Jedi Council Forums - Always the Comedian

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Before the Saga »

Post Reply | Active Topic Notification | Previous Active Topic | Next Active Topic

Author	Topic: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/1 8:15am Subject: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	Title: Always the Comedian Author: VaderLVR64 Characters: Sian Ny (OC) Summary: Sian finds himself in trouble. Again. Notes: This little plot bunny was given to me by Layren, who insisted I write it. So blame HER! Always the Comedian Sian woke with a groan, sickly aware of the throbbing of his head and the roiling in his belly. “Not good,” he muttered and then winced at the sound of his own voice. In response to the noise, his head gave another good thump. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remember what had gotten him in this state. Memory was slow in coming, washing over him in murky, muddy waves. A cantina…loud music…pretty Twi’Lek dancer who had thrown him more than one flirtatious glance. In spite of his aching head and rebellious stomach, Sian grinned at the memory. Nothing so out of the ordinary, he thought. He usually did not drink himself into such a state, however, and anyway, that explanation felt wrong somehow. “Focus, Ny,” he ordered himself, almost hearing Qui-Gon’s voice as he said it. This time he was able to ignore the resulting pounding in his skull, but only just. The cantina was where it had all started to go wrong, he could remember that much at least. He frowned, trying to grasp the memory that was proving balky and reluctant. An undercover mission… A simple undercover mission, that’s all it was – all it was supposed to be at least. Nothing could be easier. That was what he’d told Master Yoda in the Council Chamber when he had made his case to be assigned to the mission. He could remember that scene quite clearly now. “After all,” Sian told the Council. “Who would suspect a guy in a hoverchair of being a spy, much less a Jedi?” In the end, it had been that logical argument that had gotten him his way. “Lucky me,” Sian grumbled. The roar in his head grew louder, and there was a mocking quality to it that Sian didn’t like. “Okay, so how did I end up here with a bantha herd stampeding in my head?” Sian closed his eyes and tried to reconstruct the evening, as patchy as his memories were. There had been one or two ales, certainly not enough alcohol to have incapacitated him like this. Therefore, something else was responsible for his pitiful state. He would have smiled at his logical deduction if he wasn’t afraid his skull would split. The Twi’Lek dancing girl – the lovely red hue of her skin under the harsh lights had drawn his interest along with that of most of the other patrons. He remembered her quite clearly. He remembered watching her, sipping at his ale, and using the Force to assess the beings that surrounded him. Their type were viewed as the scum of the galaxy, especially by those who lived in the upper levels of the Coruscant high-rises, not to be trusted, but if the truth were known he did not feel completely out of place among them. Some of them were dirty and crooked, that was true, but some of them were simply trying to make their way in a universe that seemed against them from birth. Still, he had been sent there to do a job, not philosophize on the state of the galaxy. Listening to their chatter, innocent mostly, though some was blush worthy, he had picked up on an interesting tidbit of conversation. He had heard the name Balzar. That happened to be the name of a pirate about whom Sian had been sent to get information. How convenient that his name would pop up on only his third evening out. “Too convenient, perhaps?” he questioned himself bitterly. “Since when is life that easy?” Berating himself for his gullibility, Sian rubbed at his eyes, hoping that they would not fall from his head anytime soon. He’d much prefer to be safely ensconced in the Healers’ Ward of the Temple before anything fell out or off of his body. The whisper of the name had made Sian pay attention, but he had been quite sure that he had been discreet, still ogling the Twi’Lek as he had been before. She had even given him a little, encouraging wink and he remembered trying to decide if it was a conflict of interest to have a little fun while he was on a mission. Then there had been a scuffle at a nearby table and someone had bumped into him. Sian scowled, knowing the memory was just there, barely beyond his grasp. Then he smiled. “Oh I remember you now, you little…” He fell to muttering every insulting name he could remember. Sian had never been overly concerned with manners, so that took quite a few minutes. There had been the sting of a hypo at his neck, but before he could even whimper a protest, he had decided to take a little nap. The door opened and Sian blinked at the sudden brightness of the light flooding in from the hallway beyond. “Well now, the sleeper has awakened,” a voice drawled. It was deep and mellifluous, surprisingly melodic for such a big man. The figure in the doorway was huge, standing at least two meters tall and about half as wide. “You forgot to tell the maid to turn down my bed,” Sian quipped, suddenly noticing that his hoverchair was shoved into a corner. He almost smiled. Isn’t that a happy change of fortune. “I’m Balzar,” the big man said. “I heard you wanted to meet me.” Sian shaded his eyes from the increased illumination as the pirate moved closer. “Not really,” he replied. “I was just curious.” “Curiosity is a dangerous thing in this part of the galaxy,” the pirate observed. He moved close enough for Sian to see that he was bald, his pale scalp gleaming in the light. His massive arms were crossed over a chest that might have doubled as a landing pad in a pinch. “I’ve always liked to live on the edge,” Sian said. “Now, my curiosity has been satisfied, so I’ll be on my way.” A huge laugh erupted from the man and Sian had to clutch at his aching head. “You’re funny,” Balzar said. “I like that.” Sian peered up at him. “Enough to let me go?” he asked hopefully. “Let’s not push it,” Balzar reproved with a prim pursing of his lips. Sian repressed the urge to tell him to stop being such a gundark’s behind. That might prove fatal. “Just thought I’d ask,” Sian said easily and the giant’s humor was restored. “Why are you asking about me, little one?” Balzar asked. “Such questions make me…uncomfortable.” “Little one?” Sian echoed in disgust. He sat up as straight as he could, as if he could make himself bigger by that act. “Compared to me…” There was a shifting of the huge shoulders that Sian supposed was a shrug. Sian studied him. “I see what you mean,” he replied dryly and let his shoulders slump. “To tell the truth, I heard you were the best around and I wanted to learn from the best.” Sian was proud of that whopper. It was a lie that had come to him even as he was speaking. Talk about thinking on your feet, he mused. Or, more accurately, on your butt…. Balzar gazed at him impassively. “You wanna be a pirate?” “What?” Sian asked in surprise. “No euphemisms, no telling me how you’re a business man who simply provides a needed service? I’m a little disappointed,” he added, shaking his head. “I had such high hopes.” “You’ve got a smart mouth,” Balzar warned. “So I’ve heard.” “It could prove…unhealthy.” “No one lives forever,” Sian replied philosophically. “But most want to live until tomorrow,” Balzar pointed out. “True enough,” Sian conceded. “Now then, let’s be honest with each other,” Balzar said softly. “I like you, I really do, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.” The tone of his voice never changed as he made that threat and Sian swallowed hard. Here was a man who would kill casually and then simply wipe his hands and then order a big meal. He could easily imagine the giant saying, “Killing always makes me hungry.” “I’m telling you the truth,” Sian said and put just a tiny push of the Force into his answer. When it came down to it, Sian knew he could easily kill or incapacitate the pirate, slip into his hoverchair and use the Force to make his escape. It was Master Yoda’s voice that stopped him. “Only information,” Yoda had warned, shaking one green finger at Sian. “Nothing more or less. If dangerous it becomes, return to the Temple you must.” Sian was brave, some might even say he was reckless. But Sian Ny was not stupid. No matter what anyone else said. Balzar heaved a sigh that blew back Sian’s hair two meters across the room. “Now you’re just trying my patience, little one.” “For the last time, I ain’t little,” Sian growled. “Yeah, yeah, compared to you, but then a mountain would be little compared to you!” Balzar grinned at that, apparently feeling mellow again. “You’re funny,” he said again. “I get that a lot,” Sian replied with a sigh. “Along with annoying, stupid, and stubborn, but yeah, funny is in the top five.” “I’m really going to miss you when I kill you,” Balzar observed with what sounded like genuine regret. “Still, I can’t have anyone running around telling all my secrets.” “First of all, your giganticness, I don’t know squat about your secrets,” Sian reminded him. “Second of all, do I look like I’m gonna run anywhere?” With that, he struck at his numb, useless legs. As he hoped, that prompted more laughter from the jolly homicidal giant. “So why are you being so curious?” Balzar asked yet again. Sian shrugged. “I already told you.” “You’re not very cooperative,” Balzar chided. Snorting softly, Sian shook his head. “I don’t cooperate with people I like, what makes you’d think I’d cooperate with the man who’s just threatened to kill me?” Balzar studied him for a moment and then grinned widely. “What are you?” he asked and then leaned down close to Sian. “Some kind of comedian?” “Not even close.” Sian finally letting his predatory grin show. There was a flicker of unease in the giant’s eyes just a split second before Sian used the Force to throw him against the far wall. Slowly, gracefully, Balzar slipped down the wall and fell to the floor, his body arranging itself neatly. “I’m just a Jedi.” He called his hoverchair to him and hoisted himself into it. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” Balzar would live, but his pride had taken a beating. Sian smirked, almost wishing he could be there to watch the giant wake up. That wouldn’t be prudent, he decided, and for once he would err on the side of caution. He gave the figure a shove with his hoverchair, taking malicious enjoyment from that small cruelty. Not very worthy of a Jedi, he thought, but my aching head doesn’t really care much about that right now. With that, he maneuvered himself out of the room, whistling under his breath and almost looking forward to the confrontations that were sure to come as he made his escape. “Little one indeed,” he scoffed. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/1 8:24am Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	Yippee another Sian Ny adventure. I love this guy. Nice viggy -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jinngerbread Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 4/1 8:52am Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	He gave the figure a shove with his hoverchair, taking malicious enjoyment from that small cruelty. Not very worthy of a Jedi, he thought, but my aching head doesn’t really care much about that right now. With that, he maneuvered himself out of the room, whistling under his breath and almost looking forward to the confrontations that were sure to come as he made his escape. “Little one indeed,” he scoffed. Trust Sian to take offense at that I didn't insist, you were the one who pounced on my bunny I just pestered you afterwards enough to make you write it -----signature----- Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?5 I Really Need A New Job http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28912460/p1/?1 Gate Crashin' http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28492848/p1/?21
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 4/1 11:47am Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	More to this little vignette than meets the eye on first read. Lovely, subtle character study. -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/1 12:10pm Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	“Little one indeed,” he scoffed. Oh come now, Sian, considering all the things you could have been called, little one isn't that bad I loved how easily he was able to deal with Balzar, especially considering the....ah....delicate state of his head. Great job on this -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/12 3:45pm Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	earlybird-obi-wan Thanks! Glad you liked it! Jinngerbread I'm still blaming you! ratna Thank you. Can you tell I have a crush on Sian? KELIA Poor baby! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 6/12 4:37pm Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	MamaV does it again! Another great story! Your tales are always so fun to read, Master! -----signature----- TIS Rules. Check out: Soon to be continued: Choices-- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28767048/p1 A Jedi must make a difficult choice when he runs into an old crush Odd Happenings: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29123443&
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/13 2:00am Subject: RE: Always the Comedian - Sian Ny vignette
	Can you tell I have a crush on Sian? lol! creatrix though you are, line forms to the left, my dear. -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Before the Saga »