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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 6/22/05 9:05am Subject: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Kyp/Jag Buddy Challenge) - Date Edited: 2/9/06 8:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jags_Scoundrel
	Title: A Chance Meeting Author(s): Jags_Scoundrel Timeframe: post-NJO Characters: Jagged Fel, Kyp Durron Genre: Action, Humor Notes: Third Place in the Kyp/Jag Buddy Challenge. These were the rules for the challenge: 1. 3000 words max. 2. No other characters are to be used except Jag and Kyp. 3. Thou shall not use the word Jaina 4. You will use the opening dialogue given below, plus use all ten words. Points will be deducted for not using words, with more weight given to each infraction Mandatory Opening Dialogue "Ktah! Are you trying to get us killed?!" "Sithspit! Uh... I think I broke it?" Mandatory Words in Entry cape puddle blaster teacup shriwook bucket shoe trunk jam icicle A Chance Meeting Jag squeezed off a couple of quick shots with his charric before ducking once again behind the relative safety of an overturned table. He spared a quick glance beside him to check if the reason that Kyp was not assisting in their defense was that he had been injured. His bewilderment at the sight of Kyp removing what appeared to be some sort of detonator from a secret compartment in the sole of his shoe quickly changed to alarm as Kyp continued to fiddle with the device instead of tossing it at their adversaries. "Ktah! Are you trying to get us killed?!" Jag exclaimed as Kyp began hammering the device with the heel of his hand. "Sithspit!” Kyp cursed as all of the lights on the device winked out. “Uh... I think I broke it?" “That’s the good news,” Jag muttered as he snatched the device from Kyp’s hands and threw it across the room. He propped his charric on the top of the table and blindly began spraying shots around the room to discourage anyone from advancing on their position. “By chance, do you have any more firepower hidden in your footwear?” “Just this,” Kyp replied as he finished retrieving a small holdout blaster from the sole of his other shoe. “I was hoping for a lightsaber.” “Yeah, well, something like that might tip off that I’m a Jedi – which no one here is supposed to know,” Kyp replied as he cautiously peered around the edge of the table and fired a few shots. He ducked back behind the table and added sarcastically, “That would probably blow my cover . . . you know, like you just did.” Jag struggled to keep from showing that he suddenly had the urge to jam an icicle up a certain part of Kyp’s anatomy. “I’ll admit that I was overcome by curiosity to find you in a dingy cantina on a backwater planet, dressed up like a ridiculous parody of Han Solo,” he began in a cool voice. “But how was I supposed to know that simply sitting at the seat next to yours would be enough to spook your targets?” “I’ll have you know that the Goddess personally worked on my disguise. You want to tell her that you think it looks ridiculous?” “Oh.” Jag fell silent as he imagined her brandy-brown glare drilling right through him. “Never mind,” he finished. “I thought so,” Kyp replied smugly. He called out over his shoulder as he began firing again, “Besides, I wanted to go with a Lando-esque disguise, but my cape was at the cleaners.” Pulling back behind the table to avoid another volley of return fire he asked, “So, what brings you this particular armpit of the galaxy?” “Emergency repairs,” Jag answered simply as he risked peering around the side of the table to assess their progress. He had estimated as they had dove for cover that there were around ten opponents, and the number now looked to be about seven. Not good. We’re not eliminating them fast enough. “Really?” Kyp asked and laughed shortly. “What kind of bucket of bolts are you flying around in now?” Jag bristled. “My ship is always in perfect flying condition. Perhaps this malfunction was the Force’s way of sending me here to assist you.” “Well, you’re doing a great job so far,” Kyp groused then added something in shriwook that Jag could not remember the literal translation, but knew that it was intended to be insulting. “Moactan teel,” he muttered. “I’m guessing that was some sort of Chiss insult.” “Among the Chiss, it is quite effective,” he stated. Jag decided to omit the observation that in the known galaxy, however, referring to someone as fair-haired was actually a rather lame insult. A blaster bolt sizzling between them brought them back to the present situation. They looked at each other in surprise, then at the hole in the table where apparently a number of hits to that precise location had been scored, then back to each other. Kyp shrugged then shoved the muzzle of his blaster into the opening and began firing, constantly changing the angle of his shots. Knowing that they were running out of time, Jag began scanning the room behind them. He quickly spotted a small hallway that, hopefully, led to a back exit. “There is a hallway behind us that’s probably our only way out. Any ideas on how to get there without getting shot?” “Working on it,” Kyp replied simply. Jag risked another glance at their opposition and noted that the number had been reduced to six. Curiously, two of them tried to make a run for the front entryway. Jag fired and struck the one in the lead high on his chest at the same moment that one of Kyp’s random shots struck him further down his trunk, felling the portly human, but the Rodian behind him slipped out unharmed. Ktah! He doubted that their intentions had been to flee the battle. “I think one of them is coming around to attack us from behind,” Jag reported as he ducked back under cover. “We have to go. Now.” “Okay, I’ve got an idea. When I signal, run like hell for that hallway. Just make sure to drag me along with you; I’ll be a bit distracted covering our backs.” While Jag would have preferred more details than that, he knew that there was no time. Ultimately, though, he had faith in the Jedi Master’s abilities. With a curt nod, he signaled that he was ready. An almost serene look settled onto Kyp’s face as he closed his eyes and cradled his blaster in both hands. After two heartbeats, his eyes snapped back open. “Go!” he ordered as he lobbed the blaster over the table. Jag leapt to his feet just as a blast sent shrapnel flying past him on both sides. For the briefest instant, he was bewildered by the fact that they had been unharmed by the debris, then he realized that Kyp must have been using the Force to shield them. He grabbed Kyp by the wrist and tugged him along as he made a mad dash for the hallway. Apparently at least one of their adversaries had recovered from the explosion, for blaster bolts began filling the air. Jag resisted the urge to duck and roll, trusting Kyp to deflect the fire, and continued weaving around the tables and chairs overturned in the other patrons’ haste to flee the fracas as it had unfolded. Noting the grace and ease with which Kyp was navigating the obstacles, Jag figured that Kyp had simply wanted him to stay close to minimize the area that he needed to shield rather than actually requiring Jag’s assistance to maneuver. They charged into the back hallway and Jag noted with some relief that there did indeed appear to be a doorway at the end. He raised his charric, for if this was the rear exit, the Rodian should be arriving right about – The door slid open to reveal the Rodian, who only had a split second to register his surprise before Jag pumped three quick bolts into his chest. Three more strides lead to the threshold then Jag vaulted the body of the dead Rodian to land in the alley beyond. In mid-flight, he realized that a better description for the alley would be giant mud puddle and that landing solidly on his feet would be an impossibility. He tucked and rolled through the muck, springing up into a firing crouch after three rotations. As he began scanning for hostile targets, Jag noticed Kyp begin to stand then utter a muffled curse as he crumpled awkwardly back into the mud. Before he could give Kyp’s plight any more thought, blaster bolts whizzing past him drew his attention back to the cantina doorway. A quick succession of bursts from his charric soon silenced the blaster fire with the thud of a falling body and a human arm dangling over the threshold, the offending blaster falling from the lifeless hand into the mire below. “Are you injured?” Jag called as he turned his attention back to Kyp. “My pride is, more than anything,” Kyp muttered as he sat up. “I twisted my ankle pretty badly. Go on, and I’ll catch up after I’ve fixed it.” The thought of leaving Kyp behind, Jedi Master or not, did not sit well with Jag. “No. You can hobble as you heal,” he stated as he stepped over and helped Kyp to his feet. “Come on. Where is your ship berthed?” “Hangar 129,” Kyp replied as he leaned on Jag for support. That was very close to where Jag’s own ship was located, and more importantly, was just a short distance away. Their steps were slow and awkward as they made their way down the muddy alley, but their pace quickened a bit as they turned a corner and reached more solid footing. Soon, Kyp began to take a few tentative steps to test his injured ankle. “Good as new,” he said and flashed a quick grin before breaking into a run. Jag easily matched pace with him, and they rounded the last corner before making a mad dash straight toward their destination. Jag furrowed his brows as he noticed a lone figure sprinting from the hangar. After a moment, the only conclusion that he could draw made his eyes widen in shock. “Oh. Shavit.” He and Kyp both said in unison as they skidded to a stop. Before they could change the direction of their flight, the shockwave from an explosion lifted them off of their feet and tossed them backwards like discarded children’s toys. When he finally stopped rolling, Jag found himself facedown in the dust, and he lay still for a moment to assess the damage. Other than a slight ringing in his ears and numerous scrapes and bruises, he seemed to be uninjured. Carefully, he began levering himself upright, coughing and spitting grime from his mouth. A quick glance to his right revealed Kyp also getting to his feet, apparently unharmed as well. Looking back to the smoking remains of the hangar Jag remarked, “It looks like you could use a ride.” “In your clawcraft? Ooh, how cozy,” Kyp cooed, batting his eyelashes and finishing with a silly grin. Jag could feel the muscles in his jaw working as he silently ran through a number of ways to respond, finally deciding that the best response would be no response at all. He wondered why he was finding it so hard to hide his irritation. I suppose being shot at, dragged through the mud and almost blown up, when all I wanted to do was stretch my legs and enjoy a drink might have something to do with it. Instinctively, Jag straightened up and reached to dust off his uniform. With dismay, he immediately recognized the futility of the gesture. Jag frowned as he noticed that Kyp was studying his backside with obvious amusement. “What?” he snapped. Kyp tried unsuccessfully to suppress a snicker. “It looks like you’ve got a breach in your hull there, Fel.” Jag twisted around to inspect the back of his uniform and noted that the seat of his pants had been ripped, leaving a large piece of fabric hanging down like an open hatch. His irritation at the sorry state of his uniform lessened when he glanced back at Kyp. “It seems that your costume is venting as well,” he remarked, unable to keep one corner of his mouth from betraying his own amusement. Kyp turned to inspect the back of his pants, but any further remarks were cut off by the trill of Jag’s comlink. “[Fel here.]” “[Ambassador, perhaps you should return to the shuttle. There has been an explosion nearby, and we have received reports of some sort of disturbance in one of the local establishments.]” “[So I’ve heard,]” Jag remarked dryly. “[The repairs have been completed. We may lift off as soon as you are aboard, if you wish.]” “[Affirmative. I will arrive momentarily.]” He almost forgot to add, “[Oh. We will be transporting one more passenger.]” There was a long pause, and Jag chuckled softly as he pictured the look of confusion and apprehension on his aide’s blue face. “[Understood,]” finally came the reply. “Are you going to translate for me, or was that a private conversation?” Kyp asked as Jag clipped his comm back to his belt. “My ship has been repaired,” Jag stated and began striding away. He called over his shoulder, “If you can get over your disappointment that it is a shuttle instead of my cozy clawcraft, you are welcome to ride along.” Kyp muttered some sort of comment about Jag’s sense of humor then quickly sprinted to catch up. The short trip to the hangar that housed the Chiss shuttle was mercifully uneventful, but Jag still cast a wary eye around as they neared the entrance. “I never got a chance to ask you earlier;” Kyp began as they crossed the threshold, “how did you end up picking that dive to pass the time?” Jag shrugged. “Honestly, I was intrigued by the name of the establishment.” “I see what you mean,” Kyp said with a snort. “What kind of name is Transparisteel Teacup for a place like that, anyway?” The two men looked at each other then burst out laughing. As they approached the shuttle, Jag had to resist the urge to laugh again at the priceless look of astonishment on the faces of the two Chiss guards on either side of the ramp. In fairness to them, Jag had to admit that he and Kyp were quite the sight. “[Ambassador, are you – ]” one of them began. Jag dismissed their concerns with a wave of his hand. “[I am fine,]” he stated in their native tongue. “[I trust that we are prepared to depart.]” “[Yes, sir.]” “[Good,]” he replied briskly and continued up the ramp. A chuckle caused Jag to glance sidelong at Kyp and arch an eyebrow, never breaking stride. Kyp shook his head. “Only you, Fel, could come across as that dignified and official looking like that.” Jag could not think of a proper retort, so he continued walking in silence. “Hey Jag, listen,” Kyp said as he reached out and pulled Jag to a halt. “I really want to thank you for your help. I was only teasing earlier; you didn’t blow my cover. Things were going sour just before you showed up – having someone in full dress uniform walk in only heightened their suspicions. I was glad to have you on my wing.” “Think nothing of it. I still more than owe you for what you did at Borleias.” Kyp seemed uncomfortable with Jag’s gratitude. “No you don’t,” he finally admitted. “I didn’t really go back just for you.” “I know. It’s not my life that I’m grateful you saved.” “Ah,” Kyp said in sudden understanding. He looked Jag straight in the eyes and vowed, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I had to.” “As would I,” Jag intoned solemnly. They continued to stare at each other, almost as if sealing a silent pact. After a moment, gravity shifted minutely under their feet, signaling that the shuttle was lifting off. “After we get cleaned up, would you care join me for a drink?” Jag asked. “I just happen to have a stash of fine Corellian brandy that I would be willing to share.” “There really is a Corellian heart beating underneath that blue skin, isn’t there?” Kyp asked in mock astonishment. Jag allowed just a hint of a grin to touch his lips. “It’s a secret that I only allow a few to know.” “Well, thanks for sharing,” Kyp said with a smile. He gestured with his hand for Jag to lead the way, and as they walked he began, “Now, while we sample some of that brandy, maybe we should work on crafting a version of today’s events that won’t give the Goddess endless sources of amusement.” “Perhaps omitting any reference to our wardrobe malfunction would be a good place to start,” Jag offered. “Definitely,” Kyp agreed with a laugh.
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DCWiz00 Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 6/22/05 12:17pm Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge) - Date Edited: 6/22/05 3:35pm (2 edits total) Edited By: DCWiz00
	Oh where to begin... “Moactan teel,” he muttered. “I’m guessing that was some sort of Chiss insult.” “Among the Chiss, it is quite effective,” he stated. Jag decided to omit the observation that in the known galaxy, however, referring to someone as fair-haired was actually a rather lame insult. “In your clawcraft? Ooh, how cozy,” Kyp cooed, batting his eyelashes and finishing with a silly grin. Ah yes, skirting the edge of the TOS I can SOO imagine Kyp batting his eyes... Kyp shook his head. “Only you, Fel, could come across as that dignified and official looking like that.” Darn straight..that's why Jag is the MAN! Not that Kyp isn't the JEDI MAN. “Perhaps omitting any reference to our wardrobe malfunction would be a good place to start,” Jag offered. I can only imagine Jaina's reaction if she heard about that. Great Job Scoundrel! -----signature----- Supporting sexier icons in Fan Fiction in '06. All will embrace the Racier Side of the Force! Master to thesporkbewithyou
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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 6/24/05 9:10am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	DC: Ah yes, skirting the edge of the TOS I didn’t do that intentionally . . . but, yeah, I see what you mean. I can SOO imagine Kyp batting his eyes... I’m glad! Actually, I almost changed the whole joke because I wasn’t sure if I had taken it a little too far and gotten Kyp out of character. Darn straight..that's why Jag is the MAN! Not that Kyp isn't the JEDI MAN. True! and True again! I can only imagine Jaina's reaction if she heard about that. Yeah, I’m sure that would be priceless. Great Job Scoundrel! Thanks so much!
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JediJainaSoloFel Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/28/05 4:43pm Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	I enjoyed it when it was posted during the challenge and I enjoyed it now. Great job depicting how Jag and Kyp could be friends. You know, I was thinking about the "fair haired" insult. Someone who's fair haired is like blonde right? And people are always making jokes about how blonds can be ditzy. So if you think about it that way, it isn't as obscure a joke (to me anyway). I loved the "cozy" reference. It reminded me of Visions of the Future when Mara told Luke that 2 people in an x-wing cockpit was cozy. I had to laugh. Great job! -----signature----- "I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it."-Charles Swindoll "Stress, it's a killer" -Bartok from Anastasia
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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 7/1/05 9:03am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	Wildcat: I enjoyed it when it was posted during the challenge and I enjoyed it now. Great job depicting how Jag and Kyp could be friends. Thanks! I’ve always pictured them as being friends. (In fact, one of the nagging little plot bunnies that I may never get around to writing is one of the missing scenes that I would have liked to see in FH1. When Kyp dropped Jaina off to that meeting, he tells her to stop by the Ocean’s Floor Café for a drink later, then adds that she could bring Jag along and says that he (Jag) already knows the way. I always thought that part implied that Jag and Kyp had been there at the same time before and I thought it would be fun to imagine that scene.) You know, I was thinking about the "fair haired" insult. Someone who's fair haired is like blonde right? And people are always making jokes about how blonds can be ditzy. So if you think about it that way, it isn't as obscure a joke (to me anyway). Good point. Being a blonde myself, (well, I used to be a natural blonde when I was a kid . . . I’ve needed a little “help” over the last twenty years or so ) I’ve heard my fair share of “blonde jokes”. That reminds me . . . back in high school, my Spanish II teacher used to call me “La Rubia Densa” (the dumb blonde) because that year I was sporting a particularly, um, bright shade of blonde (and I was such a nerd, that he probably felt I wouldn’t be offended by being called “dumb”.) Just file that under “useless facts I really didn’t need to know” . . . (I still don’t think it’s nearly the insult that guant'no banahs appears to be. ) I loved the "cozy" reference. It reminded me of Visions of the Future when Mara told Luke that 2 people in an x-wing cockpit was cozy. I had to laugh. I forgot about that one! Actually, when I wrote that, the scene from Mira Terrik’s Interlude where Jag and Jaina are returning to Borleias in his clawcraft came to mind. IIRC, Kyp made some snarky comment to Jaina about how “cozy” things were. Great job! Thanks so much!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/1/05 9:23am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	That was incredbly funny! I enjoyed it, even though I am not really big into Kyp and Jag. Now that just sounded wrong, didn't it? -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Maggy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 7/3/05 9:34am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	Scoundrel: “I’ll admit that I was overcome by curiosity to find you in a dingy cantina on a backwater planet, dressed up like a ridiculous parody of Han Solo,” he began in a cool voice. “But how was I supposed to know that simply sitting at the seat next to yours would be enough to spook your targets?” “In your clawcraft? Ooh, how cozy,” Kyp cooed, batting his eyelashes and finishing with a silly grin. a funny piece great interaction between Kyp and Jag both lovely in their own way well done ~Mags~ -----signature----- The Revenant - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10477/28313064 - co authored with Jedi Ant "Maggy rawks " - YodaKenbi Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 7/3/05 4:32pm Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	Scoundrel: Yay! 'Fic! Jag squeezed off a couple of quick shots with his charric before ducking once again behind the relative safety of an overturned table. He spared a quick glance beside him to check if the reason that Kyp was not assisting in their defense was that he had been injured. His bewilderment at the sight of Kyp removing what appeared to be some sort of detonator from a secret compartment in the sole of his shoe quickly changed to alarm as Kyp continued to fiddle with the device instead of tossing it at their adversaries. "Ktah! Are you trying to get us killed?!" Jag exclaimed as Kyp began hammering the device with the heel of his hand. "Ktah!"? Good introduction. And Kyp, planning, and not just using the nearest offensive weapon to hand. "Sithspit!” Kyp cursed as all of the lights on the device winked out. “Uh... I think I broke it?" “That’s the good news,” Jag muttered as he snatched the device from Kyp’s hands and threw it across the room. He propped his charric on the top of the table and blindly began spraying shots around the room to discourage anyone from advancing on their position. “By chance, do you have any more firepower hidden in your footwear?” “Just this,” Kyp replied as he finished retrieving a small holdout blaster from the sole of his other shoe. “I was hoping for a lightsaber.” I like Jag's attitude, though - has Kyp got him a bit irritated? “Yeah, well, something like that might tip off that I’m a Jedi – which no one here is supposed to know,” Kyp replied as he cautiously peered around the edge of the table and fired a few shots. He ducked back behind the table and added sarcastically, “That would probably blow my cover . . . you know, like you just did.” Jag struggled to keep from showing that he suddenly had the urge to jam an icicle up a certain part of Kyp’s anatomy. Dare I mention subtext? “I’ll admit that I was overcome by curiosity to find you in a dingy cantina on a backwater planet, dressed up like a ridiculous parody of Han Solo,” he began in a cool voice. “But how was I supposed to know that simply sitting at the seat next to yours would be enough to spook your targets?” “I’ll have you know that the Goddess personally worked on my disguise. [i]You want to tell her that you think it looks ridiculous?” “Oh.” Jag fell silent as he imagined her brandy-brown glare drilling right through him. “Never mind,” he finished.[/i] So she wants him to be her father?! That's so wrong... so good... “I thought so,” Kyp replied smugly. He called out over his shoulder as he began firing again, “Besides, I wanted to go with a Lando-esque disguise, but my cape was at the cleaners.” Pulling back behind the table to avoid another volley of return fire he asked, “So, what brings you this particular armpit of the galaxy?” He's doing his best to be Han, too... “Emergency repairs,” Jag answered simply as he risked peering around the side of the table to assess their progress. He had estimated as they had dove for cover that there were around ten opponents, and the number now looked to be about seven. Not good. We’re not eliminating them fast enough. That's Jag, though... “Really?” Kyp asked and laughed shortly. “What kind of bucket of bolts are you flying around in now?” Jag bristled. “My ship is always in perfect flying condition. Perhaps this malfunction was the Force’s way of sending me here to assist you.” “Well, you’re doing a great job so far,” Kyp groused then added something in shriwook that Jag could not remember the literal translation, but knew that it was intended to be insulting. “Moactan teel,” he muttered. “I’m guessing that was some sort of Chiss insult.” “Among the Chiss, it is quite effective,” he stated. Jag decided to omit the observation that in the known galaxy, however, referring to someone as fair-haired was actually a rather lame insult. And why does Kyp speak Shyriiwook? A blaster bolt sizzling between them brought them back to the present situation. They looked at each other in surprise, then at the hole in the table where apparently a number of hits to that precise location had been scored, then back to each other. Kyp shrugged then shoved the muzzle of his blaster into the opening and began firing, constantly changing the angle of his shots. Knowing that they were running out of time, Jag began scanning the room behind them. He quickly spotted a small hallway that, hopefully, led to a back exit. “There is a hallway behind us that’s probably our only way out. Any ideas on how to get there without getting shot?” “Working on it,” Kyp replied simply. Jag risked another glance at their opposition and noted that the number had been reduced to six. Curiously, two of them tried to make a run for the front entryway. Jag fired and struck the one in the lead high on his chest at the same moment that one of Kyp’s random shots struck him further down his trunk, felling the portly human, but the Rodian behind him slipped out unharmed. Ktah! He doubted that their intentions had been to flee the battle. “I think one of them is coming around to attack us from behind,” Jag reported as he ducked back under cover. “We have to go. Now.” Uh-oh... “Okay, I’ve got an idea. When I signal, run like hell for that hallway. Just make sure to drag me along with you; I’ll be a bit distracted covering our backs.” While Jag would have preferred more details than that, he knew that there was no time. Ultimately, though, he had faith in the Jedi Master’s abilities. With a curt nod, he signaled that he was ready. An almost serene look settled onto Kyp’s face as he closed his eyes and cradled his blaster in both hands. After two heartbeats, his eyes snapped back open. “Go!” he ordered as he lobbed the blaster over the table. Useful trick... Jag leapt to his feet just as a blast sent shrapnel flying past him on both sides. For the briefest instant, he was bewildered by the fact that they had been unharmed by the debris, then he realized that Kyp must have been using the Force to shield them. He grabbed Kyp by the wrist and tugged him along as he made a mad dash for the hallway. Getting definite Han/Chewie vibes here now... Apparently at least one of their adversaries had recovered from the explosion, for blaster bolts began filling the air. Jag resisted the urge to duck and roll, trusting Kyp to deflect the fire, and continued weaving around the tables and chairs overturned in the other patrons’ haste to flee the fracas as it had unfolded. Noting the grace and ease with which Kyp was navigating the obstacles, Jag figured that Kyp had simply wanted him to stay close to minimize the area that he needed to shield rather than actually requiring Jag’s assistance to maneuver. They charged into the back hallway and Jag noted with some relief that there did indeed appear to be a doorway at the end. He raised his charric, for if this was the rear exit, the Rodian should be arriving right about – The door slid open to reveal the Rodian, who only had a split second to register his surprise before Jag pumped three quick bolts into his chest. Three more strides lead to the threshold then Jag vaulted the body of the dead Rodian to land in the alley beyond. In mid-flight, he realized that a better description for the alley would be [i]giant mud puddle and that landing solidly on his feet would be an impossibility. He tucked and rolled through the muck, springing up into a firing crouch after three rotations. As he began scanning for hostile targets, Jag noticed Kyp begin to stand then utter a muffled curse as he crumpled awkwardly back into the mud. Before he could give Kyp’s plight any more thought, blaster bolts whizzing past him drew his attention back to the cantina doorway. A quick succession of bursts from his charric soon silenced the blaster fire with the thud of a falling body and a human arm dangling over the threshold, the offending blaster falling from the lifeless hand into the mire below. “Are you injured?” Jag called as he turned his attention back to Kyp. “My pride is, more than anything,” Kyp muttered as he sat up. “I twisted my ankle pretty badly. Go on, and I’ll catch up after I’ve fixed it.”[/i] Good action sequence, though... The thought of leaving Kyp behind, Jedi Master or not, did not sit well with Jag. “No. You can hobble as you heal,” he stated as he stepped over and helped Kyp to his feet. “Come on. Where is your ship berthed?” “Hangar 129,” Kyp replied as he leaned on Jag for support. That was very close to where Jag’s own ship was located, and more importantly, was just a short distance away. Their steps were slow and awkward as they made their way down the muddy alley, but their pace quickened a bit as they turned a corner and reached more solid footing. Soon, Kyp began to take a few tentative steps to test his injured ankle. “Good as new,” he said and flashed a quick grin before breaking into a run. Jag easily matched pace with him, and they rounded the last corner before making a mad dash straight toward their destination. Jag furrowed his brows as he noticed a lone figure sprinting from the hangar. After a moment, the only conclusion that he could draw made his eyes widen in shock. “Oh. Shavit.” He and Kyp both said in unison as they skidded to a stop. Before they could change the direction of their flight, the shockwave from an explosion lifted them off of their feet and tossed them backwards like discarded children’s toys. Heh. You enjoying playing with them... When he finally stopped rolling, Jag found himself facedown in the dust, and he lay still for a moment to assess the damage. Other than a slight ringing in his ears and numerous scrapes and bruises, he seemed to be uninjured. Carefully, he began levering himself upright, coughing and spitting grime from his mouth. A quick glance to his right revealed Kyp also getting to his feet, apparently unharmed as well. Looking back to the smoking remains of the hangar Jag remarked, “It looks like you could use a ride.” “In your clawcraft? Ooh, how cozy,” Kyp cooed, batting his eyelashes and finishing with a silly grin. Jag could feel the muscles in his jaw working as he silently ran through a number of ways to respond, finally deciding that the best response would be no response at all. He wondered why he was finding it so hard to hide his irritation. I suppose being shot at, dragged through the mud and almost blown up, when all I wanted to do was stretch my legs and enjoy a drink might have something to do with it. Instinctively, Jag straightened up and reached to dust off his uniform. With dismay, he immediately recognized the futility of the gesture. Jag frowned as he noticed that Kyp was studying his backside with obvious amusement. “What?” he snapped. Great characterization - but somehow, he doesn't quite let Kyp get away with it... Kyp tried unsuccessfully to suppress a snicker. “It looks like you’ve got a breach in your hull there, Fel.” Jag twisted around to inspect the back of his uniform and noted that the seat of his pants had been ripped, leaving a large piece of fabric hanging down like an open hatch. His irritation at the sorry state of his uniform lessened when he glanced back at Kyp. “It seems that your costume is venting as well,” he remarked, unable to keep one corner of his mouth from betraying his own amusement. Kyp turned to inspect the back of his pants, but any further remarks were cut off by the trill of Jag’s comlink. “Fel here.” “Ambassador, perhaps you should return to the shuttle. There has been an explosion nearby, and we have received reports of some sort of disturbance in one of the local establishments.” “So I’ve heard,” Jag remarked dryly. “The repairs have been completed. We may lift off as soon as you are aboard, if you wish.” “Affirmative. I will arrive momentarily.” He almost forgot to add, “Oh. We will be transporting one more passenger.” There was a long pause, and Jag chuckled softly as he pictured the look of confusion and apprehension on his aide’s blue face. “Understood,” finally came the reply. “Are you going to translate for me, or was that a private conversation?” Kyp asked as Jag clipped his comm back to his belt. “My ship has been repaired,” Jag stated and began striding away. He called over his shoulder, “If you can get over your disappointment that it is a shuttle instead of my cozy clawcraft, you are welcome to ride along.” Kyp muttered some sort of comment about Jag’s sense of humor then quickly sprinted to catch up. The short trip to the hangar that housed the Chiss shuttle was mercifully uneventful, but Jag still cast a wary eye around as they neared the entrance. “I never got a chance to ask you earlier;” Kyp began as they crossed the threshold, “how did you end up picking that dive to pass the time?” Jag shrugged. “Honestly, I was intrigued by the name of the establishment.” “I see what you mean,” Kyp said with a snort. “What kind of name is Transparisteel Teacup for a place like that, anyway?” Defensive, Durron? :p The two men looked at each other then burst out laughing. As they approached the shuttle, Jag had to resist the urge to laugh again at the priceless look of astonishment on the faces of the two Chiss guards on either side of the ramp. In fairness to them, Jag had to admit that he and Kyp were quite the sight. “Ambassador, are you – ” one of them began. Jag dismissed their concerns with a wave of his hand. “I am fine,” he stated in their native tongue. “I trust that we are prepared to depart.” “Yes, sir.” “Good,” he replied briskly and continued up the ramp. A chuckle caused Jag to glance sidelong at Kyp and arch an eyebrow, never breaking stride. Kyp shook his head. “Only you, Fel, could come across as that dignified and official looking like that.” Jag could not think of a proper retort, so he continued walking in silence. Good job, Jag! “Hey Jag, listen,” Kyp said as he reached out and pulled Jag to a halt. “I really want to thank you for your help. I was only teasing earlier; you didn’t blow my cover. Things were going sour just before you showed up – having someone in full dress uniform walk in only heightened their suspicions. I was glad to have you on my wing.” “Think nothing of it. I still more than owe you for what you did at Borleias.” Kyp seemed uncomfortable with Jag’s gratitude. “No you don’t,” he finally admitted. “I didn’t really go back just for you.” “I know. It’s not my life that I’m grateful you saved.” “Ah,” Kyp said in sudden understanding. He looked Jag straight in the eyes and vowed, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I had to.” “As would I,” Jag intoned solemnly. They continued to stare at each other, almost as if sealing a silent pact. After a moment, gravity shifted minutely under their feet, signaling that the shuttle was lifting off. “After we get cleaned up, would you care join me for a drink?” Jag asked. “I just happen to have a stash of fine Corellian brandy that I would be willing to share.” “There really is a Corellian heart beating underneath that blue skin, isn’t there?” Kyp asked in mock astonishment. Jag allowed just a hint of a grin to touch his lips. “It’s a secret that I only allow a few to know.” “Well, thanks for sharing,” Kyp said with a smile. He gestured with his hand for Jag to lead the way, and as they walked he began, “Now, while we sample some of that brandy, maybe we should work on crafting a version of today’s events that won’t give the Goddess endless sources of amusement.” “Perhaps omitting any reference to our wardrobe malfunction would be a good place to start,” Jag offered. “Definitely,” Kyp agreed with a laugh. Great 'fic [The Ewok reserves the right to improve his reply to this when he can think...] - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP :===8[#]8===: Kyp/Jaina fans: stand up and be counted!
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/4/05 8:04am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	A delightful 'buddy fic'. It looks like Jag and Kyp have been friends forever and I especially liked that both felt they needed to make up a story the Jaina couldn't tease them over. Throroughly enjoyable Jags_Scoundrel. -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 7/4/05 12:16pm Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	Jag struggled to keep from showing that he suddenly had the urge to jam an icicle up a certain part of Kyp’s anatomy. That seems like a very bizarre urge... wonders about Jag “Besides, I wanted to go with a Lando-esque disguise, but my cape was at the cleaners.” “It looks like you could use a ride.” “In your clawcraft? Ooh, how cozy,” Kyp cooed, batting his eyelashes and finishing with a silly grin. Yes, they should be better acquainted after that Kyp tried unsuccessfully to suppress a snicker. “It looks like you’ve got a breach in your hull there, Fel.” Kyp seemed uncomfortable with Jag’s gratitude. “No you don’t,” he finally admitted. “I didn’t really go back just for you.” “I know. It’s not my life that I’m grateful you saved.” Interesting insight That was terrific, Scoundrel! Loved the banter between Jag and Kyp, definitely drove the story. Trying to protect each other, all the while taking jabs from one another made for a great dynamic. Also added a lot of humor The story and the action were good as well. I thought it was great the way you only made a handful of references to Jaina, and in the most important one regarding Borleias, didn't even say her name. Great choice in my opinion I'm very impressed -----signature----- Supersonic gone and took my soul The Lands of the Dead: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28522077/p1 Blood Trail: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28636429/p1 "They weren't very bright, even for Imperials."— Emala
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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 7/5/05 8:40am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	VaderLVR64: That was incredbly funny! Thanks so much! I enjoyed it, even though I am not really big into Kyp and Jag. Now that just sounded wrong, didn't it? S’ok . . . I knew what you meant. And thanks again! Maggy: a funny piece Thanks! great interaction between Kyp and Jag both lovely in their own way I’m glad you liked it. (And, yeah ) well done Thanks again! TMcE: Yay! 'Fic! Now if I could only finish something besides a challenge entry . . . "Ktah!"? Good introduction. And Kyp, planning, and not just using the nearest offensive weapon to hand. Thanks but I can’t take all of the credit. The opening two lines of dialogue were already supplied. (Granted, they were supposed to be the first two lines of the ‘fic itself, but I just found it too awkward to try to set up the scene after both lines of dialogue, so I took the hit on my score and wrote it the way I did.) I like Jag's attitude, though - has Kyp got him a bit irritated? Like Jag thinks a little later on, I think he was just a little peeved at the situation that he found himself in courtesy of Kyp. Dare I mention subtext? cradles head in hands while shoulders shake in embarrassed laughter Oh. Crap. I can’t believe I honestly never gave that a thought. Really, I was just trying like hell to somehow use the words jam and icicle which were two of the required words that we had to use. So she wants him to be her father?! That's so wrong... so good... shakes head Silly, silly Ewok. He's doing his best to be Han, too... Must be the costume. That's Jag, though... Thanks! And why does Kyp speak Shyriiwook? Um . . . same reason Jag almost remembered the translation? Lowie taught them while they were all in Twin Suns? Yeah, that’s the ticket! (Or maybe it was the only way I could think of to work in the word shriwook . . . ) Uh-oh... Mwahahaha . . . Useful trick... Plausible, I hope. Getting definite Han/Chewie vibes here now... Dare I ask which one is which? Good action sequence, though... Thanks! I’ve only ever written one other “action scene” so this part was really hard to write. Heh. You enjoying playing with them... What can I say? :D Great characterization - but somehow, he doesn't quite let Kyp get away with it... Thanks again! :D Defensive, Durron? Can you guess that teacup was one of the required words? :D Good job, Jag! It seemed like the response he would give. “ :D :D ” Great ‘fic Thanks so much! :D Leona: A delightful 'buddy fic'. It looks like Jag and Kyp have been friends forever and I especially liked that both felt they needed to make up a story the Jaina couldn't tease them over. Thank you! I really can picture them as friends, and I’m glad that really came through. And yeah, I figured that they would both want to avoid any teasing that Jaina could direct at them. Throroughly enjoyable Jags_Scoundrel. Thanks again! :D YK: That seems like a very bizarre urge... wonders about Jag Two things are becoming quickly apparent to me: 1.) I really should have provided a list of all of the “rules” of this challenge – it might have explained at least a few things (see my reply to TMcE on the same subject.) and 2.) I really should carefully look over anything I’ve written during my downtime at work. I suspect that I sort of lifted that line, sort of, from a sign that I made at work years ago. When I first started, the guys in the warehouse had a habit of putting some tires right in front of a cabinet that we used for storage. I got tired pretty quickly of rolling about 4 or 5 truck tires out of my way everytime I needed a kriffin’ roll of adding machine tape, so I posted a sign that said that anyone caught blocking that cabinet would find themselves hanging from the rafters by a sensitive part of their anatomy. Funny, but I never had a problem after that. “ ” Thanks! (It was the only way I could think of to use the word “cape.”) Yes, they should be better acquainted after that [face_tongue] [face_tongue] “ [face_laugh]” I’m rather surprised that no one has asked me exactly how completely their backsides were “venting.” [face_laugh] Interesting insight Thanks! :) But I’m sure I’ve read other ‘fics that have expanded on that point – I just happen to agree with it. That was terrific, Scoundrel! :D Loved the banter between Jag and Kyp, definitely drove the story. Trying to protect each other, all the while taking jabs from one another made for a great dynamic. Also added a lot of humor :D Thanks so much! :D I was worried that I had gotten a bit carried away with all of the shots at each other – there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. The story and the action were good as well. I thought it was great the way you only made a handful of references to Jaina, and in the most important one regarding Borleias, didn't even say her name. Great choice in my opinion :) Thanks, but I definitely can’t take credit for that – one of the rules was “Thou shalt not use the word Jaina.” I'm very impressed :D And to me, that is a very high compliment coming from you. Thank you! :) :D
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Arin_Atona Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 7/5/05 3:09pm Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	What? A thread by Scoundrel? : “I’ll admit that I was overcome by curiosity to find you in a dingy cantina on a backwater planet, dressed up like a ridiculous parody of Han Solo,” he began in a cool voice. Somehow, I think it's probably a common thing to do in the galaxy. : “Besides, I wanted to go with a Lando-esque disguise, but my cape was at the cleaners.” Oh, dear this was funny! -----signature----- On the Shoulders of Giants http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=23575110 From the Empire, With Love http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26258118
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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 7/6/05 8:57am Subject: RE: A Chance Meeting (Third Place - Jag/Kyp Buddy Challenge)
	Arin: What? A thread by Scoundrel? Shocking, ain’t it? Somehow, I think it's probably a common thing to do in the galaxy. Good point. “ ” I’m glad that line went over so well. (I thought it was a lame attempt to get in a required word.) Oh, dear this was funny! Thanks so much!
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