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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/2/03 6:51am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 05/29<< - Date Edited: 6/2/03 6:51am (1 edits total) Edited By: Xaara
	JSD: Wes-ness is good...it's probably the world's fastest acting, least-side-effects and most effective antidepressant, no? Well, I don't know about the least-side-effects part... Wedge is my all-time favorite male SW character (though Han comes in a close second, and Wes, Tycho, Hobbie, Ton, Face, and the rest of the Wraiths and Rogues are pretty much all in there, too). _RogueFire_: My copy of Wraith Squadron is practically falling apart, and my copies (yes, two--my grandmother sent me one ) of Iron Fist aren't in much better shape. I won't even go into the conditions of all the rest of my SW books. I never really interpreted the X-wingers as being about Wedge--speaking in general terms, the Rogues are about Corran, the Wraiths are initially about Kell and then about Face, and Isard's Revenge is about...do I have any takers here? P.S: I'm working on the final stages of a post right now, so it should be up tonight. (Which, I suppose I should add, is afternoon board time.) -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/2/03 1:00pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 05/29<< - Date Edited: 6/3/03 1:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Xaara
	General Cracken was not a happy man, at least not judging by the expression on his face as he talked to Wedge from across the pilot's desk. I was so close, Wedge thought wistfully. Two minutes later and I would have been gone on the mission, and he would have had to draft this into a message and send it. It was not that he particularly resented having to listen to Cracken or particularly wanted to leave for Noráshi, but more that Wedge did not feel a deep desire to do either. Although the animosity between the two men had lessened greatly with a good night's sleep and a chance to think the problem over, Wedge still entertained a vague sense of annoyance at the older man for allowing a dangerous criminal through Intel. His brain sifted through the report Cracken was reading from his datapad, automatically storing the pertinent information—of which there was precious little—and discarding personal commentary, meaningless statistics, and other unnecessary details. "What that all boils down to," Cracken said finally, "is that we don't know exactly what happened to your pilot. "At first, we thought she had been hit by a weapon discharged from the Inescapable, currently orbiting Coruscant. After due consideration, we abandoned that theory as highly unlikely, and took up the theory that you and Lieutenant Janson seemed to support; namely, that it was a case of deliberate sabotage. This suggestion was reviewed by a team of our best Intel analysts, who scrutinized the records of hangar activity around the destroyed X-wing." Grimacing, Cracken said, "What we found was highly disturbing. There was no unexplained activity around the ship; rather, there was an unexplained absence of activity. For roughly fifteen minutes of our recorded time, there is absolutely no one in the section of the hangar covered by camera twelve, the camera which showed Wraith Two's X-wing. We haven't determined yet whether that absence of activity was sliced into the system, but if we assume that it was, we can take that a step further and guess that your saboteur is either a very good slicer or has a friend helping him." The news hit Wedge like a blow to the stomach. He sat back in his seat, took a deep breath to ease the tightness in his chest, and let his mind go mercifully blank. A minute passed before he asked, "Does the crew of the Inescapable know anything about it?" Cracken frowned again. "Captain Ertil Garrec assures us that his defection is sincere and that he is innocent of any wrongdoing. We've been questioning him and some of the members of his crew for quite some time now, and none of them has slipped and revealed anything about the incident that is not common knowledge. Either they actually don't know who did it, or they are extraordinarily well-trained." An uncomfortable silence lagged in the conversation. After a moment, Wedge glanced rather indiscreetly at his wrist chrono, heaved a sigh, and stood. "I'm sorry to cut this short, General, but I have to go the hangar. We're due to take off in roughly ten minutes." "We'll continue to look into it." "Thank you for your time, General. I'd appreciate notification if anything new comes up." "Consider it done." The two men—one weathered by constant stress and fatigue, the other younger but no less subject to the pain of his chosen career—stared at each other for a long moment before Wedge hazarded the tiniest of smiles. Though Cracken did not smile back, the miniscule crinkling around his eyes indicated that he understood, and Wedge breathed an internal sigh of relief. An exchange of salutes later and each exited the office, walking purposefully in opposite directions. Wedge arrived in the hanger a short time later, his practical cloth duffel bag slung over one shoulder. When he saw Admiral Ackbar waiting at the blast doors that marked the entrance, he hurriedly moved the bag to his left hand to salute with his right. "Sir." The admiral returned the gesture. "Good luck, Commander." He extended a datacard, which Wedge took and placed in a front uniform pocket. "Considering the current state of affairs, I'm sure you understand that I wished to hand-deliver this message pertaining to your assignment. You already know the mission parameters, I'm sure, but I took the liberty of writing a few paragraphs to reiterate." "Thank you, sir." "I also ensured that your choice addition to the squadron was briefed on the standards of Wraith operations. I'm truly sorry that you have to take him with such a small amount of foreknowledge of his skills and abilities." "I think we can cope, sir, but thank you for your concern." Wedge bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, impatient to be going. A moment of hesitation, and then Ackbar took a step forward, dropping his stern façade and speaking earnestly. "My niece was proud to serve under your command. Make Jesmin proud, Wedge." Make Jesmin proud. His eyes hardening, Wedge met Ackbar's gaze unflinchingly, knowing what he had to say. "I intend to, sir." The admiral stepped back again, resuming his position as superior, and gave Wedge an impression of a human smile. "Very well, Commander. Clear skies." Wedge saluted, waited for the return, and executed a sharp about-face before striding to the Mynock, newly christened the Cloudcutter. Once onboard, he handed his bag to Wes, who had materialized, hand outstretched, behind him. Muttering a word of thanks, he reached into his front pocket, extracted the datacard Ackbar had given him, and inserted it into his datapad, running it through minimal security checks. ATTN: Wraith Squadron, Commander Wedge Antilles, Coruscant Your orders for the mission to Noráshi are as follows: Assess any rebel sympathies the people there might have. This includes connecting with local resistance cells. You are not to make promises on behalf of the New Republic. This is a strictly reconnaissance mission. Assess the strength and capabilities of the Imperials stationed on Noráshi. We have information on this from our Intel operative stationed there, but we would like a new set of eyes to give an independent confirmation. The operative will meet you at the hangar under the guise of a customs official. She will be wearing a dark blue bracelet with matching necklace and earrings. You know the confirmation phrase. Do not initiate violence of any sort, regardless of the justification. This is an Imperial-run world, and we cannot risk your exposure as agents of the New Republic. Admiral Ackbar Commander-In-Chief, New Republic Starfighter Command Coruscant Sighing, Wedge shut off the datapad before stowing it in one of the innumerable pockets of his baggy flightsuit. Ackbar was right. Nothing I didn't know. He made his way back through the Mynock until he reached the cargo bay, where the Wraiths had installed several rows of functional seats to be used for the purpose of appearance should a spaceport official decide to inspect the ship. All cargo of any sort had been removed and left with Jax on Coruscant. Alahna had insisted on unloading it herself, and Wedge had his doubts as to the legality of whatever had been in those crates, but he had not questioned the young woman or her co-pilot. Now the Wraiths were in the process of strapping themselves into the seats in preparation for takeoff. Wedge scanned the room quickly, counting heads, and registered eleven sentient beings in the hold with him. He nodded in relief. That means I don't have to track down anyone. Wedge almost sat himself before he remembered something to be done. Might as well introduce the new pilot while they're all here. "Your attention, please," he called loudly enough that the chatter lessened somewhat in volume. "I have a short announcement to make. As most of you have probably noticed, we have a new addition to the squadron, Lieutenant Lucio Arii. He's the one sitting over there," Wedge pointed to a wiry man with brown hair and lively brown eyes, "trying to pretend he doesn't know those of you who are taking bets on how soon I'll push Loran and Phanan out the airlock." The two pilots named ceased their hushed conversation with a guilty but unremorseful glance up at him. "Lieutenant Arii will take the position of Wraith Two for this mission. He may or may not be a permanent addition to the squadron. Introduce yourselves. Don't frighten him away. Try to be careful with his sanity. That's all for now, unless you have something to say, Lieutenant?" The younger man smiled. "Nothing for now, except that my sanity is not as fragile as you might think." Arii, a month with this squadron, and a padded room somewhere starts to sound rather appealing, not to mention appropriate. "Very well. Resume activities." Wedge found a seat next to his second-in-command and strapped himself in as Alahna's voice rang over the comm. "Takeoff in thirty seconds. Buckle up." Somewhere behind him, a pilot called, "Make sure you've restored your seats and tray tables to the upright and locked position." Badly stifled laughter followed. Wedge didn't even turn to see who it was. This is going to be a long trip. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Jaina_Solo_Durron Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 6/2/03 4:48pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	oh, goodness...that was spectacular enough to be a novel in itself - you could be a great x-wing author, Xaara, why you waste your considerable talents on us is unknown... He's the one sitting over there trying to pretend he doesn't know those of you who are taking bets on how soon I'll push Loran and Phanan out the airlock. Lieutenant Arii will take the position of Wraith Two for this mission. He may or may not be a permanent addition to the squadron. Introduce yourselves. Don't frighten him away. Try to be careful with his sanity. heeheehee -JSD -----signature----- Be nice to me, I might be your doctor someday.
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_RogueFire_ Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/3/03 1:50am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	Wow Xaara!! Great post. As always… That’s what I’ve been saying! The Rogues books are about Corran and the first Wraith book is about Kell, then Iron fist is about Face and finally Solo Command is about Myn. Jaina_Solo_Durron – I’m not going to say I was born here, but I did grow up here and Australia is the only home I remember. The reason why you only know only about 5 people that are Australians on the boards is because SW is not really big here. I mean when we studied SW at school this year nobody knew the difference between Luke and Han!! -----signature----- "You gotta dance like nobody's watching Dream like you will live forever Live like you're going to die tomorrow And love like it's never going to hurt" "I wish I’d been someone else. To give you that chance you wanted."--Lara to Myn
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Guinastasia Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/3/03 1:02pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	"Make her proud." sniff I started with The Bacta War which really kind of screwed up the spoilers, naturally. Speaking of, I wish Stackpole would try and do some stories about Tycho instead of Corran all the time. Tycho is so much cooler (though I do love Corran-he's pretty funny!) and I love him and Winter-they're my favorite EU couple. -----signature----- Founder of the Face Loran & Ton Phanan Appreciation Society Dark Lady of the JCC, currently retired Member of the Obi-Wan Kenobi Fan Club High Dominatrix of Flyboys, WJFC EUDF Captain, Retired Ravenclaw 0wns your sorry ass
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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/3/03 1:33pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	Isn't the new banner neat? The colors are a lot easier on my eyes now that they've done away with the yellows--it's a lot more like when I first came to the boards and they were almost exclusively grey. Thanks, JSD. I've always looked at posting here as sort of a hobby--though lately it's become almost a part-time job. (Not that that's a bad thing: writing is fun no matter what the reward, and reviews are reward enough for me.) Since I figure that I'll never get to write SW professionally, why not do it here? Nobody knew the difference between Luke and Han, _RogueFire_? Isn't that vaguely sacreligious? And you got to study SW at school? That's really neat--all my teachers except my English teacher (who loves that I write as much as I do regardless of the fact that it's here on the boards) think SW is a huge waste of my time. It would be neat to look at any kind of Sci-Fi in school. Thank you for reading! Tycho was always one of my favorites, Guin, mostly because he's the different one. I have a few stories about him in various states of planning/completion sitting around on my hard drive. Maybe I'll dust them off and take another hack at them sometime in the near future. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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_RogueFire_ Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/4/03 9:56am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	Believe me Xaara I was as surprised as I know you would been when one of my classmates asked "Hah? What’s going on? Which one’s Luke again?" Most of them haven’t even seen any of the Trilogy before we had to watch ‘A New Hope’ at school let alone know the characters… Ye we studied Change as a theme for English and ‘A New Hope’ was the main source we looked into along with a few others. You should have seen me when I heard that SW was going to be our prescribed text! I had to choke down a cheer. I will always read your stuff Xaara. Your a promising writer. Alahna’s recent revelations was deep and heart wrenching. That girl is as unpredictable as a character can get. I like that. She never fails to surprise me. And since you wrote her like that the credit for her is all yours. By any chance are you thinking of writing professionally? You got what it takes I think. Guinastasia – I started with the same book and it reunited all the suspense for all the books that came before. That’s why the spy in Rogue Squadron was not a unbelievable secret and ether was Corran’s Jedi thing. I regret reading that book first, but Oh well I still love Bacta War. Oh and people I have nothing against Corran. He is actually one of my top four favourite characters. I just think that for once Stackpole can have him sit in the back seat and have someone drive for a while. -----signature----- "You gotta dance like nobody's watching Dream like you will live forever Live like you're going to die tomorrow And love like it's never going to hurt" "I wish I’d been someone else. To give you that chance you wanted."--Lara to Myn
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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/4/03 9:00pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	I wouldn't even bother with the choking down a cheer, _RogueFire_. I'd be cheering for a week! Is your teacher a SW fan? (My sixth grade teacher was a huge fan--it was so much fun to talk to her.) I don't know if I'm thinking about writing professionally. I might be interested in journalism, as I've written several articles for the local paper and found it a great deal of fun. Thanks! As for Corran, he just didn't give a good first impression. In the first Rogue book I read, Wedge's Gamble he was too angsty and introspective for me. I actually prefer the way some of the people here on the boards write him. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Jaina_Solo_Durron Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 6/5/03 2:11am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<<
	WOOOO! the boards-are-bloody-well-back-UP! for those who didn't know, the JCF was down from about 11 to 1.30 board time...so it's back now! as for the SW class study thing, i'd have it finished within a week...my law&commerce teacher last year was a fan, but there's not much SW you can do with law or commerce, unless its suing people... UP! more soon please Xaara darlin'? -JSD -----signature----- Be nice to me, I might be your doctor someday.
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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/5/03 2:02pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/02<< - Date Edited: 6/6/03 9:19am (1 edits total) Edited By: Xaara
	Sorry, no time for replying now, but thanks for the reviews, everyone! This is not going to work, Myn thought for the billionth time. There is no way I'm going to be able to sleep on this ship. He lay curled up on his right side, a sleeping pad under him and a soft foam pillow over his face, but the raucous sounds of a lively card game a few meters away penetrated the pathetic insulation. Groaning, he sat up and buried his face in his hands. This is not fair. The new pilot came to sit beside him. "Having a rough day?" Myn looked up, surprised, and then nodded. "Understatement of the century." He held out a hand. "Myn Donos, Wraith Nine." Lucio shook the proffered appendage. "Glad to know there's someone around here who's reasonably normal." "I wouldn't know." Grinning ruefully, Lucio said, "Well, at least you're not like that one." He pointed at Wes. "He introduced himself as Lieutenant Kettch—said something about Ewoks and growing up on Endor." "That would be Lieutenant Wes Janson. He thinks he can get away with anything just because he's older than everyone except for the Commander." Lucio's expression turned contemplative. "Prankster?" "Another understatement. He's more a squadron plague, especially when other pilots are trying to sleep." Myn gestured at the pad and pillow. "He wasn't here for a week before he started trouble. Although I heard he's even worse when paired up with his friend from Rogue Squadron." "Well, he's never run up against Special Ops training before." "Don't underestimate Wes' ability to do something to anyone. If you're tough to get, it just makes it a little more of a challenge." Leaning back against a bulkhead, Myn said, "So why did they pick you? For the squadron, I mean." "I'm the best," Lucio said simply. "Not necessarily at flying," he amended, "but at infiltration and extraction, I have an almost perfect record. Twenty-six missions, three casualties." Myn felt his stomach turn. And I have one mission, eleven casualties. He forced a feeble smile. "Must be pretty difficult." Lucio shrugged. "I've been doing it all my life. I used to sneak in and out of my parents' house all the time as a kid, and I was never caught. I guess I just developed an eye for situations." "Then you're here as an expert on threat assessment. You didn't screw up royally on something or other?" The puzzled look on Lucio's face flashed for a moment and was gone. "Not on anything that I know of. Why?" "We're all supposed to be screwups. Screwups, washouts, people who can't get in anywhere else. You mean to tell me that you're actually here because Antilles wanted you?" "I think he cut some sort of deal with Gars, my CO. One day I'm a spook with Boreas Squadron and the next day I'm flying out with Wraith Squadron, commanded by Wedge Antilles. As for screwing up, I can tell you that once I slipped on a wet spot on a museum floor and knocked down a bust of Mon Mothma, but that's pretty much it. How about you?" That's none of your business. "I had some trouble with my first squadron command," Myn said vaguely, hoping Lucio would question him no further. His hopes were futile. "What squadron?" Lucio asked, seemingly out of genuine curiosity. Myn took a deep breath. I don't have to share this with someone I met three minutes ago. Exhaling, he said, "Talon." "Talon Squadron? Wasn't that the one…oh." Lucio closed his mouth abruptly, evidently realizing the implications of Myn's words. Though there was not exactly a silence, the conversation stopped. "I was sorry to hear about that," Lucio said at length. "Regardless of what you might think, it's not a reflection on your command skills. If anything, it was Intel's fault." The same way the infrequency of your losses isn't a credit to your command skills? Sell it to someone who's buying, Arii. "Thanks," Myn grated out. Again, the conversation dropped off, and again, Lucio reinitiated it. "So how did you end up flying with that girl in the cockpit? She's not military, is she?" "Who, Alahna? No. We picked her up on Genesia, although she's originally from Taanab. Long story." Myn linked his hands together and brought his knees up to his chest. "It was supposed to be a quick escape from Folor, but it ended up being more of a layover on our trip to Coruscant." "And so Miss…" "Vahr." "Miss Vahr just decided to come with you?" Myn nodded. Lucio nodded as well, and had sucked in another breath to speak when his air escaped him in a quick hiss. "Her name is Alahna Vahr?" When Myn confirmed this, he stood in a rush and added, "And she's from Taanab?" "Yes, or at least that's what she—" "Where is she?" "Uh, in the cockpit…I guess…" Lucio's sudden change from contemplative to almost frenzied struck Myn as decidedly odd. "Are you alright?" "Yeah," Lucio said in a distracted voice. "Thanks for talking to me. I'm just going to say, I mean, Alahna and I know each other, more or less, and… Well, I'm sure you understand." Myn did not, in fact, understand, but he chose to allow Lucio a small space of privacy. "I'll see you, then?" "Maybe later. Nice talking to you." In ten seconds, Myn could no longer hear Lucio's footfalls. He glanced over at the card game, still in progress to his left. From the sound of angry voices, someone had recently been found to be cheating. There was a great deal of cursing, and then Grinder emerged from the table, his mouth curved in the Bothan equivalent of a smile. As Myn watched, Falynn turned slightly, caught his eye, and beckoned him with a tiny nod of her head. Why not, he thought, before levering himself off the floor and slipping into the game beside her. ******************************************************************* "When's dinner?" Face asked, poking his head into the cockpit. "Or more to the point, is there any food lying around somewhere?" Alahna didn't turn around. "There are some stale rations in the galley, but I believe your officers are responsible for that sort of thing. You might want to ask one of them." Face sighed. "I asked one of them. He said to ask you." "Well, tell him I told you to ask him. I'm responsible for transportation, not babysitting. Besides, you're hardly going to starve. We'll be there in two hours." "Your boundless sympathy and willingness to aid my stomach will never cease to amaze me." Alahna grinned. "Your boundless sarcasm and inability to think about anything except your stomach will never cease to amaze me." "You really believe I don't think about anything except food?" Snorting, Alahna swiveled her chair until she faced him. "Who else would install a cold drink dispenser in his astromech?" "Someone who finds the lack of cold drink dispensers throughout New Republic space disturbing?" She rolled her eyes. "Go away." His arms crossed, Face stood his ground. "Make me." "Go away." Face grinned. "Maybe if you said 'please'…" "You act like a preschooler." "What's this?" a new voice entered the conversation. Alahna almost threw up her hands when she recognized it as belonging to Ton. The doctor continued in an admonishing tone. "I thought we had agreed that there was a time and place for flirting, Face, and missions—" "One more word and you'll never make it back, Ton," Face said amiably. Ton nodded his comprehension and turned to Alahna, placing his left hand in front of him and using his right hand to making sweeping gestures from the opposite palm to his open mouth. Curious, Alahna watched him, feeling one eyebrow rise in amusement. She waved at Face. "Do you think you could let him tell me what he wants?" Loftily, Face nodded. "You are released from your silence, Phanan." Ton bowed deeply to Face, then rotated back to Alahna. "I was wondering if you had anything to eat." Alahna sighed, then began to speak slowly, in simple sentences, as if addressing a pair of dim children. "Go out of the cockpit. Go to the end of the hall. Turn into the room marked 'galley.' Open the cupboards. Find some food. Follow the directions on the package. Don't set my ship on fire." "Very well," Ton said. "We will do our best. Come, O servant mine. Direct me to this galley." "Excuse us, please," said Face. To Alahna, he added, "Ton's becoming senile in his old age. I'll just escort him to the food and be right back." "I heard that!" Ton called from somewhere down the hall. "And I'll have you know I'm not senile because of my age. I've always been this way." "Go help him, O servant of Ton's. Bring me back something hot." Face exited the area at a brisk pace and Alahna spun her chair back to the control panels. A short time later, boots echoed on the metal floor behind her. "You're quick, Face," she said. "Do you cater for hire or for friends only?" There was no answer and Alahna suddenly felt a suspicious tingling at the back of her neck. Something's not right here. She slipped her left hand down to her holster and unclipped the strap holding her blaster in place before turning quickly and rising to face whoever had entered the cockpit. Lucio stood in the doorframe, an odd mixture of fear and intensity on his face. Glaring, Alahna lowered her hand toward her weapon. "Just what do you think you're—" "You're Alahna Vahr?" he interrupted, staring at her. "That's me." Her lip curling, Alahna stayed fixed in place. "What do you want?" "I never thought I'd meet you. I mean, when I found out what had happened…it was sickening. I never thought… There wasn't any time to make decisions. I know words don't really mean much, and I can't make up for what he did, but…" That pathetic scum is actually trying to apologize to me. "That's enough," Alahna growled. "Get out of my cabin." "But—" "Get out!" "I'm making an effort to apolo—" He cut off as Alahna advanced on him, her grey eyes smoky with anger. "When I tell you to leave my cockpit, I expect you to do so with no argument. Is that clear, Lieutenant?" She did not pause for him to answer, but took another step forward, rage boiling within her. "We're not on speaking terms, you and I, and I don't expect to see you here again." The young man nodded his head slightly, but remained obstinate. "I can't just walk—" "You can just walk away. You did that when you found out about what your father had done. Do it now." Their eyes locked for a moment, battling over something neither of them quite understood. Lucio blinked first. "Very well." He had turned and was about to leave when Face appeared in the hallway, carrying two plates of steaming food. "Alahna, I—woah, careful there." As a result of a hasty step back to keep his balance, it was a moment before Alahna saw Face look up and recognize the man before him. When Face did realize who stood in the hallway, his jaw set into the hard lines she had only seen once before: after Jesmin's death. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Jaina_Solo_Durron Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 6/5/03 5:23pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/05<<
	ooooooooooooooh....loved that posty! will reply more later...must go to school now... -JSD -----signature----- Be nice to me, I might be your doctor someday.
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_RogueFire_ Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/5/03 5:52pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/05<<
	Wow!! That was too good!! And Myn is in it. I just love him. Throughout the Wraith Squadron books I just wanted to jump in the book and give him a big hug. And as for my teacher being a fan…no not really. She know the difference between Luke and Han so I guess that’s a plus. But she was not the one who picked the movie for us to study. We have this Board of Studies here in Australia who tells us what to study. They had a list of movies and other texts for us to pick from and my school picked SW. -----signature----- "You gotta dance like nobody's watching Dream like you will live forever Live like you're going to die tomorrow And love like it's never going to hurt" "I wish I’d been someone else. To give you that chance you wanted."--Lara to Myn
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Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/6/03 9:30am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/05<<
	JSD: I noticed a large gap in the times of the posts, but I didn't really think about it. Law and commerce? My law and commerce teacher is a crazy and wonderful old guy who believes that JFK was shot as part of an attempt to cover up the Roswell Incident. rolls eyes Star Wars is right up his alley. Thanks! _RogueFire_: Myn is a wonderful character, and an example of how people can be beaten by life and not turn "dark." Yes, he has his dark moments, but he gets over it. What's school like in Australia? Here we have a stupid block schedule, with alternating "A" and "B" days. That means, of course, that one week we have three "A" days and the next week we have three "B" days, unless of course there's a holiday or something... But four more days and I won't have to worry about any of that any more! ANNOUNCEMENT: I'll be leaving for vacation on the 13th or 14th, and returning in roughly three weeks. Then, a month after that, I'll be moving back to the US. Sorry if my posts become a little erratic during that period, but I'll do my best to write ahead so I don't have to go for too long without writing anything. Thanks for understanding. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Guinastasia Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/6/03 7:25pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/05<<
	Wow-great! Face and Ton are the best! Oh, and you still have to pop into the Face and Ton association when you get a chance! PIRATES! -----signature----- Founder of the Face Loran & Ton Phanan Appreciation Society Dark Lady of the JCC, currently retired Member of the Obi-Wan Kenobi Fan Club High Dominatrix of Flyboys, WJFC EUDF Captain, Retired Ravenclaw 0wns your sorry ass
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_RogueFire_ Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 6/7/03 8:16am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron story >>updated 06/05<<
	Xaara you named every reason why I like Myn. What’s school like here? Well it’s different in every school, but in my school we have a weekly time and subject schedule that repeats every week. Our schedule depends on the subjects that we take. On one day of the week an afternoon is dedicated to a sport or activity that we choose. What’s a ‘block schedule, with alternating "A" and "B" days’? To be honest I have never heard of them. -----signature----- "You gotta dance like nobody's watching Dream like you will live forever Live like you're going to die tomorrow And love like it's never going to hurt" "I wish I’d been someone else. To give you that chance you wanted."--Lara to Myn
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