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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 10/17/07 4:19am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Dispair
	She heard the boy scream. He screamed and he screamed and he cried. Even though the burst of light was short, he cried for a while. Before he was done, Mouse turned to face him, saw him curled up on the ground, shaking. She was sick at how wrong that was, how unnecessary. . . . “Finish it and become something worth training,” she spat, “Become something worth mentioning in history books. Either that, or die. I don’t care.” and she walked back inside. . . . His vibroblade flashed brightly in the moonlight. Then it suddenly didn’t flash so bright anymore. She saw, as a stinging pain began to reveal itself to her nerves, that it was her blood that had dulled the shine. Curse that Averus! Curse her! Blast it! Why don’t we have a shaking-fist smilie? I’ll say this, Yodimus – you’ve jacked up my loathing for Averus big time. -----signature----- Aha! That's it. Hold it right there. Pronoun trouble. It's not "he doesn't have to shoot YOU now," it's "he doens't have to shoot ME now." Well I say he DOES have to shoot me now!! So shoot me now!
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 10/17/07 4:55am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Dispair
	Yod You took that cliffie away. Thanks a lot. It's not over yet. I expected it to be over, but it's now. Wow. I was expecting Averus to be the Master of both, but her stance shakes head incredible. And now he wants to kill, too. Conveninet trick, but I don't like it the least. Of course he’s confused, you kriff! He has a concussion and a broken kriffin’ foot! And he’s scared! And he… …is my kill, not yours. Mouse is really on the edge now. i wonder what would have happened if the boy hadn't been so keen on killing her suddenly. Mabye they could have teamed up on Averus. Such a nice place for a fight to death. Nighttime on a cliff, deep abyss included. I can't wasit to see how that's going to end. -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Master of baritonejedi
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correllian_ale Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 10/17/07 6:10pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Despair
	Wow! I didn't even pull out anything to comment on my first run through Yod... I don't know why, but the whole time I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a lesson for the boy and not Mouse though, as if I knew the boy chasing Mouse would be the end result (or something similar). It's just with Averus, I couldn't take what was going on at face value. It was Mouse's moment of sympathy that solidified my thoughts on it. She put herself between the cliff and the forest, turned to face the sounds of the pursuing boy, and got her knife out. He approached faster and faster, getting louder and louder. Then there was silence. All she could hear were the waterfalls. The breeze. Pebbles tumbled down the cliff face. An avian called its mate, flapped its wings. The foreboding quiet felt familiar. The boy lunged out with a battle cry that shook her with its primal fierceness. A jarring treble howl, straight from some distant nightmare, that froze her in terror. Froze her like a little creature in a dark field, trapped in the dead gaze of a raptor, in its promise of a terrible and unimaginable fate. Mouse's nightmare has come to life! Magnificent update Yodimus, I can't wait, seriously, to see how the next chapter plays out. -----signature----- Consider this my "throw back" jersey... I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same.
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 10/19/07 3:34am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Despair
	I'm so not surprised Averus wa playing both against each other, nor thte outcome of this post, bye is spectacular!! -----signature----- Any way youll never know The many ways I've tried
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 10/21/07 8:08am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Despair
	I was right!! Wow. Poor Mouse and the boy I think they should team up to kill Averus -- that is, if the blow wasn't a killing one. I hope it wasn't; I like Mouse. Anyway, great chapters!!! -----signature----- "Not till the moon falls. Not till the world ends."
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 10/21/07 10:29pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 10, pt 2: Despair
	BigE: I've made you hate her? Good. MsLanna, you're welcome. Such a nice place for a fight to death. - yeah, so romantic. Ale: "I don't know why, but the whole time I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a lesson for the boy and not Mouse though, as if I knew the boy chasing Mouse would be the end result (or something similar). It's just with Averus, I couldn't take what was going on at face value. " Yeah, I'm going to go more in depth on that issue pretty soon. Mouse's nightmare has come to life! Ah, it looks like my attmepts to switch your sympathies from the Boy to Mouse are complete. Mouse has never had any nightmares about shadow demons. For my next trick, I will convince your mind's eye that the shower scene in Psycho showed red blood, even though the film is black and white. Healer: Yes well, if I'd relied on twists to drive the story, it wouldn't be much of a story. I'm glad you found it spectacular! NYC: that is, if the blow wasn't a killing one. I hope it wasn't; I like Mouse. Well, it was a knife wound. I imagine those things suck. A lot. But I'll bet there's still a little fight left in her. ..Maybe. I know you're all gonna hate me, but the next chapter will be all about Averus and nothing to do with the kids. But trust me, it's all for the best. Now that you hate her, I must find a way to make you not hate her. Because I'm just evil like that. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 11/14/07 10:42pm Subject: RE: The Wise - Summary - Date Edited: 12/14/07 12:36am (1 edits total) Edited By: 1Yodimus_Prime
	<status update> Sorry for the delay guys, I've been having some computer problems.. [EDIT] To avoid interfering with the story, I'm putting the summary here. So I'm back in the swing, which is good. But now I'm worried that it's taken too long. In general this story has bounced in and out of active updates more often than I'd intended. My concern is that those important details I've written into earlier chapters will be lost in the ever-changing whirlwind that is our memory. I'd hate for someone to feel like they're out of the loop because I'm referencing something that everyone forgot. So here's a fresher. This summation is supposed to be a way to remember events; not a cheat sheet. I can't guarantee that I've fit everything that's important here. The only way to grasp the story as a whole is to read it from the start. (but this will sure as hell make it easier) ================================================ [RECAP] ================================================ A young boy has been taken to a cold, uninhabited planet by his Master-to-be, the ancient Darth Averus. This boy is an orphan, found by the Sith Lord after a Force-related incident at a sweatshop left a supervisor dead by his hand (so to speak). She took it upon herself to train him, and now she has made it clear that his ascention to Sith Apprentice is very close. He spends most of this time learning as much as he can from the old woman, soaking in as much information as his incredible brain can handle during this rare moment of openness that she shows him. He also reveals to her the nightmares he's been having, of what he calls a "Shadow Beast". She assures him that these are visions, and he should be careful because he probably has an enemy. Shortly after, Averus begins teaching him saber combat for the first time. After one session, he wanders on his own for a bit and discovers an unusually large alien tree, which is strikingly out of place in this particular forest. He takes a note of it. During a solo training session later that week, he is ambushed by an assassin. This assassin turns out to be a somewhat older girl named Mouse. Also an orphan, her own past even more storied and dark than the boy's, she was sent here by her Master – a brutal Sith Lord who claims to be the true Darth Averus – specifically to kill the boy. The reward, she has been told, is that she'll become an Apprentice. Her preparations for the attack are careful and studied, but ultimately she underestimates him. After the first miss, Mouse chases him to the large tree he'd found, which he climbs up to hide. Though he is clever and gets in a few attacks, it proves futile once she finally closes in. He is stabbed in the foot and thrown to the ground. He barely survives, fighting consciousness. Meanwhile, Mouse casually descends the great tree. Thanks to her leisurely pace, the boy is able to notice her spear leaning against the base, and stabs her in the leg before running off again. Another long chase begins, as he slowly leads them both on the grueling, freezing path back towards his Master, and what he imagines is salvation. ================================================ [/RECAP] ================================================ From there, all you need to do is read the previous chapter. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 12/14/07 12:56am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	Chapter 11: Ambition “Finish it and become something worth training; become something worth mentioning in history books. Either that or die. I don’t care.” said Averus. But she did care, on second thought. The child could not be left helpless. So in the height of generosity, she flung a weapon in the snow. Something to even the score. He survived this far, after all. What he managed to do with it…that was his concern. After dealing with the boy, Darth Averus walked back inside the collection of sticks the two had called shelter. It was funny how things changed, she thought. There was a time when releasing that kind of energy storm had taxed her powers greatly. Now, it felt almost like she had even more power for doing it. The older she grew, the more backwards the Force seemed to work. Funny. She sat down in front of a mirror and casually ignored whatever was going on outside. She had played the role she needed to play. The rest would work out however it worked out. Averus could only do so much. It would be a shame if the girl came out the victor, but not a disaster. The girl was nowhere near as smart as the boy, but she was smart enough. It might even be a better outcome, Averus thought, to have the one who is more easily manipulated. Not that Averus had a clue what she would manipulate the girl into doing. That would be the problem in ending up with her, of course. But Averus’s mind moved on. The important thing was: it was a win-win. And if by some fluke they both killed each other, then they weren’t worth training in the first place, and Averus would just have to accept that nobody alive in the galaxy deserved to be heir to her legacy. Force knew she had tried as hard as she could. What Averus had to focus on now, was straightening out all those horrid tangled locks still hiding up there. All this time spent pretending to be disinterested in her looks had taken its toll, especially on her beautiful silver hair. That needed to change immediately. Whoever walked out of that forest alive, they needed to see a form of ancient greatness, of terrible iconic beauty. Not a kindly grandmother or stern taskmaster, but a magnificent lord…queen…empress…god. She needed her Robe. Not the woolen brown-black cloak the boy saw, or even the ruddy dark blue thing she wore around the girl. She needed the one that was true black, like a midnight storm, like an eclipse, like the deep of space. The one that was thick and long and solid, with a hood that covered her eyes in shadow. The one that had alchemical runes stitched invisibly down the back to curse anyone who stole it. The one that had tiny deep red bloodgems infused into the lining like hidden spider webs, and acted like expensive, blaster-resistant chain mail. The one with the mechanism that allowed her to keep her lightsaber up her right sleeve, to be used at a moment’s notice. The one that felt like it should be saying, to all who looked upon the wearer, FEAR ME. She needed that one. That was the robe of a Sith Lord. It was tucked away somewhere in the cabin. All along, her plan had been to stage the final test here, on this planet. So this had been the place she hid the most ceremonial, most solemn of wardrobes. It was only a matter of pulling out the right stone from the correct side of the fireplace, let the secret door swing aside, and… No! the old woman bounded into the hidden compartment and pulled the robe out like it was a baby caught in a house fire. She laid it on her cot and fumbled around for a needle. She snagged one, threaded it, and rushed back to her patient. “This better be the right color thread.” She fretted as she meticulously stitched the centimeter-long tear along the shoulder. Darth Averus had a single, terrible weakness that had plagued her throughout all her life: she was vain. Luckily, she understood this weakness, and used it to her advantage. Take her former Master, Darth Pyre, for instance. When Pyre had her kneel as young Tira Sarogga, then pulled her Sith name out of the ethereal ebbs and flows of the Force, and named her, Tira knew the Force had delivered to her an instant advantage. When a Sith Apprentice’s name is first taken, the Master only speaks it. That’s all. No one writes it down and no one spells it out. So as far as Pyre was concerned, this new apprentice had taken the name Darth Avarice, whereas the young Ms. Sarogga was already rearranging the letters, even as she rose, figuring out the prettiest way the name could be written. Her original idea was to spell it U-a-v-a-r-u-s, with a silent ‘U’. She loved silent letters. She later changed the second ‘a’ to an ‘e’ because too many people were emphasizing the wrong syllable – (u)a’VAR’us just sounded awkward. But the interesting thing about this, was the effect it had on the secret holonet spyware her Master was using to keep tabs on her. Everything still searching for ‘Tira Sarogga’ worked fine. Everything now searching for ‘Darth Avarice’ was coming up blank, on the other hand. All of the sudden, this little apprentice went from having a short leash and blinders to having no leash and 20-20 vision. Not that she had much to worry about yet. Darth Pyre had become so enwrapped in her grand epic plans to elevate her home planet of Neimoidia into a formidable empire – one strong enough to take over the Republic – that she paid almost no attention to her new Apprentice. Averus was just another tool to further her ends. That was all. If Averus wanted to do something sinister behind her Master’s back, this was the time. But she didn’t. Aside from meditation rituals and a rigid, self-imposed training schedule, there was little else Darth Averus found herself interested in. Her own grand plans did not go much beyond making sure her rightful title of Baroness went unclaimed by other family members. All her maneuverings, all her clever plans – they all went toward securing this. Nothing else. Yet, even with her secret spelling to back her, Averus’s movements could not go hidden forever, even modest as they were. Pyre did not differentiate between large and modest anyway. To her, whatever Averus was doing behind her back was a threat. It needed to be rectified. So the Sarogga family estate found itself being visited by an old ‘friend of the family’ all of the sudden (for she knew them from years past), and the Neimoidian quickly shook things up. She created rivalries. Where she could not create rivalries, she sowed mistrust. Where she could not sow mistrust, she invented enemies to focus their anger. In record time, Darth Pyre had brought Averus’s whole family into a state of burning feudal hatred…just like Pyre had done with her once politically stable home planet. Oddly enough, Pyre did not do this to stop Averus from becoming a baroness. Pyre didn’t even know that was what Averus was doing. Pyre was simply trying to create a problem that Averus would have to put her full attention toward in order to fix. What Averus did instead, was let the situation erupt into violence, allowed the biggest threats to her title kill each other off, goad her jealous cousin into poisoning Darth Averus’s Baroness mother in the chaos that followed…and then walked into the thick of it, acting like a savior. In trying to thwart some imagined play for power, Pyre had inadvertently helped Averus attain her goals. So Averus became Baroness Tira Sarogga, and spent a significant amount of time keeping it legitimate, and working her way through the social spheres of all the galaxy’s elite. She stayed completely out of Pyre’s way, to the older woman’s delight – she believed her plan had succeeded in taking Averus’s mind off whatever the girl had intended to do. Years of slow progress went by for the both of them, working separately, only meeting once or twice in that whole time, almost never exchanging stories. Even the Holonet gave Averus more information about Pyre’s schemes to increase Neimoidia’s power than her Master gave her. Not that Averus gave Pyre much in return. It was an odd relationship – almost a non-relationship. The holonet called her Warlord Pyre, though. Averus’s Master never used her Sith title on her home world – a practice that Averus herself followed equally, even though the title “Darth” had stopped being associated with the Sith for almost a millennium. Of course, the news also referred to Pyre as a ‘he,’ even during holofeeds that clearly showed her face. Presumably, the Republic was incapable of telling the difference, and didn’t care enough to find someone who did. It made her shake her head in wonder. With specieal sensitivity like that, it’s a wonder the Republic doesn’t have a “Neimoidia Crisis” on every alien planet. Then again, maybe they did, and the problems were just being kept quiet. Force knew the Jedi had to be doing something, running around the galaxy like they were. Enforcing the loyalty of nonhumans – that made as much sense as any other possibility. Thoughts like that were as close as Averus came to participating in her Master’s plans. Meanwhile, she broke bread with senators and drug lords, and she hosted banquets for charity. She wore magnificent, attention-getting gowns to celebrity weddings, and she bought villas on Corellia to store smuggled weapons. She became the face of Dolus on Coruscant, even getting an open invite to sit in on senate meetings whenever she wished, after a short stint in politics. But mostly, she did nothing at all. It happened on a celebration day. One of Pyre’s highest and most trusted Neimoidian contacts landed in Tira’s personal estate docking bay. He brought the news directly to Darth Averus, the last baroness of Dolus. He even had the gall to interrupt her entire lawn party to deliver it. He bowed. Once they were behind private doors, he said, “The situation on Neimoidia has collapsed, my Lord. If you recall, the Republic’s response to our Lord Pyre’s uniting of Neimoidia, Cato Neimoidia, Deko Neimoidia, and Koru Neimoidia into a single sovereign state, was to illegally incite a resistance movement.” “Yes, I do. She told me she had every confidence it would fail. I take it that was an overconfidence. Is my Lord finally asking for help? After all these years?” “I’m afraid…it seems Lord Pyre did not anticipate that the resistance movement would gain backing from the Neimoidian Naval and Infantry divisions. They began an assault only a few days ago. It was very well planned. Baroness Sarogga…my Lord Averus…” he bowed, “At 0710 today, galactic time, our Lord Darth Pyre was shot to death in a military coup. Her body was…” but Averus wasn’t listening any more. So Pyre is dead. I’m alone, the only Sith Lord, and I now have free reign to do whatever I wish. The contact bowed again, and she dismissed him, Except…haven’t I always had free reign? Pyre never knew anything about what I did, could never, with my secret name. Yet what did I do? I became a baroness! That’s all. Where’s the ‘grand plan’ in that? I own land on a planet nobody cares about, with a title that means nothing, and I’m good friends with a few well-known people. There is nothing impressive about that. Yet…this is all I want. I should be jumping at the chance to take over my Master’s scheme. Force knows I could make it work. But I…I don’t want to. Where’s…where is my…my ambition? As the aging Darth Averus sat inside her cabin, facing her mirror, her thoughts roamed back to that question. Here she was, on the cusp of assuring the legacy of the Sith, and all she had to show for it was her highly respected status in countless circles on various planets. No plans for wiping out galactic corruption. The boy would leave her in disgust. No plans for making the world at better place. The girl would become bored in a day. No matter the outcome, Averus would lose their interest the second they learned the skills she had taught the other. Darth Averus would lose them, but that was okay. As long as they didn’t challenge her or become jealous of her status, she didn’t care what they did, how great they became. She had all she wanted, and frankly, that was enough. Then she thought about the boy. Her favorite. Would he really be willing to go off alone, to not challenge her? She thought back to when she first noticed the kid. It was an incident in one of the workhouses. She learned later that he’d been press-ganged into that fabrics processing warehouse only a few months before. That’s what they paid the biggest and strongest looking urchins to do: scare kids their way. The workhouse supervisor’s offer of protection came at the price of near-enslavement. They almost always took it, too frightened of being alone with those urchins to think straight. Quite a clever scheme, that. Of course, this was Averus’s own personal opinion, which is biased. She came up with the idea, after all. That the boy had generated some sort of following mattered little to Averus, at the time. Many kids managed something like that every once in a while. What took her notice, was the ‘suicide’ one of the overseers supposedly committed. Jonn ‘the Gran’ Grant – a former strong-arm for a mob boss that Averus had exiled – without warning, had jumped out a third story window to his death. Every overseer and supervisor who worked at that particular factory was a former member of that gang, in fact. Averus liked to keep her enemies together. But Jonn wasn’t suicidal. He was too arrogant to be depressed. No, Jonn was a murder victim. He’d been found embedded into thick permacrete, way beyond the jumping distance of a normal human being. It had to be the work of a Force Sensitive. She immediately and discreetly tested the blood samples of everyone in the warehouse. Most were negative. Some had a bit of potential. But one came back with staggering results. The boy all the kids called ‘Ten.’ Averus took him away from the factory as quickly as possible. She gained his trust by having the warehouse shut down. It was her’s after all, she could do whatever she wanted with it. Averus altered her entire lifestyle for the boy. She became a completely different personality, in order to teach him precisely the way she felt he needed to be taught. Meanwhile, she managed to divide her time perfectly between him and Mouse on Ferros VI and later Wayland. With the girl, Averus acted like someone else entirely. She switched between the two characters of Darth Averus as fluidly as if they were her own true identity, yet at the same time, remained the politically acute Baroness Tira Sarogga to the Dolusian government and the Republic at large. So, even if she fell deeply into the persona of the Grandmother or the persona of the Taskmaster, she never lost herself. Balancing three sets of complex, demanding, hidden realities should have been impossible. The stress should have broken her. It did no such thing. In fact, she felt better than ever, within the chaos she had created. Darth Averus was so clever and so smart and so ruthless, it would be easy to imagine her in charge of a whole galaxy. But she wasn’t. Not only that, she had no interest in it. Even now, as long decades of careful searching were about to give her the perfect Sith Apprentice, the possibility of ruling the entire galaxy struck no chords in her heart. But the boy – if that was truly who survived this night – he had already ruled one universe. Because that’s what that self-contained little workhouse had been. He’d created a devoted following after all. He could easily do it again on a larger scale, and not only that…he would want to. Would he see her disinterest as true disinterest, like it was? Or would he see it as an obstacle to be removed? Which would it be? More importantly, would Averus be able to tell the difference? She wasn’t so sure. And it occurred to her – sitting at the little table where she kept all her makeup and brushes, the mirror reflecting that ancient face back at her, the hood of her true robe still hanging behind her back waiting to be used – that perhaps vanity was not actually her greatest weakness at all. Maybe…just maybe…her greatest weakness was lack of ambition. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 12/15/07 7:44am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	Awesome post!! I especially loved the bit about her name And very cool realization on the part of Averus. -----signature----- "Not till the moon falls. Not till the world ends."
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 12/16/07 7:16am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	I totally agree with Nat. WOnderful post and those kind of details, like her name, just add so much to a story!! -----signature----- Any way youll never know The many ways I've tried
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raisedbywolves Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/16/07 1:45pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	I don't really have time to say much, but wow. Just wow. That, and it's really mean of you to delay the decision of the fight for so long! -----signature----- What She Saw: http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/21886008/?0 Proud (if erstwhile) padawan to Master Darth Pixel. It's not Darth Real Life, actually - I prefer to think of it as my very demanding Jedi Master.
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correllian_ale Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/17/07 7:59pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	I though that was the end. Very avant-garde. Chapter 11: Ambition What a comeback! Are you sure Averus' name shouldn't be Darth Narcissust... Tira Sarogga(?) Averus' backstory was incredible yodimus. As was the revelations of who she was truly rooting for/training. And it occurred to her – sitting at the little table where she kept all her makeup and brushes, the mirror reflecting that ancient face back at her, the hood of her true robe still hanging behind her back waiting to be used – that perhaps vanity was not actually her greatest weakness at all. Maybe…just maybe…her greatest weakness was lack of ambition. How does it go? One to Control the Power, and the Other to Covet it? Averus doesn't seem to care for a whole lot of coveting, does she? Yod posted: ale posted: Mouse's nightmare has come to life! Ah, it looks like my attmepts to switch your sympathies from the Boy to Mouse are complete. Mouse has never had any nightmares about shadow demons. For my next trick, I will convince your mind's eye that the shower scene in Psycho showed red blood, even though the film is black and white. ash... -----signature----- Consider this my "throw back" jersey... I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same.
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 12/17/07 8:51pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	That was a very interesting and informative chapter on Averus. Very interesting indeed. Especially to learn that she was a Sith without the typical Sithly ambitions. -----signature----- Aha! That's it. Hold it right there. Pronoun trouble. It's not "he doesn't have to shoot YOU now," it's "he doens't have to shoot ME now." Well I say he DOES have to shoot me now!! So shoot me now!
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 12/19/07 2:33am Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition
	You asked for it... grabs Yod by the throat and shakes him Aaaaaargh! You and your intercliffe chapters. I think Averus' stroy is very interetsing and rather unique. I am having suspicions about the boy, too, and that does not bode well for Mouse. Damn! Why can't those Sith stories have a 'Happy ever after'- end? -----signature----- Padawan owned by Corellian_Ale Master of CloneCaptainRex. Proud FanFic Master of Darth_Sathanos Why so serious? Master of baritonejedi
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 12/19/07 10:19pm Subject: RE: The Wise - CH 11: Ambition - Date Edited: 12/21/07 2:44pm (2 edits total) Edited By: 1Yodimus_Prime
	NYCG: The thing about stuff like that is, as an author, you're constantly paranoid that someone's going to point it out ahead of the reveal: "Uh, hello, you spelled 'Avarice' wrong...", and then it looks like you're trying to cover your ass instead of doing something clever. I remember a popular webcomic author I read regularly once ran into that speedbump regarding a multi-comic joke involving zucchini. When a thousand people email you a correction you already knew, and intended to write into the story, it can screw things up a bit. Leona: Thanks! Adding to the story is what I do best!! raisedby: Look, the fact of the matter is, I am mean. Damned to Hell, in fact (if Satan will have me. Who knows at this point) As far as I'm concerned, the decision of the fight isn't technically delayed. In fact, I'd say it's right on schedule. Ale: The coolest movies I watched in film class back in college were "Sunset Boulevard" and "Double Indemnity". That said, it would have been incredibly nihilistic of me to end this on a chapter titled, "Despair" And yes, her real name is in fact Tira Sarogga, finally hammering home that, yes, she...um.. Hold on, lemme check my notes.. (my GOD, I've had this story for an eternity) Averus doesn't seem to care for a whole lot of coveting, does she? But there's also that other saying, "Once you have power, the only thing you fear is losing your power." I'd say this saying has a tendency to undermine that other saying. BigE: I've never believed that Sith Lords were as predictable as the films kind of implied. I bet there was a ton of turmmoil and bizarre, unique perspectives and philosophies tossed around throughout the thousand-plus years the Order stayed hidden. The Sith are essentially Extremist Individualists, after all. (Heh..Ayn Randian Terrorists) In fact, I think I'm going to touch on that subject a tiny bit in the next chapter, if I recall. Lanna: You know if you kill me, you'll never find out what happens, right? Just throwing that out there. But here's some reassurance for you anyway: I'm leaving for Pittsburgh on Saturday, for the Holidays. So, because of this, I'll be updating tomorrow to get that out of the way. This Next chapter is, I'd say, slightly less cliff-ish than others. Scout's honor. [EDIT] For the record, I had to take three words out of their italics coding to get the following chapter under the character limit. This update is huge. Merry freakin' Christmas. (PS: this will not be the last chapter either, Ale) -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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