stuff fits into the story, too. How long do you expect this story to be, out of curiosity? As long as Dance With the Stars? Regardless, it's good to see the story going. -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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Shinar Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 10/25/04 6:26am Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Good to see this underway -----signature----- "Let's eat Grandpa!" "Let's eat, Grandpa!" Punctuation saves lives.
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CodeName_Targeter Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 10/25/04 5:18pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Yay! You guys started this! Very nice start so far, can't wait to read more!! :Targeter: !Love my Boston Red Sox! -----signature----- XWFC: Wraith Leader and Senator - Starfighter Draft Winner Ravenclaw ftw! Doppleganger of Suzuki_Akira and Vod'ika to Valin_Halcyon
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Anyanka Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/27/04 6:11pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	up up up! -----signature----- "I was being patient, but it took too long." --Anya
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laurethiel1138 Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/28/04 11:45pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Hi, Saché! A quickie to tell you I'm reading, and that I love the beginning to this sequel to "Dance with the Stars". I'm off to school. Er, University. MTFBWY, Lauré -----signature----- "You don't fall in love, you rise up to it." - Padawan Lunetta's 'Shadows' Lioness of Kele-en's Serenity-2 crew Elf of TKeira_Lea's Wraith Squadron Links to my SW and non-SW fics in bio
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Sache8 Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 10/30/04 9:25pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely - Date Edited: 5/31/05 7:44am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sache8
	~~* Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Replies below! Chapter Two – Enlightenment Coruscant “How long has it been, Dex?” “Not long, lass. Last time you came to see me was, what, two months ago?” Sabé smiled, and took a taste of her still-steaming pitte, Dex’s specialty. It had lost none of its savor over the years. “I know that, I meant how long since I first came here?” “Ah.” Dexter Jettster leaned back in his seat and scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Seven and a half years, isn’t it? Seven and a half years since the blockade.” “I’m glad I ran into you that day, Dex. It has been good to have a friend here in the city.” “Well, it has been my pleasure, certainly, but I know I’m not your only friend here.” “I respect the Chancellor in many ways, Dex, but I don’t really consider him a friend.” Dex leaned forward again, a knowing look blazing in his orange-flecked eyes. “I wasn’t speaking of the Chancellor, girlie. Have you not seen any of your friend Obi-Wan since you came here?” Sabé shook her head and shrugged. “I’ve only been here a year and a half. He’s been much occupied with missions, I suppose. I’ve only had one letter since then.” “Aye, aye. I can see how that would be.” Dex crossed his top pair of arms on the dirty tabletop. “That boy is something else, I tell you. Smart as a whip, he is. I’ve had him in here several times since you sent him my way.” “He’s thirty-two years old, Dex. He’s hardly a boy.” “Where I come from, lassie, he’s a boy. You yourself shouldn’t be out of school, and they make you a Senator?” He shook his head, chuckling. “That’s rich, coming from someone who I doubt even went to school, Dex Jettster.” Dex only laughed harder as Sabé took another bite of her pitte. “Fair enough, Princess, but I did have an education of sorts.” “Somehow I don’t think you asked me to come to talk about schooldays and old friends, Dex. What’s on your mind?” Dex’s amusement subsided, and he looked quickly around the diner. His new waitress, Hermione, was wiping off the counter, and everyone else seemed otherwise occupied. Dex leaned in even closer, and spoke softly. Sabé noticed, however, that he did not whisper. “I know a fine, upstanding girl like yourself doesn’t deal much with certain, er, levels of society. I must say that your family’s reputation is stellar. Almost too stellar. It is a rare thing these days for politicians to rise as high as yourselves without making a few compromises.” “Our successes in that regard are due to the legacy of our ancestors.” “Yes, of course. My point, Princess, is that information of a less than savory nature does not cross your path as often as the paths of your colleagues, because your intolerance of it is widely known.” “That is good, is it not?” “Very. But it can be blinding. That’s why I called you here today. I’ll tell you something you might want to know, provided you ask no questions about my resources. That’s the price, Princess. You’re a good girl, I don’t want to hurt your sensibilities too badly.” “Now you are making me feel like a naive school girl, Dex. Very well. Tell me what it is you think I should know.” “There is a dangerous new drug on the black market, Princess. Absolutely illegal, very harmful. No medicinal purposes, no possible benefit to anyone. It’s called glowquartz.” Sabé sat up a little straighter, feeling indignant. “I’ve heard of glowquartz. I’m not that out of the loop as you seem to think I am. I’m a Senator, and a member of a royal family, Dex. It is my responsibility to be aware of things that might bring harm to our people.” “Good, Princess. Very good. Then you should know that the manufacture or the distribution of glowquartz has some kind of Naboo connection.” Sabé’s blood suddenly felt colder. “Naboo?” she repeated, a little shocked. “We’ve never had major drug problems on Naboo.” “You do now.” Sabé was sorely tempted to break her promise and ask him how he had learned this. But she knew it would be useless; Dex would never tell her if he didn’t want to. “You’re sure your… source was reliable?” she asked hesitantly. He nodded, displaying complete confidence. She opened and closed her mouth several times before asking, “Is there anything else you can tell me? Anything at all? Do you have any idea exactly what kind of connection?” Noting that Sabé had finished her pitte, Dex took her bowl and stacked it with his, then added their glasses to the pile, making a lot of noise as he said, “All I was told was that without Naboo, glowquartz would be off the market.” Sabé exhaled slowly, letting her breath hiss between her teeth. “We need to find out how, and stop it Dex.” He looked at her in mild consternation. “Oh, not we as in you and I,” she said, laughing a little. “We as in Naboo, somehow. I don’t want our people a part of this.” Every story she’d ever heard about the illicit drug was now running wildly through her head at lightspeed. A powerful hallucinogen, it was injected into the bloodstream and its effects could last for days. The drug was so new that any long-term affects had not yet been determined, but despite its dangers, it was quickly gaining a steady foothold in the galaxy’s drug traffic market. Some said that if it continued at its current acceleration, it would soon rival glitterstim in its popularity. “I’ve got to stop it,” she whispered again. She looked up. “Thank you for telling me Dex. Is there…?” she swallowed, “is there anything else I might want to know. Anything that might help me?” “You shouldn’t get mixed up personally in this, Princess. You should find people who know what they’re doing. People you trust– let them handle it.” “Is there anything else, Dex?” she asked again firmly, ignoring his question. Dex leaned back and sighed. “I don’t know for certain, but popular opinion is that the drug is distributed from Jenispra. It’s a mid-rim world. Not far from Naboo, actually, which only lends support to my information.” “Yes, I’m familiar with Jenispra.” Sabé swallowed again, and closed her eyes. She couldn’t say why, but she found Dex’s news sorely grievous. Naboo was supposed to be free of anything as horrific as drugs. It had its problems with petty crime, but the prosperous peace was highly cherished by its entire people. Or so she had always tried to convince herself. Perhaps its time to finally put away the very last illusions of childhood. “Thank you for telling me, Dex. You are truly a good friend.” “You’re welcome, Sabé.” “I must be going, I’m afraid. I’m expecting a friend from Naboo for dinner this evening, and I think he may have already arrived.” “A gentleman caller, eh?” Dex asked with a mischievous smile. Sabé laughed. “No, not for me, Dex. Just an old friend.” She walked over and gave the large alien as big a hug as she could muster, and he in turn nearly crushed her in his four arms. “Be safe, lass,” he admonished one last time. “Be safe.” Outside Rialdas, Rial, Naboo The Rial district looked nothing like what Richard had imagined. Naboo was usually thought to be a green place, bejeweled with lakes and waterfalls, but Richard now knew that such descriptions only held true for parts of the planet. Rivers were certainly common here in Rial, as were large lakes, but the terrain was flat, and in places nothing grew. The resulting color was a cross between green and brown, except for the vibrant yellow fields of alonac. Those were almost blinding in the hot afternoon sun. Come to think of it, it was unbearably hot, too. The young Prince was used to spending his summers in the Naberrie lands, where summer nights were crisp enough to warrant a young man lending his jacket to a young woman. Theed was also much colder, with her harsh, bitter winters that buried everything, alive or dead, in snow drifts that reached the rooftops of some homes. Richard doubted these people had ever heard of snow, let alone seen it. The ranch for which he was headed had been in sight for half an hour now, and it looked to be no closer now than it had been when his driver had first pointed it out. Richard shifted in his seat and sighed. The driver looked over his shoulder. "We're getting there as quickly as we can, milord." "No, Banks, it's all right," he replied. "I'm just used to country where you see more." "You've got alonac, tusk-cats, and greyvaké out here. What more could a man want?" Banks joked. "No, I understand. You're from the city; the country must be a lonely place to you." "Yes, but I know almost nothing about the Rial district." Richard coughed. "This will be a good learning experience for me." "They say that out here you can travel a day on the back of a tusk-cat and not see another soul. It's lonely country." That was apparently all that Banks could say on the subject, for the next half hour passed in silence, until they reached the lane up to the ranch house. "There you are, milord," the driver said. "Retisan Ranch, home of the powerful and wealthy Retisan family." Richard opened the door and stepped out of the speeder and into the sweltering heat. "Yes, Banks, I'd already ascertained that much." They walked up to the mansion, and when they entered, Richard stopped dead in his tracks. He was used to the cool, crisp, stone halls of Theed Palace; this entryway was vaulted to a sharp peak, and the long corridor that led to another exterior door at the other end was entirely wood. It amazed Richard to see it all, with its ornately carved wooden moldings and ornaments. The foyer must have been very old, or very expensive - possibly both - because the only forests in this part of Naboo had been declared protected regions a decade before. "Your Highness." A voice issued from Richard's left, and he turned to see that one of the massive wooden panels had swung open. A sharply overdressed man appeared in the doorway. "If you would come with me," he said, "Lord Retisan is expecting you." The man turned around and left as abruptly as he had appeared. From behind him, Richard heard Banks mutter: "I'm sure he's expecting us. What else would he do when a King is coming?" Richard stifled a laugh as the two followed the servant through the house. Banks, like several members of the royal guard, had come to Theed to study one thing and become something very different. In his case, he'd been studying the theatre when approached by Panaka. Apparently, the captain had seen him in a play which required extensive sword work, and he'd been impressed with Banks's athleticism and stamina. Six months later he had graduated and been placed on Richard's guard, and Richard was glad to have him there. They passed through another door and entered a spacious, bright hall. For a moment the young Prince thought he had entered a room like the rooms back at home, but he soon realized that this was merely a different kind of wood than the foyer had been. It was nearly white, and with a wall of transparisteel facing the sunset, it was rather bright inside. Richard blinked several times as he looked around. At the far end of the room sat a middle-aged man in a high-backed wooden chair that vaguely resembled a primitive throne. Three men who looked to be Richard's age stood when he entered the room, but the older man did not. Richard kept his surprise to himself as he approached. "Prince Richard," the man said. "It is a pleasure to meet you at last." "Likewise," Richard replied, nodding. "I am Lord Retisan, and these are my sons." The lord gestured to the three younger men. "Mirak, Arath, and Rastan." The men bowed in unison, and Richard nodded to them as well. "A pleasure." He would have said more, but then Lord Retisan spoke again. "My lord, I'm sure you are tired from your journey and would prefer to rest before the evening meal is served." The Prince looked at Retisan curiously. Very few dared to guess the mind of the royalty, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of this man. Still, he was here to work at the ranch, not just reside there. "Very well, Lord Retisan," he said. Retisan motioned to the man who had directed them thither, and Richard was led away again. From behind them, Banks whispered, "Warm, friendly people, eh?" Richard shook his head and smiled. Banks was, as usual, right. Senatorial Sector, Coruscant The private chef Sabé had hired for her suite on Coruscant more than earned his credits. His dishes were usually a source of delight for Saché, but tonight she could have been eating the finest prime nerf cutlets and she would not have noticed. She’d barely eaten any of her meal, though she’d done a great deal of staring at it on her plate. Jon was here. She could never accomplish anything mundane when he was around. She’d known he was coming, of course, but she sometimes thought the anticipation only made things worse. Her usual calm, level-headed self seemed to disappear into hyperspace a week before any of his visits, and was replaced by someone agitated, nervous, excited, and resolved. Every time she vowed that she would open up, be more relaxed around him, give him some sign. Every time she failed miserably. Let’s face it. I’m just not cut from the outgoing cloth. Before long, she knew, she would relax. He was, after all, her friend, and she’d known him for years. Too many years. Long enough for her to know exactly the kind of women he preferred. “You’ve been very quiet tonight, Saché.” Sitting next to her at the table, Jon’s voice caused her to jump a little. She looked up from the plantane slices she’d been nudging with her fork, to see him studying her with concern. Sabé, Dormé, and Dooji were talking about this morning’s Senate session, which Dormé had been unable to attend. Saché put her fork down and folded her hands in her lap, smiling a little. “You know me, I’m always quiet.” “Quiet, yes. Absolutely silent, no. Is something wrong? Are your parents well?” “Quite well, sir, thank you.” “Then what?” His concern was heartwarming, and she smiled a little more. “I’m just tired, that’s all.” “Well, I can understand that,” Jon agreed. “Living with Sabé every day must be exhausting.” He caught the Princess’s eye across the table and winked at her, causing her to roll her eyes. “I won’t argue there,” Saché said, laughing quietly. Sabé stuck her tongue out at Saché. “Oooh, not very ladylike, Princess,” Jon teased. “That’s Senator to you, Jon Bakuro.” “Sorry.” Sabé returned to whatever she had been telling Dormé, so Saché took the opportunity to ask, “How is business, Jon?” “Business is business. Some days are fine, some days you want to rip your hair out.” “You seem to be shipping everywhere in the Mid-rim these days.” Jon nodded, took a drink of his wine, and wiped his mouth before continuing. “Sometimes the pace at which we’re growing is a little overwhelming. I think after this Rinalio deal goes through, I’m going to try to ease up a bit. Before I get so bogged down I make a foolish mistake.” “I’ve never heard of Rinalio,” Saché commented, taking a drink from her own glass. She could already feel herself beginning to relax. She almost always did, once she got over the initial nervousness of seeing Jon. “What’s there to know about it?” “Agriculture,” he said. “They ship a great deal of grain to Coruscant, actually. Not as much as Ukio or Garqi, but a substantial amount nonetheless.” “Why do you think it would be a good prospect for Bakurcom?” Saché asked. “Lack of competition. Right now the only people shipping off Rinalio are Federation subsidiaries. I already know the Rinalians would be only too happy to have someone else in the market to help drive down shipping costs.” Saché frowned a little. “Jon, don’t you think you might have problems getting around Federation control? I mean, Bakurcom is a Naboo company, and the Federation still pulls a lot of influence here on Coruscant.” Jon smiled. “That’s true, but not all control. I’m confident that enough people are against a monopoly that I can get the contracts I need. After all, I’m not trying to get rid of Federation business,” he pointed out. Then he muttered, “Much as I would like to.” “Wouldn’t we all,” Saché agreed quietly. The bad blood between Naboo and the Trade Federation had not died since the war almost eight years ago. Saché and many others were still in shock that the Federation had survived that debacle. Clearly, they had very influential support in the Senate, which made Saché all the more concerned that Jon’s new deal would not go through. “Jon,” Sabé spoke up from her place at the head of the table, “while we’re on the subject of business, I wonder if I might ask you something.” “What’s that?” “How much business do you get on Jenispra?” “Jenispra? I’d say well over a fifth. It’s not that far from Naboo, actually.” What do they export?” asked Dormé. Jon furrowed his brow, a habit Saché loved dearly. She propped her chin on her hand to hide a smile. “Thramacite,” he said slowly, “and pharmaceuticals mostly, thanks to all their tropical plant life. They also have one or two exotic varieties of fruit that bring in a decent credit.” “Hmmn.” Sabé seemed thoughtful. “Why do you ask?” Jon queried as he took another bite of his plantanes. Sabé looked up at him and licked her lips a little, as if she were hesitant about something. Saché was surprised to see concern in her friend’s eyes. “Cherith,” Sabé said, addressing their server, “would you please clear this?” She held up her almost-empty plate, as well as Dormé’s. “I’ll ring when I need you again. Please close the door behind you.” Saché looked sideways at Jon, whose expression was mostly guarded, but his eyes betrayed his interest. She herself was deathly curious at the sudden, strange change in Sabé’s behavior. When Cherith had gone, Sabé leaned forward a little. “I’m not anxious for many people to know what I’m about to tell you. An old friend of mine in town called me and said he wanted to talk, so I went to see him today.” Saché pressed her lips together slightly. She knew Sabé had her reasons for her discretion, but Saché hated it when she went somewhere that Saché did not know about. And she’d refused to allow either of the handmaidens to accompany her. It was most frustrating. “I remember Rizzo saying as much,” Jon said. “That’s why you weren’t here to greet me.” Sabé nodded. Then she took a deep breath. “My friend told me he had reason to believe that there was as strong Naboo connection to the trafficking of glowquartz. Saché and Dormé let out near-identical gasps, and Jon sat up straighter, hissing a little through his teeth in surprise. Dooji’s eyes bulged incredulously. “Dissen crazy!” he cried. “Yousa friend had da bad scoop.” Sabé shook her head. “No, I trust his opinion. He would not have burdened me with this if he didn’t think the rumor credible. He also told me Jenispra is heavily involved.” The other three sat in stunned silence, the implications of this pronouncement slowly sinking in. “I’ve decided it’s my responsibility, as Naboo senator, to do something about it,” Sabé said, nodding firmly as if determined to reassure herself. “I’m going to pick up the trail of this drug and trace it to whatever Naboo connection it has, and hopefully sever it.” “No!” Saché cried softly. Sabé looked at her wearily, with an expression that clearly said she’d been expecting opposition, and was prepared to fight. “No,” Saché repeated more calmly, but more insistently. “We’re not equipped to handle that kind of investigation, Sabé. We should tell the authorities.” “And do what?” Dormé asked skeptically. “Wait for them to fix the problem the way they fixed the blockade? We’ll be dead in our graves before they ever accomplish anything. I agree with Sabé. We should do it ourselves.” “We aren’t doing anything, I’m doing it,” Sabé declared, her voice becoming harder. Saché opened her mouth to protest again, but Sabé cut her off. “I’m quite resolved, Saché, so you can just drop it.” Saché looked at her plate, fuming. “You won’t know what you’re doing,” she muttered darkly. Sabé looked as if she were about to retort, but Jon quickly intervened. “She’s right, Sabé. You may think you don’t want help, but you’re going to need it. I’ll come with you.” “Oh, like you know any more about espionage than I do.” “At least you just admitted you don’t know much,” he pointed out smugly. Sabé sighed and slumped in her seat. “I’m tired of waiting for other people to take action. Padmé wouldn’t stand for it eight years ago, and neither will I do so now.” The stubborn set of her shoulders said she was none too happy with Saché and Jon’s lack of support. After a moment’s awkward silence, Saché spoke up, more timidly this time. “I can’t bear to see you try going off on such a mission alone, my lady. You must admit it is foolhardy. Please tell me you see that.” Sabé looked away, and finally, very slowly, she nodded her head. “Fine. But I don’t want to put any of you in danger. I just won’t stand for it.” “You think we don’t want to fight this thing as much as you do? We’re Naboo too, you know,” Dormé insisted. Saché and Jon nodded determinedly. “Ask the Jedi for help!” Saché then cried suddenly, sitting up very straight, an excited look coming over her face. “Sabé, go to the Council, they can give you someone!” “That’s perfect,” Jon agreed, excitedly. “The Jedi know how to keep things quiet too, Sabé.” Sabé’s eyes flicked quickly between her three friends. “Jedi?” she repeated uncertainly. “I hadn’t thought of that.” “Think about it,” Dormé insisted. “It’s a perfectly reasonable request to make. And you’re free tomorrow morning as well, you can go ask them then.” “Yes,” Sabé repeated slowly, “Yes, that’s true. I am free tomorrow morning.” She looked up. “Yes,” she said more firmly. “Yes, tomorrow I’ll go to the Jedi and ask for some help. Good, that’s settled.” Saché let out a quiet breath of relief she didn’t know she’d been holding. “And while you’re gone,” she pointed out, “Dormé, Dooji, and I can look for information here on Coruscant that might help you out.” “Not mesa,” said Dooji, narrowing his eyes. “Mesa go wid da Senata.” “Dooji—” “Disa problem for da Gugans too, Sabé. Mesa goin’.” Dooji leveled a gaze at Sabé that brooked no argument. She gave a slight smile. “Very well. I must admit, it’ll be good to have you along.” “I’ll be here for several weeks, I can help with the research,” input Jon. He glanced briefly between the handmaidens. “We can even work from my offices, they’re not as heavily crowded as the Senate buildings. And information requests are not monitored as frequently.” “Excellent,” Sabé smiled. “I feel so much better about this. Thank you.” “No problem, Princess. I still think it’s silly of you to try this at all, but I know that look in your eyes.” Sabé smiled a little, but did not rise to his bait. “Speaking of tomorrow, Jon,” she said, “my morning is free but my evening is not. I have to go to the Corellian Diktat’s Gala. Loads of social maneuvering, I’m afraid, but I don’t have an escort yet. Would you care to join me?” “A Naboo Princess with no escort?” Jon tsked under his breath. “That will never do. I’d be happy to, Sabé.” Sabé smiled. “Excellent. Otherwise Rizzo would probably have had to do it. He hates his dress uniform.” She smiled wickedly. “Maybe I should make him come anyway.” Saché laughed along with everyone else, but she felt peculiar on the inside. The thought of Jon and Sabé and balls and dancing put her in mind of the first time she’d met him, at Claria’s coming out. How long ago it seemed, and yet at the same time, how quickly the years had gone by. Claria was now a mature young woman, studying music at the University of Theed. Jon was a successful businessman, no longer hiding in his father’s shadow, and breaking new ground for Naboo commerce all over the galaxy. And Saché… Saché was still a quiet, unnoticeable handmaiden with no great aspirations, and no dream but the man sitting beside her. She had not changed. She could never seem to change, and for that, Jon Bakuro would never really notice her. Replies: Anyanka- Yes, so many lovely romantic threads. Whatever is going to happen? Glad you’re looking forward to it, and thanks for the up! Lunita- Well, you would, Miss In the Know. Gabri- A bit more mellow, yes, but Sabé is still our Sabé. LOL I think you’ll find that a lot of my writing has hidden Jane Austen nods within, some intentional, some not. In this case… not Mely chose Nala’s name, and yes. Jon and Saché’s respective views of one another combined with their inaction sometimes makes me want to scream. Shinar- Thanks! Hope you enjoy. Targeter- Thanks for the compliment. Congrats for your team. laurethiel- Well, the hallowed halls of learning, either way, yes? Somehow, I should have suspected you’d pick Boromir as your Halloween icon. Alas, I didn’t see an Éomer choice, but I think the one I picked works well for a member of the RHS. A/N: I’m looking to be updating this story about once a week or so, to pace myself with the material. Just so you, my lovely readers, are aware. Adios! Saché -----signature----- Everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words You're on fire when He's near you; You're on fire when He speaks. You're on fire burning at these mysteries. ~ Switchfoot
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laurethiel1138 Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/31/04 4:49am Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely - Date Edited: 10/31/04 4:52am (1 edits total) Edited By: laurethiel1138
	Great update, Saché and Mel! There are so many plots and subplots already. I like it, because it lends so much depth to your story. Now, I wonder how exactly will Padmé and Ani meet again? And on a closer future, I think Sabé invited Jon to the ball to make sure he would be there. I mean, it's not as if Saché (who, as a handmaiden, is duty-bound to go with Sabé) would ever dare to be so open with him, right? So while Sabé is dancing with a Republic dignitary, it would leave the path open for Jon to renew the sparks Saché and he felt all these years ago on Naboo. And as for the Boromir icon, well... I couldn't resist. I'm just soo hopeless, but I don't care. Namarië, and MTFBWY, Laurethiel -----signature----- "You don't fall in love, you rise up to it." - Padawan Lunetta's 'Shadows' Lioness of Kele-en's Serenity-2 crew Elf of TKeira_Lea's Wraith Squadron Links to my SW and non-SW fics in bio
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Anyanka Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/31/04 12:34pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Drugs on Naboo! The intrigue! I too like all of the subplots you're weaving into your story. Sabé's getting some help from the Jedi, hmm? I wonder who she might end up with. Hehe this part made me laugh for some reason: Dooji’s eyes bulged incredulously. “Dissen crazy!” he cried. “Yousa friend had da bad scoop.” As always, looking forward to more. -----signature----- "I was being patient, but it took too long." --Anya
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CodeName_Vampire Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 10/31/04 2:42pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	“Ask the Jedi for help!” Saché then cried suddenly, sitting up very straight, an excited look coming over her face. “Sabé, go to the Council, they can give you someone!” “That’s perfect,” Jon agreed, excitedly. “The Jedi know how to keep things quiet too, Sabé.” Sabé’s eyes flicked quickly between her three friends. “Jedi?” she repeated uncertainly. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Oh! Is it going to be Obi-Wan that helps her? And then, and then maybe we can get some nice SabeWan mush? [face_hopeful] Nice post! And yes, your icon is very nice for a RHSer. :Targeter: -----signature----- I am Jenn, here me roar! "What did I tell you about barging into my shuttle?" -Inara "That it was manly and impulsive?" -Mal "Yes, precisely, only the exact phrase I used was "don't"." -Inara
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HandmaidenKenobi Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/31/04 6:30pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Ooh, you started it, YAY!! Aww, little Richie is all grown up and king now! A sharply overdressed man appeared in the doorway. "If you would come with me," he said, "Lord Retisan is expecting you." The man turned around and left as abruptly as he had appeared. From behind him, Richard heard Banks mutter: "I'm sure he's expecting us. What else would he do when a King is coming?" LOL, I like this Banks fellow. I hope he sticks around for the rest of the story. I'm glad Rizzo's back, too! One reason I love your stories Saché, is that you write such a wonderful supporting cast. -----signature----- Hey fellow lurkers, join me in delurking!
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Princess-Sabe Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 11/1/04 7:33pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	I love your stories so far... Update soon... Help from a Jedi......hm....I think I might know who!!! lol
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 11/3/04 6:01pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Ooh so the Jedi is obviously going to be Mace Windu, I think. Saché laughed along with everyone else, but she felt peculiar on the inside. The thought of Jon and Sabé and balls and dancing put her in mind of the first time she’d met him, at Claria’s coming out. How long ago it seemed, and yet at the same time, how quickly the years had gone by. Claria was now a mature young woman, studying music at the University of Theed. Jon was a successful businessman, no longer hiding in his father’s shadow, and breaking new ground for Naboo commerce all over the galaxy. And Saché… Saché was still a quiet, unnoticeable handmaiden with no great aspirations, and no dream but the man sitting beside her. She had not changed. She could never seem to change, and for that, Jon Bakuro would never really notice her. Somehow I doubt this...but that's just me. Lovely post as usual, Sache! Always love your characters -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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PrincessPadme Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 11/4/04 7:08pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- Romance featuring SabeWan-- sequel to Dance With the Stars-- cowritten with Mely
	Ooo, I'm so glad that the sequel's here! I don't think I ever posted a reply on Dance with the Stars, but I really enjoyed that story. Now, for some proper reviewing... First post: Does Richard know what he's getting into, deciding to go into politics? Poor guy... He'll be a good king, though. And I'll be interested to see what Padmé decides to do once she's no longer on the throne. I feel sorry for Jon, not being able to pursue Saché. Perhaps he should anyway... And yay! Rizzo's back. He was always an enjoyable character. Second post: Sabé shook her head and shrugged. “I’ve only been here a year and a half. He’s been much occupied with missions, I suppose. I’ve only had one letter since then.” glares at Obi-Wan Get writing, then! Men! Just because you're on the same planet... At the far end of the room sat a middle-aged man in a high-backed wooden chair that vaguely resembled a primitive throne. I don't like the sound of this Lord Retisan guy. He's up to no good, I can sense it... She had not changed. She could never seem to change, and for that, Jon Bakuro would never really notice her. Poor Saché! If only she knew that Jon liked her too... So, am I right in guessing we'll see Obi-Wan soon? I'm definitely looking forward to the next post! Keep up the good writing! -----signature----- Fragile fingers sent to heal us Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will free us Unto us is born ~Chris Rice, Welcome to Our World
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