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princess_of_naboo Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 6/13/07 11:03am Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	Nice updates. Loved the line about Canderous' mom. You do such a great job writing that I have a hard time picking out what's original and what's from the game sometimes. -----signature----- Reports from the Corellian Conflict - updated 11/22 http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/24309725 Princess of Naboo's Drabbles - Wk 7: Han; Wk 8: Tenel Ka http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/244319
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 6/13/07 5:41pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	Loved the arrival of HK, there. And Aiden, Bastila and Canderous rocked as well. Loved their convo before the fight. And loved the fight, too. -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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Rogue_Pilot_2347 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/13/07 6:58pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	Wait! No! You can't stop there! It's too short!!!!!! Love Aiden in the dress, and love the droid. Meatbags, eh? Do I sense some "agressive negotiation" tactics present? -----signature----- The Ultimate poetry Challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26190468&brd=10304&replies=6 Two Halves of the Same Whole: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27517831&brd=10476&replies=0 *For the 2nd drabble challenge
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jedi_of_ennth Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/22/07 12:12pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	"Statement: I am HK-47, at your... service." I love HK. "Answer: Why, that is exactly what I do. I point my blaster at the meatbags until they understand what my master wants, and I shoot them if they try anything." You write HK really well. "If I were Carth, I doubt I'd be doing this." Aiden turned to look in a full-length mirror. Bastila had chosen a cropped wrap top in pale blue for him, stuffing it with a few pairs of socks. On the bottom he wore a roomy cotton skirt in the same blue that allowed him to strap his lightsaber on to his boots unnoticed. The head wrap was white, but had blue flowers in a scattered pattern. "Okay, I'm officially regretting this idea." Canderous snorted. "You Jedi people have parents?" No, they just pop out of the ground! Like dwarves! "Alive and still shooting anything that tries to raid her house." Sounds about right! Great update! -----signature----- "I'm your friend. I love you." -- Zekk to Jaina, LotF: Fury
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/22/07 12:53pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	I just found this and have gone on a reading spree. I've go to say, this is one of my favorite versions of KotOR. I love HK-47 and his dialog, it's probably the only reason I bought the game. You write him so well, along with Carth and the others. True, true, some people juggle baby birds, and others try and seduce captains to steal their ships. Ah, I wish there was fan art, just so I could see Aiden in a dress. If you have a PM list, can I get on it, please? Ya know, Canderous really reminds me of Jayne... can't imagine why though... Emerald -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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oqidaun Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/29/07 9:58pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	I'm caught up!!!! hehehehehe This is as fantastic of a story as its always been. Leiraya is delightful as ever, but the part about Aiden in the dress at the end was great. Thanks for the reminder that I needed to get back over here and give you some love. -----signature----- . . . .
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Commander-DWH Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 7/4/07 10:53pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 6/13- Statement: You are a meatbag.)
	princess_of_naboo: Thank you! I think that's about the best compliment a KOTOR-interp writer can get. Striker: Statement: HK-47 is made of badass and programmed with awesome. Rogue_Pilot: Too short? Well, then here's a longer chapter for you. JoE: HK-47 has some of the best quotes in both games. I feared I wouldn't do him justice, but I'm glad to hear he came off well. emerald54: Welcome to the story! I will most certainly add you to the PM list of d00m. And you never know, if I have a bored moment, you may just find a picture of Aiden in a dress show up on this thread... oqi: You're back! I missed you lots. Now it's my turn to go and catch up on your story. As a sort of side-note, I have a picture from my last day of classes that kind of screams "Leiraya on Corellia" to me, so I thought I'd share. I didn't have any of my really nice costumes that were suited to a hot and humid day, so I grabbed my best Leiraya-like outfit and my lightsaber and called it good. Now, without further ado, the next chapter! Chapter 25 After convincing the gate guard that their hunting permit was legal, and hiking in the sand for almost an hour, Leiraya began to wonder why anyone ever bothered coming to Tatooine. Where did a system with binary suns start sounding like a good idea? "You know, I'm water safety. I don't do this whole desert thing." She trudged through the sand, kicking some of it as she went. "Isn't Manaan completely covered in water? I vote we go there." "How do you feel about bureaucracy?" Carth grinned wryly. "I hear they've mastered the art." "Beats the hell out of this," Leiraya scowled at the unrelenting suns. "The novelty of having two shadows has worn off. It was less impressive than I expected, anyway." "Suggestion:" HK chimed in. "If we were to find some hostile lifeforms, we could kill something to cheer ourselves up." "If we didn't need you to translate, I'd take you apart myself," Leiraya retorted. "Don't mess with me, HK. Just don't do it." "I'll second that recommendation," Carth advised. "She's difficult to deal with when she gets testy." "And what's that supposed to mean?" Leiraya whirled around and poked her finger firmly in his chest. "You are in no position to complain about me being testy, Mr. I-Don't-Trust-Anything-Including-Your-Pet-Gizka." "Oh yeah? Well at least I'm not trying to champion every cause of the undertrodden in the galaxy all by myself," Carth spat back. "I try to keep my goals realistic." "Realistic." Leiraya snorted. "Flyboy, you're so constrained by reality you forgot how to live." "Yeah, well, at least I don't get my hopes up anymore. It softens the blow when things inevitably fall apart." "Inevitably?" She echoed. "Since when is failure an inevitability? Listen, I know that Karath is an evil bastard, and that was a major blow to your morale. But I'm not him. And neither is anyone else on this mission, even though I have yet to figure out what exactly it is we're doing, and how the lot of us got chosen to trek across the galaxy." "You see? None of this makes sense." Carth crossed his arms and frowned. "Who in their right mind sends four padawans, one of whom they don't really know that well, one of whom has already shown unstable tendencies, and one of whom they don't really even like, to do something as drastic as tracking the path of Revan and Malak?" "Here's the difference between you and me, Carth. You take it all as a sign that the galaxy is against you and the world's going to turn upside down if you don't watch it every second. I just take it as one of those weird things life does to you sometimes." "Observation: The heat is getting to both of you, and you ought to seek some shade before you both kill each other... however entertaining that would be." "Quiet, HK," they both spat simultaneously. "Statement: I will be silent as commanded... meatbags." "Carth... when did this become an argument?" He was silent for several seconds, then shook his head. "I don't know. I'd say I'm sorry I called you testy... but you really are testy. At least right now." Leiraya frowned in annoyance, but she knew he was right. This time. "Okay, I admit, the heat is making me a bit crankier than usual. That's my excuse. What's yours?" "My boy is apparently a Sith," Carth said flatly. "Does that give me some leeway for distrustfulness?" "I'll give you that. But I'm not a Sith. I mean, come on. Can you see me trying to rule the galaxy with an iron fist?" "No, but I couldn't see Karath turning on his own people, either." Carth sighed. "Don't get me wrong- you've done nothing but help, and I appreciate it. A lot. And I want to believe the galaxy as we know it would collapse in a puff of logic if you ever turned to the Sith. But everyone I've ever really trusted either turned or died as a result of someone turning. It puts a damper on things." "I want you to listen, and listen really carefully." Leiraya looked him straight in the eye. "I will never do anything to betray you. I have nothing to offer but my word, but I sincerely hope you'll take it, because I consider you a friend, and trusting is one of those things friends do. For what it's worth, I'd trust you with my life." "I..." he trailed off. "You shouldn't. Not after all the people I've gotten killed." Leiraya rolled her eyes in frustration. "Okay, you're completely sober, and still thinking Telos is your fault? Carth, unless you were on the Leviathan when Karath gave the order, there was nothing you could have done. Stop beating yourself up because he's an evil bastard. As long as you keep blaming yourself, he's getting away with murder." Carth was silent for several seconds. "It's true... but it's hard not to feel responsible." "I know. But that's what you have friends for." She smiled back at him. "Seriously, you can't carry the weight of the galaxy all by yourself. And I'll always be here for you." On an impulse, she jumped over and gave him a huge hug. Looking up almost apologetically, she simply stated, "You looked like you could use a hug." Carth held her for several long moments, trying to collect his thoughts. His entire universe had been turned upside-down when Karath attacked Telos. Since coming on this mission with the Jedi, things had started to feel terrifyingly normal. He wanted to trust his crew, and not just be around to fly the ship and bark out orders. He had known going in that on such a small crew, they would all get to know each other fairly well. But he hadn't counted on this. He hadn't counted on falling for one of the crew. "Leiraya, I-" he started, but he was interrupted by a rather impatient 'droid. "Observation: The Sandpeople village appears to be just over the dune." Letting go, Leiraya turned around to face him. "You enjoyed doing that, didn't you?" "Confession: I admit a great deal of amusement. I am simply not programmed to comprehend human behaviour beyond hunting and killing." "I expected as much." Leiraya sighed. "All right, let's do this negotiating thing." "How do you propose we get in there without them attacking on sight?" Carth asked. "They do have a reputation for doing that." "Well... let's send HK in first. He can ask if it would be all right for us to come. If he's not back in five minutes, we've rid the galaxy of one assassin 'droid." "Statement: Your concern for my welfare is overwhelming." Leiraya grinned. "I know. Come on, now, you're the only one who can talk to them." "Statement: I will go, but should I be destroyed, it will be on your head." With that, the rust-orange 'droid trudged towards the village. "You sure sending him in there unarmed is a good idea?" Leiraya shrugged. "Do you want to give him any weapons?" "Not really." Carth shook his head. "I'm on Tatooine, standing in the middle of the Dune Sea waiting to negotiate with Sand People using an assassin 'droid to translate. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was going crazy." "No crazier than the rest of us. I wonder what Aiden's group is up to." "Probably being more productive than we are." "Guess we'll find out later," Leiraya smiled. "For now, I guess we'll just have fun with our chosen form of crazy." "If 'fun' is the word for it," Carth grinned ruefully. "Are you sure we couldn't drop-kick Jawas?" "Certain of it," she replied easily. "Don't worry, this will work out for the best." "Your optimism impresses me," Carth smiled, "and never ceases to amaze me." "That's why you like me." Leiraya grinned broadly. Carth could only shake his head and smile. "Yeah, it really is." * * * Juhani was practicing her saber skills when the delivery man came. "'Scuse me," a voice came from the landing ramp. "Anyone here?" With cat-like tread, Juhani made her way to the entrance. "Who are you?" The man looked warily at her lightsaber, unlit but gripped tightly in her hand. "Ahhh... delivery. We've got a shipment for you, if you'll um... sign here..." he fumbled for the datapad and stylus, and extended them carefully towards her. "Please." Juhani eyed the crates that another set of men were carrying towards the ship. "What is in those boxes?" "I don't ask what's in the crate, lady, I just make sure it gets to the proper ship. And this is the docking bay and time, as you'll see indicated... here." He pointed at some information displayed on the datapad's screen. "What if we did not order anything?" Juhani raised a menacing eyebrow, which seemed to unnerve the delivery man even further. "Listen, I just make the deliveries. I have to leave the crates here. If you don't want it, find someone else to sell it to. But I'm only paid if I return without the packages." "I will sign," Juhani replied tersely, snatching the stylus from his hand and scribbling her signature on to the datapad. "Thanks," the delivery man said, tipping his hat as he quickly turned to leave the docking bay. She eyed him carefully as he left. He did not feel like an agent of the Sith, but she knew she had to be careful. Ever since her brush with the dark side, she knew she was walking on thin ice- both with her own stability and with the Council. "What's all this commotion?" Jolee walked up behind her, stretching as he surveyed the scene. "Did we order something?" "Not that I know of," Juhani replied. "But they seem harmless." "They'd better be," Jolee grimaced as he watched the men carry the sizable crate on board. "Otherwise I'll track them down and give them an earful myself." "That would indeed be amusing," Juhani said, a smile tugging at her lips. "Shall we see what is in the crate?" Jolee eyed the men now leaving the ship, shrugged, and turned. "Sure, why not? We ought to amuse ourselves somehow." They walked back towards the cargo bay, when they heard a sudden squeal of delight. Sasha came bolting out of the cargo bay, holding something small, green, and somewhat cute looking in her arms. "Look! It was in the box! Can I keep it?" "Ohhh no." Jolee groaned. "That's not what I think it is." Juhani looked at him warily. "What is it?" "Gizka. Annoyingly cute little buggers, reproduce like no other. You pick one gizka up somewhere, you're stuck with ten within a few weeks. If that was a shipment of gizka..." Wordlessly, Juhani and Jolee exchanged a worried glance and bolted for the cargo bay. Sure enough, the floor was crawling with half a dozen cooing green creatures. "Wonderful. Just wonderful." "Can we get rid of them?" Juhani asked. "No!" Sasha stood in the doorway, holding her gizka protectively. "You're not hurting Briikase, or any of his brothers and sisters." Jolee grimaced, and looked helplessly at Juhani. "Kids. What are you going to do?" "We will not hurt them, Sasha," Juhani promised. "But we cannot keep them on the ship forever. They need a better home than this." Sasha did not look pleased, but she assented. "Okay. As long as they're in good hands." "We'll make sure of it, Sasha," Jolee assured her. "In the meantime, you can be in charge of taking care of them, if you like." Sasha's eyes lit up at this suggestion. "I can do that!" "Good," Jolee smiled and patted her on the head. "Now I'm going to go find some room not full of hopping green things." He exited the cargo bay, and Juhani followed closely behind. "Did you just trick her into dealing with all those animals?" "No trick, Juhani. Just a knowledge of what everyone wants to do. Bastila wants to take charge, Aiden wants to annoy her as much as possible by exercising his own authority, Carth wants to fly the ship, Leiraya wants to champion half the causes in the galaxy, Mission wants to belong to a family, and Sasha wants a job of her own." "Very astute observations," Juhani smiled. "And what do you want?" "To see this little adventure through to its end, then find a nice, quiet planet where I can pass the rest of my days unbothered by the Jedi." "You had just that," Juhani pointed out. "How many years did you live on Kashyyyk?" "Twenty. And that was enough for one location. No, this is my place for now." Jolee smiled thoughtfully. "I know a lot of the Jedi you probably know will be excited by shining lights and say, 'oooo, destiny,' but it's really not as impressive as they make it sound. You know where you belong, and you go there." "Wise words. One might almost think you were a Jedi." "Don't let the two-cred philosophy fool you," Jolee grinned ruefully. "I'm just another old man, trying to knock some sense into the next generation." "Well, this member of the next generation appreciates it." Juhani smiled. "Perhaps you might also like to blow the dust off that lightsaber of yours and spar with me some time?" "We'll see, lass, we'll see." Jolee smiled. "You'll turn out all right, Juhani. Just give yourself that chance." Juhani returned the smile. "I thank you for your confidence. Now, I think we should both escape from the roaming gizka." Jolee looked back at the gizka, who were now slowly hopping out of the cargo bay. "Right you are, lass. Right you are." * * * The Anchorhead cantina was about as bad as Aiden expected. It was occupied by all manner of beings that walked on the seedier side of life, and smelled like the inside of an oven gone wrong. Canderous quickly purchased drinks for them, which smelled only slightly better than the environment, and would probably only retain their cool for a couple of minutes at best. Bastila looked around warily. "I have a bad feeling about this." "What for?" Aiden shrugged. "I don't sense anything." "You don't understand," Bastila looked at him almost pleadingly. "This is the woman I swore I'd never be like. The woman who sent me away from my family." She lowered her eyes and shook her head. "I didn't ever expect I'd meet her; the Jedi try to avoid such contacts." "You were only four when you left, Bas," Aiden pointed out. "Maybe she's not as bad as you think." "Perhaps not. Still." Bastila was silent, but Aiden could feel the remainder of the thought through their bond. She had lived in fear of ever meeting the woman, and at this date, the prospect of having to face her was near-paralyzing. "Bas, let me tell you- if she's anything like what you say, then you don't have to worry about becoming her. Even if you're bossy, and annoying, and have questionable taste in fashion..." he saw her glare and quickly moved on, "you're one of the most loyal and trustworthy people I know. Don't sell yourself short, even if she is here." Bastila's gaze was now fixed on the entryway to the cantina. "Oh, she is." Aiden followed her gaze. An older woman in plain clothes stood in the doorway, looked like she was going to head straight for the bar. That is, until she spotted Bastila's openmouthed stare, returned it with her own for a brief moment, but caught herself and strode over. Bastila snapped her eyes back to her drink. "This is bad. Very, very bad." The woman, on the other hand, arrived at their table with a look of shocked curiosity. "Is that really you, Bastila?" Bastila remained silent for several seconds before Canderous answered for her. "Yeah, she's our resident Jedi princess. And you are?" "I'm Helena," she responded, directing a somewhat annoyed glance at the Mandalorian. "I'm her mother, though she doesn't seem quite ready to admit it." "Oh, save it, mother." Bastila shot back at her. "You haven't seen me since I was four, and even then you got rid of me the first chance you got. You can hardly expect me to be happy about this." "Got rid of you?" Helena repeated. "Is that what they told you? I should have known something would go wrong with those Jedi- I send you to them, and here you are with a Mandalorian and a cross-dresser." "Hey, now, this isn't my usual attire," Aiden was quick to protest. "There were... extenuating circumstances." "But I'm always Mandalorian," Canderous chimed in. "They didn't need to tell me, I remember," Bastila replied to her mother, ignoring the comments of her crewmates. "Father wanted to keep me, but you sent me away anyway." She paused. "Where is father, anyway?" Helena stared somewhat helplessly at Bastila for a few seconds. "Bastila, that's not how it was at all." "You didn't answer my question." "I don't know where he is," Helena replied. "That's why I'm on Tatooine, actually." "What, did he finally get sick of you?" Bastila snorted. At that, Helena's eyes turned to stone. "I think you're hardly qualified to comment on that. You barely remember us at all- and even that memory is skewed. Let me tell you what really happened." Bastila waved her hand. "I'm all ears, mother." "You're right about one thing- your father wanted to keep you. He loved you dearly, and wanted to take you everywhere with him. Unfortunately, 'everywhere' was not safe. He was always running off on some treasure scheme or another, and I feared that if he kept taking you out with him, he'd eventually run you into trouble he couldn't get you out of. As wonderful of a man as he was, he lacked the good sense to keep you safe." "So you sent me away?" Bastila asked skeptically. "The Jedi came, told me that they'd make a good home for you. They said you could be a part of the future of the galaxy, protecting it, instead of being in the line of fire." Helena shook her head. "It was hard to say goodbye, but I knew you could do so much better than either of us if you left." "What about father?" "He wasn't happy," Helena admitted. "He didn't trust the Jedi to keep you safe. But I didn't trust him to keep himself safe, much less our child. And sure enough, I was proven right on that point." Bastila's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "I mean he came here to Tatooine a couple of months ago, chasing some crazy scheme or another, and I haven't seen or heard from him since. It's not like him to disappear like that, so I came here looking for him." "Why should I believe you?" Bastila asked warily. "It's not like you made any effort to keep track of him before." "First off, I didn't have to make an effort," Helena replied frostily. "He was obsessive about making sure I knew he was all right. Secondly," she paused, seeming to lose a bit of her steam, "I'm sick. Probably dying. I wanted to find him, to know one way or another if he was all right, before I die." "I..." Bastila trailed off, not certain what to say. She wasn't sure if she believed the woman, but she didn't really have any reason to doubt her, either. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," Helena brushed the apology away. "I've had enough time to come to terms with it. I'm just interested in finding out what happened to him. Nobody here seems to know, but I keep on hoping someone will show up who does." Bastila was silent for several long moments before replying. "If I find anything, I'll let you know." Helena looked surprised at Bastila's sudden change in attitude. "That's generous of you." "I want to know what happened to my father, that's all," Bastila replied somewhat stiffly. "Still, I appreciate it." There was a brief pause. "I'll leave you and your... friends, then?" "Goodbye, mother." Bastila barely looked up. Helena left without another word, leaving Aiden and Canderous looking pointedly at her. "Well, that was a charming display, princess." Canderous grinned. "Are you always so diplomatic, or do you reserve that sort of love for family?" "Quiet," came Bastila's biting reply. "The last thing I need is your snide remarks." "He's got a point, though, Bas." Aiden looked concerned. "It's not like you to be this, well... mean." "It's... complicated," was her only reply. "Complicated or not, you should keep in mind that we're on a mission,here,"Aiden pointed out. "And we've got to work together to achieve it. I can't do this without you, you know." Bastila did not respond for several seconds, until a small smile worked at her lips. "I know. And I won't let my emotions cloud my judgment. I don't know if my mother is here for the reasons she claims, but we've got our own work to do." "Then shall we continue?" Aiden stood, motioning gallantly towards the door. He would have cut a striking figure, Bastila mused, had he not still been in his dress. As it stood, he looked somewhat absurd, but still uniformly charming. She decided that she could be happy with that. "Let's do some more searching. I know the hunting lodge was a bust, but what do you think of checking out the hunting grounds?" "The Dune Sea?" Aiden shrugged. "Let's see what we find." As the trio made their way out of the cantina, Aiden couldn't help but wonder why Bastila had reacted so violently to her mother. He had always been on good terms with his mother, before she died. She'd been his inspiration, really. At least, he was sure she was. With a slight frown, he tried to recall why she inspired him, and he failed to come up with even an image to match her name. She had been dead for nearly ten years, but he'd never forgotten her face before. He shook his head, as if to clear it. It had to be the stress of running around after all the Star Maps, and the dreams. The dreams of Revan and Malak he kept having. The ones he knew Bastila was having too, but she refused to talk about. Smothering a grimace, he moved forward. The questions could wait 'til later. For now, they had a job to do. =========================== Hope you all had a lovely independence day. Cheers, DWH -----signature----- Complements (KOTOR)- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/21177927/ Luminosity- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27900517/ Barefoot hippie in the OC revolution Master of the lovely and talented SoA
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/5/07 1:30pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	Oh, wow. I'm not even sure where to begin. All of this post was pure win, DWH. The character interactions all around rocked heavily. Sucks that Bastila's mother is dying. I never did agree with the whole 'sending the kids away' about the Jedi. Must've tore her up something fierce. So... yeah. All around, an awesome post. -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/5/07 7:08pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	Ah, HK, gotta love him. Humm... you'd put up the picture of Aiden? That would be fun... I've just (as in a half an hour ago) finally killed Malak in the game, so reliving it through different eyes is nice. Thanks for the PM, and it was a great post. -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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jedi_of_ennth Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 7/12/07 9:12am Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	"You know, I'm water safety. I don't do this whole desert thing." She trudged through the sand, kicking some of it as she went. "Isn't Manaan completely covered in water? I vote we go there." "How do you feel about bureaucracy?" Carth grinned wryly. "I hear they've mastered the art." "Beats the hell out of this," Leiraya scowled at the unrelenting suns. "The novelty of having two shadows has worn off. It was less impressive than I expected, anyway." Great banter. "That's why you like me." Leiraya grinned broadly. Carth could only shake his head and smile. "Yeah, it really is." Aww! You wrote Carth really well in this section. "Hey, now, this isn't my usual attire," Aiden was quick to protest. "There were... extenuating circumstances." "But I'm always Mandalorian," Canderous chimed in. Great update! -----signature----- "I'm your friend. I love you." -- Zekk to Jaina, LotF: Fury
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Jinn_Soresom Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 7/16/07 3:21am Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	Heave-ho, UP! ... Please Miss, might we have some more? -----signature----- "Nihilistic little bastard, isn't he?" Kyp Durron, speaking about Darth Caedus. Anakin pointed his lightsaber towards Darth Caedus. "You." Jacen smiled and bowed. "Me." Anakin struck. VERSUS: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27412705/p1/?
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oqidaun Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/18/07 7:45pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	I loved this: "I want you to listen, and listen really carefully." Leiraya looked him straight in the eye. "I will never do anything to betray you. I have nothing to offer but my word, but I sincerely hope you'll take it, because I consider you a friend, and trusting is one of those things friends do. For what it's worth, I'd trust you with my life." "I..." he trailed off. "You shouldn't. Not after all the people I've gotten killed." And the potential heating up between Leiraya and Carth? How very cool. Excellent update! -----signature----- . . . .
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Rogue_Pilot_2347 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 7/20/07 1:42pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	Goodness, I am so incredibly late.... Anyway. Nice chapter. Love the gizka scene. That's hilarious. Interesting dynamics between Bastila and Helena. What's going on there. Looking forward to seeing a scene involving a homocidal maniac of a droid, Carth and Leraiya (whose name I'm sure I just misspelled...), and a camp full of sand people. Thanks for the PM! -----signature----- The Ultimate poetry Challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26190468&brd=10304&replies=6 Two Halves of the Same Whole: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27517831&brd=10476&replies=0 *For the 2nd drabble challenge
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/23/07 3:19pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka)
	Would you look at what I found Aiden in a dress. Stumbled upon it while looking for a plot summery for Firefly's "Our Mrs. Reynolds." And then, this popped into my head. Emerald -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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Commander-DWH Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 8/23/07 9:55pm Subject: RE: The Blue Side of the Force: Book I- Complements (KOTOR, 7/5- Trouble With Gizka) - Date Edited: 8/23/07 10:06pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Commander-DWH
	Goodness, I'm sorry this took so long! I actually wrote most of this update while on the plane going over to California, but SIGGRAPH wore me straight out. But it was a wearing out of the best variety- I met an employee of Industrial Light and Magic who I liked very much, built an X-Wing fighter out of cardboard triangles, and discussed the awesomeness of Knights of the Old Repbulic with two technical directors from DreamWorks (who were, incidentally, interviewing me, and stressing out over that is one of the main reasons you've not seen much of me). In any case, I'd at least like you all to know that the delay was caused by possibly the best week and a half of my life. Striker: Glad you enjoyed! emerald54: Well, it seems you've taken away the necessity of me drawing Aiden, but I may yet do it anyway. JoE: Banter is the spice of life. Good to hear my characters satisfy. Jinn_Soresom: Yes, you may have some more! Right now, even! oqi: I love these two. So much. You have no idea. Rogue_Pilot: You're late? Heck, I'm hardly the model of punctuality. I'm happy I haven't had the lot of you give up on me, I'm such a delinquent sometimes. Thank you for reading! Chapter 26 Leiraya and Carth were not long waiting for HK-47, passing the time by trading stories about their childhood memories of beaches and rainstorms. In the midst of a discussion of the limits of the human body in regards to water temperature, the rust-coloured 'droid plodded back through the sand and joined them once more. Carth looked expectantly at the 'droid. "So, what's the verdict?" "Statement: Your concern for my welfare is touching. I will have you know that they would have destroyed me had I not spoken so eloquently on your behalf." "And?" Leiraya prompted him to continue. "Statement: The Chieftan will talk, but only briefly. Observation: He harbours a deep distrust for anything not wrapped in an overabundance of smelly cloth and waving a gaffi stick in a menacing fashion." "Well, then let's move." Leiraya set forward, moving as quickly as she could manage in the heat. The three of them made their way to the village, entering cautiously. They were welcomed by the sight of a fair percentage of the residents of the village pointing their gaffi sticks and blaster rifles at them, but no one made any move to attack. From the far end of the courtyard, one of them spoke. "Translation: The Chieftan greets you, but does not welcome you. He wishes to know what brings you to his village." "Tell the honoured Chieftan that we mean no harm. We've been led to believe that there has been unrest between the Sandpeople and the residents of Anchorhead." HK-47 obediently translated, and the Chieftan's reply was swift and sounded somewhat violent. "Translation:" HK offered conversationally, "He says that is an understatement, and that there are few abominations to this planet worse than Czerka. Statement: I suggest the meatbag is unstable, and we should blast him." "No," Leiraya glared at him. "Absolutely not." "HK," Carth interrupted, "Ask him what it would take to stop the attacks on hunters in the hunting grounds." "What?" Leiraya looked at him curiously. "Did you catch something I didn't?" "No, I just have a theory." He looked over at HK, who dutifully relayed the message. There was silence for several long moments, and Leiraya wondered if they'd pushed too hard, too fast. When the Chieftan's response came, she was almost afraid to hear the translation. "Translation: The Chieftan says that if you bring him a vaporator, he'll consider reducing the attacks." Leiraya looked at Carth. "Vaporator?" "They're the most damned useful machines on this planet," Carth replied. "Only real way to squeeze any moisture out of this rock." She paused to consider this, then nodded. "We can do that, right?" "Yeah, we ought to be able to find one in decent working condition." Carth turned to the 'droid. "Tell him we'll do it." HK-47 turned once more to the Chieftan, who seemed to find this satisfactory. "Translation: He says you may go, and the Sandpeople will not harass you as you leave. Speculation: I do not think he expects you to return. Statement: I am disappointed that we will not have the opportunity for legitimate killing." "You have my sincerest sympathy, really." Leiraya replied with a derisive snort. "Statement: Your sarcasm is noted." "Let's go get that vaporator before they change their minds," Carth smiled, amused by the exchange. They bowed respectfully before exiting the village, and true to their word, none of the Sandpeople attacked them all the way back to the city gate. "All right," Leiraya finally asked. "What's your reasoning behind this whole vaporator deal?" "Simple enough," Carth grinned. "If the Sandpeople aren't attacking, Czerka won't push back. If they see a dramatic reduction, they're even likely to assume their campaign worked and leave them mostly alone. You're never going to remove Czerka from a place like Tatooine- this is the home to crime in the galaxy- well, except for maybe Nar Shadaa- and if there's anywhere they ought to be contained, it's here." Leiraya considered this. "Not bad. You're pretty strategically inclined for a flyboy." "And Captain of the Endar Spire," he reminded her. "Before my time, remember? You picked me up just before we made a run for the Hawk." She grinned. "Now, Captain of the Ebon Hawk is a suitable title for you these days." "I think I could live with that," he agreed. "Now, the next question: where are we going to go looking for a vaporator? I didn't see any in the 'droid shop." Leiraya looked thoughtful for a moment before getting a mischievous glint in her eye. "It strikes me that it would be ironic if we could procure one from Czerka, or at least have them point us in the right direction." "Ironic, yes," Carth grinned. "Shall we locate their business offices?" "I believe we shall." Carth offered her his arm in the old Telosian style, and she gladly accepted it as they cheerfully set off towards the Czerka offices, HK-47 trailing dutifully behind them. * * * "You're charging whatâ€‹?" Aiden asked incredulously. "You've got to be joking." The Czerka official looked straight back at him with a very bored expression on his face. The kind of bored expression that can only be achieved when one is stuck in the most truly mind-numbing job in the galaxy- customer service on a planet that could be argued to be the least interesting possible. "I told you, sir, our fee for purchasing a hunting permit is 5,000 credits, and that's non-negotiable." Aiden bit back a curse. "Since when is a hunting permit worth that much?" "I'm sorry sir," the official repeated wearily, but clearly determined that the man standing before her would not have his way. "That's the policy." "Well, is there any way around the policy?" Aiden asked, hoping that maybe the unlawful nature of Tatooine extended into this office. She snorted, her contemptuous amusement the first sign of emotion he'd seen on the official's face. "That's funny, coming from a cross-dresser." Aiden scowled. "Hey, now, this isn't exactly my usual getup." "You know, you really should change out of that sometime," Bastila commented. "We're going to have to go back to the Hawk to do it, since you so brilliantly elected to trade my old robes in for credits to buy this lovely display of Outer Rim fashion," The official smirked. "What a motley crew. Tell you what- we've been having some trouble with the Sandpeople. If you can bring me the Chieftan's gaffi stick, I'll see about getting you one of those hunting permits." Aiden blinked at her sudden change in attitude. "Are you serious?" "Yes, and you'd best get moving before I change my mind." Aiden nodded towards Bastila and Canderous, and the trio quickly left the office. The official, watching them leave, merely chuckled. "That's right, pretty boy. Swirl your way right into the Sandpeople's village. Oh man, I wish I could be there to watch them fry..." * * * Leiraya and Carth came upon the Czerka office right in time to see Aiden storming out in a huff. More importantly, and much to their amusement, they watched him storm out in a dress. Leiraya's smile grew even wider than it already was. "That's a nice outfit you've got there, Fearless Leader." Aiden blinked, realising that it was, indeed, his crew members talking to him. "What are you doing here?" "Being useful," she quipped. "You?" "Attempting to do the same," he replied, with no small hint of frustration in his voice. "Have you thought about trying to take down the corporate hierarchy here, like on Kashyyyk?" "Actually, we're mostly just trying to thwart them while still making them feel like they're being effective," Carth answered. "Makes them feel useful, but we get to mock them from afar." Leiraya grinned. "For once, I'm feeling realistic- this planet is controlled by crime lords. It's only fitting that Czerka have a sizable presence here. We'll just do what we can to make life easier for those who are here full-time." Bastila looked at them curiously. "And what do you have in mind to that end?" "We're working with the Sandpeople to reduce attacks," Leiraya replied cheerily. "You're what?" Aiden practically spit the answer out. "You're insane." "And you're in a dress." Leiraya looked sourly at Aiden and pointed at Carth. "It was his idea." Aiden blinked. He hadn't expected that- Carth usually tended to stay out of things whenever possible. Then again, maybe Leiraya was rubbing off on him. "Really?" Carth shrugged. "She decided we should go out there, but helping the Sandpeople in this particular manner... yeah, that was kind of my idea." Bastila arched her eyebrow skeptically. "And what does this particular manner entail?" "Nothing too fancy," Carth replied. "We're just supplying them with a moisture vaporator, and in return they'll reduce attacks against Czerka personnel. If Czerka isn't being attacked, they're less likely to push the Sandpeople. All around, it should be to everyone's advantage." "Statement: I personally thought we should just blast them all and be done with it." HK-47, who had been oddly silent up to this point, decided to pitch his opinion into the conversation, Bastila's eyes widened at the 'droid's comment. "What in the name of the Force is that?" Leiraya grimaced. "Everyone, meet HK-47. Our translator." "Statement: It is the traditional mode to state pleasure at meeting new people, but I must confess I find such pleasantries to be most unnecessary, and untrue. I have no desire to make your acquaintance." HK-47 paused thoughtfully. "Statement: Unless, of course, you share my passion for-" "That's enough, HK." Leiraya said firmly. "He's a very... unique 'droid." "In other words," Carth sighed, "He has assassination programming we didn't discover until after we purchased him." Aiden eyed the rust-coloured 'droid curiously. "Really. So he can fight independently, I assume?" "Answer: I am most adept with most known forms of projectile weaponry, and I perform to the highest of standards. Statement: If you wish a demonstration-" "That won't be necessary," Leiraya interrupted him again. "If I'd known he was programmed as an assassin..." "Statement: 'Assassin' is such a tawdry description. I prefer to think I aid in the elimination of strategic meatbags." "Meatbags?" Aiden echoed, a grin breaking on his face. "Deadly and with a sense of humour." Leiraya gaped at him. "You're not telling me you like him." Aiden shrugged. "He's amusing, isn't he?" "Yeah, in that way that wanting to kill everything that moves is funny." Leiraya nodded sagely. "But he can't, unless you let him, right?" HK-47 answered, a trace of pain in his electronic voice. "Answer: I am indeed limited to what my Master will allow." "So no problem," Aiden looked over at Bastila and Canderous. "Right?" Bastila didn't look terribly impressed by the 'droid, but she also knew that in the hands of their crew, the 'droid was likely harmless, and possibly even useful. "He is not what I would necessarily look for in a 'droid, but he could have his uses." Canderous shrugged indifferently. "I've got no problem with him." Leiraya rolled her eyes. "Well, if you all like him so much, you can have him. After we give the Chieftan his vaporator, that is." "The Chieftan?" Aiden echoed, an idea beginning to form in his head. "You don't suppose you could try to, oh, I don't know... talk him out of his gaffi stick, would you?" Carth looked at Aiden skeptically. "What for?" "Hunting permit," Aiden replied. "They're going for 5,000 credits, and while we might have that between the entire crew, I don't fancy spending all of our credits in one place for this entire mission. The person in the office said we could have one if we brought back the Chieftan's gaffi stick." He paused, a strange look on his face. "I think she was either joking, or hoping to see us killed doing something stupid." "Either way, she'll have to hold to her word if you come back with it," Bastila said. "Do you think you could acquire it?" Carth considered. "Well, they seemed to think we were worth not killing. Maybe if we're lucky, we can talk him out of it." Aiden nodded. "I'll take it. Now I'm going to go back to the Hawk and grab a new set of robes." He mock saluted them, then turned on his heel and strode briskly towards their docking bay, Bastila and Canderous in tow. Leiraya stared after them in silent amusement for several moments before speaking. "I think he liked that dress." Carth grinned ruefully. "If he did, he'll never admit it." =============== For a look into a much younger Leiraya's life, you might be interested in Shades of... Pink? Also, I had an idea that just may cause me to resurrect the old Blue Side of the Farce thread. Keep your eyes peeled for that... -----signature----- Complements (KOTOR)- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/21177927/ Luminosity- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27900517/ Barefoot hippie in the OC revolution Master of the lovely and talented SoA
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