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Exeter Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/11/05 7:45pm Subject: Recognition (Horror, OC) 3,000 years pre-TPM, Updated 10/14 - Date Edited: 10/14/07 3:21pm (24 edits total) Edited By: Exeter
	Title: Recognition Author: Exeter Timeframe: 850 years after events of KOTOR 2, 3000+ years before The Phantom Menace Summary: After an innocent day at the beach with friends, two mercenaries are plunged into a terrifying nightmare that will challenge what they think they know about the universe. This story was originally inspired by stormqueen874. ------------------------------------------------ Recognition Looking back, it seems impossible that I didn’t see it coming sooner. Hindsight is always optic-implant quality, I suppose. I like to think that, given the situation, you or anyone else would have acted in a similar nature as I did. How could anyone not? What line of thought could prepare any thinking being for what I experienced? How could anyone have seen this coming? They say that there’s one time in your life when everything seems just right. You’ve got a steady job, you’re in the best shape of your life, and for once there’s nothing to worry about but getting a bad sunburn and which speeder model to buy. I guess you could say that’s the point I was at in my life. At the time, I was working escort duty on a backwater planet known as Delta Psamtik. It wasn’t much of a planet, just two archipelagos in a worldwide sapphire ocean. But I’ve been to a lot of places, and Psamtik was right up there in terms of beauty. Some of the locals that live down by the sea call it Hejjra-da, or Paradise. I’m inclined to agree. The skies are almost always clear, the temperature warm but accompanied by a cool breeze, the sands and surf…and the women, let me tell you, are just incredible. It’s just one of those perfect places. I was basically there on vacation, though I was pulling nights providing security for a few of the island’s wealthy land owners. As a neutral world, Psamtik hadn’t yet undergone a sweeping caste reform or political restructuring that inevitably followed admittance into a galactic government the size of the Republic. It’s just as well, because authority is bad for my business. You’d probably warn your kids about me by calling me a mercenary. In my youth, that was a title of honor. That’s what happens when you grow up in a place that was once a part of the Mandalorian war empire a thousand years ago. Some things never change. Nowadays, merc is just another four-letter word. But that’s beside the point. As I said, my presence on Psamtik was more of a waterfront retreat than a career move. I’d just finished six tours with a starship captain by the name of Bandax Rieekan and was contemplating a nice relaxing jaunt to my brother’s place on Ruuia when I came across a home-for-hire listing on the employment holochannel. Five months work on Psamtik for “enterprising security specialists” – I liked the sound of that – and you’d end up with wages and your own piece of property. I figured I could turn the trip into a vacation with fringe benefits: rake in some credits, lounge around on a dream planet, and get a beach house out of the deal while I was at it. I was tempted to get on my knees and thank the gods I don’t believe in for the opportunity. Now, looking back on what that time on Psamtik brought me, I really wish I’d never even seen that job listing. It all started one particularly hot day, about three months into the long Psamtiki summer. ------------- I was diving with Markos Sunrunner a few hundred meters off the coast that afternoon. We both ran protection for a local arms dealer with a crew of mercs from just about every port world you can think of. We’d met over a few drinks one night after work and had tipped them back together ever since. He was the kind of guy you wanted to have your back and at your side all at once. We had a group of women diving with us, among them my latest no-future fling, Evadné. She had a nice body, but she’d never make it on the cover of Galactic Illustrated. Not that I’m anything to write home about, either. I’m a soldier-for-hire, not a holo-model. We were using an old hydrological station as a diving platform. Keep in mind that when I say diving, I mean it only in the theoretical sense – what we were doing was the lackadaisical combination of splashing, pulling each other under, and flirting interspersed with the occasional descent below ten meters. Markos and I had been diving all season and had seen the scenery – but that day, the scenery was infinitely better. I’m not sure how I ever convinced Evadné to allow me to be around five other gorgeous women – it’s a miracle that the locals would attribute to their vulcan god, Voevod. After we gathered late in the afternoon on the station’s surface, Markos challenged me to a race back to the beach and plunged into the ocean. Yeah, it might have been childish, but this wasn’t about us. It was about impressing as many of those girls as we could at one time. My guess is we didn’t have much luck with that, but I suppose that’s life. He had the head start, but I was the better swimmer by far. We directed our swift strokes up into a blue-green lagoon and put our everything into the last fifty or so meters. I reached the beach first a few lengths ahead of Markos and waded ashore, laughing good-naturedly at my victory. “You know, for a natural born Psamtik boy, you’re a terrible swimmer,” I joked over my head, smiling against the strong rays of the yellow sun. When he didn’t respond, I turned around and was a bit surprised to see him completely ignoring me, bent down in the shallows studying something intently with a look of interest. My own curiosity piqued, I asked him what caught his attention.” “Come here, Kaeso. Take a look at this.” So I did. I waded out to where he was standing and knelt down, following his gaze. Beneath the waves, a strange creature rested on the sandy bottom. I’d never seen anything like it before: a hard carapace surrounded a gaping mesh of spikes and needles that I assumed was a mouth; its flesh was a color of grey usually reserved for bad food and corpses, and it boasted an array of tentacles about two meters long that lay limply on the ocean bed. I would have thought it was dead if not for three white eyes tinged with red that moved in their sockets periodically. It was a weird thing. “Watch that little laaymahi – see how this thing is looking at it? Just watch,” Markos said with fascination. I watched the blue-striped fish as it navigated its way through the lagoon. It was unusual to see any fish so close to shore, much less in the presence of two men. The little gilled animal fluttered so close to my leg I could feel the little ripples in the water, but it paid me no attention. It made a direct course right for this strange aquatic creature. “Watch this,” Markos said again, enthralled with what he was seeing. The laaymahi moved closer to the tentacled creature. I wondered if the thing had some kind of natural camouflage system to fool fish into overlooking it – but why was it this far away from the depths, anyway? I’d learned a few things here and there during my diving trips and one of those facts was that laaymahi were traditionally deep-water fish. Finally, the tentacles of the aquatic creature quivered slightly as if trembling with anticipation – a funny thing for a non-sentient, but that’s what I saw. Still, the laaymahi showed no signs of retreat. The creature’s dagger-mass of incisors retracted, revealing a wide open maw. It floated right up to the thing, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t swim right into that thing’s gaping mouth! It was an amazing sight. What would possess a fish to do such a thing, so far outside of its natural habitat? Grinning like a kid back in technical school doing a science experiment, I watched as the creature crushed the small fish in a cloud of pink and devoured it. “Third one I’ve seen it eat, and I’ve only been here a few minutes,” Markos said with awe. I laughed. “Obviously it knows something those fishermen in town don’t.” I left the peculiar sight behind and returned to our speeders up the beach, where the girls were already drying off. I walked over to talk to Evadné and fulfill our daily quota of time together before she headed off to her bartending job. Once the last of the women parted ways, I realized it was starting to get late in the day and went back to get Markos. He was still scrutinizing the thing with a smile on his face. I had to admit, it had been fascinating to see that strange predator/prey interaction. There was always something beneath Psamtik’s waves to grab your attention, that’s for sure. I told Markos we had to get going, but he shrugged me off. I insisted we head back into town, since we had work later that night. While this might have been a vacation for me, I wasn’t about to lose out on a chance of earning a beach cottage in paradise. They already had me lodged up in the place I’d get the deed to once I finished my term of employment, and it might not have been a palatial estate but it was a hell of a buy for free. Besides, with board paid for, I had a few thousand credits a night to blow on vacation-related vices. Thank the gods Psamtik runs on the Republic dataries. Markos saw my point and reluctantly headed back to our speeders with me. I figured the matter was over and never expected to think about that ugly creature again. I was wrong. Dead wrong. -----signature----- "Are my eyes really that far apart? They make me look like Admiral Ackbar" - Tina Fey, 30 Rock "R2, I need you to turn the auto pilot off! Now! (He looks at the screen but nothing happens.) Worth a try." - John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 12/12/05 4:57am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	This is a fanscinating start. Seems all so ideal and yet what is with that creature? I have to know where this is going now. May I ask for PM updates? -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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oqidaun Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/12/05 11:22am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	Coolness, we're back to Psamtik! Great start. I love spooky water related nastiness. -----signature----- . . . .
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Bale Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/15/05 5:09am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	Another masterpiece underway, Exeter. For some reason the line, "There's always a bigger fish," comes to mind. And I can't help but get the feeling that this "paradise" will soon turn into a living hell. -----signature----- Missing scene: Vader in the meditation chamber: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26817395/p1/?4 Decoy teaser trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvDksDPJoyk
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 12/15/05 7:31am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	I can't WAIT to see where this one goes! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 12/15/05 11:38am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	Nowadays, merc is just another four-letter word. Loved that. And the description of the laaymahi and the predator was pretty disturbing. But I like creepy. Great character you've got. Please PM me when you update! -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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Exeter Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/16/05 10:32pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	Leona - This is a fanscinating start. Seems all so ideal and yet what is with that creature? I have to know where this is going now. Yeah, Psamtik is a fun 'ol planet, just waiting to be spoiled. It's because I'm secretly cruel, I think. Thanks for checking it out and I'm glad you're interested! May I ask for PM updates? Absolutely not Sure, you got it. oqi - I learned from the best and decided to start worldbuilding and linking my stories together a bit. Spooky water-related nastiness isn't the half of it! I appreciate the comments and hope you stick around. Bale - You know, it's funny you should say that, since the scene from TPM in the depths of Naboo came to mind as I was writing that part. As for paradises turning to living hell, what can I say - you know me too well. I'm glad you caught this one. VaderLVR - Wait no more Jade - If you like creepy than hopefully you'll enjoy where this goes. Consider yourself PM'd. And thanks for reading! -----signature----- "Are my eyes really that far apart? They make me look like Admiral Ackbar" - Tina Fey, 30 Rock "R2, I need you to turn the auto pilot off! Now! (He looks at the screen but nothing happens.) Worth a try." - John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
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Exeter Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/16/05 10:33pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2
	Chapter 2 ----------------- Work was as uneventful as always that night; my client sold his weapons to so many people for prices so reasonable he had less able-bodied enemies than a rancor at feeding hour. After my shift came to an end, I took a seat at the bar and had a couple of potent kelp beers. I traded a few husky, flirtatious lines with the young bartender – not Evadné – even though I knew I shouldn’t. I don’t know why I thought I shouldn’t, though…my relationship with her, if it can be called that, was just a hollow shell. She was a pretty girl and liked to be reminded of it, and I had no problem being the one to do it. But a relationship? Not really. More of a steamy, short-lived vacation romance broken by occasional conversational hangovers. I’ve found things work better that way, when you talk as little as possible with your partner. Interestingly enough, the same is true when you’re hired to neutralize a target. Go figure. Anyway, I decided I’d walk back along the beach to my cottage rather than drive. The exercise never could hurt and I enjoyed the soothing feeling of wet sand and surf over my toes. I headed out and locked up my speeder, then began the oceanside trek. It was the dark of night, though Psamtik’s twin moons threw enough light my way to get around. My cottage was about three kilometers from the retrofitted warehouse I worked in. I got halfway there when I came across him. Markos was standing knee-deep in the surf like a duranium statue, staring expressionlessly into the sea. After our shift I’d invited him to have a few drinks and play a game or two of pazaak, but he’d been pretty tired and said he was heading home. Yet here he was, more than a kilometer from his own cottage. And it suddenly occurred to me what he was looking at. The grey-fleshed thing was in the same position as it had been that afternoon, curled up and appearing lifeless. I looked at Markos and felt a chill, despite the comfortably-warm temperature. His face was deathly pale and his eyes were empty pools, reflecting nothing but a great void. The sight haunted me to the core, and let me tell you, it takes quite a bit to shake up a merc. But this… Just seeing Markos standing stiffly out there in the water frelling messed me up. I knew him. He was as tough as vibroblades. There had been a time when a group of thugs tried an armed robbery of our client’s sizeable weapons inventory – you know, you really got to ask yourself what they were thinking. In between shots of Jawa Juice, did one of them grin and turn to the others and say, “Hey Porkins, let’s go rob a gun merchant!”? I can think of easier ways to off yourself that don’t involve mass plasma pulverization. But anyway, through sheer dumb luck they managed to catch us on shift rotation – Markos and I were about to be relieved of duty and in one of my less brilliant moments, I had left my weapon belt out of reach in the break room. So these four Wookiee-sniffers come striding into the place, blaster carbines drawn and ready. And would you believe it, Markos barely looks up as they storm in, finishes his drink, then calmly gets up and turns to look at them. He appraises each of them slowly, sizing them up, and then says – I’m not making this up – “This should be fun.” And he yawns. Stretches. Then he idly puts his hand on his blaster and tells them in this cold as ice voice, “I’ll let you go first.” And I’ll be trapped in a Hutt’s underarm if these dirt-faced jockeys didn’t look at each other uneasily, drop their weapons, and flee – just because of the look on Markos’ face. So you’ll understand me when I say this scared the midichlorians out of me. That vacant, dull look in his eye, the stiff posture knee-deep in the surf… It was freaking me out. I rushed out into the sea and grabbed him by the shoulders. “What in the hells are you doing, Markos? Don’t you think it’s a bit too late for seafood?” Markos didn’t look at me for a while. I gave him a nice shake and he finally met my eyes – and it was like he didn’t recognize me for a few seconds. Then he blinked and his face flickered with recognition, then faded away to what looked to me like anger. “Get off me, Kaeso,” he muttered, pulled away, and turned back towards the creature. I grabbed him again. “No, I am not getting off you…what are you doing?” “Get the fierfek out of here,” he answered. “What’s your problem? Why are you just standing there like an idiot –” I was glad that I fought for a living, or I might never have avoided his wild swing. His elbow arced upward without much precision, but if I hadn’t taken a quick step back he might have bashed me pretty good on the lower chin. His movements were kind of sluggish, as if he’d just woken up. I grabbed the outstretched arm with a duranium grip. “Cool down, man,” I insisted, starting to get ticked off myself. “LET ME GO!” Markos roared suddenly and without warning, thrashing around like some animal gone insane. He started cursing at me and his eyes were darting wildly around. Yeah, you could say I was a bit freaked out. I didn’t know what to do. So I hit him. Not real hard; a right jab just to snap him out of it. But Markos was so far out of it, when my fist connected with his jaw he just crumpled into the water. He went under – the water was only a meter or two deep – and then came up splashing and sputtering. “Wha – kriff, kriff…Kaeso? The hell…” I was relieved to see Markos back to his usual self. I helped him to his feet, but I wasn’t about to back down. I got right in his face, my blood boiling with fury. “What was that was all about? I leave you alone for less than two hours and you’re standing out here like some catatonic zombie? What’s going on here?” I demanded. From the look on Markos’ face, he obviously had no idea what I was talking about. “We got off an hour and a half ago, Markos. I thought you told me you were going home – the walk is like, what, twenty minutes max?” “What?” Markos asked with a frown, gaping at his chronometer. His brow creased with confusion, and I realized right then and there that he was as in the dark about the whole thing as I was. “You were just standing here for who knows how long, staring at that thing…” I told him, pointing at the creature. “No, no,” Markos protested, wracked with disbelief. “I was walking home, and…” “And what? You figured you’d have a late-night marine biology study session?” “Look, I don’t know man…but I’m tired. We’ll talk about this later. Right now, I’m personally goin’ to get some sleep,” he replied. “We should talk about this now,” I called after him, but he waved dismissively over his shoulder as he walked in the direction of his cottage. I watched him go for a long time. Then I walked over and looked at the ugly creature. Its tentacles remained still and its body slumped in that death-façade it always seemed to be in. Only those blinking eyes betrayed the fact it was alive. I even imagined I saw some shards of eerie intelligence in those eyes, in those eyes… The eyes… I shook my head in surprise. I looked up and realized with a start that the moons had shifted positions since I’d last seen them. I quickly glanced down at my chronometer and realized almost ten minutes had passed. What in the gods’ names is going on here? I felt sick to my stomach and uneasyness crawled through me. The creature was creeping me out and my imagination was running circles around itself, getting away from reality. I sighed and headed back in the direction of my own cottage, glad to be away from the thing. -----signature----- "Are my eyes really that far apart? They make me look like Admiral Ackbar" - Tina Fey, 30 Rock "R2, I need you to turn the auto pilot off! Now! (He looks at the screen but nothing happens.) Worth a try." - John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
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oqidaun Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/17/05 1:06am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	Ha! I love this!!! Fear not, I'm in for the long haul. Great premise!! I'm so happy to see more horror on the board it makes me want to give you a hug. Spooky captivating creature, missing time, erratic violent behavior--some of my favorite things. You did a really nice job providing a touch of back story for Markos to solidify his 'tough guy' characterization. Additionally, I like the first person POV that you're using here. The author has a comfortable narrative voice. One of the nice little tricks about linked galaxies within the galaxy is that you don't have to spend as much time on the setting as your readers are learning and relearning as they go, that way you can focus on other story elements or highlight different cultural aspects of the worldbuilding--at least that's what I tell myself This is really off to an excellent start. Great work. -----signature----- . . . .
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Chaos_Clone Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 12/17/05 3:58pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	wow a freaky mind controling jelly fish i like it gd first 2 chapters i really like creepyness of this story and were it might b going gd story well done -----signature----- i loved the clones when they came out of thier test tubes. i loved the clones when they turned on the Jedi. i loved the clones when they shot the ewoks. i loved the clones when they had thier butts kicked by the rebels.
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Kudzu Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/17/05 4:11pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	Great start! ...But are you going to finish The Golden Siege? -----signature----- Super Golden Ewok™ Recipient It should be the right of every American to go out and get wasted the day they're told that they're being sent to war. Ron Paul for U.S. President 2008
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 12/20/05 6:33pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	posted: But a relationship? Not really. More of a steamy, short-lived vacation romance broken by occasional conversational hangovers. I’ve found things work better that way, when you talk as little as possible with your partner. Interestingly enough, the same is true when you’re hired to neutralize a target. Love these little tidbits. They give Kaeso that much more life. posted: I can think of easier ways to off yourself that don’t involve mass plasma pulverization. Really? Let's hear them! I liked seeing the name Porkins mentioned. posted: So these four Wookiee-sniffers come striding into the place, blaster carbines drawn and ready. And I’ll be trapped in a Hutt’s underarm So you’ll understand me when I say this scared the midichlorians out of me. “And what? You figured you’d have a late-night marine biology study session?” Quoted all of those because they're the lines that really make Kaeso's voice speak out. For me, the entire tone of the story is set in thoughts like those. Because you could do creepy like Edgar Allen Poe, but it would be a completely different experience. If that makes sense. posted: Then I walked over and looked at the ugly creature. Its tentacles remained still and its body slumped in that death-façade it always seemed to be in. Only those blinking eyes betrayed the fact it was alive. I even imagined I saw some shards of eerie intelligence in those eyes, in those eyes… Ewww! Hypnotic zombiefying creature. You were right, I really am enjoying where this is going. By the way, liked the PM. -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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Bale Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 12/20/05 8:08pm Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	The 1st person POV continues to brilliantly add to this story's suspense. you know, you really got to ask yourself what they were thinking. In between shots of Jawa Juice, did one of them grin and turn to the others and say, “Hey Porkins, let’s go rob a gun merchant!”? I can think of easier ways to off yourself that don’t involve mass plasma pulverization. You just about had me in tears laughing at that. Great work, Ex. -----signature----- Missing scene: Vader in the meditation chamber: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26817395/p1/?4 Decoy teaser trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvDksDPJoyk
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Exeter Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/24/05 1:05am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17
	oqi - Fear not, I'm in for the long haul. Glad to hear it - it's always great to read your comments. Great premise!! I'm so happy to see more horror on the board it makes me want to give you a hug. You're telling me...an underappreciated genre, apparently. Burn! Burn! Burn! was a godsend. Spooky captivating creature, missing time, erratic violent behavior--some of my favorite things. Whether in stories or in life, right? You did a really nice job providing a touch of back story for Markos to solidify his 'tough guy' characterization. Thanks, I definitely tried to get that across. I wanted readers to realize this isn't some pushover, it's a hardened mercenary. They both are. Additionally, I like the first person POV that you're using here. The author has a comfortable narrative voice. It's something I worry about each chapter, since I haven't done a lot of first person work before. It's a relief to know that the style isn't as reprehensible as I feared One of the nice little tricks about linked galaxies within the galaxy is that you don't have to spend as much time on the setting as your readers are learning and relearning as they go, that way you can focus on other story elements or highlight different cultural aspects of the worldbuilding--at least that's what I tell myself Definitely. I've got all kinds of ideas in mind for linking upcoming stories with each other. Thanks an eleventybillion for reading! Chaos_Clone - I appreciate your comments. Creepy is the name of the story (err...wait) and would like to know where it is going as well Kudzu - Thanks for checking this out, man. I owe you +50 chapter reviews on AIDW and the 100,000 vignettes you've written over the last month or so. I'm going to finish Golden Siege, I just needed to take a break from it for a bit. I'm planning on getting moving again pretty soon. Jade - Love these little tidbits. They give Kaeso that much more life. Awesome, that's what I aimed for. Really? Let's hear them! Well, this one time at space camp... I liked seeing the name Porkins mentioned. Then you'll like the next chapter. Quoted all of those because they're the lines that really make Kaeso's voice speak out. For me, the entire tone of the story is set in thoughts like those. Because you could do creepy like Edgar Allen Poe, but it would be a completely different experience. If that makes sense. What are you going on about? No, I know exactly what you mean. I tried to approach the story from the perspective of a guy who operates on what he can see and doesn't buy into mysticism or things of that sort. He's laid back, but in an instant he can turn serious and aware. Then something comes along and shatters that worldview, and so it's a bit of indignation mixed with humor mixed with fear. If that makes sense. Ewww! Hypnotic zombiefying creature. I bet you can count on your fingers the number of times you've said that in your lifetime. 4, right? Thanks for reading! Bale - Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. As always its good to have you as a reader. -----signature----- "Are my eyes really that far apart? They make me look like Admiral Ackbar" - Tina Fey, 30 Rock "R2, I need you to turn the auto pilot off! Now! (He looks at the screen but nothing happens.) Worth a try." - John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
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Exeter Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/24/05 1:45am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/17 - Date Edited: 12/24/05 2:51pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Exeter
	Xeks321 - I'm glad you're interested in this one. As for the new chapter, I apologize...I was having some trouble with the boards and couldn't get it posted. I'll update it now, though. It's good to have you aboard. -----signature----- "Are my eyes really that far apart? They make me look like Admiral Ackbar" - Tina Fey, 30 Rock "R2, I need you to turn the auto pilot off! Now! (He looks at the screen but nothing happens.) Worth a try." - John Sheppard, Stargate Atlantis
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Xeks321 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 12/24/05 2:25am Subject: RE: Recognition (Horror, OC) 850 years post-KOTOR 2, Updated 12/23
	As I was reading the first two chapters, I was really getting into. The creature has peeked my interest and I am curious as to what it is. The characters here are starting to develop, which is always a good thing, and we learn more about them each chapter. Kaeso is one of those characters you can relate to. That is always a plus. Anyhow, I start reading the first two chapters and I am eagerly scrolling down for the next chapter and I find that....it is not there. I was amazed at first when I was actually expecting the next chapter to be up and I didn't see it. This is one I definitely want to follow. Way to break the mold. Keep it coming. Xeks -----signature----- Xeks KOTOR Era Fanfiction/ Chronicles of the Jedi: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=22690999&brd=10475&replies=0 KOTOR Era Fanfiction/ Chronicles of the Sith: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/22871366/p1/?2
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