Jedi Council Forums - Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 2/17/08!!!

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Beyond the Saga »

Post Reply | Active Topic Notification | Previous Active Topic | Next Active Topic

« 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 - Previous | Next | Reload

Author	Topic: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Updated 2/17/08!!!
Emerald_Lady Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 5/31/07 5:54pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	You must be relieved, for I reread some of my previous entries, and I was bored to tears. I'm glad you updated; I've missed Scotlyn. And I do love her self-effacing humor. Oh, I have some getting back into shape to do before I go back to work. I must have put on at least a gazillion pounds while I have been here. lol I feel her pain. Do you have any idea how funny it was to see my three foot tall older sister deck the fifth year students right in the nose? It was classic, I hear that she's still a playground legend at Allendale elementary. Chelsea is so great. She's just as much of an individual as Scotlyn, and you had much less time to develop her. You're very good at character sketches. Maybe that's why she hit it off with Jaina. That would probably do it. My claws had came out here. Drool is only allowed when I talk about him - hehe She's so in denial. I knew I was getting the 'uh-huh' look. I knew it. I hate that look, and she knows it. “That;s why I said don't botch it.” She had said. “It would be just like you to ignore an opportunity like this.” lol This seems like a very sisterly thing to say. Seriously, though, it's interesting to have the perspective of an outsider who knows Scotlyn. Maybe it'll make her think a little more about what's really going on. What is it about family that makes you want to consecutively hug and strangle them? I was content with my life, happy even. I had a blaster and a cat to come home to. What more could I want? Ouch. Is that a rhetorical question? Because if it's not, I can think of a few things. Or maybe just one. No sense of humor, and they don't have that spark or scent of pine and rain. He does though, and - Oh, yes. So in denial. The irrational urge to comfort and care came over me, and I found myself clenching my hands at my sides to restrain myself. This was some really sweet mush. Poor thing, she's so convinced that Kyp wouldn't want her. One can only hope he does something to disabuse her of that notion soon. I also eagerly await the first time she actually sees him. Great postie! -----signature----- "Maybe he'd smashed her like a bag of chips in his drive to get some."--Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn "Every time you say Zekk abandoned Jaina in DJ, the Force kills a kitten."--jedi_of_ennth
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/1/07 4:16am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	That's when I came to you Diary. So now I will go find my sister and everyone else. Maybe a fun night will make me feel better. Only two left. Call me human, Diary, but I am not looking forward to that at all. I'll write back soon, perhaps after the operation. See ya then! Very scary indeed. Superb post. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Flowerlady Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/13/07 9:29am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	Sorry that I'm extremely late with my response.... That was great... I really like her sister. Wonderful update... FL -----signature----- I used to dream of Kyp or Jag, now it's Edward Cullen...I blame Cyn and Saber.. Master to DanaeMariSkywalker, JediMasterArmada and PHGS_Weyr
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
star_writer24 Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 6/21/07 3:50pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	Looking forwart to another update! -----signature----- Never under estimate the power of the dark side. Do or do not! There is no try. Hmmmmmm.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 7/31/07 10:21am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	First things first, a huge apology for not updateing sooner! I'm so sorry. I know where the story is going to go, I just had a hard time figuring out how to get there. No matter, I'm typing an update now, and will have more soon! After that I'll have more regular updates. Jade_eyes : You gotta love reds. Chelsea was a trip to write, and you're right. Scotlyn better not botch this. star_writer24 : welcome to the story! I'll be sure to PM you! Alexis_Wingstar : Family is wonderful for getting you through hard times. I'm glad you enjoyed the update! iamobiwan1970 : And Kyp better not botch it up either. what's with his ultra shy act: LOL, I probiably should have made him stay. That was all my fault - getting yelled at to get off the computer, again, really dampens the mush.LOL Lola64 : Every Chelsea does have their Chelsea. A blessing and a curse. She and Jaina, there's an idea. Thanks for still reading! Emerald_Lady : As always, thanks for the kind words! Yep, Scotlyn really is in denial. She just needs a push to knock her out. It's coming soon, thanks for reading! Healer_Leona : Very scary. Thanks for reading! Flowerlady : Don't sweat it. I'm late with an update. LOL Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you're enjoying this! star_writer24 : Very soon! ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/1/07 6:08pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Part 10 up 5/27!
	Entry 11 Sorry for the long delay, Diary. I'm sure you can understand that things have been hectic lately. The surgery was completed a week ago. After that I spent a day sleeping, a day I should have been sleeping, and some time with Chelsea and Jaina. I know, that's no excuse. Next time I'll put aside my life changing operation to sate your curiosity. Okay, sarcasm aside for now. Like any sane person, my fear of needles is accompanied by a fear of operations of any kind. That's quite a few needles coupled with doctors with other sharp pointy objects. Not a good combination, even though I really trusted Cilghal. I spent the whole morning shaking, and didn't eat anything. That had nothing to do with doctor's instructions and a whole lot to do with nerves. It wasn't really that bad, though. The last thing I remember is Cilghal's assistant telling me to count down from ten, and I was out before seven. It was a creepy feeling, waking up. I still couldn't see anything - not that I was expecting too, and all I could hear was the steady thrum of the equipment monitoring my vitals. The rhythmic beeps and clicks were soothing, and I felt myself closing my eyes again. Cilghal told me that I'd be tired for few days, she wasn't exaggerating, either. I could barely stay awake. I was prepared to turn over and joined the blissful realms of unconsciousness when something faint tickled at my senses. It was second nature to identify the scent of pine and storms, and the feeling of sword callused fingertips against my hand could only be one thing. Even zoning as I was, I turned into the warmth he provided. Feelings of safety and contentment thrummed though me, chasing away the ache from my head, and soothing my cramping muscles. He was talking, low and soothing, in a language that I didn't understand, but savored anyway. I heard no one else, and assumed that he must be alone. He was never this open around others - never touching me unless to guide me, speaking friendly to me but never anything more. The low tone of his voice was something that I had never heard come from him. It was shaky from worry, and heightened with the unknown language's musical lilt, but it was tender just the same. I didn't know he could speak with so much passion in his voice, and it both warmed and chilled me to my core. I was relaxed, Diary. Happy! Even though my world was still dark and my body ached from its recent trauma. His touch sent shivers through my med-numbed body, and his voice soothed me like no other ever had – not even mother's. I didn't try to open my eyes, not wanting to ruin the moment, afraid to shatter yet another illusion. I wouldn't be able to see him anyway, and in the corners of my mind I cling to the flash of emerald eyes – the last thing I remember seeing. I remember seeing him from the holonews, yet I had never paid that much attention. My eyes had flicked over in passing, not realizing of the privilege of sight. Does he look like I remember him? I remember a strong figure with eyes of jade and hair of ebony. He's older now, though. Is his hair graying, or merely silver streaked? Does he dye it to hide his age? Is his nose straight like a model's, or crooked from one fight too many? Are his lips firm and straight, or soft and full? Do his eyes sparkle or glitter? So many questions and they all faded away as I found myself drifting again. His voice followed me into the dark, and haunted my dreams to follow. I've been feeling strange lately, Diary. Maybe in a good way. Maybe in a bad way. I just don't know anymore. I mean, I loved my Zantos dearly, with all my heart – even then I didn't feel this way. I know I care for Kyp. He's been so kind to me, and has done so much. I admire him, I truly do. He's honorable(most of the time), brave beyond compare, strong when I fall short, and just simply charming. He has this way to make me laugh, Diary – like a fool. I bubble and blunder around him, and the odd thing is that I'm not afraid of messing up. I accept him the way he is, and he accepts me – physical limitations and all. Do I love him though? I don't know. Do I? Forget what I feel, how does he feel? I know he feels a certain fondness for me, or else he would have left me to Cilghal's care and had been off a long time ago. Is that love, or is that just compassion? Am I a sparrow with a broken wing he's determined to mend, or does he actually have deeper feelings. I don't know. Chelsea hints otherwise – she knows me far better than I know myself. Jaina hints otherwise – she's known Kyp for years. I don't know. I know it's wicked, Diary, but I almost don't want to get better. Of course, seeing has its perks – not tripping and running into grumpy Wookiees, no more using the vinaigrette instead of honey – things like that, but I'll have to leave when I'm better. I'm much to curious to leave. I'm in too deep to leave. I also dread staying. I've been hurt before, Zantos's passing left me with guilt and grief. It took years for the pain to numb, and even now I feel it. I even blamed myself for his death as well, at one time. Zantos was laid back – the force was a way to earn a living, he didn't feel for his job the way I did. Apparently, he had found a way to get us tickets to an exclusive resort, the kind that takes weeks to get reservations for. At the time I had seemed one step away from snagging Nakoni in the act. I had been so confident that that day was the day. That day was Zantos's day, and I turned his trip down. He was heartbroken and angry, accusing me that I loved my job more than him. I had denied it, even when the smallest tingles of truth resounded withing me. Yet, at the time I was obsessed with bringing Nakoni down, I thought Zantos a fool for not understanding me. He tore the tickets and threw them in front of me, before leaving for work. That day he was killed by a shot from one of Nakoni's snippers. I was devastated. If I hadn't been so stubborn, he'd still be alive. We would have been on a beach somewhere enjoying the sun - me burning while he tanned in that ridiculous way of his. Instead I was at his funeral, the rain soaking the flowers while he was lowered into the cold ground. After that my zeal for my job dimmed. It was just a job, a way to pass the time while running from the memories of what could have been. I could have been a good wife. I could have been a mother. Zantos could have been alive. Could have, could have, could have . . . Now, I'm feeling something for someone again, and I'm scarred. Is this dishonorable to Zantos? To feel this strongly for another in a way I am unsure I ever felt for him. Should guilt dictate that I not be happy since he died? Is it fair? Would Zantos understand? He's dead though, Diary. Dead because of my stubbornness and ineptness. If I had caught Nakoni one day sooner, Zantos would still be alive. Then I wouldn't have met Kyp. Oh Diary, I feel so evil at times! Yet, I think Zantos would have understood, how else did he put up with me for so long? Now, I'll never know. I'm curious now, Diary. Far too curious to not see this out to the end. The end just might hold my sight and a redemption I have failed to find on my own. Not a bad trade. Then why do I dread it so much? I don't know, diary, I just don't know anymore. This time, this time only time will tell. ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 8/1/07 6:36pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Whatever feelings Kyp has for her, and whether or not the operation is a success, she must come to terms with her past before she can truly go on with her life. Her asking these questions of herself is a good first step. Terrific update, MJ, and thanks for the PM. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar NaNoWriMo participant 2nd year in a row.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/2/07 6:04pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	I agree with Alexis, there are definitely issues in need of dealings with before worrying abut Kyp, thought being able to see might change so much in her life. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 8/3/07 9:00am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Great update!!! I'd been missing this!! Zantos’ death was so sad and a reminder that life is not just about work. Perhaps Scotlyn should have a talk with Jaina. It's funny, I've recently written about my diary character waking to the soothing touch of Kyp at her bedside! Ah the thought of it! -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 8/3/07 11:47am Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	I see Scotlyn is still her wonderful honest self, still unflinchingly asking the hard questions that deserve answers. Her feelings are so natural and understandable. It is time though to be happy and find a lovely future. To not create situations that lead to that much guilt and grief again. Love the line in your sig about Mara--I second and third that emotion. -----signature----- Luke/Mara--without end forever ginchy, Irish =I Squggles before I read a single word divapilot, Myriad =stunned speechless, yes it can happen
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Emerald_Lady Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 8/6/07 8:55pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Ooo, an update! I know, that's no excuse. Next time I'll put aside my life changing operation to sate your curiosity. Okay, sarcasm aside for now. I was prepared to turn over and joined the blissful realms of unconsciousness when something faint tickled at my senses. It was second nature to identify the scent of pine and storms, and the feeling of sword callused fingertips against my hand could only be one thing. The low tone of his voice was something that I had never heard come from him. It was shaky from worry, and heightened with the unknown language's musical lilt, but it was tender just the same. Aww, I love the details here. It makes your heart break for both of them, and liltingly musical languages are always cool. His touch sent shivers through my med-numbed body, and his voice soothed me like no other ever had – not even mother's. sniffles I've been feeling strange lately, Diary. Maybe in a good way. Maybe in a bad way. I just don't know anymore. Poor Scotlyn. The confusion is realistic, but it's no fun to experience. He tore the tickets and threw them in front of me, before leaving for work. That day he was killed by a shot from one of Nakoni's snipers. What a horrible thing for Scotlyn to have to remember and then blame herself for. I could have been a good wife. I could have been a mother. Zantos could have been alive. Could have, could have, could have . . . Now, I'm feeling something for someone again, and I'm scared. Is this dishonorable to Zantos? Scotlyn's such a good person. The fact that she's worried about this in the first place shows that, but she's too hard on herself sometimes. Then I wouldn't have met Kyp. Oh Diary, I feel so evil at times! Yet, I think Zantos would have understood, how else did he put up with me for so long? Now, I'll never know. Hmm, a very good point she's got there. But I think Zantos would understand, and I hope, in time, that Scotlyn will let herself be happy again. A truly lovely post! -----signature----- "Maybe he'd smashed her like a bag of chips in his drive to get some."--Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn "Every time you say Zekk abandoned Jaina in DJ, the Force kills a kitten."--jedi_of_ennth
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Lola64 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 8/22/07 1:00pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Interesting questions there Scotlyn. I would have to think that spending that amount of time with you Kyp's feelings became more than tending a wounded bird. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for her. Nice update. -----signature----- Kyp/Nurse Lola: the new ship I stalk people. It's a Lola thing. Senator & Dozen 11 of the KDFC
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/16/07 4:35pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Hi, I've been away for a while, haven't I? Anyway, I have replies and then an update! Alexis_Wingstar : Whatever feelings Kyp has for her, and whether or not the operation is a success, she must come to terms with her past before she can truly go on with her life. Her asking these questions of herself is a good first step. Yep, she has a lot to sort through. She's on the right path though, and unfortunately, she's getting a violent push down that path. I'm glad you're still enjoying the fic! Healer_Leona : I agree with Alexis, there are definitely issues in need of dealings with before worrying abut Kyp, thought being able to see might change so much in her life. It's going to change lots. nods iamobiwan1970 : Great update!!! I'd been missing this!! Thanks! It's finally back with a bang. Zantos’ death was so sad and a reminder that life is not just about work. Perhaps Scotlyn should have a talk with Jaina. She should! She should! The two are too alike. It's funny, I've recently written about my diary character waking to the soothing touch of Kyp at her bedside! Ah the thought of it! Awe. I'll have to check that out! Jade_eyes : I see Scotlyn is still her wonderful honest self, still unflinchingly asking the hard questions that deserve answers. Her feelings are so natural and understandable. It is time though to be happy and find a lovely future. To not create situations that lead to that much guilt and grief again. Unfortunately, I'm going to put her through a little more before the happy ending, but she'll get there soon enough. You're too right. Love the line in your sig about Mara--I second and third that emotion. Thanks! It's too true. Emerald_Lady : Ooo, an update! Shocking, isn't it? Scotlyn's such a good person. The fact that she's worried about this in the first place shows that, but she's too hard on herself sometimes. She is too hard on herself. Hmm, a very good point she's got there. But I think Zantos would understand, and I hope, in time, that Scotlyn will let herself be happy again. nods You're too right. A truly lovely post! Thanks! Lola64 : Interesting questions there Scotlyn. I would have to think that spending that amount of time with you Kyp's feelings became more than tending a wounded bird. One would think. Nice update. Thanks! On a good note, I have the rest of the story plotted out, and I'll be able to finish it by January first. So, on time updates from now on. Look for them. P.S. - Watch something go wrong now. ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Mira_Jade Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/16/07 4:36pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 8/1!!!
	Entry Twelve I haven't noticed an improvement. I've been assured that I look a hundred times better and that I should be seeing in no time, but I haven't noticed a thing. My legs are cramped from spending so long in bed and I can't feel my back anymore. If I am doing sooo much better, then why couldn't I get up out of bed?!!! Cilghal had laughed when I asked and just said that I needed to be patient. I am a very patient person, I am! I have been patient, but a whole week of bed rest is pushing it. I had a little eye trouble, for force's sake, not open heart surgery! Everyone is being so nice, though. Chelsea is wonderful – never straying too far. She teases me and quips constantly, but I can hear the concern in her voice. She also remembered my undying fondness of mocha ice cream, and has set me up every night. Jaina has been by as much as possible, even though Luke had a slew of assignments for her and Zekk, so I haven't seen as much of her as I am used to seeing, a pity though, her and Chelsea get along so well together. . . . Then again, maybe it's a good thing that she's gone. Then there has been Kyp. Diary, there is no one sweeter, I can't tell you how much I have appreciated him these last few days. He has protected me from Analee and listening to me rant. He's just so calm and patient, and so, so sweet . . . I don't know what I would so without him, I really don't. On a happy note, I had a meeting with Cilghal earlier this morning, and the operation was successful. The nerves in my eyes had been repaired and the scar tissue was receding, Cilghal could see me seeing in a few months – true, it would be shadows at first, but it would be sight! I can't tell you how much I yearn for that. People take little things for granted – color, the simplicity of being able to see an obstacle in your path. Little things like that are such a large part of life and I'm missing it. I desperately want that back. I will gain it back. I'm not a stubborn red head for nothing. The higher my spirits are the better my physical therapy goes too – whenever I can get back to that. If it's ever up to them I'll never leave this bed, vultures. What do doctors know anyway?! Ahem, I'm getting off subject . . . again. About the physical therapy, I have mastered the art of the walking stick, I'm even going as far as some exercises I did as my time as a cop – I need to get back into shape after all, something tells me that this business with Nakoni is far from over, and he will not wait for me to regain sight to attack, if anything that would only speed up his advances. The sooner I can operate on my own, the better. There's another thing, I want to go home soon. Not that I'm not enjoying my time here, quite the contrary actually, but . . . I have always been close with my family, and I need to see them soon. There's also the anniversary of Zantos's death, that was coming in three weeks, I haven't missed the observance at his grave since his passing. I wasn't going to start now. I miss home so badly . . . Then, I fear that I will miss this place. I have gained so many friends. But, even though Jaina is a dear, she also has a galaxy to constantly fix and rebuild, she doesn't need me for that. Luke and Mara are kind, but they are not my parents. Cilghal has been so very helpful, but she's not . . . Home. Then there's Kyp. Part of me thrills at the prospect of him coming with me. Kyp and Krontos, the best of both worlds. I get shivers just thinking of it. I don' think that he'll come now, but maybe with time . . . Akk, I'm getting silly now, Diary. He has things here to take care of, duties and responsibilities. I think that Luke has been laxed on Kyp during my time here, but that won't last forever. I'll have my own responsibilities to take care of too. Still, I can hope . . . That was the good news, Diary. The bad news came earlier today. You see, I told Chelsea about my wish to go home, and she just got really silent. There was no ecstatic squee, or spouting of plans. She wasn't immediately calling Mom or saying how happy she was. She just got very quiet. I reached over to touch her hand, but she was just so still. “What's wrong?” I asked. “You can't go home.” She said, her voice a whisper. I should have been thrown off then, Chelsea was never quiet, her voice was only like this when the worst things happened. “Why not?” My voice shook even as I yearned for the sight to be able to read her features again. “You just can't.” Her voice was firm, with an almost harsh edge. I flinched, even as I told myself that there had to be a good reason. “Why not? Chels, you were just insisting that I go home a few weeks ago. What made you change?” I felt her shift, and I knew that she was staring directly at me, meeting my sightless eyes without flinching.”Chelsea?” “They found him.” She said. “Nakoni, he didn't die like we thought. My contacts were silent because they are dead! Nakoni somehow found out about the leak and he's been cracking down. He wasn't left unscathed from the attack either – apparently the chemicals he was doused with left him disfigured and scarred – hideously so, not the little things that most would be proud to bear.” I was quiet as she spoke, letting her talk. My voice had disappeared, hiding behind the lump in my throat. I knew that Nakoni could have been alive, it wouldn't be like him to die so easily, yet to hear it, to have it confirmed wasn't just shocking, it was scary. I was scarred, of a petty thief and master crime lord. Because, for once, he held the upper hand. I was blind and defenseless, he was up and running at full speed – even more so now that his motives to see me gone have increased a hundred fold. Diary, if he wanted me dead over petty squabbles and attacks, imagine his thirst for revenge now that he is so hideously deformed. My hands shook as she continued, I had no control over them. “He's been searching for you – specifically. You're not going anywhere near Krontos!” I looked up at the emotion that entered her voice, my eyes narrowing. Now that the shock had passed, I found the analytical side of my mind taking over. “You said your contacts are dead, how do you know about Nakoni?” I felt her stiffen even more, “We found Rags.” She said softly. “Rags?” I said, ecstatic. He had lived! I felt relief course through me even as I asked, “What about Neala? Those two are never too far apart, and -” I stopped as Chelsea covered my hand with hers, “I said we found Rags, Scotlyn.” Tears misted at my eyes as I felt the pain at their passing a new. Those two loved each other so much, and were planning on marrying. Not now, not ever . . . I felt a very real rage enter me, and instead of fear at the news of Nakoni's living I felt appreciation. Now I could procure vengeance for my squad. For Neala, for Boomer and Jez, the twins: Heather and Nealy, Gathin and Vathner, Lang, Hathtili, and Anna Maria. I may of failed them before, but not now, now I could . . . I could fight Nakoni blind. Great. As I said before, Diary, this not seeing thing sucks. Yet, my time on the job has taught me patience. I have waited for ten years for vengeance, I can wait a few more months. My vision would return, I would go home, and this time Nakoni would see no quarter from my hand. Diary, I know you must be wanting the caution me. There is a fine line between justice and vengeance, yet here they are one and the same. He has taken too many lives to go unpunished! He will not get away this time. “So, you have to promise me, you will not go home until Nakoni is behind bars.” Her hand tightened over mine desperately. I could feel her pulse pounding at her wrist. I could never lie to her. “Chelsea. Nakoni will die by my hand, as the force is my witness, this I swear.” Her grip tightened, almost painfully. “I knew you would say that.” Her voice trembled. “Yet, Rags and half of the force have sworn vengeance too – this is a man hunt now rather than a nuisance. Please, leave this fight to us!” “I can't” I couldn't. I wouldn't. “You can!” Her voice was getting desperate. “Zantos wouldn't want you throwing your life away. Neither would Neala. You can't fight Nakoni now, Scotlyn. You're a . . .” Her voice tapered off, I could feel her stiffen as she realized what she was about to say. “A what, Chelsea? An invalid?” I hissed. “A useless shell? A defenseless dead weight? A has-been?” “You know that was not what I was thinking! Scotlyn, you're not being fair!” “Fair?” I had laughed bitterly. Overwhelmed by the emotions battering me, I snapped. “Life is not fair, it is never fair. If life was fair Zantos would still be alive. Rags and Neala would still be together, and my squad . . .” Tears made my voice choke, held back in my throat. “My squad . . .” I couldn't get anything out, the ability to speak had left me. I cried then, and Chelsea drew me too her. Shushing me while rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Hush, little one. Every thing will be better. You'll see. Ast'mairie. Remember?” “Ast'mairie.” I repeated through my tears. “They're not here now though. There is no more circle. It is broken.” “Scotlyn. Listen to me.” She tilted my chin up, meeting my eyes when I couldn't meet hers. “Zantos gave his life in service to a cause. Don't belittle it. Rags and Neala understood the risk they took having a relationship while on the job. They knew the risks – like you and Zantos did, and they now live with the consequences. Don't belittle their deaths by throwing away your own life.” “Nakoni will not beat me.” “He won't? Scotlyn, please don't be foolish. He'll sooner stab you in the back before engaging you in a fair fight, be reasonable.” I cursed then, fluently in seven languages. I could feel Chelsea smile, “Now, there's the Scotlyn we know and love.” I drew away from her, wiping at my eyes. “I was never gone. Just limited.” She squeezed my shoulder reassuringly and I felt as her weight left the bed. “For now, rest and get better, and please. Promise me you won't do anything stupid.” “I promise.” I whispered and she seemed satisfied, for she left the room soon after that. I promised . . . that I wouldn't do anything stupid. But, what was stupid about avenging my squad? Nothing. Nothing at all. All I needed was time. Time to gain my sight and time to plan. Nakoni would not get away this time. After all, I had a Jedi on my side this time. I smiled then, Diary. This time I would emerge the victor. Nakoni had ten years of freedom, now his life was mine. I couldn't help but look to the future with a vigorous anticipation. TBC ~MJ -----signature----- I couldn't . . . I shouldn't . . . but I will! "The Drabble Drop" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29101933&brd=10477 Force help us all.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 9/16/07 5:13pm Subject: RE: Fragile Things {Dear Diary 2007 responce -- OC/Kyp Durron} Finally updated, 9/16!!!
	You've been busy writing!!!!! I really like Scotlyn, good to see her again. “He's been searching for you – specifically. You're not going anywhere near Krontos!” Oh man! That's lousy! So he killed several of her friends? I bet he is crazier than before! I could never lie to her. “Chelsea. Nakoni will die by my hand, as the force is my witness, this I swear.” She thinks the Jedi [ie. Kyp] will help her! Hmmm, vengenence is of the dark side. I'm sure he will help, but in a more reasonable way than she'd like. Non-Jedi tend to be more pragmatic in dealing with people who have wronged them. Scotlyn is tough! Nakoni will pay! -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
	Post Reply \| Quote Reply \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History

« 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 - Previous | Next | Reload

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Beyond the Saga »