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_Derisa_Ollamhin_ Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/31/05 4:40pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara ...actual new post, 08/31/05 - Date Edited: 8/31/05 4:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: _Derisa_Ollamhin_
	Dammit... I'm sorry, guys. My computer crashed... at least the post was on the laptop... lol Here you go, enjoy... and I warned you... it's huge Derisa "I know exactly how the Empire is going to trap you, Wedge." Even the distortion of hyper-light communications couldn't disguise Iella Wessiri's friendly derision. "You'll receive an emergency distress signal supposedly from an old Rogue, and naturally you'll come flying in to the rescue, turbolasers blazing, dismissing the need for groundwork, back-up, or actual preparation of any kind. You'll think to yourself, 'It's worked so many times before, why not this time? And that's it: they'll have you." Within his cockpit Wedge sighed, acknowledging the truth of her half-joking analysis. "Probably, Iella," he said, "Do you think that's what is happening now?" He heard the Intel officer pause before answering, no doubt to consider the situation and her impressions of the woman who had sent Wedge the cryptic tightbeam message,which Iella had helped him decifer. "Well, not that my saying otherwise would stop you, Antilles, but... no," she said at last, "I think she's genuine." "I trust your opinion, Iella-" "Not more than your own gut," she retorted, "But since they both agree in this case, I'll be very surprised if this is a trap. Corellia's antagonism to either side stands us in good stead this time, and Ms. Petothel's chosen Corellia for a reason. So... there's only one thing I can tell you, other than not to get too badly shot up." "What's that?" he asked. Another pause and this time Wedge felt an odd, weightless sensation as he waited for her reply. Was that hope? Anticipation? He'd put those feelings for Iella aside a year ago, when her husband had returned from the dead, only to be revealed as a sleeper agent who ended up actually dying at her hands. She'd thrown herself into her work after that, dealing with her demons in her own way. He'd set aside his powerful feelings for her until they both had the time to recover, and heal from their own losses and disappointments... "How about who you five are going to be while you're on the old homeworld?" Wedge's reverie was interrupted and the possibilities he had entertained vanished as she began to relay details from General Cracken as to their contacts and cover IDs, should they need them. She broke the connection briskly, leaving Wedge shaking his head at his own earlier romantic musings. No, she'd healed, and she'd moved on. Perhaps he even reminded her too much of those very tragic times. He didn't have time to dwell on might-have-beens, anyway: he had a job to do. Back to being the very picture of an efficient commander with cold-space lubricant in his veins instead of blood, he briefed his team. Minutes later they were free of the streaming light of hyperspace and slipping into a standard approach to the planet of his birth. From here, Corellia was a golden sphere hanging in space, an immense jewel on the diadem of some ancient goddess. Her sister worlds of Talus and Trallus, Drall and Selonia spangled the huge orbital plane around Centerpoint Station, complementary jewels to the central setting. They were small in the vast distances of space, but lovely in their remote light. "Remember, Rogues," Wedge stated over the squad channel when they'd aligned with Coronet City's approach vector, "We're here as a merc quad to escort Dur Khaima Outbound freight, so, I hesitate to ask this, but fly sloppier than usual." "Roger that, Lead," Wes Janson replied, unable to resist the opening, "Flying casual." "Can the chatter, Three," Wedge barked, before continuing with the in-flight briefing, "Our cover ship is scheduled to depart in thirty-six hours. That's a narrow window to do what we came here to do, but we'll deal with that at the time, if necessary." "So we detonate those bridges when we come to them?" Hobbie asked in a wry tone. There came a sound of a shared chuckle over the comms and then the team swung their loosened formation of ships down into Corellia's gravity well. Wedge had almost relaxed, when a familiar voice came over the squad channel. "Boss?" "Yes, Three?" Wedge said with inward chagrin. "The thing about narrow windows is..." The commander sighed at the dramatic pause, then keyed his comm on. "Finish the thought, Three." "They can be easily widened with the judicious applicaton of enough firepower." * It had been a very educational afternoon for Myn Donos. He'd learned more of his home system's history and politics in that one conversation with Rostek Horn than he'd learned in all the years he'd spent growing up and attending school here. Of course, the casual but cultured speech of the Director had helped, as had the reassurance that the situation he'd found upon his return to Corellia was even then being dealt with at the highest levels. Director Horn was particularly interested to hear that his suspicions regarding his replacement's Internal Affairs personnel were well-founded, and to have the list of names and degrees of involvement: all information Myn had collated by cross-checking the data given him by those various merchants. Myn made sure to inform the older man of who had helped him with the investigation, knowing that they would find their sacrifices were worth the effort, and furthermore, the Director's intensive connections might be able to provide some extra business for them in the months and years to come. It occurred to him that Rostek Horn was a very good man to have on your side. "I can't thnak you enough for all your help, Lieutenant Donos," Horn said as shook the younger man's hand in farewell. "You've been a breath of fresh air, and I'm afraid we've needed that here." "I don't know how I could have done differently, Sir," Myn replied, "Except to have done better." "I shouldn't do this, young man," the Director said, "But if it is in any way within my power, you will always have a place in CorSec. It saddens me that an honourable man should be so rare, but that is how we ended up in this situation to begin with." "The honourable men are there, Sir," Myn corrected him, "But if they are grossly outweighed by corruption, even they can be drawn in, and do the wrong things for the right reasons." The older gentleman nodded his silvered head in acknowledgement of the truth in that statement, and then allowed Myn to go, sending his associate to get for the same sleek luxury speeder in which Myn had arrived, to take him back to Coronet before his companions coud do anything rash. It was the sudden reminder of the lateness of the hour that caused Myn to recall the tightbeam commlink he'd left with Kirney. A sudden sinking sensation as he relaised he was well past the deadline he'd given her. He borrowed comm access from the Director and keyed in his mother's farm. "No, they left hours ago, honey," his mother answered his urgent question. "Are you alright?" "I'm perfectly fine, Ma. I'll see you before we head offworld." "Promise me?" she asked. So he did, only hoping he'd be able to keep that promise. * Rij Lissek had never been more scared in his life. He'd always been a generally law-abiding citizen. Aside from the normal experiments as an adolescent, he'd never really been in any kind of trouble with the law. These was not the kind of difficulties he ever envisioned having. The corrupt CorSec officers had shown up at his place just as he was laying in the next batch of ferment stock on a particularly successful recipe of his dark brew. The stuff had passed the first and second phases of his marketing test wth flying colours: he loved the taste of it, and his favourite customers were ordering seconds and thirds... It was time to head for the third stage, which was a tasting competition that was held annually in Kor Vella. So he had to concentrate particularly when following the recipe, because happy as accidents sometimes were, now was not the time to be experimenting. His mind was fully engaged with his work, which was why he didn't notice the door of his workshop opening until the two CorSec jackboots had flanked him and laid him out with quite a devastating head-gut combination. A number of them were interested in him, it appeared. There were seven different pairs of fists that took their turns with him, after they'd dragged him from his workshop in behind, to the Crater proper. He guessed the micro-brewery was too cramped for them to give him the working-over they intended. He could only be thankful they'd not decided to bust up the workshop: it had taken him a while to find all those crates and casks, and the small space housed a veritable fortune in glassware. If he lived, he might even thank them for saving him his livelihood. As the punishment began, that seemed like a bigger 'if' all the time. They settled into a routine of beating, every minute or two another of them would take a few shots. Some favoured the gut, others the face, and they were all methodical about picking their targets. Just when he'd begin to hope they might be slacking off, a particularly brutal blow would strike at his kidneys or his gut. It was all fists, but fists were plenty. He wondered if they'd kill him here, in the tapcafe he'd made such a go of, and leave his body over the bar, as a clear message for the others who had informed. He hoped not. It would be such a shame to bleed on his good bar. They didn't really even bother to pretend they were interrogating him. This was not a shakedown or an investigation, this was punishment, and Rij knew exactly what for. He felt terrible that the kid had failed to do what he'd promised, and was even likely dead for all his pains, but he'd never really expected him to fix the problem. But then he hadn't expected to get into it this deep, either. The most hard-core of the extortionists were the ones now working him over so thoroughly: they were angry. Perhaps the kid had done some good before he'd died. Rij tried to think about where he'd said he was from... oh yeah, Centreppoint Station. Things were likely very different on Centrepoint. Maybe he'd move his business there. If he survived this. Rij did his best not to look them in the eyes, trying to not see the faces of the men as they struck him: he didn't want them to tnk of him as a threat. They could consider his lesson learned: he'd never get involved in anything like this again. He had the deep feeling of futility for that gesture, as he was pretty sure they'd kill him as soon as they felt it necessary, but he clung to that faint hope that he might be allowed to live, if he did nothing to make them feel threatened. He'd done enough, it seemed. Yet their lack of caution seemed to him to be a bad sign. If these men stopped caring about their reputations as lawmen, things could very quickly go from bad to worse in his neighbourhood. Good thing he'd be moving, then. After a while, it became very hard to retain any memory of what he'd been thinking from moment to moment, as their blows came with regularity, only differing in target and severity. . Rij had never been in such pain, and he wasn't sure how long he'd last. * Axel sat in the pilot's seat of the Stolen Future, his mouth pinched together in concentration as he thought. "Well, listen," he began, cocking his head to eye his companion, "We can't jest sit here with our thumbs up our asses waiting. The kid needs our help, and he needs it now." Shiny black eyes peered at the grizzled veteran, then the Ewok hopped out of his seat and toddled out of the cockpit, returning on a short minute later with a very large blaster pistol. "Kolot say, we help man." With the careful gaze of the career soldier, Axel assessed the little being eye to eye. Here was a warrior, no doubt about it. "Right," he replied, then gestured to the DL44 in Kolot's small but capable paws, "You got any more of those?" Newly armed from the Future's meagre but well-maintained weapon stores, the two unlikely brother-in-arms headed out into the oncoming evening of Corellia's capital city. Blind to the beauty of her spiral clouds glowing in the golden sky, they made their way to the place that seemed to be the hub of so much of the events of recent days: Rij Lissek's cantina. There were a bunch of CorSec speeders parked on the street beside the Crater, and Axel stopped to consider the best way to approach the situation. He peered in the far corner window, but couldn't see a thing. "Too damn dark," he muttered. Kolot squinted up at him, and then grabbed hold of the window ledge and pulled himself up nimle to kneel on the sill and peer in himself. "Men at bar," he stated, "Hitting thin man. No Myn." "Thin man?" Axel asked. "Thin, pale hair, has grey apron on?" "Sithspawn. That's Rij. This is his place." Kolot hopped down. "Friend?" he asked Axel. "Hell, yeah. I can't leave him to that: they'll kill him! The kid will end up here eventually..." Kolot cocked his head at him and flicked one ear in thought. "We stay, help friend," he decided. "Alright," Axel said somewhat surprised that the Ewok did not want to rush off to search for his friend. "We go," the Ewok tugged at his sleeve and gesturing to the cantina door. "No stop." "Naw, lemme think this one through," Axel said. "There's at least six of them in there, and they've got Rij pinned down. They all have guns, pistols likely, and the CorSec standard issue ain't got a thing on these. We've got surprise on our side, but six to two ain't great odds." He looked down, considering. "You ain't what they'll be expecting, Kolot, my friend. If anyone's gettin' in there safely it'll be someone below their radar, literally." He detailed a brief plan and the Ewok nodded his head. "So, Kolot go, no stop. Find cover, shoot men, Axel come. Yes?" "You got it, my friend," Axel replied. The plan went off without a hitch. Axel tapped the door panel and Kolot ducked in once it was open, then knocked over a table while the CorSec men were still looking up from their handiwork to see who was there, then he was firing that immense blaster pistol, and Axel hurtled over the table leg and joined the Ewok under their makeshift cover. It was a holding action only, and they both seemed to know it. If the ersatz CorSec officer didn't show up, hopefully with a whole tonne of help, they'd be picked off eventually. Then the door opened, and a woman screamed. * Orine made it a policy to stop in at the Crater first, to scout out any potential clients who might not know they wanted company for dinner. His place was a little slow early on in the evening, but by the dinner hour there was always a prospective being or two in there who saw what she had to offer. She'd had good luck at the Crater, and Rij tolerated her better than some. The streets were pretty empty, which didn't bode well. At least the Crater would be warm after the chill of evening. She'd picked a particularly flattering outfit tonight, one that highlighted her charms: a dark golden yellow midriff-baring top and a full pleated skirt in a lovely bronze shade. Even her familiar grey cloak she had set aside for something a little more feminine and saucy, a short decorated jacket that said "fun" and "good taste" at the same time. But it was more of a high summer sort of ensemble, and it was definitely heading towards the autumn. She had always been proud of her fashion sense. Maybe she could look into taking over Lasca's place, now that she was dead. She felt a momentary flash of regret at that mercenary thought, but Lasca Terrine had been stupid. She'd trusted that imposter and she'd paid the price. Orine didn't know who 'Ardmin Jidone' really was, but he was definitely not all he claimed to be, and no good would come of his meddling here. CorSec were not to be treated with disrespect. Honestly, she felt she'd just done her civic duty in reporting him and his trouble-making to the boys at the station. They'd take care of it and then things would go back to normal around there. She'd likely even get some extra work out of it. She could afford any adjustments they made to the protection policy: it was worth it for the added business they would send her way. She turned the corner and went into the Crater, completely unprepared for what she found when her eyes finally adjusted to the dim light. That washed up old soldier Axel Drey and some weird furry critter were hunkered down behind an overturned table, shooting at some of her friends from the station who were taking cover behind the bar, and occasionally shooting back. Rij was flat on his face on the floor, blood oozing out of a number of fresh cuts on his scalp, as well as seeping through his shirt in places. He wasn't moving. Caught completely by surprise, she screamed, and oblivious to the danger, she darted into the dark room. * Kirney leapt out of Derrek's speeder before it had even come to a complete stop, sprinting to her ship and over-riding her usual security with the flash of a code-card. These were expensive and one-use only, but this was an emergency. The ramp swung down and she ran aboard, calling for her co-pilot even as she ducked into her quarters. She could feel the hollowness of the ship, and knew she was alone aboard, and she could not dispell the sudden cold weight in her stomach. She grabbed up a grey shipsuit as something non-descript to pull over her clothes, for the night was coming on and Corellia's evening winds were brisk. Her worries grew when she noted the ransacking of her weapons cabinet. "They're not there," she reported briskly as she slid back into her seat beside Derrek, "And they've got my pistol and spare and all the charges they could carry." The big man gave a nod as he gunned the speeder towards the bay's exit. "Kinda figured. So where to now?" Kirney ran through the list of possibilities in short order, her mind quickly sorting them and discarding all but one. "The Crater," she said, "Fast!" They had just arrived when she recieved a comm. "Kirney," she stated briskly, "I don't really have time to-" The caller silenced her with a few strategic phrases, then followed that with some specific orders, directing Derrek where to park the speeder as she did so. They retrieved his weapon from the case, leaving the other behind, and then heading across the street from the Crater to take up the position she chose. She listened carefully to the last of the communication. "Acknowledged," she said at last, and Derrek looked over at her in sudden, stark surprise. Her voice had changed in that one word, to something cold, emotionless, and with a faint accent it took the older man a minute to place. When he did, his blood went icy. She sounded Imperial. Inside the tapcafe, a woman screamed. * Rithkin was tired. He'd just dropped his youngest off at her exercise class. Talia was a fitness nut, just like Thera, and he could only hope and pray she'd not choose the same career as her sister. The Larsen family tradition had been served in her generation: she could go on to bigger and better things: wasn't that why he'd worked so hard all his life? Wasn't that why, in the end, he'd started taking a cut of the extortion creds the other guys had pushed on him? The bills just kept coming, and maybe his high morals weren't worth the hardships his family had suffered. He'd given in, and things had gotten better immediately. At least financially, they'd improved. But he had trouble sleeping lately, and it had had an obvious effect on his temper. Even the usually self-absorbed teenager he'd just delivered to her Tei Lim class had noticed, asking him if he was feeling okay when he snapped at her to do up her safety harness. "I'm fine," he had barked, "Don't I look fine?" She'd graced him with a serious consideration, her green eyes so much like her mother's, he realised, and then she shook her head. "No, Da," she said, "You look like you haven't slept in a week." It felt like longer. Ever since that kid had flown in from Centrepoint and the guys had targetted him... when he finally tracked the shooter down, he wasn't surprised to find that fool Asec had planned the whole thing, from the moment they'd spotted him eating in the Greenline with Rith and Thera. "He's not who he claims to be," Asec had informed Rithkin, showing him the file on the real Ardmin Jidone, a serious-faced young man, but with brown hair and dark eyes. "He lied, and he's snooping into things that have nothing to do with him." "I don't care who he is," Rithkin had shouted back, "You yobbos could have hit me or Thera!" "Well, that would have been too bad, Rith," Asec had replied with a cold smile, "Why were you with him in the first place? If you've been talking..." "Ah hell, Asec: don't start anything you can't finish," the older officer had retorted, "I am not that damned dumb!" "I don't know how dumb you are, Larsen," Asec had given him a reptilian assessment, "But if you want to prove whose side you're on, you come to the Crater this evening. We have a little surprise planned for Mr. 'Jidone' and his friends." "Fine," Rithkin had grunted, "I'll be there." He stopped in at the station, trying to suppress the acidic hollowness in his gut. He'd finally overcome his scruples to accept the money and some gentle 'persuasion', but this felt worse than that. This felt like it could become murder. Over the years he'd dealt with some organised crime: Borvos and Hidden Daggers, for the most part, and while most of them were hardly to be taken seriously, a criminal version of a boys' club, there were some who were extremely dangerous. Rithkin could not but recall that those started by members of law enforcement agencies and ex-military men were invariably effective and amoral criminal elements. Wasn't it possible that this was the start of something like that? The more he thought about it, the more certian he became that he could not continue down tis road. It wasn't too late for him, was it? He picked up his private commlink and accessed a number he'd not called in a while. When the call was finished, he followed his old friend's advice, and continued on his way to the small tapcafe just outside the spaceport district. Was he a good man, or wasn't he? Where would he draw the line? As he headed for the cantina, he pondered the question, and still didn't have an answer when he arrived, and heard a woman scream. He was through the door before he had time to think, and ducking from a sudden spray of laser fire, knocking over a table to the left of the door and dragging the screaming female under it with him. -----signature----- In memoriam: Talon Squad Leader . When you can't run anymore, you crawl and when you can't do that...well, you know the rest. . Clear skies, General. You will be missed.
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KirneySlane22 Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 8/31/05 7:42pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	blinks blinks again A post. A real, certifiable post. The end is nigh!!! (j/k) Great post Derisa! A bit wierd (I am so going to have to reread this whole story to truely understand what was going on.) but still, a post!!! Kir -----signature----- Lover of X-Wing stories. I have fics posted! See profile for info!
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-thor- Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 9/1/05 12:09am Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	rubs eyes Nah ... that can't be a post. I must be asleep and dreaming. eyes pills he has to take and dumps them into the toilet -----signature----- Signature space for rent ... now where did I leave the HoloNet address ???
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 9/1/05 7:12pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	reads post Wow, was that a good post! I really liked how Kirney sort of reverted to Gara at that moment. It really shows that Gara will always be part of her, which is really powerful. Great post! -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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_Derisa_Ollamhin_ Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 9/3/05 4:27am Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	... grd crsed thing: can't update title... Thanks for responding guys. 'Preciate it. More to come. Derisa -----signature----- In memoriam: Talon Squad Leader . When you can't run anymore, you crawl and when you can't do that...well, you know the rest. . Clear skies, General. You will be missed.
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PsychoticEwok Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/4/05 5:16pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	-drools- wow....Great job Derisa! Just stumbled across this the other day. And I happened to have just finished re-reading the Xwing series (up to #8 anyway)lucky me! Keep up the awesome work! oyah...^Ups^
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/4/05 6:54pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	Finally, all my threats and destroying SW DVD's has paid off. Great post, can't wait for the next part. _Derisa_Ollamhin_ posted: More to come. I'll be holding you to that -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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REBADAMS7 Title: Book Club Leader Twin Cities, MN FF Registered: Feb '01	Date Posted: 9/25/05 9:34pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	What's that quote "Never give up - never surrender!" Oh I am so glad I checked here today. Well written, tight action paced and REAL! Love how you do this - write more - faster! Reb!!! -----signature----- MTFBWY, Always Choose and Act! Into the garbage chute Flyboy! Truly - Member of F.A.D.A. My New fic: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13994534
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padawanlissa Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 2/3/06 10:21pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<< - Date Edited: 2/4/06 12:04pm (1 edits total) Edited By: padawanlissa
	I started reading this a couple days ago and now I'm most of the way through it. It's great. Keep up the good work Derisa I've finished it now. I want more! -----signature----- Master of Featherpaw E-sister of Thrawn1786, Cinnamon_Windu, JeedaiElf, DG and ewok_jedi Wes Janson Fan Wraith 3 in the X-Wing Fan Club Mission Vao in the GSE
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_Derisa_Ollamhin_ Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 3/4/06 5:06pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	I am working on it guys... believe it or not... there is more to come... -----signature----- In memoriam: Talon Squad Leader . When you can't run anymore, you crawl and when you can't do that...well, you know the rest. . Clear skies, General. You will be missed.
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 3/4/06 11:57pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	pinches self "am I dreaming? Are you really there?" _Derisa_Ollamhin_ posted: there is more to come... Yeah, I've heard that before....................... Give us a new post please. -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 5/12/06 3:12am Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	Soo... Anything fun happening here? LIKE A POST!!!!!! You know you want to update Derisa, why don't you give in to the temptation? If you need a beta I selflessly offer my services for the greater good Please post soon fanficfan -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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_Derisa_Ollamhin_ Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 6/22/06 9:38am Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	so... life has taken its toll, I found a job, lost a job, had some investigative surgery, got myself a man, and found another job, not at all in that order. I have the hand written draft of the next post, and will set to putting it on pooter in the very near future, and eventually will finish this f-ing story, and the others I had started ages back and never finished: but I know what happens and all I have to do is write the bastards. fanficfan... you are willing to beta, hm? alrighty: PM me with your email addie, please please, and I will send you the draft of the next posts, plus the outline for the last chapters. Have a good weekend all: I work straight through till Tuesday: may have something ready for then. Derisa -----signature----- In memoriam: Talon Squad Leader . When you can't run anymore, you crawl and when you can't do that...well, you know the rest. . Clear skies, General. You will be missed.
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/22/06 11:06pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	You... You're alive??? Everyone was saying you were dead. Can't wait for the next chapter. PM away -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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padawanlissa Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/29/06 11:26pm Subject: RE: Last Chance: Myn and Lara >>>NEW POST : AUGUST 26<<<
	Yay!! We might have a new chapter soon! -----signature----- Master of Featherpaw E-sister of Thrawn1786, Cinnamon_Windu, JeedaiElf, DG and ewok_jedi Wes Janson Fan Wraith 3 in the X-Wing Fan Club Mission Vao in the GSE
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