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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/6/04 9:08pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/6
	He doesn;t have a beard yet? -----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: 2/6/04 9:24pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/6 - Date Edited: 2/7/04 10:17am (2 edits total) Edited By: Lilith Demodae
	Ummm, no, he doesn't. I found these and used them as a sort of .... inspiration. (lack of decent piccies here) Hmmm. That didn't work so well. Let me just give you the links. Here and here -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 2/8/04 9:08am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/6
	Hi guys, Just wanted to let you know that if you click on the links, they don't work, but if you click and drag them up to your address bar, they work fine. Nice pics, Lilith. Very nice - easy to see how you were inspired. Cheers, 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: 2/9/04 5:31am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/6
	Yay - it's Qui-Gon. Got to admit, I wasn't sure if it was going to be Qui or Obi (not having read this before) - all of the clean shaven comments threw me. I'll second Shaindl's comment - VERY nice pictures of Liam I'm glad that Qui has opened up to Crash and told her the truth. Even better - that Crash was able to shake off the jedi mind trick - she must have an extremely strong mind and personality to do that. Good on her. -----signature----- Area 42 - Edinburgh's sci-fi club: http://www.area42.org.uk
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 2/9/04 10:41am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/6
	I've been thinking for quite some time now of changing it so that he's just some miscellaneous Jedi, and it would still work, but I like it this way much better. ____________________ We were in there for almost two hours. Knight Jinn asked questions and I answered them, then I would ask and he would answer. I got to know a bit more about the concerns the authorities had over the building hostilities, and he got a whole lot more familiar with gang life and the nature of the relations between the various gangs. It all came down to money, who had it, who didn't, and who wanted it. In our little sector the corporations had plenty of it and the gangs didn't have enough of it. Both groups wanted more of it and therein lay the problem. At least that's how I saw it. With an area as large as a planetary sector, there were lots of companies, but only a few very large ones. The rising gang violence was playing merry havoc with shipping schedules, not to mention the extra credits being paid out for added security, or being lost when shipments were delayed or outright destroyed. Until Knight Jinn spelled it out for me I'd had no clue just how wide spread and destructive the strike-n-fades some of the gangs were staging had been. In our territory and near our borders things were a lot cooler, mostly because Death wasn't big into the retaliation scene. When you fight, your enemies aren't the only ones who get hurt. Your own people will get hurt, and so will many innocent bystanders. And these companies, the big ones anyway, had the money to spend on lawyers and lobbyists to pressure politicians, who in turn pressure their staffs, who in turn pressure the sector chief of police, and so on down the chain until everyone is feeling the pinch to stop the street violence. That, my Jedi explained, was why the cops had been trying so hard to infiltrate the gangs lately, and why he had been brought in when they had failed so miserably to find out what was going on. I listened carefully to the recitation of dates and numbers and estimated damages. I thought of the food shipment I had been instrumental in stealing, but shook off the guilt before it got past the twinge stage. We needed that food desperately and no one but the big company supplying the food had been hurt. The guards had been stunned, the transport taken and returned before they woke up. No one had paid for the food, I'd made up a false shipping request as well as an invoice and proof of payment, so there wasn't someone else out there waiting for that shipment who was going to go hungry because we had taken it. What did I care if a big company with more credits than compassion lost a little money on a false transfer order? "Is something bothering you, Crash?" My head came up and I realized that I'd missed what he'd been saying. "Uh, no. I was just thinking about something else, sir." "Crash, please don't call me 'sir'," he requested with a soft laugh. "It makes me feel old, and I'm not even two years older than you." "Sorry. Old habits die hard, and I'm not in a hurry to kill this one," I waved a hand in an uncertain manner. "So what do I call you, then?" "Mason worked just fine." Immediately, in a knee-jerk reaction, I jumped to his own defense. "But that wouldn't be the least bit proper! You're a Jedi, a Knight! I couldn't possibly-" "You did just fine earlier when you thought I was lying to you," Qui-Gon said mildly. Blushing furiously, I ducked my head. "I have a quick temper, and I apologize. I knew you were a Jedi then, but it hadn't really sunk in. I'm not known for my tact." A gentle finger curled under my chin and lifted my face until our eyes met. It amazed me that his whole body as well as his expression were still so open to me. I could read his amusement and concern for my feelings as easily as an academy student could read a child's first primer. "If I needed tact or respect I would have brought an initiate or another knight with me. What I need is street smarts, guts, and familiarity with the sector and its people. What I need is you." The warmth of his skin against mine and the soft, reassuring tone of his voice sent a pleasant little thrill down my spine. I knew then and there that I'd have to be extra careful of myself while around this Jedi. It would be entirely too easy to develop a crush on a man who held the stature of hero in my culture by simple virtue of his chosen career. As I gazed into those beautiful blue-grey eyes, I discarded the word crush and substituted love. Yes, this man had turned my life upside down and could, if I let him, send it spinning out of control. "Well, you've got me," I managed to reply with amazing calm. "Now what?" Mason — I had to keep thinking of him as Mason or I knew I'd forget and say something stupid — nodded and let his hand fall back to his side. "Velocity and her Angels?" "Yeah?" "Can you get me in there to take a look around? Maybe even a meeting?" I shook my head. "Not unless you've got a death wish. Like I told you earlier, we took some territory from the Angels a couple years back. They got lazy and we moved right in," I explained with a shrug. "By the time they remembered they had it, it was already gone, and there was no point in fighting for it since it wasn't all that important anyway. But you can bet they haven't forgotten. We won't be welcome there, no matter how many people you wave your hand at." "Very well. Is there a gang you aren't on shooting terms with where we could start?" "Yeah." I rose to my feet. "We're pretty tight with the Wildcards. We just gotta convince Death that it's safe to let us go visit." "Won't be a problem." "I didn't think it would be." I grimaced as I turned toward the door. I wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of tricking Roble, but it might be necessary. Something occurred to me as my hand touched the door handle and I glanced back over my shoulder at the tall Jedi behind me. "One last thing, though." "Yes?" "I hope you play sabacc." -----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: 2/9/04 1:38pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/9
	Love that Ishtari's niece refers to the Jedi as 'mean stuffy people', also that she (Ishtari) immediately gets the important info on Cade... 'Winder if he's got a girlfriend?' LOL!! When Crash finally confronts him I always get this incredibly uncomfortable feeling when he tries to use his Jedi powers on her and her plea in telling her concerns for the safety of the gand is so heartfelt. Make it a misc Jedi??? No!!!! I love that you were doing younger Qui fics before most!! The warmth of his skin against mine and the soft, reassuring tone of his voice sent a pleasant little thrill down my spine. I knew then and there that I'd have to be extra careful of myself while around this Jedi. It would be entirely too easy to develop a crush on a man who held the stature of hero in my culture by simple virtue of his chosen career. As I gazed into those beautiful blue-grey eyes, I discarded the word crush and substituted love. Yes, this man had turned my life upside down and could, if I let him, send it spinning out of control. -- sorry, I think this is one of my fave paragraphs. I can so understand how she feels. Gives me chills as well and that oh so longing sigh after reading it. -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/9/04 5:56pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/9
	Pics are gone -----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: 2/11/04 9:20am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/9
	Okay, okay, Qui he stays. And for some reason tf.n never links to geocities the right way. But Shaindl was right, if you click and drag the links to the navigation bar they work just fine. Very strange. ___________________________________ "You want to go where?" Roble's question was understandably astonished and his expression didn't so much say 'are you on drugs?!' to me as scream it while waving neon signs, but I ignored it and answered him in a bright and cheery voice. "I want to go visit Bobby. He still owes me some credits from the last time I was over there." "Crash, we're on lockdown." "Yeah, so?" Death ran a hand through his short hair in exasperation and shook his head. He didn't even glance at Mason who was leaning casually against the wall behind me. Things were quiet. None of our scouts had seen so much as another gang's ride in traffic. I honestly couldn't see why he was balking at letting us out. Sure, we still didn't know who had taken those shots at Shael and Trapper, but it's not like we were asking him to let us go do a drive-by on the Angels. And the ‘Card's territory bordered our own, so we wouldn't even have to cross disputed space. "Crash, why now? Why didn't you go visit him before the lockdown?" "I forgot. Look, Bobby and his folks are not going to hurt me. The most they'll do is meet me at the door and tell me to turn around and go home. What's the stress?" "The stress, my dear slicer, is what if someone else sees you?" Death set his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers. "I don't want to be the one who let you out into an unsafe situation." "Fine, you won't be," I told him happily. He immediately became suspicious, as well he should have, and I continued. "You told me quite firmly not to go out." Nodding once in acceptance of that, I turned and stepped toward the door. I was halfway out of the office when Death rose from his chair and called after me. "Crash, where are you going?" There was a note of warning and dawning comprehension in his voice. "To visit Bobby Fawkes. See ya when I see ya." "Crash!" I kept right on walking and Mason followed me out. I scooped up my helmet from the rack, and together Mason and I strode across the floor to his swoop. Behind us, the door to Roble's office slammed open and he shouted after us, but I kept walking and Mason followed my lead. I plopped my helmet over my head and the sounds of Armageddon were instantly muffled to an indistinct background murmur. I could no longer hear Roble's shouts that I stop. Death's next tactic would be to have one of the boys stop us, so I hopped up on the back of Mason's ride with no delays and snuggled up against his muscled back as soon as he was astride. The engine coughed once then roared to life. I waved a merry goodbye to the triplets as they rushed toward us, their arms waving in exaggerated motions. Then we eased around the rest of the swoops and gunned it through the exit. My last view over my shoulder was the sight of Shael's angry, hurt expression. ******* Three blocks later it occurred to me that Mason hadn't a clue as to where we were going. With taps on his chest, I guided him across the line and into Wildcard territory. It didn't take long for us to pick up an escort. My clearly visible jacket made identification easy for them — further aided by the fact that I'm one of the few remaining swoopless Horsemen — and my cheery wave was answered in kind. One rider sped off home to let 'em know that company was coming and the rest led us right in. Bobby Fawkes jogged into the Wildcards' garage to meet us, our engine noise racketing around the interior of the smallish permacrete structure. He stopped short as soon as Qui- Mason pulled off his helmet. It wasn't hard to see that he had been expecting someone else to be at the controls, Sloan maybe. "Crash, who's your friend?" I set my helmet on the swoop's seat and skipped forward for a hug. "Bobby, you cad, give me a squeeze." He didn't have to be asked twice, but wasn't to be deterred by my lack of answer to his question. He gave me my hug, then simply turned a questioning gaze Mason's way as soon as he'd released me. My Jedi extended his hand in reply. "Cade, Mason Cade." "He's the newest Horseman, Bobby," I explained, moving back to stand by Mason's side in a silent endorsement. "Before you ask, Shael's-" "Madder than a shaved Wookiee," Fawkes supplied. "He and Death commed us just a bit ago. They mentioned something about a raving lunatic with a death wish who was coming to see me. I thought at first that it might be Ishtari. She's the only one of you that I could come up with that would rocket off during a lockdown. War set me straight on that one in short order." My smile vanished faster than an unwatched purse in the lower market. "He still thumping his chest and hollering like a Lyran lurker?" "No, he's past that to smoking at the ears and muttering under his breath." Bobby raised an eyebrow at me and glanced curiously at the tall man standing by my side, where Shael usually was. "Mason was a convenient ride," I explained. "And I 'spect that he hasn't been around long enough to know better than to listen to you." "We had a fight, Bobby, and I don't want to talk about it. I needed to stretch my legs and I remembered that you still owe me thirty-seven credits." As expected, the mere mention of money -- especially the owing part-- chased any thought of delving deeper into my spat with my long time boyfriend right out of Bobby's head. A mercenary gleam lit up his eyes and his lips quirked into a sly half smile. "Care to give me a chance to win it back?" I rolled my eyes for effect and nodded. "Sure. Why not. I can use the cash." Bobby practically rubbed his hands together in anticipation and waved us through the door into the main lounge. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 2/11/04 12:38pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/11
	Why do I think Crash is going to turn out to be a card sharp? And that Qui's not? Loved the line about being madder than a shaved Wookiee. You certainly have a way with words. Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 2/12/04 8:21am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/11
	I dunno Shaindl. I think Qui-Gon would be good at cards. Jedi can put on that really intimidating face you know A few friends and I always joke that Qui-Gon shoulda been a professional gambler instead of a Jedi cause he doesn't seem to lose. He's got that instinct .. the Living Force probably could be a huge help to him in a setting like that -----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: 2/12/04 9:49am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/11
	I guess, Layren, that's why I see him not being good at it. He should be good at playing cards - like you said, everything points to it. But wouldn't it be much funnier if he was completely hopeless at something like cards? Lovely post again, 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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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/12/04 5:35pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/11
	I don't know why, but the line Crash, why now? Why didn't you go visit him before the lockdown?" Makes me think of a mom asking her little kid why he didn;t go to the bathroom before he got in the car. -----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: 2/13/04 8:18am Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/11
	Thank you, Ladies. Here's the next bit. ____________________________________ "Kriff!" The short, emphatic word summed it up for almost everyone at the table. Bobby watched the pile of chips in the center of the table get pulled away from him, and frowned in consternation. I was just glad that it wasn't me he was frowning at. I'm only an indifferent sabacc player, and I'd only barely managed to break even. Mason, on the other hand, had multiplied his original stake by an unbelievable amount. "Ante up." As red chips plunked into the center of the table, I sensed that all the other players were only continuing the game for the sake form and not from any real enthusiasm. I didn't blame them. They'd all lost a lot of money to a man who had been playing very badly half an hour ago. Of course, being a Jedi, he had an unreasonable advantage seeing as how he could read the emotions of the players even more accurately than I could. I was bored with playing, but didn't want to drop out until Bobby and the others decided to call it quits. To do otherwise would have been rude. Win or lose, games of chance only interested me as a way to keep my hands busy while I chatted with friends. "So, Bobby, how are you guys getting on with the rest of your neighbors?" "You know what it's like, Crash. Everybody's tense and quite a few of the gangs are starting to get paranoid. It wouldn't take much to push this over into a sector-wide bloodbath. We've already had a few skirmishes with the Demons and the Hounds." Bobby shook his head and signaled for another card. "And I've got a feeling that it's gonna get worse before long." "I pray to the Force it doesn't," I said quietly and tossed in my hand as my card total jumped up over twenty-three. "That kind of a mess none of us needs." Mason's mellow voice drifted over the slight sounds of shuffling cards and plinking credit chips. "What I can't figure out," I could hear the slightest of hesitations in his voice as he said ‘can't' instead of ‘cannot', "is how all this started. I mean, I know that I have not been in the area long, but why is everyone up in arms all of a sudden, and why just in this sector?" "Mostly it's about money." The nameless cousin who made this revelation tossed down a twenty-two that no one could beat and raked in the small pot of chips. "On the surface it's about territory and pride, but down deep it's all about the credits." A few surprised looks were pointed his way and the man blushed slightly. "Pay no attention to him, Crash," Bobby told me. "Trev actually went to the university before the cash ran out. He was an Economics major. With him, everything is about money." "But if it's really all about money, Trev, who stands to gain?" I'm a slicer. I don't know economics from astral navigation, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. "I mean, the gangs all spend money on weapons and energy packs and fixing up the resultant mess, money that could be used for more education, or more food, or better medical supplies. I just don't get it." "It's the territory, really. The more a gang controls, the more money it can bring in, through legitimate channels or otherwise." Trev appeared to really enjoy his current chance to show off a bit and quickly warmed to the topic while the cards were shuffled and cut. "And the violence the wars inspire actually stimulate the cash flow. The populace is aware of the implied threat and is more likely to cooperate in order to stave off more of it. The resulting mix of cooperation and need balances out in favor of the gang." "Unless the cops get involved and they manage to pull off a major bust," Bobby grumbled as his brother-in-law dealt the cards. "I've seen entire gangs smashed and scattered that way." And it was true. There had been several smaller gangs over the years who had gotten too bold in their approach to making money. The cops, when they managed to do anything, were usually terribly thorough. There had been five gangs that I could think of off the top of my head that had come up and been smashed back down by the cops just in the last ten years. But Velocity was changing all of that. There hadn't even been a minor raid in nearly a standard year. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't like it at all. The raids and the warnings kept the gangs at least partially honest. It also kept them from amassing too much strength or developing dangerous levels of power in their territories. The Horsemen knew that they depended on the people living in their territory. Roble made sure we were on as good terms with the common folk as possible. When we had enough left over we fed the street kids who wander the lower levels in pre-gang packs. We didn't make trouble in stores, paid our bills, and generally kept a low profile. And so far it had worked like a Jedi mind-trick. No cops were trying to infiltrate our gang. None of the Horsemen had warrants against them, at least none that we knew of. And the store owners and food vendors didn't tense up or become hostile when we came around. That too, was starting to change. And it all came back to Velocity and what she was doing to our sector. Because of her and her spreading paranoia, the Speed Demons and the Imperium were forted up tighter than the planetary treasury. The Reapers and the Knights, easy neighbors and on good relations with each other, were now lined up along their common border with suspicion in their eyes and ready blasters. Those of us with bigger territories on the edges of the sector could always slip away if push really came to violent shove, but those in the middle couldn't escape and they knew it. And tossed into that nasty mix were the cops, and the Force only knew what they were up to at any given time. What with the so called 'spot checks' they would spring from time to time that were only poorly disguised attempts to find an excuse to lock up a gangbanger, it was no wonder things were starting to get radically out of hand. "Crash?" I pulled out of my thoughts with a shake of my head and gestured for another card. The second card I asked for gave me a perfect twenty-three. After that it was all down hill for me. What little skill at cards I had, I didn't bother with because I was too busy thinking. Qui-Gon certainly had his hands full with this one, and kriff if I knew how he was gonna solve the problem. Game over and credits exchanged, my Jedi and I left. I'm certain that the very second the nose of our swoop passed out of the 'Card's garage, Bobby was on the comm telling Death that we were on our way. If I'd had anything to say about it we wouldn't have been, but I wasn't driving. I didn't particularly want to go right back to Armageddon because I needed to think. A great detective I'm not, but I like to think that if you put all the dots in front of me I could figure out how to connect them given a little time. And I'd been given plenty of dots to consider during that little game of sabacc. How Qui-Gon -- I knew that I really should try to think of him as Mason, but it was harder than I'd imagined -- had gotten the whole thing started I wasn't entirely sure, but he had a knack for bringing any conversation around to what he wanted to know. And all without seeming to really care what was said. Money. If it all came down to the money, who was going to benefit? The Horsemen sure weren't. We had very little money, and since we didn't extort credits out of the people in our territory, there was no percentage in increasing our territory by so much as another square meter. What we had was perfect and easy enough to defend and live in. The Angels were pretty much the same, as were the Wildcards and the Hell Hounds. As far as I could see, there was no logical reason at all for hostilities to start so suddenly. There hadn't been any territory stealing in several years, except up in the northeastern area of the sector where the little gangs were constantly breaking apart and reforming. With drug running and other lucrative sidelines the other gangs were all flush credit-wise. And general relations had been very good up until about a month ago. Try as I might, I couldn't pin down a single dot long enough for me to draw a line from it to a neighbor. I just couldn't figure it out. People were much easier to read than strange, disjointed facts. Computers were even easier than people because computers were logical. They did what they were programmed to do, just that, and nothing more. Computers had no emotions to get in the way of their logic and so could be counted on all the time to either do, discard, or crash. Take Shael, for instance. The man was infuriating. When I think back on it, I can clearly read the jealousy in his actions, and now I can see where it might have stemmed from, but my own reactions to him were so emotional that I didn't see what should have been painfully obvious. Emotions get in the way of logical thinking. They mess with our minds and can make everything murky and unclear. I've always thought the Jedi had the right idea when they refused to let their emotions rule them. Sometimes I wish I was a computer. Better yet, I wish I was a Jedi. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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Shaindl Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 2/13/04 12:34pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/13
	And the mystery thickens. I like how we were all right as to Qui's cardplaying abilities - terrible at first, but he's a quick learner. Can't wait to see where you're taking us with this! Shaindl -----signature----- Halfway Moment - Qui, Obi, Anakin AU - http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20110461/?0 - UPDATED JULY 3!
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 2/14/04 5:09pm Subject: RE: Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) Updated 2/13
	Ahh well Qui-Gon was more interested in conversation and information than in his card game I don't imagine Jedi do a whole lot of card playing in their spare time -----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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