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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 10/9/08 7:57am Subject: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	(This was written as a Birthday 'fic for Evie. Her birthday was actually a couple of days ago, but I made her beta it before I posted it to the boards. I know you don't normally make the Birthday Kid do any work, but I think she enjoyed it. Happy Birthday, Evie!! ) *** Having Fun There were, Kyp Durron reflected, some serious pleasures to be found in destroying things. The third droid spun around in front of him, red laser-sword blade slashing close. He blocked with his own lightsaber, then wrenched the tangled weapons to one side, using the Force to overpower and overload the robot’s servos. Sparks flew into the air in front of him, but he just shifted the blade to chop the robot’s arms off above the wrist, then raised his own blade and swung for its neck. The robot’s head flew off, leaping up and away to the right, as the skeletal metal body toppled floorwards on the left. Kyp noticed, as he lowered his blade, that the droid’s arms hadn’t been fully severed by his blow. The main struts were cut half through, bent over but not separated, and the lower servos were still trying to work. A little less effort, a different angle, and it would have still had enough control to get its lightsaber into his guts. It had been enough, but only just. He turned, and looked at the two droids squared off behind him, both watching him with calculating robot eyes behind the thrumming energy-edges of their blades. The rapid, jerkily precise adjustments they were making to their posture gave them both a look of nervousness, but they held their gazes and their weapons steady. Kyp felt a twitch, an urge to attack. His lips peeled back, and he restrained it. “That’s enough,” he said, gesturing with one hand to trip the droids’ internal shut-off sensors. Pleasurable as destroying the Jedi Order’s high-spec equipment was, he couldn’t pretend that this was training. And he doubted that Luke would accept it as a valid form of therapy. The droids shifted into neutral poses, their blades disappearing as they shut them away. Kyp shut down his own lightsaber, and fastened it to his belt. Then glanced at the side door as it opened, and a small round man in a technician’s coverall hurried in. “Fixer,” he said, nodding in greeting. “Sorry about the mess.” “Droids are here to get messed up, ain’t they?” the technician grinned. “And I’m here to get them back together.” “Have fun, then,” Kyp said, with a faint smile. “I think I’m going to take a fighter for a spin.” But hiss smile had disappeared by the time he’d finished the sentence, and with it had gone the brief good humour he’d found in random destruction and human interaction. What does the Fixer care about fighters? He asked himself, as he headed for the turbolift, and keyed in the code that would take him to the hangar. What am I, except an idiot with an aptitude for destroying things? The turbolift whisked him away, and he tried not to think about anything at all. There had been a time, not so long ago, when Kyp had owned his own fighters – a series of cutting-edge X-wing prototypes, presented for evaluation and PR purposes by an Incom Corporation anxious to secure the goodwill of the Jedi, and a favourable moral position in the public consciousness. These days, with the Defense Force buying every fighter that the military-industrial complex could produce, Incom didn’t need to bother. And the Jedi had been discouraged from accepting personal gifts like that—or, indeed, from owning things in general. Kyp chose one of the old-fashioned XJ5 fighters waiting on standby at the front of the hangar, rather than the compact, black-hulled, high-tech StealthX that was the favoured plane of the fashionable Jedi Master these days. He preferred the manouvrability of a proper dogfighting plane, and, he supposed, he liked the visibility of the long-nosed, grey-hulled fighter as well. He was tired of skulking around in shadows. But, as he settled into the pilot’s seat, and waited for the authorization to proceed, he forced himself to face up to the real reason for his mood. Jaina. They’d been getting along better in recent months, but he’d gone and forgotten their arrangement to meet for brunch, and to say that she’d been upset had been to put it mildly. He didn’t bother to ask himself why he’d forgotten. It was a combination of losing track of what day of the month they were on, mated with his stubborn unwillingness to keep a proper diary. Whatever. It was a poor excuse, and it didn’t change the mess he’d made. But oh so typically you, he chastised himself, then frowned and scowled some more. It sounded like the sort of thing that Jaina would have said. “And she’d be right,” he said aloud, answering the confirmation from the flight control booth with a terse click on the joystick trigger. He didn’t even bother with the normal lift-off procedure, just popping on the repulsors and folding the skids up in a single perfunctory moment. The trick was to make the X-wing bounce on its anti-gravity fields just above the deck – and the real trick was not to even give the plane the time to bounce. Kyp didn’t. He was already opening the throttles, and streaking straight out of the hangar bay, into the clear blue skies above the vast green parks of central Coruscant. Sunlight flashed off the jagged ranks of skyscrapers beyond the edge of Unity Green, and the same light glanced off the angled glass planes of the cockpit canopy. A moment later, Kyp was flying over the faceted jungle of uptown towers themselves, flying with one hand on the joystick, while he keyed in an authorization for a priority vector out of orbit. A light bleeped green, and he jerked the nose up, then hit the afterburners – and watched as the sky turned dark, and the first stars appeared. In a few moments, he’d left Galactic City far behind him. There was only the night, and the stars were all around him. What am I doing here? he wondered, as he cleared the outer orbits of Coruscant’s moons. He’d rocketed off into space, thinking about Jaina, barely paying attention to where he was going, and not thinking at all about. Jaina. There was no use denying it – though he’d spent the better part of a decade trying. He still had feelings for the girl, and strong ones, too. Not that she’s interested, he thought. Jaina was a friend, and he’d long ago reconciled himself to the awkward combination of loving her, and not wanting a deeper relationship. Not that that really had any bearing on today’s problems, though. I shouldn’t have forgotten about brunch. “How could I be the sort of kriffer who forgets?” he asked himself, frowning because he already knew the answer. It was his inherent flaw, painted in elegant miniature. Fear of being unable to solve a simple problem, fear of letting people down in little things, leading to worse mistakes because of it. And they made me a Jedi Master? he wondered. Luke’s an ass. There was no use wallowing in self-pity, but trying to get away from it just made him blind to his own potential to make mistakes. He might try to trust in the Force, falling back on inspiration, improvization, and the urgent need to fix things he’d left too long undone; but sooner or later, something would bring him crashing back down to earth – something like a silent, implacable gaze from the beautiful Jedi girl – Jedi woman now – called Jaina Solo. She still tried to be his friend, and she still cared enough to tell him when he was letting himself down. That made him feel even more guilty for forgetting, but it also brought him back to the fundamental problem, the basic flaw. Either way he turned, he felt trapped. And then, beyond that, there was the problem of his feelings for her, hard to control, driven by needs that were intensely personal, and which he wasn’t sure he wanted to share with her – desires which he wasn’t sure he had any right to tell her about. Kyp sighed, and then a light flashed on his dashboard – a priority signal being picked up by his communications antennae. Who knows I’m out here? he wondered. But even as he thought that, he knew that the signal wasn’t aimed specifically at him. Activating the speakers in his helmet, a snatch of fragmented chatter crackled in his ears. “… attack from pirates, bearing…” “Arsey, log that signal,” he snapped to the X-wing’s astro-droid, fingers flying over the controls as he spoke. The signal was short-ranged, which meant the caller had to be in-system. Piracy on Galactic City’s doorstep wasn’t something he’d heard much about in recent years, but corsair raiding was still a problem in the busy space-lanes of the Core. He wasn’t really surprised. His own worries fell away, as training and instincts took over. In moments, he was in hyperspace, the starfield twisting and stretching into a corona of starlines as his X-wing leapt past lightspeed on an intercept course – then righting itself again, as he arrived. Two slow, slab-shaped freighters were lumbering doggedly towards some distant safety, harassed by agile fighters of an unfamiliar design, well-armed attack planes that danced around their defensive flak; but there was another element disrupting the pattern, he realised as his eyes took in the scene, another player in this game – the shadow of an unseen ally, doggedly defending the near-defenseless transports: a Jedi StealthX starfighter. “So the great Jedi Master Kyp Durron’s come to save us,” Jaina’s voice dripped irony over the comm. “I should have known it would be you.” She didn’t sound pleased to see him. Somehow, that cheered him up immensely. “Good to see you, too, Jaina,” he grinned, twitching his X-wing up on its starboard strike foils, and drilling through the nearest pilot’s shields. The deflectors took the brunt, but Jaina’s night-black X-wing twisted in a three-dimensional ballet-dance, dropped right onto his tail, and sent a pair of torpedoes straight up his exhaust pipes. “Hey, that was my kill!” she complained, letting him know that she’d been handling it just fine before he showed up. He’d wasted his lasers, and she’d wasted a torpedo when a burst of gunfire would have done. Kyp’s answer was to drop in on her wing. “Not easy to sort out the spoils when we have two egos like ours,” he said. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” she objected. “You’re independent, self-confident,” he grinned. “I like you.” She answered with silence, radiating hostility. It didn’t stop her flying with brilliance, though. Kyp followed, claiming a fair share of the next kill. This time, she didn’t complain. “Listen,” he breathed, slotting in tighter on her wing. “I love you. I’m sorry, I know that’s not an easy thing to have to deal with, and I can do all sorts of dumb things, but I don’t know how to act.” There was a moment’s pause across the comm. “Just don’t get in my way,” she shot back, eventually. Kyp laughed. “That’s why I love you, Goddess,” he grinned, twisting after her and spinning through a manoeuvre that shredded the next pirate between the pincers of their two fighters’ lasers. They split apart at the top of the climb, then formed up level, hunting for the next enemy to destroy. Kyp was almost disappointed when his screens showed nothing. The two remaining pirate fighters were showing them their tails, exhausts burning hard and brilliant as they fled for the safety of space. “You gonna pursue?” Jaina asked. She sounded as if she hoped he’d go away. “Nah,” he said. Shooting sitting targets was no fun, and the risk that he’d kill the pilots was too great. He glanced out of the cockpit and down, at the debris twinkling among the stars. “I hope search-and-rescue gets here soon. Do you think your friends in the freighters can put out a shuttle to pick up their pilots?” “They’re not my friends,” Jaina answered, hostile again. Kyp sighed, and commed the freighters, practically growling a command for their commodore to put out shuttles and search for survivors. “Does that make you feel better?” she asked, as he closed the comm. “A little,” he shrugged. “It makes me feel I tried.” “So that’s important to you?” “Yes,” he sighed. “Listen, we’re not having this conversation again.” He put the X-wing around towards Coruscant. “Follow me home.” “Is that a Master talking to a Knight, Kyp?” “Yes,” he answered, before he could fully analyze the dangerous tone in her voice. It might be sarcasm, it might be contempt, or it might be an outright threat. You, Goddess, have issues, he thought. And he wanted more than anything in the Galaxy to deal with them. [/i]I’m better at dealing with other people’s issues than my own[/i]. He just didn’t know how to get her to open up and fall into his arms. Other people’s issues, huh? he thought. He almost laughed. It seemed as though he was also wanting to work out his own issues with her help. “Not talking to me, then?” she asked. Kyp glanced back at her cockpit, the head in the flight-helm, and the hint of smooth jaw and familiar lips between the chinstrap and the visor. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are, Goddess.” “Don’t call me that.” “Which part? Beautiful, or Goddess.” “Ha ha.” She sounded firmly unamused. “Hey, relax,” he sighed. “I just want to make you happy.” “Doesn’t work that way.” “You won’t let it.” “So you’re just insulting me now?” “Guess so.” “Huh.” It was more a huff of breath than anything else, but her disapproval was clear. Great. “You don’t let me do anything else,” he pointed out. “So you’re saying that this is all my fault?” “I didn’t say that.” “So, what then? I don’t let you do anything else?” “I’m not very good at this sort of thing.” “I’d noticed.” “I’m serious.” Kyp sighed, and felt the muscles of his forehead knotting. “I mean, you don’t deny that I’m not very good at dealing with situations like this, do you?” “Just don’t get into them in the first place?” “I can’t help that bit. Trouble and beautiful women seem to find me.” “Delusional,” she muttered. “I can’t help being in love with you. It makes me do crazy things.” Jaina didn’t answer. Kyp grinned, and opened his throttle. “Catch me if you can,” he challenged. For a moment, her StealthX held its course, without accelerating. Kyp frowned. This isn’t going to work. Then, slowly, she began to accelerate after him. “Someone needs to make sure you stay out of trouble,” she remarked, and for a moment, a warning tingled in his ears, as her targeting computer locked onto him. “What else are friends for?” This looked like it was going to be fun, he thought – breaking east towards the sunrise. Maybe, when they were done playing around, he could take her for a late lunch. For a moment, the image of picking her up in his arms and carrying back to his quarters seemed very tempting, but he doubted she’d let it happen. He shook off the idea, and braked the X-wing, letting her overshoot and banking away towards the Western Sea – a shimmer amid the cityscape, far below. She spun around in a brilliant piece of handling, and managed, somehow, to draw level with him as they clipped back into Coruscant’s atmosphere. I’ll settle for the fun I can get with you, Goddess, he thought. What makes you happy, if I can. He noticed they’d stopped talking, and smiled at the sense of focus and contentment radiating from the other X-wing beyond his wingtip. Cutting into the atmosphere, they must look like shooting stars. She was going to catch him, he suspected, but that wasn’t a problem. “Having fun?” he grinned, as he gained speed – only for her targeting laser to touch his engine cowling again. If that had been a dogfight, he’d be dead. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Yeah, I am.” “Me too.” He smiled, looping away towards the distant Jedi Temple. Maybe picking her up off the landing deck and taking her somewhere private wasn’t a crazy idea, after all. She needed it, he felt, even if she wouldn’t admit to it herself. And, if he was wrong – well, she could probably get a kick out of dealing with his delusions. Let’s have fun today together, Goddess, he thought. -----signature----- A/T = OTP "To write one Solo twin as an angstbunny, Master Skywalker, might be considered unfortunate. To write BOTH that way looks like carelessness."
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 10/9/08 1:15pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	So Jaina gets pissed because he forgot a date, huh? I find she tends to overreact but they, that's Jaina. Very...I don't want to say angsty but almost a little emo. But not in a bad way. But it's kind of mean -- she knows he's in love with her but still she sticks around like that? She's hurting him by doing so, I'd think. I liked his self doubts, though. How he can think about his own mistakes. Wonderful writing, by the way! -----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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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 10/13/08 5:33am Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Are there no K/J fans anymore?! Ceillean posted: So Jaina gets pissed because he forgot a date, huh? I find she tends to overreact but they, that's Jaina. She cares. She cares about Kyp, which probably scares her, and which certainly frustrates her. This isn't the first time he's done something like this, is it? Ceillean posted: Very...I don't want to say angsty but almost a little emo. But not in a bad way. Just so long as you don't mean either of those words in the terms I'd use them (which are purely negative ). I was surprised by Kyp here - he opened up more than I expected. I'm not sure if he or I know what to do with that, though. Ceillean posted: But it's kind of mean -- she knows he's in love with her but still she sticks around like that? She's hurting him by doing so, I'd think. I'm not so sure. I think they need each other, and they're weaker and less balanced in canon when the plot tries to keep them apart. Ceillean posted: I liked his self doubts, though. How he can think about his own mistakes. Wonderful writing, by the way! Thank you! And he can think about his own mistakes, but it's harder to know what to do to put them right? Especially because he has all those strong feelings bubbling just below the surface. Hmm. Maybe this needs a sequel? But thanks for the reply! - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP "To write one Solo twin as an angstbunny, Master Skywalker, might be considered unfortunate. To write BOTH that way looks like carelessness."
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Lonewolf89 Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/13/08 12:39pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	posted: There were, Kyp Durron reflected, some serious pleasures to be found in destroying things. Excellent. posted: “How could I be the sort of kriffer who forgets?” he asked himself, frowning because he already knew the answer. ROTFL! Loved this line! posted: And they made me a Jedi Master? he wondered. Luke’s an ass. This one too!! [face_rolling_around_laughing] posted: “So the great Jedi Master Kyp Durron’s come to save us,” Leave it to Jaina it get into a mess before anyone else. posted: You, Goddess, have issues, he thought. Ah, pot, meet kettle. I can't believe I didn't see this earlier! Wonderful ficlet, McE! I'll admit, I have a love hate relationship with J/K but you do write them both brilliantly. Excellent work! I was laughing through half of it, and feeling bad for Kyp through the rest, though part of me would say he deserves whatever he gets. -----signature----- Nom Anor: I witnessed the death of perhaps the greatest of them all, the one called Anakin Solo. Anakin Solo: You want me to move? Come on and move me! Jacen: Count on Anakin to be the last Human to get out of Duro space alive. Member of the FADA & ATF
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carr3107 Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 10/13/08 6:21pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Thrawn McEwok posted: He noticed they’d stopped talking, and smiled at the sense of focus and contentment radiating from the other X-wing beyond his wingtip. Cutting into the atmosphere, they must look like shooting stars. She was going to catch him, he suspected, but that wasn’t a problem. “Having fun?” he grinned, as he gained speed – only for her targeting laser to touch his engine cowling again. If that had been a dogfight, he’d be dead. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Yeah, I am.” “Me too.” He smiled, looping away towards the distant Jedi Temple. Maybe picking her up off the landing deck and taking her somewhere private wasn’t a crazy idea, after all. She needed it, he felt, even if she wouldn’t admit to it herself. And, if he was wrong – well, she could probably get a kick out of dealing with his delusions. Let’s have fun today together, Goddess, he thought. I concur. They both could stand for some "fun." I missed this before. While not a K/Jer, this is done really well. They both have more issues than the Coruscant stock exchange (if such a thing exists) but they might actually be getting somewhere near addressing them. Maybe. The banter is hysterical.
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Thrawn McEwok Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 10/22/08 10:12am Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Lonewolf89 posted: Excellent. Star Wars is about blowing things up? Lonewolf89 posted: ROTFL! Loved this line! Lonewolf89 posted: This one too!! [face_rolling_around_laughing] Hey, it's true. Someone had to say it eventually! Lonewolf89 posted: Leave it to Jaina it get into a mess before anyone else. Who said she needed any help? Lonewolf89 posted: Ah, pot, meet kettle. They're so well-matched! Lonewolf89 posted: I can't believe I didn't see this earlier! Wonderful ficlet, McE! I'll admit, I have a love hate relationship with J/K but you do write them both brilliantly. Excellent work! I was laughing through half of it, and feeling bad for Kyp through the rest, though part of me would say he deserves whatever he gets. I think K/J have a love-hate relationship with each other, and Kyp may even have one with himself, as well. That's what makes them all so fun! I'm glad you enjoyed it - and that you reacted in the way you did. Could "whatever he gets" include the possibility of a happy ending? carr3107 posted: I concur. They both could stand for some "fun." Canon needs it? Or just them, specifically? carr3107 posted: I missed this before. While not a K/Jer, this is done really well. They both have more issues than the Coruscant stock exchange (if such a thing exists) but they might actually be getting somewhere near addressing them. Maybe. Well, it's certainly a possibility, and that may be some form of progress. I think what they need to do (apart from Kyp improving his timekeeping) is work out how to co-operate more successfully. They can do it in the heat of combat, as we see when they fly together, but when they're actually trying to discuss things, competitiveness, personal ideology and ego get in the way. </Jaina> "From your side, yeah!" </Kyp> "Not just me!" carr3107 posted: The banter is hysterical. Glad you were amused. I wrote it hunkered down in Kyp's POV, so it's always hard to gauge how it will work... - The Imperial Ewok -----signature----- A/T = OTP "To write one Solo twin as an angstbunny, Master Skywalker, might be considered unfortunate. To write BOTH that way looks like carelessness."
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PRINCESSCAMBRIA Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 10/22/08 2:36pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J) - Date Edited: 10/22/08 3:12pm (1 edits total) Edited By: PRINCESSCAMBRIA
	Thrawn McEwok posted: Are there no K/J fans anymore?! One proud diehard K/J shipper here. Definitely need more K/J appreciation on the boards. “Hey, that was my kill!” she complained, letting him know that she’d been handling it just fine before he showed up. He’d wasted his lasers, and she’d wasted a torpedo when a burst of gunfire would have done. Kyp’s answer was to drop in on her wing. “Not easy to sort out the spoils when we have two egos like ours,” he said. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” she objected. “You’re independent, self-confident,” he grinned. “I like you.” She answered with silence, radiating hostility. It didn’t stop her flying with brilliance, though. Kyp followed, claiming a fair share of the next kill. This time, she didn’t complain. “Listen,” he breathed, slotting in tighter on her wing. “I love you. I’m sorry, I know that’s not an easy thing to have to deal with, and I can do all sorts of dumb things, but I don’t know how to act.” There was a moment’s pause across the comm. “Just don’t get in my way,” she shot back, eventually. Classic K/J banter.... Nice writing, Ewok. I love the mix of action and verbal sparing with underlying emotional issues. That's when Kyp and Jaina are at their best. I just wish there was more use of them as a team in canon... Every sword needs a shield and that seems to fit them to a tee. -----signature----- The Innocent Diva Twin "Beautiful Temptress of Pilots" - adaml83 Jedi Master of the EUC Guardians of Light Twin Suns 10 \| Kyp's Dozen 10 \| Wild Knightz 2 Caffeine Crazed Rebel Leader of the XWFC, Wraith 13/XO
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Jaina_Solo_Goddess Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 10/22/08 5:56pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Not a K/J shipper, but if forced to pick a partner for Jaina, I'd pick Kyp. This was a beautifully done piece, and showed their complicated relationship very well. “Someone needs to make sure you stay out of trouble,” she remarked, and for a moment, a warning tingled in his ears, as her targeting computer locked onto him. Suuurrrreeee, Jaina. That's why you're chasing him even after declaring you wanted nothing to do with him. Here's hoping for a happy ending to an excellent vignette! ~Jaina -----signature----- Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. But it rocks absolutely, too. "Cluelessness: There are no stupid questions, but there are a LOT of inquisitive idiots." A Jaina Solo fan, with or without her paramours
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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 10/22/08 9:18pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Oooh, this is awesome, McEwok. I was grinning through it all -- K/J fics make me happy. Love the K/J dynamic you have going on here. So very much like them in every way. Stubborn Jedi with big egos... gotta love them and their awfully complicated relationship. “I can’t help being in love with you. It makes me do crazy things.” Like you don't do crazy things even without taking that into account Kyp. Yeeaah. -----signature----- "Can I just run by my battle cry?" "As you run, as you fight the evil Lord Vader—" "I'll turn on my lightsaber, look him straight in the helmet and, to make you proud, I will yell out 'the Canadians are coming, the Canadians are coming!'" Ish's Padawan
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 10/23/08 8:04pm Subject: RE: "Having Fun" (K/J)
	Very good stuff Mr. McEwok. Anything with Kyp calling Luke an ass is alright by me.....And I like Luke, but I like Kyp's onetime role of the Anti-Luke more. The start actually reminds me of Darth Maul vs the four combat droids in Shadow Hunter . Did it cross your mind at all or is it just a coincidence? -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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