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BlueNebula Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/16/03 1:36pm Subject: Inheritance (Jedi Leia) --- UPDATED 4/19 - Date Edited: 4/19/03 4:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: BlueNebula
	INHERITANCE PART ONE: Snowflakes drifted down out of the lead-gray sky, covering the filthy, narrow streets with a mantle of white. Covering too, Luke noticed, the rag-clad denizens huddling against the walls, or curling up in alleyways against the chill. Luke pulled his cloak more tightly about him, and walked on, boots crunching in the snow. The misery in this place was practically overwhelming. Not for the first time, he wondered why Han couldn't have picked a better place for this rendezvous. Beside him, Leia's face was troubled, and Luke didn't need the Force to sense her mood. "This isn't right," Leia said, shaking her head. "Some things are beyond our control, Leia. It's best not to dwell on them too heavily," Luke said. He stopped and looked about, trying to get his bearings as he mentally reviewed the directions Han had given him. "How can I not dwell on it?" Leia said. "It's been three years since the battle of Endor. This sort of poverty shouldn't be happening anymore." Luke was about to reply, when a sudden, scornful laugh pierced the air. It came from a small, covered stairwell nearby, where a wiry man sat, watching them. His hair was cropped very short, his face dirty, and several of his teeth were missing. He was dressed as poorly as the others Luke and Leia had passed. "Beggin' your pardon," the man said. "I don't mean to eavesdrop or intrude, but what makes you think that the battle at Endor would've changed anything for folks like us?" He waved his hand, encompassing the silent streets around them. "It changed everything," Leia said. "You live in a galaxy free of tyranny, now." "If you say so." The man shrugged. "The Empire, the Republic....it doesn't matter who's in the top spot; for us folks on the bottom, nothin' ever changes." Leia frowned. "Surely you don't mean that," she said. "The Republic is about opportunity, and the Empire stood for nothing but oppression..." Luke smiled faintly. His sister never could resist a good debate; she still had too much politician in her. But they didn't have time for this. He laid a hand on her arm. "Thanks for the discussion, friend," Luke said, flipping the man a few credit chips. "A new perspective is always a valuable thing. But we have to be going." The man deftly snapped the credits out of the air, and slipped them into a pocket. Then, with a gap-toothed grin, he reached into another pocket, pulling out a blaster. "My opinion is worth more than a few credits, I think," the man said, levelling the blaster at Luke and Leia. "In fact, I think it's worth much more..." The man's gaze flicked briefly over Luke's shoulder; Luke turned to see six vagrants approaching, holding an assortment of blasters and vibro-blades. They scowled and growled as they approached. Luke looked to Leia; she raised her eyebrows inquisitively. "You frightened?" she asked. "Utterly terrified," Luke replied with a smile. "You?" "Petrified." Luke reached down, pulled his lightsaber from his belt. The green blade eagerly sprang to life, humming loudly. Snowflakes hissed and steamed as they struck the glowing blade. Their would-be assailant's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the weapon, and some of his cronies paused in their advance. Then the leader regained his composure and his brows drew together darkly. "You think that antique'll help you against all of us?" the man sneered. "As a matter of fact, I do," Luke said. "Ah, so you think you're a Jedi, eh?" the man said with a disbelieving chuckle. "You're very astute." "Right. Of course you are. You know, I've always thought those tales of Jedi skill were a bit exaggerated..." The man looked to his compatriots with a grin. "What say, gentlemen? Do you think we can handle this one 'Jedi'?" A few grunts of assent came from the others, as they began to close in. "Who said there was just one Jedi?" Leia asked, and the yellow glow of her lightsaber flared up beside Luke's. Everyone froze. "Last chance, friend," Luke said to their assailant, as Leia turned her attention toward the other miscreants. The man stared at Luke, then his eyes narrowed, and his finger tightened on the trigger of his weapon. Luke was faster. He deflected the bolt with his lightsaber, then sprang forward and sliced through the blaster with a shower of sparks. Reaching out to the Force, he levitated the man and flung him at the other vagrants. Several of them went down in a heap. Leia, meanwhile, was a blur of motion, her lightsaber swatting aside bolt after bolt after bolt. Luke spared her a moment of admiration, then waded into the fray beside her. Vibro-blades shattered, blasters exploded, flesh sizzled under the onslaught of brother and sister. Lightsabers cut a stroboscopic pattern through the snowy air. Their attackers' grunts of exertion became grunts--and occasionally screams--of pain, before they finally broke and ran, sprinting down the snow-covered street casting fearful looks behind them. Luke and Leia watched them until they disappeared around a corner and were lost from view. Leia shook her head as she and Luke deactivated their lightsabers. "Why couldn't Han have picked a decent place for the rendezvous?" Luke shrugged, then gestured down another street. "Shall we?" Together they continued on their way... -----signature----- You are what you choose to be--"The Iron Giant"
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BlueNebula Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/16/03 1:37pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	It took them another twenty minutes of travel before they reached their destination: a building that seemed reasonably well-kept--at least by the local standards. It was an unassuming three-story structure with warm light spilling out the windows and the muted sound of music thrumming against the walls. A neon sign flickered and buzzed above the door, but was badly in need of repair, as portions of it remained dark. "Well, here we are," Luke said. "Wonderful," Leia replied with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "Do me a favor and try not to kill Han, all right?" Luke said. "I don't know what this latest argument is between you two, but..." "Relax, Luke. I was trained in court etiquette, remember? I can handle this." "What I remember is that it's been over a month since you two had your little spat--which ended, as I recall, with you slapping him in the face. What rule of etiquette does that fall under?" "The rule that says 'Mind your own business', brother dear. Shall we see what the immature braggart wants?" Luke sighed. He had a bad feeling about this... "Let me just check in with Threepio," he said, pulling out his comlink. He flipped it on. "Threepio? You there?" There was a moment of crackling static, then Threepio's prim voice responded: "Master Luke, is that you?" "Yes, Threepio, I've--" "Oh, it's so good to hear your voice, sir. Artoo was becoming quite worried, but I had the utmost confidence in you." Luke heard an angry blatting sound from Artoo, and smiled. He could just see the two droids arguing in the cockpit of his ship, the Sand Shadow. He and Leia had left the sleek little cruiser at the shipyards nearly an hour ago. "I must say, though," Threepio added, "that I do hope you hurry, Master Luke. I've noticed several disreputable-looking characters lurking about the docking platform, eyeing the ship. It's most distressing." Another twittering came from Artoo. "No, I am not babbling, Artoo!" Threepio said. "I'm simply trying to convey the situation to Master Luke in a thorough manner!" Luke tried not to laugh. "Threepio, it's all right. The ship's locked down, and if anyone tries anything, Artoo can handle the defense systems." One wouldn't know to look at it, but the Shadow--a gift from the New Republic government shortly after Endor--was designed with some of the most advanced weaponry available. "Respectfully, Master Luke, putting my fate into Artoo's hands is not a prospect I look forward to. Please hurry." "You'll be fine, Threepio. We'll be back soon." Luke clicked off the comlink. He and Leia crossed over to the door of the establishment, and Luke pushed it open. As they stepped inside, the music assaulted them, seemingly trying to push them back out. The main room before them was bathed in a faint lavender glow, and packed with a multitude of sentients, who sat at the bar or at the various booths sprinkled around the walls, while the band played over in one corner. Here and there, garishly garbed women of various species lounged in patrons' laps, making offers that would make even the most hardened spacer blush... "Han sure can pick them, eh?" Luke said. "He most certainly can," Leia said, her tone frosty. "Close that damn door!" a gruff, unseen voice barked. Luke obliged, cutting off the swirl of snow that had followed them in. "There's Han," Leia said, pointing toward one booth in the back. They threaded their way through the crowd, and Han looked up as they slipped into the booth across from him. "Where you been hiding, old friend?" Luke asked with a smile, shaking hands. "Ah, here and there. The usual." Han shrugged. He looked a bit tired to Luke, and his clothes were a little more rumpled than usual, but otherwise he was the same old Han. Han turned to Leia. "Hello, there. Fancy meeting your here." "Han," Leia greeted him non-committally. There was an awkward silence. "You look good, Leia," Han finally said. Leia gazed back. "Thank you." There was another moment of silence. "Well?" Han asked. "'Well' what?" Leia said. "How do I look?" Leia rolled her eyes. "Come on, Leia," Han said. "I'm sorry, okay? I was wrong." "What, Han?" Leia said. "Is that supposed to make it all better? Am I supposed to just throw myself across this table and smother you with kisses?" Han's lips quirked into his familiar grin. "Could you? Because that would be great." For a fraction of a second, Leia started to smile, but quickly smothered it in a scowl. With a sigh, Han turned to Luke. "Thanks for coming, Luke. Have you enjoyed your stay here on the lovely planet Grallonis?" "We're thinking of changing our travel agent," Luke said. Han shrugged. "Sorry, but I needed someplace out of the way. Doesn't get much farther out of the way than this." A Twi'lek waitress in a rather revealing outfit eased up to their table and deposited a trio of drinks. Then with a swing of her hip and a wink at Han, she slipped away. The look Leia gave Han was icy, and he winced. Then he pushed a drink toward each of them. "Hope you don't mind," he said, "but I went ahead and ordered for you both..." Luke took a sip from the pale blue liquid in his fluted glass, while Leia sampled an amber concoction. Almost immediately, Luke felt a warmth spreading down his throat. "So, Han...what's so dire that we had to come all the way out here--instead of discussing it over the comm-lines? Or at least meeting somewhere a bit more convenient?" Luke said. Han leaned forward, and his face grew serious. "What do you know about a group called the Covenant?" he asked, dropping his voice so that Luke could barely hear him above the music. Luke and Leia exchanged a blank look. "Never heard of them," Luke said. "What do you know?" "More than you, it looks like. Which is to say, almost nothing. A few of my...associates passed the word along to me." "And these associates of yours are perfectly law-abiding citizens, right?" Luke asked with a smile. "Of course," Han said with a grin of his own. "And what did they tell you?" Leia asked. "Not much. Nobody seems to know anything--or at least, they're not willing to say anything--beyond the name. And very few know even that. What I can tell you is that they've been around for a long time--decades--and they scare people. A lot. I mean, the people I've talked to are hardened entrepeneurs, and--" "Entrepeneurs?" Leia asked, raising an eyebrow. "All right, pirates," Han conceded. "But these guys have been around. They don't flinch at much, but this Covenant thing gets 'em shaking." "Not to put too fine a point on it, Han, but what, exactly, does this have to do with us?" Luke asked. "Well," Han said, looking at them intently, "word has it that these 'Covenant' folks are very interested in meeting the two of you..." "What does that--" Leia began, then shook her head slowly, as if trying to clear it. "What...does..." She trailed off, her expression groggy and bemused. Then Luke felt it, too: a tingling at the edges of his consciousness, a heaviness that seemed to be settling into every fiber of his being. Just keeping his head raised seemed a chore. He frowned, as Leia drooped in her seat. "Han," he slurred, turning to his friend. "What--?" He couldn't find the energy to continue, and Han just stared at him. At that moment the Twi'lek waitress returned and picked up Luke's glass. She leaned in with a knowing grin, and shook the glass in Luke's face--and Luke suddenly understood. Drugged! But who was this woman? And why was Han just sitting there? Even as he pondered such questions, Luke felt his head slump down onto the tabletop. But it was a distant sensation, from some foggy other world. Then, slowly, darkness claimed him... -----signature----- You are what you choose to be--"The Iron Giant"
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BlueNebula Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/16/03 1:40pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	PART TWO: Sitting in the cockpit of the Sand Shadow, Threepio watched through the viewport as the snow drifted down to cover the wretched city outside. As he did, he came to a sudden, startling realization: The universe hated him. It was so simple that he was surprised he'd never seen it before. How else to explain all the times he'd been chased, shot at, or dragged from one bad situation to the next? Grallonis was simply the latest link in that chain. And why was he here? Because Captain Solo--who hadn't been seen in civilized society in nearly a month--had contacted Master Luke about some "urgent business". Foolishness. What could possibly be that urgent? The Empire was dead. Black Sun was no more. The Geonosian Uprising, the Chiss Invasion...all had been dealt with. To be called out to this forsaken place simply because of Captain Solo's cryptic request... It wasn't that he disliked Captain Solo. Well, not much, anyway. It was just that bad things always seemed to happen when the Corellian was around. Why was he the only one to realize it? In fact, the only one who was more of a trouble magnet was the useless little rustbucket puttering around at the navicomputer at the rear of the cockpit. "Something's going to go wrong Artoo," Threepio said. "I can feel it." Artoo twittered at him. "No I don't always say that." Artoo blatted as he trundled over to a computer terminal and jacked in. "Well, of course I trust Master Luke and Mistress Leia. But what if something happens to them? What will become of us? Of me? This place doesn't exactly appear droid friendly." Artoo bleeped. "That's not very funny, Artoo. I wish people would stop leaving me in the dark in these situations. Better yet, I wish they'd stop putting me into these situations at all!" Threepio pondered a moment. "Wait a minute. I'll send a probe out! Yes! That's what I'll do. I'll pinpoint the location of Master Luke's last transmission, and send out a probe. That way I can monitor the situation without disturbing him." Artoo moaned skeptically. "Just to be on the safe side, of course. I'm sure he'll understand. Now, let's see...I've seen Master Luke do this before..." Threepio looked over the array of buttons on the console before him. His hand drifted back and forth in the air above them as he tried to recall the proper sequence. Before he could decide, several lights sprang to life on the display, and a small hatch opened up on the nose of the ship, just beyond the viewport. A small, circular probe floated up out of the opening. An optical lens irised open on the front of the orb, while a pair of transmission antennae rose up at its back. Then, beeping and humming to itself, the probe drifted away into the snowy air. Threepio swivelled his seat around. "Artoo, I was going to do that!" Artoo's response was decidedly unflattering. "No, I would not have blown up the ship! Oh, just turn on the display." A small monitor lit up, showing the video feed from the probe, as it zipped along over the rooftops. "Filthy place," Threepio said. Artoo beeped. "Well, yes, I suppose the snow is pretty..." Eventually, the probe came to a stop, hovering over a building with a flickering sign above the door. A few people drifted in and out of the building, but there was no sign of Master Luke or Mistress Leia. From the probe's vantage, they could see a portion of the street behind the building, up near the top of the monitor display. As Threepio watched, a speeder left the rear of the building. "There!" Threepio said. "Circle around to the back, Artoo..." Artoo trilled at him. "Well, it's my time to waste, now, isn't it?" Threepio snapped. "Just do it." Artoo sent the command, and the probe drifted around in a slow arc, revealing the narrow street at the back of the building. Another speeder was parked back there, with several men--a human, and a pair of Rodians--lugging what appeared to be an unconscious person wrapped up tightly in a cloak, face hidden, toward the back seat. And there, standing next to them... "Good heavens, Artoo. Is that Captain Solo? Zoom in! Zoom in, you idiot!" The camera's view zoomed in to reveal that it was, indeed, Captain Solo, watching the process disinterestedly. "Whatever is going on?" Threepio wondered. The men carrying the unconscious form shifted their grip as they tried to fit it through the speeder's door. As they did, the person's hood spilled open to reveal a face. Threepio jerked back in his seat. "My goodness! Master Luke!" The three men finished loading Master Luke into the speeder, then slipped in after him. Captain Solo dropped into the driver's seat, sealed up the door, and the speeder began to move away. "Oh, I knew it!" Threepio said. "Something's gone wrong!" Artoo twittered, and sent the probe in pursuit. "No, I don't see Mistress Leia either. Do you suppose they've got her in there, too? Oh, this is dreadful. Dreadful!" Immediately, all the controls on the Sand Shadow's consoles lit up, and the engines began to thrum. "What in blazes do you think you're doing, Artoo?" Threepio said. Artoo bleeped. "Rescuing them? Have you completely lost your senses? We don't even know that they need rescuing. Captain Solo was there, after all, and..." Artoo blatted. "Well, yes, it did look somewhat suspicious, but even if you're right, we can contact the authorities. They can handle this." Artoo's response was curt. "How do you know there isn't time? Besides, this isn't an X-Wing, Artoo. You're not qualified to pilot a ship of this complexity!" Artoo tootled confidently. "What do you mean, 'How hard can it be'?! I demand you shut this ship down at once!" The little astromech ignored him, and the ship lifted smoothly off of the landing pad, then turned toward the east and began to accelerate. Threepio buckled himself in as the Shadow sped across the city skies, homing in on the probe's signal. "Why didn't I stay with the Ewoks?" he lamented. "Living as a god wouldn't have been that bad..." A couple of minutes later, the ship was skimming the rooftops above a particular street. Ahead and below them, Threepio could see Captain Solo's speeder. "There they are!" he exclaimed, pointing. "There they are, Artoo!" Farther ahead, Threepio saw that the street emptied out into a large square. With a burst of speed, Artoo sent the Shadow racing ahead, passing Captain Solo's speeder below, and dropped the ship down into the square. Hovering just above the ground, he swivelled the Shadow to face the oncoming speeder. "Artoo...what exactly is your plan?" In answer, the forward cannons--in their recessed housings beneath the nose of the ship--began to power up. "Artoo...I'm not sure I like this plan..." The cannons opened fire, unleashing a barrage of blazing red bolts that tore up the ground directly in front of the speeder. Chunks of concrete scattered into the air, clanging off the speeder, which tried to swerve to avoid the attack; but a couple of laser blasts lanced out and demolished one of the vehicle's stabilizers, sending it careening out of control. It smashed into a wall, and crumpled to the snowy ground, lying askew. "You idiot, Artoo! You're supposed to be saving Master Luke and Mistress Leia, not killing them!" As the cannons powered down, and the last echoes of their fury rippled away in the cold air, Threepio anxiously watched the speeder, the square, the skies. Nothing moved--which only heightened his anxiety. He almost jumped out of his seat when Artoo bleeped at him. "What? No, I am not going out there to investigate! Are you insane?" Artoo burbled as he extended the landing gear and set the ship down. "Very funny. This is your big rescue--you go do it." More bleeping from Artoo. "I can handle the weaponry on this ship perfectly well, thank you very much, while you go and--" Artoo interrupted with a scornful twitter. "That was an accident, and you know it. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was inside that building. Master Luke completely understood. Now stop pestering me--there's nothing you can say that will get me to go out there." Artoo let out a furious flurry of beeps and whistles. "You wouldn't dare," Threepio said, aghast. Artoo simply looked at him with his unblinking photoreceptor. "Ohhhh...very well." Threepio gave up, rising from his seat. "Evil little monster." Artoo gave a satisfied twitter and lowered the ship's access ramp. Muttering gloomily to himself, Threepio picked up a comlink and made his way back to the ramp. He shuffled down it and began to slosh through the snow toward the speeder. As he did, he wondered what it would be like when the authorities melted him down for participating in this. Would they have the decency to turn him off first? Or would they simply hurl him into the molten vat with the rest of the scrap? Maybe they'd break him into pieces first--he might melt faster that way... He reached the speeder, and found the door control. At his touch, the door lifted open with a straining of gears, and Threepio peered inside. Captain Solo was slumped over the steering controls, groaning, with a gash in his forehead trickling blood down his cheek. In the back, Master Luke lay on one seat, still unconscious, while beside him the two Rodians and the human were sprawled in a tangled heap--but they were beginning to stir. In fact, the human--a rather unsavory specimen, Threepio thought, with that scarred, bewhiskered face--blinked and looked right at him; but his gaze was unfocused, bleary. At least for the moment. "Artoo!" Threepio blurted into the comlink. "They're starting to wake up. What do I do? What do I do?" Artoo's response sounded tinny over the small receiver. "What? Yes, they have weapons. Stun them? Of course!" Threepio reached in and grabbed the blaster from one of the Rodian's hip holsters. Inadvertently, he hit the trigger, sending a red bolt punching through the roof of the speeder. "Oh, my!" he cried, almost dropping the weapon. Artoo's response was instant. "Yes, I know that was the wrong button, you idiot!" Threepio answered testily. He switched the gun to stun mode, pointed it at the human and tightened his finger on the trigger. The blue ring of the stun beam shot out and hit the man; his eyes rolled up and he keeled over into unconsciousness. Threepio turned the weapon on the two Rodians; then, after a moment's hesitation, shot Captain Solo as well. For some reason, that last one felt oddly satisfying... "Artoo, something's not right, here," Threepio said, examining the inside of the speeder more closely. "I see Master Luke, but...there's no sign of Mistress Leia anywhere! Wherever could she be, Artoo?" -----signature----- You are what you choose to be--"The Iron Giant"
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BlueNebula Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/16/03 1:45pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	PART THREE: Everything was darkness, and Leia didn't want to leave. She floated in it, buoyed by it, engulfed by it, a pleasant lassitude filling her every cell. And the darkness sang to her--a faint, humming drone lulling her, trying to drag her back into unconsciousness. But something important was happening; she had to concentrate. Something about Han? And Luke...? Despite her efforts, she drifted back into sleep for a few minutes more, then struggled toward consciousness again. This time, with a supreme effort of will, she opened her eyes, blearily looked around. She was lying on scuffed metal deckplates in what looked to be a small cargo hold. The cloying scent of old tabac seemed to permeate the dimly-lit room. An archway just across from her opened out into a brightly lit hallway, and the floor beneath her thrummed familiarly; she was on a ship, then, in hyperspace from the feel of it. She tried to stretch her limbs, and frowned at the difficulty. Glancing down, she saw why: her hands and lower arms were encased, immobilized, by a huge silvery manacle. The readouts on the manacle's code control blinked regularly; a similar manacle encased her legs beneath the knee. Not surprisingly, she also saw that her lightsaber and blaster were missing. Han Solo, she thought, as the memories came trickling back, you're a dead man. With a bit of difficulty, she squirmed into a sitting position, and leaned back against the wall with a sigh. Luke? she called out silently. Luke, are you out there? There was no response. Either he was too far distant, unconscious, or....No. She'd know if he were dead. She took deep, calming breaths, tried to focus her thoughts. So Han had turned her over to this "Covenant" of his. The Force knew that there were enough people already that wanted the Skywalker twins delivered up, so what was one more? But to have Han do it...she couldn't believe it. No--she wouldn't believe it. Despite their disagreements--and there had been plenty--she couldn't conceive of him ever doing such a thing to her. Not even at his worst. There had to be an explanation. A stupid, pig-headed, Corellian explanation, for which she'd make him rue the rest of his days, once she got her hands on him--but an explanation, nonetheless. The alternative was unthinkable. As Leia pondered this, the murmur of voices drifted through the archway. She turned her attention to them, gradually distinguishing two speakers: a man and a woman. "--didn't think the Corellian could do it," the man said. "You never trust anyone, do you Liam?" the woman replied. "Not if I can help it," Liam said. Leia stretched out with the Force, and determined that the speakers were perhaps fifteen feet away--no doubt in the cockpit of the ship. But there was something odd about them. Their presence in the Force was indistinct...slippery. Her probes kept sliding right by them, giving her only the barest hint of them. Puzzled, she tried again, but could do no better. "She's awake," Liam said. Leia gave a start, looking around. They must have a camera trained on her. "Well, well," the woman said with an amused lilt. "These Skywalkers are made of stern stuff--I figured she'd be out for at least another half hour..." Leia heard the clicking of boots on the deckplates of the hallway, coming nearer, and a man--Liam, she assumed--appeared in the archway. He was slightly older than Leia, his dark hair tied back in a short ponytail. His clothes were plain, non-descript; he could have blended in on any of a hundred worlds. A slim gold chain hung around his neck, with a small piece of rock, no bigger than Leia's thumbnail, depending from it. He crossed the room and looked down on her, arms crossed on his chest. "Welcome back, Leia Skywalker," he said with a faint smirk. "Leia Organa, actually," Leia said. "Don't you people do your homework?" "Your blood proclaims you a Skywalker." Liam shrugged, as if that answered everything. "You're with the Covenant, I take it." It wasn't a question. Liam nodded. "I am." "Where's my brother?" Liam grinned, but there was no friendliness in it. "You don't think we'd be fool enough to transport you both together, do you? Your brother's safely on his way on another ship." "On his way to where?" Liam simply looked at her. Leia pursed her lips. "Okay, then. Can you at least tell me what you plan to do with me?" "That's not for me to say. You'll find out soon enough." Leia gathered up her strength, her will. "I know what you want to do. You want to unlock. These. Manacles." As she spoke the words, she pushed out with the Force, struggling against that strange barrier that sheathed Liam, trying to influence his mind. Sweat popped out on her forehead, but she kept on pushing, harder than she ever had before. Liam stared at her a moment, then knelt, placing one hand near the control interface on the manacle around her arms. Leia permitted herself a faint smile of triumph--which vanished as Liam's other hand shot out and slapped her across the cheek, moving so fast she never even saw it coming. Leia was knocked to the floor, and she stared up at the man, more surprised than hurt. Liam's look, however, was coldly amused. "Don't try that again." "What was that?" the woman's voice called back to them. "If you hurt her, Liam, Brehl will have your spleen as an appetizer. He wasn't too pleased with what you did to the Wookiee, remember...?" "Relax, Teera. I'm just laying down the ground rules." "Oh, brilliant," Teera snapped back. "Why don't you come watch the instruments while I try to convince our guest that we're not all complete lunatics?" Liam gave Leia one last, warning look, then strode from the room. A few moments later, a Twi'lek woman came in. Leia recognized her as the waitress at the club--though she was wearing an outfit much less revealing, now. Leia also noticed that she, too, wore a small rock pendant around her neck. The Twi'lek sat down cross-legged on the floor next to Leia, as if they were simply two girls sharing gossip. "I'm Teera," she said. "I'm sure you are," Leia said, struggling to sit back up. "Here, let me help you," Teera said. She leaned forward, helped propped Leia up against the wall. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but, you know...it's just a precaution." "Heaven forbid I should be able to fight back," Leia said. A troubled look flitted across Teera's face. "He didn't hurt you, did he? He can get a little overzealous sometimes." She peered closely at Leia. "I've had worse," Leia sniffed. "Is there anything you need? Are you hungry? Thirsty?" "If you've got an extra escape pod lying around, I'd be happy to take that off your hands..." Teera grinned. "Sorry. Fresh out." "Doesn't surprise me," Leia said. She paused. "I do have a question, though." "What?" "How often do you two practice this whole 'good officer, bad officer' routine of yours? Because it's really quite impressive." Teera regarded her a moment, then started to laugh, rocking back and forth. "Oh, I like you, Leia. I do indeed." She rose lithely to her feet. "Don't worry. This isn't nearly as bad as you think. You'll see." She slipped out of the room then, leaving Leia alone with her thoughts. What have you gotten me into now, Han? Leia wondered. She'd find out soon enough, she supposed. She summoned up her energy, cast her mind out through the Force again. If what her captors had said about Luke was true, she was probably wasting her time. But she had to try. Luke, she called, can you hear me? Luke...? -----signature----- You are what you choose to be--"The Iron Giant"
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Jedi_Liz Title: Former CR Lincoln NE, USA Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 3/16/03 2:55pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	looks good I hope you'll have time to post more. -----signature----- Current Fic: Lightswords of Fury: Special Edition - L/M Romance http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/24270936/ Chapter 19 posted on 7/21/08 Coming SOON: Mara Jade of Chandrila Grove Coming SOON to SAGA Fanfic
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LeiaSkywalker Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 3/16/03 4:09pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	This story is really good, BlueNebula! I've always thought Leia should have trained as a Jedi after ROTJ. Can't wait for the next post! -----signature----- "You assume too much"- Queen Amidala of the Naboo "Rule two. Assumption is the mother of all screw ups. Never assume anything. "-Mara Jade I came to the conclusion that nobody understands me if they're not a star wars fan There is the Force.
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Sara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 3/16/03 4:23pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	BlueNebula, this is just fantastic. You give the feeling that you're watching a movie as you read along. -----signature----- Fall of the Knight (OT, PT, AU, Obi-Wan, Leia, Han) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29025519/p1/?74
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 3/16/03 11:14pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	Glad to see this one up and running again. Love the premise. -----signature----- Short Story: Pressure Point http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26961243/p1/?7 Jacen Solo and Anakin Skywalker - as it should have been. TFF: Cheryl
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Shloz Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 3/17/03 2:47am Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	I'll second RebelMom on that. Bring it on! -----signature----- Episode III: Palpatine's "Road Map to Peace" with the Separatists... and to Empire. Support those who battle today's evil - terrorism. "So I said to him, 'George, the third film was a flop. Cute, little, bear-things?!'"
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crystalrain Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 3/17/03 3:04am Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	Looks interesting. I would have missed this if you hadn't reposted.
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Sock_of_Darth_Vader Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 3/18/03 1:55pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	This is interesting. I like Leia as a Jedi, so soon after RotJ. Lots of things coming to light with the board split! -----signature----- All your privets are belong to us. Catré, Handmaiden of the Crest. I'm the mini-oba! Fic in Bio. http://a-larger-world.com : Star Wars fanfiction http://catofthejedi.users.btopenworld.com Star Wars is a two-trilogy saga; everything else is optional.
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crystalrain Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 3/20/03 12:03am Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	upsies.
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crystalrain Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 3/24/03 1:01am Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	upsies again.
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Jaya Solo Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 3/25/03 5:52pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	Great story! I really like it. -----signature----- Padawans: DreamingIce, LostJedi26 Restoring Order: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24000645 Green Eyes 4: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=24195159 Palpatine's Blog: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25399668
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Solo_Fan Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 4/5/03 10:41pm Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	Great story so far. I hope it turns out that Han has not betrayed Luke and Leia. Like others, I like the fact that Leia has been working on her Jedi skills Looking forward to reading more! -----signature----- Believe it or not, but I like the NJO books. "Han, we had our first kiss in the belly of a space slug. Believe me when I say that my expectations of doing anything remotely romantic with you have never been particularly high." - Leia in "NJO: Refugee"
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BlueNebula Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/6/03 11:30am Subject: RE: Inheritance (Jedi Leia)
	Thanks, everyone! I've finally had some time to start tinkering with the next post, so it shouldn't be too terribly much longer (I hope ) -----signature----- You are what you choose to be--"The Iron Giant"
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