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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/13 10:12pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 12th
	.....'Robimus banishes dirty thoughts'......... Great update, even the "mush" . I've often heard Kyp referred to as the Jedi version of Han Solo, but I'd say Nikk is a lot closer. Love their interactions! And Liz comparing their situation to a fairy tale was a great little touch. I know you like to identify this as AU, but really it could fit right into canon very easily. Keep it coming -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/15 3:37pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 12th
	Robimus posted: .....'Robimus banishes dirty thoughts'......... Robimus posted: Great update, even the "mush" Mush is good! If not too much. Rob posted: I've often heard Kyp referred to as the Jedi version of Han Solo, but I'd say Nikk is a lot closer. Love their interactions! Since Kyp is still rather young, I figured he'd have to first grow into the younger version of Han Solo. That's kind of like my personal theory. Rob posted: I know you like to identify this as AU, but really it could fit right into canon very easily. I'm really glad you think so. angry_bendu1 posted: Oh, goodness. Nikk and his "Lucinda". Soooo funny! Great post! I had to smile while writing Nikk and Lucinda. The perfect couple. ccp posted: Great update! I hope they run into some clear weather. obi posted: Yummy yummy as always! Yay! obi posted: Just about anything he wants my dear! But don't worry, he's on your side. I knew Nikk would help! He's cool! Yep. And more Force action coming up later. Sab posted: Whoa. LOL I had to stop reading cause I was laughing so hard in the begining. Those three are a riot! The story just keeps getting better and better my dear! Love it! I wanna know what mommy dearest is up to. It ain't good, that's for sure. Glad you love it! And so glad the humor does come over as funny. -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/15 3:42pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 12th
	This next part doesn't really take the story forward but gives a little insight into who Nikk is. In the beginning he was just a character to fill in a vacant spot but now I really like him. So I thought he deserved a background story. Hope you like it all the same. Nikk sat with his arms folded across his ribs, his dark eyes gazing through the viewport. Soundlessly his prized possession passed through hyperspace, bathing the cockpit in different shades of blues and whites. Within this quietness – quietness he so seldom received – he liked to let his mind wander. And right now the colors reminded him of the mountainous regions of his home world. Living with his parents in their grand antique villa, he would gaze out and imagine hiking up to the silver peaks of the northern most mountains, breathing in the ice cold air. There was a beautiful, winding blue lake surrounding the villa, reflecting the midday sun with white, puffy clouds. His home was without doubt very beautiful but still Nikk had vowed never to return. No one would want to see me anyway, he thought with a pang of regret but shoved the unwanted feeling into the back of his mind. But then a small smile surfaced and he closed his eyes, the colors of hyperspace washing over him, bathing him in an almost celestial light. Perhaps someone would like to see him. But it would be almost impossible to seek her out when his father had banned him. Nikk laughed mirthlessly. While he was still a child, he’d had grand dreams of someday taking his father’s place as Count of their district but as he grew older, as he realized what the aristocrats had become, he knew his place would be elsewhere. And as a teenager not wanting to be part of a pack of hypocrites he had started to rebel. “We shouldn’t be doing this!” the girl whispered as she splayed her hands on Nikk’s chest. Her cheeks were blushing red, her lips swollen. Even her perfect blond hair now lay tangled around her shoulders. “I can’t let them see me like this!” Her voice was only a whisper, the look in her dark green eyes one of fear and embarrassment. “My father will punish the both of us.” Nikk laughed as he dipped his head to the side of her neck, “I’m not worried about him.” She pushed him back, “You don’t know him! We should return before people start asking questions.” She reached up to attach the intricately designed golden pin back into her hair, hoping that she looked decent enough to at least make it to the fresher without people staring at her back. Patting down the folds of her dark red dress, she cleared her throat and held her head high, staring at Nikk with a raised brow, “We will not be doing this any longer. Your reputation exceeds you, Nikk. You’re still a boy who treats women as play things.” Nikk grinned as he stepped back, “You weren’t complaining a while ago.” Her dark green eyes narrowed slightly, “No more. I am certain other women would gladly take my place.” With that she turned on her heel and hurried back to the ballroom. They’d been hiding beneath the marble staircase of the grand entry hall, tall native plants obscuring the view if people passed by. It was his favorite spot when getting away from the public eye; he wasn’t too worried about getting caught; no one ever looked for him. He straightened his jacket, combed his fingers through his too long dark brown hair and made his way back to the ballroom. He caught sight of his parents mingling with representatives of nearby worlds – the count his father wore his military uniform with pride, his beautiful mother seeming like a Queen out of a fairy tale with a flowing white gown pooling at her feet. The dance floor lay one level below the atrium, another flight of marble stairs leading to a live band playing soft music and beings frolicking about without a care in the world. Nikk peered down and caught sight of the girl he’d been with just moments before. He’d already forgotten her name. There was a sudden tingling sensation at the nape of his skull and he knew his father was approaching. He didn’t turn around as he heard the dark voice tinged with anger, “I see you’ve returned from your private excursion.” Nikk rolled his eyes skyward before turning around to face the older man. The count and his son were equal in height but Nikk surpassed his father in width. “Is there something you want?” The count clasped his hands behind his back and glared at his only son, “I would like for you to acquaint yourself with our newest trading partners.” “As your true son or as the son you’ve made me out to be?” The count clenched his jaw and Nikk could feel anger pulsating off him in waves, “You’ve done enough already. Perhaps it would be wise to behave yourself for the remainder of the evening.” Nikk couldn’t help but wonder if there was a silent threat within his father’s words. The Count turned on his heels and reluctantly Nikk followed, mimicking the stance of hands clasped behind his back. His mother smiled warmly and touched his arm with her small hands. He bent down and placed a small kiss on her pale cheek, “Are you enjoying yourself, Mother?” She nodded, her smile never once leaving her kind face, “Of course, my dear. And you as well?” She knew he hated having to attend these ridiculous balls and meetings just to show the public the aristocracy was still alive. He hated being in the spot light of so much attention, especially now since the world knew the Counts son was Force sensitive. It made Nikk’s position so much more unbearable. “I’m alright.” The Counts booming voice interrupted his Mother’s further response and Nikk scowled at the older man. Why his mother put up with him, Nikk could not fathom. He was a demanding and overbearing man, never taking no for an answer, whereas his mother was a delicate woman – so much so she sometimes reminded Nikk of a breakable flower. “Nikkolai, I’d like you to meet Quan Penin and his lovely daughter Araneya – our trading partners, our new neighbors.” Nikk grasped Penin’s hand and nodded his greeting but as he turned his attention to Araneya he found himself not being able to move. Her beauty was striking him speechless. Light blue eyes gave him a curious look, her full lips curved into a slight smile. Dark, wavy hair surrounded a heart shaped face, a dark blue dress fitting her lean form exquisitely. She was perfection. The Count cleared his throat and Nikk snapped back to the situation at hand. Doing what he did best, he gave her his most heartbreaking smile and as she reached out to grasp his hand, he raised her delicate fingers to his mouth and gently placed his lips against her cool skin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Araneya said, her voice an enchanting melody to his ears. Nikk took a step back as Araneya dropped her hand to her side but he didn’t answer. For the first time in his young life, Nikk was utterly speechless. He noticed his mother giving him a curious look but as the conversation between trade partners continued in directions that would bore him to tears, he leaned down once more and left another kiss on his mother’s cheek, “I am no longer needed.” He said in a low tone and his heart ached at the saddened expression on her face. “Please, stay a while longer.” Nikk shook his head, “Enjoy yourself, Mother.” He bid the Counts guests a fare evening, his gaze lingering on Araneya. He knew his dreams would revolve around only her. Nikk decided on taking a detour across the grand balcony linked to the atrium. A long staircase made from dark stone led the way to the gardens and from there he could walk to his rooms without being disturbed. But just as he descended the last step, he heard the click click click of heals on stone and whirled around. Araneya stood at the top, her form illuminated by a full white moon above. She smiled at him as she slowly set one foot in front of the other, her hips gently swaying back and forth and she approached him, “You’re leaving quite early.” Nikk cleared his throat, “This isn’t my world.” He was surprised at his words – he’d never said them aloud, even though the majority of the public knew he hated the society he had been born into. “So it seems.” He could smell her sweet scent now that she stood directly in front of him and his heart hammered away beneath his chest, “You should return.” Never before had Nikk turned a woman away. He liked being with them, having his fun with them. But Araneya was different, he knew that the first second he’d laid his eyes upon her. “I’ll return soon enough. My father is too busy discussing trade relations with the Count. It’s rather boring.” She smiled sweetly, “Would you mind showing me the gardens? I hear the area is beautiful even at night.” And it had been his undoing to agree. It had seemed like hours strolling along the premises. Araneya loved the gardens and time and again she would lean down and take in the sweet smell of lush red roses. Her voice was music to his ears and he listened to every word she said, memorizing as much as his mind would let him. They sat side by side by a small pool; Nikk answered Araneya’s questions as truthfully as he could and he was surprised at her interest concerning his Force abilities. He told her about his wish to join the Jedi Academy some day and she had smiled, saying she was certain he’d make a fine Jedi Knight when the time came. Their peaceful conversation was interrupted by Quan Penin’s quiet voice, beckoning for Araneya to return to the ballroom. Reluctantly she had gotten to her feet and with a sad smile, she’d leaned forward and kissed the top of his nose, “I would like to see you again.” And so they did. Day after day they met up in the gardens, their friendship slowly growing into something more, something pure. Nikk had never before felt for anyone as strongly for Araneya and when he looked into those blue eyes, he knew she felt the same way. But it wasn’t meant to be. The Count called Nikk to his private chambers weeks after the ball and the feeling of dread growing inside Nikk as he neared the closed wooden doors, overwhelmed him. The Count sat before the fireplace, his mother sitting on the floor with a pad in her hand. She looked up and smiled sweetly – the same smile she always gave him, the smile of a loving mother. Nikk couldn’t remember ever receiving such warmth from his father. “Leave her alone.” Nikk stood in the doorway of the small chamber and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Excuse me?” “You’re to leave her alone. She’s been promised to someone else.” Nikk felt as if the Count had ripped his heart from his chest and trampled it to bits and pieces with his boots. For a moment he didn’t dare to speak, afraid his voice was too weak to stand up to the Count. “Promised?” “She will be wed within the next week. She is leaving as we speak.” Nikk’s mother gazed up from the pad and frowned at her husband. It seemed she hadn’t known about recent developments. “It’s an out of date tradition. They can’t force her to marry someone she doesn’t love.” The Count stood from his large chair and gave his son a quizzical look, “And what is it that you know about love? She was just another one of your play things, that is all.” Nikk shook his head, anger seeping through his bones, “She means a great deal to me.” The Count rolled his eyes and scoffed, “You don’t know the meaning of love and you never will. Araneya is no longer any of your concern.” “I will not just let her leave.” “You will keep away from her!” The Count voice rose with every uttered word, “This trade relation is too important for you to go and mess everything up.” Nikk laughed, a mirthless and empty sound, “So this is about you again, isn’t it? Everything’s about you.” He stepped closer, his voice low as he stood almost face to face with the Count, “I don’t care about your trade relations any more than you care about your only son. I will not let you dictate my life any longer.” “Watch your words.” “Or what? You’ll beat me? You’ll banish me?” He chuckled then, “Go right ahead. At least I won’t have to put up with this any longer.” “You will leaver her alone.” Nikk shook his head, strands of dark hair falling into his face, “I won’t let her leave like this.” “Nikkolai, I swear –“ “I love her!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, while pointing at his father, barely touching the Count’s chest, “And I will fight for her.” Without another word, Nikk spun on his heel and hurried down the corridor. His mind spinning around his options, he decided on taking his speeder to the private space port where Penin’s ship was docked. Along the way he asked himself how many times he’d let the Count talk him out of doing what his heart had so desired while growing up. But this was too important to let go – Araneya was too important to let go. As Nikk exited the villa, he heard light footsteps running his way and as he turned around the woman he loved jumped into his arms. She was crying, her shoulders bobbing up and down as she clenched at the cloth of his clothes, as if holding on for dear life. “He’s making me leave.” She whispered after calming down enough to talk, “I don’t want to go. I don’t know what to do!” Nikk grabbed her hand and walked around the villa towards the gardens where they had talked that very first night, “My father told me what’s happened.” “I’m being forced into this, Nikk.” “I know.” He hugged her then, his long arms completely encircling her as she lay her head on his chest, “I don’t know what to do.” And neither did Nikk. He held her for a long while before she freed herself and pulled him down for a long kiss. Right there in their private space within the gardens, he made love to her for the first and only time, all the while whispering his feelings for her, his heart breaking at the notion that they would have to part. Araneya was forced to leave the very same night. Penin had send security guards to escort her to their ship – Nikk would never forget her tear streaked face as she walked to certain misery. Nikk refused to step out of his chambers for the next few days, even when his mother came to see him, he refused to talk. One night he stood before the mirror and realized how much his face resembled that of the count. And that was when he decided to dye his hair red, the color of the darkest blood. He snuck from the villa and had his back, his torso and upper arms covered with dark red tattoos, intricate designs with symbols of the old language of his home world – a language the older generation considered to be the tongue of Darkness. Nikk didn’t care. After hours of exquisite pain, Nikk made his way to his father’s meeting chambers. He knew the Count would be at the table discussing the next step in this new trade relationship and as Nikk burst through the doors, six fully armed men stood at attention. And they stared. Droplets of blood ran down Nikk’s naked torso, ran down the symbols and swirls that only the old generation knew how to read: Never again will I bow. The Count said nothing, his jaw set, his dark eyes sparkling with fury. Nikk was certain people would talk and even more rumors would spread concerning the Counts’ strange son. Nikk had never cared and now even cared less. “Are you satisfied, Father?” he asked in a low tone, a small smile playing around his lips. The Count stood with his back rigid, his voice betraying nothing of the anger he felt, “You will leave this instant.” He said coldly, “From this day forth I banish you from this country. You will leave and you will never return.” Nikk’s smile grew and he threw back his head and laughed, “So I had to go through all this for you to once do something for me?” He held out his arms as if meaning to hug the Count, “Aw, Dad, you shouldn’t have.” “If you do not leave immediately, I will have the guards escort you out.” “No need, father.” He pronounced the word is if it were bile in his throat, “I will gladly leave. And don’t worry. I’m never coming back.” Satisfied, Nikk turned around and hurried to see his mother. He bid her farewell between her sobs and her begging for him to stay but eventually she let him go. He worried for her – as strong as she seemed on the outside, he knew she was frail within. Packing up what little he called his own, he made his way to the private space sport. His prized possession stood there, waiting to be flown halfway across the galaxy to meet up with the Jedi Knights of the Galaxy. Lucinda, his ship, was all he had left. And Lucinda would take him to his new life. Nikk opened his eyes to the glare of blues and whites of hyperspace. Even now, after so many years, he missed Araneya as if they’d only just parted yesterday. But she had her own life to lead and he his. Straightening up in the pilot’s chair, he took a quick look across the controls and frowned as one of the usual green lights was blinking red. He leaned forward and raised a brow; according to the readings, the environmental system was malfunctioning. And as he thought about it, he did feel a little warm. Getting to his feet, he circled around the chair and leaned over a small monitor to check the temperature. 82 degrees and rising. Nikk punched a few buttons, hoping to get the temperature under control when suddenly the lights around him flickered and everything went dead. Confusion turning into anger, the blues and whites of hyperspace suddenly vanished, the ship lurching forward. It seemed like minutes passed by before he fully comprehended what had just happened. The entire ship was off line and they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. The door to the cockpit swished aside and Kyp walked in, giving Nikk a curious look in the dark, “What’s going on?” Nikk sighed, controlling rising panic that someone had tampered with Lucinda, “Well, I’d say the shavit just hit the fan.” This was surprisingly easy to write. Hope you liked it. -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 6/15 4:36pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Wow. And I thought Nikk was hot before. Oye vey....that was freaking awesome!!!!! Brilliant job Ceillean!!! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! "Writers block is when your characters get tired of everything you do to them and go on strike." Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/15 4:50pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Beautiful backstory!!!! I savored every word!! I like the idea of Nikk the reluctant count, strnage Force sensitive, somewhat rebellious teen. Yes, maybe he is more Han Solo. Sometimes I think if Kyp had a normal childhood he'd be less Han and more Luke. My initial attraction to Kyp was bad boy, but now 'm not so sure. I wouldn't really say Nikk is a bad boy either. But the tattoos and hair were a rebellion and an emo time for him. So now we can see why he would help Kyp rescue his love. Can't wait to see what you have planned next!?!? -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 6/15 8:05pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Great backstory Great update -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/16 4:25am Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Kyp better keep a close eye on Liz with Count Nikk lurking around . I wonder if Nikk ever regrets his decision on some level? Not becoming a Jedi, but the forsaking of his family. Hope he's good with a Hydrospanner too Excellent back story, ties in well with his overall motivation to give Kyp a hand. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Jinn_Soresom Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 6/16 5:57am Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Hi, Ceillean. I like this one. You make it racey without being crass. There's, uh, definitely some heat in this one! ... "Lucinda" snickers -----signature----- "Nihilistic little bastard, isn't he?" Kyp Durron, speaking about Darth Caedus. Anakin pointed his lightsaber towards Darth Caedus. "You." Jacen smiled and bowed. "Me." Anakin struck. VERSUS: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27412705/p1/?
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/18 12:57pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 16th
	Thanks everyone for your lovely comments! Great to see you're back, Jinn. “Don’t touch that!” Startled Liz whirled around doing her best not to drop the scanning device a second time. She scowled as Nikk came towards her with long strides. And this time he’d taken his shirt off – to her dismay. For just a moment she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth, “How the hell do you expect me to scan the interior of this stupid ship if you keep yelling at me?” “I wasn’t yelling.” Liz threw her arms up in defeat and squeaked, “Yes, you were.” While Nikk had gotten auxiliary power back online, he’d made Kyp and Liz walk through the ship in opposite directions – inch by inch – and search for tracking devices, bombs – anything out of the ordinary. Nikk had a bad case of paranoia when it came to his Lucinda. So far Liz had actually found one tracking device deep behind a wall casing, neatly stuck between batches of cables. Nikk had been convinced someone had boarded his precious ship and he had been right. Nikk came closer and pointed at a small control panel, “This has a mechanism installed to activate a few traps for unwanted visitors. If you’d accidently activated it – it wouldn’t be comfortable.” Liz frowned at him, “How come it didn’t go off when someone was really here?” He shrugged as his face darkened, “I don’t know yet. Whoever this was bypassed a whole lot of systems.” Liz took a deep breath and returned her attention back to her hand held scanning device – away from the tattoos on Nikk’s upper body. They were an interesting design and she was curious at their meaning. She decided – should they get out of this situation in one piece – she’d have to ask him about them. Maybe. The scanning device was a round and wonderfully cool object that fit into her palm perfectly. A flickering light blue hologram showing every detail of the back compartment of Lucinda where she now stood. If she understood correctly – and she wasn’t really sure because Nikk had started going on and on and on about technicalities that meant absolutely nothing to her – the scanner was linked to the ship and if an object showed up red within the hologram, it didn’t belong and needed to be extracted. And where there was one tracking device, there were most likely more. Liz swiped at her forehead as sweat began pearling down her temples again. She felt like she’d stepped into hell’s personal sauna. Nikk had a large stash of water cramped up in a storage department but at the rate the heat was going, Liz assumed the water would be out in less than a day. Which meant they’d be stuck with average recycling procedures and she found that… well, she didn’t want to think about it. “And by the way” Nikk said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “My ship is not stupid.” “It’s a vehicle, Nikk!” Liz turned and glared at the taller man, “It’s not alive. It’s an object to use. And you treat this thing as if it were alive.” She resumed the tedious task of scanning the walls, then the floor and then the ceiling. Inch by inch by stupid inch. Goodness it was hot. Liz leaned her head against the cool metal casing and took a deep breath. The normal sweet smelling air held a metallic scent now, “I’m sorry.” She said in a low voice but keeping her eyes closed, “I’m annoyed, that’s all. And it’s hot.” Her last words came out as a hiss and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m working on it.” Nikk said in a low voice, “I’m having the computer run diagnostics. Should be done in a few minutes.” “What about the hyperdrive?” Nikk sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, “I’ll have to repair it manually. It’s not too much work it might just take a long while.” “Oh.” Liz straightened, “Which means we’re stuck with sublight then? Which means it’ll take us, what? Fifty years to get to the nearest star system?” “Look, I’m doing my best here, alright? It’s not like I asked for this to happen.” Liz sighed as she walked another few steps and moved the scanner up and down the wall to her left. After several silent seconds she heard Nikk walk back down the corridor towards the cockpit and she was glad he’d gone. He was an intimidating figure as it was but all those naked muscles and beautiful tattoos made him even more so. To her irritation she felt her cheeks grow warm with a blush. “As if I need more heat right now.” She muttered to herself as she took another single step, while scanning the wall. ******** Kyp knelt down and smiled weakly as he listened to Nikk and Liz arguing from the other side. They’re voices seemed to carry throughout the entire ship and the two of them had been going at each other since they’d started the search. Nikk had come to check on Kyp before seeing to Liz – it was an annoying trait albeit understandable. It was his ship after all; his Lucinda and Kyp assumed Nikk could completely lose it if something happened to her. Which he already had as soon as he’d realized someone had trespassed. There had been shouts and obscene gestures, words that even made Kyp raise his brows in surprise once and a while. No, Nikk did not take kindly to trespassers. And now that it was certain they were being tracked – he didn’t need the Force to know Nikk was on edge. And so was he. For a moment he leaned against the cool metal plating of the wall and took a breath. He’d already thrown his Jedi attire aside – the clothes had been plastered to his skin, uncomfortably so. At least he could move now without the rough cloth scraping away. His thoughts wandered around the questions as to why this was happening and who had done it? The who wasn’t as important to him but the why nagged at the back of his skull – he felt like he could reach out with the Force and grasp the answer but it was still too far away. He decided to think about that once Lucinda was up and running again. So he continued to search for unwanted, red blinking objects as he stared the hologram above his palm. He reached out with the Force, gently touching Liz through their bond and she responded almost immediately. Which was another fact he still needed to consider; her Force sensitivity. He was hoping she would decide to accompany him to the Academy once this entire mess was over. She could learn everything she wanted concerning the Force and depending on how strong she was, she might even train to become a Jedi herself. They hadn’t talked about it yet but it was hovering over their heads all the same. A bleeping sound ripped him from his thoughts; the hologram showed him a blinking, red object right below his feet. He stepped back and laid the scanner on the metal plating. His fingers ran along the smooth edges of the opening to a tiny compartment near the wall. With a tug he had the cover off and raised his brows in surprise. ******** “You’re driving me insane, baby!” Nikk shouted as he threw a hydrospanner across the room. It skidded to a halt in front of a pair of dark brown boots and Nikk looked up from the small mechanics pit with a glare, “What?” Nikk stood in front of a small access port to the hyperdrive controls. According to the computer, the hyperdrive was fully active. Obviously the computer was lying to him and he had yet to figure out why. “Come take a look.” Kyp stepped back as Nikk hauled himself over the edge of the pit and followed Kyp down the corridor. “She’s never done this before.” Nikk commented as they walked, “I’ve been through a lot with this baby and she’s never lied to me before.” Kyp gave him a quizzical look but he held his peace. Nikk was Han Solo all over again it seemed and he smiled at that, “She’ll be as good as new. Don’t worry.” As they neared the open compartment at the section Kyp had been going through, Nikk got to his knees and simply stared. Long seconds passed by, neither one of them saying anything until they both looked up as they heard soft steps coming their way. Liz stood behind Nikk, pressing the scanning device to her chest as she stood on her toes to peer over Nikk’s large form – even in a kneeling position, she realized, “What’s that? It’s pretty.” “It’s a bomb, Liz.” Kyp said with a slight shake of his head, a stern expression on his face, “Bombs and pretty don’t match.” Liz’s face fell, “Oh.” And then it seemed the fact that they could blow up settled in and her dark eyes widened, “Oh.” She said again, straining on the syllable. Putting the fact aside that this blinking, colorful little thing could kill them in a heartbeat, it was pretty. The casing around it was black with three separate rings of light blinking in intervals. Liz wondered if it was an indication how far along the thing was to explode. “It won’t explode.” Kyp suddenly said as he’d read her mind, “It looks like it’s rigged to blow if someone tries to extract it.” He pointed at something Liz couldn’t see. “Well then don’t touch it.” Nikk hissed between his teeth and Liz rolled her eyes. “For Force’s sake, what is it with you and the touching?” He straightened – slow – and turned around to glare at her. They were only a few inches apart as he stared down at her, “Do you want to die out here?” He asked in a low voice as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Liz didn’t answer. She peered to the side and watched as Kyp straightened to his feet. “I asked you a question.” “And I won’t answer because it’s a stupid question.” Kyp felt growing anxiety within the Force; all three of them were wired up and he knew that this argument could escalate with only one wrong word. “Do you want to die?” Liz did not like Nikk’s tone of voice at all; she narrowed her eyes and took a step back. “I’m guessing no.” he continued, “So do us all a favor and stop with the whining. It’s a major distraction.” “I’m not whining.” Liz was pissed, plainly put. Where the hell did this huge dumb ass Jedi get off talking to her this way? “I might as well just throw you out the airlock if you don’t stop. It’ll save me some time and nerves.” Kyp stepped between them, his back to Liz as he glared at Nikk, “Don’t you ever talk to her that way again.” He was voice was dangerously low – Liz took a deep breath. “Ever.” He repeated with a definite threat. Nikk nodded once but said nothing. “There’s a kriffing bomb underneath our feet and we’re standing here arguing.” Kyp took a quick look over his shoulder, “Let him do what he needs to do, Liz.” Even as he spoke to her his voice did not soften, “It’s his ship, his rules. Understood?” She felt like a chastised little girl at that moment. “Understood.” She muttered as she hugged herself. Chastised and embarrassed. Great combination. “We should let the thing sit a while longer.” Nikk commented after the storm had passed, “No playing around with it.” There was a pointed look in Liz’s direction and her eyes widened. Did he honestly think she’d poke around at the thing? She was about to respond when Kyp gave her a nasty look and she held her peace. “Let’s do more of the scans; see if whoever is still able to track us.” Nikk went on, “I’ll try and find out why the damned computer’s lying to me about the hyperdrive.” “How bad is it?” Kyp asked. Nikk shrugged, “We could make one jump. If the computer gives me access that is.” “I’ll go through the star charts and see which system is nearest.” Kyp said. While dragging a hand through his hair, Nikk nodded once and left to go tinker with the computer and the hyperdrive. “Are you alright?” Kyp asked as he turned around to face Liz. She looked at him with a creased forehead and he caught anger within her dark eyes. “Fine.” She snapped before turning on her heel to finish the appointed job. Kyp watched her leave and sighed. He hoped they’d find a decent place to land the ship soon. Otherwise this would be a very stressful long flight – he was certain of it. ********** It seemed like hours with cluttering, clanging and cursing before Nikk ventured back to the cockpit, “One small jump, maybe two. That’s all we’ve got.” Kyp sat in the co pilots seat and nodded, “There’s a small planet a few light-years from here. We could make it with one jump.” “Does the planet have name?” He plopped down in the pilots seat, propping his booted feet on the console in front of him. “Yeah, I just can’t pronounce it.” “Inhabitants?” “Well, the Imps had colonies there years ago. There’s no reference if anyone stayed behind. There’s not even a reference concerning natives.” “And it’s the only planet we can reach?” Kyp nodded, “Better than sitting out here in the middle of nowhere.” Nikk snorted, “Sure. So we’ll be stranded on a planet in the middle of nowhere.” “Unless you get the hyperdrive working again.” Nikk sighed and slumped in the seat, closing his eyes, “Lucinda, you’re being stubborn.” He whispered under his breath. Kyp laughed. They grew quiet, both left with their own thoughts. Nikk wondered about that damned explosive some ass had smuggled aboard his beloved craft. He knew the thing wouldn’t explode – he felt it. But it bugged the hell out of him nonetheless. Once Lucinda was parked safely on even ground, he’d take his time to check every nook and cranny and see if Lucinda was alright. Who knew what else had been planted on her? Maybe there were trackers on the outside hull as well… He groaned at that thought. “Give me another hour and we’ll be ready to jump.” Nikk got up and left Kyp alone in the cockpit. He sat back and stared through the viewport, gazing at the stars. Liz had blatantly ignored him the past few hours, which completely irritated him. And he wasn’t even sure why she was behaving the way she was. With a sigh he slowly got to his feet and went to look for her. She was moving along the other side of the hold now, the scanner on the ground before her feet. She hadn’t noticed him approaching, it seemed and so he stopped and watched her for a long moment. She trailed her fingers along the metal plating, splaying her hands here and there as if she were trying to decipher something just by touch. She closed her eyes and Kyp was very surprised as he felt her touch the Force. Just a nudge. He smiled and that’s when she decided to look up. Liz stopped what she was doing, letting her hand fall back to her side. She said nothing as she bent down to retrieve the scanner and carry on with her work, “I’m done.” She said in a low voice, “I found two more of those tracking devices.” She gestured behind Kyp; there on the ground lay the exact same models they’d found before. And then she just left without another word and Kyp found himself following her. He caught up with her after only a few steps and grabbed her elbow, twirling her around, “Talk to me.” She sighed, “There isn’t anything to talk about.” She wriggled herself free of his hold and walked on. Now this was a side of her he hadn’t seen yet. He watched her walk in even strides until she entered the small furnished room where they’d spent the previous night before hell had broken loose on board. Frowning he followed her inside. “What’s going on?” She sighed while letting herself fall onto the cot, “Nothing.” Was the only answer he got before she turned around to face the wall. Slowly he made his way to her small form and knelt down beside her, “Liz.” He reached out with Force to touch her mind and was astounded at the blocks she’d erected. Anger mixed with irritation, “Liz, talk to me. Please.” She took a deep breath, “I’d like to be alone for a little while.” “Liz –“ “Please.” Not knowing exactly what it was he needed to do, Kyp complied and left her alone. Things are not going as planned. Oh well. -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 6/18 1:17pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	“What’s going on?” She sighed while letting herself fall onto the cot, “Nothing.” I hate that answer it inevitably means that you screwed up and you won't know how for some time. Great update! -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/18 1:18pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	"Don’t touch that!” My first thought was that Kyp and Liz were still in the bedroom “My ship is not stupid.” No, not your ship, maybe its pilot though....... “You’re driving me insane, baby!” Nikk shouted as he threw a hydrospanner across the room. Liz stood behind Nikk, pressing the scanning device to her chest as she stood on her toes to peer over Nikk’s large form – even in a kneeling position, she realized, “What’s that? It’s pretty.” “It’s a bomb, Liz.” Kyp said with a slight shake of his head Silly girl, their stuck in the middle of space and she found something pretty.... You continue to do an amazing job of keeping the right amounts of humor and drama blended together. This story just screams "Star Wars" -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/18 3:51pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	Oh I loved the tension and Kyppie and Lizzie had their first fight! It's kinda cute you know!? I loved the ties from this section to the others with Nick's past and his tattoos, but also with the fact that it is possible someone from Nikk's past might want to harm him. VEry well done and exciting to read! -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 6/18 5:53pm Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	I don't know what was funnier: Nikk and Liz arguing or Kyp listening to them argue. LOL That was some funny stuff, but what won't be funny is if they have to stay on that ship together much longer. Whoa momma. Tension!!! LOL Awesome update Ceillan! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! "Writers block is when your characters get tired of everything you do to them and go on strike." Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/19 12:47am Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	ccp posted: “What’s going on?” She sighed while letting herself fall onto the cot, “Nothing.” I hate that answer it inevitably means that you screwed up and you won't know how for some time. Seems you've had your share of experience witht he word "nothing", huh? I think it's a typical female reaction. It is when I just want to be left alone and don't want to talk. shrugs Men don't get that, though. Great update! Thanks! Robimus posted: "Don’t touch that!” My first thought was that Kyp and Liz were still in the bedroom You and your naughty thoughts. “My ship is not stupid.” No, not your ship, maybe its pilot though....... Sometimes, most definately. “You’re driving me insane, baby!” Nikk shouted as he threw a hydrospanner across the room. Men and their vehicles. I know a few who sweet talk their cars. Liz stood behind Nikk, pressing the scanning device to her chest as she stood on her toes to peer over Nikk’s large form – even in a kneeling position, she realized, “What’s that? It’s pretty.” “It’s a bomb, Liz.” Kyp said with a slight shake of his head Silly girl, their stuck in the middle of space and she found something pretty.... shrugs She finds something pretty in everything. You continue to do an amazing job of keeping the right amounts of humor and drama blended together. This story just screams "Star Wars" Thank you so much! obi posted: Oh I loved the tension and Kyppie and Lizzie had their first fight! It's kinda cute you know!? Aaaawww...yeah, it is kind of cute. I loved the ties from this section to the others with Nick's past and his tattoos, but also with the fact that it is possible someone from Nikk's past might want to harm him. VEry well done and exciting to read! Thanks! Sab posted: I don't know what was funnier: Nikk and Liz arguing or Kyp listening to them argue. LOL That was some funny stuff, but what won't be funny is if they have to stay on that ship together much longer. Whoa momma. Tension!!! LOL Awesome update Ceillan! Thanks! And the tension will build and build and build...muhahahahahahahaha -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character
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Jinn_Soresom Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 6/19 3:37am Subject: RE: An Unlocked Soul -- OC's, Kyp/OC (AU) -- Updated June 18th
	So, what have we learned from this last post, hmm? 1. Bombs are pretty. 2. A man's house is his castle, but his spaceship is like his own little nation. Called "Lucinda". 3. If Liz and Nikk are arguing and Ceillean sneaks onboard, ties up Kyp and makes off with him, it'll be sometime before they notice. 4. Reconstituted water (filtered pee) - not the galactic party drink of choice. ... Which begs the question... Where does their food come from? I'm keeping an eye on this one... -----signature----- "Nihilistic little bastard, isn't he?" Kyp Durron, speaking about Darth Caedus. Anakin pointed his lightsaber towards Darth Caedus. "You." Jacen smiled and bowed. "Me." Anakin struck. VERSUS: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27412705/p1/?
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