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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 5/16/00 6:43pm Subject: Divided we Fall : The Continuation - Date Edited: 1/19/05 9:06am (1 edits total) Edited By: Herman Snerd
	Well, since the original thread is still frozen in time. (Nothing showing up since May 11, 2000). I'm going to continue it here until finished, or until some miracle unfreezes the original. You can read the majority of "Divided we Fall" at: Forum16/HTML/000031.html Forum16/HTML/000031.html When we last left our small group, Countess Neila, in a show of compassion and spirit, had just declared that her personal estate was now at the disposal of the Medical Corps of Osiris. Her selfless act would help to ease the massive strain placed on Med Centers and Hostels by teeming thousands of refugees and returning exiles... Here we go! ****** Obi Wan had been one of the first to volunteer his services in helping some of the less seriously injured refugees relocate to Countess Neila’s estate where they could recover from their wounds and exhaustion in a relatively comfortable atmosphere. He was assigned to assist an elderly Med Tech by the name of Trista whose quick, decisive movement and acerbic wit belied her fragile seeming exterior. Obi Wan was astonished at Trista’s medical knowledge and had already learned much from her in the short time they had worked together. They only had a few more patients to check on during their rounds of the west wing of Neila’s estate, checking to make sure that the people who had been moved here had suffered no ill effects during their relocation. So far, everyone they had checked on seemed to be doing quite well, many of them were heartily relieved to be in these calm, restful accommodations after having to endure the over-crowded chaos of the Medical Center. “I never thought I would live to see such interesting times,” Trista said brightly to Obi Wan as they walked side by side down the hallway to the room of the next patient on her list, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world though. This sort of thing is exactly why I studied healing in the beginning, would have been nice if it had happened when I was a bit younger though.” “You mean you actually enjoy this sort of thing?” Obi Wan replied in a puzzled voice, “Not to sound disrespectful, but there is a lot of pain and suffering going on around us...” “You misunderstand my meaning young Obi,” Trista interrupted him in mid sentence, “it is not the pain of others that I crave...it is the fact that I am able to help those that are less fortunate than I. I have studied all my life to gain the knowledge I have, and for me to be able to use that knowledge to help ease a person’s pain is a reward that I cannot put into words. To wish that no one would ever be hurt or injured is not realistic, so I do the next best thing...which is to be prepared for when someone needs my help.” The young Jedi resisted the urge to remind her, again that his name was not Obi, he doubted another reminder would find as little success as the last hundred times he had mentioned it. “I understand now,” he replied instead, “we have a similar code within the Jedi Order. We seek knowledge and strength so we can help those who are unable to help themselves.” “That’s it my lad, that’s it exactly,” the willowy, gray haired female thumped him on the back enthusiastically in agreement, “I couldn’t have said it better myself. To tell the truth Obi, I was a bit concerned when I heard I was going to be saddled with a helper as young as you are, but you’ve proven yourself to be an excellent assistant as well as a quick learner.” “Thank you for the compliment,” Obi Wan said dryly, then his voice softened with sincerity, “and thank you for allowing me to learn from you, I have gained much from this experience.” “Humph,” Trista grunted and bent her gaze to the clipboard she carried, her face coloring slightly with embarrassment at his last statement, “now then, the next patient on the list is a bit of a different case than the others we’ve seen. Some kind of mental aberration has only recently been broken, like someone has spent years living in a fantasy world and then violently thrust into reality. I haven’t met this patient before, so be on your toes Obi, there’s no telling what is going on in this person’s mind.” Trista keyed in the opening sequence on the locking mechanism embedded in the wall and the door hissed quietly open. A shadowed figure sat on the bed placed in the middle of the darkened room, it’s arms were draped gracefully around knees that were pulled up to it’s chest. For a few tense moments the figure did not move, then the head raised from where it rested on the bent knees and a face turned towards the doorway where Trista and Obi Wan waited. The light from the hallway was just enough to illuminate brown eyes surrounded by a fiery cascade of dark red hair that gazed calmly back at them. “YOU!!! Obi Wan shouted. * Mermil’s unshaven face and tousled hair made him look decidedly out of place nestled among the plush lavender pillows that graced the violet draped canopy bed. “This is so embarrassing,” he muttered while his hands plucked idly at the light pink, down stuffed comforter that covered him. “What is?” Rela asked from her perch on the arm of a pale blue overstuffed lounging chair. “This,” Mermil replied, holding his arms out as if to encompass the entire room, “laying around like this, and people treating me like an invalid. Not to mention the decorating in this room, it looks like a nerf threw up in here.” An offended sniff came from Countess Neila who occupied the chair next to Rela’s. “Peasant,” she muttered under her breath. “You are an invalid,” Qui Gon pronounced from his vantage point at one of the rooms large windows, “so you had better get used to the idea of spending lot’s of time resting. Unless of course you wish for your rest to become permanent.” “Everybody dies eventually,” Mermil shot back hoping to get some sort of reaction out of the Jedi Master’s ever present calm façade. “This is true, all living things die eventually,” Qui Gon replied philosophically, his arms crossed over his chest, “but not yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs as their internal organs burn their way out of the body before burning up themselves. Which is exactly what will happen to you, thanks to your past ‘indulgences’.” Mermil blinked at the Jedi in stunned silence. “Master,” Obi Wan panted breathlessly as he entered the room, “I think I may have found someone who can be of assistance in this matter.” He stopped just inside the door and moved to one side, gesturing to the person behind him. Recognition jolted through Qui Gon as he took in the woman’s tumbling mass of red hair and calm, cool brown eyes. “Kithera,” he said with no inflection in his voice at all. What in the name of Yoda’s boxers is Obi Wan thinking? his mind shrieked at him, the girl has betrayed us once before...not to mention almost killing him, and now he brings her into a room with both the Vicetta of Llakret and Countess Neila present. “That’s the girl that tried to kill Lemur,” Neila said, her voice going shrill with alarm, “what is she doing roaming around in my home?” “Wait...Please,” Obi Wan raised his arms, trying to get everyone’s attention, “wait, I can explain...or rather...she can.” Kithera was the center of attention with everyone’s eyes upon her. She looked demurely at the floor for a brief moment, then raised her eyes to face the accusing looks of everyone in the room with a hint of nervousness in her gaze. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/16/00 8:00pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Geneva,Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Jedi Gryph Grin: Kithera was the center of attention with everyone’s eyes upon her. She looked demurely at the floor for a brief moment, then raised her eyes to face the accusing looks of everyone in the room with a hint of nervousness in her gaze. I can soooooo understand. I have a modern oral this afternoon and that is what I'm going to be doing...no not killing or rather trying to kill someone but looking up nervously and having to be the center of attention. I'm glad that you started a new thread Gryph More soon! 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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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/16/00 8:16pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Thanks for letting me know this was here, I was beginning to fear I had missed everything because of the missing posts. Kithera deserves to feel nervous, after all what she did. I'm certainly glad to see this streched out, I really don't want this thread to end. Great job!!
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Alli-Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 5/17/00 12:42am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	So glad you thawed out the story if not the thread. Excellent post JGG! --AWK -----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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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 5/17/00 10:08pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	EEEK! This is so way past my bedtime, but the forum was soooo slow earlier. Let me know what you think. ******** “I think it all started years ago,” Kithera began, “back when I was much younger and my grandfather was still alive.” Her gaze became distant as if she were watching past events unfold before her. “I loved my Grandfather dearly,” she said, her eyes still distant, “he was the only one in my family who took the time to be around me. Mother and Father were always either working or trying to garner favor with some of the higher placed nobles. Everyone in my family...even my aunts and uncles were almost fanatical about their social standing, always wanting more rank and favor – all except Grandfather. Oh...the stories he would tell and the games we would invent and play with other children that lived nearby.” “His stories...” Kithera’s voice faltered for a moment, and her eyes focused into the present, “when I was lonely or unhappy, which was a lot of the time, his stories would take me to fabulous places...created entire worlds and civilizations...and for a short time I could escape.” The young woman paused for a moment and looked around at the room’s occupants. They all sat or stood quietly, waiting for her to continue. “When I began to study with the healers,” she went on, again seeming to lose her sense of the present, “Grandfather was very happy, he always told me that it was a gift to be able to help others.” She gave a wry, humorless laugh and shifted her stance slightly, “but the rest of my family did not see it as such, to them it was a means to get closer to the noble houses, a way to improve on their own positions of power. I had to spend an enormous time studying and practicing, and that severely limited the time that Grandfather and I were able to spend together – but due to the company that I was keeping, I was constantly inundated with requests and near-bribes by my own family, still seeking a quick rise to power through the time that I spent within the noble houses using my gift of healing.” “As time went by,” she continued after another brief pause to focus herself, “I became more and more miserable every day. Isolated from my Grandfather, surrounded by my conniving, power hungry family. I turned to the only release from misery that I knew…the stories, and imagined worlds that my Grandfather had given me. I took those stories and embellished them, recreated them until they were my own...until they were my world.” “Then came the day that I received word of my Grandfather’s death at the hands of Lemur, I never found out ‘why’, I just knew that Lemur had deprived me of the one person in the world that I loved the most.” Kithera’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, but she continued with her tale in a strong clear voice, “that was when reality ceased to exist for me, and I fully crossed over into the imaginary world I had so painstakingly created for myself.” “I remember everything after that, you know?” she paused, not really expecting any answer, “but not as I should. It’s like I was watching a play on stage or something; I knew what was going on, but removed somehow. I was never exiled as I told you I had been, by the way...I was so caught up in my private world that I consciously wove the illusion to myself that I was, and my sole purpose in life was to avenge my Grandfather.” “When I looked down on the lifeless form of Lemur lying on the tarmac, my carefully crafted reality shattered into splinters. The whole reason for my existence lay before me...dead, and the revenge that I so craved to deliver myself was denied to me.” Kithera paused again, and now the unshed tears brimmed in her eyes and fell down both cheeks, “I never meant to hurt any of you. I didn’t lie when I said that Grandfather had told me stories of the Jedi, and through those stories I came to respect your order. But the urge to avenge my Grandfather was the focus to my reality, and now that reality is broken. My Grandfather is still dead and now so is Lemur; the ashes of the world I created for myself now cover both of them. I stand before you now, rejoined with THE reality...and for the trouble I caused I can only say...I’m sorry.” She stood still, hands hanging loosely at her sides and staring at the floor, saying nothing more. “I am SOsure...” Rela began in a sarcastic voice, but was waved silent by Qui Gon. “Your story has the ring of truth,” the Jedi Master said as he strode across the floor to Kithera’s side, “but you committed many transgressions against others during your time of false reality, and for that...” “But Master,” Obi Wan interrupted Qui Gon in mid-sentence, “that’s why I brought her here after she told me her story. She’s a healer and has some ability in the Force. I was thinking that she could be the one to treat Mermil, you have to admit that her talent healed me pretty quickly after the dzur attacked me on the mountain.” Qui Gon looked speculativly at the red headed healer. “What are your thought on this?” he asked quietly. Kithera turned silently to look at Mermil and both Jedi could feel the Force surge around them as she opened her senses to scan the Vicetta. “I can help,” she answered quietly after a moment, “I cannot cure him, the damage is far too extensive for that. But I can ease his pain and help him to function long enough to choose a successor to Llakret and train them to take his place.” “Successor?” Mermil yelped, reclining on the lavender bed, “where could I possibly find a successor to rebuild the moon colony on such short notice?” His gaze wandered around the room and finally focused on Rela, a calculating gleam began in the corners of his eyes. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!” Rela and Qui Gon said sharply at the same time. “Just an idea,” Mermil muttered, looking somewhat aggrieved at being spoken to in such a tone. “The Force will guide you in your selection,” Qui Gon said sternly, “you will find a successor when it is time.” “And don’t forget about your petition to be admitted to the Congress,” Neila reminded the Vicetta firmly, “your replacement must be agreeable to that as well.” “Now I think it is time to allow Mermil some time to rest and do some serious thinking,” Qui Gon added, “Obi Wan, go help Kithera gather her belongings, she will be moving in here.” “Yes, Mastah,” the young Jedi replied and followed Kithera to the door. Everyone stopped and turned as Mermil let out a loud barking laugh, sounding suspiciously like glee. He was gazing at Rela with the first real smile she had seen him wear in a long time. “So that’s who you were impersonating,” he said, still chuckling uncontrollably, “you have that down perfectly, such a funny girl you are.” Qui Gon looked at Rela for an explanation, but she only shrugged innocently and unleashed one of her dazzling, impish grins. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/18/00 7:10pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	I suppose her reasoning is adequate, though I'm not so sure I'd trust Kithera so easily. Great post Gryph Grin!!
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/19/00 1:56pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Yes, it will be hard for Kithera to make the transition from the fantasy to the real world again, but maybe she can do some good by keeping Vicetta Mermil alive long enough for him to do some good. I liked the way that Vicetta reacted to Rela, and her 'innocent' look! Good touch! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 5/19/00 9:48pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Thanks for the comments H.L. and Jane Jinn, I appreciate all of the support and input I've recieved from everyone while writing this story, but you two (along with Kit' and Mouse2) have kept with me every step of the way. The post following this one will be dedicated to ya'll. And now, on with the show! ****** The three Jedi walked through the halls of Neila’s estate accompanied by Rela and Hrruggla, on their way to join the Countess for an informal dinner. {What do you suppose this is all about?} Hrruggla grunted softly into the companionable silence, {she’s never invited us for anything informal before.} “It could be any number of things,” Obi Wan replied philosophically, “there are still large numbers of people migrating into the City, maybe she needs some help with keeping the peace.” “Maybe she’s just lonely,” Rela added, “I wouldn’t think that there was much of a social life around here while Lemur was alive.” “She probably wants us to help keep a watch over the Congress Members,“ Kason said in his quiet voice, “it probably wouldn’t look too good for someone in the new ruling body to get kidnapped or assassinated.” “I think the Countess would probably want us to wait until she tells us herself rather than have us continue with unfounded speculation,” Qui Gon interjected into the conversation, his voice tinged with amusement at his companions' chatter. Comfortable silence resumed within the group as they made their way to visit the Countess. * Idle conversation continued throughout the simple, yet delicious meal prepared and delivered by Neila’s personal assistants. When the dishes were cleared from the table and the guests were sipping their after dinner refreshments, Neila directed the topic of conversation onto a new path. “So now that Kithera’s assignment for the foreseeable future has been decided upon,” Neila said slowly as if choosing her words carefully, “there will be no reason for you to testify against her in front of the Congress, which is all that was keeping you here for so long.” “That is correct Countess,” Qui Gon replied, “since we are no longer needed, our time here grows short.” “But what if you were still needed here?” she countered, a speculative gleam in her azure eyes, “I could make it worth much to all of you if you chose to stay on here. You could make a fortune selling your services as bodyguards and protectors. With all of the changes taking place around us, you would command fees from the highest bidders.” “It is not a Jedi’s goal to seek monetary gain,” Qui Gon said in his solemn ‘teaching’ voice, “besides which, we have been away from the temple for a long while, and we have matters to attend to there. We must report on the loss of Master Charsa, and Kason needs the resources available that will begin healing the wounds caused by his loss.” Kason closed his eyes for a moment and the brief flicker of pain that flashed across his face was unmistakable, but he said nothing. “I understand your obligations,” Neila sighed resignedly, “and while it would be nice to have people with your particular gifts around in case of trouble, I have to agree – you must discharge your duty to your order.” Qui Gon nodded his head wordlessly in acknowledgement. “But what about the two of you?” Neila turned her attention to Hrruggla and Rela; the embers of speculation in her eyes re-kindled momentarily, “each of you are formidable in your own ways. Would you be interested in some of the opportunities that I suggested?” “I appreciate the offer,” Rela replied, stealing a quick glance at Qui Gon, “but I too have obligations elsewhere, I made a promise and it’s one that I intend to keep.” {Your offer is more tantalizing than I care to admit,} Hrruggla said slowly, her brown eyes took on a distant look as she considered the possibilities presented, {but there are business contacts that I have been out of touch with for far too long back on Coruscant, and I really need to keep a close eye on most of them. Besides, Rela and the Jedi need a pilot to get them safely home, so by going with them I serve a dual purpose. I too thank you for your generous offer, but I must decline.} “I half expected these replies,” Countess Neila said with the ghost of a smile hovering about her delicate, graceful lips, “but I had to try. So, when do you plan to depart Master Jedi?” “Tomorrow morning I think,” Qui Gon replied, “you and the Congress have matters well in hand, and the influx of refugees should ease soon. There is little more we can do here, and I feel that we should be on our way.” “I too would be eager to be on my way if I was in your situation,” Neila said in her clear, lilting voice, “there may be no time for pleasantries tomorrow, so allow me to thank you all personally for your help and presence here during these unusual events. It is my wish that we get to meet again someday.” “Perhaps, if the Force is willing, we will meet again,” Qui Gon responded in a formal manner as he rose from the table and started to move toward the door with Rela, Hrruggla, and the two Padawans following his example, “it is late, and tomorrow will likely be a tiring day, so for now Countess, we bid you good night.” As the five companions slipped out of the door Qui Gon and Obi Wan turned to face the Countess. “Until tomorrow,” the two Jedi said in the same breath. “Until tomorrow,” Neila replied softly as the door clicked shut in the now silent room. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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JediKnight-Obi-Wan Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/20/00 12:49am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Ohh I finally found it again, and look three long new post. Wonderful. I just wish Charsa wasn't dead. Hmmm Hey I've been reading this from the day you started I just haven't always had the time to reply. -----signature----- "The course of true love never did run smooth"---A Midsummer Night's Dream
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/20/00 6:03am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Love it!!! As per ususal we have yet another stunning post! 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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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/20/00 7:31am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Aw, thanks Gryph Grin, but it was your story that kept me coming back. Certainly can't blame Countess Neila for wanting to keep the Jedi around for as long as possible.
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/20/00 10:10am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Psst! Its Sat. morning and I quickly got on for a quick peek. Hey I'm back and this is the first story I read. (I'm afraid to go searching for mine) I missed the forum soooo much. Remind me never to do that again! I love the posts! I should have one soon. Keep posting. -----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: 5/22/00 7:54pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Geneva,Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>From JediKnight-Obi-Wan: Hey I've been reading this from the day you started I just haven't always had the time to reply. Okay, okay! In all fairness, the next post will be dedicated to everyone out there who has replied. Just with additional thanks to HealerLeona, Jane Jinn, Mouse2, Alli-Wan, and Kit' With that being said, I realize that the next post has to be a special one, so I'm going to polish it up some more before I post it tomorrow night after work. The end is in sight, My Friends. Until Tomorrow... -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/22/00 9:43pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	I'm off tomorrow so I can spend all day looking for your post Gryph Grin, that's so sweet to dedicate the next one. I anxiously await it.
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Alli-Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 5/22/00 10:34pm Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	Congratulations JGG on being so near the completion of your tale (not that it won't be sorely missed, because it will). I have thoroughly enjoyed this adventure you have taken us on. Soon, only one question will remain; where are you taking us next? Onward! Looking forward to the next adventure, --AWK, QOI (Queen of Iffy) and PL (Professional Lurker) -----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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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/23/00 10:50am Subject: Re: Divided we Fall : The Continuation
	That was sweet Gryph. I can't wait for your next post. All I can say is... POSITY POST POST POSITY 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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