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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 9/13/03 8:53pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: New Part: The Scariest Sentence Wedge has Ever Heard
	sighs -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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I love Sci Fi Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 9/19/03 10:12pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: New Part: The Scariest Sentence Wedge has Ever Heard
	ties rocket to thread and launches to top -----signature----- "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, is in a final sense, theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed." (April 16, 1953). ~Dwight D. Eisenhower Wars not make one great. ~Yoda
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I love Sci Fi Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 9/27/03 8:34pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: New Part: The Scariest Sentence Wedge has Ever Heard
	up -----signature----- "Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, is in a final sense, theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed." (April 16, 1953). ~Dwight D. Eisenhower Wars not make one great. ~Yoda
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Kettch_the_Jedi Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/15/03 6:13pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: New Part: The Scariest Sentence Wedge has Ever Heard
	neila_nuruodo Glad you liked the last post. And thanks for all the ups. Jedi_jainafel Yep, poor Wes. But in the next post with him he gets to make mischief for others. Rogue_49 Welcome! Glad to have you join us. And thanks for letting me know about the nomination. And, yes, I can have Corran make an appearance. I have an idea for it but it will be a few more posts before I can get him in. Jaina_and_Jag Welcome. LOL about your falling out of the chair and being kicked off the computer. It makes all the work of posting worth it to amuse others. JadeSolo Like my explanation for the Yellow Aces? Now I just have to explain the black stripes on the ships... :0 Jedi Master Greg Glad you think it's funny. talkingbanana Yeah! A delurker! Thanks for considering this the funniest fanfic. And I am glad your brother is hooked. Sorry it took so long on the next update, but I won't let it happen again. Daughter_of_Yubyub Ack! Gotta remember to edit the subject lines. Thanks. I love Sci Fi I hope you are still enjoying the story. And thanks for all the ups. pengwin_jibberish I am glad you were laughing so often. I hope you like this next post equally well. -----signature----- Writers Fluxx -- Join the Fun, Lose Some Sanity http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/23498487/p1 I have Writer's Mountain--worse than Writer's Block. Skettché, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Kettch_the_Jedi Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/15/03 6:40pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED: Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom - Date Edited: 10/18/03 4:16pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Kettch_the_Jedi
	First of all, I am sorry, so sorry that it has been so long since the last post. I promise never to take that long again. In fact, I promise to post at the minimum once a month, by the 15th of every month. In addition, as part of my apology, this next post should be quite long. I hope you like it. Oh, and since it has been so long, I reposted in green the last part that had Hobbie in it. The new post starts after the green one. The new post should be especially amusing for anyone who knows one of those absent-minded people. Part 7 The next day Hobbie walked into the hanger with an expression that was exceptionally mournful, even for him. Either way I am doomed. Two days ago I was on time and was reprimanded for not putting forth much effort and enthusiasm. Yesterday I was early and Captain Bad-Mood had me scrape oil stains off of the floor. It reminds me of the saying that spread after the second death star’s destruction: Sticks and stones may break stormtrooper bones but Ewok parties will knock out the victorious Rebels. “Hobbie!” Dirke called across the hanger, “Look, we got a new ship.” The doleful pilot glanced in the direction that Dirke was pointing but all he could see was a large lump of metal, nothing even vaguely resembling a ship. “Where?” He asked. “There,” Dirke once again pointed to the slightly conical structure. “The Vong have ships like rocks so our engineers built a ship like a mountain to prove we are bigger and stronger.” I cannot believe he can say those words “our engineers” without shuddering, Hobbie thought. Out loud he asked, “How does it compare with the other fighters?” “And they are really bozo because you enter the ship from the top of the cone,” Dirke said enthusiastically. “Are they faster or more maneuverable than the X-wings?” Hobbie persisted. “Well, no,” Dirke replied hesitantly. “Better shields?” “Than an LL-wing,” Dirke responded. “An umbrella is more protection than what the LL-wing has. What is their advantage over an X-wing or A-wing?” “They do take off faster.” “Newer does not necessarily mean better,” Captain Bren entered the hanger. “Our engineers are very creative but not very practical. However, we are required to try everything they create until the ship is destroyed or we decide we want them to produce more.” She can say “our engineers” without shuddering also. Maybe they do not know that they are supposed to be shuddering. Maybe I will do it for them. “Ever think about shooting some of your engineers?” Hobbie asked, shuddering as he said the word “engineers.” “I will pretend I did not hear that,” Captain Bren replied. “On another note, I am glad you showed some initiative in getting here early, however, it would be preferable if you did something worthwhile with your time instead of standing around talking.” “I could not find any more oil stains,” Hobbie quickly responded. Captain Bren looked around the hanger. “I see plenty.” “Oh,” Hobbie added. “Well, I meant to say I could not find any stains that weren’t under a ship. Why clean those up when they will just reappear the next time we land?” “I pity all your prior commanding officers,” Bren sighed. The rest of the squadron entered the hanger so Bren continued, “Coora, you get the Mountain-ship. Everyone else, go to your regular ships. Today we are practicing a search and destroy mission. White Sands Squadron is hiding somewhere in nearby space and our job is to find and engage them.” Coora--who was always the last person in the squadron to take off and land due to an incident that no one would tell Hobbie about--climbed into his new ship and began to familiarize himself with the controls. The entire squadron, minus Coora, started their ships and took off to fly around the hanger. “How does that thing take off?” someone asked over the comm.. “Just clear the area,” the captain commanded. All of a sudden Coora’s ship shot out of the hanger. “Whoa! That was quick.” “The ship cannot take off by itself; it must be catapulted into the sky.” Hobbie groaned. “What is the life expectancy of a pilot in this squadron?” “Dirke, you take the lead. The rest of the squadron, follow him and keep your eyes and sensors alert,” The captain ignored Hobbie. After two minutes of flying away from the planet, Fil spoke, “I have a theory. I think that the Jedi Purge never happened. The Jedi just got tired of doing Jedi work and decided to all take a vacation at the same time.” “Fil?” “Yes?” “What causes you to think of these theories?” Dirke asked. “Well, I am writing a history book, but in order for it to be published I need to make it different from all the other history books.” “How much of this book have you already written?” Coora asked. “Only the title, but it is really catchy. I am calling the book History from a Certain Point of View,” Fil answered. “I see them,” Dirke said excitedly. “White Sands Squadron is on the other side of the far moon.” “Not another moon,” Hobbie cried. “What is wrong with moons?” Dirke asked. “I tend to get shot down on them,” Hobbie replied sadly. “Have you ever been hurt badly?” Fru asked. “Let’s just say I know the first names of half of the medical droids in this galaxy.” “Medical droids really have names?” Gull asked. “Sure,” Hobbie replied. “One is named Pinky, then there’s Droidy and Medy and Hurty and Bacta-y and...” “How can you tell them apart?” Gull asked in awe. “Gull,” Bren interjected, “how many times have I told you not to believe everything you hear? Especially anything an old Rebel pilot tells you?” “Well, twenty-four times you have mentioned that—this is the twenty-fifth. But we have only had two other Rebel pilots and they both quit in a few days so I do not think you warned me about them.” “I cannot imagine anyone wanting to quit this squadron,” Hobbie said sarcastically. “Me either,” Gull replied, completely missing the sarcasm. “Flight Officer Klivian, try not to get shot down on this moon; I hate having to request Rescue Shuttles.” Just then six Y-wings rose from the moon’s surface. “Where is the rest of the squadron?” Dirke asked. “Probably hiding. Hilde, take Two Flight and make sure the rest of White Sands is on the other side of the moon. One Flight, follow me.” Captain Bren commanded. Hobbie—as Black Four—followed his wingman Dirke towards the approaching Y-wings. The numbers are even, but the odds are not: six Y-wings against six ships that would give a junk dealer a headache. My bet is on White Sands Squadron. “Hey,” Gull suddenly said, “maybe we should change our squadron name.” “Why?” “White Sands always beats us. Maybe it is because we are Black Sands Squadron and black stands for evil while white stands for good.” “So?” Dirke asked. “I kind-of like being thought of as evil.” “Good always wins over evil.” Gull stated. “No more talking,” Captain Bren commanded. “Do not shoot until I say ‘go’.” Hobbie looked at his screen. The Y-wings would be close enough for missiles in thirty seconds. Does this thing even have missiles? Hobbie searched for a missile launch button on the control panel since his joystick only had one button to shoot lasers. Hmm... no missiles but this button says “RASH LOCK”. I wonder what that is. They are not shooting, Hobbie thought excitedly as the distance lessened and missile shots were capable. For some reason the Y-wings are not using any missiles. Only twenty seconds until we can use lasers. Nineteen seconds later Captain Bren suddenly commanded, “Execute Shell Four!” Shellfor? Is that a person? Are we really executing someone? Hobbie received an answer one second later as all of One Flight—except Hobbie—quickly turned to the right. Oh, it is an evasive plan. Then laser bolts from all six Y-wings pounded his ship since he was the only squadron member in front of the White Sands’ ships. Three seconds after the first laser hit Hobbie’s ship it exploded, or would have if White Sands had been using full strength lasers instead of training lasers. Hobbie paused for a moment, looked at his hands and arms, realized he was not hurt, and started happily chanting “I don’t need bacta, I don’t need bacta.” “Klivian, how can you be so happy when you just got killed?” Bren asked. “But I don’t need bacta, I don’t need bacta,” Hobbie continued to sing. “One Flight, engage White Sands,” Brun said over the comm.. Dirke was the first squadron member to hit an enemy ship. Hobbie watched his fighter—which looked like an X-wing with two extra wings—spin in and out of White Sands’ formation. Now that is a nice ship. Captain Bren flew straight between two opponents, so close it confused them for a moment. That was all the time that Black 2 and Black 5 needed to shoot the two confused pilots. Amazing, Hobbie thought. There are now three White Sands ships against five Black Sands ships. Maybe we do have a... Just then Black Six’s ship—which looked like a round ball with twenty spikes protruding out of the center—started shooting fire out of all of its protrusions. Unfortunately the fire all seemed aim at the rest of Black Squadron. Two seconds later only Captain Bren and Dirke were “alive”—somehow Black Six ended up shooting itself. “I didn’t do it,” Fru, Black Six, cried frantically over the comm.. “It’s not my fault.” “Is someone else in there with you?” Gull asked. “It just started firing, targeting you instead of White Sands. The computer would not listen to me,” moaned Fru. The Captain and Dirke put up a good fight but when Dirke’s ship’s engines cut off—they were designed to do that after the lasers had been in use for five minutes—and Captain Brun’s ship stopped maneuvering—too many ships caused the computer to get confused and shut down—White Sands Squadron “killed” the rest of One Flight. “Okay, good exercise,” Captain Bren said after White Sands had departed for their base. “You all did well, except for one of you who did not even fire a single shot.” I don’t know which is worse, Hobbie thought, that I get blamed for not knowing a secret evasion plan or that this exercise was considered good work when we all died. As the flight waited for their ships to return to working order, Two Flight approached them. “How did it go?” Bren asked Hilde. “They managed to ambush us and killed everyone except Black ten in the first minute of engagement,” Hilde answered. “Well, we will head back to headquarters and run some sims on this exercise. Hopefully, Two flight won’t be lured into an ambush again, and hopefully our newest pilot will be able to find out how to use his ship’s lasers.” Hobbie cringed. I hope this isn’t one of those things that I am never going to be able to live down. “Hey, No-shooter, did they actually let you fly in Rogue Squadron?” Fru asked Hobbie. Hobbie ignored the jokes the rest of the squadron was telling and wondered if there was still time to switch planets with Wes. Black Sands Squadron reached the hanger and one-by-one landed the ships. Once again Hobbie was the second-to-last to land. Except for a slight misjudgment of distance between his left engine and the back wall, the landing was perfect. He took off his helmet and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he started humming the tune he had made up for his “I don’t need bacta” song. “Oh, Sith!” Coola exclaimed over the comm. as he maneuvered to land. “There aren’t any repulsors. How does this thing land?” Hobbie looked out his cockpit to see Coola’s ship spinning around and around but staying at a height of fifteen meters off the ground. “I’m getting dizzy! What do I do?” Coola’s voice was more panicked. “Push a button,” Dirke suggested calmly. Apparently Coola managed to do something because instantly the ship stopped spinning. It quickly dropped to the ground upside down—on the smallest part of the cylinder—so roughly that the top part of the ship broke off and the other ships shook with the impact. Hobbie breathed a sigh of relief, realizing how close his ship had come to being crushed. That’s when he noticed that the larger part of the ship was now tilting over, towards his ship. “Oh no!” was all Hobbie had time to say before it crashed into his ship. Then there was silence. Captain Bren jumped out of her ship and ran towards the crash. "Is he okay?" Dirke nerviously questioned as Brun tried to get in the damaged ship. The hanger was completely silent except for the sound of the captain trying to get to Hobbie, and Fru's nervous humming. Dirke suddenly realized the toon Fru was using was the one Hobbie had made up for his "No bacta" song. He turned and stared at Fru until he stopped. "He's alive," Captain Bren exclaimed. "But he took a hard hit. Looks like we are going to have to get him to the medics." Dirke could hear Hobbie's feeble moan of protest, even over his own sigh of relief. ********************************************************** Part 10 Hobbie slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes to find a medic droid hovering over him. While most beings are startled to wake up and see such a machine inches from their face, Hobbie felt comfortable with the experience. “What injuries do I have this time?” The medic droid leaned back, making room for Hobbie to sit up. “Sir, you sustained a fractured ankle. I put a bacta cast on it which you will need to wear—“ “—Two to three weeks,” Hobbie interrupted. “What else?” “Sir, you sustained a dislocated left wrist. It should be back to original condition—“ “—In one week as long as I take bacta-rye pills everyday. Continue.” “Sir, you also sustained a level two concussion—“ Hobbie sighed, “—that means I have to come back tomorrow for more tests and I cannot drink any alcohol for the next two days.” The droid paused. “Are you a medic, sir?” “No,” the pilot grimaced. “I spend too much time in med rooms to be a doctor.” After another pause of incomprehension, the droid continued, “Finally, sir, you have sustained a fractured cheekbone.” “Oooh!” Hobbie replied, almost excitedly. “I have never had one of those before.” “It requires a bacta-cheek patch to be worn five days, sir.” “Thanks,” Hobbie said getting off the table. “You are welcome, sir.” “Hey,” the doleful pilot exclaimed suddenly. “What’s your name?” “I am an M-122 Bili Medic droid.” “But what is your name?” Hobbie persisted. The machine tilted its head, trying to process the unusual request. “I am M-122, sir.” “No, no. I mean a name that distinguishes you from the other M-122s.” The droid’s lights dimmed and when he replied a tone of sadness seemed to surround its reply. “I have no such identification. Sir.” Shaking his head Hobbie replied, “I better give you one then. Tell me something unique about you.” “Unique?” After Hobbie nodded, there was silence for a moment. Finally, the droid continued slowly. “I have learned more than two hundred ways to treat a dislocated shoulder.” “Perfect! Your name should be Dislocatedly with the nickname of Dissy.” Hobbie patted the thoughtful droid’s shoulder and left the room. “Bye Dissy.” **************************************** A few minutes later Hobbie arrived at the research laboratories with a tasteful bouquet of Tulidil flowers—which he had bought after remembering that Wes had told him he should never take a woman out without bringing her a present to start the date off on the right foot. Opening the door, Hobbie saw a room full of computers, various machinery, used drinking cups everywhere and a small Pydyrian standing in the middle of the room, staring at the solid white wall. “Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Yrella?” After a moment of silence, Hobbie repeated his question. Still, there was no response. Hobbie tapped the Pydyrian’s shoulder and slowly the scientist turned toward him. “Would the exfoleater shift after a .2 increase in frequency?” “Ummm... it might. Do you know where Yrella is?” Another pause occurred as the scientist stared through Hobbie. “Would the shift stay in allowable distance or would it create an imbalance effecting the burrosocket? And what could we do to insure the balance deviation was proportionate to the power fluctuations?” Hobbie glanced around the room, hoping for a sign of Yrella’s presence. The lab he was in had five exits leading to multiple hallways full of offices, “Maybe Yrella would know. You should ask her.” The scientist nodded and Hobbie followed as he rapidly shuffled down the middle hallway. He led Hobbie down a path with more twists and turns than a death star has stormtroopers. As soon as Hobbie saw the sign identifying a small office as Yrella’s he jumped ahead of the scientist, quickly entered and locked the door behind him. Upon hearing her door open and close, Yrella looked away from her computer screen. “Hello? May I help you?” “Hi Yrella. Are you ready for our date?” Hobbie slapped his head, suddenly remembering a rule Corran Horn told him: always complement a woman the first time you see her each day. “I mean... umm... that gray jumpsuit looks great on you, are you ready for dinner?” The scientist’s confusion was evident, “Do I know you?” “We met yesterday in the hall and you wanted to go to dinner with me.” “Oh, yes. I remember you now. You are Wedge Antilles’ clothing advisor,” the scientist turned back to her computer and saved her data. “Nope. I am his fellow pilot and instructor,” Hobbie corrected. Then Wedge’s words of advise about never correcting a woman came to mind. “I mean you are right. I am his clothing advisor but I am also his piloting instructor.” Silently Hobbie wondered what Yrella’s response would be if she found out that Wedge’s only decision on clothing each day was wether he should wear his orange flight suit or his slightly faded orange flight suit. “You are a pilot?” Yrella asked excitedly. “Then you will love hearing about my latest design.” A brief expression of anger crossed the lovely woman’s face, “Although my boss thinks that the pilots won’t like it. But he just doesn’t understand pilots like I do. You will like it, won’t you?” Oh no! Hobbie thought. He closed his eyes and tried to give himself a pep talk. At least it cannot be as bad as the “no shields” idea. “Since ships are so expensive to manufacture, why don’t we use cheaper materials and make every ship disposable?” “Disposable?” Hobbie asked incredulously. “Yes, you see, the ships don’t really need to be made out of tough material. We could use a variety of elements like heated sand or Ilic grass or even just large pieces of garbage glued together. Then, when the material starts biodegrading you could just throw the ship away.” There was no way to respond. “You like it don’t you?” Wes’ voice played in Hobbie’s head, Lying is not bad if it makes women feel better. “Umm... that sounds like a ... a...” Hobbie’s face scrunched up as if he had a barrel full of sour lemons in his mouth, "...a good idea.” “Are you all right?” Maybe I was wrong. It can get worse. “I am just really hungry. Are you ready to go?” Before the woman could reply, Hobbie remembered the flowers. “Here I got these for you.” “You carry around bundles of grass?” “They’re flowers. For you.” “They’re defunct.” “What??” Hobbie asked, wondering how things could go wrong while simply presenting a woman with flowers. “Defunct. Defunctional. I can’t plant these in a garden-assuming I had one- because they’ve been killed. I hate people who kill innocent things.” “Umm... they’re not killed. They’re just temporarily displaced.” “They have been torn up without their roots and been deprived of nourishment for however long you’ve been carrying them around.” Hobbie swatted at the sweat that was appearing on his forehead, “They aren’t supposed to be replanted. You’re supposed to put them in a vase.” “So you use the vase as a sort of coffin for the now-dead flowers?” Resisting the urge to beat his head against a hard surface, Hobbie tried again, “You put the flowers in a vase and then put it on your desk so that the room is prettier. Like you.” “ Putting a vase filled with decapitated shrubbery on my head would make me prettier?” Hobbie let out a small groan, frantically searching for some piece of advise in his memory. Wes’ voice once again came to mind, When all else fails, evade. “I am good at that.” “What?” Hobbie pointed to Yrella’s computer, “Quick, look at that!” As soon as the scientist glanced at her monitor Hobbie stuffed the flowers in a recycler and clasped his hands in front of his belt. “Look at what?” “Oh, never mind. I thought I saw a power surge frying your screen. I guess I just blinked too fast.” The scientist was obviously perplexed, “Where did the flowers go?” “What flowers?” Hobbie was glad he had perfected his I-didn’t-do-anything-look. There was a long pause as Yrella pondered the situation. “Are you ready to go on our date now?” Hobbie asked eagerly. Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, Yrella responded, “Well, I have to go to one more meeting before I can stop working. How about if I meet you for dinner?” “Okay,” Hobbie said hesitantly. “Where should we go?” “How about the Luck Café?” “That sounds great,” Hobbie smiled, thinking that it was a good sign that she had chosen to have their date at a place called Luck Café. “Good. I will see you in about an hour.” Hobbie waved to the scientist and turned toward the door. That’s when a new thought hit him. How do I find my way out? There’s no way I can get to the exit without following someone. Should I ask Yrella? Then Hobbie remembered a word of advise a fellow pilot named Garik Loran had given him: Never admit you are lost, it questions your masculinity. Hobbie sighed, wishing he had left a trail of breadcrumbs on the way in. The doleful pilot opened the door and found the Pydyrian scientist who had led him to Yrella’s office still standing in front of her door with a confused expression on his face. “Excuse me, but do you know why I am here? My watch beeped to remind me to eat but I have no idea how I got here or what I was doing. I remember discussing power shifts and imbalances with someone. At least I think it was someone, although it could have been me I was talking to. Now if I was talking to myself and responding to myself, was the conversation considered one-sided or two? Well, by definition…” “Maybe the answer you are seeking is in the entry lab,” Hobbie suggested. “What was the question?” “How to design a useful fighting ship.” Hobbie leaned against the wall, wondering how long it would take to convince the spacey scientist to show him the exit. The Pydyrian shook his head, “I do not design ships.” After a pause he continued, “Why don’t I design ships?” “The answer is in the entry lab.” “Yes,” the scientist replied and started walking. “You are very helpful. Do you happen to know if an Amra-72 can optimally perform with a metal alloid in its circuit?” Hobbie followed the scientist, trying to memorize the way to the exit. “I think it would if you bought a squadron of pilots a round of drinks before doing it.” “How would that affect the circuit?” The scientist questioned. “That’s the question,” Hobbie replied with a sharp nod. The Pydyrian stopped and stared at the pilot. His brow furrowed and he seemed to be concentrating with all his mental power. “Then what is the answer?” “How the circuit would be effected,” Hobbie replied, grinning. I never realized how much fun scientistS could be. I wonder what Wes would do with one of them? “Then..." “Everything will be made clear at the entry lab.” The scientist nodded and led Hobbie to the entry lab. When they finally arrived the scientist sent Hobbie a questioning glance. “If you stare at that empty cup long enough then everything will be clear,” Hobbie said over his shoulder as he skipped out the lab. Ten minutes later, Hobbie had received directions to the Luck Café and was standing in front of the entrance, closing his eyes against the brightly lit sign announcing the café’s full name: Hard Luck Café. “I am so doomed.” ****************************** -----signature----- Writers Fluxx -- Join the Fun, Lose Some Sanity http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/23498487/p1 I have Writer's Mountain--worse than Writer's Block. Skettché, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Daughter_of_Yubyub Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 10/15/03 7:51pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Well worth the wait! Poor Hobbie! YubYub and TG- Protecting fangirls from hormonally gifted fanboys since 2002 -----signature----- The Timbit Evangelist Dark Lady of the JCC Yubsié, Handmaiden of the Crest EUDF Commodore\| Assistant Empress etc.- WJFC See my bio for my memberships and fanfiction
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Jedi Master Greg Registered: Jun '99	Date Posted: 10/15/03 8:35pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom - Date Edited: 10/15/03 8:44pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi Master Greg
	more more more!!! lol!! Hopefully someone ONCE told Hobbie that "some girls just aren't worth it." -JMG -----signature----- I swear, they had better stop calling him 'Ani' when he turns into Darth Vader... Icon in loving memory of Sarrissa Jeng, the hottest balding, half-human Jedi chick of ALL time... gone but not forgotten...
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Agent_Jaid Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/16/03 2:14pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	That's just saaaaaaad... I loved the post with Wedge though!! When Myri said she was going to marry him...... -----signature----- Wasn't Enough: One-Shot http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=21015893
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pengwin_jibberish Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 10/16/03 3:21pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Wipes tears from eyes I"m laughing too hard right now to form coherent sentances. -----signature----- I have a feeling that fulfilling my potential would really cut into my sitting around time.
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Kettch_the_Jedi Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/17/03 1:57pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Daughter_of_Yubyub Thanks. Jedi Master Greg Glad you liked it. I'm in the process of writing the next part (with Wes and what his squadron does with the paint). And, we'll see if this girl is worth Hobbie's time... -----signature----- Writers Fluxx -- Join the Fun, Lose Some Sanity http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/23498487/p1 I have Writer's Mountain--worse than Writer's Block. Skettché, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 10/18/03 4:48pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Hey! I'll read it in a bit, kinda busy right now. J&J
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/18/03 5:59pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom - Date Edited: 10/18/03 6:02pm (2 edits total) Edited By: JadeSolo
	HAHAHA!!! Let's see, what part did I like the best? Hobbie screwing with that scientist's mind, I think--TOO FUNNY!! That, and Wedge's decision between his two orange flightsuits Good thing I'm not eating anything right now. It would be all over my keyboard That scientist reminds me of someone...who...who...whaaaaa....wait, what was the question? -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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CptCorranHorn Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 10/18/03 9:34pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	YES!!!! that was awesome poor Hobbie lol and the women advice from Hobbie's fellow pilots was dead on -----signature----- And yes, the sexual innuendo WAS implied.
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Sahiri Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 10/18/03 10:43pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Wow, it has been awhile. Thanks for the heads up. Great post. Anything with Hobbie in it is always grand ol' fun. -----signature----- Don't know why I'm still afraid If you weren't real, I would make you up
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Jedi_jainafel Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 10/18/03 11:53pm Subject: RE: Old Rogues go Rogue: FINALLY UPDATED!! Hobbie's Droid, Date, and Doom
	Falls down laughing Wipes away tears That..was SO good!!!I was laughing so hard, the entire post!!! Good to have ya back and posting Kettch_The_Jedi!!! nina -----signature----- Padawan to vader_incarnate! Why yes, i am a "heathen". And damned proud of it. Will someone please overthrow the Republicans? Anakin and Tahiri forever!
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