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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/26 4:57pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/26
	I think Wilch should be wary. This doesn't sound good or appropriate for a Jedi Knight to be doing. I wonder what's going on.... Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 7/22/08 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: 4/27 9:34am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/26 - Date Edited: 4/27 11:35am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Thanks for the kind words once again! The more I read this, the more I realize the first half of this story is....not very exciting. Bear with me! ____________________________________________________________________ Almost twelve hours later, the sublight engines cut in. Wilch gained his barings quickly, heading towards the only thing in wide-open space he could see: a white Trade Federation starship. The semi-circular hull enclosed the spherical main hull of the craft. Various antennae were arrayed about the bridge, near the middle of the C shaped enclosement. As Wilch flew closer to it, he saw that it wasn’t an ordinary Federation ship. It was much, much larger. Wings of a dozen “U” shaped droid fighters ran training patterns and held combat drills, all but ignoring the freighter that had flown into the middle of their exercises. He waited only seconds before the com system chimed in and gave him permission to land, a polite voice asking if he’d like a tow into the hangar bay. He declined, and moments after setting his ship lightly down, Vesuun was waiting alone for him near the hangar entrance, beyond the slew of smaller Federation craft. “Thank you for not turning around. I half suspected you would.” Wilch bowed slightly. “The thought never crossed my mind. You’ve been an honorable counterpart in our discussions, willing to negotiate fairly. I suppose you could say I trust you.” The Neimoidian bowed. His noseless gray face and expressive eyes both displayed an open welcome. “That was what I wanted to hear. I am honored. Come, let us go somewhere more comfortable. I assure you I’m not wasting your time.” They walked through the airlock and along a very relaxing stretch of hallway, carpeted very richly in a blue and red pattern. The lower half of the walls were lined with a material that looked like luxuriously pampered bantha hide, made soft by hours of labors. “Quite the ship you have here. Is this your charge?” Vesuun nodded. “The Federation put me in command of Jlangle w’om Mruat, yes. I had to call in a favor or two, though. So far, the ship has been worth it.” “Great Profits or Death? Even for a Trade Federation ship name, isn’t that a little extreme?” “The actual translation is something like ‘Profits that skyrocket or forfeit your soul’. The name is something I’m working on changing. Whether that will be worth it depends on some help from you, however.” Vesuun stopped and held out his very human-like hand, leading Wilch ahead of him into a large circular room containing an elegant transparent ellipse-shaped table and a dozen or so plush chairs, the head chair of which he pulled out for his guest. “Please, sit.” Evlon sat lightly in the seat, watching while his host went to a computer monitor and entered in some commands. A few tiny lights from the walls and ceiling flickered out. Vesuun punched a few more keys in, and contented with what he saw, sat down in the chair nearest to the Jedi. “I have disabled all the security systems, holo-recorders, and sound recording devices for this room. I don’t want any evidence of this conversation to remain. I trust almost all of my crew, but with this I don’t want to take any chances. Later I’ll have a technician I trust overlay some other voices and background noises in, so you can say whatever you wish to say without fear of being overheard.” Wilch raised one eyebrow, puzzled. “What’s this about then?” “I want to quit. I don’t want to be part of the Trade Federation any longer.” This certainly didn’t seem like something a Jedi would need to be involved in, though he could appreciate Vesuun’s caution. “Surely you could just leave your post and take a shuttle to the Republic core worlds. If there’s some fear that the Federation won’t let you go alive, you could always claim diplomatic sanctuary. Even the Federation shouldn’t be able to touch you then.” “It’s more than that. I want to take this ship with me.” Vesuun saw Wilch’s incredulous expression, his annoyance rising a little higher to the surface. “Not necessarily for myself. I don’t want the Republic to have it either. Profits know that they wouldn’t put it to any good use. I suspect they’d have the same trouble as I would, flying around the galaxy with a stolen capital ship, anyway. And the Federation, well, it’s even more important that they don’t have it. This is a battleship, Master Evlon. The standard Federation cruiser has a of couple dozen droid fighters on it. This one has almost three hundred, including the storage space and the parts to build fifty more fighters from scratch with many parts left over. There are more turbo lasers on this ship than a good-sized Republic Peace Force convoy combined. What’s worse is they’re starting to mass produce these things, and droid troops to go along with them.” Wilch leaned forward and put his chin in the crook of his thumb and forefinger. “Sounds like they’re planning an invasion.” “I thought the same thing. My orders have become strange, and the directives behind the commands seem more focused on scouting than profits.” Vesuun shook his head. “I’m all for making credits and knowing the financial weakness of the people I’ll deal with, but I have no desire for violence.” The Jedi explored the Nemoidian’s emotions quickly digging through his consciousness, trying to pick up any form of deceit. It was true he would scam his own mother out of a thousand credits, but he seemed to understand the value of life. “I see. So what would you do with the ship? Obviously the Trade Federation is not simply going to ignore the fact that someone stole it. And Federation ships are unique to the Federation itself. Cargo running would be a dangerous use of such an easily recognized design.” “I thought of that problem, and I confess I found no way around it. I was hoping you would have some idea for me to get around it.” “I do not, nor would I tell you even if I did. It is commendable that you want to prevent your people from having a weapon, but I’m not going to help you steal a vessel for your own use.” Wilch leaned back and let his conscious mind lightly touch the Force, allowing most of his attention to be focused on his conversation. As soon as he thought of it, the idea popped out of his mouth. “But if you are willing to hand the ship over to… the Jedi, perhaps that would fulfill both conditions. Then neither the Republic nor the Federation would have access to it, and I know the Jedi would use it for peaceful purposes.” Vesuun wasn’t pleased, but he looked thoughtful. “Would there be any kind of…financial benefit for me to give them the ship?” “That, I couldn’t say for sure. Possibly. But if you hear any news concerning what the Federation has in mind for, shall we say, future events that concerns the safety of the Republic or its people, I’m reasonably sure the Republic will pay well for the information.” The mal-contented captain again looked thoughtful for several minutes. “Then give me some time to consider your offer. Perhaps you could do some…quiet investigation to see what your government or your Council can do. I’m sure you understand that this is highly sensitive, and I want as few people knowing of my unhappiness as possible, including Jedi.” “I will see what I can do, but I make no promises. I can promise that the Federation will not learn of your discontent from me, or any of the people I tell.” “I knew I could count on you for that, Master Jedi. I have complete faith in you and despite our cultural differences, it is my hope that perhaps one day we can count each other friends.” Wilch raised a curious eyebrow, sensing only truth and respect from the other sentient. He was a very unusual person, for a Nemoidian. “You should know that I do not make attachments or friendships lightly, Vesuun.” His voice was steady, only stating facts. “It is possible for the future, however, especially if your intentions are as honorable as they seem.” Wilch could tell the Trade Federation captain was satisfied with his response. “Then I shall do my best to continue to earn your respect. That is all I wanted to discuss, so unless you have more questions for me, I should escort you back to your ship.” “Very well, lead on.” He came all this way to spend an hour talking with a defector, only to be sent home again? Well, he supposed it wasn’t quite as minor as his previous thought made it sound. They made polite small talk on the brief walk back to the hangar. Vesuun obviously was more focused on what had been said already to come up with any unique line of discussion. Wilch didn’t begrudge him that, for he knew the man had taken an immense risk to come forward with his information. With polite bows, they parted company. -----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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Space_Wolf Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 4/27 9:56am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/27
	Can't wait to see what happens next. Can you add me to your pm list? -----signature----- "The Invasive Species Specialist Group of the World Conservation Union lists 100 of the world's most invasive species. Tesco is not mentioned...yet." SWCC http://www.swcc.bravehost.com Stories in bio Emimar in disgiuse The fate of Norns awaits us all...
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/27 4:13pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/27
	Thanks for reading! Consider yourself added. Stay tuned for tomorrow's episode! -----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 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 4/27 9:13pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/27
	I always hated racial stereotyping, and SW is rife with it... though I love SW. Wierd, eh? Anyway, great update. I can't wait to see what happens next. This sounds like some sort of setup. -----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 Humble padawan to DarthIshtar
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/28 7:33am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/27
	Just over a standard day after he left, he returned to his small apartment. He hadn’t been gone long, so he wasn’t surprised to note that none of his plants needed water. Z7 was there to take his cloak only a few moments after arriving back home. “Matris came by, master Evlon, and you received a call from Qui-Gon Jinn. Neither expressed urgency.” “Busy day. Thank you, I’ll see what they want. I’ll let you know if I need anything.” The droid, knowing how focused his master was, said nothing and waddled back to his work area. While the Council must know he had returned already and be expecting his report, surely they wouldn’t begrudge him a call to a friend first. Besides, despite the hours spent on the flight back, he still needed more time to figure out what he was going to tell them. He punched in Qui-Gon’s comm command. “Master Qui-Gon, it’s Wilch Evlon.” Qui-Gon’s face looked a little more haggard than he remembered. The man was very close to his own age, near 45, but more gray streaks speckled his hair than the last time they had spoken. “I’m glad you’ve called. The Force has shown me your face in many of my meditations, mixed with some strong confusion. Is there anything I can do for you?” Only Qui-Gon would hear Wilch’s frustration through the Force so plainly and want to discover the source. Wilch couldn't help but smile. “I told you of my vision of the end of the Jedi, that’s hard enough to contemplate.” Qui-Gon had been strangely unmoved by the news, and had written the vision off when neither he nor Yoda sensed the same disaster. “Other than those horrible images, not really. Master Yoda keeps urging me to join the Council and become a Master.” “I don’t know why you won’t. I feel you would make a very successful Master. With such a position, you could do much good for the Order. Your ability to influence the Council would allow you to guide our path back to focus more wholly on what the Force stands for.” “You would have far more success than I, Qui-Gon, if you took that position.” The subtle barb was there, prodding Qui-Gon for not taking a more Council-friendly stance. And the mental wound left over from the heated conversation with Plort was still a bit tender, making Wilch answer less tactfully than he might have under normal circumstances. “Because they haven’t offered it to me. You know better than most why I do what I do, why I believe what I believe. The Council doesn’t think that my outlook is good for the Order, but if they offered me a place, I would take it in an instant.” “I share many of your values.” He said this in a matter-of-fact tone. Qui-Gon’s response was bordering exasperation. “But they know you are tempered through your intellect and you would be more focused than I on guiding the Council on the stagnant path of the Code. Unlike me. I would rather drag them where my vision of the Force leads. They are not ready for a misfit like me to be on their governing body. I’m pleased so rarely with the Council’s decisions that I think I could go mad from disappointment. That is why I would be glad to have a position where I could offer more suggestions and attempt to nudge them to the path I feel all Jedi should tread.” Wilch considered his friend’s words. “Qui-Gon, you know I respect your devotion to the Force. You have been an inspiration to me, and a friend. Your friendship is one of the very few things I need out of the universe. But you need to face the unfortunate fact that there are politics in the Council. One dissenting vote, no matter how well correlated by the Force, cannot change the minds of sentients whose minds are made up.” Qui-Gon recaptured his unflappable expression, his tone measured, logical, yet still passionate. “That’s where we disagree. If it is the will of the Force, then it shall come to pass regardless of what we try to do to change it. I sense that, on occasion, the Code is blocking the Force’s true path.” Almost the same words were said when Wilch told Qui-Gon of his vision. And this was the crux of the matter between them. The Force will do what it wishes, with or without Council approval, and it’s up to the Jedi Code to help guide them all on the correct path. Wilch felt that the Force should use its mysterious influence to supercede the Code. Qui-Gon believed with all his being that the Force must do as it wishes, the Jedi must follow that path, and damn the Code. “Your way is chaos, Qui-Gon.” Wilch said, irritated. “And strict adherence to the code is ignoring the will of the living Force!” His face was flushed, and his tone was frustrated. After all, this wasn’t the first time they’d had this discussion. This time however, they had grown more heated, more convinced that the other was wrong. “You should accept the position as Master, Wilch. You’re already acting like one of the Council puppets.” The tone of the acrid statement conveyed a heavy finality. “I see no need to argue this further.” More abruptly than the transmission began, it ended with seeming finality with the unrestrained, angry jabbing of a button. Wilch’s heart was sundered. He had hoped that for once, he might be able to talk some sense into Qui-Gon. To get the impression that their fragile friendship had ended in such a manner caused an ache in his soul. Despite four decades of locking away all the negative emotions that the Code warned against, bitter tears of sorrow and loss dripped off his human nose. He finally understood that Qui-Gon would never change his mind. In that single-mindedness, he would leave himself open to whatever whim the Force had in training this over-aged boy. And that boy would likely be the one who destroyed the entire Jedi Order. Hundreds of Jedi were doomed and the agony of their upcoming destruction was impossible to contemplate, as was the loss of the galaxy’s protectors. Yet the sorrow of a friendship lost overshadowed even that. -----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: 4/29 7:41am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/28
	Many hours later, Wilch regained enough control of his emotions to meditate. While in this contemplative state, visions of steps he could take flashed in his mind. Whether by his own mind or under the control of the Force, he didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was to save as much as he could. That long list included Jedi Holocrons, training materials, histories, and one longstanding friendship. While he was deep in his trance, despite the pain from Qui-Gon’s words, he knew his friend had been right. He should have listened to those who counseled him to accept Mastery. Some problems could have been solved. In refusing to serve in a higher capacity, he felt he had partially failed as a Jedi. But by taking these next steps and doing what he felt was right, there was a possibility of some atonement. _______________________________________________________ He gathered everything he was going to need. Zee would remain behind to watch over his beloved plants, since he could come up with no feasible way of bringing them all with him. Quickly he drafted a resignation letter to the Jedi, and a letter to Yoda explaining part of his reasoning. As Wilch flourished his cloak over his shoulders and keyed the door open to leave, he met his first stumbling block. “Matris!” He exclaimed, nearly running her over in his preoccupied haste. She was a very tall human woman, able to meet him eye to eye. Her long, braided brown hair was prematurely sprinkled with flecks of silver here and there. At least four years his junior, her face was only now showing lines of age, which only added to her dignified beauty. Matris was his next-door neighbor; one who had always treated him with fondness and respect, yet she was still someone who Wilch never considered in his haste to leave. “Headed off on another important Jedi mission are ye?” Despite having been to hundreds of civilized worlds, he still couldn’t place the origin of her oddly accented Basic. “Something like that. I’m…likely to be gone a very long time.” “And were ye gonna say goodbye to me?” How did you politely say, ‘you never crossed my mind’? Wilch sensed a storm coming from her, so he diplomatically said nothing. The storm Wilch sensed and the expression on her face were in complete agreement. Her face flushed red, yet he sensed little anger, only humiliation and trepidation. That was why he was surprised when she poked him right in his sternum with her first finger and took an exasperated voice. “Ye never think about me. Despite all the times I’ve tried to convince ye that I care about ye, I’m still not even a blip on yer scanners. Well listen up, bucko. I don’t care about yer silly Jedi code or yer duty to the rest of the galaxy. I’ve begged you to take me on one of yer missions just to get out of me stuffy apartment. I love ye, ye blasted idiot. I’ve been trying to tell ye that for ten years and I’m done being passive about it.” They had spent a fair amount of time together over the last ten years, but how could she suddenly announce she loved him? Objections came and died on his lips as he thought back to how he could have mistakenly led her on. After almost a minute of thought, he couldn’t recall any examples. But he remembered back to her attitudes towards him, and the blatant number of times she had gone ridiculously out of her way to interact with him. He was always glad to have her company, but it was as she said—-she never was a blip on his scanner. How could he be so wrapped up in himself or the Force that he never noticed that before? What was surprising him is that he didn’t reject her automatically. Attachments were not the Jedi way, and intimate relationships were supposed to be a doorway to the Dark side. Three hours ago he would have done his Jedi duty and steered her clear. Her expression lost all sense of patience and she poked him again. “And don’t give me that ‘Jedi don’t make attachments’ garbage. I’ve seen Jedi couples slinking around, pretending no one knows what they’re really up to. I’m not asking ye to marry me or give up any of yer precious ideals.” Her blue eyes were intense and strangely alluring, which was startling, considering Wilch had probably never looked so deeply into them before. “Just take me as a traveling companion. If ye don’t enjoy me company, I’ll pay for me own shuttle home.” The loneliness he felt after his argument with Qui-Gon worked in her favor. His resolve was buckling like a fragile Nubian fighter under concentrated fire. “There is a very likely chance I won’t make it back from this one, Matris,” he warned seriously. Her glare took on an even more stubborn edge. “I don’t care.” She punctuated every word with more poking. “Ow!” His surprise was in the open for the universe to see. After another moment’s contemplation during which time he rubbed his sore chest, he relented. “Okay! Okay, okay, okay! You can come, on two conditions. One: If you come back without me, you must swear to secrecy as to what you’ve seen and where we’ve been.” “I expected as much. And the other?” “Pack some clothes and meet me at your ship.” “My ship?” Wilch nodded. “That’s the other condition I’m charging for bringing you along. If you so desire, you’ll be free to leave with it once I find a ship of my own.” Wilch was proud of himself for coming up with that idea on the spot. If he had to steal a Republic ship, he was likely to have at least a small bounty put on his head and he didn’t want anybody to have any reason to try and find him. And he knew Matris’ story. She was the daughter of a well-respected administrator in the Correlian Engineering Corporation. If he remembered correctly, she was even a test pilot with them for a short time. Knowing she enjoyed flying and tinkering with starships, Wilch knew she would have a ship of her own. “I can be packed in two minutes, can’t ye wait that long?” “I could. But I have something to do by myself.” A look he was beginning to dread seeing in her eye caused him to put up a hand, forestalling any more objections. Or pokes. “Here, take this.” He dropped his shoulder pack of clothing and miscellaneous important posessions into her hands. “I swear on my honor as a Jedi that I will meet you at your ship, but I need several hours. It’s still in the southern apartment hangar?” With her nodded confirmation, he smiled. “Good. Thank you. You and I will have a long conversation soon.” Wilch gave her a warm smile and put a hand on Matris’ shoulder, easing her out of the doorway. “For what it’s worth, you’ve improved my day greatly.” He strode swiftly past her exasperated expression with a wry grin of his own. -----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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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 4/29 8:45am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	Interesting. He's leaving everything behind because of what he'd seen. At least he got out before the end came. Taking along a companion might work but she'll expect things from him. Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 7/22/08 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: 4/30 7:51am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29 - Date Edited: 4/30 9:04am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Thanks for your compliments again, Diane! It was recommended that I don't post every day so as not to overwhelm the reader. Therefore I'm going to update every other day. You can of course, beg me to post daily. Or bribes, they work too. But when someone who's been here a while suggests something, it's probably in your best interest to heed their words. So, thanks for all who read this silly little thing I pretend to call a story. I should have an update tomorrow. -----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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Space_Wolf Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 4/30 8:06am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	I was wondering about that, Perigrine. If you were going to post everyday, then there's be no need to send pms. And if you leave longer breaks between updates, it gives you more time to solve pesky writer's block when it strikes. -----signature----- "The Invasive Species Specialist Group of the World Conservation Union lists 100 of the world's most invasive species. Tesco is not mentioned...yet." SWCC http://www.swcc.bravehost.com Stories in bio Emimar in disgiuse The fate of Norns awaits us all...
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/1 10:19am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	Aye Wolf, you're right. However, it seems like my problem is more like writers diarrhea--can't wait to get it all out. ANYWAY, now that I'm done with THAT particularly gross line of thought. I'm planning on posting on this again tomorrow. Thanks very much for reading and keep that constructive criticism comin! -----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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Space_Wolf Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 5/1 11:54am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	I've not done any writing for ages and I started this new story on Sunday and I've been adding more to it everyday since. I'm going to wait to post it, though, because if I start it now, it'll probably end up half-finished, which I'm trying not to do anymore. But it's good to see that my muse is still there. I'd thought it had gone for good. -----signature----- "The Invasive Species Specialist Group of the World Conservation Union lists 100 of the world's most invasive species. Tesco is not mentioned...yet." SWCC http://www.swcc.bravehost.com Stories in bio Emimar in disgiuse The fate of Norns awaits us all...
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Who Runs w/ Scissors Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/1 12:10pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	I've just started reading this and I discovered I've gotten myself a very talented Padawan! I'll get caught up, but I just wanted to say -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. I'm a Nana. 6 lbs. 9 oz. 18 1/2 inches long - Baby Vader
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/1 4:14pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	Thank you Master Vader. I shall do my best to live up to your expectations! Wolf: Yeah, writer's block is a disease I hope someday they'll be able to cure. When it's struck me, I rarely can start writing again, but it can happen with enough focus! Keep on writing and let me know when you post it! I'd like to read it! -----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: 5/2 7:38am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 4/29
	It took him the several hours he asked Matris for and more before he even found Plort. Wilch considered himself lucky that the Ithorian was in his quarters meditating and not in the training yard sparring with Master Windu again. It was still odd to find Plort’s quarters decorated in much the same style as Wilch’s own, though the combination of Jedi and Ithorian culture sets individually were enough to make it a real possibility. “Wilch!” The human smiled. “Hello, old friend.” “Listen, I really should apologize for the way I acted earlier.” “No, I’m the one who was wrong. These visions are enough to drive me insane and I’m taking it out on the people who deserve it the least.” Wilch gently pushed the rest of the way into Plort’s apartment and closed the door behind him. “I spoke to Qui-Gon earlier today.” It was hard to shield his emotions, especially from someone with the depth of his mental connection he shared with Plort. It was pretty apparent he hadn’t shielded enough though, from the sharp pang of regret and pain that that stabbed his chest. “Was it that bad?” The dually modulated voices from both Ithorian’s mouths made for a strangely comforting tone. The knot inside his throat prevented him from speaking, so he simply nodded. After a moment he regained control. “After our discussion, I’m more sure than ever that something terrible is going to happen. Which is really unfortunate because I came to two other realizations. “I want to be a Jedi Master. I want to teach young Force sensitives and guide their minds along the path to becoming a Jedi—to follow the Code and to learn to use the Force for the good of all.” He made the statement proudly while still not regretting his earlier decision of refusal. He felt waves of pleasure as they radiated from the younger Ithorian, despite knowing Wilch’s conflicting emotions. “That’s the most sense you’ve talked in months. I’m proud of you!” The human nodded. “What makes it hard is that I won’t be able to obtain Masterhood. I’m leaving.” “Leaving?” the Ithorian exclaimed, his puzzlement obvious. Wilch nodded again. “I’m afraid I’m pulling a Qui-Gon. I’m trusting the Force’s visions to play out exactly as they’re shown to me; if they do, the Jedi are headed for disaster. That means I need to do whatever I can to safeguard our order.” “And if the visions aren’t correct?” He shrugged. “Going into seclusion and giving up my Masterhood is a small price to pay for the chance to keep our knowledge and secrets safe. My departure shouldn’t hurt any people in a damaging way.” “Well you’re not going alone.” The Ithorian put his too-large hand on Wilch’s shoulder, encompassing a fair portion of his upper arm as well. “You’ve talked about leaving the Order before, and I always told you I wanted to go where you go.” “I know. I would welcome your company,” he started, wanting to put his own hand on Plort’s very tall shoulder in return. Doing so would look ridiculous, so he settled for resting his palm on the Ithorian’s elbow. “But I didn’t want to pressure you into coming. This is my burden to bear. You are a great Jedi and I hate to take your service away from them, especially if this turns out to be some sort of wild bantha chase.” Plort scoffed. “Bah, I’m no diplomat. They rarely need someone like me.” He patted his lightsabers appreciatively. He had no less than three of them hanging on his belt. “Well, if you’re sure, grab some clothes and some empty data cubes. I want to store as much Jedi knowledge as we can.” Seeing his friend was already ready to leave, with a clothes bag in one hand and his lightsaber construction kit over one shoulder, Wilch smiled. “Let’s go.” In moments they were in the Jedi Archives. Plort followed the unsaid instructions and, using a couple different terminals for added speed, he started copying files relating to the Order, from its training procedures to histories of Jedi accomplishments and descriptions and knowledge of Jedi powers, everything he could think of. “This is going to take a while,” Plort commented. “There’s a stack of empty data cubes, use them if you need to,” Wilch said, pointing in one corner of the huge room. Bright lights and pleasant frescoes helped brighten up the room. Various species of sentients bustled around, making sure everybody’s research needs were being met. “I have one last thing to do.” The Ithorian’s eyes blinked in surprise. He had the vague sense of Wilch doing something that might endanger a quiet escape, but the implicit trust between them made it unnecessary for a debate. “Be careful,” was all Plort said. -----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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