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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/23 8:41am Subject: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/3 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs] - Date Edited: 7/5 9:27pm (27 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Author: Jedi_Perigrine Primary Characters: OCs, Secondary Characters: Yoda, Qui-Gon, Genre: Pre-TPM, Drama with some action forthcoming. Rating: PG is my intention. Notes: This is my first fanfic post. There are at least 10 more posts' worth finished, and almost that many again near completion. A few weeks ago when I found the fanfic.theforce.net, I remembered a story I had written a while back. I dusted it off and started adding more to it, with the intention of making it good enough to post there. I would appreciate some help! I would love constructive criticism, potential beta readers, and any other advice that might make this archive-worthy! Please PM me with concrit and recommendations, or feel free to post replies. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I liked writing it. ___________________________________________________________________________________ “Something important have you to say, Master Evlon?” The serenity that exuded from the little green Jedi Master was as potent as the security of his own quarters. Yoda somehow made an almost empty room seem as well protected as a ferrocrete bunker hidden deep in a planet’s crust. Wilch shook his head. “You honor me too far, Master Yoda. I have not accepted the title of Master.” Wilch Evlon was a tall human, just under two meters. His jet-black hair was cut conservatively short, failing to conform to the trendy styles of the day. It was relatively free of gray or white streaks, which belied his middle age. An ovular face with no facial hair and average features meant Wilch could fit in almost anywhere without being noticed, though the biggest exception were his piercing green eyes, made even more intriguing by his aggressively arched eyebrows. “Offered for you, the position has. Many times. Important to the Council your wisdom and clairvoyance is. Perhaps more important than you are willing to admit?” The younger Jedi squirmed ever so slightly on his flat circular padded chair. “Master Yoda I do not agree with the Council on many issues. I would only create strife within a body that is otherwise in harmony.” The small green Jedi shook his head slightly as he considered the middle aged human male. “With Master Qui-Gon then do you agree, hmm?” Wilch smiled, scrunching crow’s feet into the corners of his eyes. “Not with everything. His focus with the Force is...unflappable. I don’t believe even you follow its direction so blindly.” Yoda said nothing, but aimed a curious glance at Evlon. “And now I suppose you want to know why I’m here.” Wilch Evlon leaned forward, shrugging voluminous sleeves clear so he could put his elbows on his knees, not really noticing the way the reddish brown robes scrunched up around his wrists and over his hands. “Something is coming, Master, something that truly puts the Jedi at terrible risk beyond anything we’ve faced in a thousand years.” “A vision have you seen?” Yoda’s curious skepticism was apparent in his voice. “Yes Master. I saw the future, and one not so far off. As the vision comes to me, it involves Qui-Gon and a new apprentice. He finds someone very dangerous. I don’t get a clear vision of whom, but the meaning is clear enough. Qui-Gon will bring back a youth past the age of training. I feel it is vital that the boy not be taught the ways of the Jedi.” “Very strongly you feel this,” Yoda confirmed. “Why?” Wilch couldn’t get the vision out of his mind if he tried. A full month had passed since the dream had come to him, yet the tiny fragment he saw wouldn’t leave his memory. It was of a human male, blue lightsaber drawn and arcing towards one of the younglings--the very young students who were brought to the Jedi Temple to learn the ways of the Force. The man was fraught with conflicting emotions, with regret, hate and anger radiating off of him as powerfully as the corona of a sun. Behind that baleful stare was a monster who would destroy the Order completely. “He is a danger to all the Jedi, Master.” “Why can I not sense this as well? Your confidence have I kept private from the rest of the Council in the past. Always good reasons have you had, compelling evidence.” Wilch didn’t speak for a moment. “Words are not strong enough to explain what I saw. Words cannot describe the…pained surrender to the Dark side emotions I felt. I know only that he will be trusted and respected, yet he will turn on us.” He emphasized the will distinctly. Yoda closed his eyes and rode the waves of the force, trying to find the vision that his fellow Jedi had seen. Concentration came easily, and the hosts of possible futures rode swift currents to appear and vanish before him. With a highly organized mind he scoured through the more likely futures and glanced through the extremely improbable. Nowhere did he see any hints of the dire portents that had been brought before him. Was the Force showing Wilch something that it was choosing not to share with him? With centuries of being at the Force’s whims, it was hard for Yoda to accept that he might not be privy to such an important vision and therefore he was prone to discard it. Yet he did not let his pride take hold, allowing himself to keep an open mind. “Much faith have I in your precognition, Master Evlon. Feel your vision I cannot, but while I am unsure of the truth in your vision, ignore this danger I cannot. What would you have me tell the temple of this?” “Nothing. Just do not let it come to pass, Master. Remind the Council why we have the age restrictions, and under no circumstances do not let them make this exception.” “Doubts I have the Council would. If this event takes place, remind them I will of the reasons for our Code.” “Thank you master, that’s all I can ask.” The intensity in Yoda voice matched the cold fire burning in his eyes. “And I ask that our offer you reconsider. Another point of view does the council need, one that does not come through the voice of another.” Yoda was referring to the visions Wilch Evlon had passed on to Yoda upon various occasions. Many negotiations turned peaceful when Evlon’s advice, which often seemed foolhardy, was taken. Wilch felt that very few Jedi, perhaps only Yoda and Qui-Gon Jinn, had the faith in the Force to heed advice that seemed so dangerous when viewed through the eyes of common sense. “The offer is respected, Master, and has been considered during many meditations. I do not feel that I am ready to lead, nor do I feel that my voice is strong enough to change the minds around me to go along with my point of view. I doubt I have the understanding to respect the other masters for their differing opinions.” Yoda grunted. “Truth you know that is not. Many times have the Council changed their minds on decisions because they listened to your words.” “Spoken through your voice, Master. The other Masters respect your power, your wisdom, and your trust in the Force. My opinions sometimes seem to go contrary to the Code, and you of all Masters should know that my powers are not strong. It was only sheer fortune that I passed all the trials to become a Jedi instead of remaining a Padawan forever, not because I had the abilities.” He chuckled a self-depreciating laugh. “Were I in a lightsaber duel with a youngling, many Masters would bet against me.” He leaned a little farther forward. “I do not think I have the strength to be a Master. I know my limits as a Jedi Knight as well. There are times I have considered giving up the saber.” “Passed the trials you did because the Force wanted you to. Passed the trials you did because you saw wisdom and used your intellect and used the Force as it was meant to be wielded. Lightsaber skills make not the Jedi.” Yoda knew more objections were coming and he waved his three-clawed hand, forgoing the tirade, a little disgust behind his words at a Jedi doubting his formidable abilities. Overly arrogant or insecure, it seemed there were too many Jedi of each breed in the Order. “A Master’s title we cannot force you to assume. But in the mind of the Force, a Master you are. Accept this you should, then much good could you do the galaxy. Anything else to say have you?” “No Master.” “Be gone, then. Work have I to do.” tbc -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/23 11:50am Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	Very intriguing first post! Hmm... At least Yoda is taking heed. Guess that's why he's the grand Master! You have a nice writing style that leaves the reader looking forward to more. I'm anxiously awaiting your next post. -----signature----- The Past Revisited http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28440949 Lessons Learned http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28580784 Remembrance http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28009025 Padawan to dianethx
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KELIA Title: Hostess: 20 Questions and Bet Your Knowledge Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/23 1:09pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon - Date Edited: 4/23 1:09pm (1 edits total) Edited By: KELIA
	Very nice beginning. It's wonderful to see Yoda listen and consider Evlon's words. If you have a PM list for this, please add me. Looking forward to more -----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
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Qui-Gina-Jinn Title: FanForce CR FF Denmark Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/23 1:16pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	What a great start! So Master Evlon is seeing what Anakin will do? You'd better listen to him, Yoda! Wonder what Qui-Gon would say to that, were he ever to find out... -----signature----- Dark Lady of the DLC Fan Force Denmark I was there - FFEurope meeting, Stockholm 2005, Celebration Europe 2007, JediCon 2008 Not to worry - we are still flying half a ship! Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade
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Alexis_Wingstar Title: PT Rewrite Contest Winner Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/23 3:31pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	This was a good start. I can't wait to see where you go with this. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria Rimstar-Cor "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi See my profile for links to this and my other fanfics
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/23 4:26pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	Thanks everybody for the nice compliments, I appreciate them greatly! Especially as a newly posting writer, you never know how people are going to take your style. Kelia--Is there a way to send an entire group of PMs to let all who want to know about a new post? Or do I have to send each PM to each person individually? I have a bit of a dark streak in me, for you all have to wait until tomorrow morning for the next segment! Muahaha! -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/24 7:51am Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon Updated 4/24 - Date Edited: 4/24 10:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Part Two: “Wilch! How did it go with Master Yoda?” Plort hailed from across the busy entryway to the Jedi Temple. Plort was an Ithorian Jedi. He was tall, even by Wilch’s nearly two-meter stature, and his long limbed features accented his height. Hands twice the size of the human’s own dangled a short distance above his knees. The Ithorian wore robes that were large and nearly dragging on the ground in an attempt to hide his gangly legs as well as cover the lack of footwear on his elephant-like feet. Today he was wearing a brown robe that neatly accentuated the few maroon markings that randomly decorated his bluish gray skin. Plort Fol was one of only a couple Jedi whom Wilch Evlon considered a real friend. In Wilch’s mind, he was the only Jedi who considered Wilch an equal in all aspects, even though the Ithorian must have known he could crush the human without much difficulty. “Yoda heard my words and doubted the council would allow an older student into the ranks. But he promised to take my words into account if they ever thought about changing their minds.” “That’s good right? That’s what you wanted.” Mouths at the base of either side of the thick trunk leading to the T-shaped head spoke simultaneously, giving all of his perfectly spoken Basic a bass-like echo. “Only in part. I doubt he would allow an older student to begin the training, and perhaps I convinced him to rally harder against the Council, but I fear my words were not enough for him to seriously consider the dangers and to argue at his strongest against the threat.” Plort was the only Jedi with whom Wilch felt sure enough of himself to share the actual images of his visions. From his knowledge, it was unusual for mind-images to be shared with other Jedi, and it took a special amount of trust to open his mental defenses enough to let someone else into his memories to share them. “Then are you still thinking about-” “Yes.” Plort nodded, not minding being interrupted. It could be hard having a friend who knew what you were going to say before you said it. “I’m off to do some more lightsaber training.” Fol shook his head. “But you knew that already, didn’t you. Want to grab a meal together later?” Wilch nodded. “Come by my apartment when you’re ready. That is, unless you’re going to train until they throw you out again.” The Ithorian laughed, a booming, infectious chuckle that always brought a smile to his friend’s lips. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I can take more than six or seven hours of sparring today. “ He gave a saluting wave. “Until later.” ____________________________________________________________________________________ When Wilch entered his modest apartment, the first thing he sensed, as he always did, was the health of his plants. The green and blue and orange plant matter that he had gathered within his room all mixed together forming a pleasant fragrance. His furniture was extremely bare, practically planks of slightly cushioned plasteel, comfortable only for guests whose aft-sections had sat in them for long periods of time, and Jedi, who were known for being able to ignore most discomforts. Even his bed wasn’t much more than a hunk of plasteel coated with a light padding, a blanket, and a computer pad that he downloaded all his reading onto, which often doubled as a pillow. The life that surrounded him now flourished and hummed with happiness, as all the simple beings’ needs had been taken care of to the highest degree, except for one budding plant hidden behind some large tree-like trunks near the biggest windows in his apartment. Wilch walked the rest of the way into the house, stepping into the mixture of dark, loamy soils that he had gathered from many of his stops around the galaxy. He insisted on only the finest nutrient rich surroundings for his plants. “Zee-seven, how come you didn’t water the S’gtl plant? Can’t you see it needs moisture?” A dull white protocol droid, human-shaped in appearance came shuffling out from the workroom that Wilch had converted for Z7’s use, spreading sand in small explosions with every ungainly step, his electronic voice nearly as stiff as the aged metal joints. “Master Evlon, I cannot sense the plants in the same way you do. My infra-red sensors and even molecular scanners cannot see through the dirt and ehhhh, fertilizer that you piled upon that poor plant.” The Z7 strongly disliked the animal dung Wilch used to keep his plants’ healthy, despite the fact that he couldn’t smell. Z7-8B took the long cloak from his master and hung it up in the closet near the door, something which would not have happened had the droid not been present. “Welcome home, in any case. May I wave you some nourishment?” “No thanks Zee-seven. I need to meditate, and Plort will be by later. We’ll eat together.” “Yes master. Enjoy communing with your primitive plants. I shall be in my workshop.” The droid stiffly wandered back to his room. Wilch wasn’t the biggest fan of droids, but they did have their uses. While his duties as a Jedi brought him all around the galaxy, someone had to be around to feed his precious plants, and his apartment simply wasn’t big enough to house all the creatures that would help tend to his greenery. Besides, Matris probably wouldn’t enjoy the sounds of the jungle coming from the next room over. Matris was the somewhat younger woman who lived next door. She insisted that he keep his clothes off the sand and dirt that sufficed as his floor. She was always coming over at inopportune moments, too, which was frustrating. Wilch always enjoyed her company, but occasionally he felt guilty spending time with her because of the many other demands on his time. He was often uncomfortable in her presence for reasons he didn’t understand, but Wilch also suspected that she was the only person keeping him from being tossed out of the apartment complex. Respected Jedi or no, he had converted what the building owner called “luxurious carpeting fit enough for a visiting monarch into the most expensive dirt floor from the grungiest local park.” His building managers’ displeasure was understandable enough, but Matris did have some pull since she owned the building and her parent’s inheritance had provided most of the money to build the apartment complex to begin with. Evlon settled down on his plain bench, crossed his legs, and calmed his thoughts so that all his images and thoughts came only from the Force. He felt the peaceful breeze the plants swayed in, and the content aura of all his foliage. The currents of the Force pulled him from his small room to the center of his being, the tiny decisions that marked every single moment of life. The Force urged deep breaths from his mouth, pushing the air from his lungs through his nose. He sensed the molecularly changes as it pushed the carbon dioxide from his body to give the plants their own air. He sensed the plants converting his exahaled breath to a more pure form of oxygen for him to breathe. One of the many circles of life completed again, only to begin once more, trillions of times a day. Images flashed across his consciousness, most of them rushing by him so fast he couldn’t tell what any of them were. Of the rest of them, many contained people he knew or recognized. As usual, the Force lingered longest on a man Wilch knew well; a man several years younger than himself; a man whose reliance on the Force to lead him was extreme. Wilch couldn’t tell where Qui-Gon Jinn was at that very moment. The Force focused more on impressions of the man’s thoughts rather than where he was physically located, unless the Force felt the location was important somehow. Wilch sensed some frustration with his pupil, Obi Wan, but that was normal. Qui-Gon was often frustrated when the people around him didn’t rely on the Force as much as he did. He often felt that thinking while using the Force was a barrier that kept the Force from speaking to one fully. To Wilch, Qui-Gon was both a friend, and a puzzle that needed to be worked out. In Wilch’s mind, Qui-Gon was one of the most charismatic of the Jedi, in terms of his powers, and in terms of his dedication and total reliance on the Force to guide his actions and his beliefs. Qui-Gon was so reliant on the Force for all his needs that even Wilch Evlon thought he ignored his physical body. One needs to eat, drink, and sleep, no matter how in tune with the Force they are. One needed to train their muscles and body to work together in order to get the most benefit from the Force, be that jumping incredible distances, lifting objects with one’s mind, or defending life with a lightsaber. After several moments focus on Qui-Gon, the images left him and pulled him to a semi-peaceful meditation, a reflection of self, of past and future events distant and in perpetual flux. But as it had been over the last month, he just couldn’t find the peace that comes with knowing your place in the universe. -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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Alexis_Wingstar Title: PT Rewrite Contest Winner Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/24 8:47am Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	so... he doesn't live in the temple like other jedi? It's interesting to see his views on the cannon characters. I wonder what it is he's going to do? -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria Rimstar-Cor "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi See my profile for links to this and my other fanfics
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/24 9:16am Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	Very intriguing OC and I like that he doesn't live at the Temple. He seems to be a centered Jedi even if he feels he's not good with a saber. This is very good. Send me a PM when you update, please. A couple of things. The story post is scrolling - which means that I have to move my cursor side to side to read the whole thing. My guess is that your _________ at the beginning of the story is too long. Please shorten it. Some readers won't read something that scrolls. You should decide on a title and keep it. People will look for the title and if you change it half way through, it can get lost. When you submit to the Archives, you can change the title then. Well done! -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 6/22/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/24 10:40am Subject: RE: "Preservation" [Working Title] OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon
	Thank you both Weird about the ___'s though, doesn't show up on my end. I'll fix that right away. Yeah Wilch is a bit of an odd duck--he found good quarters in a nearby apartment building. -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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KELIA Title: Hostess: 20 Questions and Bet Your Knowledge Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/25 4:22am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/24
	WOW Now he's having visions about Qui-Gon I hope this will, perhaps, alter Qui's destiny on Naboo? Great update -----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
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/25 8:06am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/24
	Thanks for the compliments! Keep them coming, my ego is quite fragile. (J/k) Oh don't worry, Qui-Gon will make his appearance soon. Very soon. But not today. Part 3 The hours passed, time that went both quickly and slowly at the same time. Wilch realized he had not heard the guest chime as Z7 complained on his way to open the door himself. “Let him in, Zee,” he said before the droid could say his master was in disposed. Plort greeted Z7-8B cheerfully as he lugged a large sack through the door, plunking it on the floor in front of him as he sat on the chair that Wilch had brought in special for Ithorian body types. “Mediating again? Maybe you should just give me access to your room so I don’t have to bother your droid to let me in.” Wilch wrinkled his nose. “Smells like you had a good workout. Did you beat anybody today?” Plort nodded. “I did quite well. I pulled Master Windu to a draw, but Yoda happened by and reminded me something to the effect of, ‘confident one must be when facing the dangers of the galaxy, but open and humble one must be when facing equals or greater.’” “Sounds like you were sufficiently humbled.” “Over abundantly humbled, which only Yoda can do so easily.” The admission that a small green being who walked with a cane and was barely a quarter of the Ithorian’s mass could dispatch him so quickly was obviously hard for Plort to admit. He shook his large neck and head regretfully, then reached into the bag and pulled out a lightsaber. Plort was always fine-tuning the lightsabers he made or was given to upgrade. He took it as a personal challenge to modify them just to the point of highest power output and most efficiency, right at the edge of functionality. More than once, a saber he was modifying had exploded in his hands, coming very close to causing him major damage. Only his Jedi reflexes saved the loss of a hand, or worse. “Do you have to fiddle with those things here? You know I’ll get kicked out of this place if you blow a hole in the wall.” “Admit it, you’re more afraid I’ll harm one of your plants. Besides, you know my species. We do our best work while in nature. Not much of nature to be found on Coruscant. My quarters excluded, your house is the only happy garden for a hundred klicks.” Plort closed his eyes and used the Force to explore the inner workings of his current project. When he was satisfied with what he felt, he pulled out some intricate-looking tools and started taking the cylinder apart. Wilch watched him fiddle for several minutes, a small smile on his face. “You’re the most aggressive Ithorian I’ve ever met.” “Thank you. I’m tired of trying to live up to everybody’s pacifistic expectations.” The only sound for several more minutes came from the tools that Plort was working with. Occasionally a powering-up battery sound broke the stillness. Essentially alone with his thoughts, he said the second most important thing that was on his mind. “Yoda offered me a Master position again.” “Knowing you, you didn’t take it.” The Ithorian’s face scrunched up in minor agitation. “Wilch, everybody I know admires you for your wisdom and convictions, not only your powers.” He looked up with his sly, dark eyes. “Besides, everyone admires me a little more for being friends with the wise yet reclusive Wilch Evlon.” “Power. Singular. The only thing I do is see the future better than most other Jedi. Who wouldn’t want to harness that? Besides, my wisdom isn’t something they’ll take seriously.” “For a Jedi, you have the lowest self esteem of anybody I’ve ever met. Most of the other Jedi are coming back from their missions touting their results and their worth to the Council.” He stopped tuning the lightsaber for the second it took him to point in a mock-accusatory tone. “You come back from every mission proclaiming near-failure, even though you usually perform beyond their expectations, of which I might add, have been growing higher and higher. Why won’t you take their offer? Become a Master, they’ll never stop pestering you until you do.” “I don’t want the position,” Wilch responded tersely. “I don’t have anything to offer besides my future predictions, which always sound better coming through Yoda’s mouth anyway. They won’t listen to me.” “You don’t know that. I feel the opposite is true!” “I’m not ready! “Yes you are! Wilch seemed to have this conversation at least once a month, but because of the strain the visions was putting on him, his temper was much shorter than it should have been. “Enough!” He shouted. “Out! Get out! I will not be forced to the position! I don’t want to talk about this now!” Plort’s eyes were hooded in anger for only the briefest second before he regained control. He placed the lightsaber’s pieces into his ‘work in progress’ pocket and walked to the door. “I didn’t mean to upset you, old friend. I just want what’s best for you, and for the Order. Despite your reluctance, the Force wills you to lead. You’re the only one who won’t admit that, it seems. Talk to me. I am your friend. Your reasons must be good; you can share them with me whenever you are ready.” Plort gave Wilch a bow of respect, and exited. A voice echoed from the workroom. “You should treat your friends better than that, master Evlon.” “Shut up Zee. Just be quiet and let me meditate.” -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/25 10:24am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/25
	Nice updates...this is very intriguing. Well done!!! -----signature----- The Past Revisited http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28440949 Lessons Learned http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28580784 Remembrance http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28009025 Padawan to dianethx
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Alexis_Wingstar Title: PT Rewrite Contest Winner Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/25 10:35am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/25
	[voice=Yoda]Beyond humble, Wilch is. [/voice] He should listen to Plort... and Z7. Great update. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria Rimstar-Cor "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi See my profile for links to this and my other fanfics
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/26 8:07am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/25
	Wilch’s meditation lasted a very long time. It took only moments to make peace with his decision to go apologize to Plort. After he had regained his focus he meant to go explain what he had in mind for a contingency plan, but the Force lost him in other musings. As he regained the here and now, he blinked twice trying to clear his vision. Looking forward to getting his conversation over with Plort, the comm chimed. His ideas had ground to a halt; a Master called him. He flipped on the view screen with a nudge from the Force. “Wilch, the Council needs you to mediate a dispute concerning the Trade Federation in the Commenor system. It seems the Federation is the one being swindled this time.” The other Jedi’s dark haired human face was schooled to passivity, but the strain of holding in his curiosity was apparent around his eyes. “Yes Master. Anything I should know about the situation?” “Only that Vesuun Y’to asked for you personally. Again.” The master’s face was still blatantly bland, attempting to hide his interest that someone from the Federation would ask for help from a Jedi repeatedly. “You should leave at your earliest convenience, before things get out of hand.” “I’m on my way.” “May the Force be with you, Knight Evlon.” The communication line was cut quickly. What was Vesuun up to now? It wasn’t that long ago that Wilch had gone out to help him elsewhere. Granted, it seemed Vesuun was a more honest and productive member of the Federation than most, and it was true that Wilch was starting to feel pleasure with interacting with him. But all this contact was puzzling. “If you’ll be leaving immediately master Evlon, here is your cloak. May I get you anything before you go?” Z7 was near the door, the robe in hand. “Zee, you’re awfully anxious for me to leave. Is there anything you want to tell me?” “Why, no, master Evlon. I’m just trying to make your existence as unencumbered as possible.” Wilch noted a little bit of discomfiture in the droid’s stance. “Yes, well, we shall talk again when I return. Don’t go anywhere, hmm?” He slipped the robe on, checked to make sure his lightsaber was clipped onto his belt, and went to the speeder garage to get transportation to a ship. **** Wilch’s favorite place wasn’t behind the helm of a starship, but he enjoyed it a great deal more than many Jedi. The Force was a mighty weapon for an individual, but it was a bulkier tool to use in space with the hand held controls of a spacecraft. There were mechanical imperfections that could crop up while relying primarily on machinery that made a Jedi’s instinctive predictions harder to use. As all Jedi, his piloting skills were improved many-fold by his command of the Force, and Wilch’s inherent dexterity helped him maneuver his ship better than the average Jedi. He didn’t like being stuffed into the one-man ships that most Jedi used, and due to his longstanding position within the Order, he was allowed to take one of the larger craft. The one he selected was a dull gray vessel, thirty meters across, practically a freighter with cargo room and spare sleeping quarters. It was “V” shaped, with the cockpit—a clear dome--resting above the primary hull, approximately in the middle of the ship. He bade a random astromech droid to follow him and it obediently rolled up the ramp and into the hull. He let the droid start up all the main ship functions while he quickly familiarized himself with the console layout. It didn’t take long for him to get the ship off the landing pad and into space, setting coordinates which aimed him to the Commenor system, just outside the inner rim. Feeling no hurry, he watched the hectic business of Coruscant zooming around him; large numbers of ships blasted off from the planet or nearby stations. Some were obviously in no hurry, but most jumped to hyperspace as quickly as possible. Hundreds of large ships of every shape jumped in to the sector every minute, quickly going about their business of trying to land and do whatever brought them to the Republic’s intensely populated capital. After watching the buzz of life around him, he sent the ship into hyperspace. As the ship raced towards the Commenor system, he sent a text only message to Vesuun letting him know he was on his way and sat back to read anything he could find on the contract between the two. After an hour of searching, he still couldn’t find any evidence of any dealings in that sector concerning the Trade Federation. Wilch was about to open a communication channel to Vesuun when his com system announced its own caller. He flipped it onto the view screen. The noseless, blue-gray scrunched up, wide-eyed face of Vesuun held a wide grin at him. “Sorry about the delay, I just got your message. By now you’re probably wondering what I got involved in, since there isn’t anything for you to mediate.” “The thought had crossed my mind, yes.” “Well, look, I’ll tell you all about it, but meet me at the coordinates I’m sending to your ship. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the rest of the Jedi don’t hear that there wasn’t anything to negotiate. I’ve got a contact here that I can give you the name of who’ll say you smoothed things out.” “I’m not in the habit of lying to the Council, Vesuun. What’s this about?” “I’ll explain everything, just get here as soon as you can.” Vesuun shut down the connection and Wilch leaned back in his control chair, and wondered just what in space the Federation was up to this time. -----signature----- "Preservation" My first Fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28371653/p1/?23 Check Talon Intelligence Squadron Book 2! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28489742/p1 Proud new Master to Aggie AND Danaan My wits are MIA!
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Alexis_Wingstar Title: PT Rewrite Contest Winner Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/26 8:15am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/26
	Hmm... intriguing. I can't wait to see what happens next. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria Rimstar-Cor "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi See my profile for links to this and my other fanfics
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