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iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/24 5:53pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	Like this whole thing was mush mush mush! And I loved it....just that's not how my mind works; so my mush is much shorter. I loved your A/T mush. Rally. I love nay plausible oppurtunity to let that boy live! I'm feeling like the Twilight ppl somehow took Jysella and somehow Anakin might find himself immortal which would be so cool. Anyway. I really am loving this! Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
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Maggy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 6/25 12:05am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	are you up to a competition with Yobi - who writes the longer posts?! [reply/review here] -----signature----- The Revenant - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10477/28313064 - co authored with Jedi Ant "Maggy rawks " - YodaKenbi
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/25 1:43am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	It was an old, makeshift locker: a special durasteel and metal compound blend that was dented in several places, and had definitely been through the wars. Whether it was the same locker I was familiar with or not didn’t really matter; what mattered was that he’d gone to the trouble of re-creating the location of our very first kiss – minus the life-threatening situation, of course! Awww. Too sweet! That's one hell of a good idea. Anakin was staring at me, his mouth open and his blue eyes wide. I threw him a half-smirk and added: “The gentlemanly thing to do here would be to give in and let me go with you.” His eyes narrowed. After the outburst all sweet and lovy again. Great post! I can hardly wait to read more. -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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mara_jade_rox Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 6/27 12:19pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	I love Tahiri and Anakin. You write them both so wonderfully! This is looking even better than before. I can't wait for more! MJR! -----signature----- What happens when everyone you love leaves? Do you waste your time grieving? Do you love others? Even when the don't love you? What happens?
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 6/27 7:48pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	Yay, it's up!! There is some serious SQUEEEEEE-ing on my part This is so awesome. The prologue is very much in Meyer's style. And Tairi trying on her wedding dress was so sweet!! A/T mush is and Anakin's so sweet, trying to protect her. Amazing beginning; I'm looking forward to more -----signature----- Master of padawanlost, Ultima_1, Jedimaster_JainaSolo, and Vaders_Angel
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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 6/27 7:57pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	SQUEEE! First chapter! Love how Tahiri gets mad at Anakin and then everything gets better. A/T mush... Makes me happy. -----signature----- It takes an awfully long time to not write a book. "We're actors! We're the opposite of people!" Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead This Time Around (time travel, RotS AU): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27062943/p1/?2 Padawan of DarthIshtar
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Jedi-Ant Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 6/29 4:11am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08! - Date Edited: 6/29 4:12am (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi-Ant
	REPLIES: iamobiwan1970: Hey there! Thanks so much for your lovely comments about my mush. I love reading mushy stuff, but my mind has always been how you described yours in the mush department… except when it came to this ‘fic. When I wrote this first part (and a few others coming up) I just couldn’t stop the mush from flowing. It was weird, and fun, at the same time. I’m glad you enjoyed it, all the same. And as for what happened to Jysella, more will be revealed later on. You may be surprised. Thanks for reading and reviewing!! Maggy: LOL! Not in a competition that I know of. But yeah, my posts do seem to grow in length all the time, it’s crazy! And as I told you on IM earlier tonight, this latest one I’m writing has just broken the record for me. Thanks for reading, dear! Ceillean: Aww, thanks! I’m glad you liked the locker idea with A/T. That wasn’t originally planned -- the characters kinda took over with that. I’m so happy that you enjoyed the post. More will follow soon, thanks so much for reading and reviewing!! mara_jade_rox: Thank you!! I just love Tahiri, and Anakin, and I love them even more when they’re together, so I’m thrilled that you think I’m doing their characters justice in this ‘fic. I’m glad you’re enjoying the ride, thanks for stopping by. NYCitygurl: SQUEE’s along with NYC Thank you so much for your wonderful comments, dear! I’ve been so excited about this ‘fic, given how much I love SW and Twilight, and your review totally made me SQUEE all over again! More will follow soon, thanks again! Idrelle_Miocovani: sends ginormous hugs Idri’s way A/T mush is lovely, I’m really glad you enjoyed it. Thanks again for the beta, and for your reply. Thanks again to everyone who has read and reviewed the last post! Your awesome reviews make me smile! The next chapter will follow soon. Ant. -----signature----- Solar Eclipse - Twilight/SW X-Over: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28626695/p1/?0 And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. - A Poison Tree, William Blake.
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Jedi-Ant Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 6/30 9:36pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/24/08!
	A/N: Here it is, a new chapter for you all to enjoy! Thanks again to Idri for all her wonderful assistance. Much appreciated, dear! Chapter 2: Crime and Punishment. The walk to the Council quarters was the longest, most tense moment of my life. It felt to me almost like a death march – as if every step I took got me closer and closer to the end, with a horrifying, public death waiting for me at my destination. Anakin was stoic and silent beside me, his Force-aura radiating muted displeasure, and a hint of unease. Again, I found his cold demeanour unnerving, and not for the first time that day, I wished I’d been told the full story of what had happened during his six-day absence back in the safety of my apartment. Jysella Horn was missing, that much was certain; but what was, at this stage, unconfirmed, Anakin’s role in her disappearance. Sure, I’d gathered that his self-confessed “foolproof” new Force technique of masking his presence had someone failed him and resulted in Jysella’s capture, but I wasn’t certain. At that stage in the conversation, Anakin had all but shut himself off to the Force, making it near impossible for me to find out so much as what he’d had for lunch from his shuttered mind. But that wasn’t the worst of it, not even close. These strange men in cloaks that had started popping up all over the galaxy were a different concern altogether. Nobody really knew what they were doing or what they even wanted, yet wherever they appeared, you could bet your sanity that one or more Force-sensitive children would go missing. Anakin was very concerned about them: more concerned than he’d let on to me, I was sure of it. And he’d pretty much concluded that they were the ones who were taking the children – when questioned about Jysella’s disappearance, the only thing he’d said was: “They took her.” It made no sense. What would anyone want with Force-sensitive children? Of course, I knew there were plenty of things one could do with someone who was in tune with the Force – the talents of a Jedi Knight proved quite the temptation for some of the more disreputable beings of the galaxy – but these were children that were being taken, most of them raw and completely untrained, not finely tuned Jedi with a vast array of skills at their disposal. And there in laid the draw! I wasn’t able to make sense of it back in the apartment because I was too busy being furious with Anakin, but now that I could look at things with a calm approach, I found all of the pieces of the puzzle falling into place like they’d been there the entire time. The strangers weren’t targeting fully trained Jedi because they were too easily suspicious and much too difficult to corner and capture (unless one had many, many armed forces at their disposal, which I assumed these men didn’t have). Force-sensitive children who hadn’t yet been detected by the Jedi Council, on the other hand, were an easy catch for a would-be villain and a much less noticeable prize. Now that I’d deduced what was going on, I wanted to know more. Suddenly the Council quarters weren’t close enough; I wanted to know more now! Who were these men and what were they planning on doing with their hordes of stolen children? I turned to Anakin to ask him about it, but before I’d even opened my mouth, he was giving his head a curt shake. Clearly, I’d not done a very thorough job of concealing my thoughts during my musings. The walk dragged on even more now that I knew what was going on, my desperation for more answers much stronger than it was when I’d known next to nothing. To distract myself from my thirst for knowledge, I turned my attention elsewhere: to my wedding. It was easy enough to divert my attention from anything – even my concerns of the mysterious child-stealing men – when my mind was on my upcoming marriage. Jaina would be coming home for the ceremony; she’d promised Anakin the day he’d told her of our happy news. Yet she wouldn’t be in the wedding party. The only time anyone would ever get her in a dress, she’d said, would be for her to own wedding. I’d heartily agreed with her. Though I loved my dress to pieces and I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy – after Anakin – it would definitely be the only dress I’d ever wear. I smiled wistfully as the image of my perfect ivory gown sprang to the forefront of my mind. The fine sheets of ivory satin and hand-weaved lace were the highest quality of its kind (thanks to Anakin’s mother, Leia); the myriad of organic pearls and diamonds from the far reaches of the galaxy scattered throughout only managed to increase its perfection in my eyes. The gown had cost Leia a small fortune, though she’d never told me exactly how much. It was imperative that I took extra special care of it, especially until I had to wear it in two months’ time. The smile slipped from my face as I remembered where my gown was at this very moment – not in its protective calico bag, where it should be at all times, but hanging in my wardrobe, alongside my collection of tank tops, slacks and jumpsuits. I groaned aloud, and Anakin gave me a funny look. If anything happened to that dress, Leia would kill me! We reached the Council gates in due time, Anakin still managing to remain silent for the rest of the trip. When we pushed our way through the heavy golden gates, however, he turned to me for the first time since leaving the apartment complex. His hand grasped my left shoulder firmly to halt my approach, and his ice blue eyes searched my face, flicking from one side to the other as if he half-expected me to fall apart at the seams. I flashed him a wan smile, but said nothing, waiting for him to break the ice first. He seemed nervous as he looked me over; the muscles in his jaw moved as he struggled to find the right words. My impatience got the better of me and I crossed my arms over my chest, quirking one brow and uttering a defiant-sounding, “Yes?” Anakin blanched at my surliness, but nodded in resignation. After our argument earlier, he must have anticipated a reception such as this. Two deep breathes later, and it seemed Anakin had conjured enough courage to say what he’d wanted to say when he’d stopped me. “I’m sorry, Tahiri, for everything I said to you before. I didn’t mean to imply that I wasn’t as important to you as you were to me, and I’m ashamed at having alluded to the fact that I thought you were less of a Jedi than me. You’re not, and I’ve never thought that. I shouldn’t have said it, and I’m sorry.” I took in his earnest expression: the quietly hopeful sparkle in his eyes, and the little twitch at the corners of his mouth – an almost smile. It was so hard to stay mad at him. “I forgive you,” I said softly. I turned to continue on down the path, but found I was stalled. Anakin’s hand was still resting, rather securely, on my shoulder. I gave him a curious look and tried to shrug out of his grasp. His grip tightened imperceptibly. “Was there something else?” I asked him, brows furrowed. His cheeks flushed a brilliant fuchsia, and for a split second, I thought I saw a tiny trickle of sweat run down the edge of his face. This was definitely a side to Anakin I’d never seen before, and it scared the breath from my lungs. What else could he possibly have to admit to me, and how bad would it be when he did? A light breeze whipped across the open compound and I shivered. I wished I’d thought to bring a jacket: it was early evening now, and the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the skyline of high-rise buildings. In the dying light, Anakin’s coloured face looked even more eerie – the whites of his eyes were unnaturally bright, the blue of his irises burning molten with the fire from the setting sun. I took a large gulp of air, suddenly remembering to breathe. Anakin lips turned downward. It was the most pathetic, resigned expression I think he’d even worn. He sighed, and I held my breath once more. He chose his words carefully, skipping over each one slowly, the whole time searching my face for any change in my expression. “I’ll understand if... after we leave here... you never want to speak to me again.” I blinked twice, lost for words. I was sure my mouth would be hanging open large enough to fit my fist inside. What in Force was he thinking? My mind melded with his, trying to make sense of what he was saying. I was shocked to find his mind was wide open; the shutters had vanished, and any and every thought he’d ever had in his entire life was ripe for the picking. I sifted through the chunk of unnecessary feelings, past his childhood ramblings and, though I would have loved to linger, past the passionate pulses that he saved only for me. I found it at last, what he’d wanted me to find. I hadn’t needed to search for long. His aura pulsed as I touched the surface, my invisible, probing tendrils stroking the images to life in my own mind. I gasped at what I saw; I couldn’t help it. From somewhere on the other side of the haze, I felt Anakin flinch. “You took Jysella with you!” It wasn’t a question, but a statement, made in such a shrill, rasping tone that my voice cut through the cool air, ringing out across the flat land and echoing off the nearby establishments. Anakin recoiled again. I felt the anger from earlier begin to bubble inside me. No wonder he blamed himself for Jysella’s kidnapping. It really was his fault! I stood there fuming, waiting for him to contradict me, to justify why he would even consider doing such a reckless thing – to the daughter of my old Jedi Master, of all people – but he said nothing, his eyes flickering everywhere but never meeting mine. I snapped. “What were you thinking, Anakin Solo? Jysella Horn? She’s not even old enough to be going out on missions yet, little own going off with a Jedi who isn’t even a proper Master yet!” “I know.” “And what about Master Horn? He must be furious with you, taking his daughter out and then losing her – Force, I’m furious with you!” “I know.” “For kriff’s sake, Anakin, what were you thinking?” I took a breather, utterly exasperated with the situation. “Well, we have to fix this. We have to get her back, before those, those – men – do something to her.” “I know!” Anakin bellowed. “I know all this, Tahiri. I know it’s my fault; that I didn’t think; that it was stupid, reckless of me, to take Jysella along. I know that you’re furious with me – everyone is, and they should be! I don’t deny responsibility: this one’s all on me, I know it is. And as much as I appreciate you wanting to help, I have to fix this. Alone.” “Like hell you are!” I hissed. A scuffing noise from behind us forced the conversation to a halt. As I averted my gaze, eyes still blazing with fury, I recognised the distinct Force signature of my former Master, Corran Horn. My expression softened the second I turned to face him, though my eyes were slightly narrowed, wary. I wondered how long he’d been standing there. He’d probably heard everything. I blushed at the thought. Corran gave me a small nod in acknowledgment, but he didn’t speak, brushing past me to enter the Council chambers, his posture stiff and aberrant. He didn’t even glance in Anakin’s direction. I didn’t blame him. I followed Master Horn into the expansive complex, glaring at Anakin over my shoulder. “We’ll continue this later,” I warned. “No, we won’t,” was his reply. Luke Skywalker looked like he’d aged a lifetime in a few weeks. His face was more lined than I remembered, and there were dark bags under his eyes that I was sure had never been there before. All in all, he looked tired and old. The Jedi Grand Master ran a shaking, wrinkled hand through his sandy blonde hair (though it was more grey than blonde these days). His pale blue eyes roamed around the room, taking in each and every face seated around the circular room. It was a large turnout. Almost all the Council members were here: Corran Horn, of course, was present, as well as the Barabel who’d trained Anakin’s mother for a time, Saba Sebatyne, and the Jedi Knight, Tresina Lobi. Those present in holographic form only – Kyp Durron and the Jedi Healer, Cilghal – shimmered iridescently on opposing sides of the room. Anakin and I stood in the centre; the focal point of today’s meeting. I’d never been very fond at being stared at – unless, of course, I was dressed in ivory satin and lace – but the way each Council member stared at me, their gazes hard, was quite disconcerting. I began to fidget as I got nervous, my fingers toying with the hem of my aqua tank top. I pulled a thread out from one end and twirled it in my palm, coiling it around my middle finger so tightly that it started to throb. Anakin elbowed me in the ribs as inconspicuously as possible. I dropped the thread, the circulation returning to my pounding finger. Saba Sebatyne gave me an unpleasant, toothy glare. “I guess we should start from the beginning,” Master Skywalker said in his usual soft voice. “Anakin, would you mind?” Anakin shook his head. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice now, anyway. When he began, his voice was surprisingly clear, despite the horde of mynocks that I could feel flapping around in the pit of his stomach. I gave his hand a mental squeeze for courage, even though I was still seething at what he’d done. “Uncle...er, Master Skywalker, had been concerned about the number of disappearing Force-sensitives for some time; he suspected some dark forces were at work. I disagreed with him at the time. I could feel nothing sinister in the Force, and I was certain of my abilities in that regard. “But I agreed to look into the situation further. Six days ago, I left on a short, reconnaissance trip to Corellia. There had been an advertisement for a Jedi Tryout session in one of the small, circulating news publications there. Master Horn had uncovered the tip during his last trip home.” He gave a nod in the Jedi Master’s direction; Corran stared stonily ahead as if his name hadn’t even been mentioned. Anakin continued after a short pause. “When I arrived on the planet, I immediately set out to scope out the area which would be used for the tryouts in a few days’ time, checking for the best vantage points, shadow areas which could conceal weapons or extra guards, and making note of all the exits and entrances in and out of the complex. “Once I was more than familiar with my surroundings, I just had to sit and wait for the events to unfold. Mirax contacted me on my third day on the surface. She’d been told I was in town, and invited me to dinner with the family.” I was watching Corran with great interest now. I’d seen all of this played out in Anakin’s mind outside the chambers, but to hear it spoken now, especially given the present company, put a whole new, shocking twist on the tale. Corran’s eyes had narrowed slightly at the mention of his wife – or perhaps it was at the mention of who’d told Mirax Anakin had been in town. My guess was that it was Corran. “I accepted her invitation, and spent the evening with the Horns. Mirax asked a few questions about my assignment, to which I was unable to answer, given Master Skywalker’s instructions that I keep my investigation secret. She understood.” Tresina Lobi chose that moment to interrupt. “And at what point did you decide to take the youngling, Jysella Horn, with you on your mission?” Anakin wasn’t fazed by the question – or if he was, he didn’t show it. He swivelled so that he was facing the Chev and responded, his tone smooth. “After dinner, I was speaking to Valin about the differences between power couplings used in podracers and in security devices when Jysella sent me a message through the Force. “One of her friends had gone missing a month earlier during a vacation on Mon Calamari, and she wanted to find her. Somehow during dinner, she’d broken through my mental blocks – don’t ask me how – and had deduced what I was doing on Corellia. “I told her I would help any way I could, and that was the end of it. I left the next day and went back to my task, and I didn’t give Jysella’s conversation a second thought. It wasn’t until the day of the tryouts, when Jysella turned up outside, that I realised she’d thought I’d meant we would literally work together. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and to take her back to her mother would mean abandoning the stake out, so I compromised.” “You compromized with Jyzella Horn’z life?” Saba Sebatyne rasped in outrage. “I thought I could control the situation. There were only three men that I could see, and they had no Force powers that I was aware of. Jysella said she’d had practice masking her presence, that she could be my eyes and ears inside the complex. I thought we could pull it off!” Kyp Durron’s condescending voice blared out through the open room. “You listened to a child? Anakin, I thought you were instructed better than that!” “I’d thank you to adjust your tone, Master Durron,” Corran Horn’s icy clip interjected. “That is my daughter you’re talking about.” “Yes,” Master Durron agreed sarcastically. “The same daughter that ran away from home to ambush a Council-appointed mission, if I remember correctly.” I stared in shock, the meeting disintegrating before my eyes. Anakin stood beside me, silent and on guard. “How dare you!” Corran thundered accusingly. “My daughter was led astray by a Jedi too cocky for his own good! Don’t you dare turn this around on Jysella!” “Anakin Solo isn’t cocky, Master Horn. He’s realistic, and he gets results.” “Well, you’d know all about cocky, Durron.” “Enough!” I jumped back as Luke’s frustrated cry broke through the increasingly bitter argument. Both Corran’s head and Kyp’s holographic one shot towards the fuming Grand Master, their mouths snapping shut at once. Corran mumbled an apology, but Kyp stared defiantly ahead, almost challenging Master Skywalker to call him out as the one in the wrong. Personally, I thought they were both in the wrong. An innocent child was missing, and they were using the situation to squabble amongst themselves like petty younglings! It was absurd! I focused my attention on what Master Skywalker was saying. “...acting like a pair of half-bred rancors in a china shop! While Master Durron does have a point,” he looked at Corran, holding up a hand when the other Jedi spluttered in protest, “the onus is still on Anakin’s shoulders. He might not have encouraged Jysella to sneak away like that, but he did have a choice whether or not to call the whole thing off, and he chose against that; so I’m afraid, Anakin, that you must be made accountable for your serious lack of judgement.” Kyp scowled. Corran looked sanctimonious. Anakin just nodded sagely. I was perplexed. That was it? Where was the fire and brimstone, the harsh punishment that would make Anakin cringe and me object with wild conviction? The other Jedi in the room were all still looking to Master Skywalker, who was at present murmuring quietly to Master Horn. After a moment, Corran bowed his head and the room once again dissolved in quiet conversation. “What’s going on?” I whispered to Anakin. I was hoping he could shed some light on the situation for me. I’d never sat in on a Jedi Council session before, and the whole process was utterly bizarre. “They’re deciding my fate,” he murmured back. I chanced a glance at my fiancé to see how he was holding up, given the circumstances. His posture was rigid, but not uncomfortably so like Corran’s had been earlier; his hands were fisted loosely at his sides, his eyes never wavering from Luke’s. Even at a time like this, when he’d done a very stupid thing and was on the verge of what I was sure would be a serious reprimand, he looked ludicrously beautiful. A few locks of sandy brown hair had fallen into his eyes, and it was all I could do to stop myself from reaching over and brushing them out of the way. My thoughts drifted back to how that hair had felt beneath my fingers as we’d kissed on my bed; how his chiselled muscles had twitched with the heat of my palms; how he’d melted at the smallest contact between us. I snapped myself out of my frivolous reverie, giving myself a mental scolding. Now was not the time to be thinking such thoughts, especially not when there was a room full of highly trained Force users surrounding me. I felt Anakin smirk slightly beside me, and I had the indescribable urge to kick him. He was always snooping around in my mind when he wasn’t wanted! At long last, the murmured voices ceased, and Master Skywalker turned back to face us both. “Sorry to keep you both waiting,” he said. “We’ve come to a decision, at long last.” He looked at Anakin. “Given your recent indiscretion, the Council believes a period of rest is in order, and asks you to relinquish you role as a Jedi Knight for this Order until further notice. “Furthermore, the Council has requested that you take no additional part in the investigation of the missing Force-sensitives. That includes in the aiding of the recovery of Padawan Jysella Horn.” I was floored. His punishment was to be taken off the case? They could never enforce such a thing! The minute they turned their backs, Anakin would rush off on his own one-man crusade to save Jysella: just like he’d done back when I was captured by the Yuuzhan Vong. And history repeats itself, I thought wryly. Anakin nodded in agreement to his uncle’s verdict, though I could see that all of the colour had now drained from his face. He was so white, in fact, that he could have been a ghost – if it weren’t for the thick red rings around his eyes, that is. I was about ready to leave and give my fiancé a piece of my mind for the unofficial rescue mission I knew he was planning on staging, when Master Skywalker spoke again. “Tahiri,” he said. I automatically cleared my mind of any impure thoughts and gave the Grand Master my undivided attention. “You’re probably wondering why we asked you here...” Not really, I thought, and then instantly clamped my thoughts down. I just really wanted him to stop talking so I could leave. Hadn’t there been enough drama for one day? “In order to prevent Anakin from disobeying our rules,” the Jedi Master continued, flashing a pointed look his nephew’s way, “the Council have devised a counter-action, of sorts. We would like him to spend some time with his family during his time away from the Order, and to make sure he arrives like we’ve asked, we want you to act as chaperone on the trip.” I was speechless, but really, what could I say? No? Not likely. You didn’t say no to the Jedi Council. When they told you to leap, your response was expected to be “how high?” So I nodded mutely. Not like it mattered. Luke’s lips spread in a tight smile. Clearly, he didn’t like this any more than I did. “Thank you,” the Jedi Master said. “May the Force be with you on your journey.” “May the Force be with you,” Anakin and I intoned together. We bowed in sync to the collection of Masters and Knights respectively, and then finally, we were free to leave. As we walked in the direction of my apartment complex, once again in tense silence, I tried to calmly compartmentalize my swirling thoughts. The truth of the matter was that inside I was shaking like a leaf, and I couldn’t concentrate enough to sort through anything! The Jedi Council had put me in charge of preventing a search-and-rescue attempt by Anakin. If it was any normal Jedi I’d been ordered to play babysitter for, everything would be fine: but this was Anakin Solo! Somehow, I had a sinking feeling my escort duties wouldn’t be as straightforward as the Council had thought. -----signature----- Solar Eclipse - Twilight/SW X-Over: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28626695/p1/?0 And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. - A Poison Tree, William Blake.
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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 6/30 9:47pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	Kyp Durron’s condescending voice blared out through the open room. “You listened to a child? Anakin, I thought you were instructed better than that!” “I’d thank you to adjust your tone, Master Durron,” Corran Horn’s icy clip interjected. “That is my daughter you’re talking about.” “Yes,” Master Durron agreed sarcastically. “The same daughter that ran away from home to ambush a Council-appointed mission, if I remember correctly.” I stared in shock, the meeting disintegrating before my eyes. Anakin stood beside me, silent and on guard. “How dare you!” Corran thundered accusingly. “My daughter was led astray by a Jedi too cocky for his own good! Don’t you dare turn this around on Jysella!” “Anakin Solo isn’t cocky, Master Horn. He’s realistic, and he gets results.” “Well, you’d know all about cocky, Durron.” snort You know I love that exchange. Classic Kyp, classic Corran. He looked at Anakin. “Given your recent indiscretion, the Council believes a period of rest is in order, and asks you to relinquish you role as a Jedi Knight for this Order until further notice. “Furthermore, the Council has requested that you take no additional part in the investigation of the missing Force-sensitives. That includes in the aiding of the recovery of Padawan Jysella Horn.” I was floored. His punishment was to be taken off the case? They could never enforce such a thing! The minute they turned their backs, Anakin would rush off on his own one-man crusade to save Jysella: just like he’d done back when I was captured by the Yuuzhan Vong. And history repeats itself, I thought wryly. Anakin, Anakin, Anakin... shakes head Suspended from the Order -- but do I dare say that he deserved it? Just a tiny ittle bit? But hey -- without the Council's decision, we'd have no story, eh? I love the chapter title, too, BTW. So appropriate. Brilliant chapter, Ant! -----signature----- It takes an awfully long time to not write a book. "We're actors! We're the opposite of people!" Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead This Time Around (time travel, RotS AU): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27062943/p1/?2 Padawan of DarthIshtar
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Earthknight Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/1 1:00am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	Very excellent first two chapters! I loved them both and Anakin is awesome so far( well he's always awesome) ! -----signature----- Master to jacensolofangirl2007 Our philosophy: We strive for a 100 in awesomeness. And if we get a 90, it's still cool. ~My Fanfiction Stories~ The Guardians of Light- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=259245
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iamobiwan1970 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/1 7:44am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	Loved this! Thanks for the PM! But that wasn’t the worst of it, not even close. These strange men in cloaks that had started popping up all over the galaxy were a different concern altogether. Nobody really knew what they were doing or what they even wanted, yet wherever they appeared, you could bet your sanity that one or more Force-sensitive children would go missing. Sounds like the Volturi have arrived in the GFFA! I turned to Anakin to ask him about it, but before I’d even opened my mouth, he was giving his head a curt shake. Clearly, I’d not done a very thorough job of concealing my thoughts during my musings. Yes, but not only are you attuned to each other as Jedi, Anakin seems to maybe have a little more power than usual? Hmmm! If anything happened to that dress, Leia would kill me! Odd foreshadowing perhaps?!?! In the council scene I was surprised Horn didn’t choke Anakin to death or some other suitable punishment. I wasn’t surprised Kyp came to Anakin’s defense either. I thnk I know what those non-Force sensitive beings are! Well, once again Luke comes up with a dumb idea. Tahiri as Anakin’s chaperone? He’ll convince her to go off and work rogue! They’d be better to lock him up with a ysalimiri. Of course, then we’d have no story. This is a delight and so well written. I’m so excited you’re back Ant! -----signature----- Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes.
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/2 10:12am Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	Ah, wonderful Kyp scene there. I don't think Tahiri's babysitting will be easy. I'm really looking forward to the next post. I wonder what the two of them have planned. I have this feeling Anakin will convince Tahiri to look for the missing children together. Might be wrong, of course. Great update! Thanks for the PM! -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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mara_jade_rox Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 7/2 1:25pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	I love the Council arguments...lol This chapter was even better than the last! MJR -----signature----- What happens when everyone you love leaves? Do you waste your time grieving? Do you love others? Even when the don't love you? What happens?
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Jedi-Ant Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 7/3 6:05pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08!
	AUTHOR REPLIES: Idrelle_Miocovani: on being first. Thank you for your lovely reply! I’m glad you liked the Kyp/Corran exchange -- I just love writing those two together! And Anakin did kinda deserve his suspension just a tiny little bit. Thanks again for all your amazing work!! Earthknight: Nice to see you here! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the chapters so far. Anakin is totally awesome. iamobiwan1970: Yay! Thank you, you’re welcome for the PM. As for the Volturi arriving in the GFFA… I’m not going to give away the surprise just yet. I’ll just say that you’ll find out more about these mysterious men soon. Odd foreshadowing perhaps?!?! LOL! Perhaps. Maybe the next chapter will answer this for you. In the council scene I was surprised Horn didn’t choke Anakin to death or some other suitable punishment. I wasn’t surprised Kyp came to Anakin’s defense either. I think I know what those non-Force sensitive beings are! Hehe, yeah, Corran did well to restrain himself there. Poor guy must be going through hell, and I doubt he’d ever really forgive Anakin, whether they get Jysella back in one piece or not. Well, once again Luke comes up with a dumb idea. Tahiri as Anakin’s chaperone? He’ll convince her to go off and work rogue! They’d be better to lock him up with a ysalimiri. Of course, then we’d have no story. LOL! You’re right there! This is a delight and so well written. I’m so excited you’re back Ant! Aww, thank you so much!! I’m so glad to be back, and this story has been so enjoyable to write so far, it’s great to get back into it all. I’m so glad you’re enjoying this. Thank you for your lovely reply. Ceillean: Hehe, thanks, Kyp is awesome. You’re right, Tahiri’s babysitting won’t be easy at all. As for your feeling on Anakin convincing Tahiri, that might not be too far off the money… though, she may have some prodding from another source as well. Glad you liked the update! Thanks for reading and replying. mara_jade_rox: Thank you! The council argument was a fun scene to do, I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by. Thanks again for your support, guys! It means a great deal to me to have you all on board with this. The next chapter will be posted next week. Expect to see Tahiri’s wedding dress’ encore performance. Until then! Ant. -----signature----- Solar Eclipse - Twilight/SW X-Over: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28626695/p1/?0 And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. - A Poison Tree, William Blake.
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Jedi-Ant Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 7/8 7:02pm Subject: RE: Solar Eclipse - SW/Twilight X-Over {Tahiri, Anakin, Edward, Bella + More} - Updated 06/30/08! - Date Edited: 7/8 9:21pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Jedi-Ant
	Chapter 3: White Wedding. It was all just a horrible nightmare. Anakin hadn’t been suspended from the Order; I hadn’t been given the onerous task of keeping a reckless Solo in check; and Jysella Horn hadn’t been kidnapped by some strange group of Force-stealing men. Oh yeah, and I wasn’t getting married in two months – I was getting married today! My exquisite, hand-made ivory satin and lace gown clung to my petite frame as I gazed at my reflection in the ornate-framed gold mirror. It truly was the most perfect collection of fabric and gemstones I had ever seen, and it looked even better on me than it did on the rack. A sigh sounded from behind me, and I turned to see Leia standing at the back of the bridal suite, her large, brown eyes brimming with tears. “You look beautiful,” she said. Her tone was dripping with all the pride and delight of a first-time mother-of-the-bride. Even though she was Anakin’s mother and not mine, I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted here more. I couldn’t remember my own mother; she’d passed away before I was little more than a young child. But if I could pick a mother now, I’d pick Leia over everyone else. If you asked me why, I couldn’t really tell you. Maybe it was because of how much she’d gone through in her life – losing her family and homeworld at a young age, fighting in a rebellion against her own father, and being forced to put her life on the line when head-hunters were after her children. Maybe it was because of how much she loved and cherished her family, and would literally die for them if it meant they lived just one more day for it. Or maybe it was a combination of her love for her family and her strength of character. Leia was the strongest person I knew – stronger even than Anakin – and if I managed to be even half as strong as she was when I was her age, I’d know I’d lived a life to be proud of. I grinned at her, my lips quivering with the effort it took to keep my emotions in check. Crying was out of the question for me at this point. My make-up was flawless – thanks, in large part, to Tionne – and I wanted to keep it that way; at least, until Anakin had seen me in all my ivory grandeur. Then I could cry like a blubbering idiot for the rest of the wedding, if I wanted to. So long as my husband-to-be saw me at my beautiful best, that was all that mattered. I gave Leia a loose hug (so as not to catch my cluster of gems on her own satin ensemble) and lightly kissed her cheek as she gave me a gently kiss on the forehead. She looked me over with soft eyes, taking in every inch of my radiant, bridal body: from the tips of my ivory heels to the glittering veil on top of my head. “My son is the luckiest man in the galaxy,” she breathed. “Next to Mr. Solo, of course,” I amended with a wink. She smiled at this and let out an airy sort of giggle. “Yes,” Leia agreed. “The Solo men certainly have a knack for choosing extraordinary women: Han chose me, an Alderaanian princess and rebel leader; Jacen chose Tenel Ka, Queen of Hapes; and Anakin chose you, the most extraordinary of them all.” Her hand stroked my cheek as tenderly as if I were a newborn baby. I bit my bottom lip to stop it from shaking. “I’m so glad you’re finally going to be part of our family,” Leia whispered, her hand still softly stroking my face. “I’ve thought of you as my daughter for such a long time, but today it’s going to be official; and I couldn’t be more happy or proud.” That was all it took. I was crying. As soon as Leia had finished her speech, I felt the warm sensation of two long, fat tears rolling down my perfectly made-up face. I laughed through the flood of emotion, wiping the tears away with the backs of my hands. When I next looked up, I saw that Leia was wiping away her own tears, dabbing at her eyes with a delicate pastel pink handkerchief. Her lips quirked at me beneath the square of fabric. “Look at us!” she exclaimed. “Crying like a pair of girls!” Her following laugh was just as light as before, and I soon found myself joining in with her, unable to stop as my laughter interspersed with my crying. We certainly were a sight. When Jaina came in to announce that it was time to go a few minutes later, I wasn’t surprised to see the brief flash of alarm that flittered over her face as she took our in blotchy-eyed appearances. I batted away her concerned probing in the Force, assuring her that nothing terrible had happened and that everything was ok. “Tahiri will be out in a minute,” Leia told her daughter. After Jaina had left to go back to the assembly hall next door, Leia smoothed down my veil and adjusted the fall of my train. Her fingers lingered on a small curl of hair that had fallen out of my up-do during my bout of tears a few moments ago. With the warmth only a mother could possess, she tucked the strand behind my ear, giving the latter a loving squeeze. “Come on,” she said. “We don’t want to keep your husband waiting.” Husband! My heart soared at the word! In less than an hour, my biggest dream would become a reality: Anakin Solo would be my husband at long last. If it weren’t for my already partially ruined make-up, I’d start to cry again. As I got closer to the entrance of the hall, Leia peeled off and disappeared behind a small, antique wooden door, leaving me standing alone in the wide, scarlet-carpeted hallway. I was suddenly nervous. It felt like a herd of rancors were trampling up and down in my stomach, leaving large, fiery tracks in their wake. Before I had a chance to get my nerves in check, the large, double doors opened in front of me, revealing a packed hall and over one hundred pairs of eyes all trained on me. I gulped, reminding myself to breath. Instinctively, my eyes travelled up the plush carpet of the aisle, all the way to the very end, where my darling, soon-to-be-husband would be waiting for me. My breath froze in my lungs, and I swear my heart stopped beating as my gaze came to the end of the aisle and met... nothing... nothing but empty air! I started to panic. Where was Anakin? I wanted to scream, but I didn’t dare; all eyes were still trained intently on me in my dream gown. I had to keep my cool, even if every part of me was screaming on the inside. All of a sudden, every pair of staring eyes turned away from me and flickered to the front; to the exact position my own gaze was still frantically searching for signs of Anakin. I gasped in spite of myself, and took an involuntary step forward. The space where Anakin should have been standing was no longer empty, but it wasn’t Anakin that had moved into place. “Jysella?” I called uncertainly, my forehead creasing in confusion. The figure I’d guessed was Jysella Horn looked me in the eye and lurched towards me with disturbing speed. In a matter of seconds, she was standing directly in front of me, and I was able to see her more clearly. My eyes widened and I shuddered as I really saw her: her too-white skin, sunken eyes with irises as black as night, and robed arms that stretched out at me in a way that suggested she wanted to rip the flesh from my bones. I screamed a loud, guttural cry as she pitched forward again, her grasping hands latching onto my beautiful dress and tugging down hard, tearing the satin and lace from my skirt and leaving behind the tattered remains of a former masterpiece. What was going on? Where was Anakin, what was Jysella doing here, and more importantly, why wasn’t anyone stopping her? I cried out again as Jysella knocked into me, sending me toppling over onto my back. She leant over me, a curtain of dark hair falling over one pale, exposed shoulder like a waterfall, and smiled. Her teeth were as soft as ivory japor, her gums as dark as blood. I was helpless, and found I could no longer scream. My voice was gone, no one was going to save me, and all I could do was lie there and stare up at Jysella, waiting for her to do her worst. She hissed at me, the sound low in her pallid throat, and then spoke; the same phrase, over and over again, like an echo. A ghostly, horrible echo. “Why didn’t you save me, Tahiri? Why didn’t you save me? Why didn’t you save me, Tahiri? Why didn’t you save me?” I woke up screaming, beads of perspiration rolling down my neck and back. Clutching at my pounding chest, I took a number of long, deep breaths, desperate to re-fill my burning lungs with precious air. As I fought to control myself, I gave my surroundings a thorough once-over, taking in the square shadow of my wardrobe, the illuminated square of window to my left, and the four blurred red digits above my bedside table – my 24-hour alarm clock. I groaned in relief. I was in my bedroom, in my Coruscant apartment, and I was alone. It had only been a dream: a nightmare, actually. But at least I knew that whatever it had been, it wasn’t reality. My sight lost its fuzziness, and I was able to read the time on the clock properly. 0245 I flopped back down on my pillows and licked at my lips. They were dry and cracked, and my throat was parched. It felt like I’d swallowed a stick of fire whole. I groaned again, rubbing at my sleep-logged eyes. I’d only been asleep for just over two standard hours, and in less than four, I was due to meet Anakin at the main hanger. This was just what I needed; to be suffering from severe sleep deprivation right before I had to escort a reckless Jedi to his family’s ship, which was hovering somewhere near the outer atmosphere of Kashyyyk. It wouldn’t do to dwell on any of that now. Right now, I needed to soothe my dry throat. It was still burning. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the half glass of water next to the bed, lifting it in an invisible grasp with relative ease, given how exhausted I was. The glass hovered in mid-air for a moment, and then slowly started to glide its way towards me. Eyes still closed, I opened my mouth a fraction, and with a flick of my wrist, a slow trickle of water began to feed itself onto my waiting tongue. I was feeling particularly lazy at this early hour of the morning. Once my throat was covered in the soothing effects of the cool water, my mind was no longer diverted by the petty irritation, and quickly drifted back to the events of the dream. The more I tried to block the memory, the faster it swam to the surface, Jysella’s ghostly, haunted face leering up at me from a sea of shredded satin: my wedding dress. Without even really knowing why, I was crying; thick, hot streams of salty tears cascading down the panes of my face. In a matter of seconds, I was crying so hard that I could scarcely breathe, my body racked with painful, gasping sobs. This is ridiculous, Tahiri! I told myself sternly. You’re stronger than this! But no matter what I did, the sobs kept coming, my breath rattling harshly against my ribcage. I fisted my bed sheets in an effort to control the pain in my chest; but it was pointless. With no other options but to ride the wave of emotion out, I curled up in a tight ball, my hands hugging my knees, and rocked. The entire time, Jysella’s hungry, pitch black eyes were all that I could see. 0456. My crying had finally subsided. I felt sluggish and weak, like I couldn’t move even if I really wanted to: my legs were cramped from being balled up for so long, and my arms felt limp and rubbery, too heavy to truly belong to my body. The dream still lingered in my mind, but it was easier to dispel than before. All that was left in its place was a muted feeling of unease, a thick black lump that I was sure would continue to rest in my stomach and at the edges of my consciousness, until this business with Jysella and the strange robed men was over and done with. I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. I had just over an hour until I was due to meet Anakin. A few more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt. 0612. Kriff! Stupid alarm not going off when it was supposed to! I cursed, as I flung my legs over the side of the bed, my head woozy from sleep. I rubbed at my eyes and tilted my head from side-to-side, stretching the taut muscles in my neck. I gasped in pain as I found a tight spot, and reached over with one hand to massage it. Every muscle felt tender and wrong. I envisioned that this was what it would feel like to be trampled by a pack of Garrals. A sobering thought, compared to the rest that were swirling around in my addled mind. Resigning myself to the fact that I was never going to be in perfect shape for this trip, I picked up my robe from its home on the floor and rushed into the nearby ‘fresher. I desperately needed to get organised. I was now running very late! A quick glance in the wall mirror told me that I’d need to do something about my hair before I even thought about leaving the building. My blonde curls were in disarray: one half was reasonably flat on my head, but the other was clumped together in a matt that could rival an Ewok’s. I grimaced. This would need water and a lather of soap to fix. I really didn’t have the time for it, but I was chaperone for my poster-boy fiancé. He’d just have to wait a little bit longer. Perfection took time. Fifteen minutes later, I was dried and dressed, and giving myself an appraising once-over in my wardrobe mirror. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection. I was certainly far from reaching perfection – my skin had lost its gentle tan, there were red rings around my eyes from next to no sleep, and my hair had somehow lost its usual bounce since I’d washed it – but it was a definite improvement on before, so it would have to do. I levitated the equipment bag I’d hastily packed the night before and swung it in the direction of the open entryway. I grabbed the long travelling cloak I’d borrowed from Jaina for my last mission on my way out the door, pushing my arms through the too-long sleeves as I walked. I caught sight of my reflection in the glass of a neighbouring window and froze, one arm half extended, the end of a grey sleeve hanging limply in the still air. For a moment, the image of a pale, spindly hand reaching out flashed through my mind. Jysella. Why didn’t you save me, Tahiri? Why didn’t you save me? The sound of her voice was so clear and vivid in my head that it was almost like Jysella Horn was in the room with me; but that was crazy, right? I spun around quickly, just in case, searching for any evidence that might indicate Jysella was nearby. There was nothing. I let out a small chuckle of relief. My arm still sat in the sleeve, bent at the elbow. With another short snigger and a shake of my head, I pushed the stationary limb all the way through. It was ridiculous. I was afraid of a shadow; not even a shadow, really, but the after-effects of a nightmare that shouldn’t bother me nearly this much. Something on my leg started vibrating and beeping, and I jumped about three foot in the air. I rolled my eyes at my own nonsensicality, and pulled back a corner of the grey cloak. My comm was ringing. I should have known. Two fast clicks of the side button, and the incoming call was connected. I spoke into the mouth piece. “Tahiri Veila.” A blast of static followed my voice, and then the reply came through, somewhat crackly. “Tahiri, I’m glad I caught you!” Even though there was a lot of interference on the line, I could pick the voice a mile off. It was Master Skywalker, and he sounded as relieved as I’d felt mere seconds ago. “Master Skywalker! I know I’m late; I was just on my way to the hanger now.” There was a pause, in which I winced, waiting for his reprimand. It never came. “Look, Tahiri, I don’t have much time, but I need you to do something for me.” Again? I was escorting a suspended Jedi – who just happened to be the most reckless of the entire Order, and, oh yeah, my fiancé – what more could they possibly need? I didn’t say any of that, of course. Instead, I said: “Shoot.” “I was wondering if you could alter the flight path we gave you yesterday; just by a few days or so. We’d really appreciate it if you could.” I could hear tension in Master Skywalker’s voice, and I didn’t like it. I needed more information. “Why?” I asked, not bothering to hide the suspicion in my tone. Even with the static, I was sure the Grand Master would pick it up. There was another pause, longer this time, as if Master Skywalker was weighing up just how much he should tell me. Finally, his soft tone cut through the on-going crackle. “We’ve had a lead on the kidnapping case. It seems our friends are hosting another Jedi Tryout on Commenor in three days’ time. I’ve already sent a team of Jedi to investigate, but I don’t want Anakin tempted to take action of his own, and since your allocated flight path runs –“ “I understand, Master Skywalker,” I said, cutting him off. He was asking me to divert the course away from Commenor. It was done easily enough. “Thank you, Tahiri. I knew I could trust you. Tell my nephew that I want him to contact me en route to the Falcon.” “I will. May the Force by with you, Master.” “And you, Tahiri.” I clicked off my comm. So, the Jedi had found a new lead, one that would hopefully lead them to Jysella Horn. I frowned. Jysella’s pleading question floated around in my thoughts once more. Why didn’t you save me, Tahiri? Why didn’t you save me? I had a big decision to make. -----signature----- Solar Eclipse - Twilight/SW X-Over: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28626695/p1/?0 And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. - A Poison Tree, William Blake.
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