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DarthBerryStraw Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/11/08 9:50pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Four Entries 7/10
	Entry # 1: “Hey kids, let’s call Uncle Hobbie.” Oh man, that was great. Wonderful job! Entry # 2: I loved how Kyp was so embarrassed. Han is such a.. trouble maker, without even trying. Entry # 3: Jaina relayed her master plan to her twin as he frowned at her. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to blame Anakin?” he questioned, clearly not sold on the scheme. She nodded vigorously. “That’s what little brothers are for, Jasa,” she explained. He still seemed reluctant, but eventually agreed. Oh don't I know it. Jaina has it all figured out. Entry # 4: Awww, Anakin was completely adorable. Great portrayal. -----signature----- “I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!” - ... Tara UDCS: Of All the Witty Titles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29095691/p1/?7
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ForceWriter Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/23/08 5:55pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Four Entries 7/10 - Date Edited: 7/23/08 8:12pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ForceWriter
	Challenge Five: An Expert Opinion Your character(s) is an expert at something... tell us about it. What is it? How did they learn it? From whom did they learn it? (You don't have to answer these questions, they are just to get your muse going.) The catch... it can not be something we know they have an expertise in! Example: We all know that Luke could be considered an Expert on the Force, but what if he also though himself an expert musician? WATCH OUT, FUNKY NUMBERING AHEAD!! Entry # 2 Title: Portrait of the Soul Characters/Pairings: Jag Era: Beyond Summary: Jag wonders why his work didn’t come out like he originally intended… Jag sighed. This was not turning out the way he wanted. The lighting was too dark, the lines too ambiguous, and the colors to monotonous. In short, his mood was ruining his work. He took his brush and lightly smoothed out a spot where the paint was too think, and sat back to look at the canvas. It was supposed to be a glorious representation of the sunset he was watching, dropping behind the glassy lake and sparkling off the snow covered hills. The sky was alight in pinks and oranges, with blues and purples mixed in. He knew he could convey the majestic scene perfectly. So why was his picture so glum? “Remember, young one, that painting is art. It isn’t always precise and perfect. It often reflects who we are, as the painter, or what we’re feeling. That is what makes it art. A picture without feeling behind it, is just splattered colors on a wasted canvas.” His mentor’s words floated back into his mind and he smiled slightly. That had always been his hardest task: to accept the way his emotions influenced his painting. He was too much a perfectionist. He set down the palette and the brush and took a walk around the room, looking at the portraits and landscapes he had created in the past. He had samples of work from each era of his life. The earliest ones were brightest, but less precise with less resemblance to a real picture. The year his first brother died, the pictures got darker. More blacks and midnight blues provided the backdrops for morbid scenes, even if they were meant to be jubilant. The paintings got brighter as he began to understand that all was not lost. There were dark spikes, but there was love, rather than depression in the pictures. In the next paintings, he could see his determination to live up to Davin’s standards. The lines were thinner and less blended, marking clearly each boundary. He hadn’t painted much while he was in the known regions during the Yuzhaan Vong War, but the few he had reflected the despair and hope he had experienced. The backgrounds were dark and dreary, but the scenes were brightly contrasted, portraying life and love, new birth and hope of a future. This brought him back to his work-in-progress. Now that he looked at it freshly, he didn’t dislike it so much. He was still frustrated that it wasn’t a perfect rendition of the sunset. It was a wondrous scene, but without Jaina there to share it with him, it lost some of its potency. That’s what his art reflected. “Jagged, you keep your emotions tied up inside you. You don’t let them influence your rationale or your duty, which is admirable. But those feelings must have some kind of release. You release yours into these paintings, which are beautiful. You see Jagged, that’s why art is so important: you can see the other person’s soul, what you can’t see by other means. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master Thrawn.” He hadn’t really understood at the time. He did now, though. He could trace his life with his paintings. Even as his skill improved, his emotions fully influenced the scene. That was how Grand Admiral Thrawn had so successfully waged war based on the art of his opponents: he knew how to look for the soul in the art. He looked again at his picture and smiled in satisfaction. It truly did reflect the current scene. And someday, just maybe, he would be able to paint the sunset in all its magnificent glory, without the undercurrent of gloom. He began putting up his equipment in the last dying light as he heard his brilliant teacher’s voice as if it was drifting on the wind. “Now you are a true expert painter.” ~~~~ Entry # 3 Title: Remember… Characters/Pairings: Kyp/Jaina Era: Beyond Notes: I don’t know what the Star Wars equivalent is for a piano so I just left it. She heard a beautiful, soothing melody as she slowly made her way down one of the many dim lit corridors of the Jedi temple. The notes coming her way made her skin prickle and she shivered as the music grew louder, opening up to a beautiful, heart wrenching crescendo before slowing down to an almost immediate stop. Jaina frowned, wondering who could ever be able to write such divine music? Throughout the years of living in the Jedi temple she’d so far never heard anyone play the piano on her watch. And she was surprised that she wanted to hear more. The wide and spacious corridors gave enough room for the music to echo throughout the temple but it made finding the person playing the instrument so much harder. She stood still for several minutes, listening to her heart beat, to her breathing. The quietness around her was almost unnerving as she waited patiently for the musical notes to continue. And she wasn’t disappointed. Closing her eyes she pictured a beautiful green landscape with colorful blooming flowers and a bright blue sky above. Puffy, white clouds trailed along the azure heavens, highlighted by the golden beams of a wonderful, bright yellow sun. Jaina sighed contently as the music grew faster in pace and she pictured delicate fingers flying over the startling white keys. She shivered again as the music seemed to reach her heart, her inner soul and she was astounded that there were tears collecting at the rims of her dark brown eyes. She swallowed as she began to walk, reaching out with the Force to find just an inkling of the magic surrounding her. Always the same few notes, always the same beautiful melody. The Jedi were known to be warriors, to be fierce when needing be and passionate when the need arose. But which one of the Jedi found it in his or her heart to create something as magnificent as this? Jaina walked on while keeping her eyes closed. She knew the temple by heart, knew every nook and cranny so she found herself almost bathing in the musical notes while finding her way. The Force showed her down another corridor, towards the recreational rooms of the Jedi Masters. The music seemed to grow louder with every step she took and when she opened her eyes, she saw one of the doors ajar. Soft white light spilled into the darkened corridor; Jaina walked on in silence, taking measured steps and hiding her presence in the Force as best as she could. The music stopped once more and so did her feet. Leaning against the corridor wall, she waited until the music started up again. Softly, slowly, barely audible but still the hairs on her body stood on end. Taking a breath she took another step closer to the door, peaking through. Her eyes caught a black, shiny piano standing in the middle of the small room, almost too large to fit. The chairs and two sofas were scooted up against the wall beneath the viewport, warm sunlight reflecting off the polished black wood of the instrument. Jaina frowned when she realized she couldn’t see who was playing. She could just barely make out the hands tapping away on the keys and she didn’t trust herself to reach out with the Force without being noticed – she didn’t want to disturb but she was too curious. The music grew louder once more, long, almost gentle fingers flying over the keys as if he or she had been playing all their life. Jaina reached out and touched the control panel to let the door open almost silently. As the music’s intensity grew she stepped into the small room, her eyes widening as she saw Jedi Master Durron sitting at the piano, his eyes closed while he seemed to be completely enveloped in the beautiful, harmonic notes. But Jaina let her guard drop then, too shocked to even care that she’d been caught. Kyp stopped playing and opened his eyes, cocking his head to one side with a slight smile on his face. “I never knew you played.” Jaina whispered, blinking back tears she couldn’t understand. A blush surfaced on the Jedi Master’s face and he suddenly got to his feet, “Uh…yeah. It’s been a while but I still got the hang of it.” “Don’t stop.” Jaina turned around and sat down on one of the chairs beneath the viewport, “Please. I’d like to listen some more.” “I’ve never played for anyone before.” Jaina smiled, “There’s a first time for everything, Kyp. Please. I’d really like to hear some more. It’s beautiful.” She paused for a second before continuing, “Did you write it yourself?” He shook his head and she caught a flicker of sadness in his dark green eyes, “It’s a song my mother used to play for me when I was little.” “It’s beautiful. Will you play for me, Kyp?” He sighed while dragging a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. Then he gave her a roguish grin she’d come accustomed to over the years, “Anything for you, Goddess.” Jaina smiled at his loving tone and watched him take his seat behind the piano. As the first notes sounded, Jaina closed her eyes and let Kyp’s beautiful music whisk her away to her private fantasy world – a place she would have gladly stayed for eternity. ~~~~ Entry # 5 Title: Stayin Alive! Characters/Pairings: Han Solo, Chewbacca, Leia, and more. Era: Beyond the Saga Summary: Han and Chewbacca showacase a very, very unique expertise... Han Solo sat on his recliner vegetating, all the while his thumb twitching occasionally to change the channel on the HoloNet. “No…no…no…no…no” He continued on in a subdued monotone, bored at what he saw. “Dear.” “Ugh,” he grunted. Leia strolled in, and smiled. “If you are bored, you have been promising to take the kids to the new hover skating arena.” “Your point?” Before Han could protest, Leia strode forward and turned off the HoloNet receiver with pleasure. “Get up, and take your kids out for the evening. I’m sure Chewbacca wouldn’t mind either.” Chewie merely spoke in his tongue while scraping his bowl for the last of the popcorn. “Kids! Come on and get ready! Dad’s taking you hover skating!” With reckless abandon, the nine year old twins and eight year old Anakin rushed out, yelling all at once excitedly. “Boy oh boy…This sure is my idea of spending a Friday night.” “Han, keep it up and tonight will only get worse for you.” Han knew Leia meant business, and he perked up, determined not to be sentenced to sleeping on the couch tonight. “C’mon kids…and you too Chewie, you’re not getting out of this one. “ Chewbacca roared in protest. “You keep it up and you’ll be sleeping outside the apartment. Now c’mon you hairy ape!” It didn’t take long for the motley group to reach the rink, excusing the valet droid’s horrible driving amongst the hover lanes. “Welcome to The Senate District Skating Arena! How many please?” “Five. Six if you count the furball as two.” The droid wasn’t amused. “That will be 45 credits sir.” “Nine credits per person?! Does that count skate rental?” “No, sir.” “Fine, fine…you kids are burning a hole in my credit case.” “Whatever,” exclaimed Jaina. “Let’s go skate!” Anakin and Jacen echoed the same sentiment by running off with Jaina hurriedly, and entering the slew of skaters already on the rink. “Sir!” Han turned to the droid’s beckon. “Your skates!” Han rolled his eyes. “Yeah, wouldn’t want to forget that.” Chewbacca began a subdued laughter. “Ha ha furball, you forgot yours too.” The pair put on their skates, but with virtually no intention of skating. However, Chewbacca began taunting Han and soon enough Han felt the need to shut him up. Without missing a beat he was on the skate floor. “Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time for our roller disco hour!” “Dad!” Han slid forward, stopping just short of Jacen. “Dad! You can’t skate! Yo’re too old!” “I may be old son, but your dad still has the goods. Now watch and learn.” As the Sullustan Gevun Yug’s monster dance hit “Imperial Fever” began playing, Han and Chewbacca warmed up, prepared to dazzle. “Well Chewie, it’s been awhile. Thank we can light the old fire?” Chewbacca nodded in agreement, and the two began rekindling the old magic. As the chorus began, Chewbacca and Han began exhibiting a plethora of dance moves that wowed the surrounding skaters. Splits, jumps, spins, and carries, no dance move was left behind. The final encore came when Chewbacca lifted Han up and spun him counterclockwise all the while skating backwards. When finished, all three children rushed forward beaming. Anakin inquired first. “Hey Dad, how’d you get so good?!” “Yeah Dad!” yelled Jacen. “It’s nothing really. Back in our younger days, Chewie and I busted a move every Friday night.” The kids laughed, never having heard the word boogie in a non-grotesque context, while Han went get some refreshments. * Back home, Han lay in his bed, exhausted but satisfied with the good time he had enjoyed. “So, smuggler, I heard you were quite the skater tonight.” “Those kids talk too much for your own good.” Leia laughed. “Don’t be ashamed. I knew a few moves myself you know.” “Oh really? I’d like to see that!” “Jacen says you’re entering the contest this weekend to win the kids free passes for a year.” “He’s the worst one…yeah, it’s true.” “I look forward to it.” “I’ll bet, but that’s in a sadist way.” “Just try not to make a fool of yourself.” “I won’t.” Han leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on Leia’s forehead, then began to sleep for the night. * The arena was packed more relatively then normal for a Saturday night, but what bothered Han was that Leia cared to tell every relative, friend, and former high school classmate of Han’s about the competition. “Han, you’re a great friend, but that costume is bordering on the far side of straightness.” Annoyed, Han shot Luke a look that could kill. “Hush.” “I was just saying. Don’t shoot me.” Chewbacca came out from the changing room, his fur covered in a costume similar to Hans; shockingly silver with glitter and sequins, and a plush collar made of nexu skin. “Chewie you look worse than me.” Chewbacca just growled in response. “Would competitors Han Solo and Chewbacca please report to the arena, you’re up.” “Break a leg, dear.” “I’ll try not to.” Han and Chewbacca hover-skated to the DJ booth, past the others who had already done their routine. “Bump this ,” said Han as he handed the DJ a record chip. As the lights dimmed, the music began. “Ready?” Chewbacca roared in pride. The routine began as the pair began skating in unison in a perfect circle around the center. After three go arounds Han and Chewbacca grabbed each other’s hand while doing so gyrated their torsos back and forth rhythmically in motion. Done with the gyrations they separated, both jumped at the same time and landed in perfect splits. As the chorus began, Han and Chewbacca began skating backwards, Han rolling his fists in a spiraling motion while Chewie held one hand on his hip while the other moved up and down with his index finger pointed straight. Han could hear a loud slap from the audience, apparently Luke in embarrassment. As the next part of the song transpired, Han shook his hips side to side, and then spun numerous times while Chewbacca bobbed his head up and down while moving his hands in a rumba like motion. They again skated backwards, their hands behind their head folded while they moved their hips as if they were in the midst of a frantic hula hoop. The two met in time halfway during the song, and their eyes locked, while their hands in the peace sign began gliding across their faces in complete harmony. As the song neared its end, Han and Chewbacca joined shoulder to shoulder, and similar to a rain dance began rocking their legs up and down, while their heads shook side to side. For the grand finale, Chewbacca picked up Han, and heaved him into the air. Han in stunning fashion flipped three times forward, and landed in a final side to side split, while Chewbacca had skated forward onto his knees, his arms and hands now outstretched and his head up in triumphant glory. The audience erupted immediately in applause and cat calling, clearly entertained by the superb routine. “That’s my husband,” sighed Leia. Luke snorted. “I sure hope he’s comfortable with his masculinity after that.” “Way to go Dad!” the kids chimed all at once. The two, sweaty but smiling skated onto the spectators area. “Can’t wait to see if we won,” sputtered Han. Leia just shook her head, laughing. “I have a feeling you did.” The two embraced, as the applause continued to deafen the room. Other Threads: The Saga Before the Saga Votes Due by Sunday July 26th! -----signature----- Writer With the Force Challenge Sock http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28454919&brd=10304&start=28454938 . Congrats to the 1st WWTF Champion: ZaraValinor!
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Goddess-Jaina-Redick Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 7/23/08 7:53pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Five Entries 7/23
	Entry #1: Shouldn’t this be in Before? Aww! I really like this side of Dooku. Entry #2: Woah, Jag as an expert painter?? Unexpected!! Love what you did with having Thrawn instruct him. Entry #3: Kyp as a pianist? Interesting! I love that it was from Jaina’s POV. Entry #5: Han and Chewie as a skating duo??? Hilarious! -----signature----- I bleed Duke blue. I was a Giants fan before they were good. <3 Raw is Jericho
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/26/08 12:31pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Five Entries 7/23
	Entry # 2: I love seeing Jag as a painter. And having Thrawn instruct him is just great. Entry # 3: I find it's an interesting idea giving Kyp an artistic side. Entry # 4: Oh my God, I laughed my butt off. Beegees Music? I was listening to the song while reading the lasat part and I couldn't help but laugh. Just great! -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character. http://ceillean.blogspot.com/ http://www.myspace.com/ceillean
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DarthBerryStraw Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/27/08 11:44am Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Five Entries 7/23
	Entry # 2: Mmmm, this should be canon. I can see Jag being a great painter. Entry # 3: I can definitely see Kyp being musically inclined! Entry # 4: Hilarious, completely hilarious. I love it! -----signature----- “I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!” - ... Tara UDCS: Of All the Witty Titles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/29095691/p1/?7
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ForceWriter Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/3/08 9:58am Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge Five Entries 7/23
	Challenge 5.1- Mini Challenge On the line this time is immunity or a chance to get back into the game! No one is becoming One with The Force! Pain and Suffering Challenge The only requirement for this challenge was to write a Hurt/Comfort fic! Entry # 5 Title: Shards & Hope Characters/Pairings: OC’s Era: Beyond (waaaay beyond) The pounding of feet in the hall made the Jedi Masters look up, expectation and hope evident in their faces. The young Padawan was breathless as she entered the Masters’ meeting room, holding herself upright while leaning against the doorframe. “We’ve found him.” Those few words ripped through the Grand Master’s soul and he sunk back into his chair. A mixture of hope and sadness, a feeling of giving-up had nagged at the back of his mind for weeks now. Relief coursed through him and he allowed a long and deep breath to calm his nerves after such a long and painfully uncertain time. “Where is he?” “Infirmary. Master, you should hurry.” Her voice held a touch of sorrow and the hope that his son was alive and well was suddenly washed away by a different sort of worry. He jumped to his feet, forgetting the other Masters around the table, forgetting that he was supposed to be the one to uphold their strength in times of need. His son was more important. ********** He’d thought he would be prepared for anything. Within his minds’ eye he’d already pictured the young man bloodied up and hurt beyond recognition – he was a stubborn boy and he’d gotten into trouble countless times. Deep down inside, Erebus had hoped the boy had just run away – he’d done it before and he had returned only a day later. This time the boy had been missing for six weeks, closing himself off from the Force and seemingly going into hiding. With slow measured steps, Erebus walked up to his son. He was strapped down onto the med bed with both arms and legs; his pale skin was glistening from sweat and Erebus saw red blotches all over the boys’ torso. But what gave him halt were tiny puncture wounds on the insides of his arms. “What’s wrong with him?” He heard himself ask, not recognizing his own voice. The doctor cleared her throat and clasped her small hands behind her back, “He’s going through withdrawal, Master Durron.” Again she cleared her throat and her nervousness was palpable, “It seems he’s been taking a drug called Kristall.” She sighed then and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “He’s coming down but he’s coming down hard.” Erebus took the boys’ hand in his, his jaw locked as he stared into his son’s face, “Will he be alright?” “I’m not sure. I’ve given him something for the pain and a sedative but I’d recommend no medication during his withdrawal. The more medication, the slower the withdrawal process.” Erebus said nothing for a long while. The doctor stood behind him, fidgeting with her white coat and his son lay quietly on the exam table, as if deep in sleep. Erebus took a deep breath and reached out to the Force, gently probing his son’s mind. Even in his current condition, the boy’s mind was blocked. “How long?” Erebus whispered. The female doctor shrugged, “I can’t say. It could be days, maybe even weeks.” Jedi Master Erebus Durron nodded once, then stepped away from his son. It felt like someone had ripped his heart out and decided to stomp on it over and over and over again. The screams and shouts were tearing him apart, the words the young man spoke piercing him as if with a lightsaber. Erebus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The doctor had moved Zeth to a different, smaller room from which she, the nurses and the Jedi Master himself could watch from above through a thick, transparasteel window. “Let me go!” Zeth’s voice was unrecognizable, a deep growl that made Erebus shiver. “Let me go or you might as well kill me!” Zeth was furious and completely out of his mind. That much had been certain a few minutes after he’d awaked, “You’re killing me! Let me go!” He pulled at the binds with arms and legs; the skin was torn and dripping dark red blood. Zeth shouted words Erebus couldn’t understand, pulling at the restraints as hard as he could. “Kill me, damn you!” Erebus stared down at his son, caught in the dark blue gaze of the young man. Once he’d seen love and hope, laughter and pride. Now all he saw was hatred. Dull hatred directed at him. “I hate you!” Zeth’s voice broke and the words came out in a squeak, “Kill me now. You’re torturing me!” Erebus took a deep breath and turned away from the screen. The short, female doctor had a saddened expression on her face, “I am truly sorry.” She whispered, clasping her hands behind her back, “We can administer sedatives –“ “No. He brought this upon himself. He’ll deal with it the way he was taught.” With his back turned to his son, he listened to the words laced with hatred and couldn’t help but wonder if it was his own fault Zeth had turned away from him. He hadn’t been the perfect father – far from it – but he’d always thought to have raised Zeth into a proper young man. What had gone wrong? “I hate you!” Erebus turned around once more and witnessed as Zeth’s heart stopped and the machines around him began beeping away alarms. Erebus held his breath as the nurses got to work, as the female doctor stormed into the room. It seemed time had stopped – an infinite moment of nothingness as Erebus watched his son fade away. He reached out with the Force to touch Zeth but the boy pushed him away, his thoughts littered with three simple words. I hate you. And then Zeth was no more. ********** One week later, Erebus sat in his office and contemplated the previous few days. His wife hadn’t spoke to him since the burial and he supposed she would soon leave him. He’d failed as a father and he’d failed as a husband. The door to his office swished aside soundlessly and the Order’s secretary walked in with a dozen pads in her arms, “This is everything you wanted.” She said, carefully laying the pads on the Jedi Master’s desk, “There’s also a report of an arrest just a few days ago. A kid dealing with Kristall. I thought you’d be interested.” “Thank you, Myra.” When the girl left, Erebus sighed and grasped the first pad. Besides his job as a Jedi Master, his second calling went out to find whoever Zeth had been dealing with and make this person pay for the pain and suffering his family had endured. This time we are only voting for the entry you think is the best... no One with The Force vote required! Votes Due by 12-noon Wed. Aug 6th Other Threads: The Saga There is no Before The Saga Entry for this challenge. -----signature----- Writer With the Force Challenge Sock http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28454919&brd=10304&start=28454938 . Congrats to the 1st WWTF Champion: ZaraValinor!
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 8/3/08 11:06am Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 5.1 Entries up 8/3!!
	Wow, that was very powerful and sad. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi "Two Peas Out of the Pod" http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/205643
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Goddess-Jaina-Redick Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/4/08 8:16pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 5.1 Entries up 8/3!!
	OMG! What great characters you created. -----signature----- I bleed Duke blue. I was a Giants fan before they were good. <3 Raw is Jericho
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ForceWriter Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/15/08 8:48am Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 6 Entries up 8/15!!
	Challenge Six: Hyperspace Craziness! For this challenge the authors were to write a story about being in hyperspace with someone who has been in space a little too long, or that their character has been there too long! Entry # 5 Title: Spark of Insanity Characters/Pairings: Ganner, Anakin Era: Beyond Ganner He gulped and forced sweet smelling air into his lungs – yes, don’t forget to breathe. Standing only a few feet away from him was the most strikingly beautiful female human he’d ever laid eyes on. At least six feet tall, her dark blond hair fell down her straight back in thick, wavy strands. Brown eyes with a touch of gold twinkled as she took him in, one hand on her hip that she’d thrust outward in a very sensual way. Force, she was astonishing. Like something out of a dream! “Wow…” Ganner breathed as he took a tentative step forward, “Where’d you come from?” She didn’t answer; instead the tiniest of smiles appeared on her heart shaped, freckled face. “Am I dreaming?” He whispered. He was quite sure that he and Anakin were the only two individuals on the ship. The only two people travelling through hyperspace for weeks already. Ganner sighed. He shook his head to clear away his thoughts, focusing solely on the beauty in front of him. Of course I’m dreaming… gotta be dreaming… He snorted. Who the hell cares? “So, how about you and me –“ Instead of continuing his sentence he shrieked. Like a little girl. His blue eyes were wide with shock and he shuddered visibly. “OH MY GOD!” his voice boomed through the corridor. The beautiful goddess-like woman in front of him, with the beautiful long legs and exquisite female curves had smiled. And it wasn’t a nice smile. It was an interestingly disgusting one. Ganner estimated she had three, maybe four teeth left. And these normally white teeth were very dark – black almost. He shuddered again and took a step back. “You need to go find someone who’ll fix your mouth.” He shook from head to toe as the woman came forth, a big grand mind-numbing grin on her otherwise pretty face. Ganner ran. Anakin Anakin blew out a breath and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. He’d lost count how many minutes, hours and days, he’d already spend speeding through hyperspace. Ganner was good company but he yearned for real dirty ground under his feet. Even with the Force, he felt a closeness, a slight numbness crawling up his spine. “Hey!” Anakin arched a dark brow at the voice coming from the corridor behind him. “Ganner?” He got to his feet and slouched towards the voice, wondering what Ganner had in mind this time. He really was one for practical jokes. Anakin didn’t find them to be funny because they involved him being the one Ganner laughed at. Anakin rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. “Hey.” A new person said with a smile on his face. And this new person was him. Same tousled dark hair, same light blue eyes, even the same clothing. The lightsaber was missing, though. Maybe that was a good thing. “I’m losing my mind.” “I’m losing my mind.” Anakin number two repeated. Anakin number one raised a brow, “Stop that.” “Stop that.” “What the hell’s going on here?” “What the hell’s going on here?” Anakin number two even mimicked the slight squeak in Anakin number one’s voice. “Where’d you come from?” “Where’d you come from?” I’m going insane. I’m going insane. I’m going insane. Anakin number one rubbed his temples and shook his head, then he cleared his throat and scowled at Anakin number two. He was mimicking every single move. “This is stupid.” “This is stupid.” Anakin number one whirled around, not wanting to deal with his pending insanity much longer. Sleeping sounded so much better. But he stopped and his mouth fell open, almost to the ground. Anakin number two stood behind him and Anakin number three in front of him. “Definitely crazy.” “Definitely crazy.” The other Anakin’s said in unison. Ganner and Anakin Ganner ran until he slipped and found himself sprawled on the ground with his long arms stretched out to the front. He held his breath for a moment, wondering if the woman without teeth was following him. But he heard no footsteps so he got up and walked on. Anakin stood in the corridor with a very strange expression on his young face. There was definitely confusion and horror. Oooh, maybe Anakin was seeing a beautiful blond without teeth as well! “Me!” Anakin shouted and Ganner raised his brows. “Huh!” “I see me! Everywhere! And they’re talking at the same time!” Anakin covered his ears with his hands, “They’re too many me’s, Ganner!” Ganner stood still and took a quick look around. Nope, no Anakin’s. Except the one in front of him who seemed to be very confused. He stepped forward and lay his hands on the younger Jedi’s shoulder, gently shaking him, “There’s no one here, Anakin.” Anakin breathed a sigh of relief, “We need to find a planet. Soon!” “I totally agree.” Both were silent for a long while, not meeting one another’s stare. “I guess we should get back to the cockpit then, huh?” Ganner asked sweetly. Anakin nodded. But just as they were about to move, Ganner stopped and so did Anakin. Anakin number two and three had returned and behind them stood a tall blond with a dazzling smile. “You seeing this?” Anakin whispered, trying his best to ignore his counterparts’ mimicked words. “Oh yeah. And not liking it.” “Now what?” “Now what?” Anakin number two. “Now what?” Anakin number three. “Lock ourselves in and not come out until we’ve found a planet to land on.” “Deal.” They ran in hopes of escaping the insanity within the corridor. As they entered the cockpit, they noticed with scowls on their faces, that the blond had beat them to it. She sat on the dashboard with her long legs crossed. When she smiled, Anakin recoiled with a gurgling sound in the back of his throat. “I think insanity likes us.” Ganner whispered. ~~~~~~ Entry #6 Title: Secrets of Hyperspace Characters/Pairings: Luke, Mara, OC Era: Beyond Summary: Luke and Mara find a strange deserted space station. Luke Skywalker gingerly stepped through the docking ring and into the deserted space station. He was assaulted with various Force senses, ranging from what one would sense on a battle field to the pungent emotions of everyday life. He slowly started forward at Mara’s prodding and the couple wearily studied the rickety walls of the ancient structure. “Do you feel that?” Luke asked as he tried to pinpoint the origin of the lone presence. “Yeah, it definitely feels sentient, probably human.” Mara was suddenly thrown into Luke as the entire station jerked and rattled dangerously before settling into an eerie rhythm of low moans. “What was that?” Luke hurried into a room off the corridor and looked out the transparisteel viewport. “We just jumped into hyperspace,” he stated. “If that jump damaged my ship, somebody on this piece of junk is going to be sorry!” She stormed around as if to return to the airlock through which they had entered, but stopped as Luke caught her arm. “There’s nothing we can do about that now. Let’s focus on finding whoever it is on this wreck, and what’s going on.” “Not to mention what this random space station was doing in the middle of charted territory,” she agreed. They began thoroughly searching the station. ~~~~~~~~ Mara* he sent through their Force bond as he briefly spotted their quarry between two large durasteel crossbeams that had fallen haphazardly across the deck. She silently caught up to him and they began fanning out, attempting to corner the being. As they crept closer, the shadow hovered in a corner, trying to disappear. Mara had drawn her blaster and Luke had the hilt of his lightsaber in hand. Their eyes met as the closed in the distance. On some imaginary count, they spun around their respective edifices to find their weapons trained on a teenage boy cowering against the wall. He had long shaggy brown hair and dull green eyes that flickered uncertainly between the pair. He was lanky and his ribs showed beneath his skin. His face was dirty and streaked with grime and his clothes hung on him in tatters. He pressed himself farther against the wall. Luke and Mara put away their weapons at the sight of the frightened boy and approached tentatively. The boy flinched and pulled away from Luke with terror coloring his eyes. With silent comprehension, Luke stepped back and let Mara approach the boy alone. Since he couldn’t help physically, Luke opened himself up to the Force. The boy was definitely the presence he had been feeling. Now that he could pinpoint the sensations, he could identify a swirl of confusion and fear laced with loneliness. But the thing that stood out to Luke was that the essence of his Force sense was primitive, tuned for survival, but not conscious of predators; sentient, but not educated in ways beyond basic interactions with the environment. Mara approached the boy with a comforting smile and held out her hand invitingly. The boy eyed Luke, before turning to Mara. He didn’t reach out to her, but he didn’t pull away either. “I’m Mara, and this is Luke. What’s your name?” she asked gently, still slowly advancing on the child. He didn’t respond; he simply tilted his head to the side and looked at her questioningly. He doesn’t understand! Mara concealed her surprise. At least he doesn’t seem so scared anymore, Luke countered. Mara pulled out a ration bar and opened it, demonstrating that the boy should eat it. As she held it out, the boy snatched it, careful not to make contact with her, and ate it ravenously. Mara then went to Luke and patted his arm, “Safe. He’s safe.” The boy rocked forward on his toes, still crouching. Mara beckoned him and he slowly stood. As Mara encouraged him, and Luke beamed his most innocent smile, the boy slowly approached to stroke Luke’s arm as Mara had done. Suddenly the boy darted to the doorway, surprisingly quick. He stopped and looked back at the pair and beckoned them to follow, mimicking Mara’s previous gesture. Curiously, they followed the boy as he pranced through the ship. Eventually, they came to a room blackened with scorch marks and littered with remains or what appeared to be humans. The boy would not enter the room, but hung in the doorway as the Skywalkers investigated. “This is your family?” Luke asked, beginning to understand. There were adults and children of all ages lying on the ground in various positions. He stopped to examine one of the bodies. “This had to have happened…” “At least 12 years ago,” Mara supplied. “That means this kid has been on this ship alone, taking care of himself since he was no older than three or four.” “Mara,” Luke called from the other end of the room. She made her way over and realized what he was looking at. One of the victims had been marked with the common calling card of the most notorious pirate ring known to exist. The ring had finally been broke up by a few Jedi teams. “Well, now we know what happened. They must have missed this boy.” As if on cue, the kid started banging on the walls, impatiently. Luke and Mara exited the room and decided to find the bridge. They still needed to get out of hyperspace. As they continued through the ship, the boy followed at a distance, prancing and lurking. Occasionally he would find a pipe and swing up on top of it and gallop using both hands and feet to silently stalk above the couple before dropping back onto the floor and once again following in the shadows. Finally, they found the bridge and discovered that the nav computer had been programmed to jump randomly. At random intervals, none more than a couple months, the computer would randomly pick coordinates to jump to, sometimes not even near a habitable system. Luke painstakingly reprogrammed the computer to take them to a nearby system where they could call for help. As the lights of hyperspace twirled in the viewport, the boy watched, mesmerized, clapping and pointing. “What’s your name?” Mara tried again. “Name?” The boy mimicked her this time, head cocked to the side. “Name,” she nodded. She pointed to herself, “Mara.” He haltingly repeated it. She then pointed the Luke, “Luke.” The boy managed to form this word also. Mara pointed to the boy and looked at him questioningly, while Luke tried to influence his understanding with the Force. Suddenly a long lost memory assaulted the boy, as his mother tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, Logan.” As the memory faded, the boy shook his head, trying to understand the image that he had just seen. “Logan,” Luke murmured. Mara sat next to him and wrapped a comforting arm around him. “Everything will be okay, Logan. We’ll take care of you.” Then were never sure he had understood, but he had laid his head on her shoulder, and sat patiently through the rest of the ride. Other Threads: The Saga There were no Before the Saga entries for Challenge Six. Voting ends at 12-noon on Sunday, August 18th! -----signature----- Writer With the Force Challenge Sock http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28454919&brd=10304&start=28454938 . Congrats to the 1st WWTF Champion: ZaraValinor!
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 8/17/08 9:04pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 6 Entries up 8/15!!
	Entry 5: When she smiled, Anakin recoiled with a gurgling sound in the back of his throat. “I think insanity likes us.” Ganner whispered. Too funny. Entry 6: Aw, poor Logan. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi "Two Peas Out of the Pod" http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/205643
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 8/19/08 1:13am Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 6 Entries up 8/15!!
	Entry 5: Ganner had a Chandler moment there. “OH MY GOD!” his voice boomed through the corridor. Chandler moment. Entry 6: Oh! Poor Logan! Heartbreaking. Poor boy. -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character. http://ceillean.blogspot.com/ http://www.myspace.com/ceillean
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ForceWriter Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 9/1/08 3:51pm Subject: RE: Writer With The Force Challenge Entries: Round One Challenge 7 Entries up 9/1!!
	Please see the first post for voting rules!! Challenge Seven: Five Times For this challenge you are to write about the "five times" someone did something or something happened. Your title should be "The Five Times" followed by what it is about. Example: The Five Times Luke Hurled Force Lightening Then the story would proceed to explain each of the five times Luke hurled Force lightening. Voting Ends 3pm Thursday September 4th! Entry # 4 Title:The Five Times Ben was Kissed Era:Beyond the Saga He had no memory of his first kiss, save for those that told it in remembrance of his mother and conjunction his birth. Before Mara had been killed, he had grown red at its retelling. At that time everyone, including Mara himself, seemed to let Ben Skywalker the capable teenager melt into the tiny squish-faced and ruddy baby that had come to the Skywalkers by some miracle of the Force. Now, helping his father pick up the pieces of a galaxy once again ravaged by civil war and an Order that needed to be cemented after distrust and betrayal abounded, he missed the story. He missed hearing it with his mother’s sharp recollection and fondness. He missed the times when he was eight or nine years old, Mara pulling him into her lap, wrapping strong and gentle arms around him, setting her chin on one of his shoulders and telling the story. It started the same.