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Gaeriel Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 4/7/00 6:24am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	A nice long post would make for a great weekend. How about it????????? Please????????
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/7/00 6:29am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan could feel, as well as hear the rapid approach of the soldiers. They proceeded swiftly, but warily, not wanting to walk into any traps. It had not taken them long to realize that they must not underestimate their quarry. Obi-Wan edged along the wall, feeling it with his left hand while still clutching his saber, un-ignited but ready, in his right. He only wished he could come up with something as devious as they expected him to. The young Jedi set his jaw grimly. The only thing he could do was try to hold his ground. He assessed the situation calmly, but in his heart, he knew it would be a suicide stand. Perhaps he could hide himself in the shadows and surprise them. Perhaps. The snipers on the catwalks had fallen silent, maybe he could... his hand caught on something. The something turned out to be a ladder, running up the wall as far as he could reach, and farther. What...? Then it dawned on him. This was one of the accesses to the catwalks, that’s why the snipers couldn’t reach him, he must be standing directly under the beginning platform, blocking their aim. Unable to go either right or left, forward or backward, Obi-Wan opted to go the only way he could. Up. Grabbing the rungs of the ladder, he climbed quickly. He had to make it up before the ground soldiers saw him or he was a sitting duck. His burned side and arm protested loudly, but he forced them to move even faster. He reached the top just as the soldiers reached the bottom. "Don’t see me, don’t see me," Obi-Wan more hoped than directed, swinging silently up onto the catwalk. His body was requiring too much of his strength for him to expend any trying to influence his attackers. The soldiers seemed puzzled, momentarily unsure of where their quarry had gone. Using the moment of peace, Obi-Wan centered himself and reached out to see how close he was to the other soldiers on the catwalks. He thought there must be about four or five of them, but none in his immediate vicinity, they were all moving away from him, trying to circle around to a point where they could get a clear shot at the ground below. Obi-Wan wiped the perspiration out of his useless eyes and grinned grimly. "Only I’m not down there anymore." Stretching his senses further, he found Verjl’s ship. Good, the engines were almost ready, but where was Qui-Gon? He was just beginning to search for his Master, when something else grabbed his attention. The soldiers that were not pursuing him had concentrated their attention of Verjl’s ship. Once they found that their hand weapons were not enough to make a dent in the ship’s shielding they had set about finding more drastic measures. Now they had erected a small proton cannon on a swivel base and were firing it up to blast the Administrator’s ship. Crouching down low in an attempt to avoid detection, Obi-Wan made his way towards the front of the hangar once more. He had to stop that cannon. The ship shuddered violently, throwing Verjl sideways in his seat. He channeled more power into the ship’s shields, but he knew there was no way the little craft could take a sustained pounding like this for very long. Obi-Wan crouched on the catwalk above the ship, assessing the situation. Six men were manning the cannon; the rest were setting up a second one. He would have to- Obi-Wan threw himself out of the way just in time as a shot zinged by his head. His coordination was a trifle off and his quick dodge turned into a sprawl on the catwalk floor. The sniper stood over Obi-Wan and took aim to fire again, but Obi-Wan knocked the blaster out of his hands with a wave of the Force, sending it skittering to the floor far below them. In the same, quick move, Obi-Wan kicked the soldier’s feet out from under him and sprang up. The soldier recovered himself quicker than one would have thought and attempted to tackle the teenager. Obi-Wan dodged, but as he backed away his foot caught on one of the loose planks that made up the catwalk floor. He stumbled and the soldier was on him. The force of the man’s rush bore them both down to the gently swaying planks of the catwalk. Obi-Wan landed hard with the soldier on top of him. The force of the landing knocked the air out of his lungs and his lightsaber out of his hand. He heard the sound of the handle roll across floor, bounce off a guardrail fall with a clatter to the floor below. "Great, just great," was all Obi-Wan had a chance to think before his thoughts were consumed simply with trying to keep the man who had him pinned from crushing the life out of him. As they grappled and struggled, Obi-Wan heard the booming report of the cannon below them. He had to do something soon or it would be too late for Verjl. He tried to get his knees up to kick his opponent off him, but the man was not about to let him do that. Half sitting, half kneeling on Obi-Wan’s hips the fellow held Obi-Wan down quite firmly. The burly soldier both out-weighed and out-strengthed the fifteen-year-old, and although Obi-Wan was holding his own, in his weakened condition he couldn’t get out from under the Driosnian. The man tried to get his hands around the blind Jedi’s neck, but Obi-Wan caught his wrists and it turned into a wrestling match. Obi-Wan gathered his strength, preparing to use the Force to help him get the man off when the soldier’s elbow caught him in the ribs, his injured ribs. Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide as the pain of the blow to his badly burned side ripped through him. His grip on the soldier’s wrists loosened. Seeing the boy’s reaction and realizing the cause, the man pulled his hands free and hammered down another blow against Obi-Wan’s injured ribs. Obi-Wan nearly screamed. Acting out of desperation, Obi-Wan gave a hard roll to the right, tossing his opponent off balance. The soldier was shocked, he had thought the boy incapacitated. Using the surprise to his advantage Obi-Wan suddenly reversed direction and rolled left, pulling out of the soldier’s grip all together. With a final effort Obi-Wan jumped to his feet. Pain was making his hands shake and he felt disoriented, but he did not let that rule him. Despite the pain, despite his blindness and despite the fear and hopelessness that wanted to take him, Obi-Wan remained focused, and it saved his life. The soldier jumped up, coming after the boy. Obi-Wan was not sure he would make it out of another altercation with the big man. He didn’t have to. Heeding the warning he felt tingle through his bones, the young Jedi ducked, just as a blaster shot from behind whizzed over his head. The blast passed harmlessly over him and caught the other soldier instead. Obi-Wan did not wait to let the other soldiers, who he could feel moving this way, converge on him, but jumped over the railing of the catwalk, using the Force to aid his fall. A warning light flashed red on the control panel. The tiny craft’s shields could not take much more. A few more blasts and they’d be gone all together. Suddenly, through the cockpit windshield, he saw Obi-Wan jump from the catwalk on the ceiling and land on the soldiers surrounding the cannon. The surprised soldiers went down with a cry. Calling his fallen lightsaber to his hand, Obi-Wan slashed down, cutting the cannon in half before the startled soldiers could do anything about it. Another slash dispatched the second cannon that they had just finished setting up. Leaping backward in a series of quick flips, Obi-Wan backed towards the ship, parrying blaster bolts as he went. Verjl’s heart twisted within him as he realized that to let Obi-Wan in, he would have to lower the shields and open the hatch. Both were fatal options. He had watched men die before for a cause, but rarely any so brave, or so gifted. There were nearly fifty soldiers on the scene now and more seemed to be arriving each moment. They had the ship surrounded, and had Obi-Wan boxed up against it. Obi-Wan’s lightsaber was a blur of light as he battled to keep up with th -----signature----- "Once a Talon, always a Talon." Clear skies, sir. http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com proud oldbie master to full-fledged Trika-ized JCer -Kypster-
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/7/00 9:33am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	(Heart pounding wildly) Run, Qui-Gon, run! More, more, more... -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/7/00 10:34am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	What's gonna happen to Obi-Wan?! I need more right now! Please! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Darth Mulacki Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/7/00 4:11pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	hello new post please -----signature----- Lord of Rage of the Metaltropolis There is something beautiful...something wonderful...between life and death "Adam, the police officer says you have to drink more" "Not too drunk to drive....Officer will you hand me another beer"
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LadyHawke Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/7/00 4:17pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I see this at the top of the page, and yet again, I get sucked in hoping there's a new post... ARG! POST POST POST Hmmm... now I'll post and someone else will come in begging you to post more as well...
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/7/00 6:31pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Amazing! Gotta have more, please!
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/8/00 7:43am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	The control panel flashed, telling Verjl that the engines were ready for lift-off. The Driosnian hesitated. It was not supposed to be this way. It was vital that someone survive this encounter and report to the Republic, but could he live with himself if he escaped, knowing he had left Kenobi and Jinn to die on a foreign world for a cause that was not their own? He didn’t know where Jinn was so there was nothing he could do for him, but the boy had willingly chosen to risk his life by acting as a diversion to cover Verjl, could he really bring himself to leave the young Jedi behind? To face either certain death here, or worse, capture and slow death at the hands of Drojan torturers? Obi-Wan heard the hum of the engines directly behind him and felt a rush of air against his back. He knew the ship was ready, why didn’t Verjl take off? He couldn’t hold the soldiers back forever. They were already setting up another cannon. Suddenly the hatch on the side popped open. "Kenobi, run for it!" Verjl shouted urgently above the whine of the engines and the racket of the warfare. If the hatch was open, that meant the shields were down. They had only moments before the Drojans that encircled the little craft tried to rush Verjl. The soldiers had Obi-Wan completely boxed in against the engine casing on the back of the ship, there was no easy way around them. He could do it, but it would take time. More time than they had. Obi-Wan knew he couldn’t make it to the hatch before the Drojans that had the rest of the ship surrounded did. "I can’t! Take off!" Obi-Wan shouted back. He too realized that someone must escape this place, must tell the rest of the galaxy the truth about what was going on here. Verjl saw the soldiers rush towards him as soon as the hatch was open, spitting fire. He blasted back at them, bringing the leaders of the charge down, but the second wave kept coming. He heard Obi-Wan yelling for him to take off and knew the boy was right. Just then someone whizzed over the Drojan’s heads in a long, powerful leap. Qui-Gon landed in front of the hatch, saber up. "Padawan!" he called out, parrying the surprised and momentarily disorganized soldiers’ wild blasts. Obi-Wan twisted to the right, searching for a gap in the living wall that fenced him in. He found none. He didn’t have enough room to jump and the dizzy way his head was spinning made him unsure of the results if he tried. "There’s no time Master, go!" Qui-Gon would not accept that, but his entire attention had to be focused on defending the hatch, he could not reach Obi-Wan’s position. Sheena arrived at the hanger several paces behind Qui-Gon. She saw the fighting around the ship. Then she saw the soldiers bringing a cannon to bear directly on Qui-Gon and Verjl’s position. Stooping to retrieve the weapon of one of the soldiers who had fallen in the entryway, during the first attack that Obi-Wan had fended off, she slipped quietly towards them. With everyone’s attention on the Jedi and the ship, she was able to come up behind the two men by the cannon without being noticed. She was tempted to just blast them, but she could not. Even with a good reason, she could not bring herself to shoot anyone in the back. Switching the weapon to stun, she knocked them out cold instead. A ground-shaking blast rattled the air. "The cannon!" Obi-Wan thought urgently. They were out of time. Why wouldn’t Verjl and Qui-Gon just take off?! Then he realized that the blasts were not being aimed at them. Qui-Gon looked around in surprise as the blast scattered the soldiers attacking him. Sheena wheeled the cannon about to target the group that had Obi-Wan pinned down. BLAM! The shot blasted a smoking crater in the hanger floor, scattering Drojans left and right. The power of it knocked Obi-Wan back against the engines, but he recovered quicker than the soldiers and was sprinting around the side of the ship before the Drojans knew what hit them. The soldiers were regrouping quickly. It would not take them long to figure out where those shots were coming from. "Time to go!" Qui-Gon called out; motioning her in just as Obi-Wan reached them. Jumping down off the aiming stand, Sheena made a dash for the ship. She was almost there when one of the fallen soldiers rolled over and took aim at her. Obi-Wan could not see what was happening, but he felt it. "Sheena!" he screamed, knowing there was no way he or Qui-Gon could get to her in time. A blast from behind them caught the soldier just as he fired, making the shot go wild and miss Sheena by a meter. Qui-Gon turned in time to see the smoke curl from Verjl’s blaster. "Run Sheena! Run!" her former Master urged. Run she did, not stopping until Verjl pulled her into the ship. "Our turn Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as the remaining Drojans reorganized their attack. Leaping onto the partially extended ramp the two Jedi backed in quickly; blocking shots as they went until the hatch slammed shut. Verjl brought the shields back up in an instant and with a whoosh that scattered what was left of their attackers the little craft took to the sky, heading for the stars and safety. Obi-Wan steadied himself on the back of what he thought was one of the cabin chairs and started to collapse into it. Unfortunately, the projection he had grabbed stuck out further than the seats themselves and he missed. He ended up sitting down on the deck beside the chairs with a hard whump. Obi-Wan shook his head, momentarily bewildered about how he had gotten there. It was a struggle, but Sheena was sensitive enough not to laugh at him. However, in the state he was in now, Obi-Wan probably would not have cared. He was too exhausted to be embarrassed, so he simply picked himself up and groped until he found the chair for sure this time before sinking into it. The young Jedi’s tired fingers fumbled slightly with the buckles as they all strapped in for the jump to hyperspace. He was bone weary and the mix of adrenaline and pain left his whole body shaking. The jolt that shook the ship as it entered hyperspace made him grit his teeth as it shook his sore body. Leaning back, the Padawan closed his eyes, breathing unsteadily. He almost couldn’t believe they had made it. He had been ready to die back there, so many times, yet here they were. He felt Qui-Gon’s hand on his shoulder but did not open his eyes yet. It didn’t matter whether they were closed or open anyway and he was so exhausted. Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan’s young body trembling with pain and fatigue under his hand. He was not surprised. Obi-Wan felt the warm waves of comfort and calm coming from his Master’s touch and sank deeper into the chair as his tense body started to relax a little. "I’m proud of you Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, gently undoing the now unnecessary restraint straps to check the nasty looking burn on his apprentice’s side. "You did a Knight’s job out there today. None of us would have made it away if you hadn’t held them off as you did." Obi-Wan’s body felt like it was on fire and his side was nothing but sheer pain, but Qui-Gon’s praise made all that seem inconsequential to him. He had done it. He had functioned as a Jedi despite his blindness. Making it through this proved to him that Qui-Gon was right. His so-called handicap did not make him lesser person. He did not have to give up his dreams; he could still become a Knight. Obi-Wan smiled faintly despite the pain. "I’m sorry you had to do it alone," Qui-Gon said softly as he unbuttoned what was left of Obi-Wan’s shirt. He did not want to foster more tension like had been between them earlier. Obi-Wan grimaced as Qui-Gon pulled the shirt off, sucking his breath in through his teeth. "I wasn’t alone," Obi-Wan shook his head. "Even though you weren’t there, even though I couldn’t feel you and didn’t know where you were, I wasn’t alone, because I had the lesson’s you’ve taught me in my head and the love you’ve shown me in my heart -----signature----- "Once a Talon, always a Talon." Clear skies, sir. http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com proud oldbie master to full-fledged Trika-ized JCer -Kypster-
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snowbee-wan kenobi Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/8/00 8:48am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	That was really good, sorry I just posted I've been reading this for a while. :-) -----signature----- "Lost a planet master Obi-Wan has. How embarassing. How embarassing." -Yoda AOTC
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/8/00 12:03pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Vergil and Sheena. Awwwww.....how sweet. Four thumbs up! -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/8/00 12:20pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	-----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/8/00 12:56pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Oh no. Is the story almost done. It's maddening to want to read more but then when it's over... well it kinda makes me sad.
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/8/00 9:44pm Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	I feel the same way H.L.. So many great stories, so little time. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/9/00 8:17am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Obi-Wan lay on the table, dressed in the long, white tunic of one who was in the care of the Temple Healers. The marks of the abuse he had suffered and the burn from the blaster shot were gone as if they had never been. Only the thin white bandage that covered his eyes served as a reminder that anything had happened to him at all. "How did it go?" Qui-Gon asked, trepidacious despite himself. "The minor injuries were a small thing to treat," the Healer informed him. "However, his eyes..." Qui-Gon’s stomached tightened. "Yes?" The Healer sighed. "It’s like we told you before we preformed the procedure on him. He’s got a fifty-fifty chance of being able to see again. We won’t know for sure which way it will be until he wakes up." Qui-Gon sat by Obi-Wan’s bedside, struggling with conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted Obi-Wan to hurry and wake up so that the uncertainty would be over, but another part of him wanted to postpone the moment as long as possible, because at least in not knowing there was hope... Obi-Wan had proven himself more than capable even without his eyes, but Qui-Gon could not help hoping for a cure. Obi-Wan was so young. Too young to go through life without ever being able to see the beauty of an alien sunrise or enjoy a quiet moment watching the wind make incandescent ripples through the violet saw grass. Qui-Gon forced himself to think of something else. He thought of Sheena and Verjl. Verjl had been arrested the moment their ship put down on Coruscant. As soon as they had left Driosnia, the Krallnorn had immediately issued an intergalactic warrant for his arrest, citing a host of charges, which Qui-Gon knew were entirely bogus. Verjl was not surprised and went with them quietly, but he did claim political asylum, preventing his deportation back to Driosnia. An impartial hearing was to be held sometime next week to look into the allegations, both the ones against Verjl, and the ones that the ex-Administrator made against the Drojan party. Qui-Gon knew that with he and Obi-Wan, as well as Sheena, on the witness stand, Verjl had nothing to worry about. Sheena was currently staying in the Temple’s guest housing as a guest of the Jedi. She went every day to visit Verjl at the detention center and Qui-Gon admitted to finding their quickly growing relationship as amusing as it was touching. Obi-Wan stirred. He was waking up. Qui-Gon sat on the edge of his seat; unconsciously holding his breath as Obi-Wan groggily put his hand to his bandaged eyes. Obi-Wan came slowly out of the effects of the anesthesia. He opened his eyes and found everything dark. Somehow, he felt as if he should be disappointed, but he was not. He had accepted whatever happened to him back on the ship after escaping from Driosnia. If he were meant to be blind, then he could accept that. It was a limitation, but not a block, and just like other limitations, it was one that he knew, with Qui-Gon’s help, he could learn to move beyond. Putting his hands to his face, his fingers brushed across the bandage over his eyes. A cool hand moved his hands away from his face, but it was not Qui-Gon’s hand. "Master?" he asked groggily. "I’m here Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan’s hand in his. The Healer gently loosened the bandage and pulled it off. The sudden brilliance of the room lights after having been so long in darkness made Obi-Wan start and press his watering eyes closed in shock, his hands once more flying to his face to shut out the blinding rush of light. Qui-Gon rose quickly, bending over his apprentice in deep concern. "Obi-Wan, are you all right?" Obi-Wan did not answer at once, but pulled his hands away from his face slowly, blinking uncertainly like a baby Ooshka opening it’s eyes for the first time. The first thing he saw was blurry shapes and twists of color and it seemed to the young Jedi that he had never seen anything so beautiful as those wavery splotches of brilliance. He blinked harder to clear the tears out of his eyes, still squinting against the unaccustomed light. Slowly the fuzzy shapes resolved themselves into distinct images and Obi-Wan saw his Master above him, looking down into his face with so much concern it would have made the boy’s heart ache, if he had not already felt so insatiably happy. Qui-Gon’s worry turned to joy as a huge smile spread across Obi-Wan’s face and for the first time in almost a month the Padawan’s eyes focused on something, locking onto Qui-Gon’s in an expression of limitless delight. "I can see," Obi-Wan whispered, almost not believing it. "Master, it worked, I can see again!" he repeated, louder this time, sitting bolt upright in his excitement. The world wavered before him again, but this time, it was tears of gladness that obscured the Padawan’s vision. Qui-Gon gathered the boy into his arms for a long hug as tears of relief and happiness slid silently down Obi-Wan’s cheeks. "I can see," Obi-Wan repeated softly once more, as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world. The depth of Obi-Wan’s joy and his own relief and delight washed over Qui-Gon like a wave and he hid his face behind Obi-Wan’s shoulder so that no one would see that he too was crying. "I’m glad Padawan, so glad," was all Qui-Gon could say, but it was more than adequate. The hearing was held on a beautiful day when even a city planet like Coruscant looked bright and cheerful. The proceedings went smoothly and the all charges against Verjl Owskar, former Administrator of Driosnian, were dismissed. Both the Krallnorn’s fabricated ones and any Verjl could have been implicated in due to his involvement in the Drojan party as the case against their bloody regime was opened. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan found a moment to speak with Verjl and Sheena after the proceedings were over, they had not seen Verjl since landing and had seen little enough of Sheena as she always seemed to be at the detention center. "I appreciated your fine testimony in my behalf," Verjl greeted with a smile as the two Jedi approached. "It’s good to see you again Jinn, Kenobi," he shook their hands. "And you Mr. Owskar, it is very good to see you sir," Obi-Wan said with a large smile, at last able to put a face to Verjl’s voice. Verjl smiled, noting with approval the way the boy could now meet and hold his eyes. "Yes, Obi-Wan," Verjl nodded. "Sheena told me the good news. I am glad for your healing. The Senate has agreed to step into the affairs of Driosnia, so perhaps it will soon be over and my planet too, can begin to heal." "I do hope so Mr. Owskar," Obi-Wan said earnestly. "Where will you go now?" Qui-Gon inquired. "Now that you are cleared and free?" Verjl wrapped an arm around Sheena’s shoulders in a fond embrace. "Before I tell you that, I suppose I should tell you our good news," his dark eyes sparkled, giving away the secret before he spoke. "Sheena and I are going to be married." "Congratulations!" Qui-Gon smiled warmly, and Obi-Wan added his assent. "We will be staying on Coruscant for the time being, the Senate thinks it may yet require my assistance in this whole process and it is Sheena’s and my deepest wish to be able to take part in the rebuilding of our beloved home-world when this whole, retched business is over with. And you? You will both return to your normal lives?" "Whatever they may be when you’re not being shot at, burned, blinded, captured, tossed in prison camps and made slaves that is," Sheena added with a devilish smile. "Is there anything else we do Master?" Obi-Wan asked, turning to Qui-Gon with a barely concealed smile. "For not being supposed to crave adventure, we certainly seem to have more than our share." Qui-Gon raised his eyebrow in dry amusement. Sheena laughed. "Well Obi-Wan, I hope we shall meet again one day. Maybe we’ll get together and clean some floors, or better yet, do some midnight fuel-tank stowing!" Obi-Wan grimaced dubiously. "Umm, let’s skip -----signature----- "Once a Talon, always a Talon." Clear skies, sir. http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com proud oldbie master to full-fledged Trika-ized JCer -Kypster-
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/9/00 9:42am Subject: Re: "Lost Light" - A New FanFic by Cassia
	Wonderful. Very wonderful. Just the right balance of drama, emotional turmoil, philosophy, humor, and romance. (Vergil and Sheena. I still can't help but smile at that.) Well, we always love happy endings, especially when they're well-written. Great work! -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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