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Jag-Fel Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 1/10/04 10:25am Subject: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - Jaina, Jag, Kyp, all - post-NJO (UPDATED 12/04!! - Anakin?) - Date Edited: 12/4/04 3:50pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Jag-Fel
	Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude Author: Jag-Fel Genre: Action-Angst-Romance Major characters: Jagged Fel, Jaina Solo, Kyp Durron, Jace Halycron (OC), Minor characters: Soontir and Syal Fel, Han and Leia Organa Solo, Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker, and other regulars. Era/setting: Post-NJO, AU. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters or other stuff you recognize. Notes: This is my first attempt at a full-fiction. I consolidated ideas into what she be a well-planned full-length fic. I hope everyone enjoys it. * * * * The Yuuzhan Vong War was over. Months had passed since Nas Choka surrendered the warrior caste on Supreme Commander Traest Kre’fey’s command cruiser Ralroost above Coruscant. The few remaining warriors in the Known Regions were working with the Galactic Alliance mop-up fleets to crush the Yuuzhan Vong resistance that still grimly held many systems. Twin Suns squadron was assigned to follow General Jace Halycron’s Fourth Fleet to Wayland. A Yuuzhan Vong flotilla had garrisoned itself on the former hidden planet of Palpatine, both among the warships in orbit and entrenched on the planet itself. Mount Tantiss had been cleared out and converted into a sprawling Yuuzhan Vong headquarters facility. Where a minuscule town had sprawled at the mountain’s base, shaper damuteks spread for kilometers. Snug in his clawcraft, Jagged Fel stretched with a black gloved hand to toggle his Heads Up Display to confirm the time until arrival at Wayland. In the back of his mind, the realization that he didn’t have to be here, that Colonel Jagged Fel was now a diplomatic liaison between the Galactic Alliance and Chiss Expeditionary Defense Force, not a fighter pilot. I will always be a fighter pilot before a diplomat, Jag thought lightly, resting a steady hand on the hyperspace deceleration lever. The countdown clock tallied down from ten… nine… eight… Five… Jag closed his eyes, centering himself. Right now, he imaged, the Jedi on Kre’fey’s capital ships and among the starfighter squadrons would be permeating themselves with the Force. Jag, as without the Force as a rock, steeled himself with the discipline drilled into him since childhood. Two… One… Jag eased back on the deceleration lever, watching the motley blue-green of hyperspace slow into elongated streaks of stars, and finally into a diamond-specked background with a planetoid sitting in the center of his viewport. He named the tactical channels one through four; squadron, flight, fleet, and Jaina. Tactical channel two lit up suddenly, seconds after leaving hyperspace. “Alright, Twins, this is Goddess. Prepare to break into shield trios, and engage the enemy. The war is over, but the battle isn’t won yet. Don’t get sloppy, guys.” Jaina Solo’s voice was a sound that Jagged Fel could identify under any circumstances. The pair of star destroyers – transponders identifying them as Unconditional Surrender and Renegade - following the advance element of starfighters was surrounded by three carrack cruisers, one between and one on either side; one lancer frigate named Cold Dead; several smaller picket cruisers; and a single Bothan Assault Cruiser under the command of some relative of Supreme Commander Kre’fey named Epiphany. The advance element of starfighters and picket ships accelerated ahead of the heavier cruisers when the entire fleet was addressed. “Alliance Forces, General Halycron. Welcome to Wayland, home of another renegade enemy fleet. Stand by to deploy, knock them dead and haul ass back out. Engage at will, all squadrons. Move the advance element against their closest formations. Halycron, out.” Jag settled his clawcraft ahead of Jaina and Kyp’s X-wings. Their shared shield reinforced by the Force meld Jag knew was being shared by the two Jedi behind him, he eased the throttle forward, coaxing more speed out of the swift Chiss snubfighter. The X-wings accelerated to match the more nimble clawcraft, and each fighter began to draw beads on the daunting coralskipper swarm. The Yuuzhan Vong fighters were coming into range, and greeted the advance element fighters with an erupting salvo of molten lava. The Chiss pilot jinks his fighter around to evade the wave, the X-wings in his wake skip around a four-meter area to elude fire. The HUD began to notify Jagged Fel of an impending lock, so he switch his lasers over to stutter-fire. The coralskippers closed in range, and Jag hauled back on his clawcraft’s flight yoke, throwing him into a heart wrenching climb with a trail of lava in his wake. The X-wings he uncovered by the climb answered the skips with a barrage of laser fire. Several coralskippers were vaporized by the resulting group and cross fire from the squadrons upon squadrons of Alliance fighters and fellow skips as the Yammosk was momentarily confused by the unconventional tactic employed by the lead Alliance pilot. “Watch yourself, Moon Three!” “Lead, standby.” “I can’t sha-“ “Dael, hard to port! Your compensator can’t handle those gravity forces!” Staring out the viewport of the Renegade, General Jace Halycron fingered his goatee thoughtfully. The battle was going well. Well enough, he supposed. The fighters were experiencing low losses, despite the overwhelming fire of superior numbers of coralskippers. Sounds of battle and garbled voices transmitted through the small speaker on his command chair. Ignoring etiquette, Jace loosened his uniform collar and stood. “Captain Lenyn,” he addressed the Renegade’s captain. “Get me a feed to Unconditional Surrender.” “Aye, sir,” Lenyn saluted, and sauntered over to the communications console. A moment later, the balding captain nodded to his commanding officer. “Feed established, General.” The planet was slowly growing to dominate the viewport of each Alliance pilot as the coralskippers were pushed back to their massing point. Twin Suns squadron lead the charge, trailed by X-wings, E-wings, TIE Defenders, and several scores worth of picket ships. Jaina switched her tactical communication to Twin Suns squadron’s channel. “Alright, Twins, let’s round up the skips and let General Halycron mop up the big boys. Stay clear of the mass singularities near the planetary orbit.” She changed the channel to flight, then blocked Kyp. “Be careful, Jag.” “You, too, Jaina. No heroics today,” followed the reply. Smiling inwardly, Jaina waited for the Alliance heavy warships to engage the Yuuzhan Vong fleet. Renegade moved ahead of the other cruisers, and lashed out at a matalok command cruiser, green turbolasers lancing from the flat black Star Destroyer. The engagement was well underway by the time Unconditional Surrender joined in the assault of the matalok. Starfighters had broken into flights and were engaging at will. Jaina loosely followed Jag and Kyp, keeping a close watch on both pilots. Kyp was expertly jinking in and out of the fire from a pair of trailing coralskippers, using their hostile fire to confuse the singularities of the skip he followed. The Jedi Master keyed his stutter-fire trigger and laced the skip full of laser fire before the organic fighter vaporized in a flash of superheated coral fragments. Jag was intently racing toward the planet proper, trailing a pair of fleeing skips. A moment later, the bridge of the Renegade was alive with chaos. The Star Destroyer’s sensor officer informed Halycron that Yuuzhan Vong reinforcements had arrived, with a force more than enough to reduce their force to flotsam. Jace blinked wearily, “You’re kidding, right? Tell me you’re kidding and there’s no new fleet.” “I am sorry, sir, but that just isn’t the case. Sensors indicate that there is a Kor Chokk grand cruiser among the new force.” The senior officer sank into his command chair and covered his face with a gloved hand. “Sound a general retreat. Call for all fighters to regroup and rendezvous with their respective carriers. Get us out of this Force-forsaken hellhole, Helm.” All craft retreat, repeat, all craft fall back to their carriers and standby for tactical withdraw. The Goddess part of Jaina Solo drove her to pursue her enemies further, but the sigh of a terrible bulk of yorik coral rounding the moon side of Wayland advised her to follow the Jedi part. Like it or not, the Yuuzhan Vong were far too entrenched here to be defeated in this engagement. “You heard the General, all squadrons withdraw to rendezvous and prepare to withdrawal,” Jaina resigned. Starfighters began to decelerate and flee in the opposite direction, Jaina falling in the rear to make sure her pilots returned safely. She checked her HUD for her pilots, and counted all living except for one that seemed unable to flee the combat area. Jaina. Recognizing her name, Jaina blinked and searched for the source of the voice. JAINA! A moment later, the blip representing Twins Two winked out. Watching the battle feed from his command chair, Jace Halycron covered his eyes again. He watched uneasily as two X-wings turned from the general retreat and returned to the action. “General, if we don’t do something, we’ll lose two more pilots. The Goddess among them,” Lenyn admitted from Jace’s side. The senior officer remained quiet still. His eyes scanned the live feed, the frown dominating the visible lower portion of his face was the only sign of life. “Captain, order Unconditional Surrender to finish the retreat. All fighters are to rally with the other Destroyer and cram into her hold. All remaining fighters are to enter Renegade’s hold with due haste,” Halycron ordered, rising to his imposing height. “Tell them to jump without us, we’ll join them at the Rally Point when we’re done.” Lenyn nodded, and left to perform the task appointed to him. “Ready the tractor beams,” Jace muttered to a lieutenant in the crew pit. Jaina blinked back tears that threatened to flow even before she could verify the loss. “Jag?” Holding off her wing, Kyp gulped silently, knowing what Jaina was refusing to admit. “Jaina, you saw it, too. Jag is gone.” “Twins Two – Jag Fel – come in,” Jaina murmured. When the Chiss pilot’s voice didn’t return, Jaina felt a vibroblade twist in her stomach. The feeling of Anakin’s death paled to the knife wound in her torso. Jaina’s eyes searched both her display and viewport, both showing no signs of Jag. She reached out with the Force and felt nothing. The following scream broke time and space, garbling the comm channel and nearly driving Kyp unconscious from the sheer force of pain. Her X-wing began to dive further into the former combat zone, but Kyp’s gentle touch and the tractor beam securing both fighters prevented her from dying alongside the Chiss pilot. * * * * I hope you all like it. I'm already working on the next vignette in the Through Your Eyes series, and have started the next post for this one. I'll have both up as soon as possible. Links are in my sig. -----signature----- If you're a fire, be content to burn, If you're the wind, be content to gust, If you're water, be content to flow, But never accept complacency as a way of life.
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JAGSGURL15 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 1/10/04 10:45am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	OMG!! u KILLED MY BABY!!NOOOOO NOO how could u... UPPS i lovey it -----signature----- Mush Queen of TKL's LOMIN ALE WRAITHS Living In DE'NILE i <3 JJ REDICK ~&NY YANKEES&~ (((DUKE BLUE DEVILS)))
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Jag-Fel Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 1/10/04 10:10pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Uppers. //Goes back to work on new posts... -----signature----- If you're a fire, be content to burn, If you're the wind, be content to gust, If you're water, be content to flow, But never accept complacency as a way of life.
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 1/11/04 5:48am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Nice job You "killed" Jag Poor Jaina More soon -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 1/11/04 8:47am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	That was awesome! But... you just killed off Jag! How could you! A new postie soon = good!
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Eowyn_Jade Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 1/11/04 1:23pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	wow..intense first post [face_shocked] more soon please! EJ -----signature----- "You guys are like ravenous wolves." -Devin ~ Defying Gravity ~
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Jace_Halycron Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 1/11/04 7:52pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO - Date Edited: 1/11/04 7:53pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jace_Halycron
	(no message) -----signature----- Mr. Shifting Loyalties himself. Sounds a hell of alot better than "Captain Defection." --- "Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning." - Erwin Rommel e-owner of Thok and GrandAdmiralJello
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Jag-Fel Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 1/11/04 7:54pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO - Date Edited: 1/11/04 7:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jag-Fel
	Here's the next post... despite low replies. If you're lurking, please post something, even if its just a 'hello' or something. Anything and everything is appreciated. So is speculation! Anything! I want at least another page before the third post. Fourth Fleet was safely orbiting Denon a day later. Both Star Destroyers leaked atmosphere from sections still being closed off, and Cold Dead had been reduced to a drift hulk, limped to the capitol by tractor beams. General Halycron was meeting with Supreme Commander Kre’fey when Kyp Durron finally mustered the courage to seek Jaina Solo out. Her grief was nearly overwhelming for both Kyp and Jacen Solo, her twin brother. Kyp was afraid to even think about the pain Jacen must be experiencing through his twin bond with Jaina. The pain Jacen is feeling? What about the pain Jaina is feeling from the loss of Jag! Kyp scolded himself. Not wanting to get on the bad side of Jaina’s father for not informing him about his daughter’s grief over Jag Fel’s passing, Kyp had spoken with the elder Solo and his wife as soon as Fourth Fleet had returned to the capitol. Han had seemed impartial toward the loss, but Kyp attributed the impartiality to whole focus on Jaina’s condition. Leia, on the other hand, had been gravely stricken to learn of the young colonel’s passing. Catwalks and causeways formed the passage to the building oddly resembling Calicour Heights on Coruscant that Jaina Solo called home. As Kyp made his way through levels of durasteel and permacrete, he couldn’t help but remark on Denon’s similarities to the old New Republic capitol buried underneath a year’s worth of Yuuzhan Vong terraforming. Unwilling to let Jaina know he was coming until she couldn’t turn him away, Kyp concealed his essence within the Force until he stood outside Jaina Solo’s door. He cued the door comm, announcing his presence to the apartment. There was no answer at the door, but Kyp Durron felt a brush over his conscious as Jaina obviously felt him out from within. “Jaina, just open the door. I am not going to leave.” He felt a noticeable sigh come through Jaina’s end of their Force bond, and she appeared at the door a moment later. Her eyes were red-rimmed and Kyp could see each tear line that had fallen down her face over the last few days. “Have you not left home since we got back?” Kyp asked quietly. Jaina spun on her heel, and disappeared back into the room. “No, ‘something you want, Durron?” Now it was Kyp’s turn to sigh, but he entered through the open door. Holos of Jag dotted the room, some of which were turned over on their faces to hide the piercing green eyes that had been haunting Jaina as of late. Kyp followed her into the dark house. “Are you alright, Jaina? It’s been a week.” “I am fine, Kyp,” her voice crooned from a chair, her form hidden by the darkness. He searched the room for light controls and illuminated the room enough so they could make each other out. Jaina looked better than his earlier summary had indicated, and Kyp felt surprised by how badly he had read her. The meeting with Supreme Commander Kre’fey had gone as well as it could, in Jace Halycron’s opinion. He couldn’t, however, comprehend the derivation of the Bothan admiral’s displeasure. During the debriefing, Kre’fey seemed to jump on anything that went wrong, and turn it against Jace. Even the appearance of the Kor Chokk had been attributed to the general’s ‘incompetence of command’. The admiral was obviously out for blood, and Jace was afraid to think of why. Now, ignoring the furry little vrelt’s outburst, General Halycron was landing his airskimmer on the roof of the Solos’ apartment complex. Han Solo was waiting for the younger general when Jace climbed out of the skimmer. “Heard you had some excitement out around Wayland space, Halycron.” A chilling breeze whisked across the landing pad, prompting Jace to draw his cloak tighter. “I’m ‘fraid it was a little bit more than your average Yuuzhan Vong militia group,” he moved closer to Han, and spoke quietly. “There’s a Kor Chokk out there, Han.” Jace’s senior by nearly a decade, Han stepped back. “Surely you’re kidding.” The wind tugged at the tails of Halycron’s coat, exposing his black armored torso and weapon belt. “Not in the least, old buddy.” Han surmised that Jace Halycron was planning something in that devious, former Imperial Intelligence head of his, but ignored that ‘pleasantry’ when Jace spoke again. “Say, Han, have you spoken to Jaina since she got back from Wayland?” “Yeah, Leia and I stopped by to visit for a while after Durron told us the news. I can’t believe the Fel kid didn’t come back. Jaina’s traumatized.” Sinking gloved hands into the side pockets of his long coat, Jace frowned. “I did everything I could to prevent it…” Pressing forward to wipe that idea away, Han grasped the younger man’s shoulder. “You saved my daughter and Durron, risking your ship, crew, and reputation to do so. You have my thanks for that.” “Not much solace for the man who has to locate and inform Baron Fel. Kre’fey would have seen it fit to remove me of all three of those.” Han glowered, “That scruffy womprat. Since Coruscant, the little beggar has been gobbling up his fair share of corruption. He seems intent on controlling the whole military with cousins and distant Bothan relatives.” “I’ve noticed that. Some cousin of his commanded a ship loosely under my command at Wayland. You ever heard of the Epiphany?” Solo scratched his stubbly chin, but shook his head. “It wasn’t at Coruscant, was it?” Jace smirked, “No, it wasn’t. I remember it from before the capitol fell. Fey’lya had a sizeable fleet of Bothan-manufactured warships produced as a home defense fleet for Bothawui and Kothlis.” “You don’t think…” “Fey’lya and Kre’fey were cousins.” “Halycron, every Bothan seems to be a cousin or distant relative of Fey’lya.” The dark-clad man shrugged, and paced away from Han. He stated out over the clear vista that was Denon. “All I am saying is that Kre’fey has been somewhat…uncharacteristic, as of late.” Han nodded, “This isn’t exactly a conversation we ought to be sharing in open air, General.” Halycron nodded, realizing Han’s intention. Both men walked across the landing platform and boarded the Millennium Falcon and took seats in the cockpit. Solo sat in the well-worn pilot’s seat, and Halycron in the still-oversized copilot’s chair. “We’ve know those damn Bothans have been scheming ways to get back into power since Fey’lya went noble martyr on us,” Jace muttered. Solo nodded again, following an odd pattern of agreements. “Wasn’t there another relative involved in the scam to front Pwoe as Chief of State on Kuat?” “I don’t know, but there was a Fey’lya involved during President Omas’ election.” “There were pirates involved, too, Jace.” Jace chuckled warmly, at odds with his cold demeanor. “I remember, but this furry fellow was trying to scam the election against Cal Omas.” “You don’t suppose the Bothans are trying to use this pseudo-peace to further their little political agendas?” Han inquired, growing gradually suspicious of the Bothans of late. “I won’t answer until we see more, but it’s a definite possibility. For now, Kre’fey wants me off active duty, so I’ll be around. I have some… things to attend to, old friend.” General Jace Halycron left only a minute later, Han retreated to the inner apartments he shared with Leia. She was waiting there, cradling Baby Ben Skywalker while the child’s parents picked up some items for their home. The little red-haired son of Skywalker was vividly strong in the Force, like his father, and cousin…Anakin Solo. The memory brought a tear to Leia Organa Solo’s brown eyes. She blinked quickly to eliminate the intruding droplet, but Han noticed the sparkle in his wife’s eye before she could hide the sudden raw emotion. He crossed the room quickly and wrapped a blanket around their shoulders. Underneath, Han wrapped his arm around Leia’s waist, and held her close. Leia rested her weary head on her husband’s strong shoulder. She had always admired Han’s strength, he never seemed to falter. Even after Chewbacca’s death, when he had endured his weakest moments ever, Han had been infallible. It was one of many things that she loved about the scruffy old smuggler. Leia stated up lovingly, Han’s finger delicately tickling his nephew’s belly. The moment was peaceful, the only sounds were the chuckle of Han’s amusement and the innocent laughter of a nephew who had seen too little of his mommy and daddy in a war that counted too many casualties. Tears were gathering at the corner of Leia’s eyes when Luke Skywalker finally walked through the door with his lovely red-gold-haired wife, Mara Jade Skywalker right behind him, anxious to see her son. “Han, Leia, I trust Ben wasn’t any trouble?” Luke said, smiling evenly. “Not at all, Luke,” answered Han, rising to greet his brother-in-law. Smiles and warm greetings were exchanged, but Leia and Mara soon became occupied by little Ben as he scurried about, finding all sorts of toddler mischief to cause. Han was concerned about the ominous news Jace Halycron had brought, and tugged Luke aside into the communications room, sealing the door. “What’s the matter, Han? Has something happened?” Luke seemed unusually apprehensive. Han blinked, “Why is everyone so conspiratory lately?” Luke chuckled, but Han pressed on. “General Halycron came by earlier, Luke.” “And?” “The usual cryptic Intelligence-type apocalypse speak. Oh, and he thinks the Bothans are up to something.” The graying Jedi Master raised an eyebrow. “I suppose he used those exact words?” Han shrugged, “He might have used more adjectives than I did, but I paraphrased the general idea.” After what felt like hours, Kyp Durron finally left. As much as Jaina Solo hated to admit it, the older Jedi had been right. Jag was gone, and nothing was going to change that. Nothing she could do would bring him back. It’s kind of funny. People tell you throughout your life that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I never thought I’d be the one to prove them all right. Jaina sighed, and walked back to her bed. The hour was getting later, and she decided that she ought to at least try to get some sleep after the week full of tear-stained pillows and wracking sobs. Jaina Solo and Jag Fel had been close since Borleias, and had been growing closer since the war ended. Sure, they loved each other, a lot even. Jaina had even been through their future in her mind. “Stop it, Solo, you’ll never sleep if you keep thinking like this…” Jaina berated herself. Unconsciously reaching out, Jaina surprised herself when one of the framed holos of Jag appeared in front of her. Worst of all, the arm carrying was attached to her. Great, now my body is rebelling, she remarked. She worked her thumb over the profile, ignoring the cold interface. She felt his cheek and lips, played a finger across his scar. The last thing Jaina did before she feel asleep was kiss the holo goodnight like she would have done to Jag before, then nestled into a nightmare filled sleep with the holo digging into her side. Dark clouds flash over a lonely mountain. A small village of odd-shaped buildings spreads out for miles in either direction. Tiny little people walk amongst the buildings, larger life forms crawl about. Jaina Solo is trapped, Yuuzhan Vong warriors swarming into the dark corner she’s been fenced into. Her lightsaber is the only illumination in the room, slain Yuuzhan Vong lay sprawled underneath her. She waits, knowing the warriors will strike again soon. Eyes are barely lit outside the illumination cast from her blade, warriors shuddering with adrenaline… The warriors leap forward, spearing her with amphistaffs. With a shriek, Jaina sat up from bed. The same nightmare that had haunted her for over a week. It didn’t really seem to have any meaning that she could ascertain. The mountain might symbolize something, as the clouds probably did. Even her twin brother, master of philosophy and meanings as he was, couldn’t pin any symbolism on the dream. Jaina counted the nightmare for grief over Jag’s death. Taking a deep breath, Jaina rose from bed and fetched a glass of water before returning to bed. With a light sigh, she returned to sleep without interruption until morning. - * - The world swam uneasily, dark green shapes blurring with the darkness of the room. Limbs are bound, someone can’t move. Someone is struggling for breath because of numerous lacerations and bruises that dot their body. Alien growling can be heard outside the cell – if it could be called as much – and someone fears for their life, surprised they have as much to begin with. Someone struggles with their bonds, some sticky jelly substance that seems to dominate the entire corner of the rough cell. The walls are jagged, causing scrapes across someone’s body. The conditions are worse than poor, leaving someone alone to their fears, dreams, and wishes. Optimism is outlawed here. The ability to lose himself in dreams has faded after what has felt like years in captivity. The only good emotion left to someone is memory of love. Prayer for future. A warm loving face without defining features. Someone has resigned himself to death, knowing that escape is impossible. Someone leans a dark-haired head against the wall, and tries to dab a laceration leaking blood from a toned abdominal muscle. Lean and trim, fighter fit, someone lays in blorash jelly on some planet he cannot remember. Someone looks down at himself, and frowns, stricken by his own condition and the treatment he had survived. Someone can feel a echoing pain from the back of his skull, sustained from the crash. I love you, a female voice echoes for the millionth time since someone regained consciousness. Someone cannot recognize the speaker or why they would say such a thing. Someone reaches out to reply, but is left with only the lasting pang of loss that has been his only friend since he was captured. Someone attempts to sit, but his nervous system is damaged, and he falls into an uneasy sleep that he may not awaken from. "Who am I?" * * * * Duh-duh-dun! What's this? Keep those replies coming. You're all the inspiration to continue! -----signature----- If you're a fire, be content to burn, If you're the wind, be content to gust, If you're water, be content to flow, But never accept complacency as a way of life.
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 4:30am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Hehe our "dead" man is a little shocked Poor Jaina So much pain -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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JAGSGURL15 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 6:00am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Is the "someone" Jaggie? then i would so love that to happen... Take away all of Jaya's Grief and all!@!! Great Job THat was so awesome UPPS -----signature----- Mush Queen of TKL's LOMIN ALE WRAITHS Living In DE'NILE i <3 JJ REDICK ~&NY YANKEES&~ (((DUKE BLUE DEVILS)))
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Jag-Fel Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 1/12/04 6:17am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	I suppose it could be... Jag does have dark hair, and every fanfiction that involves shirtless Jag says he has well-toned abs... -----signature----- If you're a fire, be content to burn, If you're the wind, be content to gust, If you're water, be content to flow, But never accept complacency as a way of life.
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JAGSGURL15 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 6:21am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	That is what I TOO was thinking.... GODS HE IS FINEEEEE HOTT SEXY... -----signature----- Mush Queen of TKL's LOMIN ALE WRAITHS Living In DE'NILE i <3 JJ REDICK ~&NY YANKEES&~ (((DUKE BLUE DEVILS)))
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Jags_Scoundrel Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 10:21am Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Eeek! [face_shocked] What have you done? Poor Jag is so beat up he doesn't even know who he is! (I don't think I'm going out too far on a limb to assume the mysterious "someone" is Jag.) Seriously, good stuff. Can't wait for more!
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 1/12/04 3:03pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Great post! Poor Jaya. Is that dream of a possible future? Or am I just reading too much into it? Who knows? Obviously not me. Hmmm... mysterious dark-haired man... Jag 'died' a wekk ago... who could it be? hopes it's Jag Can't wait for more!
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 1/13/04 1:30pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Up!
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 1/13/04 1:53pm Subject: RE: Stealing the Night, Burning Solitude - post-NJO
	Hey Jag when are you planing to write another vignette?? -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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