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HealerLeona
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Definitely agree with your sis, happiness at the post but saddness as we near the end of such a fine story.
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Jane Jinn
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A thief and a swindler, but generally a pretty decent guy? Tell us more, Rela!
Good post, Gryph! Hope the story's not over too awfully quickly!
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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Just sending this back up so it doesn't slide off the back side of page 5. New post is almost ready.
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mouse2
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POST GRYPH POST!!!!!
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HealerLeona
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[QUIOTE]5-07-2000 04:12 PM
New post is almost ready.[/QUOTE]
Not that I'm anxious to see the end, I'd just like to read more.
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Kit'
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5/9/00 6:18pm
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MOre! Or I'll find tht stupid hamster dance and threaten you with it!!!!!!!!
Kithera
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mouse2
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I know you have a post ready, Gryph! I'm just going to have to find that hampster dance Kit' was talking about!
Here it is: http://www.thehampsterdance.comwww.thehampsterdance.com
POST!!!!!!
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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Heeeelllllloooo page 7! Sorry it took so long to get this post up, I had it ready last night but the forums were locked up tight. Many thanks to you folks for sticking around.
Welcome back Kit' I was wondering where you were lately.
Ok, enough talk. Here's some more, I hope you like it.
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The passage of a mere two days time found Kason physically strong enough to leave the Med Center permanently and partially resume normal activities, as long as they didn’t tax his strength too severely. Qui Gon was secretly concerned about the young man’s emotional recovery, and was reminded of that every time he looked into the boy’s lackluster green, feline eyes. Kason’s face and body were still gaunt and paler than normal, but that was sure to improve in time; for some reason the absence of vitality in his eyes troubled the Jedi Master greatly.
During waking hours Kason divided his time between his fellow Jedi in their silent observation of the newly formed Congress – and Rela, who accompanied him on long walks through the City Gardens, sometimes talking...sometimes listening...sometimes they just walked in silence, each content to allow the other to dwell on private thoughts.
After years of observing the seemingly endless debate and frustrating rhetoric of the Republic Senate, all three Jedi were somewhat amazed at the direct efficiency of the new Congress of Osiris. In less than a week they had decided upon the checks and balances that would be incorporated into the budding Government so that one part would never be able to overpower another. Qui Gon was quite sure that the presence of the imminently capable Countess Neila played an important part in the efficiency of the Ruling Body.
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After the break for mid-day meals was concluded, the Congress again convened to continue its development of the new planetary government. The Jedi Master and two Padawans moved to an unobtrusive distance from the throng of delegates and sat on benches far enough away so as not to intrude, but close enough to hear what was going on.
Obi Wan and Kason muttered to each other in scarcely concealed surprise when they saw Rela enter the still-open doors of the chamber and began wandering in their general direction.
“I thought politics bored you to tears,” Obi Wan said quietly to Rela as she arrived and deftly wiggled herself between him and his Master to sit on the long wooden bench.
“Something tells me that today may be a little different,” she replied as she squirmed a bit, trying to get a little more comfortable, “I just thought I’d take a look around.” Her brown eyes twinkled as she took in the surrounding chamber and the assembled dignitaries, making tiny monosyllabic noises when she spotted something or someone interesting.
Qui Gon continued to stare down at her, one eyebrow raised questioningly above his sea blue eyes, but he decided to say nothing for the meantime.
His other eyebrow rose to match the first when he noticed the form of Vicetta Mermil come walking, however unsteadily, into the Congressional meeting place.
“Hold on to your robes, boys.” Rela’s half whisper was barely audible, but the three Jedi heard it plain and clear. Obi Wan and Kason turned to her for clarification, but she just stared forward intent on the proceedings – as did Qui Gon.
“My dear Vicetta,” Neila’s contralto voice sounded clearly throughout the Congressional Chamber, “you should be resting – do you not trust us to inform you of anything important to your holding?” An irritated and slightly suspicious gleam shone in the Countess’ eyes.
“On the contrary beautiful Lady,” Mermil replied as he plopped down unceremoniously in an empty seat near the assembly, “it is I who wish to give you important information.” It was obvious that he was still not fully recovered, his face was too pale and perspiration dappled his forehead even though it was quite cool in the chamber, but his gaze was sharp and his voice did not waver in the least when he spoke. Several more of the Congress members turned in their seats to look at Vicetta Mermil and fixed their attention on him.
“By all means then,” Neila said and gestured gracefully with both hands for Mermil to continue speaking, “tell us what is so important that it causes you to leave your bed and bring you all the way to the Capital Building.”
Mermil stood unsteadily and fastened both hands on the back of the chair in front of him. Though he looked as if he were about to collapse and fall over at any moment, his voice was clear and strong as it rang throughout the huge domed chamber. “My Lords and Ladies of Osiris,” he began formally, then added more volume to his voice so as to heighten the impact of his pronouncement, “the sovereign territory of Llakret Moon Colony wishes to petition this newly formed Congress for membership within the Ruling Body and add the Moon itself to the territories held within its control.”
Complete silence answered his pronouncement for several uncomfortable moments. “Hello...” Mermil said, shuffling his feet nervously and looking a bit wild eyed, “so whaddya say?” Then, like a sun rising above the horizon, he could see a dawning comprehension take spark in many of the eyes that regarded him.
The transition from deafening silence to deafening furor was instantaneous. Suddenly the delegates were on their feet, shouting back and forth at one another, a multitude of arms waved in the air as the delegates tried to make their individual points understood.
The chaos was barely abated, and the shouting had reached a fevered pitch when Mermil collapsed bonelessly to the floor with a muffled thud; only Rela, sitting on the bench between her long time friends witnessed his collapse.
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Kit'
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5/10/00 6:41pm
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WoW~ Gryph! I went into lurker mode for about a month, but that doens't mean I didn't stop reading or enjoying for htat matter.
Anyway, I thought you said we were going to see Kithera soon?
Kit
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JediKnight-Obi-Wan
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Yeah, it's not that I LIKE to lurk. It's that I HAVE to lurk. LOL But I'll squeeze out some time to post and say........GREAT STORY
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HealerLeona
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Finally! Exciting as always I see.
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Alli-Wan
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5/10/00 10:58pm
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Alli-Wan was lurking again. (Bad Alli-Wan!)
Excellent work as per usual. Poor Kason and Mermil. They need a vacation. --AWK
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mouse2
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That was soo cooooolllllll!!!!!!
I can't wait to see what Rela does to help her friend. Post more!!!!!!
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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Oh, wow, thanks for all the comments everyone, they really mean a lot! Here's some more. (Don't fret Kit', Kithera's gonna show up very soon.)
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During the decades of Lemur’s iron fisted rule on Osiris, thousands of people had been exiled for whatever reason, be it real or imagined. Many of those forced to leave the City had taken their families with them, unwilling to be separated from their loved ones at any cost. As the seasons turned and the years drifted slowly past, those families grew and many joined together to form small communities all over the planet. While the thousands of people grew to even greater numbers, their means of survival were crude since they no longer possessed the technology that was taken for granted when they lived within the City. Though the lives they lived were primitive, the exiles did not revert to a barbaric state, instead they carefully preserved the knowledge of City life, waiting for the day that Lemur ruled no longer and they could finally go home.
One day there came a call...a call unlike any heard in the eons old history of the planet called Osiris by its current inhabitants. Spiraling out from the Capital City at its center, the call traveled slowly...it traveled at the pace of wandering traders and free spirited explorers. From community, to village, to small single-family cotholds the call made it’s way – slowly gaining momentum. It would take years for the call to wend it’s way around the entire globe, but it would happen...eventually. In each subsequent exile community that the call reached, it’s effects were the same: people would stop what they were doing - they left their fields in the middle of cultivation, they left their laundry drying on the banks of creeks and rivers, they stopped in the middle of their bartering in the marketplaces. They returned to their homes and calmly began packing their belongings and readying their children for traveling. The call had come...and continued on its way to more distant areas.
Lemur is no more...it’s time to go home.
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Even though there were no more ships landing on the city’s tarmac from Llakret, not all ships had been able to reach the landing coordinates and had landed or crashed elsewhere on the surface of the humid jungle planet. Survivors of those ships struggled through the depths of the unfamiliar jungle terrain and eventually, if they were lucky, made their way to the surrounding environs of the Capital City.
Tired, dirty, and many injured - people began making their way out of the jungles and approaching the Capital City. Both natives and crash survivors began streaming into the City, and more were still arriving in groups of varying size. It was expected by the Congress and others that this would continue for some time.
The streets and avenues of the Capital City were crowded to capacity, travel time was no longer measured in minutes but in hours. Medical Centers and free Hostels were crammed full to the bursting point. Hostel rooms meant to accommodate four guests at a time now played temporary home to as many as fifteen to twenty people. The Medical Centers found themselves in the same predicament as the limited number of beds quickly ran out, patients now slept on chairs, couches, and in many instances slept on the cold hard tiles of the floor.
Because of the dangerously crowded condition within the Medical Center, it was quite some time before Mermil’s condition could be addressed.
Several hours after Mermil’s re-admittance to the Med Center, Jonn-Vek entered the facility’s foyer and made his way through the crush of waiting beings to meet with a very nervous Rela and a Stoic Qui Gon Jinn. The moment their eyes met the technician’s they knew that the prognosis for the Vicetta was not good.
“So how bad is he?” Rela asked, her voice calm and even. Qui Gon stood next to her, silent and motionless.
Jonn-Vek cleared his throat self-consciously and paused a moment to look at the clipboard he carried in his right hand. “His condition is much more serious than I’d originally surmised,” he replied with another bout of throat clearing, “when he arrived the first time we didn’t see the need to run a tissue analysis scan since his injuries were pretty obvious. This time, however, we did so as a precautionary measure and the results are...unfortunate.”
“Could you elaborate on that?” Qui Gon said as he took a step forward, not menacing, but hoping that by interposing his physical self he might shield Rela from pain caused by the Technician’s answer.
“From the readouts that I got,” Jonn-Vek stated uneasily, “it seems as if the Vicetta has been dabbling with pharmaceutical substances that don’t agree well with human tissue over long periods of time. And now, with the added stress of the past week, his indulgences have caught up with him.”
“Cut to the chase, Doc,” Rela said with a hint of steel in her voice, “how long has he got?”
“Impossible to say,” Jonn-Vek replied, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion, “I’ve never had to deal with substance abuse on such a scale as this. He could die today, tomorrow, next year, or five years from now.”
“You’ll just have to figure it out as you go along,” Rela snapped back, finally losing the tenuous hold she had on her temper, “he needs treatment, put him in a private room and lock the door so he can’t get out until he’s cleaned up his act.”
“Private room?” Jonn-Vek snarled in anger, his eyes flashing with frustration, “look around you little girl! We have two hundred beds here and a thousand people needing treatment, how many of these people are you willing to sacrifice so your friend can ‘clean up his act’ as you so aptly put it?”
A startled gasp sounded from behind Qui Gon and all three turned to see Countess Neila standing there, her right hand hovering at her graceful neck, a shocked expression evident in her sky blue eyes.
“How much did you overhear?” Qui Gon asked softly as he moved to the Countess’ side.
“Enough,” she replied, her eyes hardening into a look of deepest resolve as she turned slightly to face the Med Technician, “Jonn-Vek, I formally open the doors to my estate in this hour of need.” She turned her right hand palm out to forestall his astonished stammering of thanks. “However,” she continued in an even voice, “I do not have the resources to provide care for the injured, so you must find the caregivers who will tend them.” She again motioned for him to be silent. “And,” she said, her voice taking on an extra tinge of authority, “the Vicetta will have a private room, we cannot afford to have the territory of Llakret under dispute at this time.”
The look that Jonn-Vek shot at Rela was of pure venom, but he nodded his head in agreement to the conditions. Without another word he turned and made his way through the throng of beings to make preparations to transport patients...and Mermil, to the much needed space that Neila had promised to provide.
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HealerLeona
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Ya, know Jedi Gryph Grin, thinking about all thoseople streaming into the city I keep hoping that maybe Master Charsa...
never mind. It's only wishful thinking.
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