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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/2 10:37am Subject: The Day's Prey (post-Legacy/OCs) Week 2: Mending relations - A/N 7/28/08 - Date Edited: 7/28 3:29am (14 edits total) Edited By: Aleria
	Author: Aleria Timeframe: ca. 170 ABY Characters: OCs Genre: action, drama Keywords: OC, future Summary: After Darth Krayt’s Sith Empire has fallen, the Galaxy tries to rebuild itself. A new leader has risen to the throne, the Jedi start resurfacing from their exile and the scattered Sith scramble for their lairs. In the middle, Bendak Tawr just tries to live his life. Big deal he happens to be a Mandalorian Force-user… Notes: WIP. This will be an on-going story. For how long it will last, I don’t yet know. I have a plan for the start but after that I’ll make it up as I go. The main idea is that I will write this daily. Each day you’ll get a new post, something that continues the story. Since even my time is limited most of the chapters will be short, some might be even ridiculously concise. If I for some reason happen to skip a day, I’ll try to pay it back with a longer chapter or two posts in one day. If this manages to seize enough interest, I’ll start a “Theme of the Week” enquiry. That means that after each Friday’s post, you can PM me with your wish for the next week’s theme. I’ll use the first one I get. If there are more than one reader with a theme in mind, two consecutive themes will not be by the same person. Since the posting schedule I’ll strive to retain is so dense, there will be no PM list for updates. However, I can start a Notice List if some of you readers so wish. To those on the list, I’ll send a Notice PM when there is a predictable gap in posting coming up. The PMs will also contain the probable date of the next post. Posting starts on Monday July 7th. ~~~~ “I am no Sith, nor a Jedi,” he snarled. “Then what are you?” the ignorant Moff probed. His arrogance was starting to falter as the menacing bulk of a man in front of him wouldn’t waver. Sneering, Bendak stared down the shrinking man. The predatory glint in his insolently light blue eyes blazed and a blatant smirk spread across his hardened features. “You’re the categorizer. You tell me.” ~~~~ So, what do you think? Notice List: THE_EVIL_CLIFFIE -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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Tahi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/2 4:02pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) COMING UP!
	Hi Aleria, count me in. My padawan has spiked my interest in Darth Krayt, so it would be cool to see a story written after his time. I also like OC stories, so this looks interesting. -----signature----- Anahiri #6 http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/18446448/p33 The magazine for A/T fans Many Happy Returns http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/11018706/p81/?2011 Master to THE_PIED_PIPER
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/3 9:32am Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) COMING UP!
	Tahi: Glad to see you're interested! I'm currently reading the Broken and Claws of the Dragon TPBs and they've certainly grabbed my attention and admiration. I got the idea of a daily updated story already about a month ago, but the realization of making it a post-Legacy only hit me last weekend after I bought CotD... This will be almost completely an OC story, so I hope you'll stay intrigued! -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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Jag4Me Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 7/3 10:29am Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) COMING UP!
	Hey! This is going to be fun! I'll be in here reading along of couse. -----signature----- "Jag4Me, the queen of the Forum Feud Flirt " - Inty "When facing a desperate situation dress with dash." - Archy McNally Get in here and chat up soundtracks! http://boards.theforce.net/the_amphitheatre/b10382/29017470/p1/?19
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/6 11:03am Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) COMING UP!
	Jag4Me: Hey yourself! I'm excited about your enthusiasm, it's certainly encouraging! And it seems you're my regular reader. Hope to see you back because... ~~~*~ Daily posting starts tomorrow! -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/7 9:10pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - IT HAS BEGUN!
	Took a little longer to get this first part out than expected, but it did make it during the promised day. And so it has begun... ~~~~ Week 1: The Beginning This again?* Bendak Tawr’s patience was running thin. Sweat trickled down his body, drizzling his rigid muscles and drenching the envirosuit under his armour. His confined limbs felt swollen and unusually clumsy in the heat surrounding him. The humidly acrid air he breathed irritated his throat and seemed to try to suffocate him. But he had to deal with it since, because of the high level of hydrogen sulfide in the air, taking the sealed helmet off simply wasn’t a healthy option. The man’s strained eyes slowly studied the device before him. It was surprisingly small for its purpose, but of course it didn’t need to be much to cause widely spread havoc in that atmosphere. Sleek and plain on the outside, the casing hid a devastating power in its core. It all looked just adequately made and simple, the bounty hunter’s only warning of nasty tricks was the dangerous bristle at the back of his neck. Loyal to the nature of his legacy, he had always loved a good hunt. This particular one was getting just a little ridiculous. Sure, he had expected some challenging dead ends and thrived on the multitude of traps left waiting for him as his prey had somehow become aware of his chase. Bendak had never thought this one to be an easy catch, but it now seemed his ways of gathering Intel had become undependable. This was yet another blasting piece of evidence about it. The whole situation had flipped around, suddenly making him the one being hunted. At the back of his mind, he thought he could hear vengeful laughter starting quietly. “Shabiir ibic!” * he grumbled at himself as the irony of the situation aggravated him. He had never been a wonder at tinkering with fragile, much less unstable, objects. He’d always made sure there was someone else around to deal with those trivial mechanic puzzles. This time though, getting that help wasn’t an option, even had his pride allowed it. Still he had to try. His hands still steady under the familiar and exalted pressure as Bendak unscrewed the tiny bolts holding the device’s shield plate in place. He slowly lifted the durasteel piece from its place, his squinting eyes roamed over the core and wiring inside the casing. It all looked so deceptively logical, a definite mark for any amateur to back off and run. To him it was just a chance to try his luck, so with a shrug and a twitch at the corner of his eye, he yanked a wire free. For a moment nothing happened. Then flashing red lights pulled his attention to the timer mounted right beside the deadly core. The digits blinked a couple of times before settling into a steadily decreasing number – 120 standard seconds and counting. Now he was in a hurry. In too short a time, this place was going to rival Mustafar. Wincing inside his helmet, Bendak forced his stiff limbs to move in an instant. The heavy armour had taken a toll on him during the futile search for his prey. His heat stricken muscles ached as the shrieking plates of beskar grinded together around him. Twisting around he started away from the mutely ticking device, his augmented strength pushing the wrecked body to its limits. “Run the pre-flight sequences, fast!” Bendak hissed into his helmet’s comlink as his exhausted legs thrust him closer to the open air lock of his waiting ship. A soft, exasperated sigh slithered into his ears and almost made him smirk behind his visor. But the joke was still on them and the laughter in his mind was only getting stronger. “Now, Nareli!” This was going to be close. . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1! ) “Screw this up!” or something like that. I used Wookieepedia’s Mando’a article for the words, the grammar is still a mystery for me. If someone knows whether that line needs correcting, please educate me! To be continued...* -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/7 9:22pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - IT HAS BEGUN!
	This looks to be an interesting story. Can't wait to see more. I love the heavy posting too! woot! Great job! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! 9-19-08 - Best Bloody Day of the Year! Savvy? - http://www.limestrong.com/ Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/9 5:27pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - IT HAS BEGUN!
	Sab: Glad you like! Hope you'll stay intrigued. So, I had a blunder with the posting schedule right for the start: my internet connection decided to act up yesterday and wouldn't let me enter any part of JC Forums. Thus, the post got postponed until now. This means there'll be two updates today, the second post will follow in a couple of hours. Sorry for the mishap! Thanks to jadesabre75 for proofreading these first few posts! ~~~~ . . . Kaboom!* A weirdly soft, booming sound erupted from behind him. It confused the outer sound-receptors of Bendak’s high-tech helmet, causing a scraping squeal right beside his ears. He winced at the uncooperative electronics. Leaping for the air lock he let out a harrowing growl, knowing the deadly wall of flame was furiously washing over the ground. Swelling from its origin, the flaming sea claimed the lifeless earth, soared high through the air and whooshed after him. “Shields up! Bring them up!” Bendak roared into his helmet’s build-in comlink just as he hit the inside of the small chamber with a loud crash. Ignoring the aching of his stiff and beat up muscles, he instantly forced himself up and reached for the air lock’s controls. His heart thundering under the beskar plate, he locked and sealed the hatch, starting the re-pressurizing an instant later. Slumping heavily onto the floor, he leant back against the hatch – the thin barrier between him and certain purgatory. He smashed his gauntleted fist against the deck and wondered if any of the Corellian hells even got close to what he was barely fleeing from. He drew a deep and irritating gulp of foul smelling air, brazing himself for the get-away run. His bruised ego needed all the reinforcement he could muster. That’s when the shock wave hit them, its bursting force rocking the ship dangerously. He could hear screeching from around the hull as the bloodthirsty wind of blaze tore at the Tal’tracyn. Immediately imagining the damage, it ripped at his heart as fear for their cargo washed over him. But the shrieking freighter held itself together in the inferno, the shields enveloping it into a quivering pocket of fleeting safety. “Get us out of here,” he grumbled behind his still closed visor. The commanding nuance in his voice wasn’t necessary, as the engines roared into life at once. The shaking of the ship increased as they were thrust away from the volcanic ground and through the clouds of flame and dense smoke. Should have named this piece of junk something else… Bendak thought snidely. A bloody veil of fire engulfing the freighter, eating at the delicate modifications he had enhanced the ship’s suitability for his line of work with, wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. “Come on baby… no more irony!” he muttered hoarsely as a previously restrained breath wheezed out of him. “You ought to know better than that… darling!” came a melodic voice through the com. It was shortly followed by a chuckle, sounding far too light-hearted for the situation. But it didn’t fool him - it was just a well-rehearsed act coating the intense concentration that flooded through the whole ship from the cockpit. “Sweetie, not today!” Bendak shot back crudely. He had been laughed upon enough for one day. A green light flickered on by the inner hatch of the air lock, the chamber had completed its pressurizing process. His short rest was over, now it was time to regain control. All control, he figured and shut out the still haunting, insanely intriguing laughter in his mind. Grudgingly he stood up and opened the hatch. A soft whiz of air ran through the widening gap. The brooding man stepped out of the small space he’d been confined in and with long, heavy strides headed towards the cockpit. He pressed his feet firmly against the trembling deck, trying his best to decrease the unannounced odds of tumbling down as the ship quaked. His footsteps pounding against the metallic grids spreading over the deck, he reached his destination. He stormed right up to the front of the cockpit and crashed his backside into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t his place and sitting there felt weird and wrong – like he was expendable – but it had to do for the ride out of the havoc they’d left behind on the ground. As his throbbing eyes finally gazed upon the soothing darkness of space, Bendak finally cleared his sore throat. “So, what’s the death toll?” To be continued... -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/9 5:54pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/9/08
	I love the flavor of your writing. It's different, I can't say how it just is. I like it though. Can't wait to see who his co-pilot is. LOL They sound like fun. Great job! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! 9-19-08 - Best Bloody Day of the Year! Savvy? - http://www.limestrong.com/ Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/9 7:11pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - DOUBLE Update 7/9/08
	Sab: That's good to hear. I hope you like the co-pilot! Thank you! Here's the second post of the day. Next part tomorrow night! ~~~~ Limria Nareli was a fascinating woman – and an attractive one at that. Her faintly peachy white skin was smooth and the nearly black hair surrounding her Zabrak horns curled into messy ringlets casually pinned up at the back of her head. The slightly grease-stained flightsuit she wore hugged her feminine curves snugly, and the natural ease with which she bore it could have intrigued any male in the galaxy. At that moment, her deep blue eyes roamed over the controls of the ship in quick sweeps. She tallied all the alerts of system failures around the freighter and nimbly flicked switches to amend some of their immediate problems. “Shields are down to 13,7 percent strength, our navigation computer got singed, there’s a hydraulic leak from the second portside engine and the air lock hatch you used got overheated so you probably don’t want to use it again,” Nareli reported casually as she returned her full attention to actually flying the vehicle. She was a great mechanic, able to deliver practically every modification Bendak had asked for his ship, but her being co-pilot of the Tal’tracyn* had always been more of a fancy title than anything else. “That’s it?” the bounty hunter probed humorously, snorting at the plain tone of her voice. She acted as if the damage to the ship was nothing too drastic. “Well, then there are some other minor malfunctions, but those would just bounce from your mercenary head before reaching any comprehending organs…” she teased him. A stiff grin curled her full lips as a hollow sigh whistled from inside his helmet. “Oh, you might have to replace that ion canon too, since this one’s gonna start shooting backwards.” The last piece of news was enough to tear a low growl from him. He’d used most of their last profits into getting that canon, spending ages supervising its installing and endured hours of ‘mechanic talk’ raining at him as his partner had celebrated such a wonderful challenge. Now he’d have to go through all that again, and it certainly wasn’t a happy thought. The repairs would tax their assets, yet again leaving a gaping hole into their cred accounts. They’d need parts, not to mention intoxicants to get him through it. And it would postpone the hunt. Bendak didn’t like it, not with the burden of vengeance weighing down on him. Slowly reaching his crushgaunt covered hands up to each side of his head, he turned off the suits life-support system and unsealed the rim. As he raised the golden yellow helmet, his light blue eyes squeezed shut for a couple of seconds. His roughly handsome features twisted in a deep scowl while he reached out with his mind, attempting to once more track down their prey. He was still there. Watching them, toying with them. This had become a mere game for the kriffing exile, a race to build a trap so marvelous and witty that the adversary couldn’t outrun it. But to Bendak it was personal, now more than ever. No one, not even a lowly Sith, was going to humiliate him that way - make him so scared that he, for a vanishing while, forgot what he was doing. And for that the dar’jetii would pay a heavy price. “How’s the cargo?” he asked absentmindedly, already knowing the answer. A wavering shadow passed over Nareli’s face at the question. From her seat next to him, she stole a calculating glace at the bounty hunter. All humour was quickly gone from her features, replaced by a faintly denouncing and determinate expression. She had nothing to tell him. To be continued... -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/9 7:24pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - DOUBLE Update 7/9/08
	Love her! LOL Awesome OC's! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! 9-19-08 - Best Bloody Day of the Year! Savvy? - http://www.limestrong.com/ Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/10 8:38pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/10/08
	Sab: Glad to hear! Here's a bit more of her. Cyn's back as the beta and here's the next part! Remember to tell me if you want me to start that Notice List, it might be useful very soon. ~~~~ Bendak sighed at the look on the mechanic’s face. They’d already been over this, hadn’t they? He couldn’t understand why the woman just wouldn’t let it go and figure out her own actions instead of trying to program his. Why should their cargo bother her, it wasn’t even hers to worry about. After all, he was dealing with it. Somehow. He was just about to give her yet another curt explanation, when Nareli stopped him short. “This is just gonna get worse, isn’t it?” she enquired sombrely. Bendak frowned in his thoughts but didn’t respond - she needed to form her own conclusions or they’d only get dismantled like almost every weapon on the ship before looked upon as a whole. She ground her teeth for a few heartbeats, gathering her resolve. “Perhaps we should let this hunt go, pick health over wealth…” That must have been hard to say!* Bendak thought amusedly. He hadn’t known the determined co-pilot ever to turn down a load of creds, no matter what the job required. With a raised brow, he glared at her and knew she’d eventually surrender her real reasoning. He could certainly predict what it would be. “I mean, I haven’t even had a chance to tear apart an Imperial TIE fighter yet!” she exclaimed as her white skinned hands held a death grip at the yoke of the ship. Nervously, she nibbled at her upper lip and the corners of her furiously concentrating eyes twitched. There was no way she could fool him anymore, even if she learned to hide those betraying features. “Aye, this is all about the kriffing Fel’s soaring fireworks,” Bendak snarled, his dismissive tone echoing through the suddenly mute cockpit. They were both silent for a long while. As the Tal’tracyn limped towards the edge of the star system, the contemplating Zabrak plotted them a reasonable route and calculated their first hyperspace jump. They wouldn’t be able to go through many of those without risking complete failure of the freighter, Bendak knew that much. But even if they didn’t constantly comprehend each other, he still trusted Nareli to get them back to relative civilization in one piece. Finally keying their course into the hyperdrive computer, she released her grasp from the yoke and shot the ship into a swirling tunnel of light. Now they’d only have to wait the time out, and she clearly wasn’t ready to give up her objective. Instead she swivelled around in the pilot’s seat to face his petrified profile and pulled her legs against her chest for imagined safety as her arms draped around her knees. “Maybe this hunt really isn’t worth it. Not jeopardizing everything just to go on a limp so you’d get your revenge, especially now after we’ve already retrieved what he’d taken,” Nareli started tentatively in her attempt at talking some sense into the battle-hardened Mandalorian. But Bendak simply sat frozen at his place. His still gloved hands had curled into menacing fists and a furious scowl distorted his strained features as a flame ignited in his orbs. It only managed to drive the foolishly daring woman further. “If you insist on pursuing the freakin’ lunatic right now, you’re endangering more than us. You ought to know that! Continuing the hunt with the…” she carried on her reprimand but never got to finish. “It’s complicated!” Bendak growled at her and his fists crashed violently onto the shuddering armrests of the seat. The explosive burst gave Nareli a gasping start and her delicate, long fingers squeezed around the tightly wrapped legs she was crushing against herself. All she could let out was “Yeah, seems so…” As a few thundering breaths blew through his flaring nostrils, the bounty hunter’s face contorted slightly. The blare in his icy gaze calmed slowly as he gripped the helmet resting sloped on his lap to occupy his hands before they had another chance to hit something – anything. He wouldn’t look at the quietly waiting woman beside him, hearing too much reason in her arguments. But he just couldn’t rest easy before the sinister pest had been dealt with. His unrelenting foe had gotten too close to wrecking what he held most dear. Decisively standing up from the seat, Bendak strode out of the cockpit and left Nareli blandly looking after his retreating back. He had to see that everything was relatively fine, just feeling it still wasn’t enough. To be continued... -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/10 8:43pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/10/08
	Hmmmm. Intriguing. Wonder what the cargo is? Great job!!!! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! 9-19-08 - Best Bloody Day of the Year! Savvy? - http://www.limestrong.com/ Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/11 6:02pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/11/08 - Date Edited: 7/12 9:24pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Aleria
	Sab: Thanks! There's a bit of a revelation in today's update! Hopefully it'll be a surprise... Here's the first Friday post! The mood changes a little, and the cargo... Hope you like! And since it really is Friday now, I'll open the Theme of the Week enquiry. The next week's theme awaits to be suggested. If you have an idea or something specific you'd like to read and learn about during the week, send me a PM. First one gets the honour to be explored! ~~~~ The thoughts swirling in his mind too fast to keep track of, Bendak stomped through the narrow halls of the freighter. His stiff armour creaked around his body as he moved towards the back of the ship. He’d have to oil it soon, or using it while hunting would belay all his efforts at creeping up on his prey stealthily. As he reached the turn to the small crew cabins and behind then the cargo hold, the tiredly contemplating bulk of a man slowed his pace and finally halted completely. He was plainly too vexed to go through the door. If he did, it would only end up causing more damage than he could afford. Just by being his usual hotheaded self he might break something so fragile. The situation was still all too new to him. He didn’t know how to react to such a threat, to what was so completely his. Maybe he would learn in time, but it didn’t help him right then. Gazing at the door as if trying to see trough it, Bendak stood frozen for a confusing eternity. He was wavering and the always hated feeling bothered him. Having such doubts weigh upon him in battle would do nothing but get him slaughtered. If it could find him now, how could he ever be certain he’d be able to keep it at bay when it mattered most? A mixture of a deep, throaty sigh and an aggravated growl made his head tremble. His neck muscles were so tense, each heartbeat felt like someone had constantly been punching his trachea. Slowly turning around, he slouched into the passenger lounge he’d just passed and headed straight to the always well-stocked refreshment cabinet. Rummaging through the diverse bottles and boxes, the man reached for a small, almost empty carafe with rare and richly coloured whisky swirling at the bottom. Bendak poured the last drops of the liquid into a ridiculously small glass and slumped heavily into the still too puffy coatings on the bench lining against the small salon’s wall. He almost buried his wide nose into the glass, letting the intoxicating flavour of its smell sweep over his senses. Perhaps it didn’t quite clarify his thoughts, but the soft tinkling in his nasal cavity and then feeling the numbing drink trickle down his throat certainly slowed the dizzying storm in his mind. The decision he was going to have to make tore at him. He had to keep pursuing the infuriating arrogant Sith, but protecting what he now had with him after all his waiting and dreading was something he couldn’t let go. Any rationally thinking sentient would have told him he simply couldn’t do both tasks at the same time, and that the choice should be an easy one. Nareli had tried - and failed time and again. How could he explain, that depriving the world of this particular menace was crucial to keep his precious burden safe? The drink didn’t give him an answer, it never had. What it did do, was assure him that sitting where he was wouldn’t make a difference one way or another. He had to go where his instincts had already been taking him. That was the only reasonable place for him then, only there might he be needed until they reached the time of their next jump. So as he placed the drained glass on the counter by the carafe, Bendak walked up to the door of his cabin. He gave let out a calming sigh and palmed the controls before stepping into the waiting near darkness. Trying not to make one disturbing sound, he carefully removed the chest and back plates of the yellow grey armour and set them on the deck by the storage locker. He stepped to the wide bunk at the far corner of the room and slowly sat down on its edge. His blue eyes, relaxed in the faint glow of a lone, dimmed glowrod, drifted over the small form lying under a thin blue blanket. All of his concerns faded away for a few tranquil moments, as the hunter gazed upon the softly waving honey blond hair and a delicate button nose. To be continued...* -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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jadesabre75 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/11 9:19pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/11/08 - Date Edited: 7/11 9:19pm (1 edits total) Edited By: jadesabre75
	Uh...so didn't see that coming. LOL Now is it his or.....hmmmmm. The possiblities. Great job! -----signature----- Stories are in my bio! Have at it! 9-19-08 - Best Bloody Day of the Year! Savvy? - http://www.limestrong.com/ Lucky Member of the Jagateers: Jagateer of the Imperial Red Swim Trunks
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Aleria Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/12 9:24pm Subject: RE: The Day's Prey (Future Fic/OCs) Week 1: The Beginning - Update 7/12/08
	Sab: Good, a big surprise then. All will be revealed in due time. Thanks! Tonight's update. You can still send me a theme suggestion for next week if you have an idea. ~~~~ He slipped back and forth through restless dreams, drifting in and out of wary slumber. Sitting slumped on the bunk by the sleeping little girl, his back resting heavily against the wall and his head leaning stiffly towards his left shoulder, Bendak lost track of time. He might have been silently waiting there for barely an hour, but just as easily he could have thought it to have been days. He needed rest, cursing his wavering conscience for not letting him be in peace. Suddenly he flinched, abruptly completely awake from his idle doze. Soft alarms were sounding in the hall outside the door. They had just reverted back to normal space. He could imagine Nareli in the cockpit, carefully turning the freighter around and deftly keying their next coordinates into the computer. Bendak straightened his back and stretching taut muscles. Slowly he rose up to his numb feet. As an awkward hint of a smile grazed his thin lips, his gaze once more found the soft features of the fragile girl. He leaned forward slightly and let a calloused finger caress her round cheek like a feather. He still couldn’t understand how such a little gesture could make his throat constrict and his heart skip a beat. The girl stirred at his touch and he pulled his hand back, afraid to alarm her. Her eyes fluttered in a lingering dream and opened just a hint. He knew she wasn’t quite awake yet, that she’d easily drift back to the sweetly naïve unconsciousness if he let her. It would be far easier for her to sleep until they had safely arrived at their destination, she wouldn’t have to fret over his inattentiveness towards everything else but the hunt. So he shushed softly at her, letting it soothe her back to slumber. The sound felt weird to him when he made it that… tender. But it worked, and with a content sigh, she fell asleep once more. Pulling his strongly built torso straight again, Bendak yawned widely, a deep groan grumbling from his throat. Leaving his armour lying where he’d left it, he left the cabin and headed back towards the cockpit. He took his time, he didn’t want to rush back in after the last episode. Even though the thought gnawed at him, he still wasn’t ready to admit to Nareli that she actually might be right. It was his life after all, the decisions he made should at least appear to be completely his. As he finally stepped over the cockpit’s threshold, he saw the beautiful Zabrak woman sitting on her usual place. She was curled into the co-pilot’s seat he had occupied a few hours earlier, reading yet another manual on TIE fighter maintenance and reconstruction. She had already taken the ship back to hyperspace, thrusting them into another jump. She looked calm and relatively comfortable, but when she noticed him coming quietly beside, her jaw stiffened. Probably doesn’t even realize…* Bendak thought solemnly as he sat down into his familiar pilot’s seat. It took a moment for his strained body to find that perfect position against the moulded cushions, but a relieved sigh escaped him when he found it. This was his haven, nothing bad could happen when he was the monarch on that throne. They sat there in silence, thoughts flying in circles. After a moment Nareli couldn’t hold back anymore. She took a deep breath and spoke carefully. “After this jump, maybe we should…” Bendak just shook his head. He knew she was right, sooner or later he would have to oblige her. It needed to be done but somewhere in the back of his mind a small, pleading voice begged him. It wasn’t that time yet. “Not tonight. Just… not tonight,” was all he could answer. To be continued... -----signature----- Burden of the Throne - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28365918/p1/?0 Liaison to the House of Fel of the Corellian FC "You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." - Han
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