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Naboo1386 Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 4/30/00 5:44pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	Well my First choice would be Naboo and @nd Would be Courasont
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MiraxTerrik Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 4/30/00 5:49pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	No place like home, which just happens to be Corellia.
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GenKnee1 Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 4/30/00 7:16pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	Naboo. Its beautiful, especailly the city.
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Kid Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 4/30/00 8:38pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	Myrkr: a place where pesky Jedi stay away from. - The Kid next door
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Walking-Carpet Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 5/2/00 2:28pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	Naboo, hands down.. Absolutely beautiful Tatooine is way too hot, but Hoth's cold temperatures can get old as well. Bespin is for high-rollers. Dagobah is too wet and has too many mosquitoes and snakes. Endor seems kinda nice, but the Yavin moon is better. Coruscant has a BAD case of urban sprawl (understatement). Lucas has never found the big city to be endearing, I am kinda surprised he romanticized Coruscant instead of portraying it with some sarcasm.
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Mr. K Title: Moderator Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 5/2/00 2:32pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	Bespin! Beautiful sunsets... -----signature----- There's a lady that works at McDonald's in Oregon City that looks like Gandalf.
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Obi-Wankenobi Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/2/00 3:04pm Subject: Re: If you could live on any planet in the SW galaxy, which would you choose?
	I'd probably pick Naboo AAAHHH! Jar Jar's coming to see me! JarJar trips and lands right on top of me AAAAHH!
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jedi jaffacake Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/29/00 4:11pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	This is just a wee fanfic idea I had today that I wrote up. I've written some more, so if anyone wants to read more I can post it up pretty quick. This is the first time I've ever posted a fan fic, so be kind! It could be better, but, well, it's not, so just read it anyway and tell me what you think. I don't know as much about the Star Wars universe as I'd like to, so it's probably littered with inaccuracies, please notify me of any! Okay, I'll stop now, here's the story....... Prologue Fourthmonth, 220 Yesyann Agamme Jedi Temple, Coruscant Gorban, You might wonder why I’m writing to you, and why I am doing so from my present location at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. I was rather hoping that you would be able to put two and two together, however, considering it’s you, I suppose I will have to spell it out. Kesha is here with me. I know that you’ve been looking for us. She has been accepted to become a Jedi initiate, and her training begins tomorrow when I leave for Narrabool. There is no point in you trying to capture her; the Jedi Council will not allow it. I have asked that she be given special protection, and warned her carers that a criminal claiming to be her father might be putting in appearance. I’ve thought of everything, Gorban. There is no chance of you getting the girl back, if I have to lay down my life to stop you. I will miss her, as I doubt that I will be seeing her much in the future. However, it is worth it to stop you laying your dirty hands on her. You do not deserve her, Gorban. You are a filthy, outlaw scumbag, and I can only pray that Kesha has not inherited any of your foul characteristics. I would sell my soul to see your face as you read this letter. Unfortunately, as you do, I will be half way back to Narrabool and Kesha will be tucked up safely in her cot at the Temple. Yesyann Fourthmonth, 220 Gorban Agamme Tevra Dwelling, Narabool Yesyann, You think you’re so smart, don’t you? I can almost see the smug smile on your face as you penned that letter, and as you handed our own daughter over to be cared for by complete strangers. The only reason you took her to the Temple was to get revenge on me. What sort of mother are you? You also might wonder why I’m writing to you from my present location. I’m not as brainless as you seem to think, Yesyann. You forget that I know where your mother lives on Narrabool, which is where you are, isn’t it? Have I wiped the smile off your face yet? Do you think I’m going to let something like what you’ve done to me, and to our child, go easily? Unfortunately, you will probably not get to read this letter. If you do, rest assured that I will arrive at your mother’s soon after it does. Unlike you, I do miss Kessie. I love that child, and I intend to get her back, one way or another. You have not won, Yesyann. Sleep soundly knowing that your memory will be spat upon by your daughter. Gorban Five Years Later “Oh, Jai, for goodness’ sake,” Crèche Mother Canya took a tissue from the pocket of her apron and held it up to the five year olds nose. “It’s the middle of summer and your nose is still running. Blow.” The boy made a huffing sound into the tissue, which the ever-hygienic crèche mother wrapped up carefully in a paper bag, ready to be thrown away. The boy made as if to turn away, but the woman grabbed his wrist before he could run off. “Pull up your shorts Jai, your crotch is hanging around your ankles.” The little boy rolled his green-brown eyes and sighed loudly, but did as he was told. “Can I go now?” He whined. “What’s the magic word?” “Mother Canya, I want to go! Please!” The woman smiled. “On you go, Jai. And if your nose runs, don’t you dare try licking it again!” He grinned and ran off to join the other children, who were kicking a ball around in the sunshine. Canya lay back on the cloth she had spread on the grass. She loved her job, but it could really be tiring at times. She rolled onto her side to face her assistant Denn, who was sitting with one of the older girls beside her, making chains out of the little pink flowers which grew all around. “It’s nice to get the children out of the Temple, don’t you think?” she asked lazily. Denn nodded and the long brown plaits on either side of her head wobbled. “They seem to be enjoying themselves.” They certainly did, thought Canya to herself. They got so bored being stuck inside all the time, and when they were bored it made her job even more difficult. The children had a tendency to fight amongst themselves when there was nothing else for them to do. She looked at them now, playing happily, giggling, and it seemed the very picture of what she had imagined her job would be like when she was a student. Not dirty nappies, argumentative toddlers, and runny noses like it was. But at times like this she was glad to be doing the job she was, with the flies buzzing, the fountains gurgling, the sun shining, the babies laughing- A scream erupted from the centre of the crowd of children. Within moments, a fight had begun and Canya and Denn rushed across the grassy garden to break it up. Canya wasn’t in the least surprised by the culprits. Denn had her arms locked around a struggling Jai, while Canya found herself holding onto a tubby little girl who was flailing her fists and yelling. “You little pig! Just wait until I get hold of you….!” “Kesha-kesha! Behave yourself, this instant!” Canya shouted, surprised at the strength of the five-year-old. The girl seemed to realise who it was and calmed down enough for Canya to relax her grip, although her big blue eyes still glared at Jai furiously. Jai looked so terrified that the crèche mother was surprised Denn had managed to keep him from wrapping himself around her neck. His tiny knuckles were white as he clung to the woman’s skirt. “What exactly happened here?” Canya asked in her most authoritative voice. “He started it! He called me fat!” Tears were beginning to well up in the corners of Kesha-kesha’s eyes. “You called me snotty!” Jai shouted back, before hiding his face in Denn’s skirts again. “You kicked me!” “It was an accident!” Jai tilted his face up towards Denn’s, wearing his most innocent expression and leaving glistening snail-tracks on the material of her skirt. The younger woman looked at Canya, shrugged her shoulders, and sighed. Canya turned to the crowd of shocked children who surrounded them. “Did anyone see what happened?” she said sternly. A tiny hand flew up into the air. It was Ardennie Powaggie, Kesha-kesha’s best friend. Somehow, the crèche mother felt that Ardennie’s view might be slightly biased. “I know, I know!” She called. “Jai kicked Kessie-kessie on the leg on purpose!” Another voice came from the crowd. This time it was Elim Tottle, Jai’s partner-in-crime. “Jai didn’t kick her on purpose, it was just an acksee-dent and he said sorry.” He couldn’t resist adding a little more now that he had the attention of the crowd. “Kessie-kessie’s just a wimpy girl and she can’t handle it!” This comment caused a riot among the toddlers. Kesha-kesha had begun to thrash around again, this time trying to get to Elim. Canya had to put a stop to this. “That is ENOUGH!” She yelled at the top of her voice. A hush descended upon the throng. “If you don’t all be quiet and play together properly, then we’ll all just go back inside to bed! Do you hear me, Jai Otair?” The little boy nodded his plummy-black haired head vigorously and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Canya winced but chose to ignore it. The children, though slightly subdued, went back to their game as the crèche mothers made their way back to the cloth they had been sitting on. Canya could feel a headache coming on. She lay back on the soft material an -----signature----- So why are you alone wasting your time When you could be with me wasting your time? Well I'm a waste like you, with nothing else to do... May I waste your time too? --Greenday
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jedi jaffacake Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/29/00 4:29pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	sorry, I should have put spaces between the lines...will next time! redface.gif -----signature----- So why are you alone wasting your time When you could be with me wasting your time? Well I'm a waste like you, with nothing else to do... May I waste your time too? --Greenday
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Alli-Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 5/29/00 4:39pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	Great work thus far. The different perspectives are handled well. However, a small word of advice given to all new posters: it helps if you skip a line between paragraphs. This makes is much easier to read your story on the computer screen. Keep up the good work. Awaiting more. --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 jaffacake Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/29/00 4:56pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	Wa-hey, my first ever reply! thanks Alli-Wan! This is the last bit I can post for tonight, It's getting late here, so here it is (complete with spaces!). Kesha-kesha was raging. Jai was always horrible to her, and Mother Canya never seemed to notice. It was so unfair. He hadn’t kicked her by accident, the ball was away past when he did it. She thought she had a bruise coming on. She wasn’t fat, he was just a snottery little pig-head. After the incident, Jai had gone back to play with the other children while Kessie sat out and sulked. She had thought a lot about what he had said, and even though Ardennie said it wasn’t true, she felt different from the other initiates all of a sudden. He was right, she had silly little fat legs like Master Yoda. Maybe when she was grown up none of the Jedi Knights would want a little fat girl like her to be their padawan. Maybe they wouldn’t let her be a jedi if she was chubby- she didn’t know any fat jedi, except maybe Master Dreggo who had to go in doors sideways. Kessie didn’t want to have to go through doors sideways when she was a jedi, what if she got stuck? She had felt hot tears running down her cheeks, and before the others could see her cry she had jumped up and run to the other side of the gardens, the shady end, and pushed her way deep into the bushes. She knew that Mother Canya would be angry if she knew Kessie had come here. So would the gardener, Master Tale Boniferous. Kessie liked Master Tale, the last time they came out to play in the gardens he had given Jai and Elim a row for peeing against a tree. Ardennie had told on them. Kesha-kesha giggled at the memory, and felt herself cheering up. It was hard not to cheer up when confronted with the humid jungle that was now in front of her as she made her way through the tangle of bush. The sunlight shone through the leaves, causing the skin on her arms and legs to take on a green tinge. Once again she was reminded of Master Yoda’s stumpy appendages, but she wasn’t going to let something Jai said ruin her new secret hiding place. If only he could see me now, she thought. He would be so jealous! As she picked her way carefully over the mess of gnarled tree roots that littered the ground, she heard a noise. It came from her left. Looking, she saw nothing. Maybe it was just the wind. She continued to squeeze her way though, more cautiously now than before. She heard it again. This time it was louder, more deliberate. There was something alive in the bushes with her, and whatever it was, it was pretty big. “MOTHER CANYAAAA!” She screamed, trying hopelessly to disentangle herself from the mass of vines and creepers that seemed suddenly to have wrapped themselves around her arms and legs. It was no use. She was never going to make it back to the others. She was going to die here, the big thing was going to kill her- Something reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder. She froze, and turned her head slowly to look at it. A gloved hand. She looked further. An ugly, unfamiliar pink face with pointed ears and beady eyes loomed over her. The face broke into a grin, revealing rows of rotting teeth. “Hello Kessie,” the face said in a strangulated voice. “What are you doing away out here then?” “WAAAAAAAAHHH!” Kessie screeched, trying to claw her way free of the branches in her path. The ugly pink thing put a hand on her other shoulder to calm her down. “Sssh, Kesha, pet,” it whispered. “Nobody’s going to hurt ya. There now, it’s okay…YEOW!” Kessie twisted her neck round and sank her sharp milk teeth into her assailant’s hand. The bite was hard enough to penetrate the thick leather gloves he wore. He let go, but that didn’t make her escape much easier. She still had to find a way through the twist of plants that had seemed so easy to get into, but were now proving impossible to get out of. As she struggled, she heard another voice. A louder, stronger voice than the one the pink creature had used. “Scuddle, what are you doing?” It demanded from its hiding place. The pink thing, Scuddle, spoke up. “She bit me, Boss!” it cried. “Right through me gloves an’ everyfing!” “That’s because your ugly face is scaring her off, you great nitwit. Didn’t I tell you not to smile?” “Sorry Boss, but she’s just so sweet lookin’, wiv her little tubby legs an’ all, I couldn’t help meself.” Kessie had stopped wriggling and was listening with her face screwed up. She didn’t like being called ‘tubby’, especially not by short, fat, smelly pink blobs with pointy ears. “Honestly,” the strong voice was saying, “Sometimes I wonder why your head doesn’t rattle when you nod.” The little girl heard crunching footsteps from her right, and watched as a tall human man emerged from the shadows. He had the same reddish-brown colour of hair as she did, and his eyes were faded blue, like hers. He had a short beard, and as he walked towards her he smiled kindly. “Oh, Kesha,” he said. “You’re daddy’s missed you.” -----signature----- So why are you alone wasting your time When you could be with me wasting your time? Well I'm a waste like you, with nothing else to do... May I waste your time too? --Greenday
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Lelila Jade Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/29/00 5:39pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	Hi.
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Alli-Wan Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 5/29/00 8:48pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	The plot thickens. Awaiting more. Great work. --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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JediKnight-Obi-Wan Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/29/00 10:20pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	Hey, sounds cool. Looking forward to more. -----signature----- "The course of true love never did run smooth"---A Midsummer Night's Dream
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jedi jaffacake Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 5/30/00 1:15pm Subject: Re: 100 years pre-TPM.... my first wee fanfic
	Okay, here's the next bit. Thanks for reading, everyone who is! Nice if there were more though... This part's pretty short, but I have more to come. Jai hung his head as he listened to Master Dreggo talking to Mother Canya and Denn. They were outside the creche door, and he wasn’t supposed to be able to hear them. If he listened carefully he could make out what they were saying, and through a gap in the door he could see a slice of Mother Canya’s skirt and Master Dreggo’s bandy legs. They sounded serious. Jai bit his nails as he always did when he was nervous about something, although he had promised Denn that he wouldn’t. He could hear Denn now, making odd sniffling noises. She wasn’t- she wasn’t crying, was she? Master Dreggo was speaking. “We’ve had Kel’ra and her padawan out searching for her for a fortnight now, Canya. They’ve combed the galaxy looking for the little girl. They’ve found no trace of her at all.” Canya’s voice came back, sharp-edged. “Well obviously they haven’t combed enough, have they?” She swallowed audibly. “She can’t have just disappeared into thin air.” Master Dreggo sighed. “We want to find her as much as you do. We did find out something about her father though, as you think he’s made off with her, don’t you?” Mother Canya said nothing. Jai really needed to go to the fresher, but this was too important to miss. “He’s a space pirate, Canya. One of the best, and~” “And good enough to outsmart the entire Jedi order?” Canya snapped back. Jai was taken aback. He had never heard her talk like that before. He crossed his legs and squirmed uncomfortably, motioning to a pair of three year olds to keep the noise down. Canya was speaking again. “I’m sorry, Dreggo. I know it’s not your fault. If the fault belongs to anyone, it’s me. Thank you for keeping me informed. I have to go back now, and count my charges to make sure none of them have been whisked away by pirates. Not that it would matter much to the Council if they had~” Pirates? Kessie had been stolen by pirates? Wow. That would be so cool. He hated Kessie, he really did. And all this time he had been worried about her- Unable to control himself any longer, he jumped to his feet and raced across the room to the fresher. -----signature----- So why are you alone wasting your time When you could be with me wasting your time? Well I'm a waste like you, with nothing else to do... May I waste your time too? --Greenday
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