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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 5/2 8:49am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/2 - Date Edited: 5/2 9:01am (1 edits total) Edited By: Alexis_Wingstar
	I don't know why, but the last update made me laugh. Why do I have the feeling his new companion will either drive him mad or bring him peace? EDIT: oops, i just discovered the post I thought was your last wasn't. -----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 "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar Failed member of CA (Challengeholics Anonymous)
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/5 7:33am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/2
	Wilch stretched out his feelings, trying to sense if Yoda was in his quarters. Upon realization that he wasn’t, the human went on in. As always, the Master’s door was unlocked. The flimsplast of fond farewell he had written for Yoda, he set on the small bed. Slowly he slid off his robe and hesitated before dropping that neatly next to the letter. He stared at the robe for a goodly amount of time. It was much harder to leave behind than he thought it would be. Memories of when he first earned the right to be called a Jedi and wear the robe were sweet, and without a doubt the proudest moment of his forty three year life. He chided himself for his emotions and nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice from behind spoke. “Take that with you, you should.” Heart pounding in surprise, Wilch turned to see Yoda, leaning heavily on his short cane. “You know?” Slowly, the green head dipped a nod. “Agree with your actions I do not. The Order and yourself you are harming in your departure.” “I know.” He knelt a respectful distance away so he could look in Yoda’s eyes. He meant no condescension by kneeling; Wilch felt that this conversation should be made eye to eye. “But if I’m right, I could be the only one who saves the knowledge of the Jedi for future generations. Even if the chance of my vision coming true is miniscule, it’s one I’m willing to take.” For almost a minute, Yoda said nothing as he contemplated Wilch’s words. It was only during the last twenty seconds or so that Wilch realized Yoda might not let him go. That worry caused a single bead of sweat to roll down his back, for he knew Yoda could easily prevent him from leaving. Finally Yoda broke his silence. “A Jedi always will you be. Go with the Force, and beware the Dark side.” Wilch cut off his sigh of relief before it could sneak out. He stood and bowed deeply. “May the Force be with you always, Master Yoda.” He felt naked without his robe on. His dark civilian jumpsuit would fit in anywhere there were other humans, but he had lived in the Jedi tunic for forty years. It was going to be hard not being recognized as a Jedi everywhere he went, but anonymity was going to be his cloak now. As he made it back to the archives, Plort was lounging in one of the archivists’ chairs. There was more data there than Wilch had expected, so the Ithorian had commandeered another bag for all the data cubes he was collecting. With an inquisitive eye as Wilch shouldered the pack, he asked, “Everything all right?” Wilch nodded. “I think Yoda is disappointed in me.” With a jesting slap on the back, Plort’s two mouths grinned. “Well, there’s a first time for everything. Where are we headed?” _________________________ Matris’ relief at seeing Wilch in the hangar bay was painfully evident without any Force powers. Plort’s surprise was equally evident. “We’re taking her with us?” he asked, at the same time Matris exclaimed “We’re taking him with us?” Wilch herded them towards the transport. The twin-mandibled vessel sparkled like only a brand-new, expertly maintained ship could. Obviously Corellian in design, the cockpit was a somewhat elliptical sphere, attached to the starboard side of the ship, near the middle of the hull. A sensor dish poked out above the port side upper hull. Must be the new YT-1300 model, Wilch thought to himself. “Yes. You wouldn’t take no for an answer,” he said in a mock disgusting voice. It was clear he was speaking about both of them. With almost rudely probing gazes, they sized each other up. Plort was the first to smile, followed closely by Matris, who nodded. She wasn’t entirely pleased, but she accepted the Ithorian’s presence. “Fine.” Matris lead them through the corridors and up the short ramp to the cockpit. Since she had had a long time to stew and wonder whether Wilch was going to come or not, all the ship’s systems were warmed up and ready to go. “Where to?” “Mind if I fly for a few minutes?” he asked as he buckled himself into the co-pilot’s chair. “I just want to do one thing first and then you can take us wherever you want.” Matris grumbled, but allowed him to steer, once she had them clear of the apartment landing bay. It only took them a few moments to approach the five spires of the Jedi Temple; the four pillars stood guard around the central chambers. It was an awesome sight that he hoped had been burned into his memory forever. The best and worst times of his life had been directly connected to the Temple. Now he was off on an entirely different direction, fleeing with the Jedi’s knowledge, hoping against the terrible visions of the future. “Okay,” he croaked. “Let’s go.” As Matris took the ship out of the atmosphere, he couldn’t help but realize the Jedi would be safe as long as their knowledge was available to the galaxy. While that thought wasn’t enough to fully soothe the sensation that he was running from imaginary monsters, it gave him his peace back and gave him direction. He finally knew that he was doing what the Force wanted him to. Where he ended up next would be in the Force’s hands, and that was all right by him. -----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&
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/5 9:50am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/5
	Sorry I missed the last post. I loved that thought that he was pulling a Qui-Gon. LOL. Very funny to use it that way. This post was sweet but rather sad. After all, Master Yoda didn't want him to go but it's a good thing he did. Yoda was wrong, so very wrong. I liked that the two, Matris and Plort, wre surprised that the other was coming. Good job! -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/6 7:50am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/5
	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. I can't wait to see what happens next! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/6 12:18pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/5
	Thanks for the kind words again, ladies! As always, they're appreciated greatly. This was the end of part one. Part two is complete so starting later this week I'll release the first section of that. Life for Wilch and all his friends is about to get a lot more interesting! -----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&
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/8 7:57am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/5
	Here we go: The second half of my first fic. It's got more of the good stuff! Preservation: Part Two “Where in space are we?” Wilch asked, his voice strangely croaky from not being used. He had immediately dropped into a meditative trance after the Temple fly-by. He had no idea how long he had been out of the loop. “This is great, Wilch! Look! She brought us to Ithor.” Plort was almost childishly excited. “I haven’t been home since the Jedi drafted me.” “What, eight thousand years ago?” Matris’ teasing voice was a constant. Her tongue could be rather pointed. As sharp as it sometimes was though, people who knew her well understood the bitterness she expelled wasn’t her true personality. Plort was in too good of a mood to retort back in similar fashion. “There’s one of the city-ships!” The pointing finger was aimed at an immense oval disc inside the planet’s atmosphere, near the equator. The structure was heavily laidened with buildings, corporate and residential. Thoroughly interspaced were innumerable trees and other plants, giving the clear-domed city an almost park-like feel. Repulsorlifts kept the city far aloft, preventing the tens of millions of beings who lived on it from interfering with the Holy jungle of Ithor’s surface. “I don’t even remember how many herd-ships there are… Seven maybe?” In all his excitement, he had a hard time staying on one topic. “Nobody but the priesthood and their special guests are allowed on the surface,” Plort explained. “Almost the entire planet is one huge jungle, un-altered by sentients as nearly as possible. My people refer to it as the Mother Jungle, and treat it with the utmost respect. The penalties for interacting with any native life on the surface are very strict, but Ithorians are so life-oriented that it’s extremely unusual for one of my people to interfere.” Plort’s wide-eyed excitement was infectious. The planet beneath the city-ships looked lush—there were no discernable spaceports or cities. Only the dark green hue of thriving plant life, the bluish tinge of oceans, outlines of rivers, and occasional mountain range could be seen. Wilch knew there were a few settlements on the surface, but they were very small. The power that Matris’ ship produced was probably enough to light the largest village on Ithor. “Ye looked like ye could use some peace,” Matris told Wilch. “A more peaceful place I couldn’t come up with on short notice.” “This is great, Matris, thank you.” Wilch meant it, too. He knew they couldn’t stay here long, but with the drastic changes he was going through, Ithor was probably the best destination he could think of to regain his focus. He gave Matris his best smile and pat her shoulder awkwardly. He felt foolish for such a silly-feeling gesture, but apparently it was the right thing to do. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure. The comm crackled to life with the deep twin-bass of a calm Ithorian voice. “Unidentified freighter, what is your destination?” Plort raised a curious eyebrow at Matris, who waved her arm in a ‘by all means’ manner. “Control, we’d like to land on one of your garden cities, if that’s possible.” The other Ithorian seemed surprised to hear a native voice. “I will consider it if you would kindly activate your ship’s transponder and list any cargo you might have.” “Whoops, sorry!” Matris quickly punched in a few keys on her controls. “I don’t want me family’s reputation to proceed me, so I hide me personal details when I can,” she explained. “My registry should be active now, and we have no cargo to declare.” “Confirmed. Stand by, Corellian Fire.” Wilch eyed the other human with mild suspicion. “Matris, you’re not a smuggler are you?” “Of course not!” she snapped. “I just don’t want to be chased by me millions of fans.” “Right,” he answered, drawing the word out. He was spared hearing her retort when the spacelane control operator commed them back. “Corellian Fire, you have permission to land on the Herdship Paradise. Please register with customs on your way in. Coordinates to your landing pad are being sent now.” “Confirmed, control. Receiving them now, thanks.” “Enjoy your stay. Control out.” **** Registering with customs was quick and seemingly expedited with Plort’s presence. The hardest thing about any of the trip so far was convincing the Ithorian to leave his lightsabers behind. The only reason he hadn’t brought one despite all the arguments about staying anonymous was Wilch’s final argument. “It’s not like we’re going to be attacked on one of the most peaceful planets in the galaxy!” Despite Plort’s skepticism, that seemed to be enough. As they walked down the well-maintained sidewalk, they passed many restaurants and grocery stores, promoting healthy vegetarian foods. A huge majority of Ithorians didn’t eat meat, it seemed, but with the number of visitors who came to Ithor, off-worlders had set up their own eating establishments that served popular dishes for almost all species. Knowing the human palate and the local delicacies, Plort brought them into a well established eatery and ordered three skewers of crunchy, well seasoned vegetables. Even though the servings weren’t terribly big, they were very satisfying. Despite the oddness of the vegetable colors, Wilch enjoyed them very much, especially the spherical pink fruit that was both sweet and spicy. As if influenced by a mighty gravitational pull, Wilch was pulled into the first gardening store they passed. Seeds, seedlings, trees, soil and beneficial insects and small mammals; the shop had it all. Within seconds of entering, the two Jedi were discussing how best to liven up the entertainment section of the ship. Matris’ verbal explosion ended that debate with a fierceness that almost got them thrown out of the shop. “There is no way I’m letting ye turn me ship into a giant garden! If ye insist on trying to do that anyway, I’m dumping ye two right here!” “But this little fellow here,” Wilch said, letting his hand lovingly caress the pot of a plant whose vines wandered aimlessly around the building’s interior, mostly near the ceiling. Holes allowed the plant to sneak into walled off sections, and it wasn’t very clear if the holes were made by the store’s owners, or caused by the plant itself. ”NO!” Hurried by the baleful stare of the proprietor and the disgusted faces of the Ithorian shoppers, the trio left with haste. An hour or so of walking later they reached the first garden zone, the entrance of which had a map describing the theme of this garden. The text was written in Basic, Ithorian, and a few other languages. Wilch didn’t understand the reference to the individual leaders responsible for planting this particular space, but he noted with interest that this was one of the smallest gardens on the Herdship. It was still quite large, taking up a couple hundred square kilometers. Plort was enthralled by the dedication plaque and headed further into the garden. Seeing their friend wander off, the two humans hurried to catch up. When they reached one of the larger trees with red-hued bark, the Ithorian stopped to caress it. He met Wilch’s eyes and looked up. The two of them nodded and after quick glance around to make sure there was nobody else nearby, they leapt. The nearest branches of the tree were a good twenty meters up, but Plort made it with dozens of centimeters to spare. Wilch had to grab hold of a branch with his arms and haul his body the rest of the way up. “Bloody Jedi!” Matris whispered disgustedly from far below. Her indignant voice took on a near-panic squeak when Plort enveloped her in the Force and gently placed her next to them in the tree. Torn between queasiness and outrage, she sputtered impotently. The two males ignored her and sat down, letting themselves get comfortable. Plort dropped immediately into the Force. “What in space am I supposed to do up here?” she demanded. “Meditate,” Wilch answered right away. “Close your eyes and focus on the blankness of your mind.” Surprisingly, she had sat down as well. She rested her back against the trunk of the tree for more stability and closed her eyes. “I feel ridiculous.” “Don’t feel. Try to turn off your mind. Just listen to the wind in the trees and the birds chirping. Feel your body breathing; focus on that.” Wilch sensed her trying, that was enough for him. He sank himself into a meditative trance and let the sounds of the forest carry him away. -----signature----- TIS Rules. 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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/9 7:12pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/8
	This was a good place for them to go in order to get a sense of balance before they went off on their adventure. I liked the descriptions of the world. Very peaceful and I'd love to visit it sometime. LOL on the pilot not wanting all those plants on her ship. Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 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: 5/10 11:50am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/8
	Thanks Diane I don't blame Matris for not wanting that one particular plant on board. I'm pretty sure the plant made the holes. The idea of getting my ship hulled by greenery doesn't appeal to me either. -----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&
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/12 8:06am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/8
	Over two hours later, he came back to his bodily senses. The garden changed as the sun dropped away leaving the darkness of night on the floating city. The faint light from three moons gave off enough illumination so that he could see his companions relatively easily. As he often did when he was most intensely focused in his meditations, Plort was hovering slightly over the branch. To Wilch’s intense surprise, so was Matris. Somehow she had floated half a meter away from the tree. It was a good ten meter drop that would do serious harm if she fell now. Wilch knew he didn’t have the telekinetic strength to slow her fall enough to prevent injury. Plort did, but the odds were that he was the one levitating her and by disturbing the Ithorian, Wilch would probably cause her to fall. Wilch let the Force flow into him, feeling the strain as he tried to put more focus into it, preparing to give all his will towards moving Matris. As gently as he could, he wrapped it around her and tried to move her back towards the tree. It was easier for him to manipulate her body as long as it was being levitated on its own. But, as soon as she started moving, the Force bubble surrounding her popped. Matris cried out in sudden fear and Wilch grasped her more fully, using all of his might to try and heave her back towards the tree. He simply didn’t have enough strength. She was lifted and almost made it to the branch. In desperation she reached out and grabbed the tree, but she wasn’t close enough to get a good hold. She hung by her fingertips for a second, and then her grip gave way. Next to him, there was a rustling scramble and the crunching of bark as it was ripped off of the branch, but he didn’t have the time to worry about Plort—he could take care of himself. Wilch tried his best to slow her fall but he couldn’t control her. Her body twisted instinctively but it was the wrong thing to do. She was now angled downward, face-first, her eyes opened wide and her arms outstretched to break her fall and protect her head. His stomach jolted and his blood rushed through his veins as adrenalin was pumped in. He watched in horror as his friend raced towards the ground. One last attempt to stop her momentum with the Force was insignificant enough to slow her much. With her hands a bare two centimeters above the ground, she stopped suddenly. Wilch looked over at Plort, only to find he wasn’t sitting on the branch either. He was clinging to the tree with one hand, the other outstretched and aimed at Matris. The intense concentration on his face was unmistakable. The Ithorian rotated her body so that she could land on her feet and let her drop the last little bit. Her legs, rubbery with fear gave way completely and she sat heavily onto the ground, eyes as wide as they could be, mouth puckered into a surprised “o”. Plort lightly dropped to the ground after her, letting the Force slow him down enough to land gracefully. Wilch did the same, though with less fluidity. He had to tuck into a roll once he contacted the ground to take the strain off his body. The two Jedi looked at her, concern on their faces. Nobody spoke for long moments, until Wilch broke the silence. “Are you all right?” She didn’t look at either of them. The terror had left her features to a small degree, but she let out a very soft, high-pitched “aaaaaah!” as though she were still falling. My sentiments exactly, Wilch thought to himself as he put his arm around her shoulders. He looked at Plort questioningly, the unsaid question obvious to his companion. The shrug of the thick shoulders and puzzled expression was the answer he’d half expected. Wilch shook her gently. “Matris? Are you…?” “I think I’d like to go back to the ship now,” she interrupted, voice still an octave higher than usual. She shrugged off his arm and tried to climb up on unsteady legs. The two Jedi would have liked to stay, but under the circumstances, they agreed. They caught a hover taxi to the landing pad and filed into the Corellian Fire. Two questions echoed through Wilch’s mind incessantly the whole trip back. As soon as they were sitting around the factory-installed dejarik board, he voiced one. “Plort, did you do that?” The Ithorian was helping himself to a couple of small glasses of Corellian liquor. He sat on the other side of Matris, sliding one of the glasses in front of her. She had regained enough control to nod thankfully and down hers. Before Plort could have so much as a swig of his, she grabbed that one too. His face showed that he was slightly disappointed by her theft. “I don’t know. It’s possible I suppose, but I sure wasn’t aware of doing it.” Matris squirmed in her seat, as if she wanted to get up and get another drink. Her second glass was empty. Wilch almost got up to get her the rest of the bottle, but thought better of it. “I’ve never affected anybody else unintentionally during my meditation before.” He was looking at the woman questioningly. That lead Wilch to the question he didn’t really want to ask. “Matris, are you Force Sensitive?” She did scramble out of her seat then, practically over the two Jedi, squeezing past Wilch on her way to the bottle. As she filled and drained her third glass, she regarded them with slightly unfocused eyes. “I was very young when they came,” Matris said finally as she filled her glass again. “Three, maybe four.” She shot that one back as well. “Daddy was very angry. He told them they couldn’t have me, too.” The two Jedi exchanged surprised glances. “He said he was proud of his little Jedi—my brother, but Daddy said that his offspring weren’t for the Order to take whenever they wanted. He refused to hand me over. As you know, the Order doesn’t usually take no for an answer.” The splash of liquid said she got some more liquor into her glass, but not all of it. “He said my Midichlorian reading was moderate, that I would be a Jedi of fair strength. He wasn’t impressed by my potential, I was sure of that, but I didn’t know what that meant and I was very frightened. The Master who came for me saw that and took pity on my father and I. My father was a very high level administrator in the Corellian Engineering Corporation, so he offered the Jedi a gift in exchange for not taking me, a starship of his choice. He thanked us, took the ship, and we never heard from the Order again.” The puzzled expression remained on both male’s faces. A Jedi taking a bribe? That was unheard of. “Do you remember who the Jedi was who came for you?” The fifth glass went down with a gulp. “His name was Dooku.” That answered a part of the mystery, as Count Dooku had always been a strange Jedi. Qui Gon’s master had left the Order under unknown circumstances not so long ago. As far as they knew, the man had all but disappeared. Wilch shook his head in exasperation. A Force Sensitive had lived next to him for a decade and he hadn’t even known. Was he really as withdrawn from the galaxy as much it seemed like he was? Now that he had left the Order, he realized he needed to do something besides meditate. He needed to be a more active part of life—to do his best to bring a little more light to the dark corners of the universe. A stray thought passed through his mind and he stood, heading towards the cockpit. Why Wilch suddenly thought about Vesuun, he didn’t know, but he felt sure it wasn’t a coincidence. “Where are you going?” Plort asked as Wilch walked behind Matris’ unsteady back as she poured herself another drink. Sixth? Seventh? He had lost count. “I have to send a message.” Before Plort could ask his next question, the sound of a glass bouncing off the deck plates echoed through the cabin followed shortly by the thunk of Matris’ body as she passed out. He used the Force to double check her health level and was satisfied it was a passing inebriation. Knowing he could do nothing to help, and that his friend would look after her, Wilch continued on. -----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&
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/13 8:24am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/12
	I really like the characters you've created here. The storyline is interesting and complex, though not confusing! Great work! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/13 9:13am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/12
	That was cool that Matris was a potential Jedi but that her father woulnd't let her go. I wonder if she'll be learning more about the Force if she's going to be hanging around Jedi. Plus the plot deepens with the thought of Dooku trying to take her and giving up after a bribe. Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 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: 5/14 7:59am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/12
	VaderLVR: Thanks! I always worry that my stories are too simple with not enough going on to keep the reader entertained. One of these days I'll have to write a real serious action piece. DianeTHX: How can you help but learn more about the Force if you're hanging out with Jedi? Even former Jedi. Wilch may have thought he was leaving the Temple behind, but in time, he's going to have a lot of friends following behind. Thanks for being my loyal readers! -----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&
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/15 8:13am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/12
	Here's the next chapter in the mildly exciting tale of Wilch Evlon and his pals! ________________________________________________________ Wilch sent Vesuun a text only message, politely inquiring about his health, with the Corellian Fire’s comm ID tagged as the sender. As he watched the peaceful breeze blowing the small foliage around the landing pad, Wilch wrestled with himself. Not so much in worry about the Nemoidian, but in definite concern as to what he should do about Matris. She had the ability to use the Force, therefore the Code highly suggested she should be trained. But his echoing thought was hard to ignore. How can I offer to train her when I’m so dead set against Qui-Gon taking a slightly older student? His mind thought itself into circles for a while before Plort sat down in the pilot’s seat next to him. Wilch briefly outlined his worries. “Irony can be pretty ironic sometimes,” the Ithorian answered in a jesting stereo. “That hardly helps me now.” “Look old friend, just because we’re not a part of the Order any more doesn’t mean we’re immune to the Code. But on the other side of the token, that doesn’t mean we can’t bend the rules since there’s nobody to say otherwise.” Wilch’s face mirrored his frustration, giving only a passing glance of surprise as Plort suggested he wasn’t going to remain a part of the order as well. “But my vision…” “If we look at it logically, the man in your vision must be immensely powerful, otherwise how would he expect to bring down the entire Order?” Plort pointed towards Matris’ room as she snored on. “Dooku wouldn’t have let her go if she had anything more to offer than a low middling talent.” “I don’t like classifying someone’s use by the amount of Force they can handle.” The Ithorian’s expression seemed to agree, especially since lack of ability would trivialize Wilch’s own worth as a Jedi. “But really, all this is conjecture. We’re not teaching her anything if she doesn’t want to learn. The choice must be hers.” Plort nodded. “Agreed.” At that moment, the comm signal chimed an incoming text message. “It’s Vesuun,” Wilch said. “That crazy Nemoidian?” “Coming from the crazy Ithorian, that means a lot,” Wilch teased. “But yes, him.” He frowned as his fingers played across the keypad, trying to bring up the message. “Strange, he’s never encoded his messages so heavily before. Something must be wrong.” After spending a minute trying to decipher the message, he had only made a bit of headway. Knowing his friend’s slicing talents were miniscule at best, he gave Plort something to do so Wilch wouldn’t have any distractions. “Go check on Matris, I’m going to prep the ship for launch.” He glanced over and saw Plort’s unasked question. “I’m going to head for his last known position. I’m hoping I can figure this code out, but if I can’t, maybe Matris will be able to. When she can think straight again.” The Ithorian’s grin was very wry. “Right.” As the engines began their warmup sequence and Plort’s tall frame smoothly walked out of the cockpit, Wilch touched the Force, trying to locate the Nemoidian or his ship. When that failed, he turned further inward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the future or any indication of where he should be going. The first place that sprang to mind was Dantooine. Great. Of course Dantooine is in the opposite direction from the Commenor system. After ten minutes more of trying to crack the code, he hadn’t made any progress. By the time the Corellian Fire was racing out of Ithor’s gravity well, he still didn’t know which way to turn. Given that Matris was likely to be out of action for at least a few more hours, he decided to head to the closest one: Dantooine. *** He still hadn’t broken the code by the time they arrived in the Dantooine sector. Fortunately, the sensor package on the Corellian Fire was better than average, Wilch noted as he came out of hyperspace and started scanning. A few million klicks away there was some sort of debris. Closer inspection revealed that it was the wreckage of half a dozen droid-controlled snubfighters, similar to the ones he had seen when he had met Vesuun last. It was pretty apparent that blasters or turbolasers had done those vessels in. “I have a bad feeling about this,” he murmured. “There’s nothing here that says those hulks have to be from Vesuun’s ship.” “Point. I’ll try to stay more positive.” He ran his eyes over the scanners again, looking for anything else. “There,” Wilch said, pointing through the cockpit window at a place behind the rocky surface and gray-green atmosphere. “Take us that way." Plort was trying to be subtle with his flying, trying not to make a conspicuous target of himself even though there didn't seem to be anything around. Wilch patted him on the back. "Matris has been out of it for five hours, I want to go check on her,” he said, walking aft to her quarters. As Wilch approached her bed, her eyes popped open. They were still a little fuzzy, as if she still wasn’t quite over her episode. “Good morning, Sunshine,” he said, hiding his smile. “That Corellian Brandy must be some potent stuff.” “Aye, it’s goin’ out the airlock when I’m well enough to walk.” Her voice at least was steady, making her seem more recovered than her pale face would suggest. “Do you remember anything?” “Unfortunately, I remember it all.” Wilch put his hand on the still-clothed shoulder that was outside the bed’s covers. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plort and I are on a personal mission that’s got nothing to do with the Jedi. It’s more complicated than that, but we don’t have time to explain it now.” “Ye don’t?” Plort’s voice broke in, via the comm. system. “Found ‘em!” The ship suddenly lurched twice, and the lights dimmed briefly. “Were those blaster bursts? What the hell are ye doin to me flaming ship?” Hangover instantly forgotten, she jumped out of bed and raced to the cockpit with Wilch close at her heels. -----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&
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sidious618 Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 5/15 8:43am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Some very impressive work. -----signature----- But in purple, I'm stunning!- Londo Mollari, Babylon 5 Obama '08
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/16 11:08am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Thanks very much, Sidious! Hmmm...it sounds very odd to be thanking someone called Sidious. Oh well, either way I appreciate your input. -----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&
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