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Short Round McFly Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 4/16/00 5:17pm Subject: Re: Digitally remastering
	Yeah, what I am trying to achieve is making bad quality pic's more clear and clean cut -----signature----- Violence is cool when it saves your life "History will look upon the act depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest." -Gandhi "Kurds dream about being homeless in America." -Sam Kinison
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/17/00 11:12pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	I hope this one isn't too abrupt. I'm afraid I might have squished too much stuff into a little space. Aaanyways... ******************** Almost there, Pallak’Saandii thought. Only a few more tunnels. Hold on, Maeli! She wished she could speak to her sister through the Force, like the Jedi could. For the first time in the weeks since Kylra had “died”, she had hope that her beloved sibling could be saved. Just don’t get angry, Maeli. She willed the words to reach her, turning her head to check on Kylra. The older princess was not used to an underground life like Pallak was. She looked tired and frustrated, but otherwise all right. Probably irritated that the walls won’t part for her. Another situation, and Pallak would have laughed at her older sister, so dependent on being respected, being obeyed without question. Pallak hadn’t exactly been indulging her lately. Don’t worry, my sister. Soon, you will be Chume’dyaii again, and Maeli will hopefully be back at the Jedi Temple. Where she belongs. Maybe she will take me with her. Pallak wanted so much to get away from Hapes. She wanted to be with her sister. The years without her had been terribly lonely. Walking through these tunnels reminded Pallak of the times she and Maeli had run through here as children, hiding from their nurses. She smiled at the memory, a bittersweet expression. “Won’t the Queen have the passage guarded in the throne room?” The voice of Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi Master, broke her reverie. “Yes. We will come out in the next room. But Mother doesn’t know that I know about these passages, so our appearance will be a surprise, I expect.” The Jedi started to say something, but broke off abruptly. Pallak looked around in alarm. “What is it?” The Jedi’s face was as white as parchment. “By the Sith,” he whispered, horror-struck. “What?!” His expression frightened her. “Maeli?” “Yes. She’s.. she’s disappearing. Surrounded. Dark, evil... oh, no...” His eyes were closed. Maelili!! No! Pallak was frantic. “Come on!” She began to run. There! There was the exit. She brought out a large, old fashioned key, set with a huge gem. Damn Hapan decoration. It was unwieldy, but she got in open. “Let me go first.” Qui-Gon was halfway through the door before she could answer. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast. “Stay here,” she enjoined Kylra severely (as if she would need me to say that... she would never risk her life for anyone), and practically leapt into the foyer. Sure enough, there were two guards at the chamber door. Their weapons were trained on Pallak and the Jedi. Damn damn damn DAMN! “Put those down, please,” Qui-Gon said mildly, pointing to the blasters. Impossibly, they obeyed him. Pallak gaped. “Now,” Qui-Gon spoke to them strictly, “There is a disturbance in the garden. Go investigate it.” They obeyed, blank expressions on their faces. Pallak threw the door open, revealing Maeli’Saandii. She was surrounded by the Other’s horrible light, engulfed in a black cloud, fighting a loosing battle. The spirit would use her own anger against her. “NOOOOO!” Pallak screamed, throwing herself on her sister, shaking her vigorously. “MAELI!! No, come back! You can beat it! Please come back!!” The raven-haired princess blinked. “Pallak?” “Yes. Maeli, its me.” “Oh, gods, Pallak!” She hugged her sister fiercely. Her joy at seeing Pallak seemed to overcome the anger. Her face melted into pure happiness. The cloud fled back into the Ta’a Chume. “I am so glad to see you! I missed you so!” “I missed you, to, Maeli.” Pallak held her older sister, rocking her back and forth. “It’ll be alright now, darling.” But it wasn’t, for they had forgotten the Ta’a Chume. Pallak heard her frantic scream a moment too late. “No!” the Queen shrieked in a horrible voice, drawing a blaster and firing on her youngest daughter. But the Other had forgotten Qui-Gon Jinn. The sound of a lightsaber igniting filled Pallak’s ears. The shot never hit her, the Jedi batted it away into a wall effortlessly. “Run!” she heard him shout. She did, pulling her sister up. “Come on,” she said, “Master Jinn can take care of himself. We’re getting you out of here.” Maeli looked too stunned to understand, so Pallak pulled her through the door without another word. We’re going to make it! She celebrated too soon. As soon as she cleared the doorway, the guard was there. His eyes shone black, for the Daman was controlling his actions. There was no time to react, he moved to fast. A horrible pain blossomed in her abdomen, freezing her spine and making her head spin. She stared down at the long knife that protruded from her stomach. She heard her sister scream. “PALLAK!!” The room started to spin, her knees buckled. She didn’t even feel Maeli grab her and lower her to the floor. Great Mother! I can’t die now! “Maeli,” she reached out to touch the face of her sister, her Maeli. “Go. Go away from here. Back.. to the Temple. I thought... I might go with you. Not to be, I suppose.” Not yet. She made herself speak. There was blood on Maeli’s veils where she touched them. “Don’t... don’t stay here. Please, Maeli, please...” Maeli ripped the veils away so she could see her sister. Her royal blue eyes shone with tears. “No, Pallak. Don’t die!” She spoke frantically. “Please stay with me.” “I love you, my sister.” The words took the last of Pallak’s strength. Helplessness was a horrible feeling. Great Mother, let her be all right! She implored the void as it claimed her. Let her be all right!!
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jedi_master_gimpy Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/20/00 1:38pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Wow!! This is REALLY good, Maelisaandii!! Keep it coming, okay? -----signature----- "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." - Hebrews 10:23 "carnivorous salamanders the size of whales!" Your barnacle goes to college.
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/21/00 1:28pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Thanks, Master Gimpy! I'll try and post again later today.
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/21/00 6:48pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Pallak is dead. Qui-Gon felt the despair of his student through the mental link he had with her. Demon or not, this woman had killed her own daughter! Qui-Gon rounded on the Ta’a Chume. “How can you do this?!” The Queen only raised an eyebrow at him, and Qui-Gon could only stare back. He had never seen such coldness. It was no wonder his Padawan had the trouble she did. He shook his head and turned away from her, sprinting through the huge doors. Maelisaandii was kneeling beside the lifeless form of her sister. Qui-Gon’s breath caught in his throat. Her sister dead, by the hand of the one she hated most. This was just the thing that might push his student to the dark side. Her face confirmed his fears. When she looked up, all the resentment, hate, rage, and fear that he had sensed dormant in her was etched all across her features. “No, Padawan.” He tried to reach out to her, but she shoved his hand away. Her face contorted into a snarl and she threw herself back into the throne room. Seconds later, he heard the scream of her mother, augmented by Maelisaandii’s own cry. “YOU!” She had dragged the Ta’a Chume from her throne, thrown her to the ground. Her hands were around the Queen’s neck, choking the life from her mother. “Damn you!!” she shrieked. The dark spirit began to take hold of her again, but this time it looked like she was accepting it. Embracing it. She was- taking it willingly... ~No!~ he cried out to her, but she wasn’t listening. He could hear her thoughts- she didn’t care. Didn’t care if the evil claimed her soul, if only she could kill the thing that killed her sister. Rage. Murderous rage consumed her. “Maelisaandii, no!!” Qui-Gon screamed aloud, bolting to his Padawan and wrenching her away from the Queen. ~I won’t le you do this~ Choose her own path be damned. I won’t lose her like this. ~I will NOT let you give yourself to this evil. Think, Maelisaandii!! Have I taught you for NOTHING?! So you could abandon my teaching at the first obstacle?~ He took her by the shoulders and pierced her with his gaze, his blue eyes boring down to her heart. The faint but violent gasps of the Ta’a Chume only served to augment his thoughts. The young woman faltered, fighting to gain control. “I... I...” ~Why? Would Pallak be happy about this? What can you accomplish? Nothing! Except the loss of your soul.~ The anger that twisted on her face melted away, leaving only stunned shame. He felt the Other, no longer trying to hide itself, raged silently and return to its former sanctuary. It wanted Maelisaandii. She was strong, more capable than her mother in the Force. But it couldn’t take her without her consent. And she almost gave it. Qui-Gon shuddered. “Come on,” he said sharply, taking his student by the hand and leading her away, leaving the hunched and gasping figure of the Queen Mother.
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Katri Tai Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/21/00 9:26pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	I can't beleive I've missed your story until today I know I love it Keep it going.. please? -----signature----- "Yes. Sigh I've already read about Han and Leia's chidren, Luke and Mara. :P Huh? What do you mean Obi-Wan can't appear anymore!? They did what to Chewie!?? Does George know about this? ';'
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/21/00 9:59pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Aww... redface.gif Thanks a lot, Katri Tai! Don't worry, more is coming.
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jedi_master_gimpy Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/22/00 6:17pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	WOW!! That was a very...involving...post!! I like it, I like it!! You did a wonderful job of letting everyone feel exactly what was going through your characters' minds and seeing the scene as though they were there. Excellent job!! Keep it coming! -----signature----- "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." - Hebrews 10:23 "carnivorous salamanders the size of whales!" Your barnacle goes to college.
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/23/00 2:46pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	What have I done? What have I done? What. Have. I. DONE??? Her head was spinning. She had almost given, almost given herself to the darkness. Against all training, she had almost fallen. And the only thing that held her back was Qui-Gon. He said I would do well. But when it came down to it, she was completely lost, alone, and vulnerable without him. Without her teacher to protect her, she had almost set off on the dark path, running at that. Despair was clinging to her, like mynocks to a power line. I knew it. I knew this would happen. What I swore I’d never do. I SWORE I would never go down that path. Master, I am so sorry! I failed you. Humiliation, worthlessness, shame, and a black sense of futility joined her despair. Qui-Gon must have seen the blank look in her eyes. “Padawan,” he said gently, but with the firmness of steel, “You must pay attention. Be mindful of the moment... you can resolve the past later.” She tore herself out of her melancholic deliberation, meeting her Master’s eyes and rearranging her features to match his for determination. A switch turned in her mind, shutting out all the distractions that consumed her a moment before. I may not be a Jedi, but I still have the training. They slipped noiselessly into the hidden door, closing the door right as the two guards returned from their futile investigation of the garden. Someone was waiting for them. Familiar. She knew that shape. It can’t be. “Kylra?” Alive?! “Maeli’Saandii,” came the cold voice. There was only one thing she could say. “Pallak is dead.” The accusation hung at the end of her statement. And you did nothing. The eldest of the royal family only raised her eyebrows. An expression so like the Ta’a Chume’s, it froze Maelisaandii’s heart. “She is dead,” said Kylra, “but we are not.” Qui-Gon was already headed away from the throne room, his lightsaber lit as a beacon in the darkness. ~She is right, Maelisaandii~ For the first time, Maelisaandii shrank away from her Master’s mental touch. She didn’t want him to see her. She didn’t want him to see the failure she had become. She retreated out of the glow of his lightsaber, navigating only by instinct and memory. Their passage under the palace almost sent Maelisaandii back into her depressed musings. Every corner reminded her of Pallak. Of the times they would play here, pretending to be smugglers or knights, warriors and queens. The stubborn part of her mind didn’t want to admit that she was dead. That it couldn’t be true. Pallak would be around the next corner, waiting for her. But she wasn’t. Not here... not this one, or that. Gone. A bright beam of light cut short her wonderings, causing her to squint. The door was open, revealing the door to the hangar... and the garrison of troops guarding, all of them raising their weapons.
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jedi_master_gimpy Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/25/00 9:33am Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	EEEk!! hurry and post more!!! NOw!! -----signature----- "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." - Hebrews 10:23 "carnivorous salamanders the size of whales!" Your barnacle goes to college.
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/25/00 2:42pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	ROFL, Master Gimpy! Thanks a lot... <yells at her ego to get the heck back here RIGHT NOW before it breaks something> ******************************************** Adrenaline surged through his system as Qui-Gon swept his lightsaber from his belt. “Come on!” he barked, darting out into the corridor. The only way they’d make it was to move too fast for the troops to gather their wits. He dimly saw Kylra pull a small blaster. “I’ll cover you!” His lightsaber swatted away bolt after bolt. These did not come from remotes, and this was not a training exercise. All his concentration was required for this, and he gave it. He had not earned the reputation for exceptional lightsaber technique for nothing, he thought grimly. Somehow, in all that motion, he managed to pull Maelisaandii’s saber from his robe and toss it to her. He would not leave her unarmed. Her blade flashed to life, swirling with every color of the rainbow. He reached out to her, this time she accepted him. Their minds meshed, becoming the perfect team. Maelisaandii covered Qui-Gon’s back, Qui-Gon swept blaster bolts away from her. They both coordinated attacks against group after group of troops. The soldiers didn’t stand a chance. They fairly flew towards the hangar, slowing to accommodate Kylra. Screams of the guards, and orders from their superiors heralded their passage. Qui-Gon flung out a hand and the doors crashed open, violently slamming on their hinges. There they were. Their fighters. Their freedom. The Jedi Master heaved a sigh of relief that they were still there. ~Padawan~ he called her out of habit ~Kylra’s with me. Lets get out of here~ Before she could protest, he grabbed the heiress by the arm and pulled her to his fighter. With a flying leap, he settled himself into the cockpit. A flicker of concentration brought Kylra up behind him. Why did the canopy take so long to close? Finally, the fighters soared away from the Hapan palace. But they weren’t in the clear yet. Qui-Gon’s jaw clenched. They still had to get into hyperspace. “I’m sending the coordinates,” came the voice of Maelisaandii, carrying none of the despondency he sensed from her. Qui-Gon checked his computer. “Got them. Go now, Padawan.” Go. Go go go. I want you out of here. The patrols were on them, and more. Five enormous Battle Dragons were moving into position to cut them off. Battle Dragons. If they didn’t get into hyperspace within the next few seconds, there would be no escape. “Plug the coordinates in, Master,” came the reply, “We’ll go together.” “Leave. Leave NOW, Maelisaandii,” Qui-Gon growled sharply. The Dragons were closing. The computer was still working. Come ON! he urged in silently. “I won’t leave without you!” the distress in her voice was evident. She already failed once... she doesn’t want to leave me to die. Qui-Gon glanced at his instruments. “Its done. Go. We’re right behind you.” Maelisaandii’s fighter hesitated for a second, then disappeared into hyperspace without another word. “Well?” Kylra piped up fearfully from behind him. “Are we not going? You said the coordinates were set!” “I lied,” sighed the Jedi Knight, “They aren’t.” To demonstrate his point, the computer bleeped that it was now ready to go to light speed. Not that it mattered. The fleet of Battle Dragons had surrounded the small fighter, dwarfing it. Kylra was speechless with horror. The ships loomed hugely in his screen. Bristling with weapons, surprising agile for their size, works of art each of them. The envy of any commander. And the apparent death to any of their enemies. Especially when those enemies were encased in a tiny, two-man fighter, with minimal shields and weapons. Only two laser cannons and a complement of proton torpedoes. There was only one thing he could do. Even a Jedi could not evade these Dragons for long. But he let himself sink into the Living Force, preparing to buy Maelisaandii as much time as he could before they shot him down.
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jedi_master_gimpy Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/25/00 7:01pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Teeehee, LOL the ego thing Maelisaandii!! And Eeek!! You left it with another cliffhanger!! How could You? If something happens to QG, you're in big trouble young lady!! -----signature----- "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." - Hebrews 10:23 "carnivorous salamanders the size of whales!" Your barnacle goes to college.
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/27/00 12:02pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Well, I do have to prove to a friend of mine that I don't only joke about other people's egos. ******************************* All her efforts to keep the despair away turned to nothing. It overwhelmed her as she guided her fighter to the Escape. I am worthless... a failure. She set the hangar doors to open automatically, for any ship. No codes required. If it was Qui-Gon, so be it. If a pirate came to her ship, that didn’t matter. Perhaps they would kill her. Maelisaandii entered her cabin and sank to her knees. The bitter taste of failure filled her soul. Her sister-friend, Pallak, was dead, and she was powerless to defeat the evil spirit that was her mother. The Other’s words echoed through her mind like a broken holorecording. Didn’t your Master teach you about the dangers of anger... you are mine... as long as you hate her... hate her... you are mine... mine... Maelisaandii buried her face in her hands. Even as she tried to force the hate away, it crept up on her spirit like a black shadow, stealthy and evil. It was hopeless, really. Looking inside her soul, she could see the murky layers of anger that had shadowed her consciousness, hate, resentment, and fear as well. And to think she had never seen it before. Disgusting. Ludicrous. And you thought you could be a Jedi. To be a Jedi, one had to know oneself first, then you could learn the skills required. A Jedi did not cry in her cabin about the happiness she could never have. Maeli’Saandii... Maelisaandii... both and all failures. A darkness plagues your House, and what do you do? You sit in your ship, safe and warm, thinking about your insignificance. The voices laughed evilly. They wanted her to go insane. That point was not far in coming. She felt like she was loosing her identity. The Other had almost taken it, and now she was letting it go without a fight. And all because she could never, ever get away from her hate. Even as her disgust rose, the same dark pleasure that she had felt after destroying Qui-Gon’s remotes surfaced. It was the dark side, she knew, and despair joined the swirling darkness inside her. It would be so easy to take that dark power, to kill her mother just from here. You could do that. You must. A silent scream of agony twisted itself across her face. No! I won’t! You won’t, eh? Sure you will. Give it time. You will give in. Its infuriating, isn’t it? You can’t live without your Master. Crippled. Weak. Without him, you are nothing... nothing. Master, help me!! She cried silently. The temptation was too strong, she could not resist it. From her knees to complete prostration, she collapsed onto the floor, unable to hold herself up any more. Her forehead banged painfully on the deck plates, she made no effort to slow herself. Causing herself pain was the only hold on reality she had left. I can’t... don’t have the strength. A slow smile crept across her face. There was one thing she was still capable of. The smile turned to a feral grin as she drew a wicked-looking knife from her boot holster. The voices turned smug. Aha! Yes, you can do that! The only thing left for you, Hapan. Bah. She was a Hapan. Living and dying, she was her people. To become something you hate, that is the worst of failures. It was incredible, the peace she felt. One slight movement... like that... and it would all be over. “Over over over.” The world spiraled through the air like little sprites. Yes, just one moment of resolution, and then... then she would be free. [This message has been edited by Maelisaandii (edited 04-27-2000).]
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 4/27/00 1:00pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	If anyone's interested, I just started another fan fic. I know, I should finish writing this one first, but it was kicking me to write it. Anyways, its called "Caterpillars", and its a JA (this time with Obi-Wan), and also a crossover with the sci-fi TV show "Farscape". Which, BTW, is my favorite show besides the X-Files. Here's a link. Forum16/HTML/000641.html Forum16/HTML/000641.html ~Maeli~
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Maelisaandii Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 5/1/00 12:59pm Subject: Re: Freedom in Death (quasi-JA)
	Turn. Bank. Spiral. Dive. Roll. Evade. Split second instincts guided Qui-Gon Jinn’s actions. He was immersed in his deadly dance with the Battle Dragons. Nothing else registered, not the terrified gasps coming from Kylra behind him, not even the near misses that grazed the shields of his fighter, caressing it like a mocking kiss. All that mattered that he was alive, had managed to stay so for just another minute. Another moment gained for his Padawan’s escape. He hoped she would not come back. The Escape was not nearly powerful enough to take on this fleet. No... go away from here, Padawan. Return to the Temple. Perhaps you can find a new Master there. One who will teach you better. His concentration was so complete, he had no awareness left to reflect on his own role in Maelisaandii’s life. But he was aware, albeit distantly, that he had failed her. Somehow, there had been something he had not taught. For now, he could reflect on this without emotion or sentiment, locked in the struggle to stay alive for as long as possible. They had cut off all escape vectors, it would be only a matter of time before they got a tractor beam on him. Or worse, a torpedo lock. The circle tightened. He recognized their strategy, but that knowledge made no difference. No matter how far he ran, they caught up... The ship shuddered to a halt. The controls froze. A defeated sigh escaped the Jedi. The Battle Dragons had won, and they were being drawn into the lead craft. A strangled gasp of terror escaped his passenger, and that turned his heart. If he was alone, that wouldn’t be so bad. He was trained to be ready for death. But to have to bring Kylra with him... he should have let her go with Maelisaandii. No time for regrets now. The hangar loomed in his vision. He fingered the hilt of his lightsaber absently. If it came to a fight, he would defend the Hapan princess as long as he could. Now, they could only relax as the fighter floated leisurely to the deck, beyond their control. Kylra was not relaxed, her absolute terror struck Qui-Gon like sandpaper. Her fingers gripped the back of his seat until her knuckles whitened. She knew she was going to die... Hapan soldiers were not known for their mercy. The responsibility for her impending death hung heavily on Qui-Gon. His life had been dedicated to protect the innocent, and though Kylra’Saandii had not impressed him on their first meeting, she was Maelisaandii’s sister. With a loud thump, the fighter ended its guided path and the hangar re-pressurized. A troop of Hapan soldiers came marching through the huge door, fully armed and business-like. A stern woman led them, tall and slim, with a ceremonial dagger hanging alongside her blaster. Neither were drawn. Well, no use prolonging the inevitable. Qui-Gon popped the canopy on the fighter and leapt to the ground, drawing his lightsaber. But, on a sudden, flashing instinct, he didn’t light it. The soldier eyed him dispassionately, and, quite unexpectedly, gave him a tiny bow of respect. The respect of one warrior to another. Qui-Gon looked back at her warily for a moment, but returned her bow when he felt no danger through the Force. Her troop of soldiers stood at attention, making no move to draw their weapons. “I am Captain Neryssa,” she said in clipped, accented Basic, “Where is Kylra’Saandii?” Qui-Gon relaxed slightly and lifted his hand to indicate the fighter. “It is all right to come out now, Your Highness,” he said, bemusement coloring his voice, “I do not think they mean us harm.” The Hapan woman slowly emerged from the fighter, eyeing the soldiers suspiciously. When she had reached the ground, Neryssa knelt before her, head bowed in subservience. The rest followed suit quickly and synchronously. “Your Highness,” she said, not raising her head, “It is my honor to present you with this fleet, stolen from the Ta’a Chume, to do with as you will.” Kylra looked flabbergasted and turned to Qui-Gon, as though expecting him to provide an explanation. “It seems,” he whispered to her, “That Pallak was not the only one to notice the difference in your mother’s behavior.” “Indeed,” said the Hapan commander, “We have been in contact with Pallak’Saandii for some months. When we received news that you were alive, we gathered our resources and bided our time. We will serve only you, Chume’dyaii. We will storm the palace and seize the throne for you, if you so wish.” Kylra’s surprise only remained a moment more, then she became once more the haughty heiress to the Hapan throne. “I do wish it,” she said imperiously, “But we must make plans. How much of the military is on our side?” “More than half,” said Neryssa, “Pallak was very popular with the commanders. She understood the life of the soldier better than any of the royal family.” The woman’s face dropped into an expression of forboding. “She is not with you. What has happened to her?” “She is dead,” Qui-Gon broke in, “She died saving Maeli’Saandii’s life.” Neryssa nodded sadly. “It is as she wished it. But you, you have saved the life of our ruler. What is your name, warrior, that I may thank you properly?” “I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi Knight of the Republic.” “Then, Qui-Gon Jinn,” she said, “I thank you.” She bowed, deeply this time. “We are all in your debt.” “Is there anything you wish from us?” asked Kylra, her haughty coldness giving way to graditude. “I wish only the return of this fighter, that I may find my Padawan.” “You shall have it,” said Kylra, signaling to the soldiers. The followed her out of the hangar, leaving Qui-Gon to board the fighter once more. He did, and shot out of the hangar with only a couple meters to spare on each side. Leaving the Battle Dragon fleet behind, he programmed his ‘puter and disappeared into hyperspace.
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