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sonnymyson  740 posts
Registered: Dec '04
51293_WH267: Jabba
Date Posted: 5/5/05 9:39pm Subject: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 5/5/05 9:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: sonnymyson
I call it,

Two Q's in a Tatooine Side Street
Rated: G , this chapter
Setting: TPM
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns the Star Wars universe, totally.


Quinlan Vos sat in the cafe, under the awning, outside the adobe tavern on a busy side street on the dried-out planet of Tatooine, waiting for his contact. Jedi on an Outer Rim Hutt world had to stay under cover, and not just from the relentless twin suns. It was crowded in the shade at this hour; he had to share a table with complete strangers, and was lucky to have a chair. He scratched at his reddish chin blanketed with jet-black stubble. He was going to have to shave it again, blast it. Kiffar were cursed with sensitive skin.

He relaxed into the shade, almost a shadow himself under the mane of abundant matted locks, night without a trace of stars except for the occasional gleam from the whites of his eyes behind the yellow clan marking. Of all the bars in all the worlds in all the galactic outskirts of this screwed-up Republic, why would the Trade Federation bother with this one? Smuggling was not subject to regulation; that was its very nature. Most Hutts didn't try, and reaped the benefit. But they shouldn't expect anything solid in return except credits. Not loyalty, not tax, not alliance.

Well, he'd soon see exactly how naive this brown-nosing Commerce Guild underling on the make really was-- if he ever got here.

He idly noted an ill-assorted group strolling by-- good-looking teenage honey in a blue tunic, astromech droid rolling and tootling, and a tall blond drink of water with long silky hair and a goatee-- Qui-gon??
What was he doing here?

Where was his goody-goody padawan? And there was a reflection off a light-sabre beneath the ratty poncho; he wasn't undercover, then. Don't draw attention.

No worries on that, because everyone's attention was on a dried bubo sailing through the air and landing in a Dug's soup. Not just any Dug either-- it was Sebulba, the pod-racing bully! This might get ugly fast. Quin warily sat back, watching.

Qui and his group were stopped, too. It looked as if the weird six-foot amphibian responsible for the flying bubo was with them. Now Sebulba had knocked the poor guy over and was bitch-slapping him with the bubo and two legs, then starting to choke him. He'd get no back-talk that way.

Couldn't have anyway-- evidently the moist guy didn't know a syllable of Huttese. But apology got you nowhere with Sebulba; Quin had seen him in action.

Next thing anyone knew, out of nowhere a local kid was in Sebulba's face, bearding him in Huttese, acting way older than he looked, which was about seven standard years. Telling him that he'd beat Sebulba in the next race--huh? humans didn't pod-race! Who was this kid?

But anyhow he got the bully off the giant salamander with ears. And now he and Qui-gon were acting very chummy. The teenaged honey couldn't take her eyes off him. There was definitely something about that kid... Never mind, Qui-gon was on it.

Quin settled back to wait some more.

His contact still hadn't showed when the motley group with Qui-gon went by again, in the other direction, this time led by the little local boy. Quin decided to take the time to shadow them. But first, he sent a tentative message through the Force.

<Qui-->

Qui-gon immediately looked around and spotted him.

<Quin!>

<What's up?> Quin made as if to rise, eliciting a quick hand-signal from the Jedi Master to stay where he was. The group continued away without noticing their exchange.

<Not now, Quin. I'll meet you here later tonight.>

So instead of tailing them, he moved inside to the bar. It was getting too windy out there for comfort anyhow; looked like a sandstorm coming in.






Gentle readers, the next part got way too slashy for theforce.net, and went elsewhere. But if I think of what comes next that is fit for all ages, I will post again.

 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/10/05 8:03am Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 5/16/05 6:30am (2 edits total) Edited By: LadyPadme
Two Q's in a Tatooine Side Street, part 3

LP edit: Even with a PG rating, slash is not permitted.

 

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Jedi-Tiger-Lilly  119 posts
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Date Posted: 5/10/05 9:56am Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic!
I like this character, having read about him in the comics. Interesting start! I'll follow your career with great interest! grin

 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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51293_WH267: Jabba
Date Posted: 5/10/05 4:34pm Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic!
Thank you.

The naughty bits are now at sith_chicks@yahoogroups.com for those over 18. More g rated sections are coming, though; we have to see who the snitch is.

 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/11/05 11:18am Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 5/11/05 11:25am (1 edits total) Edited By: sonnymyson
Two Q's, final chapter:

Rated PG for adult ref's

Everybody please go read Jaxxon's 11!



Quinlan was about to get up to find some lunch, when his contact finally showed up. A very tall, deeply hooded and cloaked figure, who would have been mysterious looking were it not for the loud brocade the cloak was made of, sidled up to his table on the tavern patio.

"Hey, man, I heard you needed a nerf?"

How about that-- it was the password. Quin sat down again, his dark eyebrows twitching as he sized up the lanky stranger. He gave the proper response.

"Only a mating pair, er, man." His contact was wearing a garish red flight suit and full gauntlets under the cloak, even in this heat. Probably not a human.

The stranger sat, and pulled back the hood. Foot-long ears sprang up, erect as antennae, only definitely not insectile; they were furry. He was a Lepi, of the smuggling race also known as Lepus carnivorous, and he was obviously quite young, and very green-- literally.

"Whew! Sorry about the getup, but this bright sun is murder on my symbionts. If I don't cover up I get pretty day-glow, and the honeys don't go for that so much."

Quin found himself amused by the forthright young being's attitude.

"What, not even Twi'leks?" He'd been bothered by a lot of predatory Twi'lek females on this world, most probably former slaves.

"Well, you know Twi'leks, they're used to green, and they're pretty excitable anyway. Almost as good as a doe. But enough small talk, huh? Sorry it took me a couple extra days of Hutt duty before I could get here-- my supposed boss, Jabba, is setting up a new operation on this dustball, and kept me busy kissing tail for longer than I expected."

"Oh, I kept myself amused." Quin smiled to himself in private reminiscence. "But I thought you were with the Commerce Guild?"

"So I am, indeed; the Coachelle Commerce Guild."

"Indeed." This was a new wrinkle in things.

"Yes, I'm pretty intimate with the people in charge."
Quin stared at him. The young Lepi's brash act didn't fool him. He kept up the stare until the guy began to twitch a bit.

"Er, in fact I am the entire Coachelle Commerce Guild. At the moment. Gotta start somewhere, don't I?" he added defensively. "But I recently acquired my own vessel, and I have the contacts for all your smuggling needs, throughout the entire Rabbit Sector.
Funny, people don't visit our system all that much; why is that? My people are hospitable."

Quin snorted. "Probably because your people have the reputation of kicking the poodoo out of anyone who messes with family."

"Yeah, and we do have big ones. I see where you're going with that. But that's also our strength-- the sheer volume of the market. I figure we're a largely untapped resource ripe for development, and I'm your buck. And, as an added bonus," he leaned forward on this, "I am very willing to kick the poodoo out of anyone who messes with the C-C-G." As he enunciated each letter, his fangs gleamed.

He leaned back again. "So, Mr. Kiffar, what sort of merchandise do you need moved?"

"Call me Kim. I deal in information, Mr.--?"

"Jaxxon. Just Jaxxon. I can get you that. It would be nice to have some sort of actual cargo though. Something to tickle the taste-buds of the folks back home."

"How about Twi'leks?"

Jaxxon's nose twitched as he cogitated. "You mean like an exotic escort service type of thing?"

"Great minds think alike, son."

"I'm not your son and never will be."

"Sorry, Jaxxon."

"Also I need to know if it's a slave thing or not. I can't afford to buy 'em. Can you?"

"I believe you will find many independent contractors willing to work on a commission basis." In fact, he saw a couple through the open tavern door, over Jaxxon's shoulder.

"You know, Mr. Kim, --can I call you Kim?-- I think I know a few myself, now that you put it in that light."

"Local gals?"

"Yeah, Jabba goes through Twi'leks pretty fast. Tragic if you think about it too hard. But a lot of them wise up and buy themselves free before they end up in the rancor pit."

"Gruesome."

"You said it. Yet one more reason I'm anxious to start up something independently like this."

Quin actually liked this character. He was totally unexpected in some ways, in others reassuringly predictable. He decided Master Tholme would approve of a course of extended research in this area.

"I think we can do business, Jaxxon."

"Okay. I look forward to showing you around the 'Rabbit's Foot.' By the way," he continued, removing his right gauntlet to reveal a large, green, hairless palm, "it's customary among my people to press hands at this point."

Quin complied, bracing himself for the inevitable flood of impressions his particular Force talent would convey from the young Lepi. It was his first experience of the Force signature of one of his race; the overall tone of it was surprising in its simplicity.

Lepi were extremely oriented to value touch above any other sense. The Lepi was getting nearly as much information from him as he was receiving. He instantly double-reinforced his shielding, and ended the greeting as swiftly as possible. Still, he caught a suspicious narrowing of Jaxxon's eyes for a second.
Quin quickly changed the subject.

"What do you say we go scout out some of those independent contractors? But first, a little lunch."

"There's a place a few doors down that does a great nerf steak and mushrooms..."

"Okay, but before we look up Twi'leks, I have a favor to ask."

"What?"

"Lose the cloak with the flowers."

"I can turn it inside out, I guess...Hey, man, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Ever had a doe?"

Quin chuckled, and decided to press a few buttons for the fun of it.

"You mean your sister?"

"Don't go there, man." But then Jaxxon wiped the scowl off his muzzle and grinned.

"Let's eat."





THE END ?






 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/12/05 8:05am Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 5/12/05 8:23am (1 edits total) Edited By: sonnymyson
I think the next web-strip should be:


"Jaxxon's Twi'leks"---- sorta like Charlie's Angels


whaddya think?

 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/16/05 6:19am Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 5/16/05 6:21am (1 edits total) Edited By: sonnymyson
Oh btw they will be joined in this op by padawan Aayla, making Quin majorly conflicted...

Should Jaxxon get to know her better?

but of course it will all end in tragedy as the Black Sun wipes everybody's memories. Gotta work in the chronology.

woof. I am not worthy of this tremendious responsibility!!!!

 

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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/19/05 9:58pm Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic! - Date Edited: 10/2/07 3:55pm (2 edits total) Edited By: JadeSolo
Title: Two Q's on a Tatooine Side Street, part 3.5
Setting: TPM
Category: adventure
Rating: G
disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: Qui-gon recognizes Quinlan during TPM and they hook up





After an early breakfast at the tavern, Qui and Quin were strolling through the Tatooine dawn. There was a surprising amount of activity on the streets at this hour, before the opressive heat of full day. They were just two more humans in the crowd.

"I don't know, Qui-gon; it's one thing to influence the fall of a chance-cube, and another to bet the entire ship on a pod-race. The odds are terrible. You know half the crowd at these events is there to see the contestants die."

"And die spectacularly, yes. But you don't know this boy, Quin; he's more than just lucky. He can see the future for that crucial ten seconds ahead, and change it."

"Really?" Quin scowled from under his sooty brows.

"Really." Qui truly believed what he was saying. His baby blue eyes were as steady as a mountain range.

"That would certainly come in handy." Quin scratched at his chin, more out of reflex than anything else; it didn't itch anymore. Qui had shaved him in the fresher this morning.

"Did you get his midichlorians?"

"I'm having Obi-wan do the test tonight, before the big race."

"How is my old student chum, by the way?"

"Fine, fine, probably amusing himself with the Queen's Handmaidens even as we speak. But to get back to the boy again-- if he were going to juggle live thermal detonators on stage, I'd still bet on him. He bends the Force to his will, without even realizing what he's doing."

"This I have to see."

"Well, don't come to the Skywalkers' quarters with me. I don't want to have to explain you."

Quin grinned smugly. "I am pretty inexplicable."

Qui's eyes twinkled. "That you are, Quin. But I meant that I have already had to admit to them that I was a Jedi. Anakin could tell. No need to complicate things with another of us popping up, not to mention possibly compromising your mission."

"Agreed. But I am obliged to hang around here until my contact shows, so I may have to miss the actual race. Guess I'll just have to take your word for it about your prodigy--- unless, of course, it all falls through and you're still here in a week, consoling a bereaved mother."

"It won't fall through, Quin."

The Jedi master paused, on the covered porch of a dwelling whose inhabitants were either absent or still asleep. Quin stopped, too.

"Are we almost there?"

"Yes; let's make our farewells now."

He took Quinlan into his arms. Their eyes were exactly level; night-dark gazed into sky-blue.

"Thank you for making yourself known to me, Quin."

"Anytime." Then Qui-gon let go and walked around the corner, disappearing from view.

Quin sank into the shadow and shut his eyes, becoming part of the shadows himself, Force-extending his sense of hearing to detect the retreating footsteps. They stopped not far away. He caught the start of a conversation.

"Master Qui-gon, I want to talk to you about Anakin." It must be that teenage cutie, the Nubian queen's tag-along Handmaiden. She was up early and waiting for Qui.

"What is it, Padme?"

"Master Qui-gon, he's only a child. I'm not sure if the Queen--"

"The Queen is not here. And we have had this conversation before. The boy's mother has given her permission, and the boy is willing."

"But--" Qui-gon's footsteps disappeared into a dwelling. Quin hadn't heard any footsteps of this Padme in pursuit of him; she hadn't left.

She was muttering to herself. "Not here? That's what HE thinks." Lighter footsteps hurried inside, followed by the piping voice of a young boy, too distant to make out.

Quin sighed and turned to leave. That whole drama would have to unfold without him. Back to the spy business.



TBC


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sonnymyson  740 posts
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Date Posted: 5/19/05 10:00pm Subject: RE: Lookie at my Quinlan Vos fic!
Sorry about this part appearing after the ending, but it had been edited out, so I made it safe once more.

Plot is still in there.

 

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