Jedi Council Forums - Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OCs >>Update! 1/6<<

Yarael Poof and this forum are dead. But they both live on in our hearts.

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Classic Fan Fiction »

Locked Topic | Read Only Topic | Previous Active Topic | Next Active Topic

« 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 - Previous | Next | Reload

Author	Topic: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OCs >>Update! 1/6<<
Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 8:17pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/24<<
	Thank you, Thumper! The fact that I started reading it yesterday and stayed up late both last night and tonight to read everything up to this point should give you an indication of how addictive and how good this story is…. Wow, I'm flattered that you think that much of it. I'm having an incredible amount of fun writing, and I'm glad to see that you're having a good time reading as well. As to your question about foreshadowing, I don't think it was intentional, but I can definitely see how you could interpret the conversation as a reference to Falynn's death in WS. Mental Note: Must be careful. I have an attentive reader. Happy [belated] Thanksgiving to you, too, and I hope you enjoy the next post! ******************************************************************* The speeder was not in its first years of service. Flakes of its originally red paint had come loose and peeled away from the metal beneath, exposing a dirty grey that had weathered under constant sun and wind. One of the windows was cracked across the center, and one of the door handles had come partially off and dangled from three grimy wires. All of this registered in the second Alahna had to examine the vehicle. A moment later, she had dropped into the driver's seat, allowed the startup systems to scan her keycard, and rotated the speeder to face the doors of the bunker. Ton pulled the rear passenger door open and climbed in. "Set Moira back here so I can keep an eye on her," he ordered when Face and Saro appeared carrying the unconscious woman. "Saro, you'll probably want to be in the front so you can give Alahna directions; Face, I want you back here to help me if anything happens." Saro opened his mouth as if to argue, but Ton was having none of it. "Kid, I know we're not very well acquainted but I'm a doctor and you're going to have to trust me on this one. If you can trust us to protect your friend once she reaches wherever we're going, then you can trust us to protect your friend—" "Sister," said Saro. Face glanced up from where he was settling Moira in the backseat. "What?" "She's my sister. And if anything happens to her…." "Nothing's going to happen to her," Ton said. "At least not if we keep moving and get her somewhere safe. Now let's go and not stand around arguing." "I brought the stack of tablecloths that was sitting on the counter," Face said, producing said cloths from a back pocket and handing them to Ton before clambering in the opposite side of the speeder and pulling the door closed behind him. Ton smiled. "I always knew you'd be good for something. Unlike our driver, who has a remarkable propensity for sitting in the control seat without any indication of her eventual intention to take us out of this mess and into a somewhat safer situation where I can administer to my patient in an appropriate setting." "Ton," Alahna grated out, doing her best to remain calm, "I would be moving a lot faster if I didn't have to contend with your backseat driving." "How do you know I'm a backseat driver? You haven't driven anywhere with me yet." By this time, Saro had worked the front passenger door's handle open and slid into the seat. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small cylinder with a green button on one end. He pointed the device at the doors in front of the speeder and depressed the button; the doors opened without complaint and Alahna was through them as soon as the speeder could fit. She squinted against the glare of the sunset and fought her eyes' instinct to fill with tears, blinking rapidly until she could adjust. "Turn left," Saro said, "and then right, and then there'll be another right several kilometers away. It shouldn't take more than ten minutes." "Good," said Ton. "This woman is, quite frankly, in no condition to be moved like this. The sooner we can get her somewhere similar to a hospital, the better. I don't suppose you people have a bacta tank handy?" "We do," murmured Saro, "but it'll take a few minutes to prepare." He twisted around in his seat, his face betraying his anxiety. "She'll be all right until then, won't she?" "Yes she will," Face said. "Now tell Alahna where to go so we don't get lost and wind up driving in circles with a person bleeding in the backseat." "We're almost there," Saro said, turning back toward the front of the vehicle. "I tried to call them earlier on the comlink, but the cell has been enforcing a communications blackout since the tram explosion and they wouldn't acknowledge. They might have heard my message, though, in which case they'll be ready for us." As Alahna pulled into the bunker Saro indicated and opened for her, she could not help but admire the young man's composure. Although his worry was evident in his voice and movement, he stepped away as Face and Ton lifted Moira from the back of the speeder, closing the bunker doors and knocking on what appeared to be a plain stone wall. "It's me, Per." The Per in question obviously knew who "me" was – within seconds, a section of the wall grated slightly less than a meter to the right, allowing the group to enter. Only after they had all made their way through the gap and Per had closed it again did Saro continue. "Did you get my message?" he asked. "If you didn't, we need a—" "Relax, Saro. It's all taken care of." As if to prove Per's point, an assembly of medical personnel arrived hurriedly, bringing with them a hovercot on which Face and Ton placed Moira. "We'll take her from here," said a cheerful older man who appeared to be the head medic. "It looks like she's stable enough to dump into the bacta, but we'll have to run a few quick tests first. In the meantime, why don't you four stay here and introduce yourselves to Per? He's been sitting here all day with no one to talk to." "I want to go with her," Saro said. "Look, son, you can be with her all you want once she's in bacta. Before then you won't be able to do anything except get in the way. We know you mean well, but we have to get going or her condition could get a lot worse in a hurry." "But—" Alahna laid a hand on Saro's arm, stopping him. "Listen to the man, Saro. Moira will be fine." She paused for a second. And you'll get another chance to tell your sister how much you love her. Guiding the young man over to a bank of chairs, she gently pushed him down, forcing him to sit. "Just take a few deep breaths and think about how lucky you both are." Face and Ton had disappeared, presumably to wash their hands free of Moira's blood, so Alahna sat beside Saro, who collected himself with surprising speed and was now straight in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as he inhaled deliberately. "Thank you," he said at length. "From all objective viewpoints, I just made the stupidest decision imaginable, but you haven't killed me or Moira yet, so it was at least partially competent." He grinned and turned to look at her, his dark eyes flashing. "Of course, this could all be some sort of elaborate plot to infiltrate the cell and reveal our plans to the Imps." "Not on my watch." Alahna almost added a "kid" to the sentence, but suddenly felt unqualified to do so. How long ago had she been in the same situation, watching her brother and sister transported to a hospital where nothing could be done to save them? Years? Months? Days or perhaps just minutes? Biting her lip, she forced her eyes to focus on one stylus resting on Per's desk, forced her mind to blank. She barely noticed when Saro rose from the seat beside her and Face took his spot. "You all right?" he asked, touching her shoulder gently. As the adrenaline of the past half-hour wore off, Alahna fought the nausea rising within her and nodded. "I will be." "Are you sure?" Again she nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat and lacing her fingers together. Apparently satisfied, Face stood as if to leave, but she caught his hand. "Stay here?" Alahna hated the way she sounded – weak and teary and tremulous – but didn't have the strength to take the words back. Face smiled. "Sure." He sat back down, put an arm around her shoulders, and spoke informally, as if he had not just been thrown into a situation totally beyond his control. "I don't know what's going to happen now. We don't have any of our things, and we're going to have to retrieve our luggage somehow. It's possible that we'll have to sneak back to the hotel tonight and go up to the rooms." Alahna did her best to answer in the same tone. Holding her voice steady, she asked, "Won't the hotel patrons notice that there's a bloodstain in the dining room and a conspicuous absence of staff?" "That's all taken care of. I talked to Per, and Moira and Saro planned for that contingency some time ago. They have people on call to clean up the mess – hopefully before anyone sees – and run the business until Saro and/or Moira can return." He paused for a moment. "It's actually a very well-designed system." Resting her head on his shoulder, Alahna felt her inner pressure ease. Her thoughts slowed to a comfortable pace, and her emotions stopped their confused swirling and settled into their accustomed patterns. She allowed herself to close her eyes and concentrate on her immediate surroundings: the way the room smelled slightly of plastic, the way the ventilators whirred gently as they circulated the air, the way Per's chair squeaked as he settled into it. The way she could relax with her eyes closed and savor the moment because she knew, absolutely knew, that nothing in that moment could harm her. "Alahna, you know—" Before she had time to think and talk herself out of it, she opened her eyes, turned her face up, and kissed him. The surprise he felt was evident in his reaction to her touch – the arm he had draped across her shoulders tightened, and he drew a quick breath as her eyelids drifted down – but he did not pull away with a frown as Alahna was afraid he might. Instead, he gathered her closer, wrapping his other arm around her and shifting until he faced her as much as possible on the row of chairs. The need for a clear breath finally drove them apart, but they stayed in the same position, arms wrapped around each other, until their breathing steadied. Alahna brought her knees up and curled against Face, listening to the steady beat of his heart and willing the instant to stretch into infinity. "It's about time," said Ton, breaching Alahna's contented silence with an unexpectedness that startled her. "You two have been pining after each other for weeks now." When Alahna glowered at the doctor, he winked impishly and nodded at Face. "You could do a lot worse. Like me, for example." "Why thank you," Face said, his glare matching Alahna's. "That's probably one of the most indirectly heartfelt compliments I've ever received." Ton assumed a look of surprise. "More heartfelt than those of all the girls who are perpetually swooning over you?" "Much. Now if you would be so kind as to give us some measure of privacy…." Face pointed at a seat across the room. Ton smiled, inclined his head to Alahna, and walked to the chair Face had indicated before seating himself. Face turned back toward Alahna, appeared to take a moment to collect himself, and queried, "What brought that on?" She shrugged, her shoulder sliding against Face's shirt. "I don't know. Ton is always like that. You've known him longer than I have, so you're the one who would—" "Not that," he said. "The other thing." "Kissing you?" "Yes." She shrugged again. "I don't know about that either. It just felt right." "That much I know." Alahna looked up at him, waiting for some sort of double meaning to emerge from his words, but found nothing but sincerity in his green eyes. "I guess I appreciate you. I appreciate your being here. I don't know if any sort of relationship other than the friendship we have would work out, but I want to try." She hesitated, then continued ruefully, "I'm telling you this in an underground bunker on a hostile planet in the middle of massive civil unrest. And I sound like a lovelorn female going through her repertoire of clichés." "Not at all," said Face. "You sound like someone who's trying to figure out what just happened. So you sound a lot like me, and I'm not any lovelorn female going through my repertoire of clichés." An easy silence fell between them, one Alahna did not feel a need to break, despite Ton's insistent throat-clearing from his position opposite the pair. Finally, Face spoke again, his voice low and strangely puzzled. "Although this is an interesting venue for a first kiss." The laugh that bubbled up inside Alahna was impossible to control. "I certainly didn't plan it like this." It was only after she caught the spark in Face's eye that she regretted her phrasing. "So you planned the whole thing?" he asked, the beginnings of a smirk on his face. "No, I—" "I should have known." "Face, you—" "After all, I've never met a woman resistant to my charm and good looks." This time, the smirk was definitely there. "Good looks which are about to be marred by a broken nose." "Are you threatening me?" "It would appear that I am, flyboy. So you might want to reconsider—" Face cut her off with a kiss, gently but effectively putting an end to her remark. When they broke apart the second time, she pushed him away with a palm flat on his chest. "If you think you can just kiss me every time you don't want to hear what I have to say, you're wrong." "Are you two done flirting shamelessly over there?" Ton called from his chair. "Because if you are, there are a few things we're going to need to talk about." "Are we done?" Face asked Alahna. "Quite frankly, I'd rather flirt shamelessly with you than talk about something with Ton." "And you're the only person I want to flirt shamelessly with now anyway." "Does this conversation count as shameless flirting?" "I think so." "Then should I tell my long-suffering wingmate that we're not done?" "Whatever makes you happy." "Fine." Face turned toward Ton. "No, we're not done yet. But we will be in a minute." He disentangled himself from Alahna and the chair, stood, and offered her a hand up. "Shall we?" She smiled at him. "Certainly." -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jaina_Solo_Durron Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 11/30/03 5:01pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	YESSSSS! MUSH!!!! WHOOOOOOO! Heehee, look at me...I've got colours! Wooo! UP! Loved that post muchly, Xaara...finally, the KISS we've all been waiting for...Lovely! More! Soon! -JSD -----signature----- Be nice to me, I might be your doctor someday.
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 12/2/03 3:07pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	Glad you liked it, JSD - this post was actually in the making for quite some time before I got around to fitting it into the story. Anyway, thanks for stopping by. I'm posting from the library at the moment - no Internet at home - but I hope to be back online regularly sometime soon. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 12/2/03 6:51pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	Sorry it took me a while to respond. Another excellent post. Ton smiled. "I always knew you'd be good for something. Unlike our driver, who has a remarkable propensity for sitting in the control seat without any indication of her eventual intention to take us out of this mess and into a somewhat safer situation where I can administer to my patient in an appropriate setting." hee hee, I like that line. And the whole "flirting shamelessly" conversation. Poor Ton, odd man out. But it's nice to see Face and Alahna get together after all the difficulties they had at first. And you'll get another chance to tell your sister how much you love her. Another illustration of how much Alahna misses her siblings. Very nice. I'd guess she's been thinking about them a lot lately with having Lucio there reminding her of everything that happened. Looking forward to more! -Katie Thumper who just finished rereading Wraith Squadron, yay! -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel The Way--Imperial pilot OCs, OT: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28104637 OC X-wing fics: http://www.coronasquadron.com/corona.html
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 12/8/03 12:47am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	I'm late, I know. hangs head Life has been so hectic lately. I never thought of Ton as a backseat driver, but he is! I liked how ascerbic he is while giving instructions -- wonderful characterization there. This resistance cell is definitely organized! A bacta tank, contingency plans in case of bloodstains in the hotel ... wow. They've got everything under control, haven't they? I also liked the way Alahna is thinking back to when she was in the same situation, but how nothing could be done for her brother and sister, and the way that she suddenly felt that nothing could harm her now that Face was sitting next to her. That kiss was wonderful! I wish I had your talent of writing scenes like this without making them sickly sweet. This was so realistic and yet not too mushy. Face's reaction was wonderful. And Ton's "It's about time," made me laugh. "Not at all," said Face. "You sound like someone who's trying to figure out what just happened. So you sound a lot like me, and I'm not any lovelorn female going through my repertoire of clichés." Awww ... you're making me fall in love with Face, too! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 12/9/03 3:51am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	Thumper09: Thank you for your kind review. I like it when my readers take time to reply as thoughfully as you have - it makes my day more fun! And the whole "flirting shamelessly" conversation. If it doesn't sound too egotistical to say it, I liked that conversation, too. Face is one of my favorite characters, and it's a lot of fun to write him and Alahna together. Yes, Ton is the odd man out to a certain extent, but he's a wonderful character all by himself. One thing that's unfortunate about professional SW literature is that it can't explore all the facets of every character - there just isn't enough paper! I always thought Ton was a bit short-changed, even though everybody loves him. I'd guess she's been thinking about them a lot lately.... I thought that as well. I mean losing relatives that are older than you is painful, but I think it's something you subconsciously prepare yourself for. Losing relatives that are younger than you, on the other hand, is something that isn't really part of the natural course of events. who just finished rereading Wraith Squadron, yay! Good for you! (I reread the best parts of all my SW books all the time. I'm a total nerd, I know - I can recite word-for-word my favorite scenes. ) Jane Jinn: Life has been so hectic lately. Don't I know it! (Well, actually, I don't, but if it's been anything like mine you have my most heartfelt apologies. ) As for Ton the Backseat Driver, he just struck me as one of those people who would be perpetually hitting an imaginary brake when you're taking a turn, nagging you to speed up on the straightaways, commenting on when you turn on your turn signal or how you change lanes... He can't ever keep his mouth shut. Yes, the resistance is rather well organized. I'm still working on the details, but I think they've been underground (both literally and figuratively) on Norashi for quite some time. And if Moira and Saro are who they claim to be, then it makes sense for them to have some sort of plan in case they have to get out of town in a hurry - after all, they're pretty important... Thank you for the reassurance that my "mush" isn't too "mushy". Scenes like this are always difficult to write, because it's easy to fall into an endless stream of cliches when trying to express sentiment. I'm glad you think I managed to pull it off. Awww ... you're making me fall in love with Face, too! Hey! What are you doing falling in love with my characters? Only I'm allowed to fall in love with my characters! -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
talkingbanana Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 1/5/04 8:06am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	delurks That flirting shamelessly conversation was beautiful. I do hope you're going to continue this, and soon! -----signature----- How? Myn/Lara one-shot, Betrayal, slight AU http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28175766/p1/?0 Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/6/04 4:08am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 11/29<<
	Here you go, talkingbanana. (You definitely asked for an update on the right day. ) Thank you for delurking and I hope you enjoy the post! ******************************************************************* "Sir, you're in no condition to be in this hospital room, and furthermore, this woman is not to be disturbed. She is suffering from a serious case of smoke inhalation, and talking to her will only aggravate the problem, and – sir! I must ask that you refrain from—" "I'm not leaving," said Jax, folding his arms across his chest and swallowing hard in an effort to keep his dizziness from his face. "So do whatever you have to do around me." The petite young nurse facing him appeared more than a little flustered. "I'm afraid I'll have to call hospital security, sir, if you refuse to leave the room." "And they'll have to drag me kicking and screaming out of Nascha's room." "If you insist, sir. Though you could maintain your dignity by simply leaving and returning to the hospital room you're supposed to be in." "Not going to happen." The dizziness had become worse – parts of the room kept doubling and spinning off in odd directions. Jax bit the inside of his lip forcibly enough to taste blood and was gratified to see his vision clear at the sudden pain. "I don't see why I have to leave anyway. I won't talk loudly. I won't jump on her bed. All I want to do is stay here and be next to her in case anything happens." And now I sound like I'm begging. The nurse had regained her composure and now managed to look down her nose at Jax despite their disparity in height. "There is a provision for visits by family members – are you related to the patient?" "No," said Jax. Immediately, he regretted the word. "Well…not entirely." "Sir, a yes or a no would suffice." The nurse looked doubtful. "But how are you not entirely related?" Great, another one of those brilliant situations you always get yourself into when you refuse to think before you speak. "We're engaged," Jax said. The nurse looked more doubtful than before. "There was no mention of that in the patient's record," she said, flipping open her datapad. "That's because we – we were only engaged last week, and, you see, her parents don't exactly approve of me and so I'm…staying off the record for now." Attempting what he hoped was a winning smile, Jax said, "I'm sure you understand. In fact, if you want to add it to the files, go right ahead." Something about the expression on the nurse's face erased the grin Jax had struggled to maintain. "Very well, sir," she said, her voice brisk. "However, regardless of your relationship with the patient, you are only allowed in here during visiting hours. Those hours do not include the period from sunrise to oh-seven-hundred, which is the time frame in which we now find ourselves." With a glance at the chrono above Nascha's bed, Jax argued, "It's only five minutes until I'm allowed to be in here. By the time I leave, turn around, and come back in, it will be visiting hours." "Sir, I simply cannot allow you to—" "Jax," came a harsh whisper from somewhere below his line of vision. "Just wait five minutes." Nascha coughed after her words, but managed to smile nonetheless. "But Nascha, I—" Her glare interrupted him more successfully than any words could have. "Listen to your fiancée, sir. You'll be allowed back in once I've done with her. I'll come personally to tell you when you can return." Defeated, Jax muttered, "Traitor," before turning to leave. At the last moment, he decided that he should keep up appearances if he wanted to be allowed in to see Nascha, so he bent and kissed her cheek, murmuring, "I'll be right back." He forced himself to walk in a straight line as he exited the room. Once he reached the hall, the spinning in his head surged and threatened to overwhelm him. Jax braced his back against a wall, closed his eyes, and scrubbed his hands over his face, realizing for the first time that he had not rested – truly rested – in far too long. Exhaustion pressed down on him, and he slid down the wall, resting on the floor and leaning his head back. Aren't those five minutes over yet? "Jax?" asked a male voice from somewhere above him. "Hey Jax, are you okay? What are you doing out of bed?" Jax looked up at Rison, squinting at the brightness of the uncovered ceiling lights. "I had to come and find Nascha." "You're sitting on the floor in a hall," Rison pointed out. "And Nascha's in there," Jax said, pointing at the room he had just left. "They won't let me in until visiting hours, even though I was in there all night, and they won't let non-relatives in at all." "But you're not related to her." "I am now." "How?" "We're engaged." The side of Rison's mouth quirked up in a little smile. "Well, congratulations. When's the wedding?" Jax shot him a dirty look. "We're not getting married, blaster brains. We're just engaged." "Ah." A pause. "You know, that doesn't make a lot of sense." Suddenly, Jax remembered something. "Aren't you supposed to be in New Republic custody? I thought Security rounded all of the defectors up and detained them for questioning." "They did." Rison shrugged. "But they let us go after recording that we were all present. They didn't make a lot of sense either. Maybe you should join Security." Snorting, Jax said, "Whatever. The only thing I'm thinking about right now is getting Nascha better in a hurry." "That's evident." Rison seated himself next to Jax. "Look, if there's anything I can do…" "Help me break her out of here." Looking around, as if he suspected that someone might be eavesdropping, Rison whispered, "What?" "She's fine. All she needs is rest – you saw she wasn't hooked up to anything that has to stay here, and we can keep an eye on her in case something goes wrong. I'm not leaving, but I'm sure not spending a week sleeping in the hall." "Jax, are you listening to yourself?" "Why?" "Or a better question might be, Jax, are you insane?" "Probably." Rison linked his hands over his knees and said, "This is a truly bad idea. I mean, I've been in the Imperial military and I've heard some bad ideas, but this one takes top prize for worst idea I've ever encountered." "The Rebels' flying into the second Death Star and blowing it up from the inside out wasn't a worse idea?" Shrugging, Rison said, "That's desperation and sheer luck. This is real life. That kind of success doesn't repeat for real people." "I've known Commander Antilles for almost a week now, and he's a real person. He managed to get out of the second Death Star alive." "I'd love to chat about this, Jax, but we need to stay focused here." "On what?" "On convincing you that 'rescuing' Nascha from this supposedly evil facility is not only stupid but also worthless if you get caught." "That," said Jax, "is why we're not going to get caught." Straightening, Rison asked, "We?" He shook his head vehemently. "Jax, I honestly don't think that's the best use of my time. Can't you see the headlines all over the HoloNet? Imperial Defector Captured While Attempting to Kidnap New Republic Librarian." "We're not kidnapping her, we're taking her out of here so that she can be someplace comfortable." "Like your quarters? Like my barracks? We can't leave her anywhere by herself – what if something happens? I might be young, Jax, but I'm not stupid. There has to be a rational – not to mention legal – way to get her out of here that doesn't result in our arrests. Have you tried asking the doctor if she can come with us?" Jax's face fell. "No," he said, feeling vaguely dim-witted. "But I didn't want to have—" "You didn't want them to have a chance to say no." "Something like that." "And so you didn't even ask. Come on, Jax, you're a smart kid. This isn't an adventure holo, this is a hospital in the capital of the Galaxy. All you ever have to do in this kind of place is fill out a lot of paperwork." Utterly deflated, Jax protested, "But what if they don't—" "Stop defeating yourself." Rison scrambled to his feet and helped Jax to stand, then threw an arm around Jax's shoulders. "Look, here's a doctor. We'll ask her." "Ask me what?" said the doctor, juggling several datapads and a mug of caf while turning to regard the pair over the lenses of old-fashioned glasses. "I'm on my way to a meeting – perhaps I could direct you to someone more able to answer your questions?" "Actually," said Rison with a slight smile, "we were just wondering how one goes about checking out of the hospital." "Admin, second floor, room one-thirty-nine. Take the west turbolifts." To Jax's embarrassment, Rison bowed slightly. "You've been most kind. Thank you for your help." The doctor nodded curtly and continued on her way, her soft shoes making almost no sound on the duraplast floor tiles. "You see?" said Rison, turning back to Jax. "How effortless was that? Now, all we have to do is fill out forms and we'll have Nascha out in no time." Jax wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he heard Rison add, under his breath, "Not to mention, we won't get arrested because of some kid who thinks he's a holo hero." * * * * * Despite Rison's predictions that the check-out process would be quick and relatively painless, it took almost two hours for Jax to complete the necessary paperwork. Even then, the doctors refused to release Nascha without Jax's repeated assurances that he would bring her back directly if anything went wrong. Each member of the hospital staff regarded him with various degrees of wariness; each one, upon noting his age and choice of company, seemed to sigh and turn away with a little shrug of resignation. Or perhaps he was just imagining it – Jax had slept precious little and felt his eyelids beginning to droop as he helped Nascha into a hoverchair and pushed her toward his room. Jax only half-heard Rison say, "I'm going to have a shipmate of mine sleeping in my room tonight – he picked up some bad burns in the explosion." Nodding, he continued on with Nascha and left Rison to fend for himself. "How are you?" he asked, bending over Nascha. "Are you feeling all right?" "I'm fine," she murmured. "I'd be better if you'd quit asking every three seconds." Smiling ruefully, he said, "I'll stop." The grin faded and he tugged the chair to a stop. "But it's just…you scared me. You scared the hell out of me." She craned her neck and twisted to look up at him, and he continued, "Don't do that again, will you?" Nascha reached up to touch his cheek, to brush away an unwanted tear. A cheerful and sympathetic smile appeared on her face. "I won't. If you promise not to do anything rash and stupid, I'll promise not to get hurt again." Jax blushed a furious red and began to push her again. "I won't do anything stupid." A low chuckle emerged from the hoverchair. "Good. You're much more intelligent than you act at times. The way you shot vibroblades at that nurse, I thought you were going to try to break me out." More blood rushed to his face. "I wouldn't do something like that," he muttered. "And I think we might have to call off our impromptu engagement," she said as if she hadn't heard him. "You can think impulsively all you want. Just don't act impulsively and we should be all right." Coughing, Jax managed, "I'll keep that in mind." -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
talkingbanana Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 1/6/04 3:09pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<<
	YAY! Jax shot him a dirty look. "We're not getting married, blaster brains. We're just engaged." "Ah." A pause. "You know, that doesn't make a lot of sense." Suddenly, Jax remembered something. "Aren't you supposed to be in New Republic custody? I thought Security rounded all of the defectors up and detained them for questioning." "They did." Rison shrugged. "But they let us go after recording that we were all present. They didn't make a lot of sense either. Maybe you should join Security." LOL!!! That was beautiful. Keep up the great work! -----signature----- How? Myn/Lara one-shot, Betrayal, slight AU http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28175766/p1/?0 Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 1/7/04 6:54pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<< - Date Edited: 1/7/04 6:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thumper09
	I've got to agree with talkingbanana...the part about joining Security was great! "But how are you not entirely related?" Yeah, engagement is the only way I know of to answer that question. Even if he doesn't always think before he speaks, Jax can sure think quick on his feet. Her glare interrupted him more successfully than any words could have. Next to "joining Security," that was my favorite line in this section. It really drives an image home. Rison seems to have a good grounding effect on Jax. Good thing, too, otherwise Jax might have done something rash. Jax only half-heard Rison say, "I'm going to have a shipmate of mine sleeping in my room tonight – he picked up some bad burns in the explosion." I can't decide if this is a signpost for something big coming up later, or if it's a background detail. Hmm. I'll have to wait and see, I guess. Looking forward to more! -Katie Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel The Way--Imperial pilot OCs, OT: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28104637 OC X-wing fics: http://www.coronasquadron.com/corona.html
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
talkingbanana Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 12:19pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<<
	Friendly little UP, hoping to earn an update -----signature----- How? Myn/Lara one-shot, Betrayal, slight AU http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28175766/p1/?0 Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 1/13/04 11:21am Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<<
	Sorry I'm late. I've been caught up in the newsletter again. Thank goodness this is the last time. My three months will be up at the conclusion of this edition, and it'll be time for a new organizer to take over. Hey, Xaara, didn't I see in the New Year's Resolution thread that you wanted to do something in the newsletter ... ? Straightening, Rison asked, "We?" He shook his head vehemently. "Jax, I honestly don't think that's the best use of my time. Can't you see the headlines all over the HoloNet? Imperial Defector Captured While Attempting to Kidnap New Republic Librarian." LOL! Jax only half-heard Rison say, "I'm going to have a shipmate of mine sleeping in my room tonight – he picked up some bad burns in the explosion." Nodding, he continued on with Nascha and left Rison to fend for himself. Jax, Nascha, this burned shipmate ... why doesn't Rison kidna -- er -- persuade a doctor to come with them too? A low chuckle emerged from the hoverchair. "Good. You're much more intelligent than you act at times. The way you shot vibroblades at that nurse, I thought you were going to try to break me out." More blood rushed to his face. "I wouldn't do something like that," he muttered. Uh hunh ... Love the dialogue! Jax is so funny. I like Rison, too. Nice website, by the way. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Jaina_Solo_Durron Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 2/8/04 11:01pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<<
	LOL....great stuff, Xaara, had me rolling on the floor laughing. I could SO see how Jax feels, what with having slept >4 hours last night and endured school today....LOL -JSD -----signature----- Be nice to me, I might be your doctor someday.
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/16/04 7:21pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<<
	Update soon, please, Xaara? Pretty please with sugar on top? -Katie Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel The Way--Imperial pilot OCs, OT: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28104637 OC X-wing fics: http://www.coronasquadron.com/corona.html
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History
Xaara Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/12/04 2:16pm Subject: RE: Home In Time for Supper--Wraith Squadron/OC's>>updated 01/06<< - Date Edited: 5/19/04 9:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Xaara
	I've been horribly busy lately - between preparing for AP tests and editing the Fanfic Newsletter (points at Jane It's all her fault! ) I haven't really been able to keep up with this story. For now I'll have to settle for replies to your wonderful responses. Update ASAP, I promise. talkingbanana: Thank you for both the review and the up. (And I know I've already told you I love your username, but it's still true - I can't look at it without smiling. ) Thumper09: Jax is a character that doesn't always plan what he's going to do before he does it. It's endearing in a way and frustrating in another when I'm trying to write him and he does something utterly random. I can't decide if this is a signpost for something big coming up later, or if it's a background detail. You will indeed find out. And that's all I'm going to say, except, of course, thank you! Jane: Thanks. Rison should persuade a doctor to come along, shouldn't he? Well, I suppose whether or not he'll need one all depends on what happens overnight and over the course of the next day. The website was a little something I put together because I reasoned I should have some experience with web page design. Glad you liked it. JSD: I'm beginning to identify with my sleep-deprived characters as well. Oh, to rest peacefully for six hours in a day! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the next part, whenever that might appear. -----signature----- My Ramblings: http://www.livejournal.com/users/xaara/ My lil bro/sis: Flyboy_7/Wyn_Fel Wyomé, Handmaiden of the Crest
	~~Locked Topic~~ \| Active Topic Notification \| Private Message \| Post History

« 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 - Previous | Next | Reload

Jedi Council Forums » Fan Fiction » Classic Fan Fiction »