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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/7/03 10:04am Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 21 is up 06/04/03 Ben Skywalker Anakin Solo and gang
	joy_noel Just want you to know that I'm still here and keeping up. You're continuing to do great work Zara. I'm glad to see you joy_noel. Thanks. Aimeer9 Good Post, Zara. Can't wait for the rescue or the attempt of it and for truth to come out about Analsa. Yes truth will be revealed. Something I hope none of you have guessed at. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/9/03 12:07pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 21 is up 06/04/03 Ben Skywalker Anakin Solo and gang
	Upping with a thanks to Shloz for his beta work. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/9/03 2:07pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 21 is up 06/04/03 Ben Skywalker Anakin Solo and gang - Date Edited: 6/10/03 5:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ZaraValinor
	Chapter 22: That’s What I’m Afraid Of Throbbing. That was the only way to describe how Leia felt. Her entire body beat in time with her blood, and she was sure she had sustained a concussion when the Yuuzhan Vong Devotees had hit her. It was evident by the way the room pirouetted every time she marginally turned her head, and the way her stomach lurched as though she were in free fall. Jaina, Jacen, and Tahiri had done everything they could, as well as Leia herself, but still she knew she was not one hundred percent, and probably wouldn’t be until she saw a proper medic. The truth was that Leia probably would have been healed by now, but she was distracted by her worry for her grandchildren, the fact that not even Jaina could tell exactly where they were, and that her grandchildren had the same ability as her children at finding themselves in the worst of situations. It made her shiver to think of the things the Yuuzhan Vong had been known to do when they first infiltrated the galaxy. These Yuuzhan Vong were no different, just more desperate. Leia stole a look at her daughter. Jaina was sitting in Jag’s arms, biting her lip nervously, Jag rocking Jaina back and forth as though she were as small as Tad. Through the Force, Jaina had been trying to track Tad and Auni, but it appeared that Luke had taught his niece’s children too thoroughly. They kept pulling in deeply - whether because they were hiding and it was instinct that they hide their mind or some deeper ability, Jaina could not tell. Jaina caught her mother’s studious gaze. “How are you feeling?” “As good as can be expected,” Leia answered evenly, so as not to strengthen Jaina’s fears with her own. Her astute daughter caught it anyway. “Now I understand what you must have felt when Jacen, Anakin, and I used to get into all the trouble we did.” “I’d like to withdraw my participation in the cause of trouble,” Jacen chirped in. “I seem to remember that it was you and Anakin leaping into every situation blindly, I just got caught in the cross fire.” To the side of him, Tahiri was laid flat, her enlarged stomach made more obvious by her position, and Jacen was exhibiting the same sort of protective worry that Jaina was. Tahiri was not well. In fact, she could go into labor at any time, which made them all the more ready to leap at the smallest of moans that came from her. Leia and her children were doing what the Solo family did whenever there was a crisis: they buried it under a veneer of jocularity. “You three were always the model of perfect Jedi children, as long as you were in sight of me, your father, or your aunt and uncle,” Leia chimed. She put on a sly grin, tinted with irony. “Of course, those times you were out of our sight, I used to wish that when you had children they would be just like you.” Jaina turned away from her, her eyes shutting to squeeze out the tears harbored in them, the salt water streaming down her cheeks with reckless abandon. Jag’s arms went to tighten around her, but she rocketed out of them, leaping to her feet, and pacing the floor like a caged animal. “Jai,” Jag whispered, not moving to comfort his wife. Leia was glad to see that her son- in-law could read her daughter’s moods so well. Jaina did not want to be comforted now - she wanted action, and in their current situation that was not a possibility, so she was left to this minimal physical activity. “We’ve got to get out of here,” Jaina murmured, rubbing the skin of her forehead to blot out the pain. “My children are out there with cold, heartless killers.” Her brandy-brown eyes flickered to meet the identical ones of her brother. “They have already killed children.” “Yet we know they’re still alive,” Jag reminded her. It amazed Leia sometimes how trusting Jag was. He could not feel his children in the same way that Jaina did, was as Force-blind as Han was, and yet they both trusted their sensitive wives implicitly. It endeared her son-in-law all the more to her to see this similarity to her husband. It was one of the few that could be applied to Jag and Han. They were about as opposite as her and Jaina. Tahiri stirred next to Jacen, and he scooted closer to her, rubbing a gentle hand over her forehead. “It’s alright,” he whispered into her ear, the sound of his voice soothing her. “Sorry, Jacen,” Jaina whispered. “I just can’t stand this waiting.” As Jacen opened his mouth, Jaina held up a finger in a very good imitation of her father. “And don’t you dare start to preach to me. I’ve been a Jedi for over a decade, I don’t need you to start acting the Master.” “I wouldn’t think of it,” Jacen said dryly. “But pacing around the room isn’t going to help.” Jaina gave him a saccharine smile. “Funny, that sounded like preaching to me.” “I call it unsolicited advice,” Jacen shot back. Jacen was drawing Jaina’s mind away from her worries, and Leia was grateful. The moment her twins were born she knew that they would be connected on a tighter level than she could ever achieve with them. Seeing them, the way they interacted, the way that Jacen could swing Jaina’s mood, the way she just smiled at his manipulations, it made Leia miss Luke all the more. It seemed to hit her more and more as time passed that she was not going to see her beloved twin for some time. Would Luke have been able to foresee this crisis? Or had he when he stepped down, knowing that he would have to prepare the future, his son, for such a desperate time? If Luke had lived, would he have stopped this himself, or was it meant for Ben and Anakin to bring balance? Leia thought of her son chasing after his young and frightened cousin, and of Ben who had such a great and terrible ability that he was trying to run away from it. She wondered briefly if Anakin had found Ben, if her son and nephew would be coming to save them. It seemed that Ben would have seen this in a vision, this important event that was building in the Force, the fate of decision weighing on it heavily. And Anakin would be by his side, as Master, confidant, and cousin, the reborn Jedi Knight who had been a hero of legend amongst the younger students at the Temple. So much power, so much heartache. Yet, even now, Anakin was being guided by the whims of Nefarion through his apprentice, the Lady Sarlana, the girl Leia was sure Anakin had begun to fall in love with, even as he claimed he still loved Tahiri. Leia had seen something in Analsa Vinn, the disguised Sith Apprentice, something that she had seen in her own family during their brief brushes with the Dark Side. An ability to come back to the light. The girl had called her Padami, and for some reason that name had sent tremors through Leia. What tenuous thread held this all connected? Try as she might, Leia could not deduce anything from the Force. Every time she tried to follow the feeling of that name, she ran up against what was literally a mental block. But as she flitted along those waves of the Force, she caught onto something unexpected, and it sent shivers of delight through her, at the same time plunging her into further worry. The Dark Wave she and Luke had sensed while Ben had been on Tatooine had crashed, but now the tethers were being thrown out. And Leia was prepared to grab on for dear life. [/hr] “I think they’ve passed, Tad,” Aunecah said, clutching her brother close to her as she and Tad melted against one of the tighter alcoves of the Jedi Temple. The brother and sister had been hiding from the Yuuzhan Vong Devotees for what had seemed more like weeks than the days they had been shifting from place to place. They had scrounged food from the different apartments that had been emptied, and snuck to the laundry every night to sleep, or at least to attempt to. Both children had large dark circles hanging under their eyes from the lack of sleep, but both were often too frightened to get more than just a few hours’ at a time. Auni more than Tad, for she did not want to leave her little brother to his own devices if the Yuuzhan Vong were to find them. Next to her chest, Tad’s head shook back and forth. “Not yet, Auni,” he whispered in the exaggerated way that the very young do. Aunecah stiffened, subconsciously drawing her and Tad further back into the shadows. Tad could sense the Yuuzhan Vong in the Force, could feel where they were, and despite her other senses he was telling her that they were still around. “Where, Tad?” she hissed the question. “Close,” he said, his green eyes closed tight with concentration. “We need to be very quiet.” It no longer surprised Aunecah when Tad sounded older than his three years, she had gotten used to the way he could some times sound like Mom or Dad, or Benny and Uncle Luke. Perhaps she was the only one, with the exception of Benny, who knew that her brother was special in the Force, very much like her cousin was. If Auni understood this, she also understood that Tad was still her little brother, and needed her protection. “Tad...” Aunecah started again, but Tad’s little hand came to slap against her mouth, silencing her most effectively. He arched his head around and brought a chubby finger to his lips. “They’re closer,” he mouthed. Fear was something that Aunecah had been taught to deal with, something that she was supposed to not let affect her thinking, but just the look of the Yuuzhan Vong frightened her to near hysterics. These were not like the Yuuzhan Vong friend that Anakin and Ben had brought to their classes, these Vong purposefully destroyed themselves. Auni had caught a glimpse of their smashed noses, the many scars that marred their skin, and the tattooing that matched the scars. She was beginning to wish that they had just let themselves be caught and then they could be with Momma and Papa, but Tad had insisted that they keep running, and for some reason that Auni couldn’t fathom she had listened to him. Now there were far too many tattooed Yuuzhan Vong around the place where they had sensed their parents, Grandma, and Aunt and Uncle. It was several heartbeats before the Yuuzhan Vong that Tad had sensed made their presence known, passing the small alcove that the Fel children had stashed themselves into. There were four of them, tall, much taller than her and Tad, and they clutched slithering amphistaffs in their hands. They waved like the ocean seaweed they had seen under the waters of Mon Calamari, but unlike the seaweed, Tad and Auni pushed as far away from the creatures as they possibly could. Auni couldn’t tell if it was Tad shaking or herself. Fear permeated the Force, and she knew that it came from not only her and her brother, but from others who had been captured by the Vong. She gasped for air at the intense emotion that shot back at her every time she touched the Force. Unfortunately, it was loud enough for the nearby Yuuzhan Vong to hear, and they started towards them. “Auni, we have to use the Force,” Tad still whispered despite the fact that she had given away their location. She grasped her brother’s hand. “I can’t feel them,” she said, frustrated. The Yuuzhan Vong were getting closer. Tad grabbed her other hand and squeezed his green eyes shut once again, his smooth chubby face creasing in concentration. Then she felt his mind reach out to hers, binding with it, before throwing it at the approaching Yuuzhan Vong. The Force was like a globe of light to Auni, running through the Yuuzhan Vong and spilling them on their feet. Tad’s eyes rocketed open. “Run, Auni!” Aunecah didn’t need to be told twice, she ran so fast that she was pulling Tad behind her, despite the recent wounds to her legs. “I felt them, Tad. I felt them in the Force,” she said with a giddy smile on her face, even as she heard and felt the Yuuzhan Vong recover from Tad’s Force-attack. He returned her smile with a weary one of his own. “That’s not all, Auni. Benny’s here.” [/hr] “What is it with our family and garbage?” Anakin asked Ben, shaking refuse off of his boot, as they waded through the underground tunnels of his plan. “Be grateful we aren’t in the former sewage tunnels, or that a dianoga isn’t slithering around in here,” Ben retorted slyly. Anakin made a disgusted face at him. “Nice.” “You two, quit playing,” Keorra said, looking back as both Ben and Anakin danced around the tunnel, trying to dodge the piles of garbage. “We are performing a rescue.” “And my, what an incredible smell you’ve discovered,” Analsa joined in, her nose wrinkled against the stench. Ben had been using the Force to block the stench, but he thought even the Force wasn’t a powerful enough entity to knock this smell away. It choked him even now, bringing stinging tears to his eyes. “Don’t worry, we’re not too far from the opening that leads up to the Temple. I doubt that the turbolift is going to work, but there is a worker’s ladder not too far from it.” “I’ve located where they’ve got my mother, Jacen, Jaina, and Tahiri stowed,” Anakin said. “Me too. But the thing that worries me is that Auni and Tad aren’t with them. And I just felt a large flux of the Force that originated from Tad. Don’t expect it to be a picnic up there,” Ben warned his three companions. “You have no idea,” Analsa murmured. Anakin frowned. “What was that?” “We have no idea,” Analsa said, louder this time. Ben exchanged a glance with Keorra. They were both aware of the dichotomy that Analsa Vinn presented. Both knew that because of Anakin’s feeling for the older girl, Analsa could easily hurt him. Keorra thought it funny that Ben felt so protective of his older cousin, but if any one understood an inkling of what Anakin was going through, it was Ben. He just hoped that Anakin had adjusted enough in his search for Ben to deal with anything the changed galaxy could throw at him. “I’ve been thinking,” Ben started, as they trudged through the sludge that had been deteriorating for the last few decades since Coruscant was terraformed by the Yuuzhan Vong. He was beginning to wonder how he ever played down here as a child. Maybe when you were a child your olfactory sense did not work as it did when you advanced closer to adulthood. “We should split up when we get to the Temple. Anakin, you know it well enough by now to reach your family and release them. You take Analsa with you, while me and Keorra start to release the other Jedi.” Anakin seemed to think on this for a moment. “I know you’re right, but I can’t like it. “The more Jedi we have loose the more that can create havoc and start taking back the Temple,” Ben argued, as he leaped over a rather large hunk of garbage with the grace of a dancer. “This is my Dad’s dream, I’m not about to let a bunch of Devotee Yuuzhan Vong and their puppet dancer Sith run it over.” “And what makes you think you can stop them?” Analsa asked pointedly. “I can’t, not alone,” Ben said, seizing Analsa’s eyes in the seas of his own. “To bring balance, we each have a part to play. Even you, Analsa Vinn.” She seemed slightly taken aback by his words, which meant that she was more affected than what her body language eluded to. “And what part do I have to play?” she said, as off-handedly as she could. Ben stopped and looked back at her. “That has yet to be foreseen, Analsa. Perhaps your future has yet to be decided. Consider yourself lucky. Choice is the greatest gift of the Force.” “Or its greatest curse,” Analsa snapped back. Silence followed them as they moved through the tunnels, until Ben sighted the access ladder that would lead them up into the Temple. “This is it. Keorra, you cover me while I make headway.” Keorra’s violet-hued eyes begged him to be careful, and he tried to convey assurance in his own. Purposefully, she yanked her blaster from her thigh holster. There were so many things he wanted to say to her. He wanted to tell her how much he appreciated the sacrifices she had made for him, how much he had come to care for her, but he only nodded his thanks as she gestured him forward. It was too dangerous for him to let her know the workings of his heart, or at least admit them out loud. It would only make things worse for her once he went Kalla. With the ability of his training, Ben leaped for the ladder and muscled his way up each rung before his feet could take some of his weight. He replayed the memories of his youth, when he used to pretend that these tunnels were the greatest adventures, when one day he would be a Jedi Knight like his parents. It was only when he had entered his teenage years that he had begun to doubt the rightness of his path. Although he had made his decision so few years ago on Naboo, he realized that he had never truly believed in it. Not even now, as he worked to save the dream his father had built. Nearing the top, he recognized the grate that would lead to the kitchens, and called upon the Force to unlatch it and then move it out of the way. He stuck his head out into the kitchen and looked around the darkened area with more than just his eyes; there wasn’t even a sound. Turning back, he whispered, “It’s all clear.” He levered himself to the top, standing in an automatic battle-ready stance, as though his mother were still standing beside him, judging his movements. His eyes closed as he imagined both his parents there standing beside him. Is this my path, Mom? Is this the right choice to make, Dad? But the imaginations of his heart could not answer him as his real parents could have before their deaths. He only had the memory of them to cling to. Not only memory, my son, an impossible voice filled his head. “Father?” he breathed, unable to believe his ears. “What?” Keorra said, as she came up the access hatch. I really am going crazy, Ben thought as he shook his head. “Nothing. Just thinking out loud.” “As long as you’re not talking to yourself,” Keorra teased lightly. She stepped out of the way as Analsa and Anakin began to come up. She looked into the depths of his eyes. “Something has saddened you.” “It just hit me again that my father will never again walk these halls that he worked so hard to build. He deserved something better than the fate Nefarion gave him,” he said, shaking his had. Keorra touched his cheek. “He entrusted his legacy to you, Skywalker.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Ben muttered. They stepped away from each other as Analsa came all the way into the kitchen area, Anakin just a second behind her. For a moment the two companions stared at each other in silence, each knowing what had to be done, each reluctant to begin what could very well kill one of them. Anakin finally broke the silence. “I’ll rescue the family.” “And I’ll head for the Council,” Ben finished for him. [/hr] Anakin was more than a little hesitant to separate from Ben, knowing that Nefarion had looked for such an opening on Bellalt to kidnap his cousin. Yet he knew that Ben must face this, must work to release the Jedi or he would never feel complete, just as he himself had to face these Devotees that were so close to the Yuuzhan Vong that had nearly killed him fifteen years ago. It was eerie walking through the overly quiet and dimmed halls of the Jedi Temple. It was the first place after Tatooine that he had been to, and it felt very much like home to him, like the old days in the Massassi Temple, before the Yuuzhan Vong war, when all he had to worry about was what mess Tahiri or his older siblings were going to get him into next. Even the Yuuzhan Vong war seemed simple and uncomplicated compared to what they were facing now. Who would have thought it, Sith and Yuuzhan Vong working together to thwart the Republic? Together, he and Analsa prowled the empty corridors, following the sense of his family that Anakin had picked up as soon as they had entered hyperspace. He had kept his and Ben’s arrival secret until they were actually in the Temple, seeing as he was unaware of his family’s current state. He had not wanted to give anything away to the Yuuzhan Vong Devotees, and he was still unsure how much they knew about him and Ben. If Nefarion was running the game, it was definite that he would have prepared the Yuuzhan Vong for their possible arrival. This is too easy, he thought. He and Analsa had not even met up with any of the Devotees yet, and he would have expected them much earlier. But his doubts were dimmed as he neared the bright Force-spot of his family. He could sense Yuuzhan Vong surrounding them, at least two handfuls. He yanked his lightsaber out, and nodded for Analsa to bring her blaster to bear. “How many of them?” she whispered. “I’ve got at least ten.” He nodded. “That’s what I’ve got.” He eyed her sharply. “Keep behind me. And be careful.” “Sure,” she said, giving him an easy nod. Anakin wasn’t satisfied. “I mean it, Analsa. You have a way of getting yourself into trouble.” She grabbed his hand briefly, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and he remembered her words back on Naboo. She loved him. And he recognized that his worry sprouted from the same feeling. “I promise, I’ll be careful. Trust me, Anakin.” If he loved her, why did he get the sudden sense that he should do anything but trust her? “Alright. I’ll take the lead, you stay behind and keep them off my back. Once I’m inside, you keep a lookout, while I check the situation.” Analsa dropped his hand as she nodded, making a show of leveling her blaster at the nearest Yuuzhan Vong Devotee. “Whenever you’re ready, Solo.” Anakin didn’t give a signal, just leaped at the Yuuzhan Vong as his violet-hued lightsaber burned into existence. On the hyperspace jump over, Ben had modified his blade so that it would have the higher density to match Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology. Ben’s modifications did not disappoint, as the violet blade cut through the nearest amphistaff, leaving it in two pieces struggling in its death throes. “Jeedai,” one of the ten Yuuzhan Vong screamed loudly, only to be cut off by a well-placed blast from Analsa. Anakin didn’t take the time to appreciate Analsa’s blaster skills, but continued to work through the Yuuzhan Vong with the Force as his ally. It was here, in the midst of the Force, that he felt truly himself, not a stranger in some other galaxy. His body moved without thought, his lightsaber was a blur of motion as it met amphistaffs and arms and legs of the Devotees. The Devotees had not been prepared for the Jedi to fight back now, having trusted surprise previously, and they fell quickly under Anakin’s blade. He glanced quickly at Analsa as she began to round up the injured Yuuzhan Vong Devotees under the muzzle of her blaster. Satisfied that she had them covered, Anakin punched in the access code that he had been issued upon his arrival at the Temple months ago. He slipped through the door as it opened and almost immediately shut behind him. “Anakin,” his mother cried, and rocketed to her feet, swooning for a moment as she did. Anakin moved without thought and embraced her. “Are you alright? What happened?” he asked, as he looked around behind her, checking up on the rest of his family. She backed up a little to gaze at him with all the pride of a mother. “My head had a little run-in with a Yuuzhan Vong amphistaff. I have a concussion, but I’m so glad to see you.” “That makes two of us,” he replied. He helped lower her back to the ground. “Analsa’s outside guarding the door, so we’re okay here for a while. I guess it’s too much to ask if one of you is armed.” Jacen stood up with some trepidation and Anakin did not like the sympathy buried in his brother’s brandy-brown eyes. “Analsa is with you?” “Yes, of course, she’s outside. Ben’s heading for the Council room, and he’s going to start freeing the other Jedi. It’s time we made some chaos,” Anakin elucidated. But every member of his family went silent, as though afraid to speak for fear they would hurt him. “What is it?” he asked, fearing their time was growing short. Jacen took another step closer to Anakin, and Anakin had to fight down the urge to back away. This was his brother, he would never hurt him intentionally. “While you were gone, Jaina stumbled on a ship in the forest outside of the Temple. It belonged to the spy that is working with Nefarion.” “Good, so now we know how to keep Ben away from him,” Anakin said, trying to see where Jacen was going with this, even though deep down he already knew. “Anakin, Analsa is his apprentice. She’s been working with him from the beginning. Analsa isn’t really her name. It’s the Sith Lady Sarlana,” Jacen told him. Shaking his head, Anakin looked for confirmation from the rest of his family. “It can’t be possible.” Jaina stood up to join Jacen. “I’m sorry, Anakin. I wish it weren’t true, but I saw the holo-recording myself. It was Analsa’s voice that answered Nefarion back. And it’s Analsa that has been helping him every step of the way.” That dark lining around the bright core I sensed back on Naboo, he thought suddenly. She has been playing me like a fool the whole time. And I believed her. I believed she loved me. Anakin’s thoughts whirled around inside his head as he tried to think of what to do next. “Well, I must look incredibly stupid to you, Jacen,” Anakin said, lashing out at the one person he could. “Anakin, it’s not that at all. She had us all fooled,” Jacen tried to soothe his pain. “But she didn’t... she didn’t tell you...” he couldn’t say it. Not here, with Jacen next to the woman Anakin had once loved. “Stay here,” he said instead, and passed through the door once again. Analsa was outside waiting for him, and she offered him a smile that Anakin could see now to be as false as the rest of her. “How are they?” “Fine.” “Should we go join Ben?” she asked, not at all put off by his terse answer. “Why? The question, however, caused her beautiful features to wrinkle in confusion. “He could use our help.” “Or could Nefarion use it, to find him, Analsa?” Anakin asked. “Who are you, Analsa Vinn, or should I say Lady Sarlana?” -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 6/9/03 3:08pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	Great addition. Can't wait for Analese's response. -----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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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/9/03 5:45pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	RebelMom Great addition. Can't wait for Analese's response. Thanks RebelMom. Unfortunately, Analsa's more Sithly qualities are going to be let lose. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/10/03 5:34pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	Upping with Shloz's edits. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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Shloz Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/11/03 5:59am Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	Great posts! I like the Tad/Auni team. Tad is turning out to be quite the little Ben. Analsa is exposed. It's interesting to note that as she gets closer again to Nefarion's plots and actions, she lets her Sith attitudes kick back in again. You just said that we're about to see her more "Sithly qualities let loose". So, was it the subconscious effect of being back home on Naboo, and being reminded of Padme, that almost let her come back? I hope she can recover her true self again in time. For now, I suspect we're going to be forced to enjoy an Anakin/Analsa saber showdown... -----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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Aimeer9 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/11/03 12:15pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	ooohh! Can't wait for next post. I have no idea what she will do.
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joy_noel Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/11/03 8:32pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed
	Oh, that had to hit Anakin like a ton of bricks. Poor guy
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ZaraValinor Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/13/03 10:57pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 22 is up 06/09/03 Analsa's identity is revealed - Date Edited: 6/15/03 10:20am (1 edits total) Edited By: ZaraValinor
	Thanks all. [/hr] Chapter 23: It Is Too Late For Me All ten members of the Jedi Council had been locked in the Council room, and Ben had been able to identify them with little effort. After all, his father had been amongst them for most of Ben’s life, guiding them, teaching them to become the governing body of the Jedi Order. Still, after his father’s death he had seen the way the Council had floundered around, searching for their correct path. It seemed it was not only Ben that needed the guidance of Luke Skywalker. It was not overly difficult to deduce the pattern the Yuuzhan Vong Devotees were making. Large clumps of them guarded the makeshift cells they had crafted to stash the surprised Jedi Knights in; meanwhile, only small scanning groups wove through the large Temple, picking off any stray Jedi they had missed at first during their invasion. Ben and Keorra had passed over those who had put up more of a fight than the Devotees had cared to deal with. Keorra had once again been forced to pull Ben from the sight of the death that he had hoped to stop. With Ben’s ability to sense the Yuuzhan Vong in the Force, he and Keorra had managed to dodge the scanning groups, although at times Ben felt it was just an almost thing. He had not quite got to the point of sensing them the way that Anakin did, and was grateful that he could stay even the step ahead of them that he could. The Council chamber entrance was crowded with the Yuuzhan Vong Devotee guard Ben had expected. He looked back at Keorra, who was slouched against the wall next to him. “You want me to play bait?” he asked, hoping that she would change her mind and for once listen to him. She gave him the look his mother once gave him when he had been a child. “We’ve already been through this. If I go bursting in to the Council, they’re not going to trust me any further than they can throw me. They know you.” “That doesn’t necessarily mean they trust me,” Ben shot back. Rolling her eyes, she pulled both of her blasters. “You know what I mean. Besides, you aren’t the only one who has trained with Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology. I’m about as lethal as you are.” “If not more,” Ben added. Now her smile turned fond. “We’ll have to discuss that at a later time.” “What, you want another rematch? Isn’t one time rubbing my nose to the tile enough for you?” he asked, finding a smile of his own flittering to his lips. “I had an unfair advantage. The Force doesn’t call to me,” she countered. He nodded, trying to hide his discomfort at her mention of his visions. The now, he reminded himself. Live in the now, Skywalker. As long as he did, he need not worry about the future, except for when it hunted him. “Did you ever wish that it would?” he asked suddenly, watching her elfin features. Keorra shrugged, but Ben saw the underlying tension in it. “When I was younger, before I realized that I was a Soulreader. My parents took their path, Skywalker.” Her violet eyes, the color of Anakin’s lightsaber blade, flickered to the Council room doors. “There’s something in there, someone?” Ben asked, catching the flicker of her eyes before she centered them back on him. “That’s why you want to be the bait.” “We don’t have time to discuss this in committee,” Keorra whispered before pushing off the wall and running through the Yuuzhan Vong, taking several down without even a turn of her head. Ben admired her skill as she let an amphistaff coil around her arm, saw as her forearm muscles tensed, gaining control of the living weapon. She had not been overconfident when she had said that she was proficient in Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology. Keorra moved, as lethal as a vibroblade, but with the grace his mother had used as a dancer in Jabba's palace. As she brought the amphistaff to bear on one of the Yuuzhan Vong in a downward strike, Keorra leaped, kicking out her legs to catch two approaching Yuuzhan Vong and causing the two Devotees to sputter backward, caught off guard. Uncle Talon hadn't been wrong to compare Keorra to his mother, and he wondered yet again who it was she feared to see in the Council room. Drawing on the Force, Ben thrusted a hand out and blasted two of the Yuuzhan Vong away from Keorra, giving her the time she needed to break away and get the Yuuzhan Vong to follow her. She shot him a quick salute with the amphistaff before flipping back around another swinging amphistaff and tearing down the corridor opposite Ben, taking the Yuuzhan Vong with her. Ben formed a tentative link, so in the event she needed him he could feel it. Waiting for Keorra and the pursuing Devotees to gain some distance, Ben flicked his lightsaber on and plunged the blade through the High Council room's double doors. Red molten metal fell down to the floor, cooling at his feet, as he cut a door for himself. Snapping his right foot up, he kicked the metal away, letting it clump to the floor. He slipped into the doorway. “Ben,” Corran Horn said, as all ten remaining members of the High Council stood up to greet him. Fumbling to shut down his lightsaber and clip it to his belt, Ben bowed to the Jedi Master whose son he had caused to be killed. “Master Horn.” He couldn't say any more than that due to the sudden constriction in his throat. Valin had been Corran's pride and joy; the father-and-son Jedi team had never seemed to have displayed the same sort of antagonism that Luke and Ben Skywalker had from time to time. What could he possibly say to this man, who was like another uncle to him? Strong, warm, mellowing hands came to rest on Ben's shoulder. “It's alright, Ben.” Violently, Ben shook his head. “No. Valin and I... I never meant for him to die, Corran.” He did not need to see his eyes to know that the steel of emotion had colored them. So much death in so little time. He wondered how many would die for the ‘Chosen One’. Corran’s smile was achingly tragic. “Ben, you’re not to be blamed for that.” “I am so sorry, Corran,” he whispered, as tears sparkled in his grey-shot eyes. “For whatever it’s worth, Corran, I would have gladly given my own life in place of his.” Water began to brim in Corran’s own eyes. “I know, Ben. I know. And it does help.” Abruptly, Ben remembered the other surviving members of the High Council, and dashed at his tears, chagrined by his lack of discipline. Back to business once again, he took stock of the High Council room. It was evident that the Jedi side of the High Council had put up a good fight, by the many lacerations and bruises he could see. Studying their eyes, he could see the shimmer that resulted from drawing on the Force too deeply. He had seen it in his own eyes a number of times, but knew that these Masters were better equipped to deal with it. “Keorra has led your Devotee guard away. She’s pretty handy, but I don’t want to leave her too long. There’s a weapons locker not too far from here. We can rearm you that way,” Ben stated, once again pulling his lightsaber in preparation for the battle. Kyp Durron stepped forward, streaks of silver giving a dignified look to his long dark hair. “Keorra?” he asked; oddly, his face showed blank concern. Ben nodded absently, in the heat of the moment forgetting Keorra’s avoidance of the Council room. “Yes, Keorra Cereaslean. A friend of mine.” He looked at the non-Jedi side of the High Council. These beings were mainly diplomats, making the more governmental part of the Jedi Order, rather than the warrior aspect. He did not like the idea of leaving them behind unarmed, with the possibility of very angry Yuuzhan Vong Devotees returning. Cocking his mane of ruddy brown hair towards the non-Jedi, he addressed Corran and Kyp. “What about them? Will they be safe?” “They’ll be safer here than...” Corran started. Kyp cut him off. “Go help your friend, Ben. Corran and I’ll take care of this.” Ben frowned at the Jedi Master, ready to object, when Corran cut the opportunity off. “Is there any way you can tell if Keorra is all right, Ben?” Flickering his eyes closed in concentration, Ben centered on the link he had created with Keorra. A smile tugged at the ends of his full lips as he caught her emotions. “Oh yeah, she’s fine. In fact, I think she’s rather enjoying herself.” Corran gave his fellow Jedi Master a measuring look. “See, Kyp? Ben has it covered.” Why do I feel like the only one left in the dark? Ben thought. Hefting his lightsaber in his hand - the one that his grandfather, Obi-Wan Kenobi, had given to his father, the one that Luke had given to his future wife, and the one Ben had taken as a remembrance of his family - he headed for the makeshift door he had created. “We should leave now.” “Right,” Kyp said, shaking his head as though to clear it. Corran turned back to the High Council. “Kyp and I will go with Ben, and gather the weapons we need. Those of us who are Jedi, protect those who do not have a strong connection to the Force.” He glanced at Ben. “I hope you have a plan.” “It’s more like chaos,” Ben retorted. “Planned chaos.” He gave a helpless shrug of his shoulders. “Mainly, get as many Jedi released and armed as we can. We need a fighting force to retake the Temple.” As Kyp moved to organize them, Corran took him aside. “You saw this in a vision?” Ben’s reaction was much more visible than he would like it to be, his eyes turning the size of credit chips. “You know I’m a Seer?” “Your father told me shortly before he was killed.” At the fright in Ben’s face and presence, Corran was quick to continue. “I made your father a promise, the Council will not know until you wish it known.” A breath Ben hadn’t known he’d been holding flooded out of him, as well as the worry of being used to foresee the future. He didn’t want to seek the future - truth be told he never wanted to see it - but as a Jedi it was his duty to accept the Force and its will. “I appreciate that, Master Horn.” “Ready?” Kyp asked. Corran and Ben nodded their assent. Ben sent a probing wave of the Force searchingly through the corridor and the area around them, using his freshly acquired ability to sense the Yuuzhan Vong to pinpoint any Devotees. Satisfied that the area was safe, he stepped through the entryway he had created with his lightsaber. His eyes affirmed what his mind had already deduced, and he crouched into a battle-ready stance, moving slowly down the corridor, Corran and Kyp right behind him. The corridors were eerily quiet; Ben had gotten used to the hustle and bustle that had filled the Temple as more and more Jedi came to move in between perspective missions. The fact that the Temple’s population had been growing had lightened Ben’s heavy heart after the devastating events on Bellalt. Now to see the Jedi guarded by Devotees, prisoners in the very place that was supposed to be their lone place of safety and home, the Temple his parents had sacrificed so much for, seemed to bring the darkness back even stronger than before. Ben tested the waves of the Force, and shivered as he felt a presence he had only felt the day his father had been murdered. It had not yet landed on the Temple, but it was approaching, and rapidly. Time was drawing to a close, and the inevitability of conflict between himself and Nefarion seemed more and more forthcoming. Time. If only I did not know what time would bring. Just as he began to reconcile this discovery, he felt another flex in the Force, this one smaller but nonetheless important to him. “I had hoped to use stealth, but we’ve got company.” He just wasn’t talking about the Sith Lord Nefarion, the Devotee Vong troop surrounding Keorra was larger than when she had left him. “What do you suggest?” Kyp asked. “Run,” Ben said simply, putting action to word. Tossing a glance over his shoulder, Ben caught Kyp and Corran exchange amused looks before hurrying to catch up. “I forgot what it was like to run a mission with a Skywalker,” Corran commented from behind him. Kyp snorted. “Just like old times.” No, not like old times. You’ve got the wrong Skywalker. “The weapons locker is just up ahead,” he pointed out, not wanting to voice his dark thoughts. Except now he has no mother, no father, and no one to save him, he remembered the words he had uttered to Anakin on Naboo. There was no one to save him from Nefarion and the import their confrontation held. The Force flickered again, and an instant later Keorra came bustling around the corner at the end of the corridor. Spotting him, she called, “A little help here, Skywalker?” “I’ll be right there,” he shouted back. He doubled his speed, pausing only long enough to lance the weapons locker open. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught two metallic glints as the Jedi Masters behind him used the Force to call two lightsabers out of the cache. Heartbeats later he heard the familiar and reassuring sound of energy blades spurting to life, the change of hum as Kyp and Corran ran after him. Reaching Keorra, Ben fell into combat stance again, every lesson his parents had ever given him running through his mind. “Keorra, get behind me.” Pointedly, she sidled next to him. “Side by side, never behind,” she said, and to add emphasis she snapped the amphistaff in her hand. They were a living barrier as the Yuuzhan Vong mimicked her path, his lightsaber and her amphistaff whipping the air as they moved in almost the same syncopation as any Jedi team. Ben brought his blue saber up, the concentrated blade meeting that of the living amphistaff, burning through it slowly. The shock of the impact went through Ben. He had recovered mostly from the sleepless nights during his time away from the Temple, mostly with the help of Anakin who, like Luke, could block the visions from coming. Well, at least long enough to let Ben get a good couple of hours in. Still, he was careful not to fall too deeply into the Force, bearing the scar on his cheek from the last battle he had participated in during which he had fallen prey to a vision at a crucial moment. Twisting his wrist, he forced the lightsaber through the living weapon, cleaving it in two. Cartwheeling, he avoided two strikes coming at him from different ends as the Yuuzhan Vong crowded in on them. He was relieved when he saw the double green light of Kyp and Corran’s blades enter the melee, but didn’t have any time for anything more than a quick smile because a rather large brute of a Yuuzhan Vong came at him, amphistaff wriggling. He could squash me where I stand, Ben thought wryly as he rushed the Devotee warrior. The clash of amphistaff against lightsaber was titanic, and nearly caused Ben’s lightsaber to wrench out of his hands. Afraid to call on the Force for anything other than anticipation, Ben rolled with the impact, accepting it as he blocked it. Ben could not muscle the amphistaff aside as he had with the other’s and soon began a struggle of strength of will that would only end in death. A weakness can become your greatest strength. Your opponent will look for it, work for it - let them see it, his mother had told him once long ago. This is their failsafe, an out they can exploit. But if you can twist your weakness, it becomes your greatest strength. Across their intersected weapons, Ben studied his antagonist with not only his eyes but with the Force. He saw recognition in those eyes, a sureness that he had this infidel Jeedai in his hand, ready to squeeze. Ben let him believe it, let his weakness show, and the amphistaff pressed his lightsaber back. Ben went with it, then acted as though he were backpedaling under the Force. As he did so, he twisted his blade as though trying to push the amphistaff away, but it was really a camouflage so that he could lower one of his hands down. At the last moment before he would certainly fall, he gained control, grabbing the Devotee by the wrist and controlling his fall, kicked with his legs and flung the Devotee over his head. On his back, Ben snapped his back and flexed his arms, leaping to his feet. Keorra caught his eye and gave him a wink. “You’re going to have to show me that when this is over,” she said, wrapping her amphistaff around the nearest Devotee’s neck and manipulating it so that the snake-like weapon clenched, snapping the Vong’s neck. It was no time at all before the three Jedi and the Upoi worked through the Devotees. Ben stepped over the bodies with a heavy heart, thinking of Dorsca Cherrz, thankful that the Yuuzhan Vong Jedi was not here to see this massacre. Kyp approached Keorra with some trepidation. “Are you alright?” “Fine,” she answered shortly. “We should get to the High Council,” Corran said, breaking the palpable tension that hung between Kyp and Keorra. Kyp nodded, still not able to take his eyes off of the girl before him. “Of course. Perhaps after this is over, you and I could have a talk?” Ben knew he was not talking to Corran. Full lips pressed together in a thin line of either compressed anger or held back rage. “We have nothing to discuss, Master Durron.” Keorra gave Ben a pleading look, ‘save me’ it said. “Keorra and I will start to release the other Jedi,” Ben told the two High Council members. “Force be with you,” Corran said, tugging his companion with him. [/hr] Sarlana for a heartbeat didn't know how to react to Anakin's accusation. It was obvious that her cover had been blown and her true identity had been revealed, but the specifics eluded her. Anakin's glare hurt more than she would have liked it to and she brought the lessons of her Master around her like a shield, hardening her face into the mask of a Sith and barricading her heart. “You already know that my Master wants the son of Skywalker,” she answered him haughtily, ignoring the look of betrayal in those ice-chipped eyes. She steadied herself as her hand floated down to the weapon she had kept secret since the moment she had entered the Jedi Temple - even the medics on Naboo hadn't been able to find it. “And you are only a block to his goal.” She pulled her lightsaber and ignited it at the same time that Solo did. Except she had a hidden surprise in hers - the reason for such a long pommel, considering her slim hands. For a moment they just stared down one another across the light of her red energy blade, the violet hue of his. “So this is what it comes down to,” Solo observed, as they circled one another in the small confines of the Temple corridors. “Everything was a lie.” “Everything that needed to be,” Sarlana confirmed. Why was she so reluctant to begin this battle? Why didn't he strike already? To her surprise he stopped, lowering his lightsaber a fraction, as if trying to prolong the inevitable even more. “Why did you save the Queen? She was not even an obstacle, not even pertinent to your Master or his goals. So why?” “I don't need to explain my actions to you, Jedi,” Sarlana snapped. His strong features hardened even further in anger. “Why? You at least owe me that.” “I owe you nothing,” she hissed as she threw herself at him, her lightsaber spinning in her hand. She had seen him battle against Nefarion’s black-clad warriors, and he had given her marginal lightsaber instruction, but there was no way she could have expected the quickness in which his violet-hued lightsaber came up to intersect with hers. It reminded her that this man had been a hero of the Yuuzhan Vong war when he had just been a young boy, barely Ben Skywalker’s age, fighting against an enemy that defied everything that he had believed in. Is that who you are now? she asked herself pointedly as she threw every inch of her training into the battle. An enemy that defies his beliefs? Do you now define yourself as against him? This fueled her anger even more, causing her violent red blade to lash at him, burning holes into his tunic and pants as he fought to keep up with her blows. Hatred is your shelter, anger is your food, and fear is the air you breath, Nefarion had taught her. She hated this man; or so she tried to convince herself. Sometimes it is those who we love the most that cause the deepest feelings inside of us, and Sarlana was reacting without thought. Their lightsabers came together in a sizzle of hot energy, filling their ears with the static of it, broke apart only to try at different angles to break through the other’s defense. They danced around each other, executed strikes that would have been fatal had the other not been so quick to parry. Solo was not holding back, nor was she; the tension that had been building between them since their kiss on Naboo had morphed into something rapacious and deadly. Yet neither one could get the upper hand on the other. When she swiped at his feet, he would make as if to slice her head from its resting spot. They moved in incongruous symmetry, and as the battle waged on the frustration, anger, and yes, even painful hurt, built between them. “I can see now why my Master wished for such an obstacle as you to be pushed away,” Sarlana breathed, dropping her shoulder and maneuvering barely out of the way of a downstroke from Solo’s blade. Gritting his teeth, Solo hissed back, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Bait your opponent, make them feel even less than they really are. You are superior, remind them of that, Nefarion’s words entered into her mind without provocation, searing it through the battle with its import. “Do you know how hard it was for me not to laugh as I so successfully led you away from Skywalker?” she mocked, adding more emphasis to her strikes as she did so. She was superior; she would destroy him. He danced around the blows on the toes of his feet, his own lightsaber whirling in his hands as he blocked a strike at his back. “How gracious of you to save it for now. And I must have fallen into your hands like corsare jelly, hardening to whatever mold you placed me in.” “You made my job a whole lot easier,” Sarlana replied, but her voice sounded lame even to her, as the bitterness in his voice struck to her very core. Why can he still affect me? With her last comment he growled and charged her like a ramming Reek, tangling her lightsaber in his and lifting them up to the air. She backpedaled until her spine cracked agonizingly against the Temple’s marble wall, her lightsaber locked against the strength of his and the solidity of the marble wall. “Why did you save the Queen?” he asked, as thought hunting for a certain answer. She growled at him - the sound was that of a charging Yuuzhan Vong uttering a battle cry - and tried to push him away, trying to give herself enough space to take advantage of the hidden secret of her lightsaber. He reinforced his grasp on her with an added shove, knocking her already abused back against the rock. “Tell me,” he all but yelled. “Instinct,” she finally gave in, hoping that the word distracted him. “I didn’t even think, I just acted. She is nothing to me, you are nothing to me.” She lied bald-faced to the man she loved, as his ice-chipped eyes watched her. “Why would a Sith save something that meant nothing to her?” he whispered, not yet backing away as she had wanted him to. Her face cemented into permacrete, her heart taking on the model of icy reserve that her Lord and Master personified. “Because my Master and I control the galaxy.” "I will stop you," he affirmed. She moved her neck closer to their entwined blades. "Then you will have to kill me. Go ahead, Solo, show me that vaunted high Jedi moralism." With that he staggered backwards, giving her the opportunity she had sought for. Her finger landed on the second actuator button, and a second blade of intensified energy slinked downward from the opposite end of her, piercing directly into his right side. Solo collapsed to the ground and Sarlana yanked his lightsaber from his shock-stiffened hands. Knocking it against the back of his skull as he fell. Sarlana ran over to the hidden Devotees that Solo had supposed she had dealt with when he had left her behind to speak with his family. Once she had given the correct code, that her Master had given her to mark her identity when she and the Jedi returned to the Temple, they had obeyed her whims as though she too were the demigod they believed her Master to be. Leading them to the unconscious Solo, she gestured to her enemy. “Take him in with the rest of the Solos. Warmaster Shraq has been promised his revenge, and he will get it.” As Sarlana moved to the door of the Solos’ prison, she kept her double-bladed lightsaber at the ready, anticipating that once the Solos caught sight of Anakin there was no telling what they would do. True to Sarlana’s suspicion, Padami’s daughter rushed forward as soon as she took in Anakin’s wounds. “Anakin!” Sarlana brought one of the blood-tinted blades up to intercept her, the tip hovering just below Organa Solo’s chin. “I would not move if I were you, Knight Organa Solo. Unless you want to join your brother prematurely.” “Prematurely?” Solo’s older brother asked, stepping away from his wife who was cupping her pregnant belly with her arms. “You are to be the sacrifice for Warmaster Tarsvin Shraq,” Sarlana answered quickly, aware that this man was more dangerous than his gentle manner belied. Lady Sarlana? she felt her Master’s mind reach for hers. As always, it was not actual words but a sense of what the feelings implied. Master, she responded back, never failing from watching the Solo clan. Prepare the bait. -----signature----- Proud Master to Meredith_Kenobi & Lolly_Tolly "He full-on Obi-Wan'd me!" Dean Winchester - Supernatural
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 6/13/03 11:50pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 23 is up 06/13/03 "It Is Too Late For Me"
	Great fight scenes. -----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: 6/15/03 6:16am Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 23 is up 06/13/03 "It Is Too Late For Me"
	An explosively great post. As Mom said - the fight scenes were great. Ben and Keorra are natural together (sound familiar?), and the Anakin/Analsa - Solo/Sarlana fight was everything I expected and more. Poor Sarlana - in the turmoil of her feelings, she falls back on her Dark Side training to let off the tension. Hope she doesn't do too much damage before she finally recovers her true self. I admit that the Kyp-Keorra connection surprised me. But who's the third party? Loving this more and more - it's almost as sad as it is gratifying that we seem to be coming to the climax of this installment of the trilogy. -----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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Aimeer9 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/15/03 10:58am Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 23 is up 06/13/03 "It Is Too Late For Me" - Date Edited: 6/15/03 10:59am (1 edits total) Edited By: Aimeer9
	Oh I love this post. Great fight scenes just great.
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 6/15/03 11:10am Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 23 is up 06/13/03 "It Is Too Late For Me"
	Still a great job you're doing Zara. Keep it up. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Shloz Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/17/03 11:43pm Subject: RE: Rent in the Force Chapter 23 is up 06/13/03 "It Is Too Late For Me"
	I'll extend my beta duties to upping this; page 5 is way to low to get! -----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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