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Storm_Fighter Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 12:59pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Happy Birthday!!! UP!!!PLEASE!!!! ~Storm_Fighter -----signature----- "Yours is a restless life, and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others. Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow that you cast." -Luke DW
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JediMasterJaina Title: FF President/CR Evansville, IN Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 1:05pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Thanks everybody!! ~JMJ -----signature----- Matt Engaged to Stackpole_the_Hobbit May 22, 2009 Eville Jedi-Guarding the Emperor's construction projects since 2002! http://boards.theforce.net/evansville_in/b10324/p1
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Dark_Lighter Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 1:37pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement! - Date Edited: 7/12/03 1:37pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Dark_Lighter
	Hey! the first story that I reply to without it already it being over already!!!! Great opening scene, looking forward to the next post! -----signature----- Its summer...now where is the break? ... And then I hit the topside nose repulsors. We tilt forawrd, I hit the thusters, we punch free, and we rotate for a while, everybody screaming and vomiting until I regain control. - Kell
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Master_Vicky Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 1:40pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	I voted at the cantina. Can we have a teaser now? Please? does sad puppy dog face -Vicster -----signature----- "Don't tell me it's not possible." FDR in Pearl Harbor "I am a Band nerd. I just never joined Band." Jim in American Pie 2 Band is a contact sport. The Conductor of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths God loves you.
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joroqez312 Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 2:23pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Oooh, can I have a doll? They just sound so... scrumptious!!! Chrys -----signature----- Just because I have a short attention span doesn't mean I Spike of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 2:27pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Teaser??? Pwease??? cute little puppy dog face Please!!! I've voted already! I've been a good little girl.
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Saber-of-Light Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 2:39pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	pokes head in YAY!!!!!!!!!! NEW STORY!!!!!! (I might be writing a new story too...tho after AFG I got a bit of DWB ) Awesome so far, 'Keira_Lea! -----signature----- Fear me, for I am a Grammar Communist! Grumpy-Crusty-Elitist-Midbie at your service. yume wa kanaimashita ka?
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jedishellyskywalker Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 3:02pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	I NEED MORE!!! -----signature----- My fanfics are but a click away! http://boards.theforce.net/user.asp?usr=717534 I Valin, do you? see bio for link Note to Ann: I am NOT a possum, however small I may be!
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jedishellyskywalker Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 3:15pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Meh! Noooo! I gotta go to bed now... Talk to y'all tomorrow! -----signature----- My fanfics are but a click away! http://boards.theforce.net/user.asp?usr=717534 I Valin, do you? see bio for link Note to Ann: I am NOT a possum, however small I may be!
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/12/03 3:57pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Hey guys!! I gotta get off cuz theres a storm coming. (I actually should be off already but I got back on) I just wanted to tell you all that I finally updated my story. It's J/J when they first start dating. I'd really like it if you checked it out. Driven a.k.a. Beyond Appearance
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joroqez312 Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 6:32pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	UP!!!! Teaser or post soon???? Chrys -----signature----- Just because I have a short attention span doesn't mean I Spike of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths
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TKeira_Lea Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 7:38pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	OKAY - teaser is up in the Cantina! Thanks for voting guys and I have one more poll over there. If you can help out a pick your top 4 of the ten scenes listed, I would greatly appreciate the input! Page 4 and I haven't even posted the story. EEEEKKK! I will reply later, but this excerpt stuff is killing me right now! -----signature----- http://www.lominalecantina.com Dark Journey, the EU's version of a head fake current fanfic ~ Return to Bolis Island http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29571370/p1/?19
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 8:16pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Chickie is bored, so when Wraith Lead is bored, WraithLead performs sneaky Wraith mission and UP's senselessly. For those of you who haven't voted, here is choice number one for the current poll as to exerpts from Echoes... ****** Scene #1 – The Prelude (Dreams of the Future) Jag halted midway through the door to the pilot’s ready room at the unexpected sight before him. Standing with her back to him, staring down into the hangar bay of the Chimaera, was the slight form of none other than Jaina Solo; the petite body, comfortably wearing the New Republic orange flightsuit, was unmistakable. He ventured a couple of steps into the room for a better look. As her profile came into view, Jag realized that regardless of the brown hair plastered to her head in a braid from hours under a helmet, there was an undeniable air of beauty surrounding her. He paused for a moment and pondered the fortune that had brought her to the Remnant Star Destroyer, when his eye caught the sight of the shuttle in the bay. It was covered in strange growths. Around the shuttle, technicians buzzed about, performing any number of scans and tests. There was an obvious tension encompassing the bay and pervading Jaina’s aura. He took a deep breath and braved some words. “What they have done there is unusual.” Jaina turned to face him as he made his way across the room in her direction. She studied him with a strange disdain he was unable to discern. Jaina folded her arms across her chest and looked back to the deck as she replied. “Pretty much everything the Yuuzhan Vong do is unusual, as far as I’m concerned. They’ve spent an hour scanning the thing. I can’t imagine there is much more they can learn without cracking it open.” Jag thought it odd she had the patience to stand there for an hour and observe the workings of the technicians, but then he realized everything about Jaina Solo seemed to be an enigma. He moved closer, drawn to her like a magnet, despite the peculiarities of the young woman that made her his polar opposite. “There isn’t. That’s not what they are doing.” He stared at the reflection of her face in the transparisteel window. Perhaps, if he took a close look again, she would not be the same girl he had imagined in his dreams. The closer look, muted in the reflection, made him more certain than ever she was that very specter. “They don’t know what is in there, and they’re making sure that if it’s harmful, they don’t get blamed for releasing it.” “You say that as if it’s a bad thing to be cautious.” The comment took him by surprise. Nothing about her had ever given him the impression she was ever cautious. On the contrary, from where he stood, she seemed to dash headlong into every situation. He shook his head at her and at the quandary she represented. “They know they cannot be certain of what is in there. All they can do is reduce uncertainty to statistically insignificant levels. What they are wasting is time. We are at war. There is no absence of risk. There are times when one just has to do what needs to be done to win.” Oh boy, Jagged, you just about summed her up in one mouthful. Perhaps she’s not so hard to understand after all. Jaina turned to look at him, and he was engulfed in the blazing depths of her brown eyes. For a second, he was sure his body had forgotten to breath. “In theory you’re only two years older than me, but you’re talking like you’re old enough to be my dad.” No, I am expressing in mere words what you seem to do instinctively. She probably is her father’s daughter, now that I recall Father’s tales of the infamous Han Solo. He nodded once as he thought. “Forgive me. I was judging you based on your accomplishments, not your age.” She blinked, and her eyes reopened to reveal a well-kindled fire burning in them. Her voice confirmed that he had hit a nerve. “What is that supposed to mean?” Something about the venom in her words goaded him to rise to the challenge as if his very being was questioned. Jag’s eyes hardened as he responded in an equally harsh tone. “You are a Jedi. You are a superior pilot in an elite squadron. The dedication and skill required for these things are well known. I made the mistake of assuming too much about you.” Instead of rising to his challenge, she mysteriously retreated, throwing him off-guard once again. “I’m reading your tracking data, but still don’t have a lock on your target.” Jag sighed. He pondered what it was about this woman that could make him want to shake her senseless and take her in his arms in the same breath. For some reason, he wanted her to understand who he was. “In Chiss society, there is no adolescence. Chiss children mature early and are given adult responsibilities very quickly. Those of us humans living among them were raised as they were raised. Intellectually I knew things were not the same here in the New Republic, but--” “You think I am a child?” Jaina gave him an icy glare, worthy of a Csilla blizzard. “You think I am soft or something?” How is it that you can have the best of intentions and still manage to pique her wrath? Jag broke eye contact with her, flustered by his misconstrued intentions. In trying to open up to Jaina, he had embarrassingly blundered his way into insulting her pride. Jag fought the blush he knew was building as he held a hand up in defense, before shaking his head, trying to clear it and regain some semblance of control. “Not soft, no, not at all. You have determination and courage, but you lack--” “Lack what?” He frowned, searching for the word his mother always used when she confronted his father about his demeanor. That quality was what Soontir Fel had instilled in all his children, and his mother sometimes resented the Baron for it. He stared at the shuttle as his usually collected mind struggled to find the word. “You’re not grim.” He could see her mouth pop open in the reflection on the transparisteel. For just a moment he imagined what it would taste like to kiss those lips. Such thoughts swept away as she moved her mouth again to speak, almost seeming for once to lack the confidence she brimmed with usually. “Um, no, I mean, there are times, yes, but being grim takes such a toll.” “It does at that.” For a second, the imagined kiss was replaced by the desire to drag her into his arms as she stumbled over her words and tried to regain her footing. -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 8:17pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	I'm making it easy for you guys, so here's number two... ***** THE DREAM The swirling wind whipped snow flurries all around him, sometimes blinding him in a sheet of white. Other times he could just discern the outline of a figure in the distance. The figure was moving across the glacier, through the blizzard at a slow run, as fast as the elements would allow. A violet light illuminated the hooded form from behind. The light moved back and forth in rhythm with the figure’s gait. He called out, fearing for the person on the glacier. The figure stopped for a moment at the sound of his voice, but never turned to face him. Then the form resumed its trek through the storm. The pace was more urgent than before. He left the relative protection provided by the proximity to the main estate building to follow the misplaced traveler. His hunt was made all the more difficult from fighting through the drifts of snow, but he trudged forward, undaunted by the task. Some force was pulling him like a magnet, driving his feet faster and faster. He thought he would never catch up, but then the figure stumbled and fell. As he approached he could make out the tiny shape of a blue robe, cloaking a petite figure kneeling in the snow. He called again, driven by a gnawing desire to protect this being’s life. The figure turned at the sound of his voice. Instead of a stranger under the hood, there was the delicate face of Jaina Solo. The features held him captivated, just like the first time he saw her on Ithor. Her skin was flawless. Brown hair cascaded out of the hood, capturing snowflakes in its tendrils. Those eyes beckoned him to come to her and take away the sadness hidden there. He had known those eyes his whole life, and yet he had never seen them sad like this. Her eyes reflected the brilliant violet rays emanating from the lightsaber grasped in her hand as they drowned in a watery pool. Then the tears fell, like a dam breaking. Her hand came up; her fingers outstretched, beckoning for a touch. He reached out, his farthest finger hungering for the feel of her. Their fingers were so close he could almost feel the electricity spark between the two. In a cruel twist, the wind swirled heavier gusts. The electric edge he felt came to life in a swirl of violet lightning pulsing amidst the flurries. As he blinked away the piercing snow buffeting his eyes, he realized she was being barraged by the streaks of energy. Each strike diminished her presence until she was just a ghost. The lightsaber dropped through her hand, which was no longer corporeal. Jag fell to his knees and grasped her in his arms. He met the warmth of her body, beneath his embrace. Some part of her was still whole. There was still a chance. Her arms wrapped around him, clutching his waist in a desperate attempt to anchor herself. She cried into his chest. “Please save me!” He pulled her closer still, but the warmth of her body was fading with the wind. Energy still crackled through her, catching him sometimes in painful bursts where they touched, but he refused to release her to the cruel fate that begged to be fulfilled. He tried to adjust his grip, to find something real to grasp. When he did, she slipped into the rush of the wind, pieces of colored snowflakes disappearing into the heavens. He sobbed. “Don’t go.” A pleading voice cried out on the wind. “Jag!” Her voice was carried away, and then she was completely gone. Even in spirit he was alone. All that was left in her wake was the blinding fury of the storm. Jag shot up in the bed. Sweat beaded down his bare chest. His lungs begged for air. It was not the first time in his life he had been assaulted by such a vivid dream. They came often since he had returned to the Unknown Regions. Even though he had not seen Jaina since Ithor, she haunted his slumber, like she had taken up residence in his soul. Jag recalled the last time he had really been with Jaina, the day on the Chimaera before the battle for Ithor. He had drummed up the nerve to ask her to lunch. Only when they had arrived at the mess, Jag had discovered what an awful blunder he had made. In spite of his usual calculating mind, he had failed to foresee that he would be leading her into a room brimming with Imperials. She had stiffened visibly at the sight of the mess; he had felt it as surely as if his own body had done so. Then she had thrown her chin up in defiance and walked in as though she owned the Star Destroyer. Jag was not sure who had been more impressed, himself or the hundreds of Imperial soldiers who had stopped everything to cast their eyes on the petite beauty in the New Republic orange flightsuit. If he had doubted it before, Jag knew that his heart was no longer his own. Now all Jag had left, since returning to Csilla, were his dreams. There was not a part of her he could not recall in vivid detail, down to the amber flecks in her eyes. Never before had his dreams taken such a horrifying turn though. As surely as the sun set on Csilla, Jag knew something terrible had happened to Jaina. Jag rose and pulled on his flightsuit. He eyed the backlit face of the chrono on the wall – 0600. His father would be working already. It was time to resubmit his request to return to New Republic space. Jag put his parka on, one arm at a time before picking up his pilot’s bag to sling over his shoulder. When he had left on the first mission, Jag had never imagined wanting to be anywhere but here on Csilla. Now all he could think of was joining the fight. He corrected himself. All he could think of was seeing Jaina one more time. His thoughts raced with arguments, knowing his father would fight him at every turn. Maybe he would simply leave of his own accord. He was a grown man; Soontir Fel could not stop him if he chose to go. The door slid open, letting a beam of light trickle into the room. Jag stepped into the light then the door shut behind him. He strode down the barracks hallway, his mind haunted by the image of Jaina’s suffering, haunted by his own failure to save her. One way or another, he was about to embark on a new adventure of his own. Things would be different from now on; he felt a renewed sense of excitement, a hint he was on the right path. The door before him opened, letting in a frigid blast of air mixed with snow. Jag took a deep breath and pushed his way into the buffeting winds. The swirling wind whipped snow flurries all around him, sometimes blinding him in a sheet of white. Jag stopped in his tracks and stood quietly. The wind howled all around the surrounding buildings, singing a mournful song. He listened to it carefully. He could almost make out the tragic voice from his dream calling in the storm’s serenade. “Please save me.” He shook his head before readjusting the duffle bag over his shoulder. Lowering his head, he forged ahead into his future. I am coming for you, Jaina. -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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jagsredlady Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/12/03 8:32pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Hey there leader, I'm still awake. Scene #3 – Flying X-wings Back from a routine patrol, Jag lowered himself hand over hand out of the cockpit until his feet met the floor of the hangar. Once down, he moved with a quick but efficient stride in the direction of the debriefing room. The time in the cockpit had been a welcome distraction from waiting for the Jade Shadow to return. His step faltered slightly as he caught sight of the running voxyn adorned snubfighter parked near the back of the bay. He quickened his step, arriving at the debriefing room in half the time it should have taken. The door slid open, and Jag passed through, pulling up short when the smiling face of not only Tycho Celchu, who usually conducted the debriefings, but Wedge Antilles as well, greeted him. Wedge spoke to his nephew as he motioned for him to take a seat. “We’ll make this quick. I am sure you have more pressing matters to attend to.” Jag remained serious as he took a seat despite his uncle’s apparent relaxed attitude. “Nothing unusual to report, sir. Vanguard Two reported a point four decrease from nominal shield efficiency. Vanguard Three…” Wedge raised his hand as he interrupted, addressing Tycho. “Is he always like this?” Tycho responded with a succinct nod accompanied by a mischievous grin. “Strictly business.” Jag watched the two men curiously. Wedge waved his hand. “Leave it at nothing unusual to report. Then I assume you want to get out of here and see Lieutenant Colonel Solo.” “I don’t want to shirk my duties sir.” “Sithspit Jagged! Cut the sir garbage out. Haven’t you learned when to turn it off?” “I apologize. I suppose not, si-. I mean, I suppose not.” Wedge and Tycho both chuckled. “Well, if you want to get certified for flight status in the X-wing, as you requested Tycho here to help you with, then you better learn how.” “I’ll work on it.” Wedge leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “So any particular reason you made this request before leaving on patrol today?” Jag gave no outward indication of the discomfort he was feeling from the line of questioning he knew had been inevitable. “Just trying to broaden my horizons, expand my skills. I believe you both flew TIE fighters at some point. You must have learned something from the experience.” “Why don’t you ask Jaina to train you then?” “I don’t want her to know. Besides it wouldn’t look right, not with all the Rogues thinking we have the makings of a couple.” Wedge leaned back. “I see. I’ve authorized Tycho to proceed. I am sure it won’t take you long.” “Thank you.” An uncomfortable silence fell over the room until Jag broke the moment. “How is Jaina?” “She’ll live. I’ll let her explain the specifics of her bumps and bruises. She didn’t look so great when she reported in, but she brought back some valuable data she swiped from a Peace Brigade Intelligence officer after she introduced him to the hot end of her lightsaber. It could really turn this war around. Anyway, she’s resting in her room. I told her I would send you there as soon as you got back.” A puzzled expression crossed Jag’s face. “You mean you didn’t lay into her for running off?” “Is that what you were hoping for, seeing that she wouldn’t listen to you?” “No, it’s just that I know about the ultimatum.” “Oh, you were worried I would send you off to one of the farthest corners of the galaxy?” “The thought had crossed my mind.” “No, I didn’t lay into her. Technically, she is a Jedi, and I have to make concessions when Jedi pilots are required to uphold their other responsibilities. Jaina was the only one with the ability to rescue Tahiri. She did an admirable job of using the resources available to get the task completed.” “Oh.” Tycho interjected. “He’s just in a forgiving mood because he had the excuse to fly Lead for Twin Suns since we were short pilots yesterday.” “Says he who flew Lead for the Dozen.” “Okay, so we’re both a little giddy about the whole thing. I, for one, enjoyed the opportunity to get up there, even if it was for a day. Mara really has those guys hopping.” The good humor finally infected Jag. “If you’re in a forgiving mood, I hope you will pardon my behavior from earlier this morning.” “I think the reaction was understandable in light of the situation, nothing to be excused. I hope Corran was able to offer some insight.” Jag’s face became reflective. “He was quite helpful.” Wedge studied his nephew for a second, searching for the meaning behind the words, before rising. “Good, now go see that beautiful woman of yours.” Jag rose to match him. “Thank you, uh, Wedge.” Wedge grinned. “Now you’re getting the idea.” ****** -----signature----- Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge. ~ Mark Twain "He's not that good." ~ Jag Puh-leeze, she's not in his league..... The socks are multiplying like rabbits.
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