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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 7/5 8:16pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/3 - Date Edited: 7/5 8:16pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	jedidas3 posted: What a beautiful post...such vivid descriptions! I love to read stories by authors who can paint a story with words and you have done just that. Well done! Thanks very much! I fretted over this segment for a while because I didn't think I was doing an adequate job of conveying the story along in a consistant manner. dianethx posted: You did a great job with the scene. I liked how you were able to show Wilch helping the girl and her friends. I especially liked the way the sounds drove off the humans. Reminds me of Obi-Wan on Tatooine! Wonderful. Again, thank you! I am greatly appreciative of your praise and loyalty to the story, both yours and your Padawan's! I borrowed the idea from Episode 4 to have the sounds drive the poachers off, you keyed in to that right away. And, to WHOEVER it was who nominated Preservation for best underrated story, or nominating me for best new author I thank you whole heartedly for the vote of confidence and thoughtfulness! Whether I win or not, I feel blessed and appreciated to be recognized this way! THANK YOU! -----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: 7/7 10:28am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/3 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs] - Date Edited: 7/7 10:29am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	Time went by quickly. A whole week passed with very little change. Matris and Plort were both so busy maintaining the food collecting droids or gathering the ripening comestibles that they had little time to spare. They both felt guilty for leaving Wilch at home to suffer alone, but Wilch felt equally guilty for not pitching in to help them, now that he was feeling better. His body had a long way to go before it was fully healed, but he could move around with minimal pain. After his last trip to the hospital’s physiotherapy ward, he gave back the hoverchair. He was strong enough to walk wherever he wanted to, now. And where he wanted to be was with Windy. Every day, what time he didn’t spend at home exercising his poor muscles back to peak condition, he spent walking between the buildings where he had met the Mrlssi girl last. Every day before he headed back home, just before sunset, he left another bag of food and clean water in a secluded corner where her keen eyes would be sure to see it. It pleased Wilch that the bag had been taken, but for that whole week he saw no other signs of the girl and that was more disappointing than he wanted to admit. He had hoped that he might see her again during that time, but he never did. On the eight day, he saw a Frglis Foods bag right where he had left his offering the evening before. He almost fell into a deep despair, then, for he had invested a lot of hope in the little Force sensitive girl. He couldn’t stop the tear from sliding down his cheek as he approached it, afraid to see uneaten edibles. His mind painted a picture that he didn’t want to see—that she had left to get on with her life with her rawwk friends. It was a hard debate in his mind as he contemplated whether or not to leave the bag of food he brought with him today in exchange for the one she left behind. But as he picked up the bag, he realized that the food was gone. In its place was some ferrocrete debris to hold the bag down, and the blue ball that he had seen the girl playing with that first day. Wilch lifted the ball and hugged it to his chest, as if it were the little Mrlssi girl herself. Silly old fool, what are you doing? She’s not your daughter! Before he could continue his sappy inner monologue though, he was tackled roughly from behind. Small hands with amazingly strong, yet gentle talons grabbed at the blue sphere, wrestling it away before he could realize what was going on. When he turned around, Windy held the ball with a grin of victory on her face, then turned so that her back was to him, dramatically covering the ball with both claws sending a defiant ‘come and get it’ look at him. “Windy!” he shouted gleefully, running over to her and throwing his hands around her very small, slender frame, embracing her as well as the ball. Wilch realized she probably didn’t want the hug, she just wanted him to play the game and try and take the ball from her, but he was enjoying hugging her too much. Finally she elbowed him rather roughly, knocking him to the ground, igniting his torso into a blazing surge of pain. He had healed, but he hadn’t healed that much. Wilch coughed, trying desperately to get his breath back while the Mrlssi girl looked on with concern. Wilch fought to get the pain under control for several moments before finally succeeding. As he breathed hard, she looked at him, confused. She offered him the ball with one outstretched hand and he waved a hand and shook his head. “No thank you. I’m all right, just give me a minute to catch my breath. I am not well,” he said, realizing that she had no idea what he meant. She looked at him with even more puzzlement. Wilch took a deep breath, unsure of how to explain it to her without reliving the event again. Not able to come up with a better answer, he projected his memory of being engulfed, of the orange flames consuming him and the pain. Windy recoiled, touching him gently as if making sure wasn’t still on fire. Wilch lifted his shirt, showing her the scars and wincing in pain when his finger touched a particularly sore place. She seemed to understand and sympathize. Realizing his body hurt too much to wrestle, that his mental capacity was the only one working to any degree at the moment, he pointed at her. “You are Windy,” he said, sending her a copy of the image she sent him a week ago. Then he touched his own chest. “I am Wilch.” Then his mind drew a blank as to how to describe himself. What in space was a Wilch, anyway? /I am Windy,/ she projected into his mind using perfect Basic language. /You are Wilch./ He was startled with the swiftness she had caught on, but he wanted her to speak, not just project into minds. Wilch sent gladness and praise through the Force, then pointed at his mouth. “Good!” he cheered. “You are Windy, I am Wilch.” Many sounds came out of her throat as she tried to speak Basic. Some of them were close to words, almost all of them weren’t. With the patience that only a fully trained Jedi or proud parent could muster, he helped her calibrate her vocal chords, so to speak. After a good ten minutes of attempting, she finally succeeded. “I am Windy. You are Wilch.” The words weren’t perfect of course, and they came out haltingly and in an odd cadence, but they were close enough that someone listening to her speak for the first time would probably be able to figure out what she was saying. “Very good, Windy!” He wanted to teach her more words and she seemed willing to learn them. Wilch pointed at her toy. “Ball.” “/Ball!/” she answered, projecting again, excited at the appearance of her toy. Wilch nodded, still encouraging her and pointing at his mouth again. “Use sounds. Ball.” More foreign noises, eventually she got the word out. “Bawl.” Over the next several hours, the two of them had eaten their way through the edibles he had brought with him. Wilch taught her every word he could substantiate with props: “food,” “container,” “bag,” “meat,” “vegetables,” and a whole host of body parts she picked up, her vocal dexterity improving with increasing ability. With each word she learned to enunciate, the next one she could pronounce a little faster with fewer extra sounds. Thanks to their ability to communicate telepathically, she caught on with amazing faculty. The sun had long since set and the last light of day had almost faded away. That wouldn’t have been a problem, except that now, even under a glow pole, they could barely see each other. “Shouldn’t you be heading home?” he asked, pointing to where the sun had gone down. She shrugged as if catching his meaning, but not knowing how to respond at first. Then she projected a surprising series of thoughts into his mind. Hundreds of rawwks seemed to be gathered. With slow, tentative gestures the brown furry bodies reached out and touched Windy on various parts of her body; hairy heads and wings caressing her beak, arm, or leg. They seemed very subdued, even miserable, which struck Wilch powerfully, lodging an unexpected knot of sadness in his throat. Then the rawwk that Wilch had helped heal stepped forward, still blackened where the blaster had struck him, though apparently feeling better. All the hardware Wilch had outfitted him with was missing and he used his wings as if he were healthy. Windy had started crying. The two nuzzled beak to nose for a few moments before the rawwk backed away in a seemingly formal manner. On the injured rawwk’s cue, as one they took to wing and flew away from their platform and into the sky, hundreds of winged mammals flying completely silently in a loose formation, leaving Windy behind looking so much like a scared little girl whose family had abandoned her. Wilch had already felt a great deal of fondness for the girl, and seeing that terribly sad sight only made his heart reach out to her further. He realized Matris probably wouldn’t be thrilled by it, but he didn’t see any other options. He wiped the tear away from the girl’s eye and reached out his other hand to her. Windy seemed to get the idea and put her warm, scaly hand in his. After gathering up the leftover food and balls he had brought, Wilch lead her home. -----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: 7/7 4:03pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	The poor little thing. She must have been so unhappy when her friends left. But I can understand them leaving. It was too dangerous. It's cute that Wilch is teaching Windy to talk. Their telepathic talk is certainly a help in that. I wonder what Matris will say.... -----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: 7/8 6:20am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	AH! Finally caught up! That'll teach me to go out of town! Loved the updates. Wilch had already felt a great deal of fondness for the girl, and seeing that terribly sad sight only made his heart reach out to her further. He realized Matris probably wouldn’t be thrilled by it, but he didn’t see any other options. He wiped the tear away from the girl’s eye and reached out his other hand to her. Windy seemed to get the idea and put her warm, scaly hand in his. After gathering up the leftover food and balls he had brought, Wilch lead her home. -----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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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/8 12:13pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	Again, beautifully done. I've really enjoyed this wonderful character that you've created. Congrats on your noms...such tremendous creativity deserves them! -----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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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 7/10 7:42am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs] - Date Edited: 7/10 7:50am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Perigrine
	dianethx posted: The poor little thing. She must have been so unhappy when her friends left. But I can understand them leaving. It was too dangerous. It's cute that Wilch is teaching Windy to talk. Their telepathic talk is certainly a help in that. I wonder what Matris will say.... Well, wonder no longer. Matris' response follows! Thanks for reading! vaderlvr64 posted: AH! Finally caught up! That'll teach me to go out of town! Loved the updates. Wilch had already felt a great deal of fondness for the girl, and seeing that terribly sad sight only made his heart reach out to her further. He realized Matris probably wouldn’t be thrilled by it, but he didn’t see any other options. He wiped the tear away from the girl’s eye and reached out his other hand to her. Windy seemed to get the idea and put her warm, scaly hand in his. After gathering up the leftover food and balls he had brought, Wilch lead her home. Yeah! Just think of how much stuff I'm going to pile on you when you actually MOVE! Muahahahahahaaaaa! Er...I mean...THANKS for keeping up with it all. jedidas3 posted: Again, beautifully done. I've really enjoyed this wonderful character that you've created. Congrats on your noms...such tremendous creativity deserves them! THANKS! I don't mind being an under-appreciated thread because I've got you three readers following me and in IMO, quality is much better than quantity. Since you three are some of the better writers on the boards, I'm honored to have you all in Wilch's camp. Meanwhile, on with the show! ____________________ During the relatively short walk home, Wilch had projected thoughts of Matris and Plort, trying to share his memories of their friendship with her. As much as he was a part of her family now, so would they be. She was puzzled by the alien features of the Ithorian; his appearance seemed impossibly strange to her, having never seen one before. Quickly using as clear of mental pictures as he could, he explained basic differences, though important similarities between humans, Ithorians, Mrlssi, and a couple other prominent species. He questioned her about family, picturing other members of Mrlssi society, trying to figure out if she had ever knew her own parents. Her inability to recognize an adult Mrlssi made it likely that she never knew her own family. In return, she showed him her first memories, where she was helpless and being fed by the rawwks. As if fast- forwarding through a holodrama, Wilch watched the rawwks become smaller and smaller compared to her as she grew larger. Within a few months she was able to hunt for her own food, though there were humorous failures at first. Shortly afterwards, she had gone from liability to primary hunter for the little winged mammals. When they finally reached the door, Wilch found he was surprisingly close in his prediction when he predicted Plort to be sprawled into his comfortable chair and Matris pacing around in the kitchen. Matris was a lot more supportive than he expected her to be. She welcomed the confused girl with open arms, jabbering to her in warm tones, encouraging and understanding when Windy looked puzzled and frightened, and ignoring the communication difficulties with a smile. “Slow down, Matris, she’s only been speaking Basic for a few hours!” “I know that, sweetling, but the best way to learn is to be fully immersed.” She smiled at the Mrlssi and patted her hand. “You can have this room, young one.” Wilch was shocked. “But that’s my room,” he complained. “Not anymore. You can come sleep in mine.” The way she raised an eyebrow provocatively and the way her hips moved when she walked set off warning bells in Wilch’s mind, cautioning of impure motives. But today, Wilch was in too good of a mood. And he was strangely aroused by the way she had bent over to start tossing his things over her shoulder. Windy looked petrified though, so Wilch stood up and rubbed her on the small of her back. “It’s ok, Windy.” When she turned to look up at him, he smiled warmly. “This is your room,” Wilch told her. “My room?” He nodded. Wilch hurried over to the entryway and picked up the ball she had dropped when she was so enthusiastically greeted and startled by his friends. He put the ball into her hands. “Your ball.” “My ball,” she confirmed, starting to catch on. “Your room,” he said, letting his hands encompass the entire room. “My room?” She walked around the relatively small area, reverse articulated legs gracefully skirting the bed, trying not to step on the clothes and other obstacles Wilch had left on the floor. Since he had his own space again, he already found the need of another protocol droid to keep the floor clean. “That’s right, sweetie,” Matris answered. She came across the large pile of various balls that Wilch had bought for her. They were strewn all over the far side of the bed; she had to kick them out of the way to walk in that section of the room. “My ball?” Windy asked hopefully. The two humans chuckled. “Yes, those are your balls.” With a child-like glee, she laughed and flounced down on the bed, reverse articulated legs folded underneath her as she squatted. She started pulling each ball out individually and giving it a thorough investigation, bouncing, sniffing and squeezing each before setting the newly prized toy aside to check out the next. Windy seemed happiest with the completely spherical ones. Wilch put his arm around Matris’ waist and pulled her tight. She looked up at him in surprise before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and snuggling in gently. The light pressure of her body being against his still hurt, but nowhere near as much as it had hurt before. Turning their attention back to Windy, she had half of the balls out and was making them zoom around the room as if they were being juggled. As the eighth ball was lifted into the air simultaneously, the amount of Force energy being wielded was enough to pull Plort out of his comfortable chair. “Woah,” he said, coming to stand behind the two humans. His eyes were wide with surprise, appreciating the amount of control she was managing over the floating toys. “How much did you teach her?” Wilch’s mouth was agape too. “I didn’t teach her anything like that,” he answered. “Is that hard?” Matris asked. “Many Jedi have a hard time splitting their attention enough to control more than a few things at once. Even though they’re light, being able to support eight separate balls with the Force at once? That’s extraordinary.” “Yoda can do it.” Wilch gave his friend a flat look. “Well of course Yoda could do it but he’s a Grand Master. She’s only been alive for a few years. I wonder what she’ll be capable of with training.” A heavy hand joined Matris’ on his shoulders. “She should go to the Jedi Temple to learn.” Wilch whipped around to face Plort so fast that he almost fell over and took Matris with him. “No!” The vehemence of his cry startled the young Mrlssi, interrupting her concentration and sending balls bouncing everywhere. He ignored the toys as they careened of his torso and shins. “Wilch, attachments,” was all Plort said, using patient, reminding tones. It took an extreme act of will to pull his emotions under control. He knew the Ithorian was probably right, but he couldn’t stand the thought of the child being taken from him. He gave his friend a very serious, baleful glance before going to sit next to Windy and putting an arm around her. “My Padawan learner.” He opened himself up to the Force and trickled the power to her. She looked up at Wilch with the growing light of comprehension in her eyes. Distinctly annoyed with his friend and horrified that the little girl would make an uneducated decision so rashly, Plort quickly projected a sense of heavy responsibility, of pain and loss, of duty, and of the passing of many many years in dedicated service into her mind. He remembered his own time as a Padawan, the dull missions they had to go on, the disappointment and pain as people rejected the countless hours of sacrifice and hard work he and his Master freely gave. He projected the immense quantity of boring time spent in front of teachers learning about commerce, politics, astronomy, geography, navigation. He relayed to her the injuries he suffered as a learner and Knight, and the terrible pain he had to overcome as bones grew back together or the embarrassment and agony as surgeons reattached a good portion of his left foot from a wound gained after a stupid mistake during a lightsaber duel. Plort’s projection spoke of a giant Temple where thousands of sentients worked and lived in harmony with each other and nature. Where people much wiser than he, or Wilch, would instruct her to use the mystical energy that she had been wielding for her short life. Teachers of all species would instruct her in the ways of the galaxy, in all the infinite variations of thought processes and life forms. Windy nodded at Plort, still seeming to understand. The Ithorian relaxed, thinking she realized what kind of choice she was being given. In truth, she did understand, more than Plort had thought. Instinctually she somehow had an inkling of what she was getting herself into. After reliving Plort’s personal history, she knew it wasn’t what she had planned for her life, but she had never planned her life at all. Now she knew that her clanmates were right; she wasn’t the same as them. She somehow appreciated that before she met Wilch, she was half sentient, a rawwk on the wind. Before she met Wilch, she was only partially alive, foraging through life on instinct and living for herself and the moment. With Plort’s point of view, she felt the disasters and the pain. But she also felt the joys of doing things for other people with no personal reward other than knowing the job was well done. That the lives of many clans could be saved or improved. Windy knew she could help. She knew on an instinctual level that Wilch needed her as much as she needed to belong. She knew that Wilch loved her as the rawwk colony had, as an equal and an important member of a clan. She understood that he would rely on her, but moreso, that she could rely on him for anything. When it was time to glide on her own, he would be the first to help her soar. But if the wind didn’t lift her wings and she fell, he would be the one to catch her, to heal her, and to encourage her to try again. Windy felt she knew what her choices were: to stay with the person who had accepted her into his clan as she was, or to chance the multitudes in the Jedi Temple in hopes of making a life for herself there. There was no real choice, for her. She answered Wilch’s energy with a Force touch of her own. Wilch and Windy both gasped at the same time as a powerful connection was made between the two of them. Briefly their consciousnesses were exchanged. She was unfortunately subjected to what was left of the pain from Wilch’s burns and intensely sore muscles. If she had any concentration left to see past the dull throbbing agony, she would have very briefly felt how odd it was to have knees that bent the wrong way, and only a small amount of hair on her head. For Wilch, he felt the depression left over from the rawwks’ decision that she should be with fellow sentients rather than the clan. They had left her behind intentionally; they had ostracized her. Her family had rejected her because she wasn’t truly one of them. The feeling was as depressing as when Wilch had been forced to leave the Jedi Order. For half a second, he sensed how unusual it was to perch on the bed with both of his knees—wait, those are ankles, not knees!—bent backwards. As Windy and Wilch slowly adjusted to life back inside their own bodies once again, they felt the subconscious emotions of the other, deep in the backs of their minds. The bonding was complete. “My Master,” she said, grinning warmly and hugging him to her. __________________________________ I didn't get a chance to quadrouple check this post, I've got a lot going on. If the spelling or grammar is horrible, we'll blame my Dad and my very soon approaching move. Because of said move, I might not get a chance to post it till late July or early August. This is the end of section three of Wilch's story. When I post again next, it will of necessity be in the Saga forum. Of course I'll make sure I post a link at the bottom of this page, but everybody who asked for a PM will get one with the newest link. I hope everybody enjoyed the story so far! If anybody has any questions or comments, feel free to post or PM any time. -----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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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/10 9:36am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	AWWWW! That was beautiful and a great segue into the upcoming sequel. I'll most definitely would like for you to PM me when you start it. Good luck with your move and we'll be waiting for more 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: 7/10 6:29pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	That was very sweet. I liked how Wilch was able to send her images of the Temple and how hard it would be to become a Padawan. I'm sure she made the right decision. However, she might have been better off at the Temple except that we know what would happen there soon enough. Great 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: 7/15 6:36am Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	Another simply wonderful update! -----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: 7/16 1:40pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	jedidas3 posted: AWWWW! That was beautiful and a great segue into the upcoming sequel. I'll most definitely would like for you to PM me when you start it. Good luck with your move and we'll be waiting for more of Wilch! Thanks! So far the weather isn't cooperating. With any luck that tornado will pass us by...stupid Murphy's Law... dianethx posted: That was very sweet. I liked how Wilch was able to send her images of the Temple and how hard it would be to become a Padawan. I'm sure she made the right decision. However, she might have been better off at the Temple except that we know what would happen there soon enough. Great job. Indeed. And those events will be put into play in the next chapter...thingy. Stay tuned! vaderlvr64 posted: Another simply wonderful update! Thanks! Thanks very much for reading, all of you! I really appreciate it! -----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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Danaan Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 9/3 12:08pm Subject: RE: "Preservation" OCs, Yoda, Qui-Gon--Updated 7/7 Thanks for the Nominations!! [hugs]
	Well done, master! I see now why you are the Master and I am only an apprentice Seriously, the story concept is excellent - it really stands to reason that at least one of all them pesky Jedis should have seen Anakin coming and wanted to something about. Interestingly, it impacts the general saga in an interesting way, and plays on the hubris of the late Republic's Jedi order: the warning signs were out there, but the masters didn't want to heed them for political reasons. I like that! I also like an author who don't hesitate to immoliate his characters in a plasmafire -----signature----- Star Wars Episode 1: The Old Order - novellized on request (In progress) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29250109&brd=10476
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