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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/17 4:19pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	For some reason, I found this very funny. “Irony can be pretty ironic sometimes,” LOL. Poor woman. She's out of it for a few hours and her ship is under attack. 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: 5/18 10:12pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Thanks Diane. I'm afraid I can't really take credit for the quote though. I heard that while watching the Naked Gun with Leslie Nielson. I think. Leslie was involved, whatever movie it's from. heh Poor Matris doesn't know what she's in for. Actually, neither do the two boys. Muahahahaha. I'll try to post on Monday, but it's a holiday here. Might not happen! -----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: 5/19 10:58am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	And here's the next installment! ________ “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. “Did ye have to bring us into a flippin' battle?” she demanded. Hoping it was a rhetorical question, Wilch ignored it. “There, that’s the Profits,” he said, pointing to the largest of the three Federation ships that seemed to be locked in combat. “Don’t all three ships have Profit in their name somewhere?” “You’re not helping,” Wilch told Plort dryly. “Vesuun seems to need our help.” “Why are those two Federation ships attacking the third?” Matris asked. “Vesuun was given command of a warship, not a trading vessel. He told me they were starting to mass produce them, but he didn’t know what was really going on. He wanted to leave the Federation, but he didn’t want to leave that ship in Federation hands.” He tried to open a channel to Vesuun’s ship, but everybody seemed to be running communication jammers. Nothing was getting in or out. “That’s pretty altruistic for a Nemoidian,” Plort commented. “Yes. Looks like he caused more trouble than he wanted to.” From the closer of the two smaller Federation ships, a wing of five droid fighters rocketed towards them. The three of them looked at each other, knowing it was Matris’ ship, therefore she should give the orders. “Ye idiots! Since ye got us into this, I’ll try to get us out. Ye want to help this Vesuun?” For verification she pointed at the largest vessel. Wilch nodded. “Then get into the turrets. If we’re gonna get out of here alive, I’m flyin.” Her alcohol induced illness completely forgotten now, she strapped herself into the pilot’s chair. The two Jedi hesitated only a second before racing to the stairway. “Dibs on top!” Plort shouted, climbing his way into the gunnery seat. Wilch wasn’t disappointed. Thinking that most droids would prefer an approach from the top, he was counting on the better shot to take the gun that was more likely to see action. At least, that was the theory. The theory didn’t last long. As soon as she heard they were both buckled in, she rocked the ship to port, then rolled to starboard in a stomach churning fashion. Plort’s shots went completely off in the wrong direction and Wilch hadn’t been expecting that sort of move, so he didn’t have a chance to fire at all. “Look alive back there!” Wilch didn’t know when she was going to send the Fire off on another wild tangent, so the moment he had a semblance of a shot, he took it. It took him a few rounds to get used to the targeting interface, but after that, two blasts each destroyed a pair of fighters as they raced away, but then the rest turned back around to make another pass. Matris pulled the nose of the ship straight up into a loop, rolling back around so Plort would have a shot at them before they could recover and fire back. The stutter-fire lasers made quick work of the final three. “The more damaged of the two Federation ships is moving to intercept us,” she yelled back. Before either of the men could offer a suggestion, she had opened up to full throttle and was racing towards their attacker. “Uhhh, can these lasers even penetrate their shields?” Plort asked. “Count on it!” Matris said. “Aim for the turbolasers. If we can take enough of them out, maybe they’ll bugger off.” That was when she made their jobs incredibly difficult by dancing the ship in a random pattern that completely threw off the aim of both the droid gunners and the two sentients in the turret bays. But by opening themselves up to the Force, the two men were able to predict when and where they needed to fire moments before the ship would juke, allowing them to take out three guns on the first pass. “Looks like they’re out of fighters,” Matris commented. Wilch wondered how she had enough concentration left to tell. It was all he could do to aim and shoot. The gut-wrenching zig-zag maneuvers she was pulling the ship through would have occupied his attention fully. As Vesuun’s ship launched an extra bright barrage of fire, the first Federation ship exploded in a ball of orange flame. “One down,” Plort said needlessly. A dozen droid fighters raced towards them, ignoring the Corellian Fire altogether, verifying their affiliation with Vesuun’s ship. They concentrated their firepower on the second Federation ship’s sensor array and communications relay. “Good thinking,” Wilch said. A couple of Vesuun’s droid fighters were destroyed by the still-functioning turbolasers. “Come on, let’s finish off those turrets!” Wilch tried to keep his stomach from sinking into his feet, but it felt like he wasn’t successful as she wrenched the ship around again. He didn’t know how many turrets he got, but it seemed like there was only a couple left. One more pass was enough to finish those off. “We don’t want them escaping,” Plort shouted. “Take out their engines if we can.” Whoever was controlling the droid fighters had the same idea as well. Another minute was all it took for the ship to be dead in the water—the heavy capital ship couldn’t maneuver itself out of the way quickly enough. “I’m heading down to the cockpit. Better stay up there just in case.” “Right.” Plort answered. The hail came before Wilch could get there, but Matris gave him a moment to sit in the copilot’s seat before she activated the comm system. “Hello Vesuun,” he told the wide-eyed Nemoidian. “Master Evlon, I’m so glad you got my message.” Vesuun was sweating profusely. He would be as emotionless as a droid when it came to negotiations, but attempts on his life and fighting were not within his realm of experience. “I got it, but I never did figure out how to decode it.” Wilch schooled his face into one of agitation. “I almost went back to Commenor.” “Then how did you find me?” The gray face was scrunched up into a very puzzled expression. “I would think that rather evident, knowing what I am.” “Yes,” he answered, still confused. “Yes, of course.” Realization only took a moment longer to dawn. “You have priority docking clearance in the hangar. I’m sending out my recycling crew, then we’ll be getting out of here.” “What are you going to do with the prisoners?” The Nemoidian’s face grew a little harder. “I was planning on disabling their life support. I don’t want any of their crew on my ship in case they might find a way to track me.” “I understand your concern. Perhaps you could allow them to take the escape pods. By the time they get picked up again, we’ll be long gone.” All life was sacred to a Jedi, even his enemies, if he could help it. “I will see what I can do.” -----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: 5/21 4:13am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Nice action scene. I could almost feel the way the ship rolled and how it felt to be firing on the other ships. I also liked that Wilch wanted the remaining prisoners kept alive if possible. 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: 5/21 6:19am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Wonderful action! The Nemoidian’s face grew a little harder. “I was planning on disabling their life support. I don’t want any of their crew on my ship in case they might find a way to track me.” “I understand your concern. Perhaps you could allow them to take the escape pods. By the time they get picked up again, we’ll be long gone.” All life was sacred to a Jedi, even his enemies, if he could help it. “I will see what I can do.” -----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: 5/21 7:54am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Diane: Thank you! I had so much fun writing that scene I ended up starting a pilot fic. Wilch and company are in for a bit of a bumpy ride than they were used to. Vader: I didn't figure it would be a Jedi rescue without the Code in there. Thanks for your compliments, Master! -----signature----- TIS Rules. Check out: Soon to be continued: Choices-- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28767048/p1 A Jedi must make a difficult choice when he runs into an old crush Odd Happenings: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29123443&
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/22 7:48am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/15
	Here we go again everybody. Here's the next segment of Wilch's story. As always, suggestions and comments are welcome! ________________________ An hour later the three of them were sitting in a comfortable, well equipped negotiating room with a nice big window, hosted by Vesuun’s third in command, a Nemoidian by the name of Charl. As they stared out the window at the floating debris, it took them a moment to realize that the ten meter wide sphere-shaped starship with 4 arms going off in different directions was some sort of magnetic droid collector. Hundreds of parts and whole droids went zipping onto the individual arms for easy collection. Another unmanned ship, a tug of some sort, sent hundreds of little astromech probes out. They hovered around the crippled Federation ship, slicing off large chunks of metals, while still others compacted the materials and placed them on yet another magnetic retrieval ship. Very shortly after the arrival of the little probe mechanics, several dozen escape pods jettisoned towards the Dantooine’s surface. After he realized they were interested, the lieutenant gave them the rundown of what was happening. “We’ll recycle about thirty percent of the starship in the next hour,” he said proudly. “If we thought we could have a full day, we could probably get eighty percent of the usable materials from the abandoned ship, and maybe seventy percent of what’s left of the destroyed one. Between the two ships, we should retrieve enough droids to more than replace the ones we lost in the battle.” “Very impressive,” Matris said. From her familial background in the ship construction industry, she was very interested. “When dealing in the profit industry, nothing should be wasted!” Vesuun told them as he entered the room. “And if you can make profits off the misfortunes of your enemy, so much the better.” Charl stood a little straighter as his superior officer walked in. “Commander, please take over in materials retrieval. Jahahg is good, but he doesn’t have your organizational expertise.” “Yes, Captain.” With a polite bow to all, he left the room and started hurrying towards the bridge. “I trust you were not offended by my junior officer’s hospitality. I had many things to attend to, not the least of which were hull breaches.” “No offense was taken at all,” Wilch answered. “Your operation is very efficient.” Vesuun bowed, accepting the compliment graciously. “Have you considered my ship problem yet, Master Evlon? “I’ve been busy,” he replied with only the smallest hint of agitation. “Which ship problem is that?” Matris asked. “Vesuun was trying to figure out how to defect with this ship and still use it despite its recognizable Trade Federation roots.” “I was planning peaceful use only,” the Captain clarified, seemingly understanding Plort’s concerned expression. They thought quietly for a moment, each lost within their own ideas. After a few minutes, Matris surprised everybody and spoke first. “I see two options for us.” She considered everybody’s open expression and then carried on. “One: we take the vessel to a well equipped shipyard. While there we can either barter this ship for a similarly equipped one of a less condemning design. Or we could somehow convince them to modify the appearance of this ship so that it’s unrecognizable.” Wilch’s eyes widened appreciatively. He would have never thought of those ideas. “And the other option?” “The other idea is probably less attractive. But it involves us heading out to less civilized space.” “Were you thinking of the unknown regions, or the opposite end of the galaxy with wild space?” Plort asked. She spread her arms and shrugged. “Neither one sounds particularly appealing to me. I know there’re not a lot of people who come back from either one.” This was more along the lines of what Wilch was thinking. “I’m sure the profits would be great for bringing a load of goods from the Republic out to Wild Space. But you will lose the advantage of knowing who you’re selling to.” “You make it sound like you will be coming with me,” Vesuun commented. Wilch looked at Plort and received a subtle nod in confirmation. “We will travel with you for a time. We have no prior engagements.” The Nemoidian thought for several moments. “I don’t know if I want to see this ship dismembered. Retraining the crew and reprogramming the droids would take a great deal of time.” His fondness for the ship’s design was more than apparent. “In my mind, the best idea would combine both options,” Plort replied in his deep, echoing voice. “New ship and a destination in the outer reaches. Though maybe with a more common vessel, we wouldn’t have to go completely into the unknown. We could head out to an outer rim world in the opposite direction of the Trade Federation.” “I agree with the Ithorian,” Matris announced. “I might be able to work something out with Corellian Engineering Corporation, I still have a few contacts there. I doubt it would be a great deal, financially, but the peace of mind could be worth it.” “What if we conducted the modifications on our own?” Vesuun asked. “I believe my technicians could come up with an efficient design. My construction droids can be programmed to modify the hull. Perhaps we could purchase a different hyperdrive, a different company’s shields, and yet another brand of sensors until there isn’t an original part left.” Matris was interested. “It seems like that idea could work, although it’s going to be a right pain in the neck. Finding all those different components will be problematic.” Vesuun nodded. The ideas seemed to be running thin, so he stood up to leave. “I appreciate your suggestions. I have almost a thousand sentients on board. Their input should probably be considered.” “Have you figured out if there are any Federation spies on board?” Because of the large sums of money inherent in running a starship of that size, Wilch knew that the Federation hired special agents to serve on many of their vessels. These sentients were often trained by special forces, and extremely well paid to maintain reports on the Captain’s decisions, or actions of the other crew. If a captain went against too many of the Federation’s edicts, these agents would take over command, return the ship to Federation space, and receive a hefty bonus. As such, all Federation captains had to keep their eyes open and their flanks well protected. Generally motivated by money, sometimes those agents would turn on their commanders for no other reason than the added reward. “No.” The word hung in the air ominously. Because Vesuun hadn’t offered any reassurances, Wilch assumed he wasn’t looking for spies, or he didn’t know to flush them out. That was almost as important of a problem to solve as how to disguise the ship. Wilch decided the mission was important enough to warrant some influence. The safety of a great many people was more important than the potential risk of dark side taint by unwelcome mind-reading. He left the idea unspoken, but he would keep his mind open for anyone with dangerous thoughts, or perhaps future interviews with crewmembers. “Let us know if you find anybody acting suspicious, and I’ll…see what I can do.” was all he said. Vesuun didn’t give an impression, one way or the other, whether he was glad for the extra insurance, or he didn’t think the Jedi was going far enough. The Nemoidian was becoming more difficult to read. Wilch hoped that wasn’t a bad sign. “I’ll have someone assign some quarters to you. Give me a few hours to discuss our options with the senior staff and we’ll meet again, if that is acceptable.” “Fine,” the Jedi answered. “Although if we’re just meeting in a few hours, you can hold those quarters. We weren’t quite ready for battle, so I’m sure there are repairs that need to be taken care of on the Corellian Fire.” The fire in Matris’ eyes confirmed Wilch’s suspicion. “I’ll make a technician droid available for your use,” Vesuun replied graciously. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” -----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: 5/23 8:58am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/22
	That the Neimodian doesn't or won't admit that there are spies on board makes me suspicious. Is he trying to double-deal the situation? I hope he'll help get Matris's ship back into shape. But I'd also be worried that he might steal something or else skimp on the repairs. 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: 5/25 10:27am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/22
	Hi Diane: Yeah, the Nemoidian will surprise you with his behavior later. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your Monday/Thursday posting schedule. More adventure awaits our heroes, stay tuned for tomorrow's episode! -----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: 5/26 7:46am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/22
	Twenty minutes later, the three were back inside the YT-1300. Matris headed to the cockpit and started a full diagnostic, then closed the hatch, sealing them all inside. She stomped around the ship, her gait becoming louder the longer it took her to find her intended target. “WILCH!” The human Jedi thought the bulkheads rattled with her bellow. He wasn’t keen on bringing attention to himself and pondered hiding somewhere, but he decided it was probably a good idea to get it over with. “Over here!” he called sweetly, heading towards the main cabin from the spare quarters. The flatness of her eyes and the storm in her mind made him put his hand instinctively over his sternum. “No poking. No poking!” “If ye ever bring my ship into danger again without consulting me first, I will turn ye into slag and shove ye out an airlock!” Her cheeks were flushed and her long hair was flowing wild and standing on end, making a halo around her head as though she were in a thick pocket of static electricity. “Got it?” Wilch could only nod, trying to decide whether he wanted to protest. With the way she looked, she appeared to have somehow tapped into the Force. Who knew what she was capable of doing without any training? Before he had finished nodding, she had stormed towards the bar. With the flick of a button she activated a small cleaning droid. The rolling half-sphere droid tooled around, confused, since there was no mess in sight. Matris fixed that problem very quickly. She nabbed the bottle of Corellian brandy and after making sure she had Wilch’s undivided attention, she heaved with all her might. As the glass shattered into smithereens, what was left of the booze splashed over the carpet, couch and bulkheads. And Wilch. That seemed to exhaust her agitation. “I’ve made me point!” she said, turning about abruptly and heading towards the cockpit. The door hissed shut behind her. The little cleaning droid whistled softly to itself as it whisked about its duties, leaving Wilch to stare dumbly after her with a drop of brandy on his cheek and his mouth slightly open in surprise. The strong scent of alcohol tickled his nose. “Woah.” Plort came to stand next to him. “That woman has a temper.” Wilch could only nod. He was less inclined to teach her to harness the Force after seeing her, for lack of a better word...explosion. He worried about her falling to the Dark Side. But also he worried about her losing control and using the Force to compress him into a chance cube. At the moment, he couldn’t figure out which one of those options bothered him more; probably the compression. “She probably won’t be impressed that I copied our Jedi files to her ship’s main computer. There wasn’t a whole lot of data room left afterwards.” Plort’s even voice was calmer than Wilch could have schooled his to. Worse than that, it added more strain to Wilch's own shoulders, suggesting another explosion probably wasn’t far behind the first. “Why?” he demanded. “It made sense at the time!” Plort answered quickly. “I had six hours to kill while we flew here.” “Well you should go tell her.” “Me?” he exclaimed. “Hey I almost lost my head already, it’s your turn. We need to spread the excitement around.” **** Plort’s arrival at the closed cockpit door was already off to a bad start. It was locked. He listened for a moment, gathering his courage. Why would he rather lose ten sparring contests to Yoda than confront an angry woman on a minor issue? He took a deep breath and knocked. “Matris?” The door slid open right away. “Oh good, it’s you.” Plort walked in, trying to exude confidence. “Wilch wanted me to let you know we downloaded a lot of data to your central computer hard drive.” “That...insect eater!” She sputtered. “I’m-“ “It was my idea!” the Ithorian interrupted quickly. “He didn’t even know I had done it until just now.” “Well I guess that’s okay then.” She focused her attention back on the ship’s diagnostic which showed all systems running green. CEC sure knew how to put together a solid ship. Looks like repairs weren't necessary after all. Plort’s nervousness abated quickly after there wasn’t another outburst. “Do you want to talk about anything?” Now her mind seemed almost peaceful, with the exception of a pocket of agitation. “No. Yes.” She swiveled her chair so she was facing the tall Ithorian directly. “What in space is wrong with Wilch? I told him I loved him!” Wide-eyed surprise took over Plort’s face and he fought to stay in his chair. Wilch had never mentioned that! Matris carried on, oblivious. “I expected him to reject me completely. I would have been very upset about it, but I could have accepted it. He didn’t do what I was hoping, either—“oh I love you too Matris, let’s make babies!”” Despite sensing her agitation and knowing it wasn’t the most tactful thing to do, he laughed anyway. “You love Wilch?” The vibroblades she glared at him in return sobered him quickly. “You should know the Jedi Order is extremely against emotional attachments. Any Jedi caught in a relationship has one chance to get out of it, or they’re tossed out of the Order,” Plort told her. “But I’ve seen Jedi slinking about together…” The Ithorian shrugged. “Could be many reasons for it. Many missions are handled by two Jedi. Sometimes they have to work under cover.” She was relatively sure the Jedi she had seen weren’t on any mission for the Council at the time, but she couldn’t be sure and decided not to press the point. “So how did he react?” Plort asked, the curiosity getting the better of him. “What?” “How did Wilch react when you told him?” “Well I thought he was going to faint, for one.” Seeing the shock on Wilch’s face when she told him her feelings was nowhere near worth a decade of heartsickness, but it was definitely amusing. “Then he changed the subject and said we’d talk later.” Plort was still surprised that his friend didn’t squash her hopes for a relationship immediately. “And have you spoken yet?” Seeing the expression on her face was the answer he needed, but she shook her head anyway. “Well there’s no time like the present.” Plort swiveled his chair around so he could call back. “Wilch! Come here!” -----signature----- TIS Rules. 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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 5/27 5:25am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/26
	Great updates! Sorry, I've been slacking in replies, but it's been a busy couple of weeks. I can't wait to see what happens. I truly like this character of Wilch. -----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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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/27 9:00am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/26
	Matris carried on, oblivious. “I expected him to reject me completely. I would have been very upset about it, but I could have accepted it. He didn’t do what I was hoping, either—“oh I love you too Matris, let’s make babies!”” That made me laugh. I loved her expectations and the fact that Wilch did neither just upset her more. Poor woman. She's really confused. LOL on getting the cleaning droid out first before she made a mess. 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: 5/28 5:18am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/26
	I'm a very bad Master. Sorry it took me so long to get here! On the up side, I got to read TWO updates at once, which was pretty cool. “She probably won’t be impressed that I copied our Jedi files to her ship’s main computer. There wasn’t a whole lot of data room left afterwards.” Plort’s even voice was calmer than Wilch could have schooled his to. Worse than that, it added more strain to Wilch's own shoulders, suggesting another explosion probably wasn’t far behind the first. “Why?” he demanded. “It made sense at the time!” Plort answered quickly. “I had six hours to kill while we flew here.” “Well you should go tell her.” “Me?” he exclaimed. “Hey I almost lost my head already, it’s your turn. We need to spread the excitement around.” Loved it! -----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: 5/29 7:59am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/26 - Date Edited: 5/29 8:54am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Jedidas3: It's no problem, I just like to poke my readership every now and again to see who's still got life left! I'm glad you're still reading, thank you! I like Wilch too. Dianethx: Yeah, Matris is the kind of person who likes to plan in advance when it comes to the Bad Things (tm) she's going to do. VaderLVR64: It's ok Master, you made it, that's all that really matters. Matris is a source of anxiety for everybody. Thanks for reading everybody! Now, as I left them on Monday, Wilch and Matris were about to chat about their feelings... _____________________________________ Wilch’s footsteps were not hesitant. He knew what he wanted to do, and what he should do. When he tried to pose the questions to the Force, he felt no barrier, no harbinger of doom. As he stood before the two seated forms of his friends, Plort looked puzzled. Matris looked...beautiful. “You two need to talk,” the Ithorian said, giving up his seat. “So talk.” Plort left unnoticed. Wilch sat, staring at Matris for a long time in silence, taking her in. Her long brown hair was shining and looked as soft as shimmersilk. Her blue eyes looked even more intense, even more attractive than they had during their conversation outside of Wilch’s apartment. Even her jumpsuit showed curves in the right places, and he felt physical desire for the first time in a very, very long time. It didn’t help that her face was pleading, too. “Look,” he said finally, breaking the fragile silence. “You know that Jedi aren’t allowed any emotional attachments.” He only let the silence hang for a few seconds before continuing. Her eyes looked like they were about to cry rivers. “But our mission…well...the short version is that I’m a member of the Order no longer. I made a decision that the Council couldn’t understand. By my leaving on this mission, I think I lost the right to call myself a Jedi.” It pained him greatly to admit that. He thought he would be a Jedi until the very end of his life. “Wilch...” “So what I’m saying is, I don’t know if I love you. I don’t know if I should even try to love you back for fear of the Dark Side. I don’t know if I know how to love like you want me to. But for you I’m willing to try. I’ll just need patience, okay?” It was more than she thought possible. Tears dripped down her cheek. She didn’t understand what he had lost, not really. Maybe she would, in time. Matris would try her best to show Wilch that the Jedi were wrong. By not permitting love to flourish within the Order, perhaps they were denying their members another source of strength. “Then ye’ll get all the time ye need.” She leaned over and kissed him sweetly. On Wilch’s end, the kiss was awkward and uncoordinated, but he tried his best. Matris’ happiness threatened to leap out of her chest. Despite the sharp twinge of guilt in his mind, Wilch’s heart could have done the same. They were about to reach in for more when an excited shout came from the aft end of the ship. “I think I’ve got it!” The two humans shared a regretful look, then hurried back to see what Plort had done. “I went back to my bunk to meditate and I had a vision!” he announced, ecstatic. To Wilch’s memory, Plort had only been granted two other visions. Wilch grinned widely and put his hand on Plort’s elbow in congratulations. “I saw a something about a floating city in some clouds, and a name: Bespin. I came out of it immediately and ran for a star chart. Here.” He brought it up and showed it to them. “It’s way out here on the Corellian trade route, almost on the complete opposite end of the galaxy from the Trade Federation. Then I did a search on it. They’re doing a huge expansion on the facilities and they put out a call for workers of any abilities, and most of all they need materials.” Wilch caught on quickly. “Which this vessel would provide. But that doesn’t change the fact that Vesuun doesn’t want to give up the ship.” “I thought that as well, but they’re offering to pay greatly above market value for materials. I suspect he can make as much money as he can spend by selling the Profits to them, then he can buy whatever ship or ships that he wants to.” “Could work,” Matris said hopefully. “Let’s try.” * An hour after leaving a message with the bridge, Vesuun commed them back. The conversation went better than expected. Apparently the Nemoidian had conceded that he wasn’t going to keep the ship after technicians recommended against rebuilding it. From there he was open to new ideas. He was almost sold on the idea when Matris sweetened the pot, reminding him that she might be able to get him a better deal on replacement vessels from Corellian Engineering Company. “Then I will negotiate with this Cloud City and see what they can do for me. Meanwhile, we’ll be coming out of hyperspace soon. Many of my crew asked to be returned to the Federation. I’m giving them two of the transport shuttles to carry them back home, so they should be happy.” “The three of us should head to the Corellian shipyards. I’ll see what kind of discount I can get,” Matris said. The Nemoidian bowed deeply. “I would be grateful for your assistance. I have no desire to...mine.” The word was said with such distaste that the three friends couldn’t help but smile. Things were finally looking like they were settling down. ** “Thank you all for your hard work. May your profits multiply!” Vesuun said, finally ending a long-winded speech. After a quiet cheer from the crewmembers who were in the shuttles, Vesuun signaled the pilots. The hatches were closed and the shuttles took off, zipping out of the airlock. “Everybody else, back to work!” Vesuun called out, sending the hosts that had gathered in the docking bay back into the body of the ship. A dozen crewmembers remained behind in the bay, spreading out and started to make themselves busy. “Three hundred crew, gone!” the Nemoidian murmured to himself, with Wilch, Plort and Matris beside him. “I lost a couple of outstanding officers.” “That just means you’ll have to find new talent,” Plort said, trying to cheer Vesuun up. “No ship’s position is irreplaceable.” “Only people are irreplaceable. And knowledge.” Wilch answered. He and Plort shared a knowing look. “Yes, but how much money will I lose trying to—“ “What are those people doing?” Matris interrupted. Vesuun gave the woman a crusty look. She didn’t care, she only pointed at a figure trying to look inconspicuous and failing in grand fashion. Suddenly, tromping through the main door back to the ship, a host of battledroids marched in six abreast, armed with blasters. Plort and Wilch fingered their lightsaber hilts hidden inside the secret pockets of their civilian clothes. The two Jedi’s danger senses were tingling intensely. How they hadn’t noticed it before, they didn’t know. “Stang!” the Ithorian swore, disgusted with himself. “Matris, Vesuun, get on board the Fire!” As the other members of the mutinying crew drew blasters as well, the two Jedi ignited their blades. The lightsabers’ humming filled the hangar bay completely, bathing nearby ships in eerie light, and giving the revolting crew pause. “We’ll cover you! Don’t let anybody escape!” Plort reached out with his senses and flipped the blast door switch. Screeching metal whined as it compressed the two halves of the door together, completely obliterating the last row of droids. With a Force twist, he made sure nobody would be able to get in without repairing the console first. That was when the shooting started. -----signature----- TIS Rules. 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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/29 6:38pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 5/29
	That first part was sweet. “So what I’m saying is, I don’t know if I love you. I don’t know if I should even try to love you back for fear of the Dark Side. I don’t know if I know how to love like you want me to. But for you I’m willing to try. I’ll just need patience, okay?” It was more than she thought possible. Tears dripped down her cheek. She didn’t understand what he had lost, not really. Maybe she would, in time. Matris would try her best to show Wilch that the Jedi were wrong. By not permitting love to flourish within the Order, perhaps they were denying their members another source of strength. “Then ye’ll get all the time ye need.” She leaned over and kissed him sweetly. On Wilch’s end, the kiss was awkward and uncoordinated, but he tried his best. Matris’ happiness threatened to leap out of her chest. Loved his speech about love. Of course, now they are going to need to get away. The battle droids are certainly formidable in those numbers. 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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