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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/4/04 10:03am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	Oh, I know what you were saying. I have a brother myself. But it's still sad that boys will be boys, isn't it? -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 5/4/04 7:21pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	But you haven't answered the most important question yet- are they shirtless? -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Tanith Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 5/5/04 10:49am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	Delurks with a sheepish grin Ooooh, that Jayek gives me the creeps. Is he an ex-jedi, or force sensitive? He seemed to know too much about what was going on for a non-sensitive. Mmmm, I'm also hoping the fight will be topless. Any jello involved (hopeful grin!) Ahh, a girl can dream. -----signature----- Area 42 - Edinburgh's sci-fi club: http://www.area42.org.uk
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Jemmiah Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 5/5/04 1:20pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	Tanith! Tsk tsk I dunno...you think you know someone...you go to nursery with them, you go to Junior/High school with them...next thing you know they're talking jello and shirtless men!!! Come to think of it, that's not a bad mental image. Can I second the Jello thing, Lilith? -----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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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/5/04 1:24pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	Ooh ooh ooh! takes a seat near the ring This part was my favorite part of the whole fic........drools Ten credits on Mason... That's all I've got.... -----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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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/6/04 6:34am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/4
	Sorry ladies, no jello. This isn't that sort of fic... __________________________________ Much to my delight, and that of the other females in the gang, shirts and tunics had been stripped off long ago. If I had been a single woman, I would have been positively drooling over the impressively bare chests to be seen in Armageddon. The predictable two stood out among the rest, though for different reasons. Shael, bronzed and bulging, his muscles pumped from exertion and glistening with a sheen of sweat would have had me stalking Ishtari with mayhem in mind if I'd thought she was remotely interested in anything other than a good, long look. But she was practically licking her lips as her eyes followed Mason's broad-shouldered, lean-muscled form. With men like that around on a daily basis it's a wonder she left the Jedi Order. Force knew I'd have had a hard time making that decision. As the fights went on, Shael, Mason, Lyman, and Bulldog slugged, clubbed, danced, battered, wrestled and fought their way through the rounds until they were all that was left. The gleam in Ishtari's eye and her steady grin told anyone who cared to look that the judges were doing everything they could to make the final rounds as exciting as they could. "Death," Lyman shouted from the ringside as soon as Bulldog finished off Phyl, "You haven't fought yet. Care to take a shot at one of us?" Roble waved the question away as heads turned to catch his answer. "A little sport and a lot of sweat I don't mind, but I don't have a death wish," he shouted back over the encouraging cheers. His words were met with a roar of approval and laughter. "Fifteen minute break before the next fight," Ishtari announced and the crowd around the ring evaporated. Most headed toward Plague's betting table to see if they could lay credits on who the judges would pair together for the next fight. Some headed for the kitchens for a snack. Shael found an area clear of people over near the bunks and flopped out on the floor, letting the cold permacrete leech some of the heat from his body. I knelt next to his head and used the tip of my braid to tickle his nose. I could already see several bruises blooming under his skin. His dark eyes popped open, and with a lightning quick move, he grabbed the braid. He tugged, hand over hand, and used it to pull me closer until we were almost eye to nose, upside-down. "So, who are you betting on?" he asked, staring rather fixedly at my lips. "I'm not. Seemed safer that way." "Betting on your boyfriend is always safe." "For your ego maybe." I pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. "You forget, I've seen both of you fight now. I've half a mind to make sure Doc's close at hand to revive what's left of you two when the fight's over." "I'm not all that jealous of him anymore." "Still a little, though?" He shrugged. "A little, but no more than I would be of time you spend with anyone else when you could be spending it with me." He pulled me down for a real kiss, which we lingered over. "Well," I said when I had air of my own to speak with, "jealous or not, you're both men and you're both competitive. That spells danger. Just don't say I didn't warn you if you're too sore tonight for cuddling." "So what are my odds right now?" "Against Mason?" He nodded. "I'm giving you a fifty-fifty chance. Plague's giving you a very generous three to two and Mason's getting five to three." "But the favorite to win always gets two to one odds," he protested in surprise. "And notice that neither of you got that? He did give Mason slightly longer odds than you got. I don't think anyone's got a clue which of you to really bet on. I've seen several chance cubes tossed in the last hour or so." Shael's face twisted into a very male, pouting frown, so I kissed him again to make him feel better. "Hey, relax. It's not like I'm riding on the outcome of this fight." A flash of chagrin told me I'd hit the target. So much for not being jealous. "I love you, you silly man. Your muscles are nice, but they're not why I love you," I told him. "Oh yeah?" he challenged, a playful smile hovering about his lips. "Then come down here and prove it." "Mmmmm." "Knock it off you two. Some of us have eaten recently." Ishtari's voice was laced liberally with mock disgust. "Find your own man," I told her around a kiss, waving a hand for her to go away. "I did, but you found him first, so I'll have to see if I can't lure Mason my way." I waved again. "Fine ... be my guest ... he's all yours." Shael's lips pulled into a grin under mine at those words, and his kisses became even more enthusiastic. Knowing Ishtari, she probably smirked at us, but I couldn't tell you for sure. "Just make sure he gets enough air to fight again in a few minutes," she warned me before striding away, her boot heels clicking on the permacrete. A few minutes, and several kisses later, Nashraak's rumbling voice cut through the other party sounds. "Semi-final round," she announced carefully, "first fight will be Lyman and Cade." There was a general stampede for the ringside and by the time Shael and I arrived the crowd was already four people deep at the closest point. "I can't see a thing," I complained loudly. Instantly the nearest two triplets had me up on a shoulder each, sitting comfortably between their heads, Gil standing behind us with a hand on my back to prevent a possible fall. Now I could see everything. Shael only shook his head and pushed his way through the throng to the ringside. Mason waited in one corner, Lyman opposite him, while the judges pushed overeager watchers farther back. People who got too close to the ring had been known to get slugged. Accidentally, of course. Ishtari moved to stand behind one corner, Reeabok opposite her, and Nash perched atop a third, out of the way, but perfectly ready to step in should that be necessary. "Begin," she purred. Lyman jolted out of his corner and leapt at Mason, but the Jedi side stepped left and bobbed his head, easily avoiding a powerhouse right. Lyman let the momentum of the swing bring him all the way around in a small circle, keeping Mason from dodging farther left and out into the center of the ring. Shorter, but bulkier than Mason, Lyman rushed forward, trying to pin the Jedi against the ropes, but Mason was just too fast to be caught that way and he dodged aside and away with only a glancing blow to his shoulder to show for it. "Gotta be quicker than that, Lyman," Ishtari jeered from her corner. She was seconded by a good many of the watchers. The shorter fighter growled, not at his opponent, but at the redheaded judge. "If you're gonna ... shoot off your mouth Red ... at least ... give me some ... useful advice." Lyman continued to try and force Mason to close with him, having seen that the Jedi liked to stay well out and fight from a distance, but he couldn't keep up. True to Jedi form, or at least what I'd seen and heard of it from Ishtari, Mason danced and dodged, letting his opponent tire himself, though he took more than a couple stiff shots for his efforts. When the shorter man could no longer keep his guard up properly, Mason began attacking, punching, tripping. Finally, Lyman hit the mat and didn't get back up right away. Nash slunk forward, her whiskers arched, and began counting. At eight Lyman made an effort to push himself up, but it came too late and he just didn't have the energy left to finish the move. "Mason Cade is the winner," Nash declared. "Clear the ring for Bulldog and Shael." Reeabok stepped into the ring and lifted Lyman over her shoulder. He protested, his dignity and pride trying to win out over exhaustion. She relented and put him on his feet, but only after stepping out of the ring. Shael and Bulldog stepped into the ring together and went to their corners. This was the one fight that had the possibility of upsetting everyone's plans, and Bulldog was just enough of a prankster to do it just to spite everyone else. When Nash called out the start, both men came slowly out to the center and circled each other slowly, probing defenses and reactions with a few jabs and swings. I noticed Mason standing behind Reeabok, watching closely. He was going to be facing whoever won this fight in the final match, so I guess studying styles wasn't a bad idea. I just wasn't going to spare him a whole lot of attention. My man was in the ring. Shael let another probing left jab dart out, and instead of pulling back again to check the reaction, he pounded forward with low, wicked punch to Bulldog's ribs. Bulldog responded with a grunt and a hurried swing for Shael's head that missed. All around the ring cheers and shouted encouragements rose in volume. I winced in sympathy as Bulldog got a solid uppercut through Shael's defenses, but my man repaid him with a knee to the ribs and a stiff shove that ruined his balance. Circling again, the two men faced off. Shael didn't let the lull last long. He stutter-stepped at Bulldog, who dodged back in reaction. Just as he realized his mistake and moved forward again, Shael lunged ahead with a brutal punch that met him coming in. Bulldog didn't have a chance. It landed at the corner of his jaw and he was unconscious before he hit the mat. "Don't you think that was a little harsh?" Roble called as Doc scurried under the ropes to check and make sure Shael hadn't dislocated Bulldog's jaw. "Naw. He'll understand. I just didn't want to waste too much energy on this round." I smiled and shook my head. Bulldog wasn't going to be upset. In fact, he was most likely to practice that move for the next few months, trying to get it right so he could use it the next time the Fights came around. A movement that was neither cheering nor jeering caught my attention and I watched as Mason slipped off through the crowd. I could tell he had some rethinking to do. It hadn't occurred to him that Shael might actually know some tactics. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/6/04 8:44am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	Lovely, lovely descriptions of the combatants, Lilith. That'll keep me going for a few days. Still looking forward to the big fight. But why do I think Roble's about to step in and do something? Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Jedi_Nifet Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 5/6/04 11:56am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	Geez, how did I manage to fall that far behind?? Anyway, I'm still here. That was exciting. I even had a vision of it in my head, which is a rare thing as of late. -----signature----- ~~Beauty is the food of soul~~
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Miska Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 5/6/04 3:28pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	Awesome scene! But I hope you're not gonna leave us hanging here for too long! -----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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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/6/04 3:52pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	Thanks, Nifet. I'm a martial artist myself, so I'm very happy when people tell me they can actually 'see' the scene. That means I did it right. Miska, the next scene ends on an even worse note, so don't be in too big a hurry. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/7/04 6:09am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	It's so funny how how not allowing the girsl to fight keeps some very serious comeptition out of the ring... competetion that Crash made note of the fact the guys egos couldn't handle being beaten by them. Hmmmm, as confident in Shael as Crash is, I still believe he would have stood no chance if Mason fought with all his skills and the Force. After reading the comment of readers on toplessness I couldn't help but laughed at the following post's first sentence, Much to my delight, and that of the other females in the gang, shirts and tunics had been stripped off long ago.. I know you made the girls now reading smile like crazy. Ahh... so satisfying to read. -----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: 5/8/04 8:29am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/6
	Not much to smile about in this post... well, maybe a little... ________________________________ There was a general rush for the betting table and Ishtari announced another fifteen minute break before the final bout. Shael simply flopped in the middle of the ring, calming his breathing, clearing his mind, and smiling up at me on my perch on Phyl and Bil's shoulders. "Gil, get her a muja and a sandwich. I haven't seen her eat anything all afternoon." The gentle pressure on my back disappeared and I heard Gil's steps hurry off toward the kitchen area. I made a face at Shael, but he only laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes with a self-satisfied smirk. He knew that the boys would make sure I actually ate it. When Mason stepped into the ring his face was calm, serene. It was that expression you would see on most any Jedi who doesn't want you to figure out what he's feeling. I couldn't decide if he was wary, confident, or just, well, there. His movements were loose, easy, but not cocky. There was an expectant hush over the crowd as Nash raised her hand. Shael glanced over and tossed a wink my way. I wasn't sure how to interpret it. Was it cockiness, or reassurance that this wasn't vindictive on his part? "Begin." As soon as the single word hissed from between the Trianii's pointed teeth, worrying about the matter became entirely pointless. For better or worse the fight had started and the Force only knew how it was going to turn out. Mason danced forward toward the center of the ring from his corner, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. I think he was half expecting a rush like Lyman pulled. Instead Shael leaned back against the ropes in a deceptively negligent pose and waited, a little smirk on his face. The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Mason went with it, waving and bowing to the gang, a broad smile pulling at his normally calm expression. I saw him wink at Shael before turning to blow me a kiss. The gang whistled and hooted in response and it finally brought Shael out of his corner, but not in a rush. He too bounced lightly on his feet and jerked his head at Mason, as if to say, ‘come on, let's give them what they want.' Roble sidled up next to me, or at least as close as he could get with the triplets holding me up the way they were. "It really is worked out, isn't it?" he asked as Mason ducked a punch and spun under it, delivering an elbow to the ribs. "I told you it was." Shael spun the opposite way and was there waiting with a short rabbit punch to the gut when Mason turned to set himself. "Yeah, but-" "But you weren't really sure, were you?" Mason only partially blocked it, hopping backward with the blow to lessen the impact and lashed out with a kick that landed in Shael's ribs. "Nope." The kick, not properly set, had little force behind it though, and Shael shrugged it off and bulled forward with two left jabs and a short hook that missed and turned into a full spin with an elbow smash that connected to Mason's nose. I winced in sympathy before replying, "That's what you get for doubting someone as perceptive, and intelligent, and beautiful as I am." Mason danced away, one hand gingerly touching an obviously broken nose, while Shael bounced lightly in the center of the ring and accepted the rousing cheers of the crowd. Roble chuckled. "Must be." "Don't let him get away with that, Cade!" Ishtari encouraged from her corner. Mason shifted his stance slightly and began to move back in as Shael set himself again. "I thought judges were supposed to be impartial," I called across the ring. Shael did a quick foot shuffle, hoping no doubt to set Mason up the way he did Bulldog, but the Jedi didn't take the bait. " ‘Supposed to' being the operative terms," the red head shouted back, a wide grin wreathing her face. Shael stepped in with a left right left combination. Mason blocked all three with his front arm and lanced a punch through his opponent's defenses and Shael staggered back. Mason flowed forward smoothly, obviously getting into his rhythm. Jab, jab, punch, duck, backfist, knee. Shael blocked, ducked, accepted, countered with a fast swing, rolled with and jumped back to avoid. Ishtari wasn't the only one urging Mason on. More than a few wanted to see Shael lose his usual place at the top of the pile and saw this as the perfect opportunity. By that time the crowd was almost equally divided between the two fighters. When Bil shouted out something meant to spur Mason on, I whapped him sharply on the top of his head. In the thick of it, I guess I discovered who I was really rooting for, all my loud statements of neutrality aside. Shael rebounded from the ropes and shot toward Mason with his right arm extended. Mason ducked the clothesline and spun rapidly to deliver an elbow to Shael's ribs as he rocketed past. My man grunted in response and stuck a foot in the middle of the Jedi's footwork, tripping him up and throwing him off balance. Shael launched a loose backfist that finished off Mason's vertical hold. Mason fell into a roll, trying to come up on his feet, but he was too close to the ropes and tangled a foot, messing up his timing. Shael took the opportunity to step back and take stock. A lump was rising on his cheek and his lower lip was split. He had a couple reddish spots on his shoulders and ribs that were going to become spectacular bruises in a few hours. He still looked like he had plenty of energy, though. I watched Mason make a similar check as he regained his feet. A little blood was smeared across his cheek and lips from his broken nose and he was going to be just as black and blue as Shael. Both men were breathing a little hard, but other than that, they looked like they could keep it up for the next hour or more. Coming back toward each other, they circled again. Shael stutter-stepped and Mason hopped back. A few jabs were tossed in both directions, but nothing that really landed. Shael stutter-stepped and Mason hopped back again. A third time, Shael stutter-stepped at Mason, and a third time the Jedi hopped back. This time, though he came back forward almost immediately. I waited for Shael's lunge and that finishing right cross and sure enough, Shael jumped forward. Mason, half way through his own forward motion, paused for a split second, obviously expecting the punch, but it didn't come and whatever Mason had been planning was short circuited. Instead, Shael stepped across Mason's body in the merest opening the Jedi's pause had revealed. Coming around in a circle, Shael cupped his left fist in his right hand and powered his elbow right into Mason's gut. Mason seemed to realize what was happening just before the blow landed and sucked in his stomach, bending over the strike and moving with the force to lessen it. A backward roll to a standing position brought him out of the immediate danger area before Shael could take advantage of his sudden upper hand. Shael didn't wait to let him get set again, though, and took the Jedi in a tackle dive. Both men bumped up against the ropes in a tangle of arms and legs. They didn't stay there long. The furious ball of sweat and muscles and testosterone rolled across the ring as leverage shifted and fists and elbows rose and fell. I shifted on my shoulder-seat trying to see over the heads of the folks who had rushed to the side of the ring to get a better look. Ishtari and Nash shot each other a glance that I hoped was a question about the looming possibility of breaking up the fight. The triplets moved forward, but not at the same pace, and I almost lost my seat. Wrapping my arms around Phyl's head to keep my balance drew an unhappy mutter. Shael reared up suddenly, his fist cocked, but Mason bucked hard and Shael had to throw out a hand to maintain balance. Mason slithered out from under Shael and came to his feet. Shael stayed in a low three-point crouch, his legs tucked under him, one arm free, waiting for Mason's move. Mason's blue eyes scanned the situation, assessing risks and advantages, then moved forward. Suddenly the alarm hooted out, cutting through the conflicting shouts of the crowd and brought instant silence. Roble was at the comm board just as Shael vaulted the ropes, Mason close behind him. Everyone else stayed right where they were at, waiting expectantly. Roble listened to the voice issuing from the earpiece he had hurriedly snatched up. The call ended and Death turned to face the gang, his expression grim. "The patrol's been ambushed." -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 5/8/04 2:07pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/8
	Love the attention to detail -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/8/04 6:08pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/8
	Poor Qui. So that's how he got his nose broken eh? MWahahahahhaha mmmm I love that part. It's my favorite in the whole fic Lilith! excellent job. -----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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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/9/04 11:48am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 5/8
	Yep, a wonder post. In all fairness the perfect way to end the fight, with no winner, but it still drives me crazy!!! -----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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