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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/8 5:57pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/7/0
	I really like this fic, would you please add me to the pm list? Fantastic job! -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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NYCitygurl Title: Railroad Baroness of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/18 8:58pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/7/0
	I love it!! Leia's a bit harsh (but after all she's been though, that's understandable). I love the Anakin/Tahiri dynamic - they're so cute together!! And Tahiri insisting that the podracer is a he is too cute -----signature----- "We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things." ~ Master of padawanlost, Ultima_1 and Jedimaster_JainaSolo
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rebel_cheese Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/21 5:25pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/7/0
	I'm exhausted, depressed, and angry, and I don't know how much longer I'll be a member of these boards as a result of recent happenings. Chapter 7 will be up momentarily after the response is posted, but I have no clue whether chapter 7 will be the last chapter. I already know I scarcely have the time to read anything on these boards already, part of the reason why I don't reply expediently is because I rarely have the time to respond at all. Draconarius: FIRST! Yay? Leia, you need to keep a closer eye on things if you intend to keep Anakin Solo and Tahiri Veila out of trouble. She tries her best, to be honest, but the two of them somehow managed to outwit her for the moment (but she caught on really fast). One must wonder how they managed to pull it off . . . Either that or whack Tahiri upside the head a few times. I'm certain she's been tempted to do that but that's something for Tahiri's own mother to do. Certainly is a mean crowd. You'd think Anakin Skywalker's win at Mos Espa would have generated some more respect for humans in the sport. Remember that Anakin Skywalker's win was decades ago and has become a bit of an urban legend. Not to mention that Anakin had . . . gifts that allowed him to pilot a Podracer, something no normal human can do. Something Anakin Solo wouldn't be able to do if it weren't for his own Force-sensitivity. And what is this Force block from Myrkr about? It has to have something to do with the Yuuzhan Vong, but what...? Hmm, interesting. That's for me to know, and you to find out . . . someday. Maybe. I don't know. Can't wait to see what Leia does to Tahiri when she catches up with her and Anakin. Poor kid is going to wish she was never born. Tahiri has ways . . . she's Tahiri, after all. Leia isn't stupid, though, and she isn't a stereotypical angry mother. She is genuinely worried about her child, and I tried to show why by having that poor sap alien get fried in his Podracer. morrison85: Very cool Anakin being dragged to podracing Ha. Thanks. padawanlost: I really like this chapter, even the second time around. In a few short paragraphs you completely remake Leia from galactic politician to moisture farmer. Her reaction to her situation is very strong, but sad. We know that Han is a drunk now, and she's throwing all her energy into being overprotective of Anakin. As for Anakin that can't be a good thing considering how much self-examination he's been guilty of. I love that Tahiri is the instigator, though thinking of her without her Tusken past is strange. Does she actually wear shoes now? That was basically the point of all that info-dumping at the beginning, to set up Leia's character, to show how she is different and yet the same. I still wanted her to Leia but at the same time everything that has happened to her was bound to have altered in some way. And yeah, I felt it was natural for Tahiri to be the instigator. The thought of her being responsible for Anakin's daredeviling was just too fun not to use. As for the feet issue, I tried for a inbetween thing: she wears socks, but no shoes. No clue whether I'm keeping that consistent. Ikrit was a welcome surprise too. I love that Leia doesn't know what he is. The line about Anakin saying he could talk was priceless. If he's with Anakin and Tahiri what can go wrong? Well, Ikrit is with Leia currently right now, so he can't exactly be that big of a help. And yeah, Ikrit's basically disguised himself as the family pet so a Jedi Master can always be by Anakin. 'Course, Leia doesn't know this . . . I'm wondering if Leia's decision to stay away from the Force, as many other ex-Jedi in this universe might be doing, is adding to the damage that its suffered. And knowing that its from Myrkr makes this all the more intriguing a problem. That's one of the questions and dilemmas I wanted to show before the source of the problem is found. The isolated Jedi are staying away from the damaged Force, but why? Anakin evidently is drawing on the Force to compete in the Podrace, so I wanted to place a question on whether there really is a dark weight in the Force like everyone says. Can't wait to see what happens with the race, though I have a good feeling about Anakin's chances. You really think Anakin has it locked up, do you? Thanks for reading. RK_Striker_JK_5: Anyway... like grandfather, like son. Well, sorta. Ah, Ikrit. Listen closely, Leia. And a... Force miasma from Myrkr? Interesting... And Han, drunk. Sigh Well, could be worse. Nicew little twists on the canon here and there, dude. Yeah, basically I wanted to do various twists and elements on the canon and put my various spins on them all. Ikrit is still with Anakin, but in a different way than he was in the JJK. Myrkr is still a pivotal element in this war, but in a different way than it was in the NJO. And Han . . . yeah, he's drunk. He's a little more grounded than he was during the NJO but still . . . angry_bendu1: I really like this fic, would you please add me to the pm list? Fantastic job! You got it, and thanks. NYCitygurl: I love it!! Leia's a bit harsh (but after all she's been though, that's understandable). I love the Anakin/Tahiri dynamic - they're so cute together!! And Tahiri insisting that the podracer is a he is too cute Thanks! Well, yeah, Leia is harsh, but at the same time, would you want your last child racing in a vehicle that can go 400 mph (rough estimate) and plow into a wall at a moment's notice. And yeah, I could not resist having Tahiri insist on the Podracer being a 'he', the thought was, again, too much fun. That's why this chapter is possibly the most fun piece of work I've ever written. the new Anakin scene coming up soon comes close, though. -----signature----- Padawan of princess_of_naboo E-married to the amazing padawanlost Member of Charon_Force Beginning's End: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28450077&brd=10477&replies=1
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rebel_cheese Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/21 5:41pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/7/0
	7 Jacen walked point as the Phantoms emerged from their temporary lair, and set out on foot. The street was littered with rubble and destroyed vehicles from the invasion six years ago, and to his left Jacen saw the massive horned beasts the Yuuzhan Vong party had brought along. They did not attack, rather, they waited patiently for masters that would never come. Bartus had suggesting shooting the creatures anyway but Jacen had disregarded that idea, an attack could rile the eleven creatures up, and as long as they ignored the humans walking away, Jacen was more than willing to leave them alone. Regardless, there was a chance they would encounter far more dangerous Vong creatures than these and Jacen wanted to save his limited ammunition for the possibility of meeting them. Vong creatures were mostly nocturnal, but they could be extremely violent in daylight if provoked. Throughout his years on Coruscant, Jacen had seen instances of merely walking in front of a den was enough to aggravate the monsters who dwelled in them. And nearly all of those creatures were ferocious, no matter whether they were carnivorous or herbivorous. Even the flora introduced on this planet viewed humans and other 'infidel' fauna as luscious victuals. As a result, there was no point in taking any chances. Jacen was the leader of the party without Father Corran's or Mother Mirax's presence. It was his responsibility to protect all of them and bring them home. It was a role entrusted to him by his 'parents' themselves. He would not allow a single member of his party to perish. This part of the city grew tranquil as they left the monstrosities behind eternally waiting for their masters. The debris-littered streets were empty and still. Bars, storefronts, taverns, all empty, with smashed windows and vegetation nestling inside them. What few doors remained hinged were sagging or barred. Rusted hulks of airspeeders, rockettanks, and gunships lay strewn in the streets, abandoned. A few were intact, one gunship that had crashed into a small building on their left looked like its tail gun remained in operation. But most were stripped to their metallic cores, they had been reduced to a worth beyond mere uselessness. Jacen remembered when these vehicles and others like them indeed roamed these streets. From the look of several of these vehicles, they had flown in the invisible superhighways hundreds of stories above, and during the attack they had fallen away from their steady flow and crashed so many floors below. He could still so clearly remember life the way it had been, the way it should be. Back before the citizens of this planet became one of four things: once-pures, people cuddled up in fortified compounds, the street people, or the mutants. The once-pures were of course the creations of Yuuzhan Vong mental engineering. Whether humans, Bothans, Twi'leks, Wookiees, or any race the Vong could find, the Vong used. And the once-pures were armies of spoliation, they committed atrocious acts of rapine and death without hesitation to serve their demigods. The people in the compounds and bases still considered themselves citizens, but as far as Jacen was concerned nearly all of them were deluded fools. The only reason why the Vong and the once-pures had not already plundered what compounds that remained was that they had no reason too, not yet. The moment they found one, though, they would come. And in force. Then there were the street people. These people struggled to make lives for themselves exposed in the streets to the elements, the Vong, the once-pures, and the mutants. It was an extremely dangerous life, and was a short one if the person wasn't careful. Usually the most reliable resource in the street was yourself, although many did ally with other street people, or formed small gangs like Jacen had. The street people were outcasts, banned from the compounds, hunted vigoriously by the once-pures, preyed upon by the mutants, and swatted aside by the Vong. As a result the street people hid inside buildings or dove underground, aiming to stay out of the way. Lastly, there were the mutants. They had once been sentient, thinking 'infidel' races, occasionally Yuuzhan Vong themselves. They had been exposed to something that had changed them. Radiation, or a chemical, or some instance that forced the activation of some dormant bestial gene, had changed them forever. If they had memories of their past lives they gave no indication that they acknowledged them. Some would simply hide, others, especially those that used to be Vong or Bothan, would attack in blinding rages. They were the most unpredictable and were threats even to the Yuuzhan Vong. Jacen had seen, and heard of, mutant extermination raids made by the Yuuzhan Vong, the conquerors were that concerned of the mutants. These separate realms of life, including the Yuuzhan Vong, all co-existed all over Coruscant, living in a mesh of wrecked urban areas strewn with organic and biotechnic life. More than one person Jacen had met had compared this life to hell itself. It was not the least accurate description, but it was better for Jacen. He had perhaps the most trustworthy companions of any leader of any street gang. And for that he was forever grateful for whatever kind deity had granted him that much. And perhaps he had picked up a guardian angel along the way. As the group passed into a cross street, Jacen looked both ways. Nelani closed her eyes once, and reopened them. She looked up at Jacen and nodded once with a small smile. It was safe to pass. Once again, the light she had within herself would guide them through the darkness. He glanced once at his group, all dressed similiarly in clothing. Torn jackets, Corellian-tailored jean-pants, durable boots of various, and occasionally mismatched boots. However, all of them were different, in various ways. River, the sniper. Zekk, the navigator. Eyrl, the healer. Bartus, the strength. Raynar, the strategist. All had roles extremely important to Jacen, and all could remember the past, and carried it into the future, where the past perhaps could once again have meaning. They were phantoms, haunting the world where their parents had lived. That was why Jacen had dubbed them such. Nelani said "It's safe. I detect nothing. There's a couple of plants waiting for a meal, but we saw them on the way here and we can dodge them." Jacen nodded once. "Let's go," he said, and he signaled them across. The Phantoms walked down one side of the road, seperated by several feet, except in Nelani's case, where she had to walk at a Phantom's side at all times. Nelani was starting to explore the spectrum of the party, her need to be with River and Jacen, while still strong, was no longer as desperate as it once was. Today she had chosen to walk with Eyrl, who was directly behind Jacen in the formation. Overhead, the clouds were again darkening as rain swelled within them. The group was crossing the street and in the distance another junction awaited. Eventually, after several such crossings, a soft rain began to fall upon them, and a mist began to rise from the ground, turning all into a glistening grey, shielding them further from sight, and destroying their scent. Despite the discomfort that came from walking in rain Jacen enjoyed it, because the group was far safer that way. They wouldn't be as threatened by predators and whatever hunting animal the Vong tried to enslave next. Zekk and Jacen continued to walk point. Zekk had one hand at his side, ready to draw his Old Republic cortosis sword at any time. Eyrl followed directly behind Jacen, speaking softly to Nelani, who listened intently to every word that came from the older girl's mouth. Raynar and Bartus followed, the two of them, always at opposite ends of every conversation, refusing to even glance at the other. Finally, River was the rearguard, and was walking backwards. There should be one other person involved in this group, but Jacen knew why she wasn't here. Tenel Ka still thought she could save the Hapan compound from themselves. With her mother ailing and crumbling apart at the seams and her father impotent Tenel Ka was the next in line to succeed as Hapan queen, whatever that title meant these days. And Tenel still felt enough duty binding her to her people that she refused every opportunity she had to come with him, even though they both knew she would be far happier in the streets with Jacen, than in the compounds where schemes were constantly being drawn against her. But Jacen knew once he returned he could afford to walk along the old underground passages and meet her once again. He loved everything about her, her strength, her pragmaticism, her kindness, the gleams of intelligence perforating her grey-green eyes. He was at a loss to think of why she was attracted to him, but perhaps it was because he was everything she was not. He was free and she lived in a glorified prison. He was able to lead and be Jacen Solo while Tenel Ka was forced to be the antithesis of what she wished to be, a regal whose role was dictated by overbearing advisers. Jacen lived to survive and Tenel Ka's compound remained locked in the past, where the Hapans believed they could still hold on, despite the changes in location, respect, and wealth. They still clung to the old ways, refusing to change, even if it meant their demise. And Jacen knew that the Vong would grow sickened with the Hapan remnant one day and destroy them. But Tenel Ka would have a place to go. Jacen had found shatterpoints inside the passage where he could seal the passage from Home to the Hapan compound, and make it look natural enough that the Vong and once-pures would barely glance at it. And then they would live together at last. But those were thoughts that he couldn't afford to concentrate on for the moment. Everyone on the team knew of Jacen's escapeades, and nearly all disapproved of them. Jacen had to keep showing he was in charge, and was not distracted. And he had to continue to prove it, not just to his underlings, but to Father Corran and Mother Mirax as well. They knew just as well as the others, and Father Corran had made his displeasure clear. But Jacen loved Tenel Ka, and if that meant working even harder as a leader, that was what he would do. He had to remain leader. There weren't any options there. He was seventeen, a street urchin whose family had forever vanished from his life. Without Home, he had nothing left, for if Home was denied to him he would be denied Tenel Ka as well. Other than the letters. But the letters were pipe dreams, and he knew as much. No one besides himself would ever glance at them, and that disheartening thought always threatened to overcome him every day. Always, he resisted. That was when a billowing darkness began, and its cold shimmers spread throughout his soul and body. Jacen instinctively began to shiver, and he suddenly felt as if a demon had crossed from the Corellian hells into the realm of flesh and life. The others felt it too. "What the hell . . ." Zekk murmured, drawing the blade and wielding it with both lands. His long, sinewy arms shook and his hands shook at he grabbed his killing blade. Eyrl pulled out her blaster rifle and aimed it to the right. Her voice transformed into a robotic monotone. "I sense it. To the right. The building with the faded purple sign." "Sense what?" Bartus asked, his round face confused. It took Jacen a moment to realize that neither Bartus or River possessed the same gifts as the others did. "Just quiet down and do what we do," Jacen hissed. "Same with you, River." Jacen then looked and saw it from across the street. They were standing at another junction, the eleventh they had reached so far. The eleventh of forty-two such junctions to pass. Quickly, he signaled everyone to cover, in this case behind a building whose outer wall had all but collapsed. Quickly, they entered and viewed through the intact wall, which was arrayed in the perfect position to view the building Eyrl had sensed the demonic presence. Then, suddenly, frantic blasterfire. Sizzling bolts were being fired in a rapid panic. And the darkness only thirsted more. Jacen could almost feel it want to gorge ravenously. And then, suddenly, mercifully, the last shot was fired, and its echo died into silence. Minutes passed, and no one dared to move from their positions. Nelani shook as if she was standing waist-deep in ice, but Jacen took her in his arms and let her little arms wrap around his waist. All the while he was aiming a blaster pistol at the door of that bricked building with the faded violet sign. The darkness faded away into the shadows, and suddenly the Force halted its trembling. It was as if a sickness, a virus, had been injected into it, and now it had recovered from it. Then Jacen dared to breathe, and with relief palpable in his chest, he realized that the incubus had slunk away as quickly as it came, having come for what it had wanted. And now it was gone. And all that was left was tears. Reaching into the depths of the Force inside that building, Jacen felt a terrified, somber presence. It was young, not as young as Nelani, but . . . perhaps around Valin's age. It was feminine, and had been innocent up until this point. Bartus said "I don't know what the heck you feel, but I'm tired of hanging around here. Let's get out of here." Raynar glared at him, and Jacen sensed the argument coming. "We have to go inside. There's someone young in there, crying. We can't just leave her in-" "What, and let whatever's in there gobble us up?" Bartus shook his head, and his eyes were lit angrily. "No thanks. Someone else can go play hero." Eyrl point her hands at her hips and approached Bartus. "I sense her, Bartus. And there's no trap if that's what you're worried about. Whatever was in there . . . got what it wanted." She looked at Jacen then. "Jace, what do you want us to do?" Jacen briefly went over the options, weighing the risk he would take by delaying the trip home for a few minutes . . . and getting out of the general area of that malformation in the Force. It seemed to have dissipated by now, having left long ago . . . but Jacen knew that situations on this planet were never what they seemed. He was about to announce his decision when Raynar scarcely held back a horrified gasp. When Jacen turned to look, he wished he hadn't. Suddenly aware of Nelani gripping his waist, he bent down and covered her eyes. Fear punctured his emotions, and Jacen found it difficult just to fathom breathing. A man, with a torn collared, plaid shirt. His khaki slacks were dirty and destroyed. His arms and head had been lacerated, and Jacen noticed the burns and mutilations done to his body. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Eyrl cover her mouth, trying to halt her urge to vomit, and River looked away, wincing. Finally, the man collapsed, and they were spared the sight of his gouged eyes at last. However, his back was the color of blood. The entire back of his shirt had been torn away, along with his skin. Jacen felt a soft sigh in the Force, and then the man's faint presence eternally vanished. "Oh Force . . ." Bartus mumbled. Suddenly, Jacen grew aware of Zekk rushing into the street, his sword drawn, his head constantly looking all around. Finally, Zekk knelt down by the man, and dared to touch his neck with two fingers of his right hand. He shook his head a moment later, confirming to the party what they already knew. But the cries continued in the Force. And Jacen realized he wasn't finished yet. He rose to his feet. "River, stay with Nelani and cover us from the building. Raynar, you stay here with her. Eyrl, Bartus, come with me. We're going with Zekk," he ordered, authority prominent in his voice. Like a machine, the team reacted to his orders. River took Nelani away from Jacen and sat the girl down on a cushioned, broken chair, and began speaking to the girl in a soothing, calm tone. Raynar drew his blaster rifle and took up a firing position by one of the open windows. Jacen gave the others a hand signal and they followed, weapons drawn. Jacen walked into the misting rain once again, and looked at the diluted blood by the man for only a moment, before tearing his eyes from the sight and looking at Zekk. "Let's go, and hope we don't stumble upon whatever did this." Zekk nodded grimly, and he walked over to the opened doorway. The man, before dying, had shoved his way through the doors, before collapsing on the steps, Jacen remembered. Zekk entered the darkness, and Jacen followed, Eyrl behind him, and Bartus entering backwards, his gun trained on any unseen target behind them. The room was decrypt, and looked as if an absolute tempest had torn through the interior of this building. Smashed mirrors, shattered glass. Torn furniture, marshwood chairs crumbled into dust and an occasional leg. A remnant of a blaster laying on the floor, crushed into dust and electrical parts. And then there was the girl. Long, straight brown hair cascaded down her back and the sides of her face. Her bony hands buried her eyes, and her brown bangs hung over the tips of her hands. She was dressed even more shabbily than the Phantoms, and Jacen was given the impression she was even younger than he had originally sensed. The girl was curled upright against the wall, sobbing, broken by the occasional unintelligible word. "No," she cried. "Fader. Metar," she cried softly through her arms, which were curled up in front of her like they were armor. "Nome. Plethnome. Idonwanadi." "Idonwanadi." Jacen walked over as she said this, and laid his hands on her arms. She suddenly laid out a piercing shriek that made him wince in pain and her legs thrashed at him, striking him in the kneecaps. Backing off, he saw a glimpse of the girl's eyes. Her dead, sapphire eyes, poisoned by shadow spiders crawling across them. He also noticed the blood upon the girl, but it didn't appear to be hers. She backed further into the wall, and was in complete delirium. Shielding herself with her hands, she screamed and screamed and screamed until there was no breath left, and took several quick, frantic breaths, before opening her mouth to scream once more. Jacen rushed forward and made sure his face was right in front of the girl's. "Don't scream. I'm not the one who did this. I'm here to help." She thrashed at him, and continued to shriek, but Jacen responded with a bear hug, wrapping her and tolerating the physical abuse the girl handed him without budging. Eyrl snapped out of her trance a moment and rushed over, steadying the girl's legs so the girl would stop kicking outward. "There there," he said to the girl. "It's all right. We're here to help. Calm down. Calm down. We'll get you out of here, all right?" he whispered softly, as soothingly as he could, allowing none of the tremors and pained yells he wished to unleash out. Torturing his lower lip with his teeth, he continued to speak to her, whispering calm words of reassurance and protection, until she finally was brought back to a level resembling sanity. "Help me," the girl sobbed. "Please help me. I don't want to be here." "That's why we're here. We're gonna get you out of here, all right? It's okay." Jacen looked towards Zekk and Bartus, who were still frozen in shock over the girl's episode of utter derangement. He mouthed Get the man out of sight. Zekk noticed that, and nodded once, and he walked over to Bartus and touched him on the shoulder. Bartus jumped but Zekk restrained him and pointed outside. The two of them were about to leave when the girl spoke. A hollow susurration left her mouth. "It's not okay. It'll never be okay." "Yes it will. You'll be with us now," Jacen said, glancing at Eyrl worriedly. Eyrl returned it, nodding once. Something indeed had gone far beyond mentally scarring this young girl. "No, no, he'll kill you too." That stopped everyone. As if time itself had frozen for that second, no one moved, Jacen doubted anyone breathed. Finally, he asked "Who's 'he'?" Her eyes gazed up to meet his. "Lord Nyax. He's here. And he's gonna kill us all." * * * It was time to get ready to leave. Tenel Ka Chume Djo looked around her room, which was pedestrian compared to the traditional lavish Hapan rooms, and nodded to herself. It was time to leave. The Hapes compound was one of the safest places for non-Yuuzhan Vong on Coruscant. For the last several years, the redoubt had withstood repeated Yuuzhan Vong assaults, and as long as the Hapans could continue summoning up replacements to battle the Vong, the once-pures, or anything else, they would continue to survive here. Force knew they had enough weapons to give the Yuuzhan Vong a fight. But the chief question was a matter of numbers. So many Hapan warriors had died to keep this enclave from falling to the threats outside, and now they were beginning to run out of replacements. The sane to do was to scatter into smaller groups that could be disguised. Groups like the Phantoms that Jacen Solo was associated with, and build a network out of it. Fight a guerrilla war, full of harassment and occasional strong blows. But that wasn't the traditional Hapan way. Had never been. They were too rooted in the old ways to consider such tactics, even after being chased out of their star cluster. Inside this redoubt, a couple of million Hapan citizens, the last remnant of a great civilization purged by the Yuuzhan Vong, held on. That was all that was left, after all of the betrayals, massacres, and retreats that had led them here. That was when Teneniel Djo, Tenel Ka's mother and Queen Mother, announced they would fall back no further. It was superb for boosting morale but now, when the wiser decision would be to leave such a concentrated fortress for an underground network, her mother thought she could not back down from her word. Now, Tenel Ka was beginning to believe Teneniel's vow was stupid, if all it did was condemn them all because she would not deviate from it. The fact that she was thinking that about her mother was not a good sign, in fact, it was a shameful sign that made Tenel Ka want to internally recoil. She didn't want to think of her mother as being stupid about anything. But for whatever reason that made her stoic, be it fear, arrogance, pride, or anything else, it was eventually going to be the death of everyone. She had to make her mother understand that if she didn't. But there wasn't much she could do. Despite being a princess, she was practically powerless, at the whims of more powerful nobles playing an endless game to seize power. As if the Hapan people were something to be gambled upon. She sighed and prepared herself to leave. The first love of her life had met her entirely by accident, during an attempt to steal supplies from a then-larger Hapan compound. During the attempt, Jacen had wound up being caught by Tenel Ka and her bodyguards, but it wasn't long before Tenel Ka saw something special in the young man. Almost as soon was when Jacen showed how special she was, too. If it weren't for Jacen she would never have learned the truth about her gifts. Since stealthily helping Jacen escape the Hapan compound before his execution, he and her had been meeting each other frequently in various spots close to the compound. They mixed up the routine and timing frequently, so any attentive Hapan guard wouldn't notice any pattern. It felt shameful sometimes to be so deceptive, but Tenel Ka wanted to be with the special young man who was only out to care for others. If the time came when he could be accepted, she would stay with him forever. If the need arose to flee Tenel Ka knew exactly where to go: to him. Her heart fluttered just at the picture of him in her mind. Every time she thought of him, she felt like she didn't need to be this cold, stern young woman she usually was. She could be someone far looser, more fun and informal. She could laugh and talk with impunity, without fear of repercussions or worrying about political damage. She could embrace him, kiss him, with all of the freedom of the this world offered to her. She was in love and she knew it. She walked gracefully down through the compound, generally trying to avoid people's attention. She had gotten stellar at that now, she could avoid practically everyone now. She knew she could even sneak past her mother without her realizing it, she had gotten that good at disgusing herself and being nondescript. All it took was commoner's clothes, a wig, a hood, and a shift in the way she walked. Instead of the upright motions of a regal, she shuffled like a commoner, a poor one at that, just wealthy enough to not necessarily live in the streets. Most royals would never bat an eye at her and attempt to pry, allowing her to remain completely undetected. All of this effort and struggles were worth it, though. Because she would get to see him in the end. She would get to peer into his brown eyes, smile, laugh, and cry. She had finally found someone she loved and trusted, without any reservations. Well, fine, there was one reservation with this relationship, she realized as she walked towards her escape route. Jacen, please make it on time for once, she thought. You make me wait too much. Other than that, there really wasn't anything she needed to worry about with Jacen. She wished she could say that about her own family. * * * They still hadn't returned yet. Corran Horn looked outside at the empty desolation, where the remnants of 500 Republica was arrayed in front of him as a montage of war's destruction. In the distance, he could see the dim base where the Hapans dwelled in quarters, protected by their walls. But he saw no sign of the party that had left three days ago. It would be the fourth within hours and they still hadn't arrived. He was a Jedi Knight. He was a husband. A father in more ways than biological. Years ago, he had rescued Jacen Solo before the young boy would have gotten himself killed in a fruitless final stand. And eventually he had watched Jacen grow tall, strong, and form his own little street gang on a planet full of them. But even so, Corran was worried. They should have returned by now if everything had gone according to schedule. Apparently not everything had. Bothans were cunning and suspicious, and were difficult to barter with, but even so . . . this should have not taken Jacen, by now a master negotiator, this long just to obtain medicine. All of the vegetables Jacen had brought along were fresh and difficult to find, in fact close to impossible on Coruscant . . . except in one little underground garden down in the basement were the sun was allowed to shine through, and the clouds allowed to rain upon, every day. Was there a chance that Jacen didn't have the medicine? No . . . Jacen would have ordered his team to open fire if left with little choice. Was that what happened? Had Jacen been forced to launch an ambush? Had he come under attack by the once-pures or the Yuuzhan Vong? The possibilities for failure seemed to be nearly endless, and the more he thought of the ways they could have perished out there, the more disheartened Corran felt himself becoming. "They're all right," a feminine, refreshingly adult voice came from behind him. Corran looked around, and saw his wife Mirax Terrik Horn standing in the middle of the doorway, the entrance to their room in the highest livable story of the crumbled skyscraper. "They know what they're doing. Even if Bartus opened his mouth they'd find a way to scrape out of whatever situation they got themselves into with the Bothans." Mirax's hair had grown long in the back and sides, almost long enough to pass her upper body and down to her hips. The slightest wrinkles hardened and distorted her still-beautiful face. Her vivid mahogany eyes were still youthful, energetic, despite the crushing reality arrayed around her. At the absolute least, she was taking the stress and havoc of the last six years physically better than he had. "I hope so," Corran answered, again staring outside. "I'll never get used to sending them out. This'll sound hackneyed, but it seems like it was yesterday when Jacen was a scared eleven-year-old kid who had lost everyone he had known. And everyone else, Zekk, River, Raynar . . ." "Corran, how many times do we need to have this discussion? They're growing up. They're teenagers. We can't shelter them forever." "I know. I thought Luke would be here by now," Corran said, gazing at the grey sky. A rain was about to come down upon the streets, and if the wind was wrong many sections of Home, as the teenagers and children had taken to calling this place, would become a carpeted or wooden swamp. "He's just been delayed. We all expected it. We knew when we started this we could be here for decades," Mirax said. "We didn't know that I'd be cut off in the Force," Corran pointed out, turning around and facing Mirax for the first time since this conversation started. "We didn't know a lot of things would happen," Mirax replied. "You knew that when you accepted the mission." Suddenly she leaned in forward. "What the real reason you're doing this, Corran? Is it Jysella?" "How is she?" Corran asked, instantly fearing the worst. Jysella was the embodiment of hope in the small group Jacen had assembled at Corran's behest, she had been born merely three years ago. Unfortunately, unlike the other children, she had not been immunitized at birth to the billions of diseases that would sicken or fell so many people across this galaxy. She was a sickly girl, and Corran did not want Jysella to be in this galaxy just to die because of an illness. She deserved a lot more than that. "She's fine," said, offering him one of those calm half-smiles that had smitten him. "She's got two tough families in her blood, like her brother. And we've seen how tough Valin is." "Yes," Corran said, feeling heartened by those words but he still felt uncomfortable. Jysella was a fighter, all right, she wanted to survive. But her fever had run up so high for such a little girl . . . and she had been delirious when conscious for the last couple of days. Just the other day she had told them, right before a moment that terrified her parents, "Look, Daddy . . . it glows. It hurts to look." Then she had collapsed completely and had laid limp in Mirax's arms, and only through judicious use of flu medication was Jysella brought back to a manageable level of control. Corran was still deciphering what precisely Jysella had meant, two days later. Perhaps she had received a vision through the Force, and lacked the vocabulary to describe whatever wondrous sight she saw. Maybe it was blinding just to open her eyes, and Corran had been a dark shape floating in a sea of white light. Perhaps she had been dying right at that moment and had foreseen some sort of afterlife. No matter how much he hypothesized, though, Corran doubted he would ever know the true answer. Only Jysella knew for certain, and unless she recovered from her ailment those words would forever be a mystery. And one thing Corran knew was that he couldn't get obsessed over those little words as well. There was always the chance they meant nothing. But until he received an answer he knew those words would bother him for a long while. Corran had a strong feeling that Jysella had seen a vision, and he knew once she recovered she might be able to describe it without anguish. Or as much, anyway. As if sensing his thoughts, Mirax stared at him warningly. "Don't even think about it Corran. Her health comes first. No one, including you, is going to pry the meaning of her words out of here until she feels up to it." Corran forced a goofy smile to his face. "I already have thought about it." "Then you're not messing with Jysella's head." Note to self, never mess with her over the kids, Corran thought. She bore the nickname 'Mother Mirax' well, and Corran was simply happy that she was still here, and still by his side, after six years of waiting for Luke. "Don't worry, I won't. She is my kid too, after all," Corran said aloud. "Says the person who kept trying to mess with Nelani's brain." "I learned my lesson about that. I think it's best that . . . some details about Nelani should remain a mystery." Corran, three months ago, had tried to have Nelani discern the random, flooding memories of her captivity and transformation, and ended up reverting into Mesthia Kwaad. Mesthia had attempted to gouge his eyes out, and it took the combined efforts of the elder children of Jacen's gang to hold her down and flush Mesthia down so Nelani could return. Since then, Corran had not attempted to force Nelani to remember anything . . . and that was the last time the regression into Mesthia had succeeded. There was no doubt that his interference and Mesthia's final emergence were connected, and as a result Corran had kept his distance from Nelani's scrambled mind. If there was going to be a person to draw the memories out it would be Jacen, for the only other person Nelani trusted enough was River, and River lacked any trace of Force ability. And Jacen was planning on keeping things methodical and slow with Nelani's past. "You better have. While Jysella doesn't have a Yuuzhan Vong mind in her I don't want you scarring her for life just to satisfy a curiousity," Mirax said. "I understand." Corran decided it was time then to change the subject. He was tiring of hearing about his failures. "Can I see Jysella now?" "Yes, as long as you don't mess with her." "I won't. I told you, I learned my lesson with Nelani." "Fine. Let's go." Mirax and Corran left the room then, and jotted down the first flight of stairs. On the top floor, there were only two rooms intact and a small remnant of one used as the southern watch. Doing watch right now was a fifteen-year-old boy named Krisin Aederov, who was a short but fierce young man. He constantly kept his head clean-shaven, perhaps in admiration for Corran Horn's buzz-cut hair. Krisin's dark eyes were similiarly fierce and Krisin could be particularly vicious with the once-pures. Krisin's parents were killed by the Yuuzhan Vong and his siblings were all once-pures, or so he claimed. He had pointed a once-pure out to Corran during a recon patrol a few months ago. He had claimed that one of the tall, abnormally-muscled girls in a once-pure group was once his sister Veressa. But without any proof there would always be a seed of doubt in Corran's mind, and he knew it would be there until there was concrete proof. They walked down to the second floor and walked to the improvised 'sick room', whose only occupant for the moment was Jysella Horn. Outside the shut door was Jeremie Wessari, a mop-haired sixteen-year-old boy with dark blue eyes. Jeremie lacked the exciting history of most of his Phantom comrades, his parents had simply gone underground when the Yuuzhan Vong invaded. Finally, when the once-pures attacked, his family escaped, and his parents handed both Jeremie and his younger sister Cassantia to Corran, Mirax, and Jacen two years ago. Unfortunately, Cassie, as she was called, had been killed in the raid that rescued Nelani, and Jeremie's anger towards Jacen had manifested so deeply that Jeremie could no longer be trusted on patrols or missions. Coupled with the fact his parents had yet to return for him or the late Cassantia, Jeremie had fallen into bouts of depression and derangement. His blue eyes looked sullenly at Corran then. "Come to see her, huh?" he asked. "Yes. Can't a father and mother visit their daughter?" Corran snapped back. "Fine. Go on. Knock yourself out, 'Father Corran'." Jeremie opened the door and outreached one of his hands dramatically, as if saying "Welcome inside". Corran walked inside, and saw Jysella curled up into a little ball, her blankets strewn over her in a general mess. Her hair was so dark it was nearly blue, and nearly all of it was dripping with sweat. Her teeth was grinding against each other, and she yelped every few seconds, as if in great pain. "Oh!" Mirax rushed over then, and took Jysella out of her bed, and held the young girl. Mirax looked at Corran fearfully. "She's getting worse," she said, her voice quaking with emotion. Corran instantly turned around and glared at Jeremie, instantly feeling a rush of fury towards the insolent boy. "Why didn't you tell us she was this bad?" he asked, his voice trembling with barely restrained impetuosity. "Like I knew. I haven't given her a check for over an hour," Jeremie said once, and by the look in his eyes Corran could tell Jeremie wanted to fight with someone, anyone. Even if it was Corran. "Why didn't you?" Corran said, his face scrunching into vehemence. "You were told to check on her every half-hour. Why?" "I forgot." In Corran's enraged eyes, the answer was so far beyond unacceptable that he wanted to throttle Jeremie. Corran was about to slap the boy when Mirax called out "Corran, please. I need help. I know how much trouble you have but please do what you can." Corran gave Jeremie a look, and said "We'll be discussing this later. Now get out of my sight." He pointed towards the stairs that led the first floor. "And stay down there." As Jeremie retreated down the hallway, Corran walked back to Mirax, who still cradled a coughing Jysella in her arms. Miraz whispered "It's okay, Jysella. He'll come back. He will." Corran felt Jysella's forehead, and it was far beyond burning up. A thermometer would decode that Jysella was approaching near-lethal temperatures. If Jacen didn't return in a few hours Jysella would be close to death, and likely crippled, if not uncurable altogether. Keep fighting, kid. Jacen's never let us down yet, Corran told his precious little girl, and the two 'parents' of the Phantoms sat down together on one of the benches in the room. Corran once again cursed his lack of telekinesis . . . and his inability to teach it to the Phantoms. Only Eyrl had any ability to heal anyone else besides herself . . . and she was outclassed thoroughly by this virus, so wholly exceeded that she had nearly caught the sickness herself. He looked up at the wall, and forced hope through his mind. Jysella was a stronger fighter than most kids her age, the fact she had survived so far when newborns perished so quickly in the streets was a testament to her strong constitution and precocious mindset. The girl simply didn't know when to give up, no matter what agony she was in. If she was to die it was going to be a long struggle with the reaper. Not to mention that Jacen had promised to do everything necessary to bring the medicine back. And Jacen always fulfilled his promises. That's right. Just another promise that he was going to fulfill, Corran told himself. Looking at his little girl, a girl whose whole existence had been precarious since before leaving her mother's womb, he felt both feelings of hope and helplessness. Hope that Jacen would make it back, and the helplessness that he could do nothing to alleviate his daughter's pain. Stay strong, he told her. A small eddy in the Force seemed to acknowledge his words. And that brought tears to Corran's eyes, and he hoped that his daughter would have the chance to grow up. Because she deserved it. She, and everyone else here, deserved life. -----signature----- Padawan of princess_of_naboo E-married to the amazing padawanlost Member of Charon_Force Beginning's End: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28450077&brd=10477&replies=1
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/21 8:04pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	You painted a very vivid picture in your first few paragraphs. And yes, I loved Tenel Ka showing up there. Poor Jysella, there. Shoves Jeremie You were supposed to watch her! Loved the cryptic message she had, too. Hmm... ANd Nyax, to boot! Still the same guy, or different? Can't wait for more! -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 7/21 8:10pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Oh boy... Jys doesn't sound like she's in good shape at all. I hope Jacen hurries the hell up. And we should have seen Lord Nyax coming, shouldn't we? I keep forgetting that minor villains have a habit of cropping up in these massive AUs. We haven't met that poor girl he traumatised somewhere before, have we? I think Tenel Ka might need to lead a bit of an insurrection if the situation in the Hapan compound gets much worse. From I doubt the Yuuzhan Vong would waste too many troops on ground attacks before they just decide to bring in a cruiser and blow it to hell from high atmosphere. Can't wait for more. Draco. -----signature----- Shattered Mirror - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28487856/p1/?1 Proudly A/T and J/J Knighted by the wonderful SilSolo "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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morrison85 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 7/23 10:33am Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Brilliantly writte. I really like the story -----signature----- e-sis of Darth Gangrenous
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padawanlost Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 7/24 2:44am Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Sorry it took me so long to get back here, Mac. This was a great chapter. Again, I'm starting to really empathize with Jacen and the Phantoms (loved the line about how they got their name-very Jacen-like observation). I'm really starting to worry for them all, considering how horrible Lord Nyax is. I have to say I'm shocked to see him turn up here. He's never been one of my favorites, but I trust you a lot more than I trust the pros, so I actually can't wait to see what happens. It could be a good chance for some of the Force-sensitives in the Phantoms to figure out a little more about their powers; they're gonna need them. Interesting to see Corran and Mirax finally. I'm intrigued that it was Luke's idea to leave Corran on Coruscant, and than even though Corran is a Jedi, he's not attempting to train any of the kids as Jedi. I'm sure there will be more regarding that stuff soon. And maybe some more of the Fel's- I'm still holding my fingers crossed that Davin runs off. Tenel Ka and Jacen's secret relationship is really cute, even though it sadly mirrors their actual relationship in many ways. I just can't help thinking that the Hapan's are one of the most messed up, backward groups in the galaxy- maybe that's what happens to any society that subjugates half its population? I hope she and Jacen meet up soon, even if I know its probably a real heartbreaker for River ( and I like her too!) thanks for the chapter, Mac xoxo, alex -----signature----- e-married to rebel_cheese , so read his stuff or else Padawan of NYCitygurl Proud member of Charon Force. Check out our NJO AU: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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ChildOfWinds Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 7/27 11:37am Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Great job, RC!!!!! You really do have talent! I just finished reading chapters 6 and 7. You really do know how to hold the reader's interest! Your descriptions are great, and your story is a tense, exciting one! I hope Jacen makes it "Home" soon! It's sad that Leia doesn't even know that Jacen and Jaina are still alive. I hope you will continue to write and post more of this story!
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 7/27 3:09pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Chapter 3: Then he is finally set down, and as Jaina promptly sits down, her eyes glassy and staring through the duracrete walls in front of them, Jacen looks up. The sky is dark with the phantasms of strange, horrifying vessels discharging fire all over the sky. Fireballs mushroom in the dawn sky, as quick-moving grey shapes twirl around the dark specters, and attempt to set them alight in a similiar and spectacular fashion. Incredible descriptions So vivid. They promptly eradicated a race called the Yevetha just as the crisis with them had been heating. I've always found those two pretty similar. A war between them would be brutal. He smells smoke, and blood. He looks up, and sees flames tearing into the skies like claws of a demon struggling to break through the seals that bind him to his dimension. Six Praetorate Vong warriors lay on the ground, sizzling, black holes in their chests, torsos, or heads. As another squad of warriors attempt to rush the Wookiee the bowcaster is pulled back by the being's powerful limbs, and a massive ball of light grows upon the tip of the bowcaster. Then Chewbacca let go once again and the gigantic green orb splits into three smaller, but no less lethal, globes, and the three bolts barrel into the next three warriors, knocking them over, and killing all three before they struck the ground. Jacen then looks to the left, as he places his right foot on the top rung of the metal ladder, as Jaina's metallic plinks echo farther and farther down into the dark tunnel. He sees more. Four more had rounded the corner, stepping gingerly around the cracking, fragile ground. But now they were all prepared to battle, and all wielded the repulsive snake-like creatures they used as lances. "Chewie! Behind you!" Jacen screams, and Chewbacca turns around, cranks his bowcaster back, and fires several quick, solo shots at the warriors, the green bolts striking their armor flesh and making all of them cry out in pain. Then, as the final warrior fell to his knees gasping, and his armor smoking, Chewbacca's bowcaster stopped working. Frantically, Chewbacca ejected a power cell and pulled out another one out of his belt. But the other warrior was rising to his feet now, and he rises to his feet, his distorted, tattooed, hideous face curling into a rageful snarl. And then he rushed forward with a fierce cry, heading directly towards Chewbacca with his snake-lance. Chewie is freakin' awesome I miss him And then Jacen Solo realizes he has become a killer. That was really powerful. Nicely done The whole flashback of the invasion of Corsucant was amazing, cheese Beautifully written and some great action. You really captured the scope of the battle through Jacen's eyes and the absolute hopelessness in it all. Absolutely perfect Or, more accurately, three months. That was how long it took to transform Mesthia Kwaad back into Nelani Dinn and keeping it permanent. But there was no doubt on Jacen's mind that Nelani would revert back to Mesthia if he or River fell. Interesting Her sensory abilities came at a cost of severe, throbbing pain, and until the Vong moved out of her 'range' or were otherwise removed, the pain would continue to assault her. I really like this idea. After all, Mesthia Kwaad was rapidly becoming a failed experiment. Still after here, eh? Zekk let out a battle cry as he had undoubtedly attacked one of the Vong with that cortosis sword of his. An interesting choice of weapon. "No, we didn`t. Jacen's got five, you and I got three, and the others have three too. That`s eleven!" River called out. Uh-oh... And then they would be finally away from this place. From this relic of war. From another stressful, horrifying memory in a life that was full of them. River sat down outside, cradling Nelani, and half-tone sang a small children's song to her, and tried to flush the memories away. Before they could latch on and haunt her forever . . . Poor Nelani Really like the way you're developing the character here and Jacen's protectiveness of her. I am curious about, "Jacen knew why. And he wasn't going to divulge that reason to anyone. Not even Nelani herself." What is it Jacen knows about Nelani that he doesn't want to tell? Fantastic post, cheese I am loving this fic Jacen's "gang" and the action with the Vong was tremendous but the highlight for me was definitely the invasion flashback. Was neat seeing how things went down when the YV came. Looking forward to seeing more about how they all became separated. Great job -----signature----- FADA Therapist The Lands of the Dead: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28522077/p1/ Blood Trail: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28636429/p1 "We're Jedi, not assassins."— Anakin Solo
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shahid_chestro Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 7/28 2:34am Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Great chapter..... this is one hell of a good story. your writing style is so vivid. amazing. a beautiful read. love the characterization. Jacen is so Cool!!!! hope u update soon.
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/10 3:51pm Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	A little late, I know... but that was one amazing chapter! Poor Jys, I do hope that Jacen makes it back in time! And Jeremie you little... I'm surprised Corran didn't pull a Vader choke-out on his behind! Thanks for the pm, and I sure do hope that this one gets updated soon! -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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The_Slilent_One Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 9/11 11:25am Subject: RE: Beginning's End (NJO-era AU, J/Tk/OC, J/J, A/T, H/L, Luke, Tionne, Nelani, more) Chapter 6 7/21/
	Hmmm cant believe I've missed reading this.. iĺl write a proper response once i have caught up cheers -----signature----- Anakin(alive)/Tahiri(not-half-vong) 4EVA!!!!! Proud member of the F.A.D.A. To be or not to be... - http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28949907&brd=10477&replies=3
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