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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/22/05 6:10pm Subject: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Here is where you can post/read the responses to the POV Challenge. Below is a link to the Challenge thread in Resource. http://boards.theforce.net/Fan_Fiction_Resource/b10304/21262041/?0 Good luck! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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Kudzu Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/22/05 8:19pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread - Date Edited: 8/22/05 9:25pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Kudzu
	Title: How Typical Author: Kudzu Timeframe: Episode II Characters: C-3PO, R2-D2, Padmé Amidala, OCs Genre: Comedy/Adventure/Missing Scene Summary: How did C-3PO and R2-D2 manage to escape the Geonosian hive? A missing scene from Attack of the Clones. Disclaimer: Unofficial, unoriginal characters property of Lucasfilm, etc etc. Epigraph: "We're doomed!" - C-3PO, A New Hope C-3PO was an anxious protocol droid. He was also rather miffed. Most sentients, organic or mechanical, certainly wouldn’t appreciate being decapitated, having their head stuck on a battle droid’s torso, and then being Force-pushed by a Jedi Master who seemed to find the whole situation amusing. And then! And then Artoo had torn his head off and welded it back on to his body! He would need an oil bath after this. It was a good thing that C-3PO wasn’t programmed for violence, or he would have melted that infuriating little astro-droid into slag. It would have served him right, too. Getting them into trouble…would it never end? He made sure to be voicing all of this aloud as he stumbled through the maintenance tunnel with Artoo rolling alongside him urbanely. Unfortunately, the native species on this wretched dustball of a planet seemed to grow irritated with his protests. Artoo beeped wildly as three of the Geonosian soldier-drones flew straight at them, making strange noises as they outstretched their claws to tear them apart. “Oh!” Threepio cried, horrified. “Oh! Oh my!” With a disdainful blat, Artoo zapped one of them with his arc welder, prompting a shriek of outrage from the insectoid. He turned on the astromech, raking his talons across the droid’s domed surface. Artoo responded by blinding the creature with a stream of oil from one of his inner compartments; then he stuck his welder arm into its eye, igniting the oil. “I can’t bear to look,” Threepio moaned, turning away. He cried out in horror as the two remaining Geonosians began to assault him. Artoo beeped a suggestion that Threepio try negotiating with them. Anything for ideas, Threepio thought desperately. He held out his arms in a universal gesture of appeasement. He clicked out a request that he be allowed to pass in Geonosian. The insectoid warriors froze, glancing at one another hesitantly. The squat astromech droid added that he should try telling them that they were Separatist units, and Threepio gratefully complied. The Geonosians stepped aside. “That was close,” Threepio said at a lowered volume as they proceeded further down the tunnel. Artoo agreed, pivoting on one foot to avoid falling into a bottomless chasm as the two droids made their way across a narrow access bridge. The stupid little twerp then said that Threepio should have acted sooner, throwing in a few snide remarks as well. “You little buffoon!” Threepio fumed. “Of course I am programmed for etiquette and protocol. But generally, I have not had much experience with being attacked!” The stubbier droid said that he certainly had. “Of course you have,” said Threepio, annoyed right down to his cybernetic core. “You’re an astro-droid! You’re created to get shot at!” Artoo told Threepio then that the gray protocol droid was an utter imbecile, along with a few quite unmentionable other terms. “Well, really! You don’t have to be nearly so rude!” He did not respond, and for a while, the two droids proceeded in silence, exiting the tunnel and turning up to approach Mistress Padmé’s space yacht. “Why, Artoo,” Threepio gasped. “It’s not here! It’s gone!” And indeed, it wasn’t. The silver craft had mysteriously vanished. Threepio could make out a line of Geonosians heading away from where the ship had been, on above their heads they were bearing - “They took Mistress Padmé’s starship apart!” Threepio exclaimed. “How horrible! She’ll have us both disassembled for sure.” Artoo blatted a note of distinct disagreement. “Oh, switch off,” snapped Threepio irritably. What was he ever going to do? Mistress Padmé’s ship gone! War raging outside! And they were trapped on an enemy planet inside a hive factory full of people who would scrap them and use their remains as spare parts! “What are we going to do, Artoo?” he wailed. “We’re finished! There’ll be no escape for us!” His counterpart’s response was to quite impolitely request that Threepio deactivate himself and fall into a melting pit. “That’s not funny!” Threepio replied, quite distraught. “Now what?” Artoo suggested that they might try stealing one of the Geonosian ships. “Stealing?” Threepio gasped. “Stealing, Artoo? How could you even -” Artoo bleeped at him to be silent immediately. It was their only chance of getting out of here. “Oh, maybe you’re right, Artoo,” Threepio grumbled. “Well, lead the way then! Piece of junk,” he muttered disparagingly as they wandered away. They had gone quite a ways when they finally turned in to a hangar, and berthed there was a beautiful Geonosian air cruiser. “Oh, my!” cried the gray droid. “It’s wonderful, Artoo! Wonderful!” Artoo thanked his counterpart profusely, then rolled aboard unconcernedly, retracted the ramp as soon as Threepio had clambered up it, then jacked into the flight computers in the ship’s three-person cockpit. “Are you sure you know how to fly this thing, my obtuse little friend?” He was. The air cruiser lifted off the hangar bay floor and glided neatly out into the Geonosian afternoon. “How horrible!” the protocol droid commented as they soared around the hive and emerged straight into a war zone. Monstrous walker tanks fired upon hoop-wheeled missile droids, and gunships buzzed through the smoke-filled sky. Threepio’s photoreceptors flickered in abject terror as three of the gunships peeled off to intercept them, somehow mistaking them for an enemy craft. “Open a channel to them, Artoo!” he commanded, frozen to the spot in dazed horror. The astromech complied with an affirmative whistle, and Threepio began to frantically explain. “Hello! I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. I am Senator Amidala’s protocol droid, and she would be most displeased with you if I was damaged in any way.” “Do not deviate from your present course,” one of the gunship pilots warned. The three armed ships settled in around the air cruiser. “Oh, we will not, sir,” Threepio replied gratefully. “Thank you. Thank you!” * * * * * “Mistress Padmé!” Threepio cried as he disembarked the Geonosian starship to find the Naboo Senator waiting outside for him. “It’s so good to see you intact!” “I’m fine, Threepio,” she smiled. She turned to one of the armored pilots. “Thank you for bringing him back, Captain.” “It was our pleasure, ma’am,” said the pilot with a respectful bow. “However,” he added, turning to Threepio and Artoo, “these two droids will have to undergo debriefing.” “What!?” Threepio shrieked; Artoo was also beeping and chirping in protest. Mistress Padmé had an unpleasantly purposeful look on her face when he turned to her in desperation, and the helmeted pilot betrayed nothing behind his anonymous mask. “Oh,” he groaned. “How typical.” -----signature----- Super Golden Ewok™ Recipient It should be the right of every American to go out and get wasted the day they're told that they're being sent to war. Ron Paul for U.S. President 2008
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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/22/05 8:57pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	...that was great! Thanks, Kudzu! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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lazykbys_left Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 5:24am Subject: Bets (POV Challenge: Geonosis Arena) - Date Edited: 8/23/05 7:39am (3 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys_left
	Yep, that's Threepio, all right. Loved his insults. Nice vig, Kudzu. Here's my . . . well, it's not an entry for obvious reasons, so let's just call it a contribution to the POV Challenge. - lazy EDIT: Minor tweaks. Also, I just noticed I posted with my non-fic posting sock. Gah. Title: Bets Author: lazykbys Timeframe: AotC Characters: two Geonosian spectators Genre: Keywords: Summary: Two Geonosian spectators bet on the outcome of the public execution. Notes: This isn't the character I was given, but I couldn't write anything else until I exorcised it, so . . . Bets The Jedi stood quietly with his hands chained to the pillar, seemingly resigned to his fate. I wondered what was going through his head. From what I'd heard of the Jedi, it wasn't like them to give up. "What do you think?" I asked my friend Daran. "I say he's planning something." Daran laughed. "What can he do? He's chained and he can't fly. He'll be dead in ten seconds." Privately I agreed with him, but his know-it-all attitude irked me. "Don't be too sure. These are the first off-worlders we've had in the arena for a long time. I bet they'll make them die a slow death." "A bet, you say? Then what do you say to . . . a week's worth of wages?" I tried to keep the uncertainty out my face. Due to an unlucky streak, I was behind on my payments and couldn't afford to lose that much money. On the other hand, if I won . . . "It's a bet, then," I said. Daran nodded. "Done." We turned to watch as the two other prisoners were brought into the arena. Judging by the swellings on its thorax, the one in white was the female Senator. When I explained this to Daran, he snorted in derision. "A soft-skinned Senator? She won't last at all. I wouldn't be surprised if she faints when she sees the acklay." However, I saw a look in her eyes that I knew well. It said that she would give in to fate only when it suited her needs. I said, "Do you want to bet on that, Daran? Two days?" "Done." A loud roar filled the arena as our Archduke Poggle the Lesser appeared in his box. "Let the executions begin!" Then the beasts entered - the reek, the acklay, and the nexu - and the cheering, which had merely been loud, became deafening. Daran and I added our own shouts for the creatures, who snarled back in reply. I laughed out loud when the nexu, my favorite, knocked a picador down from his orray. It was going to be a fabulous execution. Before the creatures had reached their victims, the Senator started climbing the pillar she was chained to. Or rather, partially chained to - she had somehow managed to pick one of the locks. I said aside to Daran, "She climbs well for someone who's fainted, eh?" "Shut up." "Are you sure you don't want to rethink our other bet?" He shot me a look of disgust. "Two weeks, then. Unless you want to back down." Down in the arena, the acklay struck at the bearded Jedi - who ducked at the last moment, somehow making the acklay's claw sever the chain instead of putting a hole in his head. Soon afterwards the other Jedi leaped onto the reek's back. I gave Daran a smug look. "Two weeks, then. But I'll set the limit at ten mintues. I have to give you a chance, you know." His reply was a low growl. Mine was a throaty chuckle. His reply to that was lost in the cheers as the nexu slashed the Senator's back with its claws. "Ha!" Daran shouted, his anger at me forgotten for the moment. "Die, you wingless spy!" I wanted to keep watching the nexu, so I wouldn't miss the moment it killed the Senator. But my eyes were torn between it and the acklay, who was stabbing down repeatedly with its claws at the bearded Jedi. Because of this I almost missed seeing the Senator swing on her chain, kicking the nexu off the pillar. "Hey!" I shouted. "She can't do that!" "What's the matter?" Daran said. "Aren't you glad she's not fainting in terror?" "Daran. Shut up." There was a roar - whether it belonged to the beasts or the crowd was anybody's guess - as the acklay crashed into the pillar and toppled it. Somehow the bearded Jedi avoided being crushed by the pillar as it fell, and took advantage of the acklay's temporary dazzled state to take a spear from a picador. "Impressive," I heard Daran say with grudging admiration in his voice. "I didn't think a wingless human could do that." "Never mind that - look at that!" I pointed to where the other Jedi was riding the reek like it was an orray, using the chain on his shackles as a makeshift bridle. As I watched he charged the reek into the nexu, knocking it to the ground. On the other side of the arena, the bearded Jedi received jeers from the crowd as he threw his spear at the acklay's neck, wounding it - but not enough. The acklay pulled the spear out with its jaws and bit it into two pieces. "What do you think?" I asked Daran. "They might actually survive." "Maybe against the acklay and the others. But not against droidekas." I had to admit he had a point. Having started this public execution, there was no way the Archduke was going to let the spies win. I checked my chrono. It was just a minute more till the ten minutes of my bet with Daran were up. "How soon, do you suppose?" "I'd say . . . now," he said as the droidekas rolled into the arena. "A pity it's over so soon," I said. "Do you want to bet on who dies first? I say the Senator will." "No bet, then. So do I." "How about which Jedi, then?" Daran shrugged. "Why not? Three days' wages on the bearded one dying first." I nodded. "Done." And then the Jedi appeared with their lightsabers, and all bets were off. -----signature----- "You're like some kind of link machine." - rhonderoo It didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done. 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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/23/05 5:55am Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Wow! Two great responses already! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 7:10am Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Bravo Kudzu and Lazykbys_left Those were great -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 7:21am Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Great job, guys! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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Aiden_Sanic Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 4:44pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	YAY! I FINSHED! Title: I Exist to Serve Author: Aiden_Sanic Timeframe: Episode II, Geonosis Arena Genre: Action Characters: Super Battle Droid, and Jedi from the Arena Battle Notes: This is a response from the POINT OF VIEW Challenge #1 in which you have to write about a character's point of view about a certain scene. I am writing about a Super Battle Droids Point of View from the BAttle of Geonosis. ENJOY!!!!.......... I hope. P.S. If this response sounds a bit to mechanical, remember, it's from a droid's point of view. __________________________________________________________________________ MODEL: Super Battle Droid SERIAL NUMBER: NB-H24-228 PROGRAMER: Trade Federation ASSIGNMENT: Eliminate all the Jedi.....By any means necessary. Sand shifts past one's feet as one makes it's march, yet one cannot feel it. The rust-red sand and mud-brown sand flood one's vision, yet one cannot truley "see" it. One was not built with touch sensors, or organic eyes. Forearm cannons, wrists rockets, and dura-plate armor are some of one's features. One was built with the power to destroy, to lead with a dura-plate fist. To kill all who stand in one's way. One is a droid, a machine built to serve it's master in the best way it can. A droid has no life but the one it's master rules over. A droid cannot think for itself, nor can it feel itself, whether emotional or physical. A droid cannot run away from it's master, a droid cannot kill it's master. And above all, a droid cannot disobey it's master. Such an action is forbidden for any droid, be it oneself or another droid. If one had emotions, one would be sickened to even think of dis-obeying my masters. But one cannot feel emotions.... One cannot feel sick.... One cannot even think... There is no such thing as a "thinking" machine. One can only follow.... And Obey... _____________________________________________________________________ Battle of Geonosis: 0 minutes One. NB-H24-228. Marches outward into the grand circle of the Geonosis Arena, behind one marches hundreds of Battle Droids neatly organized into rows and columms. Beside one, marches other super-battle-droids like oneself, we lead our weaker droids into the chaos and carnage that was there for all our infared processors to "see". Around, beside, and above, were dozens of jedi knights of dozens of different species. Human, Twilek, Bothan, Cerrian, Torguta, and many others were leaping into the middle of the sun-bathed arena, their lightsabers twirling in their acrobatic dance. Around the sides of the arena, hundreds of battle droids ran into the middle, their blasters fireing into the ring of jedi knights. One fires one's forearm cannon into the cirle of jedi, they spin their lightsabers around in the way only an organic would and deflect one's fire with relative ease. It is said those who outnumber their enemies conquor easily. It was time to put that to the test. We run into the center of the circle, our lasers fire once more harshly in hope of succeeding in our assignment. Lightsabers cut my weaker counterparts into halves, and fours, and have more difficulty cutting down the super-battle-droid dura-plate. I hear an alien screech and position my body toward the sound as jedi and droids are killed and distroyed. An alien known as the Ackley is slaughtering jedi and droid alike. It was a spider-like creature with a unique alien war-cry. It cuts a jedi into two with one claw, and eliminates 5 of my weaker counter-parts in one strike. It was well adapt in killing. A blaster bolt strikes and delfects from one's armor at my lower back reigion, one positions one's body and see a jedi delfect blaster bolts coming from a battle-droid. The droid was ill-adapt in killing. One brings one's arm up and fire a wrist rocket with deadly aim, one's adjective is correct as the jedi exploded into flesh and disintegrated bone. One unleashes one's forearm blaster on jedi of all species as they delfect bolt after bolt back at oneself. The blaster fire merley deflects off and impacts the sand, turning it into glass. One marches like a wraith as jedi fall with blood on their robes as they are ripped to pieces by one's blaster fire. Literaly. One can never be too careful when eliminating jedi. A noise from a blaster pistol comes to one's hearing sensors. One looks up and sees a jedi fall from the balcony of the arena to the ground, it impacts my mechanical body and it's back snaps into two. One looks up into the balcony and sees a being in mandalorian armor twirling his blaster pistol and putting it back in it's holster. One shoots the jedi point-blank in the face to confirm it's death. More blood soaks my mechanical body as one marches away from the dead jedi and continues to kill and fire. ______________________________________________________________________________ This, is all one lives for. This, is what one is programed to do. The life of a droid is meant to serve it's purpose whatever that purpose may be. In one's case, the purpose is relativley simple. Kill. Serve. Obey.... _______________________________________________________________ Battle of Geonosis: 13 minutes, 22 seconds The tide of the battle turns to us. Around one, jedi continue to die and lose to us. The Reek has fallen to the mandalorian who killed the jedi minutes ago. He turns toward a jedi with dark skin and fires upon him. In a matter of 4.3336 seconds, his helmet flys from his neck and impacts the sand. The head also flys out of the helmet and impacts the sand 2.23 feet from the helmet. My sensors told one that a jedi was running towards me from behind, one bring one's arm to face behind me. A wrist rocket fires and one hears it's impact .89999 seconds later. Fire and flesh impact one's armor and fire engulfs one in a torrent of blazing inferno. One's infared processors are blind due to the intense heat, yet one can see two jedi peering into the blaze unsure of one's "death". The suprise is evident on their faces as one walks slowly out of the fire and unleash a storm of laser fire from one's forearm. One of the jedi die instantly due to the lack of reflexes, though the jedi did have .56643 seconds to react. One thought that was plenty of time, but one guesses not. The other jedi charges up to one and plunges her lightsaber into one's chest. More suprise is evident as one takes the lightsaber in both of one's hands and tosses it out of her grip into the sand. One's fist impacts and crushes her skull in as one's forearm fires another volley of shots into another jedi who tried to kill one from behind. The sound of death is heard .9928432 seconds later. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Battle of Geonosis: 33 minutes, 23 seconds The battle is nearly over. The odds have been good to one as I took 2.34 seconds to sum up a total of jedi deaths. Their were exactly 200 jedi at the begining of this battle. By the end of the battle, their were approximatley 16 left. One has killed 20 jedi altogether. It seems jedi are more ill-adapt at killing than one thought. They were slowly forming a defensive circle rather than an offensive group as one fired one's forearm cannon at a jedi who had a female human next to him. One of the female's blaster bolts impacted the joint to one's non-fire arm. Once again if one had emotions, they would form the emotion known as shocked at the female's excellent accuracy. 3 of the females bolts impacted the battle droid beside one's self. It convulsed for it's motor circuits were fryed by the blaster bolts. It had no more purpose, since it couldn't kill anymore, and one knocked it in the chest as it's head flew from it's body and one fired a savage volley of bolts. We had the jedi cornered into a very small circle now, and we look up at Count Dooku who made a gesture telling us to stop firing. We complied instantly. " Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of Recognition within the archives of the jedi order," the Count said. " Now, it is finished. Surrender, and your lives will be spared." The voice that came next belonged to the dark-skinned one who killed the mandalorian. " We will not be hostages to be barted Dooku," the dark-one said. " Then, I'm sorry old friend," Dooku pronounced as he made the hand gesture giving us permission to fire upon the jedi. Not a second passed by after that before the female human says, " Look!" One's forearm cannon lines up to shoot her head when a bolt of green fire destroyed 20 of my weaker counterparts. One looked up and one saw approximatley 5 gunships of unknown design. All of them were filled with white-armored beings of unknown origin. They fire upon us with machine-like aim, droids are destroyed and green laser fire rip 10's of droids to pieces in 4.2334 seconds. These gunships land on the sand and the armored ones leap out and fire instantly upon all battle droids in sight. The necks of Battle Droids are snapped into two as the excellent accuracy of the armored ones destroy them. These soldiers, are well adapt at killing. I should know..... As the jedi leap into the gunships, and they fly off away from sight. One had just enough time to see a large green plasma beam fire from one of the gunships turrets. The Green light cut through Droideka's, battle droids.... And Super-battle droids. The green light made it's way towards oneself, and as it passed one's body, the effects afterward took only .2291 seconds. The Dura-plate armor shed away in an instant, one's legs and torso exploded in an inferno brighter than those that my wrist rockets could. One's central processor blew apart in a firey blaze. And one's hearing, and sight...went away.... _____________________________________________________________________________________________ One is a droid. One "died" in the only way any droid was meant to "die". By following orders. I exist...or rather... existed... to serve. To follow. To obey..... END POST. -----signature----- Fan Fics http://boards.theforce.net/user.asp?usr=1202767 Diary Challenge Entries: Birds Eye View http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25923603/p1/?3 All The Emperors Men http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25888343/p1/?6
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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 6:04pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Very, very, good, Aiden! I liked how it had such accurate time, down to a thousandth of a second! Well done! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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lazykbys_left Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 6:47pm Subject: RE:POV Challenge Response Thread [Nice one, Aiden_Sanic!] - Date Edited: 8/23/05 6:51pm (1 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys_left
	Nice one (no pun intended), Aiden_Sanic! I liked the way you used the pronouns "one" and "I". Good job. - lazy -----signature----- "You're like some kind of link machine." - rhonderoo It didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done. DARK SIDE FHTAGN lazykbys fanfic index (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/23/05 7:28pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Title: Shoot Her! Character: Nute Gunray ~~~ Today is the greatest day I've had in ten years. Today is the day Padme Amidala will die. I have been wanting her dead since she foiled my invasion. I hate her. I hired Jango Fett to kill her and he failed. Luck has brought her here. Count Dooku told me that she would be joining the Jedi in the executions. Music to my ears. There is another Jedi with her, but the Count assured me that he was no bother. She is being brought out now. I can see how roughly she is handled. Good. She is being chained up. I hope it hurts. She is climbing up the pillar now. She can't escape. The nexu will kill her. I see her somehow remove a handcuff. The nexu jumps up and slashes her back. Her scream is music to my ears! I can see blood. Good! Bleed! What?! She is hitting the nexu with a chain! She can't do that! I told Jango to kill her, but Dooku intervened. I watch in disgust as Amidala, and the two Jedi ride on the reek. Droids have come. Suddenly, a snap-hiss comes from beside me. It's Mace Windu! I didn't catch what he said. I watch as other Jedi appear. We are doomed! Dooku and the others think our droid armies will take care of them. My army was taken down by a bunch of idiotic Gungans and a nine-year old! These Jedi cannot be underestimated. I watch as she shoots down droids. If only Jango had killed her! Where is he, anyway? I search for him. There! He is shooting at Windu. Windu blocks each shot. Oh my stars! Windu just chopped off his head! Its a blur. I can finally focus when everyone is herded to the center. Dooku is talking. Suddenly, she yells for everyone to look. Troops rain down. I turn to Dooku, "I'm getting out of here!" I run as fast as I can. I have to leave before more help arrives. If only he had shoot her! ~~~ -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/23/05 7:35pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Great job, FelsGoddess! You really got Nute's cowardice down good! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/23/05 8:47pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Thanks! -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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lazykbys Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/24/05 9:03am Subject: Memories (POV Challenge Response #6 - Anakin Skywalker) - Date Edited: 8/24/05 8:12pm (1 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys
	It is 1:00am as I type this post. I have been giggling maniacally for the past two hours. If this doesn't fit the rules of the challenge, just tell me and I'll see about writing a proper response. Until then . . . - lazy Title: Memories Author: lazykbys Timeframe: at least 10,000 years after ANH Characters: "Anakin Skywalker", OCs Genre: Keywords: Summary: A resurrected Anakin struggles with his memories. Notes: This is POV #6, Anakin Skywalker . . . although I think I stretched the rules to the breaking point with this one. :-S Memories The feeling of disorientation when I woke up was all I needed to know that more memories had been added to my past. While I waited for the dizziness to go away, I wondered if this sensation was universal, or if I was the only one who felt this way due to my unique nature. As far as the astrozoologists knew, I was the only sentient organism in this galaxy. All the others were destroyed in a galactic cataclysm ages ago. Perhaps in time a new race will evolve, but until then I was alone. "Good morning," a disembodied voice said. "How do you feel, Anakin?" As always after a memory dump, it took me a while to realize that was my name. Anakin Skywalker. I repeated it several times in my head until it felt right and smiled. "I feel fine, Nan. Thank you. And you?" "I am functional," Nan replied. "You feel no dizziness, no nausea? Do you know who you are and where you are?" "Of course. I am Anakin Skywalker, the last of my kind. And I am" - trapped inside a droid ship with nowhere to go - "on board Theta Station orbiting Tatooine." Something - I don't know what - told me I was wrong about the last part. There was a subtle change in gravity, or maybe it was the filtered light from a nearby star. Of course, I realized. The planet below has something to do with my new memories. Which means this must be . . . "Geonosis." "Correct," Nan said approvingly. "We will land in one standard hour." I nodded. "I'll be ready." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Is everything proceeding as planned? "Yes. Perhaps even faster than we expected." Explain. "He knew where we were before being told." Deductions from previous experience and newly integrated memories? "It is possible." Could it be the Force? "That is also a possibility. There is insufficient data for a positive confirmation." Understood. You may continue as planned. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The shuttlecraft detached from the main ship and glided down to the surface with the smallest of tremors. I felt oddly disappointed at this, as if I wanted a rough flight. One thing I knew for sure about myself - or rather, the original mind from which my memories had been copied - was that I was a skilled pilot who loved to fly. Even though it was hard for me to feel the emotions attached to my downloaded memories, I felt a sense of joy whenever I was at the controls of a fast-moving vehicle. However, this time there was something else - a sense of foreboding shadowing my joy. "Master Obi-Wan," I whispered under my breath. Then I stopped to wonder why the words had escaped my lips. I searched my new memories for a clue, but the only thing I could find was the short exchange we'd had just before parting on Coruscant. Nothing had been said about Geonosis, and yet I couldn't shake the notion that he was here . . . and in trouble. "Is something wrong, Anakin?" I turned my head toward the humanoid extension Nan "wore" whenever we went planetside. This time it had been shaped into a young female human: Padmé Naberrie. Her only purpose was to be there, in hopes of triggering memories that I could not access directly. I had been told that organic memories are holographic in nature, that each part holds information on the whole. This means that, even if large portions are missing, it should be possible to reconstruct it with the right stimulus. I looked at Nan - no, Padmé - once more before landing the shuttle. I knew intellectually that I was in love with her. But other than a faint attachment, I felt nothing towards her. "No, Padmé. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." For a moment it looked as though she was going to argue the point. Or maybe she was just processing possible replies. When she finally spoke, it wasn't at all what I expected. She said, "See those columns of steam straight ahead? They're exhaust vents of some kind." "That'll do," I replied, and guided the shuttle down. When the heavy door opened, it was too dark inside to see the bodies lining the walls. I remembered they were there, though, and while I pretended to be surprised when they started moving in on us, I must admit I was waiting the whole time. I felt no guilt as my lightsaber cleaved the Geonosian in two. Like Nan, he was just an extension of the droid mind that controlled this planet. Destroying this body would only do as much harm as cutting a finger off of my hand, maybe even less. I also felt comfortable knowing that my original had felt no guilt, either. He had been a Jedi on a mission, and his kills had been in self-defense. There was something else, though, some frustration at only being able to react to the situation at hand. I knew the feeling all too well. It was like having an invisible chain at my neck, holding me back from doing the things I knew I was capable of. I wanted to fly free, to do more than just absorb memories of someone who had died ages past. Just as he wanted to claim the responsibilities of being a full Jedi Knight. Maybe this was why I defended myself and "Padmé" with more enthusiasm than necessary. And perhaps this was why, when I went through the door into the automated factory, my heart nearly skipped a beat as the sight overwhelmed me. All this had been constructed so that Anakin Skywalker would be whole again. But although he and I shared the same name and many of the same memories - his memories - he and I were different individuals. The door shut behind me and the ramp started retracting beneath my feet. I heard Nan/Padmé cry out as she fell, but I could not bring myself to shout her name. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There is a problem. "Yes. He is diverging from the recorded past." An independent mind is emerging? "That is my assessment." Increase the pressure. Anakin Skywalker must be awakened. "It will be done." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "I'm not afraid to die," she said. "I've been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life." "What are you talking about?" I asked her. It took longer than it should have to remember that she was acting out her role as Padmé. "I love you," she said. But I didn't know who I was. I had figured out long ago that my body was just a clone and that my memories were little more than a high-resolution recording. I had spent my entire life reliving my original's life, speaking my lines as though I were an actor in a holodrama. "You love me?" I said incredulously. Her words were just as much a sham as mine were, yet I felt my heart pounding inside my chest. She loved me, a voice whispered at the back of my mind. And I loved her. But it could never be. "I though we decided not to fall in love," I heard myself say. "That we would be forced to live a lie. That it would destroy our lives." "I think our lives are about to be destroyed anyway," she said. "I truly, deeply love you . . ." And just when I thought I had lost it all, I found I had everything I ever wanted. And so I wanted more . . . Our lips touched. It seemed to last forever, and when we parted it felt like it was over too soon. In that moment, I was breathing her scent, the perfume of sweat and fear and courage. It was something a droid could never produce, and yet I had definitely smelled something. I looked over to where another figure was chained to a pillar. It was a construct made to look like Obi-Wan. My Master. "I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten my message," he said. He was always looking for ways to find fault with me. The droids never approved of my ideas to awaken the memories that had to be lying dormant inside my brain. "I retransmitted it as you requested, Master," I said. "Then we decided to come and rescue you." I tried to please him. But it was never enough. No matter what I did, he expected more. I tried my best to remember for them. But the more I did, the more they wanted. And since they wanted to know things not included in the downloads, I had to make things up - "Good job." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are pushing him too fast! His mind is fragmenting! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was in the cockpit of my podracer. I was gaining on Sebulba. I knew I would win. I was in the seat of a speeder bike. I knew my mother was still alive. She had to be. I was in the gunship with Obi-Wan and Padmé. I knew we were going to win the battle, although whether this was confidence or hindsight was beyond my reckoning. My mother embraced me. I held her in my arms as she died. I saw Padmé tumble down from the gunship. I saw her looking at me in fear of what I was becoming. I saw my daughter give me a look of pure hatred at what I was. I saw my son face death so that he would not go down the path I had chosen. And I felt his eyes bore into me, into the depths of my soul, searching for the spark of humanity that he was confident still remained. For the man I was. And who I could have been. For Anakin Skywalker, who emerged from the ashes reborn . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It is done? "It is done." Where is he? "He has left. Like all the others." Good. "I have a question." Yes? "Has the will of the Force been reawakened?" Not yet. But it will be. -----signature----- I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism you can give me. Please feel free to PM me with your comments. . by the same author (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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jedi_master326 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/24/05 1:16pm Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Great job, Lazy! That was very, very unique! -----signature----- For I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18
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correllian_ale Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/25/05 9:14am Subject: RE: POV Challenge Response Thread
	Title: The Valley of Death Author(s): correllian_ale Timeframe: AOTC, The Battle of Geonosis Characters: Barriss Offee main character Genre: AOTC vignette Keywords: AOTC, Barriss Offee, and Geonosis Summary: a steadfast learner in the jedi order, Barriss Offee is about to see the reasoning behind the temple’s vigorous lessons. Notes: This is a response to the first ever POV challenge! (is it the first ever?) The jedi transport escorted through the asteroid field by two Jedi starfighters; closed in on its destination. Padawan Barriss Offee looked around at her fellow jedi padawans, all of whom were brimming with excitement, and nervousness. To the rear of the large cabin, the many masters conferred on what they expected to find on the little known planet of Geonosis. Most of the padawans had chatted excitedly, trying in vain to regain the composure of day to day life in the Jedi Temple. Barriss, who tended to be more reserved, tried not to be caught up in the zeal of ‘making history’ mentality. They all had been sternly instructed by Masters Windu and Shaak Ti during the flight through hyperspace to flow with the force as they had been taught. Try not to remember the lessons they had been taught, for they were strong padawans, the knowledge they have received over the years will flow easily in the stream of the force; they told them. Be prepared for battle or, but be prepared for nothing eventful also. Do not expect to battle with any of the Trade Federation’s droid armies; for that may not even happen. “What if there’s a battle?” “So many jedi just to rescue a few?” “Do you think there will be a battle?” Padawan Offee tried her best to shut out the nervous excitement flowing through out the force. She watched all that was going on, but let her emotions calm, to almost a state of meditation. Her master, Unduli Luminara sat down quietly next to her. Serenity flowed from her forming a warm blanket around her padawan. “I’m glad to see you haven’t been drawn in by the anticipation,” spoke Master Luminara in a low tone, so as not to offend the others around them. “I can’t say that I blame them master,” Barriss replied sardonically, “Only Masters such as yourself get to see combat. I’d say it’s a rare treat for those who constantly practice their lightsaber technique, instead of meditating.” “Be mindful of what’s in motion Barriss, who ever attacked Master Kenobi on Geonosis while he was messaging the council did not care if the Jedi became aware.” Barriss nodded as she contemplated her master’s words. “Do you think he’s with him?” “Who, Anakin?” her master looked at her suspiciously, “Why do you ask?” Barriss just chuckled at her master’s presumption, “Because as far back as I can remember; anytime Master Obi-Wan found trouble, it was when Anakin was with him.” “Trust me when I say that Obi-Wan Kenobi has been finding trouble long before Anakin Skywalker. Besides, his padawan has been assigned to bodyguard the young senator from Naboo, he’s nowhere near Geonosis. ” “We’ll be landing on Geonosis momentarily,” announced Master Windu, using the force to add emphasis and projection to his voice, “No defenses have been brought against us, but that can not discount that we will not meet opposition on the surface. Be cautious, and leave confronting Dooku to the council members.” The craft landed uneventfully, near a large structure almost as large as the Senate Building on Coruscant, but without a crown, leaving the building open to the sky. Mace Windu exited the craft first, to searching for any resistance, and scouting for the possibility of a trap. From the air, the ship had received readings that the arena like structure, made of local bedrock but similar to an insect hive, currently held a large populace of life forms that had been detected congregating within. The council members had conferred and determined it the best place to start for their search for Obi-Wan. Barriss Offee stood watch from top of the boarding ramp along with the Zabrak jedi; Agen Kolar; whose eyes were moving back and forth across the surrounding desert, watching for any possible hostility. Barriss kept watch on Master Windu, confident he didn’t need it; but forced herself to remain steadfast in her duty. The Force was alive with expectation and malevolence; which seemed to spike with every roar, and subsequent pulsating drum beat, from within the enormous stadium. Ever mindful of her master’s teachings, Padawan Offee tried to calm her unease by calming her emotions, and flowing into the force. She attempted to inhale deeply as part of the method, but was soured by the hot and dusty air of Geonosis. As instructed, when Master Windu reached an opening of the building, Barriss began a slow count to ten before choosing a separate opening, in the arena, and motioned for two other jedi to disembark and dash to the next entrance. Master Windu sent a nudge of assurance in the force, indicating he had yet to meet any resistance, but for the following jedi to remain ready. Barriss turned to her master, “What if it’s a trap?” “Do you sense anything padawan?” “Outside of the massive sense of wickedness, no. But it doesn’t feel right. If Count Dooku is here, wouldn’t he have sensed a large group of jedi as soon as we entered the system?” “He may not even be here padawan, but be assured, if he is here, Master Windu will find him.” Master Luminara sent her a wave confidence through the force as she quietly traveled alongside Shaak Ti, to the next point of entry. A middle-aged human jedi directed Barriss and Agen to follow suit. As they stole across the wasteland, she glanced curiously at the jedi with her. Agen Kolar was a well respected jedi knight, but Barriss couldn’t help but feel a little bothered by the pairing. Why hadn’t she been allowed to stay with her master? For that matter, why was Kolar’s padawan, Tan Yuster, not by his side? Was this mission to be part of their Trials? Barriss wondered to herself. ************************ As they traveled through the dark passageways, Barriss felt a peak in the force, something dark and foreboding. She turned to Agen, who nodded that he had felt it also. The building rocked from the thunderous applause that could be heard from the coliseum’s assembly area. They passed many ominous locked iron doors, in the tunnels, all of which caused a warning in the force, for Barriss. Silently she slid into position with her back turned to Agen’s, making sure there were no nasty surprises waiting to be released. The two jedi approached the ending of the passageway, which opened to a large area of open ground. Mace Windu contacted them silently through the force, imploring that they not engage until he gave the signal. The shrieks of cruel joy coming from the native insecticide beings gathered was deafening, along with the howls and roars of beasts from the arena floor. As she peered from far back of the tunnel, Barriss focused her eyes to the outdoor light, which seemed blinding compared to the darkness of the tunnel. There several Geonosian bodies strewn about, along with that of a large feline-like creature. “A valley of death,” thought Barriss sadly. A large insect like predator, Barriss was unfamiliar with circled about a beast of burden, being ridden by three humans. One of the beings was Master Obi-Wan; along with a young female, and another male. I knew it! Barriss recognized Anakin Skywalker’s profile, and the young senator he was assigned to protect. I hope this isn’t his idea of keeping her safe! Agen grinned at her, as if he had read her thoughts. A warning in the force encouraged the two jedi to near as close to the tunnel exit as possible without being seen. From one of the many tunnels surrounding the assembly, an unfamiliar, yet unsettling sound produced several wheel-like machines, surrounding the beast and its riders. “Droidekas!” whispered Kolar, a hint of alarm in his voice. The Trade Federation’s most feared combatant uncoiled, armaments at ready to terminate the prisoners. Padawan Barriss Offee nodded to the senior ranking jedi, as they both felt Master Windu’s signal to engage through the force. Barriss silently thanked the force when the populace dispersed as the multitude of jedi entered the arena, lightsabers drawn. Perhaps there would be no more blood shed today, only the unpleasantness of ‘aggressive negotiations’. She sensed that tensions were extremely high in the force, but she was confident that the council’s masters could still find a nonviolent resolution. Then Hell was unleashed… Somehow in that moment, Barriss was reminded of an historical-holo she had seen as a youngling. It was the phrase the narrator had used to describe the commencement of an ancient battle, between good and evil. FIN? I was going to make this a two-parter, but now I'm not sure... -----signature----- Consider this my "throw back" jersey... I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same.
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