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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/27/04 11:09am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/23
	Why do I think this nice little meeting is about to go to hell in a handbasket? Can't wait to see what you have coming! Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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POLARIUS Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/27/04 12:40pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/23
	I am really liking what I am reading I enjoy the character of Crash. Anyway happy writing. -----signature----- A true space pirate "So this is how liberty dies with thunderous applause" "This is what comes of empire building "anciet religions and hoaky weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side kid" Fight on Mr Squiggly, fight on
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/28/04 6:20pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/23
	does new reader happy dance Welcome, Polarius and thank you. Shaindl- I don't know, why? _____________________________________ I felt, actually felt, his gaze burning my skin. When I snuck a quick look over my shoulder Mr. Dangerous was boring holes through me with his eyes. Not Roble, not Reeabok, but me and a chill of fear slithered down my spine. This man was more than just dangerous. He was deadly. "We are only weakening ourselves. We are making the cops stronger. We are making competitors, streeters and runners, stronger. This cannot continue." "And just what did you have in mind, Velocity?" Roble's tone, his whole demeanor was beautiful. I could have kissed him. It was disdainful and mocking and bored sounding, with mildly amused curiosity peeking around the corners. It was just what was needed to throw her off stride, break the spell, if only marginally. Of course, that's why he was Death, and not me. Velocity managed to not sputter. She opened her mouth, paused for the merest moment, then pressed on, but not as smoothly as she had no doubt planned it. "We need a cease-fire." "But that's sorta what we got right now," Bobby drawled insolently, drafting off Death's lead. "Ain't none of us shooting at the others right now." "That's not the point," Velocity argued, rather desperately. "That the point is exactly," a Krikteri in green and orange countered through his translator module. "There is nothing solid, nothing binding-" "And you honestly think you could bind any of us?" the leader of the Imperium, Treggor I think his name was, pointed out snidely. "We would not be constrained by writing on a page, or vows to such as you. We are too strong for that." That started an avalanche. Hands waved in negative gestures while everyone began denying the need to even discuss the problem of the fighting. Every ‘assistant' was loudly backing up their leader. It was all I could do to keep from grinning. Velocity kept shooting lethal looks at myself and Roble, who had remained completely silent after his disruptive outburst. Whatever her plans had been, he had knocked them right out of the sky and they weren't about to regain stable flight anytime in the near future. "Ve are leavink," a Reaper declared. "Zhere is no point to zhis." "Wait," Velocity demanded, but her words were ignored completely. I shot a quick glance back at Jayek and it didn't take a Lorrdian to see that he was seething. His eyes were narrowed to slits, his nostrils were flared and his whole face had a pinched, tight look about it. And from where his gaze landed I could see who he blamed. Velocity, and me. He regained control almost instantly, his face smoothing out into his normal intense calm. But I had seen it, and I knew that this was not a man to get on the bad side of. Death jerked his head and we stood swiftly, each circling the chair a different direction so as not to slow the other. With Reeabok watching our backs, Death and me, we walked straight for the door. Behind us feet scuffed the floor as everyone else rose to follow us. There was a snarl of frustration and a panicked command and a blaster bolt slammed into the wall, only inches from the door jamb. I was already throwing myself to the floor, rather gracelessly I might add, when Roble slammed into me from the side and carried me the rest of the way down, using his own body to shield me from any other bolts that may have been aimed our way. I saw, when I managed to get a peek around Roble's brawny shoulder, that Reeabok had spun and tossed the being nearest her straight at the Angel who had fired. After that there wasn't much need for us to be concerned since everyone else in the room had drawn a weapon of some sort. Shivs, daggers, brass knuckles, black jacks, even a few slug throwers, all unpowered and thus hard to scan for, appeared and began to vigorously defend their wielders by wreaking mayhem and inflicting damage on those around them. Most of the violence was aimed at the Angels that had suddenly sprouted blasters. The three of us took shelter behind an overturned couch and Roble immediately reached for his boots and pulled out something that looked suspiciously like a blaster barrel. Of course, that's exactly what it was. With swift efficiency, the three of us assembled the parts we had smuggled in. Last of all, I pulled the energy cell from my datapad to power the weapon with. Since it was a simple, non-dangerous datapad, I'd been allowed to bring it into the room with me. Ishtari had been the one to suggest that. Red streaks of killing energy sizzled through the air over our heads, so we kept them down. The little energy cell didn't have enough of a charge for more than a dozen shots, so Roble held his fire, waiting until he was sure of a hit, and made each shot count. After a few moments he jerked his head toward the door. "We've got to get out of here before the reinforcements arrive," he growled. " ‘Bok, grab Crash, we're leaving." "Wait, I don't need to be coddled-" My words went unheeded as the Wookiee scooped me up effortlessly and cradled me close to her chest. She woofed her readiness, then she turned and pelted for the door while Roble, blaster in hand, covered our retreat. We were the first ones to make it out and all the swoops sat waiting before us. As the last to arrive, our rides were the nearest to the exit of the garage and we legged it toward them. Or rather, Reeabok and Roble did. I was still being carried like a child too small to care for itself. A movement caught my eye and I shouted a warning before the first stab of red reached out toward us. There were now angry Angels between us and our swoops. We hit the deck behind a small cargo speeder and turned the air blue with some choice words. There was only three of them, but the odds of us getting at them before someone else came out of the meeting room behind us were getting longer and longer. Death popped up and fired off a shot, forcing them to duck back. I watched him carefully, his stance, his motions, his face and expression, then I began to creep sideways away from him. Reeabok wriggled forward on her belly, heading the opposite direction I was. I was just praying that one of those guys out there didn't hit upon the bright idea of sabotaging our rides. Roble and I could ‘borrow' just about any of the others parked around us, but our Wookiee companion needed her extra large swoop. She just wouldn't fit on anything else. Scrambling from cover to cover, hoping desperately that the Angels wouldn't spot me, I moved closer to them and farther from Roble. Every time he darted up to take a shot at them I counted. He didn't have a whole lot of shots left before the power source fizzled out on him. Reeabok and I needed to hurry. Finally, I was satisfied that I was far enough away to give Roble a fighting chance, so I brought my feet underneath me, knees bent, and took a few deep breaths. Shael was going to kill me for doing this. Of course, if it didn't work he wouldn't get the chance. I jolted up, my hands coming up as if holding a blaster, my head tilted slightly, my eyes squinting a bit to aim properly, just as I had seen Death do. Instantly two of the three swung their weapons in my direction and fear froze my muscles. Roble shouted, rising to snap off two careful shots, but the words didn't register. Farther away, and much closer to the Angels, Reeabok roared out a Wookiee obscenity and charged. The men had suddenly too many targets and didn't know what to do. Reeabok's cry shocked me into motion and I dropped back down just in time to feel a searing bolt of red death slice through the air above me. There were fearful, agonized screams coming from the Angels and I could hear Roble's blaster fire twice more before falling silent. The sudden lack of sound was so loud that I could hardly stand it. My nerves were tangled and twitching, imagining all sorts of horrible outcomes for our near-suicidal actions. Just when I thought I could handle it no longer, when I thought I would break down and cry in the middle of Heaven's garage, Roble's voice cut through the silent roaring in my ears, and I'd never heard a more welcome sound in my life. "Crash, you get your butt over here this instant!" I scrambled up and stumbled through the maze of vehicles to where Death and Reeabok were starting up their rides. Roble spared a single moment to fix me with a savage stare as I approached. "If you ever do anything like that again Shael won't get the chance to flay you alive. I'll do it myself!" I nodded jerkily and snatched up my helmet, my hands shaking with the effects of adrenaline overload. I kept my eyes carefully away from the still forms that were heaped on the floor nearby, and I threw myself onto the swoop behind Roble. I struggled into my helmet, fastening it tightly as we eased through the partially open doors and out into the welcome sunlight. As soon as we were well and truly on our way, with no pursuit in sight, and within range of Armageddon, Roble was burning up the airwaves with comm traffic. I didn't even mind when Shael roared out his demand that I be returned to him that very instant so that he could personally verify that I had taken no damage during the fight. I was just way too glad that we had all gotten out of there safely. I only managed one whimpery ‘I'm fine', and spent all the rest of my energy clutching to Death, my helmeted face pressed close against his back, and cursing myself roundly for ever wanting a little more adventure in my life. Adventure was for masochists! -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/29/04 7:29am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/28
	Adventure was for masochists! LOL! Too funny! The girl has a death wish, doesn't she? If not from a blaster, then either from Shael or Roble. Looking forward to 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: 4/30/04 4:31am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/28
	Adventure was for masochists! -- Death['s gotta admit, the tactic worked and got their butts out of there safe enough. Loved the simple way Death unraveled Velocity's carefully laid plan -----signature----- Break away from everybody Break away from everthing If you can't stand the way this place is Take yourself to higher places
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Miska Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 5/1/04 6:14am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/28
	LOL I don't know how you do it, but just reading this makes my pulse rate speed up! Fabulous post, but then they all are And I think I like Crash all the more because she has a little vulnerability -----signature----- You know it's love when you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams. H/L and L/M fics in my bio!
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 5/1/04 9:49am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/28
	Adventure was for masochists You got that right! I survived the nightmare meetings in Maui (I hate politicians!!) ANd I need escape from real life. Your posts are perfect! -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/1/04 11:24am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 4/28 - Date Edited: 5/1/04 11:25am (1 edits total) Edited By: Lilith Demodae
	Shaindl -- Not a deathwish, just ... a lack of self-awareness when someone she cares about is in trouble. Leona -- Hah! Death doesn't have to admit anything such thing, he's a man. Miska -- Thank you!:) I prefer characters that are real people. Perfect characters are boring... Kitara -- Yes, but you were in Maui! _______________________________________ We shot through the skies at speeds we'd normally use only when chased by the cops, dodging the other vehicles with only the thinnest of safety margins. We were all thinking about that meeting and the way it had ended. Gang relations were going to be at an all time low after this. Anybody else who managed to escape was going to go straight home and report that the Angels had laid a trap. Personally, I didn't give them a very long life expectancy, especially if the other gangs could shelve their own issues long enough to team up against the Angels. I made a small mental note to think long and hard about everything I had seen and heard while at that meeting. It could prove to help unravel the whole mystery. But that would wait, I couldn't manage to hang on to an entire thought long enough to get all the way to the end of it just then. Roble threaded the needle into Armageddon's garage and we were surrounded before the swoop had come to a complete stop. Strong arms pulled me from the swoop and hustled me through the crowd that mobbed around Death and Reeabok clamoring for more details. Shael sat me on his bunk and eased my helmet off while his little brother lurked in the background, hovering protectively. He pushed my jacket back off my shoulders so that he could run his hands down my arms and body to assure himself that I hadn't really been hit by a stray shot. It was only then that I realized I hadn't sealed up my jacket before jumping on Roble's ride. With a sound that was half whimper and half sob, I threw myself into Shael's arms, desperate to be held, to be comforted. //We're alright! All of us. Oh, but what if ... // I couldn't complete the thought. The possibilities were too terrible to think about. Shael clutched me tightly to him and rocked me gently back and forth while I cried into his shoulder. I cried myself out and then just leaned against him, sniffing and reveling in the strength and safety of his arms. His hand stroked slowly over my hair and he was warm and comforting. "You're safe, Chen. You're home and you're safe," he murmured to me over and over again. I was vaguely aware that people came and went and that Shael chased them off. Famine's voice was the most recognizable. "Some stunt there, Crash," he congratulated me. I wasn't in the mood to accept it and Shael definitely wasn't in the mood to have people encouraging me to do stupid things. "Beat it, Souther!" I remembered it mostly because it startled me when Shael called Famine by his real name. I didn't think I'd heard it in several years. Judging by the look on his face as he walked away, neither had Famine. ******* I guess I fell asleep in Shael's arms because the next thing I knew most of the lights were down and Shael was snoring softly. He was leaning against the headboard of his bunk and I was leaning up against him. A blanket had been pulled up over us, probably by our collective mother, Nash. The dark lumps on the floor were difficult to identify at first, but when one of them rolled over and scratched at his chest I recognized that the triplets had fallen asleep on the floor around us, in a lazy sort of guard duty. Very, very gently, I eased out of Shael's embrace and glided across the floor. I'd have been happily content to stay right where I had been, except that my stomach was quite certain it was being ignored and was pulling out all the stops to get my attention. Since the rumblings were becoming disturbingly loud, I crept into the kitchen and pilfered a small gundark and cheese sandwich and a glass of nerf milk. Taking my grub, I headed for the tables, looking forward to basking in the quiet sounds of my whole family sleeping, safe and alive. Well, almost my whole family. Nash was up and around doing Force only knew what, and I nearly tripped over Mason on my way to the nearest table. He probably thought that he would be out of the way, since most everyone was asleep and he wasn't in the path from the bunks to the ‘freshers. He just happened to be right in the line of travel from the kitchen to the tables, though. Meditating, no less. "Sorry," I whispered hurriedly while trying to balance my plate and cup. Mason unfolded his long length and rose with smooth and thoughtless grace. He reached out a hand and took my plate from me, his other hand coming gently against my back to guide me to the nearest table. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked softly. "Yeah. What were you doing?" I questioned as he pulled out a chair for me. "If anybody sees you meditating you're going to start people wondering." "The only one awake was the Trianii, Nashraak." He managed to even include the rumbling growl in the proper pronunciation of the feline's name. "And she is unlikely to mention it, as meditation is a fundamental component of her religion." "Is it?" I wondered, surprised. I hadn't even known that Nash had a religion. Mason smiled, his blue eyes dancing in the dim lighting, as he set my plate down in front of me. Even if I'd managed to keep my surprise out of my voice or off my face, he'd noticed. "It is. Now eat, and don't worry about me. This isn't the first time I've been in a tricky situation." I frowned at him, but did as I was told to silence the rumblings in my stomach. As I ate I stared vaguely into space, aware that beside me the Jedi had also zoned out, probably finishing what I had interrupted. My mind began a slow replay of the events of the day as I sat and chewed. The ride into Heaven, the garage, the meeting room, my impressions of those I'd seen and of the general emotional state of all involved. That conversation between Velocity and Jayek. "I'm certain now that Velocity's involved, but Jayek's the one fingering the cops. I wonder how he does it?" I murmured to myself. "What was that?" Mason asked. I waved what was left of my sandwich and spoke around a mouthful. "Jayek, Velocity's lieutenant, is the one fingering the cops. I just wish I knew how he was doing it. I mean, he was glaring at me suspiciously through the whole thing, no matter how perfect my body language was." I frowned sternly at the memory. "He gives me the creeps." Mason's attention sharpened considerably. "Gives you the creeps? How?" I shrugged. "It's not anything specific. It's just a feeling. Before you showed up, Ishtari was the only one who could tell if I wasn't really feeling the way I looked like I was. It was kind of a shock. Anyway, this guy gave me kinda the same feeling, like he could see through me." I shuddered. "It's just creepy. I mean it's not like he's a Jedi or anything." "How can you tell?" Mason asked me pointedly. I smiled. "You Jedi think you're so hard to figure out. You all move with that effortless grace, like prowling cats. Must be the combat training. And then there's the politeness, you are all so polished and smooth. Ishtari says that's the diplomatic training you get." "Sounds like Ishtari says a lot," Mason stated in a droll tone. I smirked at him. "Yup. And then there's that self-control. You guys are so closed and so hard to read." "Even to you?" "Even to me, on occasion," I qualified. "The point is, he didn't move like a Jedi, he didn't sound like a Jedi, he wasn't a Jedi. In fact, he's not even a native here. I think he's Thyferran, or maybe Calderan." "What makes you think that?" "Speech patterns, mannerisms, attitudes." I brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face and pushed that last bite of sandwich into my mouth, then spoke around it. "Down here in the shadows we see all kinds. I've seen aliens I don't even have names for, and I've managed to meet just about every Human variant there is and I've learned to spot most of them." "So he's not from Coruscant and he's not a Jedi. What else can you tell me about this Jayek person?" "He's ruthless. He wanted to try and convince people that I was working with the cops. I think he wanted to try and get me killed." I shrugged it off casually, but Mason's expression changed radically to one of anxiousness. "Can he do it?" His voice was low and intense. "No," I scoffed. "Most of the others wouldn't believe him, too many of them know my story. And the Horsemen would all just laugh in his face, then punch it in, for saying something like that about me." Mason nodded slowly, but he still didn't look happy. "What else happened at the meeting?" "Well, everyone was pretty much wary of each other, but no one was looking to start a war." "Death said that there was a weapons search?" "Yeah, but just for blasters. And we even managed to smuggle one of those in. There were all sorts of knives and other things that the other gangs brought. Velocity started making talk like she wanted to form a gang union or some such silly thing. Roble shot smoking holes in her pretty speech, though. Jayek didn't like that much." I tilted my head to one side as I thought about it. "I think maybe he was the one that wrote it for her. Anyway, I managed to get in the back area and took a look around. I didn't see any of the faces Shael described for me from the attack on him and Trapper. Things sort of fell apart and people started to leave and Velocity blew her top. Then there was all sorts of blaster fire and people shouting and Death and Reeabok hustled me out of there." "And this story I heard about you nearly killing yourself?" he asked pointedly. "No such thing. I just drew the attention of some shooters so that Roble and Reeabok could get them out of our way." I shivered again at the memory of the frozen fear. "But I won't be doing it again any time real soon." "Shael will be only too happy to hear that, I'm sure." Mason rose and walked away with my dishes before I had a chance to think about taking them back to the kitchen. I shrugged. He was a Jedi after all. Instead of thinking up a proper way to remind him that he wasn't supposed to be acting like a Jedi while he was with the Horsemen, my thoughts returned yet again to Jayek, like a canine chewing at a favorite bone. Something about the man bothered me greatly. I'm not sure if it was the way he'd managed to usurp control of the Angels without Velocity realizing, or if it was the way they both thought that they were the ones in charge of the relationship. Maybe it was that I could see the danger in the route he was flying. He was underestimating Velocity. She'd clawed her way up to where she was at and would fight like a cornered womprat to stay there. As soon as she realized what had happened, Jayek was going to have a real fight on his hands. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. Provoking a fight between the two would at least keep them out of our hair for a while. And whoever eventually won, we'd have that many fewer problems in the end. The trick was that I hadn't a clue how to convince Velocity that her right-hand man wasn't dealing from the top of the deck. I discarded the idea and rose from the table. I was going to go back to sleep and I wasn't going to think about any of this for at least six hours. Crawling back into Shael's arms, I cuddled up against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. He was safe. I was safe. All was well for the moment. I could only pray to the Force that we would all stay that way. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/1/04 11:57am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/1
	Adventure was for masochists! Hehehe what's she doing in a swoop gang then? delurks from sick bed to post Another great post Lilith! Keep up the good work.. I'm still here reading.. -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/2/04 1:25pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/1
	I'm surprised that Ishtari hasn't spoken yet to Qui. I'm sure that would be an interesting conversation. Great post, Lilith! 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: 5/3/04 9:54am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/1
	Don't blame Shael for not wanting anyone to encourage such reckless behaivior, love the little detail of Famine's not having heard his own name in some time. Something about the scene of Mason meditating... ahhh. Again in comes the astonishing way Crash can 'see' things and put together what she's seen. I suppose it impresses me so bucause I know how very unobservant I am. -----signature----- Break away from everybody Break away from everthing If you can't stand the way this place is Take yourself to higher places
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/4/04 6:57am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/1
	Thank you, thank you and I know the feeling. Most days I'd forget my own head if it weren't attached, let alone actually see all the things I'm looking at or figure out what they mean. _______________________________ There was nothing at all from the other gangs for the next couple of days. It was a brooding, dangerous silence, like the calm before a storm, or maybe the frightened lull after a bad one fearing worse to come, or so a few of the patrol riders told me. I didn't get a chance to find out for myself. Shael hardly let me out of arm's reach, and was always stroking his hands down my arms and hair, as if to reassure himself all over again that I was fine. I could see that Mason wanted to discuss the meeting a little more with me, but we couldn't get a single second alone. He needn't have worried about the details fading over time. I don't think I'll ever forget even the tiniest subtlety of expression from that room, or what I saw of the fight after it, for as long as I live. And then there was something else to take our attention away from Velocity and her Angels. It had been coming for weeks, though with all the upset in routine and all the tensions it's no wonder people sort of forgot until it finally arrived. When it did, though, not even the complete collapse of the Republic would have stopped it from happening. We had constant patrols scheduled for all day, but Roble changed them, turned them all into short shifts so that everyone who wanted to could watch or participate. The Fights. Every six months or so we'd hold the competition. It was all in fun, or so the men all claimed, but it did allow minor grudges and bruised egos a chance to even the score. Everyone watched or fought. Shael, Bulldog, Famine, and the triplets always fought. Trapper always lounged on the sidelines and egged everyone on in his slow, lazy drawl. Ishtari, Reeabok and Nashraak would have fought, but women weren't allowed. As the smallest being in the gang, I didn't mind in the least. Unfair as the other women thought this, personally I could see why the men wouldn't want a Wookiee, a Trianii, or an ex-Jedi joining the competition. I very much doubted that their fragile egos could have handled having all three of the top slots taken by women. Without the women, who contented themselves with jeers and catcalls at the losers, Shael, Lyman, and Bulldog usually sorted the top slots among them. But this time, though hardly anyone knew it, there was a skifter in the sabacc deck. Mason. When I saw his name on the list I put my spare credits back in my pillow case and stayed away from the betting table Plague was running. I could see right where that would lead. So could everyone else. Mason and Shael would end up in the ring together if their competitors had to throw fights to make it happen, though I very much doubted it would come to that. Everyone wanted to see who would win that one. I ignored the good-natured ribbing thrown my way and refused to say which I favored in the fight: my man, or the man I was sponsoring, though Sloan was quite vocal in support of his brother. I just gave them all a small, knowing smile and hid my conflicting loyalties behind a pleasant expression. Mason or Shael? Shael or Mason? I honestly couldn't have made even a hesitant guess as to who would win. Mason had years of training and practice, with his smooth grace and the Force on his side. But Shael had grown up on the streets. There wasn't a dirty fighting trick he didn't know. And while Mason had been training Shael had been fighting, often for his life. Street smarts and instincts against polish and the Force. Force preserve me, but I hadn't a clue which way that fight would go or who I would truly be cheering for. People rushed about, grabbing breakfast as they could, moving swoops to make room, setting up the ring, shuffling in and out on staggered patrols, and stopping by the betting table to lay odds on the opening rounds. Doc took the triplets aside and painted bright, different colored letters on their foreheads so that everyone could tell them apart. Their first year in the fights only one of them had entered and he had been doing spectacularly. No one caught on until one of the boys on the sidelines showed up with a rapidly blackening eye. Ever since we've flooded the chamber before that engine could start. As ‘impartial' referees and judges, ‘Bok, Ishtari, and Nash shuffled the names into pairs and the pairs into a rough order. The order was always rough because Death reserved the right to step in and fight anyone he wanted at any time. The fight wouldn't really be a part of the competition since Roble never fought more than once, but it did shake things up a bit and the schedules had to be more flexible than would be normal at these sorts of things. Shael came by to collect a good luck kiss, several actually, and then headed off for his first fight and I stood on the side lines and watched. There were few surprises in the first round. Shael put Bait on the mat with cheerful efficiency, then helped him to his feet and shook his hand. Phyl, Gil, and Bil battered their way to victory with more strength and determination than skill. Mason made his win with apologetic grace and disgusting ease. Lyman, Bulldog, Famine, and half of the rest of the fighters made it into the second round. Money changed hands, the new chart was made for the second round, odds were figured and bets laid. Roble circulated through the crowd, watching and having fun with the rest, but always keeping one eye on the commboard, ready for any signal a patrol might send in. As Lyman stepped into the ring with Tri'est and the shouting and cheering started up again, Roble stepped up next to me on the sidelines. For a while we watched Lyman put his left jab and right hook to devastating use. "You and Shael, you got all that worked out?" "Yup." He nodded and fell silent again for a moment. "And Cade?" He's a friend, and I'm his sponsor." "Nothing more?" "Nope." "Shael know that?" "Yup." "Cade know that?" I laughed lightly and glanced up at Death with a wide smile. "Yes, he knows it." "Good. I don't want them killing each other." "I've already talked with ‘Bok and Nash. They have instructions on when to pull them apart." "A step ahead of me, huh Crash?" "That's why you pay me the big credits, Boss." -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/4/04 7:46am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4 - Date Edited: 5/4/04 8:01am (1 edits total) Edited By: Shaindl
	Ooh, am I ever looking forward to that fight! Kinda sad that Crash has to talk to others to keep them from killing each other. Looking forward to it! Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/4/04 9:49am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	It's more on the order of a precaution, Shaindl. After all, they are men. Testosterone and adrenaline can be a bad combination. Anyone with brothers can testify to this. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Jemmiah Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 5/4/04 9:58am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	"Testosterone and adrenaline can be a bad combination." I'm really going to have to work that one into the Chronicles, Lilith! Must remember that one! -----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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