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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/2 8:34pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) Replies (5/25/08)
	Some more replies... Geo3: Welcome back! Yes, the asides are important. In writing this, I have noticed that it is much more difficult to tie the cannon characters down to their characterizations. Thus, I find a reminder very so often as to who they are and where they come from helps. Also, your comment on Kalinadian informal information gathering reminds me of a line from the 1979 or 1980 "Flash Gordon" movie. Zharkov tells Flash it would be a good thing if Mongo was a police state. Flash asks why, and Zharkov responds, "We'll have allies on all sides." Same idea, different emphasis. obsessedwithstarwars: DOn't worry , you're on the list! laurethiel1139[b]: Your enthusiasm is noted. [b]canadianjedimama: Welcome to a new reader. I must tell you that the I/D v. A/P contrast was not really something that I planned. It seems obvious in retrospect, but it wasn't a focus as I wrote it. It does however raise an issue of why they have such different outcomes. The short answer would appear to be taht I/D accept that to have what they want means that things will not be the same as before they met. They're ok with this as well. This does not appear to be a trait shared by A/P. I thank you for all of your praise, and I must say that I am impressed by the fact that you read the entire Ivoverse (some 550 pages in MSWORD over 7 stories) in a really short period fo time. Now, I am just left with teh question to you: Which of the seven is your favorite? Bonus ?: and why? Ok, I think that I got everyone, and teh next post should go up tomorrow, AM EDT. See you all then. -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/3 5:20am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) More Replies and an Announcement (6/2/08)
	Sorry, but PMs will be late... Now, the next post. Chapter 7 “A Family Affair” Part I “Familiarity breeds contempt” The Castle of Dunlindia, Duchy of Dunlind, Kalinda, 1023 hrs. She’s done this to deliberately annoy me…I don’t care what Dormé and Drinie think; my sister deliberately waited a day to come simply to annoy me. As the ungracious thought passed, Ivo opened his eyes and looked across the library from his seat in his favorite chair. His wife sat at her letter desk composing a reply to the latest request that she return to the University of Theed and deliver a series of Master classes in Thretella performance. He smiled, knowing that Dormé was trying to find a kind way to refuse the offer. She would, he knew, renew her offer to spend part of an afternoon with thretella students the next time that she was on Naboo, but she would refuse the idea of teaching on even a part-time basis. Then, she would finish writing her sister. At least, my sister-in-law Kanlié didn’t marry, have children and become odd…Then again, I am told, even by Mameni, that I’m the only one who thinks that it happened that quickly. Everyone else thinks that it started with Genty’s assignment to Hapes. The opening of the doors from the main hallway caused both Ivo and Dormé to look up. In the open doorway stood Felstras Daricorsta, Head Butler and Chief of the Male Palace Staff. “Milord, Exarch Artoras has arrived. She is currently in the Great Hall. Lady Aliksandrina is speaking with her.” Ivo harrumphed. This provoked a cocked eyebrow from his wife, despite the fact that she did not look up from her letter. It provoked no reaction at all from the Head Butler. Not wanting to let the moment stretch, Ivo said, “I’ll meet with her in the Morning Room. Please have her taken there.” “Very good, Milord,” Daricorsta said, as he bowed and exited walking backward. As the doors closed, Dormé looked up and spoke in a tone bespeaking forced neutrality. “The Morning Room? You’re going to meet with your sister in one of the formal public rooms rather than say, here?” “Yes,” Ivo replied, in a tone that challenged Dormé to disagree. “Don’t you think that she may be a tad insulted by that? I mean, unless you intend to insult her, meeting with her in a formal room outside of a public audience is simply asking for trouble.” As always, my Darling you challenge me gently and attempt to get me to change my mind myself, but not this time. “Probably, but she needs to realize that this is important, and not a social call. This is not one more complaint session to her older brother about how her husband is put upon.” Dormé tilted her head slightly to the left and nodded. It was a mannerism that he had come to know well over the last nearly twenty-eight years. It meant something like, ‘Go ahead you fool, but don’t come to me to be comforted when it all goes wrong. Unless you can stand me saying that I told you so.’ Deciding to ignore the implied criticism, Ivo rose from his chair and left the library. As the doors closed behind him, Dormé said under her breath, “Sometimes, my love, I just wish that you weren’t quite so certain that you were right constantly.” The Solo-Organa Residence, 500 Republica, Coruscant, 1402 hrs. Leia had been in meetings almost non-stop since before dawn, all due to the unexpected battle between Republic Forces and the Kalinadians at Toskal. She was exhausted when she had arrived home at just after noon. There, she had found her brother and her husband, talking excitedly about something. They had barely even acknowledged her entry to the apartment. Luke seemed to be almost energized. At first, Leia had simply stared. Now, nearly two hours later, she still had been only occasionally able to get a word in edgewise. Of course, the same was true of Han. Luke was dominating the conversation. At first, he had been excitedly relaying information gained from a Corellian Healer, Kampher Canaille, who had once been a Jedi. Leia had been unable to ask anything about this alleged Jedi Knight whom the Kalinadians had dropped in Luke’s lap, or about the traveling companion that Mon Mothma had mentioned Luke would be bringing with him to Kalinda. Leia glanced at Han. Well, he seems about as interested as he was last night, when I tried to talk about what the Naboo had told me. But, my oh my, does he fake interest well, even if paying just enough attention to catch import… Han’s voice interrupted Luke’s narrative. All he said was. “They knew?” Luke, slightly startled and wide-eyed, replied with, “Knew what?” Han rolled his eyes. “That your parents were married.” “Well,” Luke began, “she didn’t exactly say that, but she did say that they knew that the two were more than friends.” “More than friends covers a lot of ground, Kid,” Han said, with a knowing smile. Luke chuckled, but appeared to Leia to be almost uncomfortable with the joking comment. He also suddenly seemed very closed to Leia, almost as if he had moved behind a wall or a closed door. I wonder what that’s all about… Having seemingly composed himself, Luke continued, “She focused mainly on events prior to and around the beginning of the Clone War. Healer Canaille even told me a little about our future host.” “Really? What did she say?” Leia asked, more than moderately interested in the conversation for the first time. “That she only met him once, but that he was a strange combination of gracious and direct almost to the point of rudeness on some points. She said that he had all the appearance of arrogance, but that most of it seemed to derive from a nearly boundless self-confidence. She thought that he had all the anti-Jedi prejudices of his people, but he never directly raised them. Apparently, he suggested smuggling Senator Amidala…” Luke paused. Then glancing at Leia, he began to speak again. “…that is to say, our mother, Padmé Naberrie, into the Jedi Temple in the uniform of one of the Guard Regiments of the Kalinadian Army in order to effect a meeting after Father had been wounded on Geonosis. Apparently, Kam…Healer Canaille…was the messenger between Father and the world outside the Healer’s Ward of the Jedi Temple. She said one other thing about the Protector of Kalinda. She said he was Father’s friend.” “So. I mean lots of people have lots of friends, particularly those who are rich, famous or powerful,” Han stated in a tone halfway between cynical and sarcastic. Once a scruffy looking nerf herder, always a scruffy looking nerf herder. “No, Han, it’s more than that,” Leia said, her exasperation seeping into her voice. Han’s head snapped around to look at Leia. Before Han could obey his urge to stick his foot further into his mouth, Leia continued, “Laecilla…Queen Henillidia II…told me much the same thing. She said that her Aunt and Uncle were close friends with our parents and that her Uncle almost seemed protective in a filial way of Vad…Anakin. She also emphasized how important the bonds of friendship are in Kalinadian culture.” Han started to open his mouth, but Leia quickly continued, “The Queen suggested to me that the Kalinadian Royal Family is most likely to treat us as long lost relatives rather than strangers.” “Long lost relatives, huh? I’ll believe it when I see it, Darlin’. Every time I ever dealt with the Kalinadians they practically acted as if they should be wearing gloves and masks. Though they did pay on time, in platinum and gold coins, and very well.” “You know, you both could be right,” Luke interceded. “They may treat Leia and me well, but there is no guarantee that they’ll be as friendly to anyone else.” “Well, that leaves me in a cold and lonely place,” Han quipped. “Han, just stop it.” Leia scolded. “Remember,” she continued, “I’ve met Moff…Protector Arzhan. Even when interrogating me, he was polite, and to a degree solicitous. I doubt that he would cold-shoulder or insult my Husband.” Han started to react, when Leia changed the subject. “So, Luke, what do you think about this supposed Jedi Knight that was sent to you?” “Knight Offee certainly has the knowledge of the Order to be what she, and her letter of introduction claims…” “But,” interjected Han, interrupting Luke, “she could also be a well trained fake sent by the Kalinadians to spy on you.” “Yes, Han, she could be, but that just doesn’t feel right,” Luke responded. Han’s right, but Luke’s the one with the connection to the Force. Wait…what did he say about a letter? “Luke, what letter of introduction?” Leia asked. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about it, Leia. I brought the datapad, because I wanted you to read it.” Leia looked up to see Luke holding out a data pad to her. As she took it, she noticed that it was already up and running with the letter of introduction on the screen. As she began to read, she heard Luke’s voice, as if from a distance. “I thought that you might be able to tell me if it sounds like something the man you met would write.” The words on the screen jumped up at Leia, transporting her to a richly appointed cabin on a Star Destroyer. The rhythm was more formal, but it was the same pattern. She read praise of Knight Offee’s bravery when cornered, giving battle rather than fleeing. Then she read the complaint that Offee should have taken advantage of his offer to accept her surrender and protect her from the purge. Then, she read of his regret at having to injury Offee so severely in order to subdue her. Her blood chilled when she came to the end of the letter, and read, “Of course, Milord Count, I would be remiss in ending this missive without asking you to convey my regards to the Lady Leia, whom I met once what seems now to be ages ago, in a situation where I had the advantage. I hope to see her again, and perhaps she will have the advantage this time.” Yes, I will…and I’ll have it with just one question. “Well?” It was Han’s voice pulling her from her thoughts. “Well, what?” she replied. “Do you think that he wrote it?” Luke asked in a tone that made it seem that he thought her stupid or insane. “Oh, yes, I do think that he wrote it or dictated it or had someone with intimate knowledge of his thoughts write it. But it may all be academic.” “What do you mean?” Luke asked seeming truly perplexed by Leia’s comment. “Well, we might not be going to Kalinda.” “Why?” Luke asked sounding even more perplexed. Gods Luke, don’t Jedi keep up on current events… “Because,” Leia began sounding a bit to school-marmish for even her own tastes, “We may very shortly be at war with Kalinadian Commonwealth, thanks to the unauthorized actions of one cruiser captain.” The Morning Room, Castle of Dunlindia, Duchy of Dunlind, Kalinda, 1035 hrs. Alania Lady Artoras, Exarch of Ardarza, Countess Siladon, and younger sister of the Lord Protector Kisavalivo IV was livid. She had been lead by her brother’s head butler to The Morning Room, an overly formal green, blue, white, and gold chamber with a raised dais at one end. Here, the Duke of Dunlind had traditionally held his morning audiences with the inhabitants and officials of the Duchy. In short, her brother had summoned her here, and then chose to meet with her in a position that reinforced her inferior position. It was an insult, and she could not believe that it was not deliberate. This caused her to begin to call on the energies of the Gods in the Harmonies to shield her thoughts and feelings. At least I am appropriately dressed for the room, she thought as she glanced down at the heavily embroidered green and white robes of an Exarch of the Church. One of the doors at the back of the dais swung outward. Her brother walked past the servant opening the door and onto the low dais. Alania stared at him. He had chosen to wear his full state uniform with its heavy blue tailcoat and gold filigree. He was as formally dressed as she. Well, you are sending a message today, aren’t you… “Good Morning, Lani, I trust that you had a pleasant ride over,” Ivo said in a flat tone. “Oh, yes, quite. Your semi-exiled brother-in-law asked me to say hello to you,” She replied in an equally flat tone. Seeming to ignore her response to his pleasantries, her brother began to speak again, “I wish to speak to you concerning a matter of potentially grave importance…” “What? The theological disputations of the last Archon and the Monks of Gersalus? Or perhaps the subtle liturgical changes worked to accommodate your wife’s following of the Naboo Goddess of the Fields or…” “Sarcasm does not become you, Lani.” Ivo interrupted a little too sharply for Lani’s tastes. He’s on edge… Before she could say anything in response, Ivo asked, “What happened in Beltrasia early yesterday morning?” Lani suddenly found herself very confused, and as all god touched would, she began to shield herself even more heavily. How would I know what happened in Beltrasia yesterday…if Mameni hadn’t grown up there and her parents hadn’t stayed there, I never would have gone to the place… “Well?” Ivo asked in a more demanding tone. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Ivo.” Lani felt her reply direct and forthright. She sensed that her brother did not. “Yesterday morning a force of Archonate troops lead by two Witch Hunters raided a building on one side of a square in Beltrasia. The resulting firefight left a building partially gutted, and at least a dozen bodies. Witnesses say that the troops and Witch Hunters took the bodies with them. Needless to say, they did not talk to any secular authority about what had happened.” Lani rocked back on her heels. Quickly she said, “Ivo, I am a Theologian not an Inquisitor or War Priest, I know nothing of this raid.” “You are an Exarch of the Church and lead Theologian of the Sect of Ardarza. The Witch Hunters report to the Inquisitors, who are members of the clergy of Ardarza. You are in a position to know, and I need to know exactly what is going on.” Ivo’s tone was dismissive, and more than slightly angry. This angered Lani. Thus, she spoke perhaps more quickly than she should have. “Perhaps, but the truth is that I do not know. If you stopped to think about it, Ivo, you might realize that the Order of Delsardis, your Witch Hunters, are disciples of Arkalidrias, The Justiciar, who serves Kelistras The Judge not Our Lord of Law and War. Despite the fact that Kelistras serves Ardarza, the only of our clergy that the Delsardians would deal with are the Inquisitors, and I have nothing to do with them day to day.” “Lani, the decision to do something like this was not made by some auxiliary Exarch. This at least went to the upper levels of the Ardarzians, if not to the Archonal court itself. The Archonate has not staged an offensive military operation on the home world in over 2,000 years. This was not done lightly, and I am certain that there is some significant reason for it. I find it difficult to believe that someone in your position doesn’t know or suspect what that reason was…” “My Lord Protector, you have now nearly accused me of lying to you to twice. I remind you that I am not Exarch Prime of the Sect, and that as a general rule, I do not attend meetings of the Archonal Court. I would tell you to simply pray on it, and let your faith draw you to your own conclusions. That should be simple for you, you pray more than most Exarches that I know.” The color flared in Ivo’s face as if he had been slapped by his title. After a moment’s pause, Ivo replied in a cold and jagged tone. “Countess Siladon, perhaps I pray more than most Exarches, because I need to. I tell you this: we face war with the Coruscanti Republic, and I cannot have chaos at home, if I need to fight the Republic and manage a significant withdrawal from the Free Hapan League. The last time that the Archonate staged a major military action with its own troops on Kalinda was during the Civil War. I do not intend to allow some folly by Priests to help bring down this Commonwealth. Take that message to the Exarch Prime of your Order, and tell him that I need to know what is happening.” “Is that all, Milord?” Lani asked the question with an air of defiance. “No, Countess. You are dismissed. Though, should you speak with your husband, send him my greetings.” As Ivo began to turn toward the door to leave, Lani called after him, “Perhaps, Milord, my husband would find your greetings more comforting if they accompanied a reassignment from a post that should never have been his.” Lani watched Ivo stop dead in mid-turn. Pivoting, Ivo faced her, and in a frighteningly controlled voice said, “Milady, if my friend, and your husband, Major General Sir Gentian Artoras, Knight of the Protector’s Guard, Count Siladon wishes to be reassigned he needs to make the request of me or of General Arlotra. He should not ask his wife, my sister, to make his pleas for him. Further, you are right, he was not meant to have his current post, but through no one’s fault but the Hapans’, Brigadier Corlashilon Arkodda, Baron Felcant died at the head of his troops of the First Protectoral Guards Brigade in the final assault on the Government District on Hapes. Lash was a much better politician than Genty has ever been, but Genty is a better soldier. He is where he is because Lash’s death left me with no one else that I knew I could trust to make it all work. Perhaps you should send him that message as well. Good day, Countess.” Lani began to tremble as the door closed behind her brother. She had just seen controlled fury of a kind that he had not displayed since the Purists had wounded Dormé in an assassination attempt early in the reign. How have things reached this point, Lani thought as she forced herself to make her way to the door and back toward the Great Hall. Why do I feel a stranger in my brother’s house… -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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DarthBreezy Title: Retired Mos Everett Cantina Founder & JMPR Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/3 6:25pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	So I'm the first? Righty! I shall endeavor not to dissapoint. GunraysLawyer posted: She’s done this to deliberately annoy me…I don’t care what Dormé and Drinie think; my sister deliberately waited a day to come simply to annoy me. Oh dear - trouble brewing? GunraysLawyer posted: “The Morning Room? You’re going to meet with your sister in one of the formal public rooms rather than say, here?” Dormé tilted her head slightly to the left and nodded. It was a mannerism that he had come to know well over the last nearly twenty-eight years. It meant something like, ‘Go ahead you fool, but don’t come to me to be comforted when it all goes wrong. Unless you can stand me saying that I told you so.’ LOL! OK, not laughing at the situation, but I do love the interaction between Dorme and Ivo... so 'Familiar' with each other. GunraysLawyer posted: Leia had been unable to ask anything about this alleged Jedi Knight whom the Kalinadians had dropped in Luke’s lap, or about the traveling companion that Mon Mothma had mentioned Luke would be bringing with him to Kalinda. Leia glanced at Han. Well, he seems about as interested as he was last night, when I tried to talk about what the Naboo had told me. But, my oh my, does he fake interest well, even if paying just enough attention to catch import… Han’s voice interrupted Luke’s narrative. All he said was. “They knew?” Luke, slightly startled and wide-eyed, replied with, “Knew what?” Han rolled his eyes. “That your parents were married.” “Well,” Luke began, “she didn’t exactly say that, but she did say that they knew that the two were more than friends.” “More than friends covers a lot of ground, Kid,” Han said, with a knowing smile. Luke chuckled, but appeared to Leia to be almost uncomfortable with the joking comment. He also suddenly seemed very closed to Leia, almost as if he had moved behind a wall or a closed door. I wonder what that’s all about… See, not only do I love Han and Leia here, but I'm also INFINITELY curious as to what Luke's hiding! As this is your story, anyone's guess is as good as mine, but if you asked me, Luke's acting like he's got a classic case of being 'twitterpated' - but again, I could be wrong and I already know the answer will be a classic "I couldn't possibly say" GunraysLawyer posted: The color flared in Ivo’s face as if he had been slapped by his title. After a moment’s pause, Ivo replied in a cold and jagged tone. Oh dear - tensions abound... Well, once again I hope you won't keep us in suspense for too long! -----signature----- Although the singer is silent, There is still the truth of the song. http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916/p1/ Sailing little Boats - with GoldenJedi Anywhere is possible.
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Sophronia Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/4 2:10pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	I may need a refresher in Kalinadian theology. I do like the increasing formality as Ivo and Lani's meeting becomes more hostile. Will she find the information for him? It seems that the result of his interview was to learn that Lani had no knowledge of the events. Here's hoping for a new post soon -----signature----- We few, we happy few
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/5 4:48pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	Well, it seems that I may have scared off some of my readers... I'll wait a bit on replies until I see if they'll be coming out of hiding... -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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geo3 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/6 11:21am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	Terrific. Your chapters are going from strength to strength. Ivo harrumphed. This provoked a cocked eyebrow from his wife, despite the fact that she did not look up from her letter. It provoked no reaction at all from the Head Butler. There it is again - the kind of subtle, dry observation that gives your characters such depth. Apparently, Kam…Healer Canaille…was the messenger between Father and the world outside the Healer’s Ward of the Jedi Temple. She said one other thing about the Protector of Kalinda. She said he was Father’s friend.” “So. I mean lots of people have lots of friends, particularly those who are rich, famous or powerful,” Han stated in a tone halfway between cynical and sarcastic. Once a scruffy looking nerf herder, always a scruffy looking nerf herder. “No, Han, it’s more than that,” Leia said, her exasperation seeping into her voice. Han’s head snapped around to look at Leia. Before Han could obey his urge to stick his foot further into his mouth, Leia continued, “Laecilla…Queen Henillidia II…told me much the same thing. She said that her Aunt and Uncle were close friends with our parents and that her Uncle almost seemed protective in a filial way of Vad…Anakin. She also emphasized how important the bonds of friendship are in Kalinadian culture.” Han started to open his mouth, but Leia quickly continued, “The Queen suggested to me that the Kalinadian Royal Family is most likely to treat us as long lost relatives rather than strangers.” “Long lost relatives, huh? I’ll believe it when I see it, Darlin’. Every time I ever dealt with the Kalinadians they practically acted as if they should be wearing gloves and masks. Though they did pay on time, in platinum and gold coins, and very well.” This whole exchange between Luke, Leia and Han (I couldn't decide which bit to highlight, actually, so I seem to have settled on a rather large chunk) is just perfect. It's exactly as I would imagine them sitting around and talking! The mood, the tone, the language.... Lani began to tremble as the door closed behind her brother. She had just seen controlled fury of a kind that he had not displayed since the Purists had wounded Dormé in an assassination attempt early in the reign. How have things reached this point, Lani thought as she forced herself to make her way to the door and back toward the Great Hall. Why do I feel a stranger in my brother’s house… Yes, indeed. Lani does well to be worried. This scene is a picture of Ivo at the height of his powers. I am very keen to see how the possibility of war with the Empire. I can't help seeing the larger picture in light of Ivo and Palpatine facing off in the throne room. -----signature----- "That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Yor Force to break, blow, burn and make me new." ---------John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV
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laurethiel1138 Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 6/6 11:59am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	Just chiming in quickly... You have not driven me away with this post, far from it. It's a very detailed portrait of the social intersections in Kalinadian culture, with a rare attention to detail. I really loved it. And the interview between Lani and Ivo... shudders Though the sight of Ivo in full uniform... sighs I have to cut it short. DRL is hammering me. Cheers, Lauré -----signature----- "You don't fall in love, you rise up to it." - Padawan Lunetta's 'Shadows' Lioness of Kele-en's Serenity-2 crew Elf of TKeira_Lea's Wraith Squadron A Jedi's Return, Vader/Ani ROTJ short story (link in bio)
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_ThatJediScum_ Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/9 9:50pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	She’s done this to deliberately annoy me…I don’t care what Dormé and Drinie think; my sister deliberately waited a day to come simply to annoy me. Yes. Yes, she has. I know Ivo is kind of picking a fight here but I do think it is justified. Ivo is right. Lani should know what is going on in her area of authority and Ivo should be getting his information about this raid from her. And frankly it rubs me the wrong way how she keeps needling her brother about her husband's position. It speaks ill of her and makes her husband look like he's hiding behind her skirts. “Yesterday morning a force of Archonate troops lead by two Witch Hunters raided a building on one side of a square in Beltrasia. The resulting firefight left a building partially gutted, and at least a dozen bodies. Witnesses say that the troops and Witch Hunters took the bodies with them. Needless to say, they did not talk to any secular authority about what had happened.” Witch Hunters? I know I'm missing something here. Is there a schism within the church? The only reason I could see for any one with the title of Witch Hunter to be active or necessary would be if there were heretics to be rooted out and orthodoxy to be enforced. Good update. I liked the post even more the third time I read it. bran
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canadianjedimama Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 6/10 8:13am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08) - Date Edited: 6/10 8:14am (1 edits total) Edited By: canadianjedimama
	Sorry I'm late... I loved this post. It's interesting to see how much the relationship between Ivo and his sister has deteriorated over the years. She certainly seems an ambitious, you'd think she'd like being the default Queen of Hapes. Unless, of course it's the default part that's stuck in her craw.... Though the fact she was offended when Ivo treated her the same way she'd treated him was kind of funny. One wonders how the New Republic's inability to keep it's nose out of other peoples business will affect Luke and Leia's trip to see Ivo and Dorme. I know that they're going to go, I just wonder what kind of galactic havoc it will wreak. And as for which of your stories I liked best and why: Is it a cop out to say I loved them all? But my favourite at the end of the day is still To Absent Friends. The warmth the reader feels as Ivo both spares Leia and keeps her safe is perfectly balanced by the chills you get as to why Palpatine let such a Force Strong individual live. Why did he put him in such a position of power? What exactly did he have over him? I love stories that make me think like that. CJM -----signature----- Lucky member of the Jagateers, my e-sister's of Jag-love! "I like Princess Leia, but that's different Star Wars." Baby Girl on CW Proud co-corrupter of Flowerlady to Twilight... I Wobbler...
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/10 5:32pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08)
	Replies on the 'morrow, I hope, if time allows. -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/11 8:26pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) NEW POST (6/3/08) - Date Edited: 6/24 11:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: GunraysLawyer
	Ok, now for replies....Well not really, because, some readers have reminded me that a primer on the Kalinadian Church and Theology might be a good idea. I suppose the best place to start is in the beginning. The Kalinadians are a religious people. Only a fairly ostracized few would even suggest that the Gods are not real or, more commonly, are not Gods. Though, when one deals with the Kalinadian faith one must not confuse the Gods, no matter how powerful, with The Creator or as the Kalinadians speak of the subject, 'The one who conceived of the harmonies' or 'The one who set in Motion all things.' The Creator is tacitedly acknowledged by all Kalinadian sects, but not actually directly worshipped, as the last clear, direct intervention of the Creator appears to have been the creation. Instead, the Kalinadians look to the Harmonies...that is the tune or hum or 'score' of creation (what a Jedi or Sith might call the Force, though their different training would lead them to far different conclusions about what they're experiencing) in which all things join and listen at the same time. In the Harmonies, the Kalinadians have found what one might call soloists or themes focused around certain concepts, ideas, or actions. They are seen or echo in the harmonies as individuals of immense power and stature. Thus, Ardarza dominates the elements of the harmonies swirling around the ideas of law and war (and is Ivo's special patron). He is the being to go to for spiritual advice, favors, support etc on these subjects. This sort of thing holds true for most of the Gods of Kalinda. Even Gersalkelas the Minstrel simply dominates the aspects of the harmonies involving story telling, particularly of the oral variety. Of course, like all things this has an exception. His name is Dosilasius. He is simply known as 'The Voice of The Creator.' He dominates no aspect of creation. Rather, he simply communicates the wishes, desires, thoughts, advice, condemnation or praise of The Creator to the Gods. In short, the Creator communicates to him, and he proclaims it. From a Kalinadian viewpoint he is the nominal leader of the Gods, but he is worshipped mainly by monks and theologians of a rarified stripe. You may ask: How many Gods are there? The offical count is 361 of various ranks and powers, but new Gods and Demigods have been known to spring into existence as time and the universe have changed. You may also ask: How are they organized? Loosely as a whole, with all heeding Dosilasius, but without a terribly strict over all hierarchy. However, a ranking based on sheer displayed power is relatively clear, if occasionally deceptive due to areas of association and concentration. Thus, Gersalkelas is certainly not as openly powerful in either the primary(GFFA) world or in the Promised world (more on which shortly) as his brother, Ardarza, but he can go anywhere without interference, and is more or less totally invulnerable to anything that even another God would throw at him. Sometimes, it is all a matter of perspective. On the other hand, within lines of thought or association, the hierarchies can be near military or legal in their strictness. Thus, Arkalidrias The Justiciar, patron of the Witchhunters, reports to Kelistras the Judge, who reports to Ardarza, Lord of Law and War. In fact, the underlings even literally make formal reports to their superiors. Alternatively, Tarkralia, Goddess of Love, Marriage and Family (all three totally inseperable concepts in Kalinadian Moral and Social thought) organizes her underlings as a family unit with all reporting to her, very informally, as Matriarch. A third question would be: What is the relationship between the Kalinadians and their Gods? The Kalinadians believe/know that some individuals and/or family bloodlines are touched by the Gods in the womb. These individuals have the ability to hear, touch, draw power from, and manipulate the harmonies, even if only for a moment. They do so by seeking the favor/approval of the God or Demigod associated with the issue at hand. How do they do it? Prayer. The Ivoverse thus far has very clear examples of Ivo doing this in Soul of Love and Bravery and The Great Game. One must be clear that sometimes the Gods just don't answer or are upset enough with the Kalinadian God-Touched involved to deliberately ignore thier entreaties. As for the non-god touched...The Gods hear them as well, but they seem to be speaking much more softly. So, What is the Promised World, or for that matter The Three Hells? The Promised World is simply the Kalinadian version of Heaven. It is best viewed as a strange combination of the Norse Valhalla, the Greek Elysium, and the Irish Mag Mell. One of the key elements of it involves one of the central elements of Kalinadian Eschatology: The Last Battle. At the Last Battle, the Gods of Kalinda, the Souls of the warriors and soldiers to have reached the Promised World over the Millenia, and the belivers in the primary world will fight shoulder to shoulder against the forces that would impose chaos on the Moral and Ordered world that the Kalinadians, the Gods, and The Creator have made. Thus, large parts of the Promised World resemble a peacetime Military Cantoment. The Three Hells are fairly obvious. They are realms of punishment for those souls who pass from the Primary World in a state of sin. The Hells are visualized as being arrayed one over another like stacked dinner plates. The lowest layer is for the worst of offenders. This brings up the idea of evil to the Kalinadians. While there is no god of evil per se, there are gods focused on unsvaory or criminal practices. They are effectively in charge in the Hells, but perhaps oddly, Kalinadian theology records that even they will fight with the other Gods in the last battle. Though, the theology does suspect that the inmates of the Hells will be on the other side, and that various creatures will come over from outside the Hells following the lead of a nameless mad God of Chaos and Insanity, who prowls the void space around the worlds of the Kalinadian cosmology. Occasionally, in Kalinadian History fringe sects have tried to bring the Lord of Chaos into the Primary World, usually in a misguided effort to bring about the Last Battle. One such attempt lead to the Kalindian Civil War that destroyed the three thousand year old Kalinadian Interstellar Cooperation Council. This long war lead directly to the creation of the Commonwealth by the Ardarza worshipping Kisavalivo I. As for the Church itself: The One Kalinadian Church is actually made up of 41 major and 320 minor and sometimes miniscule Sects. Each sect was originally organized somewhat differently, but basically each is lead by a Exarch Prime elected from the ranks of Exarches within the Sect, and approved by the Archon of the Church, who is him or herself elected from the ranks of all of the Exarches. For ease of explanation, think of an Exarch as a Roman Catholic Bishop and the Exarch Prime of a Sect as a combination of a Metropolitan Archbishop and Superior General of a Religious Order. Of course, the Archon is effectively, the Pope. A Sect is made up of laity who have chosen a particular God as a patron(a not required, but not uncommon thing to do, that is very common among the strongly God-Touched, most of whom are either clergy or specialized Warriors/Police), the Monks, Priests and other clergy that service the needs of the laity and worship in either a contemplative, active or liturgical manner, and the Exarches, who administer the Sect's business... Ok, real replies tomorrow. -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/15 9:02am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) A/N on Kalinadian Religion (6/11/08)
	Yes, they're late, but they are replies... Oh, Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's on the thread! DarthBreezy--- Yes, tensions amongst the ARzhan siblings do abound at the present time...all because the fourth of the four troublemakers of Ivo's youth (see SL&B, the first interview between Dorme an dteh then Protectrix) was killed in battle... As for Luke, You might be right or yu might be wrong...I couldn't possibly say (as another used to say frequently) or as I have occasionally said in the past, I cannot conform or deny that supposition. Sophronia--- As to the theology, Your wish is my command. Will She find the information...See my answer to Breezy, but you're right, she doesn't really know. Geo3--- I thank you so much for your praise, particularly of the point on Han, Luke, and Leia. I really struggle to write two of the three (and it shifts between them) whenevre I begin to write them. I am so glad that I have made it work. laurethiel1138--- Sorry to hear that DRL is hammering you, but I thank you for noting the increasing formality as the interview got chillier. It's a point of Kalinadian Culture that I am not sure if people got and ignored or if it just flew low over thier heads. I tend to think the former. It is an interesting device to build tension and character. _thatjediscum_--- Well, Lani didn't start out to annoy her brother, but she wasn't too upset that she did. Until the end, when she realized that he was beyond annoyed. And frankly it rubs me the wrong way how she keeps needling her brother about her husband's position. It speaks ill of her and makes her husband look like he's hiding behind her skirts. Yes, and yes, but keep in mind that we don't really know if this is just a wife trying to use her assumed power as her Monarch's sister to fix a problem about which her husband vents privately to her or if he is indeed hiding behind her skirts. canadianjedimama--- Ah, youask a key question concerning the OT trio and their visit to Kalinda. Unfortunately, all I can say is that that would be telling. As to your other comments, thank you for becoming such a fan of my little world so quickly. To answer a question, I will say that Ivo and the Emperor and the later's motivations are fairly well spelt out in Succession, located here. Though, the Emperor's motivations in the later years of the Empire mat be slightly different... All right, the next post will hopefully go to my beta tonight or tomorrow (Monday). It'll go up 24-36 hours after i get it back. Thank you all for reading. -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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GunraysLawyer Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/22 6:02am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) Replies(6/15/08) - Date Edited: 7/4 4:13am (3 edits total) Edited By: GunraysLawyer
	And another new post... Chapter 7 A Family Affair Part II Family Discussions Dining Room, The Quarters of Leia Skywalker-Organa and Han Solo, 500 Republica, Coruscant, 1450 hrs. Leia was of two minds about the visitors who had come to ask her opinion of a nascent plan that they had formed. They had arrived shortly after lunch, and taken over the dinning room, the only place with enough chairs. They had interrupted what had been some precious downtime between meetings to discuss a response to the Kalinadian Diplomatic note that had arrived about as Luke had been leaving this same place two nights ago. Leia’s head ached from hours spent trying to find way to atone for, and at the same time disown the unauthorized actions of a dead man. She resented the interruption, but was flattered that they had come to ask her opinion if only so she could give it to them… “Do the four of you have fluff for brains? The Galaxy is on the brink of a possible general war that might involve every remaining significant power in a free-for-all. This is no time to seek to re-found a religious or philosophical order! In any event, why do you think that the Republic would even support a rebirth of the Jedi? There are some that still blame the Jedi for everything that happened. Others would fear that such an Order would try to take over the Republic.” When Leia stopped for a breath, it was not her slightly flummoxed looking brother, or the slightly pale young woman in the Corellian civilian clothes sitting next to him, whose short brunette curls shook as she looked down, or the Mrlssi whose neck feathers ruffled as Leia spoke, who responded. Instead, the slightly accented voice of the golden-skinned woman with the facial tattoos floated through the room. “There is no better time. The rebirth of the Jedi Order would give many hope for justice in a troubled time. No one, least of all Master Skywalker, has suggested an attempt to rebuild the Order exactly as it existed. It must and will be an Order more involved in the Galaxy and with it’s people. No one should be afraid of that. We think that we can convince some of the Politicians of our higher purpose. Finally, we believe that the Republic will support it for the best and most cold-blooded of reasons.” Leia looked the Mirialan woman in the eyes. “Oh, and what might that be?” “Grand Strategy. As you will learn when you go to Kalinda, the Republic will need someone to balance out the Constables, War Priests, and God-touched soldiers of the Commonwealth in order to deter them.” Main Audience Chamber, The Archonal Palace, Desdarni, County of Dendri, Capital City of the Commonwealth of Kalinda, Kalinda, 1045 hrs. “That, My Lord and Priest is the sum total of her Excellency’s report to me,” Exarch Prime of Ardarza, Erizhan Arzefli, Count Teeliskas declared. Gersalus VI, Archon of the Church, slowly raised his chin away from his steepled fingers were it had rested. Carefully, he half-mused, “So, the Lord of Arms demands to know what went on in Beltrasia?” “Yes, My Lord and Priest. He demands full knowledge of what we are about,” replied Exarch Arzefli. “That he may,” replied the Archon. “My Archon, should we not simply tell him that the Great Heresy is once more abroad in the land, and that it must be extirpated? He would no doubt join us, as he is quite devout. The forces at his command could make this a much quicker fight,” interjected a younger, female voice. Gersalus turned toward the sound, and looked at the young blond-haired woman, Lianna Destriadi, youngest of the Exarch Primes, and leader of the Sect of Kelistras the Judge. “A fair point, but he would also seek to constrain our options, and to control our fight. No, we cannot make demand that he march with us yet. But, we also cannot afford to become his enemies. So, My Exarch Arzefli, you will go to the Lord of Arms, and you will deliver to him a succinct report of what happened at Beltrasia and why. Of course, you will explain the latter in the narrowest terms possible. You may give him holos, field and forensic reports, anything that your Inquisitors have come up with, but you are not to let him find out that we think that the cult in Beltrasia was the visible tip of a Nexu’s tail in the brush. Understood?” “Yes, My Lord and Priest. I shall have my Chancellor contact his Seneschal to arrange the meeting. I would suspect that it may not be for a few days.” “Good,” replied the Archon in a voice that betrayed none of the unease that he felt. We will soon know if our Protector is too touched by his exposure to the Heresy of the Outsiders of Ossus to be helpful to us. The East Terrace, Palace of Zhanfelun, Princedom of Zhania, in the mountains 1,223 km east-north east of Desdarni, Kalinda, 0956 hrs Local time Anlweé Arzhan, Prince of Zhania and heir to the Protectorate, was annoyed. It was not his little sister’s presence or the fact that it was relatively early on a morning after a late arrival from a short trip to the Southern Reaches for a Public event that irritated him. It was the subject that Drinie wanted to discuss. She wanted to discuss the continuing disintegration of the relationship between their father and his younger sister. Inevitably, she would ask him to do something about it. This was not a subject that Anlweé really wished to deal with at all, if it could be avoided. After all, the situation possessed no easy solution that was face-saving for all involved, and cut to the core of the personalities involved. But deal with it he would have to, as his sister would not allow otherwise. As he sipped his caf, he heard them approach the small table at which he sat. There were three of them. Without turning from his view of the Vale of Zhania below, he knew that the leader of the group was Petty Officer Versalik, his orderly. He would be leading his wife, Eliscashia, and his sister, Drinie. Only when Versalik snapped his heels and began to speak did Anlweé turn to look at them. “Milord, Milady and Countess Zhaniazolus to see you.” “Thank you, Versalik, you may go,” Anlweé said quietly as he looked over the two women of similar height, build, and hair-color. At least their eyes are markedly different colors…Of course, my wife is also about to enter her fourth month of pregnancy, and my sister is decidedly not. “Good Morning, Anlweé,” Drinie said in what seemed to Anlweé too cautious a voice. He also noticed that she had not automatically approached the table to take a seat as Elicashia had. Well, might as well grab the reek by the tusks. “Good Morning, Drinie. I think I know what you’re here to talk about, given what I have heard third hand from others. I can tell you right know that I cannot do anything to fix this with a finger snap. I am not that good at convincing Father of things.” “Anlweé, its just that…” Drinie began and then faltered. Looking to her friend she said, “Cashi, can’t you explain it to him?” “Well,” Elicashia began, “Anlweé, I think that it’s more serious than you have been told.” Anlweé looked at his wife, and then back at his sister, and said, “Really? What makes you think that?” Drinie began again, slowly, and unlike her normally emotionally open state, she seemed struggling to stay almost dead calm. “Aunt Lani was very shaken when I saw her after she and Father talked. In fact, she was literally shaking. And Father was in a foul mood the rest of the day.” “And Mameni?” Anlweé interrupted, finding himself more interested than he had expected. “She was in annoyed with Father, but in an ‘I told you this would go badly’ sort of way. They both seemed fine the next day, but I don’t know what could have caused both Father and Aunt Lani to be so upset.” Anlweé was silent for a moment. Then, he asked another question, “Do you know what they were meeting about?” “No,” Drinie replied. “Only that Aunt Lani told me that Father had requested her presence to discuss some Church related matter.” Anlweé raised an eyebrow. Then he silently made a decision, and said quietly, “I’ll talk to Mameni and find out what it was about, but I predict, Drinie, that it was about Uncle Genty’s position on Hapes. Aunt Lani is upset that he is upset at being a politician instead of a pure soldier, and she has too often tried to make it something that her older brother owes to his friend and her. I think that we both know that there are few things that would upset Father more than his little sister trying to interfere in Military affairs. I mean, I’m a Naval Officer, he wouldn’t listen to me about Army personnel assignments, so why would he listen to his sister the Theologian.” “That may be so, Anlweé, but she is his younger sister…” “…who carried on a relationship with one of her brother’s best friends and then married him. Having known Father these last nearly twenty-four years, I’m not sure that he has forgiven her that yet.” Anlweé said, breezily interrupting his sister. “Oh come now, Darling,” Elicashia began. “Don’t give me that, my dear,” Anlweé interrupted. Then with an impish smile he added, “It would be like Drinie chasing and carrying on with Erizhan Arhantia, one of my best friends…oh, wait.” “You know Anlweé,” Drinie responded, her cheeks flushing, “Sometimes I really, really dislike you.” “I know, it’s part of my charm. If it makes you feel any better, I will talk to Mameni about it, Drinie. Though, I really don’t remember Papa ever telling me about these sorts of issues with his parents…taking action to keep Grandmother from having a woman killed, yes, but this sort of thing, no.” “Perhaps, my ever charming husband, that’s because his father was called ‘The Wise’ and not ‘The Bold,’ ” interjected Elicashia in a sarcastic tone. Slowly turning from his sister to his wife with slightly widening eyes, Anlweé said, “Perhaps. In any event, I know my father. This will all blow over in time, and if every thing stays on schedule in the former Consortium, Uncle Genty will get his reassignment, and all will be well again.” “I hope it’s that easy, Anlweé, I really do,” his sister replied, sounding less than convinced. The Stable Yard, Castle of Dunlindia, Duchy of Dunlind, Kalinda, 0906 hrs. Coastal/Capital Time As Ivo dismounted from Santry, his Zalka for nearly 40 years, the animal rubbed Ivo’s shoulder with the brown furred side of his muzzle as usual. Also as usual, Ivo reached up and stroked the zalka behind the point of its sharp-toothed jaw. Then, without reins or being told, the zalka walked over to the waiting groom. His rider stared after him, and then turned toward the zalka on which his wife still sat. Ivo smiled up at her as their gazes met. It had been a good morning ride, but it had also been spectacularly quiet for them. He knew why. She was annoyed with his failure to contact his sister and calm things down. She doesn’t know that I did better than that… “Dormé,” he said quietly in Basic, “you will be happy to know that I took steps to resolve this skirmishing with my sister last night.” “Oh really?” she replied from her saddle, a quizzical, and perhaps half-disbelieving, expression passing over her face. “Yes, I wrote Genty and sent it out this morning with the order packet to Hapan Region Command.” Well, that sounded a little too self-satisfied. Dormé’s eyebrows rose slightly. She asked, the left corner of her mouth ticking upward to match her slightly sarcastic tone, “So, what did you say, Master Diplomat of mine?” Ivo gently grasped the reins of her zalka as he looked up at her and he replied, “I simply told him that he was doing a beyond commendable job in a situation that did not best suit his talents. I told him that I was proud of him as a Kalinadian soldier, and that he should immediately start wearing crossed swords on his Distinguished Service Medal. I also told him that as soon as the next Gazette is published on the first of the month that he would be awarded the Order of Kalinshu, as an additional reward. Of course, I also told him that he would be transferred to his next billet no later than the beginning of the Year-End, and that I expected it to be as Commander-in-Chief of the Field Army of the Cholongan Establishment. In short, I am doing what I always intended to do and rewarding valuable service by my friend. He will be ecstatic. Lani will think that I have finally ceased being an unfeeling rear-end of a zalka, and hopefully, all will be well.” As he finished, let go of the reins and reached both hands up to grasp her waist. She leaned forward and he gently lifted her from the back of her grey zalka. As her feet gently touched the ground, Dormé Arzhan, née Lankrerrie, Protectrix of Kalinda said quietly, “Thank you, and I think that you may have threaded the needle on this.” Ivo grinned, “Threaded the needle? Is that an expression that they teach you in Naboo’s government training?” “No, My Love. It’s an expression that my grandmother taught me to refer to seemingly impossible task being accomplished. She also told me something else.” His interest piqued, Ivo said “Oh, what?” Dormé laid the palm of her left hand on his chest, and said, “The thread can still fold over until the moment it enters the eye of the needle.” Ivo knew his slight confusion showed on his face. Dormé smiled at him. Then, she spoke one short sentence. “Things could still go wrong.” -----signature----- “Fairy tales don't teach children that monsters exist. Children already know that monsters exist. Fairy tales teach children that monsters can be killed.” G.K. Chesterton To absent friends.... "...But Drummer Hoff fired it off."
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geo3 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/23 3:23pm Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) New Post (6/22/08) - Date Edited: 6/23 3:24pm (1 edits total) Edited By: geo3
	My goodness, why is this thread languishing? I'm still musing about your incredibly detailed understanding of Kalinadian theology, along with its history, culture, social norms, etc. What does the inside of your head look like, I wonder? The Jedi Archives? Is there perhaps a sort of internal Madame Nu keeping it all straight for you? I stand in awe at your creativity, imagination, and sheer intellectual prowess. As for the latest post - could it be that Leia has met her match in Barriss Ofee (sp) - in terms, I suppose, of clarity of thinking, and possibly effectiveness? I look forward to seeing how their relationship develops. I suspect that in a family like Ivo's, family matters rarely occur without leaving rather large and significant footprints in the political, economic, and now theological spheres. Now the church elders are withholding crucial information from the protector? Not good. SO not good! (For them... hahahahahaha) Wonderful job as always. Much to think about, you have given me. Edit: I decided I liked the word "footprints" better than "traces." -----signature----- "That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Yor Force to break, blow, burn and make me new." ---------John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV
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Sophronia Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/24 7:19am Subject: RE: The Great Game (an OC driven, Post ROTJ AU) New Post (6/22/08)
	Thank you for your post on Kalindian theology. I am amazed at the ease with which you wrote that post- clearly you have all your background well thought out and easily at hand. The background helps immensely to figure out the who is who in your storyline. As for the story: Does Gersalus have no concerns about Lani giving the information she now seems to have to Ivo? Is his fear of Ivo being too Jedi-like a new one? I wonder if Ivo's grand scheme for Genty will work. My guess is at the very least not as he intends it to. Keep writing, you do quite well and life is far more interesting outside the box. -----signature----- We few, we happy few
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