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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/23/00 10:15pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Like others I dread for the end of this wonderful story but I just have to ask for another post, please.
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/24/00 8:58pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Awwww, now you folks are making me feel sad. But don't worry, it's going to take me a bit longer than I thought to tie up some loose ends as far as the story goes. So, here's some more, and thanks for the comments. ******** {Looks from here as if the message was genuine}, Hrruggla grunted softly to Rela, who was staring intently at the data screen in front of her, {I’m interested to see what kind of reception we’ll get when we touch down}. “I could easily go all day without finding that out,” Rela replied, momentarily taking her eyes from her screen where she was monitoring the distance between them and the ship in front of them, “I’m still trying to figure out how to fade away gracefully after we land.” {After all you’ve been through, you mean to desert your friends back there?} The Wookie’s thumb jabbed over her shoulder indicating their two passengers ensconced in the ship’s tiny med bay, {not to mention leaving me alone to try to explain their condition, as well as why I’m piloting a republic courier vessel that doesn’t even belong to me!} Hrruggla’s expressive brown eyes were full of concern as she imagined the probable outcome of being stuck in such a situation. “No, you’re right,” Rela responded with a grimace and turned her gaze back to the data screen, “we’ve got to get Kason and Mermil taken care of first. With their presence I don’t think we’ll be questioned too much about the ship. But what worries me even more is the all too real possibility of running into Qui Gon while we’re there.” {The two of you have always been close friends}, Hrruggla stated a little too loudly in surprise, {did something happen between you to change that?} The concern in the Wookie’s eyes caused Rela to feel a momentary surge of guilt. “No, no,” she replied hurriedly, “nothing like that! It’s just that...well...you see...He really probably doesn’t expect me to be anywhere else except Coruscant just now.” Hrruggla’s dark shaggy eyebrows rose and arched questioningly, {and why would he think that?} “Weeeeeeelll...I guess because that’s kinda what I told him,” Rela answered, a sheepish grin hovering about her lips. {Kinda?!?} “Ok, fine, so I told him I’d be on Coruscant,” Rela exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation, “but classes haven’t started yet, and I figured that some time spent out here on the rim could be considered research...kinda.” {My, my}, Hrruggla whuffed in soft laughter, {you do like to use that word don’t you?} “It has its uses,” Rela sniffed haughtily, her eyes dancing with suppressed mirth. Both of them snapped their attention back to the ship’s controls when one of the proximity alarms began shrieking a warning. The vessel in front of them had deviated significantly from the flight path that had been ordered by the landing officials and was now creating a hazard for several other craft in the procession by lurching it’s bulk back and forth with no apparent regard for the other refugee ships. Hrruggla’s furry hands danced nimbly across the piloting console as she tried to direct the courier vessel on a course that would avoid collision with the other ship. She slammed one hand brutally on the communications switch, denting the console slightly and bringing the transmitter online. {Watch your descent path, you slobbering nerf herder!} she roared into the microphone, her eyes blazing with barely controlled fury, {wait in line like the rest of us!} The Wookie’s hands continued in their dance manipulating the ship’s controls and Rela suddenly heard the front thrusters fire at maximum power, causing the ship to shudder in protest as its forward momentum was virtually eliminated. Rela’s heart seemed to leap up into her throat as the courier vessel suddenly dropped like a stone through the surrounding atmosphere of the planet and she shrieked uncontrollably, “Hrruggla, what are you...” Her cry went unfinished as she was slammed violently backwards in her seat when the main rear engines came to life with a bone shattering roar and the ship leapt forward. Responding to the Wookie’s expert piloting skills, the courier vessel skimmed just beneath the offending craft’s belly and rose smoothly back into formation, though now in front of the other. {Now that that’s taken care of}, Hrruggla growled as if their conversation had not been interrupted, {Back up just a little bit. What classes are you talking about and what would they have to do with Qui Gon?} The young human didn’t trust herself to answer in her current state and spent several silent moments attempting to pry her white knuckled fingers from the arms of the co-pilot’s chair she was seated in. “What are you two doing up there?!” Kason’s sleep muddled voice echoed hollowly through the ship’s corridor. “Keeping us alive, cat boy,” Rela called back. “Oh,” came the muffled reply. “Anyway, to make a long story short,” Rela replied in a somewhat subdued voice as she returned her attention to the conversation at hand, “Qui Gon and I made a deal a while back and part of it involves me taking some business classes. I want to own my own shipping business one of these days, and Qui Gon said he’d help me get it started if I promised to learn as much as I could before hand. Although,” she winked conspiratorially to the Wookie, “I’m more inclined to believe that he made the deal with me to keep me in one place and out of trouble.” {In that case,} Hrruggla replied, her growling speech tinged with wookie laughter, {I would have to agree that running into him on Osiris would probably not be a pleasant thing to experience.} Rela’s grimace only increased, “that’s the understatement of the year.” {Perhaps I have an idea}, Hrruggla mused out loud, her brown eyes taking on a speculative look as she continued to pilot the craft towards the planet surface, {I recognize a few of the ships in our little trail of follow the leader. And most of the ones that I recognize belong to friends of mine, I’m pretty sure I can get us passage on one of them once they get repaired and refueled on the planet surface.} Another warning light twinkled on the console and she paused for a moment as she leaned forward to make a course correction, her strong hands moving the control stick with finesse and skill. {Once we land}, Hrruggla continued again, {we get Kason and Mermil taken care of. You stay in the background and try to blend in with the crowd. I’ll go contact my friends and see who can take us on for a trip out of here, hopefully to get you to Coruscant, and we’ll be gone. Qui Gon will be none the wiser.} Hrruggla looked at Rela and grinned with confidence. “There’s a whole lot of ‘ifs’ I could bring up about that plan,” Rela replied dubiously, “but I guess we can give it a try.” {We’ll get our chance sooner than you thought}, the Wookie stated as she leaned forward to work the controls of the courier vessel, {we’ve just been given landing clearance.} Rela sighed in resignation as she felt, rather than heard, the landing gear deploying and the deceleration of the ship. She heard the familiar hum as the repulsorlifts engaged, and the Wookie brought their borrowed ship to rest on the surface of Osiris. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Flip A Coin Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/24/00 10:48pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	ooooh! I DO hope Rela runs into Qui-Gon down on Osiris! Yikes! I hope that dosen't sound too evil !
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/25/00 11:42am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	This is so cool Gryph! I can't wait to see what happens next. I love what you're doing with Rela. [shamless promotion]If you like Rela, check out my story Promises Kept.[/shamless promotion] -----signature----- Want to know what ANTAR and TLST are? Visit Hell's Chance! http://www.hellschancecantina.com Proud Master to Lola64! I've gone into lurking mode... If you need me feel free to PM me...
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/25/00 7:24pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	YIKES!! The forum seems to have suddenly gone into overdrive! So many new stories and authors, it's difficult to keep them all sorted out. My new goal is to have story posts made every other day, I have the next one almost ready. Thanks for reading. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/25/00 9:02pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Please Gryph, Can I've some more. Oooo Oooo and small question....What happened to Kithera after..well, after we saw her last? Stupid Question but I just had to know. Kithera -----signature----- Join the insanity http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678 * One bad day and a temper tantrum does not a dark Jedi make! http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1060
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/26/00 4:11pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	I can understand Rela's reluctance to meet up with Qui-Gon in these less-than-favourable circumstances, but isn't that asking an awful lot of her, to "try to blend into the crowd"? Just kidding! I can't wait to see if she can pull it off. Also, I want to read more about Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and, yes, Kithera too! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/26/00 7:51pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Ok, the Alli-Wan award for iffy-ness goes to this post. Not much action or suspense in this segment, but it serves to get me to a point where there will be some. And we'll be revisiting Kithera soon. As always, comments are welcome. ******** Qui Gon and Obi Wan walked side by side as they followed Countess Neila through the crowded streets on their way to the huge city gates and the now planetbound courier ship waiting beyond. Something must be wrong with the ships communications system, Qui Gon thought to himself, carefully shielding his feelings of anxiety from his padawan, Charsa is a major stickler for full updates whenever anything noteworthy occurs. When they arrived at the gates and were able to view the landing field outside, all three were amazed at the chaos that ran wild among the refugee ships. Medical teams were seemingly everywhere treating the injured as effectively as possible for the meantime and were evidently arranging transport to the med facilities for those who would require further attention to their injuries. Obi Wan focused his attention back and forth among the injured who were waiting for their turn at treatment, searching for the familiar faces of the Jedi who had begun this mission with he and his Master. His search so far yielded nothing, but he continued to keep an eye on the assembled beings awaiting medical attention...just in case. Qui Gon caught the merest glimpse of the courier vessel perched on the far edge of the bustling landing field. Finding himself unable to endure this leisurely pace, he strode forward briskly and replaced the Countess as the leader of the small group. The refugees that crowded the tarmac surface shrank back from his imposing form and scowling expression, providing a clear path to his destination. They arrived at the red tinged ship to find it with its engines completely shut down and the main hatch locked tight. There was no activity whatsoever around it, which was suspicious enough for Obi Wan to keep his hand near the hilt of his light saber. Qui Gon stalked up to the entryway and punched a code into the access panel, the door immediately irised open and he stepped into the dimly illuminated interior while Obi Wan and Neila waited outside in the early evening twilight. Several tense minutes later Qui Gon reappeared at the entryway, exited the craft and closed the portal behind him and returned to stand with his padawan and the Countess. “Obviously this is our ship since my access code worked, but there is no one on board and all non-essential systems are powered down,” he told them with a grave note in his voice, “there are a number of travel packs lying about as if whoever was on board didn’t take the time to carry their belongings with them. Unfortunately, I didn’t recognize any of the packs, and there was no owner identification on any of them.” Obi Wan had noticed the slight gleam of worry in his Master’s eyes as he delivered the last statement and thought quickly of how he might ease Qui Gon’s concern. “Master,” he said, trying to keep the tone of his voice light, “you said yourself that there is too much raw emotion flying around right now to be able to sense Master Charsa or Kason. Let’s give it some time and see what happens.” A soft chime from Neila’s silver wristband stalled Qui Gon’s reply and the two Jedi watched without comment as the Countess lifted her left wrist to her ear and listened to the muted message delivered by the communicator. Several times during the brief interlude Qui Gon and Obi Wan could sense flashes of surprise and curiosity through the force from the Countess as she listened to whatever she was receiving. The message evidently ended quickly because she lowered her arm and turned to gaze directly at the two Jedi before her. “Interesting news,” she said slowly, as if she were choosing her next words carefully, “that was a med technician letting me know that two injured passengers from this vessel have just been admitted to one of the medical centers. He said that one of them was a young man similarly attired as yourselves, so I’m assuming it is one of you missing friends.” “And the other?” Qui Gon asked impatiently. “That one actually has a name,” Neila replied, her eyes shining in curiosity, “the person who met the medics with the two patients told them that it is Vicetta Mermil of Llakret.” “Who was the person that accompanied them?” Obi Wan blurted out impatiently. “He didn’t say,” Neila answered, an apologetic half smile on her face, “but we can go find out, I know which Medical Facility they’re in. It’s not far.” “After you M’lady,” Qui Gon said with a slight bow, his eyebrows knotted in anxiety. A twenty-minute journey on foot through the nearly deserted,lamp illuminated boulevards of the city brought the two Jedi and their guide to the front of a squat, yet imposing stone faced building. “Master,” Obi Wan said in a soft voice, his blue eyes sparkling in the false illumination that lit the boulevard, “you know that I really don’t care much for hospitals.” “Indeed I do,” the Jedi Master replied with a slight, knowing smile, “you must not let your emotions rule you. Besides, with the amount of time you’ve spent under the ministrations of the temple healers, I would think that you would be a master surgeon by now.” The tiny smile continued to quirk the corners of his mouth. Obi Wan blue eyes darkened and he glared balefully at his Master in mute reply. The trio quickly made their way across the foyer of the med center and approached the reception desk. “I’d like to have a brief word with med tech Jonn-Vek please,” Neila said succinctly to the attendant. The receptionist, evidently recognizing the Countess for who she was, nodded wordlessly and walked behind a partition standing nearby that acted as a shield for an adjoining archway. The attendant returned much sooner than the three companions had anticipated and resumed his seat behind the carved onyx desk. “Jonn-Vek will be with you shortly,” he said in an oddly accented voice as he pointed to a corner of the foyer that contained a small gathering of chairs and stools, “you may wait for him over there if it pleases you.” Countess Neila moved off to the corner of the room while the Jedi bowed their thanks to the receptionist – who nodded wordlessly in acceptance and turned to resume his interrupted paperwork. Supposedly Kason is here, though I won’t give too much credence to that until I see him myself, Qui Gon thought silently as he followed his padawan across the sound absorbing carpet of the foyer, and accompanied by the ruler of Llakret...what could have possibly happened up there? And where is Charsa? Qui Gon could feel a cold knot of dread begin to form just under his heart. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Alli-Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/26/00 8:37pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Geneva,Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Jedi Gryph Grin: [i]Ok, the Alli-Wan award for iffy-ness goes to this post. LOL (alot). Your post was excellent as per usual. If nothing else, I will be remembered for spreading anxiety and self-doubt throughout the JC! What would the Alli-Wan Iffy-ness Award Be? A Giant Bronzed Nerve (perhaps from a squid?) Keep up the good work! Looking forward to more. --AWK, QOI -----signature----- “And occasionally, a handkerchief comes out to wipe away a tear of laughter. That is my reward. The rest goes to the government.” --Victor Borge http://www.geocities.com/alli_wan Like the truth, I'm still out there.
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/26/00 8:39pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Not iffy at all. A post every other day? Oh joy
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/27/00 10:33am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Excellent Gryph! I wish you would post again tonight. I don't think that I can wait until Sat. to read your next post. POST!!!! -----signature----- Want to know what ANTAR and TLST are? Visit Hell's Chance! http://www.hellschancecantina.com Proud Master to Lola64! I've gone into lurking mode... If you need me feel free to PM me...
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 4/27/00 11:57am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Pretty good stuff.
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/28/00 4:03pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	VROOM... to the top! -----signature----- Want to know what ANTAR and TLST are? Visit Hell's Chance! http://www.hellschancecantina.com Proud Master to Lola64! I've gone into lurking mode... If you need me feel free to PM me...
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/28/00 9:27pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Thanks for the input everyone, it is much appreciated. Here's some more, I hope you like it. ******** The med tech Jonn-Vek arrived before any of the three felt the stirrings of impatience. Qui Gon was the first to catch sight of the middle-aged technician walking toward them from the far end of the foyer. The man had a guileless, open face with laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, all topped off by a thinning shock of graying brown hair. “Greetings Countess,” he said in a subdued yet distinct voice, “how may I be of service to you and your companions?” He eyed the two Jedi warily, his unease around outworlders was painfully apparent. “We seek information,” Neila replied, consciously pitching her voice to be as soothing as possible, “you contacted me earlier concerning the arrival of Vicetta Mermil and an injured outworlder. You said that someone had accompanied them at the time and told you who the Vicetta was.” “I may have oversimplified things in the telling Countess,” Jonn-Vek coughed slightly and his face took on an embarrassed look, “when I arrived on the scene, one of the emergency volunteers had already taken charge of the two patients. When I asked her if they were accompanied by any one she just pointed at two figures walking in the other direction. I called out to them, but I doubt they could hear me...what with all the pandemonium taking place, and they just faded into the crowd.” “What did they look like?” Obi Wan blurted out, losing his patience momentarily, “were you able to see them well enough?” “Well,” Jonn-Vek replied, “like I said, things were pretty crazy at that point so I didn’t get a really good look. But one of them was tall...very tall and was covered in shaggy fur. The other was a young woman, though I wasn’t able to see her face.” “Perhaps we could talk to the volunteer who was there?” Qui Gon suggested in a tone of voice that indicated it was not a question. “I wish you could,” Jonn-Vek replied sincerely, “but I don’t know who she was, I’d never met her before.” He shrugged to indicate his helplessness. “Could we possibly visit our comrade?” Qui Gon asked, his frustration obvious in the tone of his voice, “I’d like to make sure it really is him, not to mention checking on his condition.” “Now that I can do,” Jonn-Vek said, relieved that he could offer some help after all, “if you will follow me...” He turned and led them to an archway that opened into a corridor behind the reception area. “We have them in the security ward for the meantime,” the med tech said over his shoulder as he led the way down a hallway that reeked of antiseptic, “because of the Vicetta’s importance, and the mystery your ‘comrade’ presented, we thought it best to keep them apart from the other patients.” “A wise precaution,” Qui Gon replied gruffly as the technician stopped and opened a door on their right. The room they entered held ten beds, five to each side, but only the two closest to the door were occupied. In the first was a man Qui Gon had never seen before, though even without prior acquaintance Qui Gon could tell that this man had experienced some rough times in the recent past. “Vicetta Mermil,” Countess Neila murmured to the still and silent figure lying before her, “we meet at long last.” She turned her attention from the unconscious form and looked at Jonn-Vek, “he looks like he’s been dragged face down through all nine hells. What is his condition?” “He is stable, Countess,” the med tech replied, “he has a rather nasty blaster burn on his side, and a serious concussion. But I am confident that he will recover...with time.” Qui Gon and Obi Wan walked to the next bed and stared down at its occupant. Short, spiky blond hair atop a young face that was much too pale, padawan braid lying listless and frayed on the white hospital pillow. Crisp, white linen sheets that came very close to matching the chalky pallor of the young man’s skin covered the rest of his body. “Kason,” Qui Gon breathed in dismay, “what has happened to you?” His gaze was drawn to the dark circles under the young man’s eyes. Sunken cheeks gave the padawan’s face an unhealthy gauntness that disturbed Qui Gon for some reason. “Now, that one,” Jonn-Vek stated without being asked, “is in a very unusual condition. Other than exhaustion, I can find no evidence of any serious physical injury; but nevertheless, he is suffering from severe traumatic shock. Without knowing the cause, I cannot begin a treatment.” “We need to talk to him...” Qui Gon began, then his voice trailed off when he saw the technician shaking his head slowly. “When we first arrived he started thrashing about, we were afraid he would injure himself so he was sedated...heavily.” Jonn-Vek shrugged his shoulders apologetically, “It will wear off in a few hours, if you want to come back in the morning I will be glad to leave standing orders that you are to be allowed full visiting privileges.” “That would be appreciated,” Qui Gon said as he gently laid one hand on Kason’s shoulder in a silent gesture of comfort and let the soothing power of the force flow from him into the padawan’s slumbering body. The three visitors jumped slightly in startlement when a deep, muted chime split the silence within the facility. “Sorry, another load of patients from the landing field” Jonn-Vek said as he strode quickly to the doorway, “I am needed. I’m sure you can find your way out. I will expect your return in the morning.” He disappeared without another word into the hallway. Qui Gon turned to the Countess, who was still gazing dispassionately at the injured Vicetta. “Countess,” he said in a courteous voice, “it is late, I suggest you retire for the evening and get some rest. Obi Wan and I will rejoin you here at first light of morning.” “Very well Jedi,” Neila replied, suddenly feeling drained by the exertions of the day and craving the comfort of her own bed, “I agree, but what of you and your companion? Do you have lodgings? I would be glad to offer...” “Thank you, but we must decline,” Qui Gon interrupted as he beckoned Obi Wan to follow him to the door, “my padawan and I have other business we must attend to this night. Rest well.” “What business did you have in mind Master?” Obi Wan asked when the two Jedi had reached the relative privacy of the darkened hallway. “There were half-packed travelling cases lying about on the ship, obviously the occupants did not have the time to take their belongings with them,” Qui Gon replied in his ‘teaching’ voice as they reached the foyer and passed through to the building’s exit, “we will return to the ship and wait for them to return and claim their belongings...and then we will get some answers.” -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/29/00 9:07am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Oh oh, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan hiding in the dark ship, waiting to jump out and say 'surprise'. Very cool cool.gif
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