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Jedi_Nifet Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 3/30/04 5:34am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 3/28
	he had the genetic defect that tended towards early rising. - Sometimes I wish I had the same defect. There should have been a mammoth wall for the trouble to lean on it. -----signature----- ~~Beauty is the food of soul~~
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Ty-gon Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/30/04 9:30am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 3/28
	He had the genetic defect that tended towards early rising. So it IS a defect!! Muahahahahahahahahaaa!! -----signature----- I'm alive! And I'm back!! Who'd have thought it, eh? Assassination: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=14787030 The Cost of Honor: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13443744
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/1/04 9:20am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 3/28
	Calam -- I soooooo understand. Everyone else -- Yes, it's true, I hate morning people. I do my best work between the hours of 7 PM and 1 AM. That just seems to be when my brain functions best. However, if you are a morning person (no names will be mentioned), I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt due to genetics and cultural conditioning. Not everyone is strong enough to fight convention. ____________________________________ I don't know who Mason asked to check into the break-in, but he must have asked someone because he only left Armageddon when on a patrol and we got the information in less time than I would have thought possible without paying off a cop sector chief. Whoever it was managed to do some quick and serious checking, because it only took two days for us to learn that someone had indeed broken into the CoruCorp sector offices. That unnamed someone claimed that they hadn't gotten anything worthwhile. That they'd seen a glimpse of some kind of strange pay vouchers, but nothing that they could use. I figured it must have been someone looking for technical schematics or the like who wanted to sell them to black market producers. It's not uncommon. Anyway, Mason decided that he wanted to check it out himself. That left me standing in front of Roble's desk again. Only this time I was actually asking permission to take off. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, lockdown being lifted and all, but Mason had correctly pointed out that it wouldn't be the best idea to walk into the building during the light of day. We wouldn't get much more than the runaround. Roble sighed. His face, his posture, they told me he knew he shouldn't be saying yes, but also that he couldn't think of a single reason why not. I kept my expression calm and confidently expectant. I didn't try for innocent because he'd never have believed it. "And you're going where again?" he asked as he rubbed tiredly at the bridge of his nose. "We're just going for a ride," I explained again. "I wanted to show Mason the best way to navigate the airlanes at night, and the best places to hide, should cops or rivals take to chasing him. He's been doing day patrols, but as soon as he learns that stuff he can start doing night patrols, or even loners. That, and I want to drill him on his tap-code. He's been practicing, but I want to see how well he's really learned it." Death tiredly held up a hand to forestall any further explanation. "Sure, go. Just try and stay out of anyone else's territory, Crash. Shael won't beat me to death if something happens to you, but he'll sure give it his best effort." "Thanks, now I have some advice. Get some sleep. You look like a Jawa who's been dead a week." "Thanks for the candor," he replied drily. "Now, get out of here before I change my mind and find something for you to do to keep you out of trouble." I beat a hasty retreat for the door, knowing that he would be only too happy to do just that. "I don't have to go looking for trouble, boss. You know that. It comes looking for me." The door swung shut on his derisive snort. Mason was waiting, completely confident that I would win Roble over. He held both his helmet and my own. We still hadn't found enough spare parts to cobble together a communit for his, which is why I wanted to make sure he had the tap-code down pat, so to speak. "Let's go," I told him. He headed right for his ride, but I detoured to where Shael was lifting weights in the corner. "Hey, flyboy." He eyed my riding leathers. "Where you off to, and with who?" "Mason needs the night flying lessons. I figured tonight would be a good time. Things are quiet and we're not likely to run into trouble." I leaned against the bench and rested my hands on his chest. "I also wanted to drill him on tap-codes." He reached out and grabbed hold of my dark braid, tugging me close enough for a long kiss. "Shall I wait up for you?" I could see he was fighting down jealousy, but at least he wasn't giving me the third degree anytime I wanted to go out with Mason any more. "Best not," I pouted, "we'll probably be most of the night. I hoped to get all the lessons I could out of the way in one go. Can't ever tell these days when some idiot will take a shot at us again because he's feeling lucky." Shael kissed me again. "Tell Cade that if you aren't brought back in one piece," he planted a soft kiss on the end of my nose, "one beautiful," kiss, "alive and unharmed piece," kiss, "that I'll skin him alive and use what's left for target practice." "Mmm, I'll tell him," I promised. I trailed a single finger along his jaw line in parting and strode to where Mason's ride hovered, engine thrumming. I tucked my braid down the back of my jacket, plopped my helmet onto my head, swung aboard behind the Jedi and we were off. We did indeed practice tap-code, and I did show Mason the best ways to ditch trails and hide from cops, at least along a rather direct route straight to the north half of the Hound's spread. In the dwindling evening traffic, Mason did just fine navigating around the other vehicles and keeping up a reasonable speed, but I could tell that I needed to take him out during the noon crunch to teach him proper traffic techniques. He was far too courteous and patient to be a believable gangbanger. When we crossed out of Horsemen territory I found myself suddenly very grateful that I was wearing a plain black jacket, rather than my gang jacket. The medium grey, with its bright scarlet chess knight, was unmistakable, purposefully so. But tonight I had no desire to attract any attention. My instincts now told me that the momentary peace was but the lull before the storm. There was a strange, expectant hush in the darker places, instead of the active night life I had grown up with. There might not have been any active hostilities, but the street folk were still keeping their heads down. They were the best indicators I knew of. It might have been quiet, but it wasn't over. By tapping and pointing I directed Mason to our goal. We parked the swoop on a shadowed ledge and edged our way along the thin eyebrow of the building to the opening of the parking level. At the terminus of the ledge I flattened myself even closer to the wall and peered slowly and cautiously around the corner. Without moving my head, I let my eyes carefully search the nearly empty lot before me. Try as I might, I couldn't spot the security cams that I knew had to be there. A tap on my shoulder almost jolted me, but I kept perfectly still and eased back around the corner. As soon as I was sure the security cams couldn't see me, I jabbed Mason in the ribs with an elbow. I jerked off my helmet and glared at him. After all, do I interrupt him when he's doing his Jedi stuff?! "Will you cut it out? I don't want to be the subject of my very own police report, if you don't mind!" I hissed at him angrily. He was immediately contrite, but my sense of professionalism was still outraged. I decided to explain to head off any further complications. "There are always security cams in the parking garages. That's the first mistake newbies make." I kept my voice low and my head turned away from the garage to minimize the risk of our conversation being picked up. "The cams are usually triggered by sound and/or motion. I have to figure out where they are and where they are pointed before we can go any farther." I ran a critical eye over him. With that thick shoulder length hair and that striking face, he would be hard to mistake for anyone else, no matter how bad the resolution on the security holos might be. We needed to take what precautions we could to keep him from showing up on them at all. "Do you know any Lorrdian hand speech?" "Enough to get by, I think," he answered hesitantly. I nodded. "Fine. Keep your helmet on then. Even if the cams catch us, I want to minimize the chances for identification." I plopped my own helmet back on and settled it with a thump to end any talk. I was turning back to the corner when Mason's hand on my shoulder interrupted me again. I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but his hands stuttered through a short phrase of pidgin Lorrdian. Please to me let? I nodded in exasperation, but curious to see what he had in mind, I dropped into a tight crouch to let him step over me. He promptly hopped over my head and landed lightly with practiced grace. He eased slowly around the corner, as I had, and after a moment his whole body seemed to relax and go very still. I scuttled forward, still crouched low, to peek around his long, leather-clad legs. Out near the middle of the garage, a sheet of flimsy-plast, probably a daily news report, fluttered and whisked along the permacrete floor in a non-existent breeze. Even as I watched, no less than seven cams turned to track its progress. Tap-stroke-tap-tap-pause-tap, I rapped out against his leg. Slow ahead. Mason slid, with painstaking slowness, around the corner of the wall and I followed him, carefully rising from my crouch. The knight's hand stayed pointing in the flimsy's direction as we crept our way to the garage's entrance to the building. At the door I hooked up my datapad and engaged my standard lockbreaker program. The door whooshed open even sooner than I had expected, but I was ready and dashed through, pulling Mason with me, before the cams could turn and orient on the sudden fast movement. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/1/04 2:14pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/1
	I have this great image of this small woman just beating the snot out of Qui-Gon. I don't think I'd want to get on Crash's bad side. Another fun post, Lilith. Can't wait for more. Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/2/04 9:31am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/1
	Not everyone is strong enough to fight convention. Lilith, you're a sass, but I'll gladly give you night shifts. I'm more than thrilled that someone enjoy them. I married a night owl and both our kids turned out to be night owls too. I've watched over the decades and wonder if it has something to do with being artistic, which hubby and kids have in abundence while I struggle along. LOL! You look like a Jawa who's been dead a week. sadly that struck me as terribly funny. Another chapter that elicits vivid images. Wonderful LIl! -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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Ty-gon Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/2/04 12:29pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/1
	Ah, the fun to be had with pidgin languages. -----signature----- I'm alive! And I'm back!! Who'd have thought it, eh? Assassination: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=14787030 The Cost of Honor: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13443744
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/5/04 11:44am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/1
	Once more unto the breach, dear friends... ___________________________________ Once inside I let Mason lead the way. The helmets we wore muted all sounds and we moved in eerie silence through the lower level offices. I hoped that the Jedi knew what he was looking for, because I sure didn't. Mason's friend must have passed along more to him than he did to me, since the tall Jedi led the way through the building with no pauses or guess work. We headed straight for an office, and once inside, I decided that it must have belonged to the senior manager or at least his assistant. There was the inevitable computer console, as well as several filing cabinets for old-fashioned hard-copy storage. I checked the room over, being as careful and thorough as a decade on the streets could teach me to be. There were no security cams in this office. I'd have bet all the swoops in Armageddon that if this was the assistant's office, the boss's office didn't have any cams either, or at least none that functioned properly. I sat down behind the monitor and removed my helmet. That way I could work my magic on the machine and still be able to communicate with Mason. "What am I looking for?" He'd removed his helmet as soon as I did mine, quite willing to follow my lead in such matters. He now leaned over my shoulder, one hand braced on the desk and one on the back of the chair. "Accounting files, or bank statements would be our best bet." I cruised through the system like I belonged there. The paltry security that had been put in place was mainly designed to keep the other employees from stumbling onto something they weren't supposed to know about. It was no barrier to someone like me who not only had the skills, but was actively looking. The bank reports seemed fairly normal for a company and branch of this size. Nothing looked terribly unusual, so I brought up the accounting files for the various projects that were currently being run in this branch office. "Project Xylenn, project Iphecles, project Tiros, project Organa, project Ho'tem," I read from the list. "Bring up project Tiros," Mason instructed me. "Why that one?" I asked, even as I made the appropriate clicks. "All the others are named for Alderaani philosophers. Tiros was a Corellian warlord," he explained absently, eyes intent on the information scrolling across the screen. I muttered derisively to myself as I too scanned the information being presented to us. What did I care about philosophy or history on other worlds? It wasn't like I was ever going to go to those places. "See here?" Mason brought my attention to the listing of monthly expenses for the project. "They are making large payments with cash chips. Untraceable. That means they're paying someone who doesn't want any real record of the transaction. Scroll down, I want to see if they made any notes." Sure enough, down at the bottom of the page, the assistant had diligently marked down his reservations about the outcome of this particular project. "This person is notoriously unreliable," I read aloud, "and I have been threatened on several occasions when it was patently unnecessary. The effort required to sustain such an ego much be tremendous, and I fear that our instructions will be totally disregarded should pride become an issue." I leaned back in the chair and gazed thoughtfully up at Mason. "Hmmm," I said, in a mock contemplative tone. "Who do I know who has an overblown ego, can't be counted on farther than you can throw a bantha, would sell their soul to a Sith for a ten credit chip, and is hip deep in this gang war business?" Mason seemed amused by my blasé tone contrasted with my uncomplimentary words. "I take it you know such a person?" "Velocity, leader of the Angels, fits the bill perfectly," I practically snarled. "She hasn't hardly got the morals of a Jawa, and she's been the one responsible for the killings of too many undercover cops. Don't get me wrong," I told him, "I'm not fond of cops myself, but I don't like the idea of killing so many. It's a bad world and most of the cops in this sector are keeping it from getting any worse. It's the ones helping the decay along that I'd like to see on the business end of a heavy blaster. Unfortunately, they aren't usually the ones attracted to undercover work." Mason stared hard at the screen, occasionally closing his eyes for a moment. I can only guess that he was committing the information to memory. It would have been easier, I'm sure, to just load a copy of the file onto my datapad, but that would also leave evidence, something to be avoided if at all possible. When he was done, I closed the file and erased the log note that had recorded its opening. Then I shut the system back down and scooped up my helmet. "Let's get out of here before someone spots your ride and gets suspicious," I advised. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Calamity Jinn Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 4/5/04 12:47pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/5
	I leaned back in the chair and gazed thoughtfully up at Mason. "Hmmm," I said, in a mock contemplative tone. "Who do I know who has an overblown ego, can't be counted on farther than you can throw a bantha, would sell their soul to a Sith for a ten credit chip, and is hip deep in this gang war business?" Oooh, tell us how you really feel... I loved the bit with Mason moving the paper across to catch the cameras. That was quick thinking. -----signature----- Check out our website for "The Jemmiah Chronicles"; http://www.hellschancecantina.com
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/7/04 9:07am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/5
	Being subtle was never one of Crash's strong points, Calam. looks around for her other readers and sighs sadly __________________________________ Velocity. As her name implied, she was fast, and I don't just mean her speed in getting men into her bed. She rode a swoop like a smuggler with half of CorSec less than a half klick off her aft end. She was quick upstairs, too, though certain portions of her brain worked faster than the rest, and those parts that were fueled by her ego fastest of all. Most of her words came out hurtful, mean, nasty, spiteful, vindictive, snide, or sarcastic. If she'd ever stopped to think a moment, I'm sure they would have come out calculating, cold, rude, and malicious. She was tall, if you like that sort of thing, and full-figured, to use a euphemism, and she had guys panting after her like she was the last female on Coruscant. Personally, if I was a guy, I wouldn't pursue her even if she was that last female on Coruscant. After all, there were dozens of other inhabited planets within a day's hyper travel. And just so you know it's not just me, Nash and Ishtari and Reeabok and Shael and the triplets didn't like her either. Anyway, because of all that, with my suspicion that she was the one being paid by CoruCorp to make trouble as icing on the cake, I was more than a bit surprised to learn that she was hosting a summit to negotiate an end to the hostilities. I snorted derisively, and I didn't care who noticed. Roble did, and he shot me a glance that told me to shut up and keep my opinions to myself. Mason noticed and rewarded me with a playful wink. Shael noticed the wink and oh-so-casually draped an arm around my shoulders. I rolled my eyes. "So, she's invited the leaders of each gang and two assistants to come to Heaven and talk peace," Roble concluded. I snorted again. "Assistants? I take it there are restrictions?" "Yes, we were asked not to bring our lieutenants. I think she hopes to reassure us that she's not trying to wipe out the leadership of all the rival gangs in one shot." Shael straightened in his seat, suddenly worried. "Do you think that's a good idea?" he asked. "Actually, I think it's a very good idea." Death nodded. "Between the three of you we shouldn't have any significant lapse in leadership should anything happen at the meeting." "So, have you decided who you are going to take with you?" Famine inquired. "Yes, but I'll only ask, I won't order. This is volunteer work only. I want that understood perfectly." There were nods of agreement all around the assembled mob seated at the meal tables before he continued. "I'd like Reeabok and Crash to come with me." The Wookiee immediately whuffed an affirmative with an aggressive nod of her shaggy head. Shael's arm tightened around me, and he didn't give me a chance to answer for myself. "Why Crash?" "She's Lorrdian, Shael. You know that, I know that, everyone knows that, but not everyone understands the significance of that," Roble explained patiently. The easy way the words rattled off his tongue was proof enough that he had rehearsed the answer more than once. Death knew Shael better than a brother. "She can keep me apprized of their moods, whether they are tense or relaxed. She can help me get a feel for real intentions, and she's got the best kriffing sabacc face I've ever run up against. She's got skills I'll need." "I'll go, Boss," I told him, before Shael could open his big mouth again. "Protecto Boy here is just jealous of you." There was a hearty round of laughter at Shael's expense after that, but he stopped protesting. He didn't look happy about it, but at least he didn't drag me off to one of the private rooms to try and talk me out of it. Maybe I'd managed to drum that message through his thick skull after all. Roble was right, and Shael knew it. Not only could I do all that he had just said, but I could also read lips, too. Anybody within easy viewing range who was turned toward me while talking might as well shout because the only way to keep me from knowing every word would be to speak in some language I don't know. Needless to say, it's a talent that comes in handy more often than you might think. Mason's hands lifted over his head in a casual stretch as the others began rising from their seats and spreading out to their various tasks. Then his hands moved, and I had to fight to keep a grimace off my face at his atrocious and awkward grammar. An eye to be keeping on all things meeting while at. Attend I cannot, but will need knowledge I. Relax. I've got Death's back, I won't be missing anything, I replied when he stood smoothly and turned enough to see the motions. And your grammar's pathetic. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/8/04 12:24pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/7
	Hold on, hold on, I'm here. This week's Passover though, so it's bad for me. Loved the past two updates. I like how his Lorrdian hand language was suspiciously similar to Yoda's grammar. Cute. I like that Crash told him it was pathetic. Looking forward to more (as always)! Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Tanith Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 4/9/04 9:26am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/7
	Hi, still here. I love Qui's bad attempts at the hand language. I think he needs lessons from some-one other than Yoda Got a bad feeling about the meeting Velocity has organised. I'm with Crash - I don't trust her at all. Leona - yup, the 3 are sure tasty. It was Jemmiah that got me onto the Seans (Bean and Pertwee) by showing videos of Sharpe and Cadfael. Been hooked ever since -----signature----- Area 42 - Edinburgh's sci-fi club: http://www.area42.org.uk
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/10/04 5:47am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/7 - Date Edited: 4/10/04 6:12am (1 edits total) Edited By: Healer_Leona
	I'm here Lilith, late but here!! I muttered derisively to myself as I too scanned the information being presented to us. What did I care about philosophy or history on other worlds? It wasn't like I was ever going to go to those places. -- yes that would be me too... know-it-all-Jedi. NOt that Mason acts that way. LOL! I love that Crash's knowledge is just as important as Mason's... quite the balance with those two. Shael has to admit Crash is the perfect person to go with Death... too bad Mason can't join her. Loved Mason's grammar too!! Tanith-- Jemmy did the exact same thing to me. Found the Sharpe videos here in at a library.. and she showed me Cadfael when I was in Scotland. It's also because of her that I now have 7 guinea pigs. -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/12/04 11:20am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/7
	Ahhh, there you guys are. _______________________________ Heaven was rather nicely named. I've never seen so much luxury crammed into that much space. Everything was plush and cushioned and covered in white bantha leather or raw Alderaani silk. There was carpeting! The floor and walls were all a soft, bluish-grey. The tables were all actual glass with silver-chased durasteel supporting them. Filmy sheets of white, gauzy fabric hung from the ceiling and served to muffle noises and conversations, giving a close, cloudy feel to the atmosphere. It was the weirdest place I'd ever been. It took me a minute to figure out that all I could see was seating arrangements. There were no beds, no maintenance bay, no ‘freshers, no kitchen. Finally my eyes picked out well camouflaged doors to other areas. They had enough space and money to spare to put up walls to separate the various parts of their home pad. The rewards of successful drug traffic stared me in the face, but instead of jealousy, all I felt was disgust. The Horsemen didn't have much, but what we did have hadn't been earned off the misery of others and I was proud of that. I liked the closeness that we had because there were no walls to keep us apart. There were no secrets, well almost none, within our ranks. Right then every inch of Heaven was packed with sentient beings. The Hell Hounds had their three, a couple of Humans and a Rodian. The Wild Cards were gathered around a table with two gullible Angels who were getting taken for all they had. The Sithspawn in black and red, the Knights in deep blue, the Speed Demons in green and orange, the Imperium in purple, the Cloud Reapers in light blue and white, even a few of the gangs too small to have real territory of their own had their representatives there. In all that crowd, only the Angels were not leashed tightly to their fellows by strings of distrust and paranoia. Death, Reeabok and I entered the room in a tight trio. The Wookiee's eyes scanned everyone in the room. No one was supposed to have weapons, and we'd submitted to a scan when we arrived to ensure it, but weapons came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Reeabok's size and strength would go a long way toward keeping us safe. My unique skills and the knowledge I could gather with them could certainly qualify as another weapon. And keeping that in mind, there really wasn't anyone in that room who was unarmed, but some of us were definitely closer to the top of the firepower pile than others. I immediately determined the reason for the extra white and gold sprinkling the room. It was their home base, of course they were going to have more muscle around than anyone else. Not only that, but I picked out more than one concealed blaster hidden under riding leathers. Velocity was taking no chances. Mindful of my task here, I scanned each small grouping. The Cards were casual, calm, unconcerned, their focus on the game they were playing. The Demons and the Imperium, the two gangs caught squarely in the middle of the sector, were tense and edgy. They stayed even closer together than the rest of the groups, even the tiny gangs. Everyone was curious, everyone except the Cards was impatient for things to begin now that the last of us had arrived. Roble whispered something to Reeabok, as my eyes raked across the room again. There was something here I was missing, and I refused to keep missing it. There. It was an Angel, sitting quite casually on the corner of one couch. He was giving the whole room the same once over that I was. He was handsome in a hard, dangerous sort of way, his longish dark blond hair and green eyes shown off nicely by the white and gold of his leathers. Something about him, maybe it was the set of his shoulders, or the slightest of creases between his brows, or the calculating look in his eyes, had my nerves singing out a warning. When his gaze passed over me, I kept every muscle relaxed and smiled flirtatiously at him. His stare lingered for a moment, a minute twitching of muscles at the corner of his mouth betraying his desire to smile back, and I made a slight kissing motion at him before turning away to attend to something Death had just said to me. I kept close watch on him out of the corner of my eye, but he moved on, unconcerned. I could almost read the thoughts right out of his mind. //Wookiee- dangerous, Death- dangerous, Death's soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend- cute, not a threat.// -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Jemmiah Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 4/12/04 2:33pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/12
	Still here, still reading, still loving every word! //Wookiee- dangerous, Death- dangerous, Death's soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend- cute, not a threat.// Especially loved that last line! -----signature----- The new improved Hell's Chance Cantina! Home for many assorted JA fanfic stories!: http://www.hellschancecantina.com/index.html Open to all: have a go at Star Wars Caption Contest no.7: http://www.hellschancecantina.com/Caption_comp.html
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 4/12/04 7:50pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/12
	Took a wrong turn down a blind alley- I just made it back. -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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