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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 10/14/03 11:23pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 16/
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 10/27/03 5:53am Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 16/
	I'm so sorry for the slack updating guys, University has been getting the better of me, and I had a touch of block trying to work out how I wanted to frame a particular scene. Hope you enjoy this quick snippet. Time drifts...tears...demands...coalesces.... Birth... His eyes opened as he looked up to Laura, a worried expression on her face. "You alright? Don't shock me like that Kane!" He stood up groggily, looking around him at the hustle and bustle of the Coruscant Streets. "What happened?" She scowled and pointed the walkway 2 metres up. "You decided it'd be a good idea to get in the way of a Trandoshan up a level and he gave you a trip for your efforts. You need to be more mindful of where you walk Kane; you don't own the sidewalk." His face darkened, as he brushed off his jumpsuit. "The alien had no right to manhandle me. This is my city and I'll walk where I please. Senator Amidala nearly paid with her life for being sympathetic to the Alien Confederacy. I will not make the same mistake." He felt a bump from behind and turned with a smile blossoming as he pulled Sil into a hug. "Hey Sil! You're not late for a change!" The sandy haired male looked wryly to the ground and then motioned a hello to Laura with a tip of his head. "Not late, in fact just on time to see you practice your arial acrobatics. I hate to break it, but you'll never make the Coruscant nationals." With a knowing look to Laura, Kane grinned and shrugged. "I suppose not. You ready to go?" "Sure." The trio had been planning a trip to the factory district every weekend for some time. They had found an abandoned warehouse were they had been slowly smuggling in parts, which Sil and Kane used to construct a rather ad-hoc Speeder. "But it'll be our speeder." protested Sil, as Kane popped up out of the engine recess, shaking his head. "You have a look Sil, I can't seem to get the think churning." he shook his head with disgust, moving back, as Sil's grin broadened. "Move aside then hotshot, and let the real talent get to work." With another confident grin, Sil disappeared into the speeder leaving his legs dangling free in the air. A cocksure grin on his face, Kane Lavos turned and quickly embraced a smiling Laura, the pair exchanging a kiss before pulling away to rest in the others arms. "That was naughty." whispered Laura. "He needs the practice." replied Kane with a wink, turning to look over his shoulder as Sil began murmuring a Ryn folk-song featured on some holodrama or another as he worked. The muffled echo spoke of how deep Sil had pulled himself into the engine housing, but he seemed content. Pecking another quick kiss in, Kane then lent back into the speeder and called out to Sil. "Ready yet Mr Fix it?" Sil's voice replied in that muffled cant. "Nearly Mr Brainiac, give me a tic....alright, start her up!" Sil jumped back out of the speeder and cocked his head as Kane applied the ignition. It coughed slightly then came to life, the repulsors rearing it up to a shin's length off the ground. Sil jumped back and whooped loudly as Kane reared his head back with a roaring cheer. Even Laura, ever the condscending of the pair's male fascination with machinery, fighters and speeders, had a big smile blossom over her features. Jumping up and out, Kane came over and hugged Sil, as the two shut down the speeder and began putting it away. "No test drive?" asked Laura, looking around the warehouse with a yawn. "Nah...we still need to put in an exhaust naucelle or Republic Environmental Agency will have us for dinner as soon as we take it out into the traffic lanes and past the sniffer sensors." Kane nodded in agreement with Sil's comments. "Too true. Let's try and get back before tonight, maybe grab something to eat in the blast'n'dive up near the Jedi Temple district." "Not afraid of bumpin' into the weird magicians Kane?" quipped Sil with a smile, as he gathered his bag and lead them out. "They'll stay indoors if they have any sense, should their mystical powers tell them I'm coming into town... Munching on some fried and chopped topatos, Sil motioned his head to the video monitor being watched in the corner of the Blast'n'Dive. "Good thing Amidala's being looked after now. You reckon they have her in the Temple?" Kane raised an eyebrow as he watched the image change to a young and brooding looking Jedi. "Probably not. The Chancellor's trusted this new hotshot Jedi to look after her, which probably means she's demanded some freedom in her actions and movements." The smokey but still friendly cantina in which they sat was supposed to be alcohol free, thus making it the sort of clientele a pair of teens like Sil and Kane could frequent safely, but the two boys were both left unsure by the number of aliens that seemed to have clustered into here. Sil visibly scrunched his nose up. "What do you reckon's bringing 'em all here, and is it reason enough for us to be somewhere else?" Kane grunted arrogantly. "They're doing what any animal does when they feel threatened, they huddle under safety. They probably think the Jedi's alien loving ways will save 'em." Sil shook his head. "The Jedi should come into the present day instead of sitting behind in some centuries old tradition. Aliens have caused too much strife in the galaxy, the new way of doing things is much more organised. They're lucky the Chancellor has been nice enough to prevent many of the Senate's eddicts from getting through: sometimes he's too benevolent toward these aliens. You'd think he's a damn Jedi!" Kane laughed. "He's doing what he feels fair, but he's not obstructing the more important regulations. Now all he has to do is deal with the Seperatists, and we should be heading toward a golden era." Finishing the Topato's, Sil nodded, his nose wrankled as a lumpy creature waddled past. "No arguement Kane, no arguement. Say, where'd Laura go?" Kane shrugged. "I think she left soon after we arrived, slinking off as usual. Maybe she's joinedsome weird cult without our knowledge." His humoured smile wasn't reflected on Sil, his jaw tightened. "Yeah...or something else." Kane stopped raising his mug half way. "Whatever do you mean?" Sil sighed. "Kane, you and I both know how much of an alien loving pacifist she is. Those types are ripe for the picking for the Seperatist propaganda machine. I just hope she hasn't fallen in with the wrong group." Kane's face turned ashen as his head shook from side to side. "Never, she's too smart for that." "I know, I'm just saying-" "Never." Sil pursed his lips together and stared at his friend. "Alright...alright, I suppose you know her best." Kane wondered if Sil knew more then he was letting on about just how well Kane had gotten to know Laura...but know, it was probably still a bit of a secret. Sil didn't play those sorta games. It was why Kane liked him so much as a friend. Always straight up, no mucking around. That was Sil Dugal: to the point, fair, unbiased, and frank in whatever he said. Smiling, Kane tried to ease the tension with a pat on Sil's shoulder. "We'll be right mate. You and I, we're growing up in the right era. It'll be a golden age in which we serve the galaxy." Sil lounged back on the red upholstery and looked around at the assembled folk. A few young weequays were trying their best to worm past the gruff Whipid barkeep to steal some dried dewback: as usual, scavenging, stealing, generally uncivilised. He didn't need to point it out to Kane, he knew his friend would of already seen it. Instead he rolled his eyes, picked up his soda and motioned for the door. "You reckon the Chancellor will be able to create an end to the conflict with the Confederacy before it escalates?" asked Kane once they were out the door and into the humid air and metropolitan landscapes of Coruscant. Sil took a long swig of his drink and swugged. "Dunno Kane, seems to me he wants to, but can't find a way through it. He can't keep sending the Jedi and expecting them to fix things: they're a spent force." "No pun intended." Sil's grin broadened. "None at all. C'mon, we should get home. We do have school tomorrow." A month later. He looked up with a sombre shock as his mother watched the newscast, crystalline tears streaming like delicate traces of destiny and fate, intermingling into the ever-present ether of past, present and future. Her delicate cheekbones suddenly appeared to sallow, her eyes sunken, her face aghast. He felt unnerved, watching his mother appear so. He felt a silent rage build, a rage at the Confederacy, a saddened imploring look to the Jedi for having been so rash, utter praise for Master Yoda and the Chancellor for having had the guts to harness the Clone troops of Kamino to save those who had been left. The newscast continued to list the masses, of Jedi dead and gone. "It's too much." whispered Juuris, her hand coming down without vision, searching for the comfort of her young adopted son. "Too much Kane, too many dead." Kane knew he would have to be careful, his mum was teetering on an emotional edge. "The Jedi knew what they were getting into Mother; Dooku was once one of them, and history is rife with stories of when Jedi go bad." Her eyes slowly drifted down to look at him, attempting to read condemnation or support or...anything. When oh when, had her son's face becoming an impassive wall to her? "The Jedi could not of expected such slaughter. They would not of gone otherwise." "Not to save Master Kenobi, reputedly one of their best? Or his apprentice, Skywalker? Now that is a Jedi I can admire, he truly is a hero of their order. He could be the difference in a coming war." Her unease doubled, trebled, continued to escalate. "I'm not sure Kane...he's...he flirts with danger, that one. Too powerful too soon." Kane pulled his mother in close. "Mother, I think the Jedi would know more then you on the boy. I didn't know you'd become an expert...I'm as shocked as you are about their deaths. But the Chancellor will know what to do." She pulled her son's head close to her shoulder, and closed her eyes shut, squeezing out the foul tears blurring her vision and dashing her hopes. That, was exactly what she was afraid of. She felt his grip slacken and pull away, and her eyes opened. Turning, she saw Deçra's frame dominate the doorway, his face ashern, his frame sagging. "Deçra!" She cried, whirling up and about as robes whipped about her to embrace her husband, her himself seemed to of been inclined to cry, had he been able to muster the energy. "Juuris my dear...Kane." He smiled at them both, and then leant against the new chair. "You've seen the newscasts I presume?" Kane nodded. "Yes, terrible news. Quite upsetting." Deçra nodded, rubbing his head with one hand as the other rested unsteadily on his knee. "Yes, I know...it seems Representative Binks has gone and done something...rather rash." Juuris looked as if a haunted shadow had drawn across her face as she almost stumbled, and Kane inclined his head with interest. "Go on..." Deçra picked up his datapad and slid it across the table, and Kane was left to watch the replay as the Chancellor issued his first directive under freshly assigned Executive powers... A Grand, Clone Army of the Republic.... thought Kane, as confusion coalesced into triumph, and certainty took it's rightful place, dethroning worry and sadness. More Clones. The idea was perfect. A renewable supply of soldiers to protect the women and children of the galaxy from the Seperatists. Picking up his comm, he signalled Sil. "You've heard?" spoke Sil, not worrying about pleasantries. "Yes." said Kane emphatically. "Best news we could of heard on the tail of the sorry debacle on Geonosis." "I'd never heard of the damn world before myself. What do you think this means?" "One thing Sil. War. A Clone War. Life is about to become dangerous." Sil's voice seemed to quite, but Kane almost thought he caught a grim echo of laughter. "Dangerous eh? I would of said fun..." One year later Kane walked through the promenade, his arm linked with Laura as Sil led the way into to the nightclub, flashing the adulterated Identification chips Sil had managed to swindle out of a card shark near his home. As they entered, Kane lent in close to him and whispered sardonically. "You really need to stop hanging around the wrong people mate, it'll get you into trouble." Sil snorted. "Hey, I got us in, didn't I? And besides, I hang around with, I can't do much worse." Kane let it slide as he looked to a viewscreen in the lobby depicting another glorious battle of the Republics Imperial Forces against the darstardly droids and enemies of the Seperatists. The War is coming along nicely. He saw a quick clip of the great Anakin Skywalker, a brave soldier if ever there had been one. He stood in front of a group of soldiers instructing them as the Chancellor watched approvingly in the background. Despite showing his age, the Chancellor was truly a symbol of power, determined to spend every waking minute working to make the galaxy safe, a visible assurance to the Republic that nothing - not the Seperatists, not even age - could weary he nor them. "Hey, philosopher, want to bring your mind back to us here?" teased Laura, tapping his chin none to gently with a smile. Kane languidly shrugged. "I dunno...I was quite enjoying myself actually." A devious smile crossed her lips as she pulled him into the throng of dancing figures. "I'll see if I can keep your experience on an even keel then?" Kane kinda shrugged, although the fight was leaving him. "Meh, I dunno..." She pouted, her eyes arching expressively as she let go and dissolved back into the crowd. Kane suddenly came to life, his brow furrowing as he searched for her, but she was well gone into the throng. "Damnit." he said, smiling to himself as he edged back for a closer view. "Whoa, look who appears without that thing that's been growing on his arm for the past ten months. Wanna drink?" Kane looked over his shoulder to Sil, who had just come from the Bar. "Ooo.. I feel kinda naughty, but yeah. You're only young once." Sil nodded, raised his glass. "Hell, I'll drink to that." Kane raised his glass likewise, and triumphantly they both threw the liquor back quick enough to override their virgin cough reflex. And then, as the first trickle of shock undulated up their throat, the whole scene went to hell. Kane reeled back as Sil seemed to lift up and away, a bright light filling the sky as everything spun crazily, the world turning in on itself and back again. Screams, blood, smoke. He looked up from the ground to see a whole in the wall, people bleeding and others running. He began to prop up, then another light struck, lifting him back and down to the ground. More light, and then more. Shouts, screaming, then the blaster fire began up. "SEPERATISTS!!" screamed someone from somewhere, and Kane tried to open anguished eyelids, knowing he was in trouble. All he could see was the seam of someone's trousers, who he tried to lift off. He found it a lot easy when the person turned out to be nothing but a leg, blown off by one of the blasts. People seemed to be swarming in, shooting into the crowd who were already most felled. Outside civilians pulled out blasters as others swarmed from the surrounding nightclubs and cantinas, enraged to find a seperatist cell operating so close. Kane ducked behind the crowd and ran, wondering where Sil had got to. Then, fear gripped him, utter, un-mitigated fear... Laura... "LAURA!" he screamed, his own voice lost to his ears by the defeaning tumult of screams, running, blaster fire, pandemonium. They had been pinned in like reks to the slaughter. From the back staircase streamed Republic police, opening return fire on the Seperatists, who seemed to be overwhelming the area with numbers. Then, as if from a sinister mind of the most warped kind, two pods fell from some airborne speeder which itself was targetting the resisting civilians on the ground. The pods began to unfurl, taking new forms... Oh-no... Arms popped out as heads came up and shields activated, the forms locked into place... Please, Stars be true, No... "DROIDEKAS!!" he cried, his cry echoed by others as he tried to run to the back away from the fighting, blaster fire filling the air, as a body came tumbling past to land on him. He gasped for breath, choking out a harried wheeze. At 17 he was surely strong enough to have been in a few fights, but his schooling and upbringing had prevented such things. He wasn't cut out for this. He wondered if curling up under that body away from the horror and the screams would work, he wondered if he should even get up, why would he? What would be the point of it all. Laura.... Then suddenly, he noticed the blaster near his hand. Ludicrous, he didn't know how to use it, he would probably get someone else killed, he'd... Evil happens when the strong, the wise, the princibled, allow others to do the heavy lifting. It is our duty to take control, and enforce our peace onto our environment.This is our burden, and our blessing. The words flowed into his mind unbeckoned, a short line from one of Jedi Skywalkers speeches he had read recently. Gritting his teeth and biting back a moan of fear, he raised up and shot twice, hitting by chance, fluke or perhaps fate a charging Seperatist who was coming up the hill. A figure dashed past him from behind. "Good shot boy, c'mon, let's try and save those poor buggers still in there!" Nodding as the spacer in front of him - a strong and wiry man, maybe 30 odd years of age - lead the charge back into the throng, feeling giddy. The droidekas continued to cut down people in the room, as a corner of the room began to cave in from some upper attack. How the Seperatists managed to sneak a cell onto Coruscant was shocking, but as Kane shot at the men in the shadowy distance he realised he didn't have time to care for such things. He kept shooting, until he felt a blast of heat as another light came into play, a bright explosion blowing a gaping hole into a nearby wall, something small and fast searing into his flesh at his shoulder. He fell to the ground, his jaw slack with pain as he grasped for his shoulder. Someone picked up the blaster from him and began shooting, dragging him back to the corner. He looked up, and felt half delight, half horror. Sil Dugal stood above him, almost unrecognisable from a stream of blood down his teenage face, burns evident on his shoulder as his fancy, nightclub outfit lay streaming off the body in tatters. "Sil!" His friend saw his mouth move, then tapped his ear. So Sil was having trouble hearing...but oh, he was alive! It was great! It was... "Sil! Sil!" Kane tapped his friend, who crouched down in the corner to look at Kane as the mayhem echoed out beyond them. "Where's Laura, have you seen Laura?" Sil scrunched his face, obviously still hard of hearing, but he understood. His look of sadness adressed Kane's fears. He knew nothing, and hadn't seen her. Kane willed himself up, and ventured out, SIl following behind, shooting over his shoulder. Figures that Sil would know how to use a blaster, thought Kane, as he pushed past the sick and desperate to search out in the ante room. His mind slowed as he saw the people all lying on the deck, hands above their heads as a seperatist stood with a laser rifle, slowly turning to see Kane and Sil enter, more guns pointing at the pair as all the soldier's amused expressions turned to shock. Kane felt a jarring sensation slam into his back and then he was on the ground, Sil sprawled out next to him, a whirling mass jumping across them, a staff of light emanating from the figure's hand. Whirling impossibly fast, laser blasts seemed to deflect from the whorling storm of movement, as one, two, three soldiers were cut down. Jedi. thought Kane with reserved wonder. A droideka came in, opened up on the Jedi, and everything began to get messy again. The Jedi drove foward, his blade driving down through the droideka's shields, smashing it internally. It exploded. Shrapnel rained out everywhere, and Kane saw Sil flick back as something hit his arm, Kane's friend flying back into the corridor. Then Kane saw nothing, as the floor beneath them collapsed. "KANE!" he heard the cry from Sil as he hurtled down among bodies and broken flooring, as slowly the roof now impossibly high above them began to give way... Is this end? A life cut off so early when I would of hoped to deliver so much? Is this how fate treats us? Is this it? He felt a bone jarring jolt as his injured shoulder hit metal, his eyes forced open through the grime. Then he saw her, a fleeting instant, a pained expression, a look of recognition, his name on her lips. "LAURA!!!!" he screamed, his voice nothing among the roaring cacophony of tumbling rocks. Then, he saw nothing. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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Yun-Yuuzhan Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 10/27/03 5:51pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 10/
	You can your damn cliffhangers. And due to your damn cliffhangers, I'm going to have to request you hurry up with the next installment so I know what happened. Just don't take as long as I tend to. -----signature----- War of the Galaxies - Todesfuge by Amphistaff-Chuck http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=72 In an Imperial State of Mind by Protege-of-Thrawn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11862555&page=1
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Yun-Yuuzhan Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 1/1/04 9:08pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 10/
	Up up and away! Well... not away of course, but... well, you get the picture. -----signature----- War of the Galaxies - Todesfuge by Amphistaff-Chuck http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=72 In an Imperial State of Mind by Protege-of-Thrawn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11862555&page=1
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 1/15/04 8:49pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 10/
	Teh Update. Finally. By the time I retire and am on my deathbed, this may even get finished. Silence. Beautiful, echoing, transcendent silence. He felt sensation, like a refreshing trickle of cool mountain springwater, seeping down his neck like a chill and into his spine, spreading out to each extremity: he felt, he endured. Pain. Hot and sharp it drove back at the chill along each tendon, each muscle fibre, rending each moment of clarity into shattered shards of confused malice. Where am I? He knew he should open his eyes, but as memory vaguely coalesced back into reality, he realised only moments may of passed, as he heard the first groan of resigned pain nearby. Trapped, cave in, rocks... He opened his eyes, and found his face mashed up again a rock, and one arm feeling rather numb, but otherwise he felt unhurt. Cautiously he peered down his side and saw that he had come to rest under a tangled network of pipes and stabilising rods, that had propped up the cavenous weight above enough to save him from their crushing weight. Nearby he could see a child - not old, perhaps no more than 12 - who sat in what was obviously a much larger pocket of space, wide-eyed, unmoving, watchful of Kane. Kane stood bent over as much as he could, brushing off some of the dust and examing his arm. It may not of seemed broken, but he couldn't feel much sensation in it: apart from when he moved, he could feel it quite well when he tried to bloody move it. He looked to the child and edged foward, having to squeeze through a gap to get there. He couldn't see any way light was trickling down here from above - at least he had sighted no openings - but the very fact that he could see the kid and the kid could see him argued against their being completely isolated from above. "Hey little fella, hey, you okay? It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm friend. You know friend? C'mon mate..." he soothed the still shocked child as best he could, puting an arm on his shoulder as he examined the boy for any injuries. "My name's Kane, do you have a name? C'mon, we can find a way out, can't we?" The child's bottom lip began to tremble, as a look of moist terror came instantly to his welling eyes. "Wot happen to Mommy? where Daddy?" Kane stopped instantly, as something resonated more deeply than anything he had ever felt. Tears came to his eyes quicker than he thought possible, as he feel to both knees, connecting so deeply with what the child had just said. Unlocked memories he hadn't known poured out, and in a terribly lonely instant, he too remembered his mother. His father. The explosion, destruction. A boy - was it him? - standing among the ruins, the chaos, the mayhem...was this him? And before he could grasp their last tendrils of reality, they faded again, and he could conjure no more than echoes of empathy and pain. "I...I don't know little guy, I don't know. I'll help you find 'em though, okay?" "Promise?" came the gargled reply as a chubby little hand poked out and sought Kane's balled fist. "Yeah...I promise." he began to look around for where the light was coming from, and found that this space was in fact an anteroom to the basement, and probably - hopefully? - had some sort of route out and up. He stalked through and around the anteroom, back towards the rubble. He thought he spied a spire of light cascading on down the rock, but as he moved foward he felt the little boy arc and pull away. Frowning, he looked back at the boy, who wide eyed was staring at something over Kane's shoulder. Ominiously, the dread faltered down upon his shoulders, his neck craning slitted eyes so they may peer upon what so terrified this poor kid. Kane Lavos decided then and there, he would never again let someone point a blaster at him. He found it decidedly unpleasant. "Oh look, two little Republic boys, ready to rush off to serve your corrupt government, isn't that swell? Well uh-huh, aint going to happen worms. Even under the rubble, our Rebellion lives on! The Seperatist Confederacy is the only way for the galaxy!" Lavos allowed his hand to drop from the childs as he took a step toward the slightly corpulant twi-lek half trapped under the rubble, who still aimed an unsteady blaster, now on Kane. "You don't want to do you that friend. This boy's lost his parents, no need to cause more death today." "Oh? There isn't is there? I suppose we should all go back to live in some peaceful happy dancing world huh?" the alien's manic face turned to pure malevolence as brain tails quivered wildly. "Well forget it boy, this is the real world, and it is about time you played by the grown up rules. Palpatine is going down, one way or the other!" Kane felt the anger rise up, but he quashed it. Surely this...thing had some sembalance of honour left in him. Some shreds of humani...no. Of course it wouldn't. But maybe it still had the common decency sapience bestowed on all her creatures. "Friend, we are all trapped, please. Spare the child, put down the blaster, and I'll help us all get out. We can live through this. Just don't harm the child, he has already been through far too much...please..." "Please! Please! Please!" the Twi'lek spat at the ground near his feet. "Listen to you whinging like some pale merchant women! You truly are a son of Palpatine's Republic aren't you?" Aiming the blaster at the young child once more, he pulled the trigger and burnt a neat little hole into the younglings chest. Kane felt a scream that never came, his neck hoarse from all the pain and suffering that suffocated him in the room. The child's eyes lolled up into the back of it's head as a slow whimper, a single sob, escaped it's lips as the body tumbled to the dusty ground like so much death. Kane felt time slow. From within him, deep down, something that had been straining snapped, and he felt all his anger soak into every muscle of his body, and transform from the hot angry volcano in his chest, to a cold, icy assuredness that pumped through every vein. "There, once less recruit for his army. As for you boy, I suppose you want to join your mewing toddler in the next world eh? I bet you..." Kane let the Twi'Lek continue his rhetoric, not hearing the words, nor seeing the blaster. Some unknown organs began to churn within him, something not quite human stirred in his breast, and suddenly the room was full of the most terrifying, oppressive malevolence, and Kane stood amongst the storm untouched. The Twi'lek must of felt it, because he had stopped talking. He looked at Kane with a mixture of horror and befuddlement, the blaster quavering to the side for a moment. Kane snarled an animal cry and kicked it out of the aliens hand. The grubby, wretched alien. The stinking alien. the murderous, thieving, villianous alien. "You loathsome scum." The alien reared up a hand and seemed to moan out a helpless plea of clemancy. "Mercy? You want mercy alien? You just murdered a human boy! A good boy, who's only crime was the pain of losing his parents! Do you know how it feels to lose your parents to you BASTARDS?" His hands were lashing out and striking the twi'lek before he knew it, he was atop him, hammering at his shoulder with a rock, smashing it into a bloody pump until his limb was unrecognisable as the source of the howling terror from the prone twi'lek. "Alien Scum! Murdering bastard!" He plucked the blaster from nowhere and began to club the twi'lek with it, again and again striking him, feeling the anger pulse through his veins like a coyling, rewarding nectar. He had never felt so alive. He was an instruement of vengeance, avenging the fallen, avenging the boy whose name he didn't even have time to know, avenging the boys parents, avenging his own... Again, and again, and again, and again... He stopped, through exhaustion more than anything else, as he rolled to his side and sobbed quietly for more time than he could count. Hunger and thirst kicked in his automative mind, for the other was curled still in a ball, unfathoming of what had come to pass, the cruelty of the twi'lek, or most of all, the red, stringy paste that Kane had reduced him to. He had crawled away from it, not caring where he went, just crawling and crawling. He found the source of the light, and grimly pulled himself through the hole, caving his way up to the sounds above. He emerged into Chaos. Shots could still be heard being fired in the distance, and Police had finally appeared everywhere. People clambered from wreckage everywhere, whilst still elsewhere people clambered in to effect rescues on those still trapped. He might of gasped at the true magnitude and size of the devestated area, but his mind had closed of all emotive input. He saw some police catch his eye, and slowly slinked off into shadow. He didn't want to be found, because...well, if they found him. He realised there and then, that he had killed someone, killed them with his bare hands, and he felt nothing. No regret, no concern. His mind had already justified the how and why, and was ready for him to come with it into whatever lay beyond. He tried to wipe the blood from his dusty hands on the ragged shreds of his shirt, but he only managed to get the blood on more of his person. Stumbling, he finally came to rest in an alley where only a few figures seemed to lurk, and just as quickly leave. He lay there, his back to the wall, trying to fathom what to do next. Home, Safety, clean, friends... Sil! Laura! Laura... He stood, his weakness dissolved as he tried to right the fuzzy images his brain was recieving from the muddled sensory systems still answering to his beck and call. He jogged back out and into the throng of people. "Hey you! Son, are you alright?" A paramedic was seemingly next to him in an instant, looking him over. "I'm okay..I'm..the blood it's not mine. My arm is a bit numb, that's all." Kane replied distractedly, looking around the others for any sign of his friends. Hopeless. It was hopeless. Thousands were milling about, and probably more were hidden under the rocks. "Well I think we should get you to a med centre anyway, can you walk?" Kane shook his head adamantly. "I'm fine, but I need to find my friends, I need to--" "Not right now, your coming in to get checked." The paramedic put a hand to the small of his back, and tried to lead him away. Kane closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the air to flow in and out and carry with it his frustration. Again, he seemed to impose his will on the area around him, feel power and command into his presence and voice. "Let me go, and get someone who can help me find those I need to find." His eyes leveled at the now frowning paramedic. "Now." The paramedic nodded slowly. "Alright, if you think you'll be okay. Captain Dravid!" He turned to a dark skinned man who stood nearby. "Yes?" the figure answered. "This man here is in search of some VIPs who were lost. Can you assist?" The Captain nodded, then sized up Kane for a moment. Kane stared right back emotionlessly, waiting for the inevitable disbelief. It didn't come. "Very well than my boy, who are you searching for?" Kane walked over to the Captain at his terminal and began to write down detailed descriptions of both Laura and Sil. To his hidden surprise, before he knew it he had two troopers escorting him to the processing ring to help him search. It was in that moment, the dried blood of some foolish alien still on his hands, that Kane Lavos decided that being in control was the only way to have power over the world. The only way to stay safe, and to keep your friends safe. And as he looked at the delighted face of Laura standing next to Sil Dugal, having found them both safe and sound together, he swore to himself that nothing else could matter more. If this galaxy demanded that it be controlled...than control it he would. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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AdmiralZaarin Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 1/16/04 1:42am Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1
	PoT, your story is amazing. It utterly surpasses some actual printed literature I've read. Keep up the bloody good work, mate. You won't be able to interweave IBoP into this...or will you? -----signature----- "You filthy...Zaarin." -Nithrak
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 1/21/04 1:09am Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1
	No, I'm trying to keep this in keeping with Canonical chronology (excepting a few cameo's by other WOTGers) bar the epilogue. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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Amphistaff-Chuck Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 2/10/04 8:04pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1 - Date Edited: 2/15/04 10:14am (1 edits total) Edited By: Amphistaff-Chuck
	Good work, good work. I'll get you the proof-read copy within the next week. ...I hope. -----signature----- Never argue with idiots They just bring you down to their level And then beat you with experience That's my fanfic below http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=1
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Yun-Yuuzhan Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 3/1/04 7:43pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1
	Hopefully you'll have a few more minutes a week to write now that you're demoted. Not that you'll use it for that purpose, but nonetheless, here's to hoping you will. -----signature----- War of the Galaxies - Todesfuge by Amphistaff-Chuck http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=72 In an Imperial State of Mind by Protege-of-Thrawn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11862555&page=1
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DarthSikle Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 7/11/04 4:58pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1 - Date Edited: 7/11/04 6:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthSikle
	Very good!! I haven't posted at the TFN for quite awhile, but I still remember this story. -----signature----- I also post on "Trollkingdom.com", "Wordforge.net" and "TrekBBS.com" under the same user name
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darth_nemisis Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 9/10/04 12:23pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1
	That was good! I hope you have an update coming! -----signature----- ~Dark Lord - Acolytes of Darkness (SWC)~ My new homepage! http://www.aaronnemisis.com !~!~stormBoards now available~!~! http://stormboards.aaronnemisis.com/
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 12/12/04 2:17am Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED: 1/1
	Update! A Summer tempest Coruscant was a predominantly climate controlled monstrosity, carefully monitored by orbital mirrors and a million scientific observation and control stations that treated each and ever fluctuation as a potential for ruin. Monotony was a virtue to these silent warriors of atmospheric peace, and the violent storms that sometimes bested even their best predictions the grand battles which they fought - seemingly in vain - to one day end. That they had never quite succeeded - yet still felt determined to try - spoke of their undying loyalty to a singular pursuit, a perfection of science whose ultimate boon would be less annoyed pedestrians on the galaxies capital. How pathetic the mewing triumphalism of such people is next to true measures of greatness. Was the first thought to coalesce in the mind of Kane Lavos, as he looked over some of the machinery laid in front of him, half-listening to the excited chatter of their tour guide who outlined the superiority of the new Roon-Ex 5001 predictive modeller compared to their previous equipment. The thought died unspoken though, as he decided with resignation that his companion - Laura Wheatley - would just as quickly shoot it down with her own logically well-founded moralism. Yet without the small successes of the small heroes, the society upon which giants bestride themselves soon crumbles; and the giants along with it. A childhood of companionship with both Laura and the other close friend in this school group tour - Sil Dugal - had made reading them as easy as the atmospheric science quiz they'd be forced to endure after this tedious tour was completed. Kane found himself almost distractedly taking in small details unrelated to the tour. The lady at the bench to the left held her mug of caf in her left hand with a forcefully crooked wrist, indicating she wasn't used to such a grip. This was confirmed a moment later as she picked up a holoscribe and began jotting notes into her datapad. The gentleman across from her was making a show of opening the latest Corsucant News Hourly bulletin whilst his eyes darted past the monitor to observe the great deal of leg showing in the aforementioned ladies profile. Lavos noted with a smile that she was not unaware of his attention, and seemed to orientate herself to best arouse further attention. The inner workings of the adult mind were still at times a mystery to the still young Kane Lavos. He felt himself more in control of his hormonal drives then most, but secretly admitted that there are times when even the most controlled human must succumb to the primal nature of existence. He hoped with further experience to contain such unmoderated weakness, but was too much a pragmatist to dwell on problems not yet arisen. Laura turned and smiled at his seeming introspection, grabing his gaze and rolling her eyes pointedly. So I'm not the only one suffering through this. Blessed be the stars for companions like these. "How about you pull one of those 'my daddy is a senator' tricks and get this enlightening school tour cut regrettably short?" mumbled his friend Sil Dugal, who had advanced from the rear of the dozen or so students to lean over Kane's shoulder to intone his half-joking request. Pausing for a moment as if in consideration, Kane nodded to the third of their trio. "You know, I'm not the only one around here who could employ just such tactic. Why not muscle in on miss pure-as-snow over there?" "And steal your thunder as alpha-male of our pack? I've studied biological psychology just as much as you my friend, I know my place as friendly helper side-kick." He almost cheerfully swiped up a paperweight from a desk as they passed, picking a moment when no one was looking. "This will look good in my study at home." Lavos' expression soured. "I wasn't aware I had been elected alpha-male, nor was it made clear we were some uncivilised herd of pack animals. Were we such, your plan would hardly have a chance of working, would it?" Dugal turned the corner and almost groaned too loudly as the guide stopped again to point out with swelling pride how efficent the ionisation monitors had been working since his inception as Deputy to the Chief-Manager of Climate Maintenance. "Sometimes Kane-o, the simpliest of beasts can outwit the most canny of opponents. Observe, our Grand Poobach climate magician boxing us in even tighter. How about we jettision our cargo now and flee?" "Now now Sil, how will you ever understand the inter-relatedness of tidal forces, humidity and relevance to everyday life if you don't pay closer attention?" "You know I could mutiny for this." "Oh, so you're happy to muscle in on this, but refuse to put the pressure on Laura lest you budge my ego?" "I thought you weren't the Alpha Male, so what's it matter." Lavos narrowed his eyes, and finally relented. Puting a hand up, he caught the guides attention. "Sorry to interrupt, but I found your points on the advancement in storm detection technology fascinating. Could we perhaps find the time for a demonstration of the hand-units?" The guide looked Lavos over, as if assessing the sincerity of this attentive cherub among a throng of bored and hapless students. The desire for a captive audience won out, as he grinned and nodded. "If you all wait here, I'll go and requistion a unit from the front desk. You'll not be dissapointed!" As the guide turned to leave, Sil pumped the air with a fist and allowed a muffled 'whoop' to resonate amongst the group. Laura cocked her head toward Lavos, flicking a bang of blondey-brown hair away from her gaze. "If you were a Jedi, that would be abusing your talents, and worthy of the dark side." Lavos humphed in indignation as he gestured for the nearest walkway. "Were I a Jedi, I would of micromanaged that conflict to the point of failure and given him reason to further persecute our precious minutes of existence into oblivion. Being that I am not, it is no more then an invitation to head to a tapcaf that fails to look too closely at identification age-limits, and dally in the darkside of some stimcaf." "Sweet Novas, I like your boyfriends style!" crowed Sil, as he lead the way of the deserting students to the nearest turbolift, almost outrunning the protests from his two companions. "Whilst we are there, Kane can help me with the core politics essay due tommorrow, Laura can help me with the essay on hermatics of Mon Calamarian Philosophy, and I'll help you both with your hyperdrive physics papers. How's that sound for collusion?" Lavos finally caught up with his friend and sent mock-daggers at him. "Sounds good, but after all that, I might just have to write you a paper on 'why Kane Lavos should not be pushed into doing nasty things to his friends who say rude things about their friends relationships, real or imagined'". Sil shrugged. "I don't know that subject very well. But hey, feel free to teach or preach. I have the rest of the day, and if we get bored, there is always a war on. Maybe they'll have a live broadcast of the Battle skirmish not far from Duro?" They sat not long after, reviewing each others notes and drinking substances that minors on many worlds could be imprisoned for partaking. Dissapointedly, Sil turned form the holoprojector. "Shockball tourament off of Brentaal. No accounting for taste, eh?" Kane suppressed a smile and turned to Laura. "None whatsoever." She nodded a forlorn grin, throwing the papers to the table. "Indeed, indeed...by the core, my mind is blasted. One more year of this and we can finally go on to Coruscant University. Not a moment too soon." Sil threw back his snifter and looked out the window at the streams of traffic that shot past the seeming sunset of their elevation. Further down it would probably be dark by now, and further up still safely in the realm of day. Such was life on Coruscant. "I've been thinking I might join the new Academy Training centre. Either here or the one they are soon to open on Carida." Laura's face darkened. "Why would you do that Sil? You could easily get a place at the academy!" Kane looked at her briefly, before his gaze flicked back to his friend. "You're sure about such a choice?" Sil rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm only thinking about it, nothing final yet. I'd love to go to the University with you guys, but think for a moment. My family are well-off, certainly, but they aren't the same political types as your families, and it isn't a pre-requisite that I go on to be trained and assume some mantle in the universe. I have a degree of freedom, to choose how I live my life." He looked finally back at his friends, his gaze departing the muted colour outside the window. "Like or not, there is a war going on, and despite the strength of the Republic, a cursory glance at a star chart will show you the direction the Seperatists are taking. They could be here within a year or two! I'm handy with a starfighter, good with machinery...hell, I'm no Anakin Skywalker, but I can stand up to a thug just as well as anyone else. We can't keep relying on the strained flow of Clones, as the Chancellor insists. We need to have every citizen share - in his or her way - the responsibility that comes with our hard-won freedom, to preserve Order and bring Justice to those who would deny the same to us. It just feels right." Kane Lavos smiled warmly to his friend. "Then good for you Sil. I think it's an excellent path to take." Sil nodded thanks at his friends support, and clinked glasses, before looking to Laura. "And your thoughts Miss Wheatley? Do I choose the righteous path?" She pursed her lips and attempted a tight smile. "You know I love you Sil, and want you to be happy in whatever you do. It's just the War, you know? It's a disgusting thing that's happening out there, and even the Jedi are having a rough time of i-" "Only themselves to blame, if one were to be less sympathetic to Jedi excuses." mumbled Kane, almost to himself. Laura pointedly ignored him and continued. "What I'm saying Sil, is that we all need to keep perspective of what this War is doing to us. Doing to our civilisation. I trust you can do that Sil, and perhaps even bring some of that to any people you serve with. Just do what you believe is right." Kane, somewhat chagrined by her silence, nodded enthusiastically. "Good advice really. Do what you believe is right." Sil grinned, his cheeks warm with confidence after the support of his closest companions. "No matter what the universe throws at us, I think that, is something none of us should have any problem in staying true to. Thanks guys. I'll be seeing you all later." With that, he got up, gathered his books, mock saluted them both, broke out into another grin and turned to head back home. Kane put some credits down on the holopad of their waiter droid and stood, gathering his own books, before offering a hand to Laura to help her up. "You are right of course, about the War changing some people." he offered, almost as concilliation for his previous rudeness. "But as in Sil's case, change can be for the better. He's a loyal and true friend - always has been - but now is also a fierce defender of the ideals of our Republic, a committed citizen. We as a community are polarised together by our hardship, and our best qualities can come to the fore." She favoured him with a loving smile, and reached out to give his hand a squeeze. "You're right Kane, I agree on both points, but what your missing is crucial. As much as this war can bring out our best, it can bring out our worst. Especially out on the front line. Do you think our ideals matter a cred to the soldiers huddling in fear from heavy fire? It makes animals out of us, even the Jedi, who no matter your opinion of them now, have stood as staunch defenders of our 'ideals' for uncounted millennia." Kane considered her point as he rounded a corner, keying a moving rampway to take them up a few levels to the walkway that would take them to the senatorial residential districts. "That's why it is crucial people like Sil take positions of responsibility though. If not for people like the Chancellor holding things together, Jedi like Skywalker and Kenobi commanding and fighting our legions, our parents working hard to weed out the corruption in our own backyard, we might fall prey to the darker parts of our psyche. But with examples to follow, we shine. We transcend our humanity to inspire lesser species to achieve." Laura looked troubled. "You shouldn't talk like that." "Like what?" "Lesser species. You know as many of the kids in our class as I do, not all non-humans are lesser. In fact, some are far from it." "You haven't heard that Bothan Krey-li pontificate about his species self-importance. Any race that dwells on such foolish matters of propriety deserves nothing less then scorn." She shook her head almost as if in exhaustion, finally nodding, if not in acceptance, but defeat. "Hate clouds our judgement." Kane considered that for even longer then last time. "True, emotions as a whole have such a talent. But it is hard, you must admit, to see the Seperatist ranks swelled with alien fiefdoms trying to take from the Core what has been built up over centuries. Our civilisation is rich with the unified efforts of all species under the guiding eye of humanity, not resentment floating up or down the lines. The Chancellor outlines the difference between such observations and true bigotry on his recent 'reflections on society and government'. You should read it, it is a great legacy left by a great man." Laura keyed the next doorway as they entered a building adjacent to theirs. "If he ever leaves." Kane frowned. "What do you mean? Of course, we don't want him to leave whilst we are under such threat, and even if we weren't, who would replace him? He is a leader that comes once in a generation. Perhaps longer. He has done so much for our society..." "Indeed, ever so much. In fact, he might not ever have to leave at this rate!" Kane frowned. "You say that like it is a bad thing .Why deny a great man his due?" "It's undemocratic." "Democracy worked well during the Naboo crisis. Who knows what fate would of befallen such a grand world of culture at the hands of the Trade Federation if not for the bravery of Queen Amidala and her cohorts? Not to mention the Chancellors guiding hand through the mire and corruption in the senate? His reforms heal a fractured galaxy and streamline the apparatus that governs it." Laura darkened. "So you would have us suffer the 'benevolence' of your despot for the sake of efficency?!" Lavos shrugged indifferently, a smile tugging at his mouth. "If it works." Laura squinted at him, then turned and sighed, punching an address into the turbocar, preparing to wait for one that was available. "You know, most of all I think you've changed Kane." He favoured her with a warm smile. "How so?" "Ever since we got caught in that terrorist hit on the entertainment district - did I ever properly thank you for that? No? Well I should, you really probably saved us in there - but ever since then, you've had this...aura about you. You are so in control of yourself, you're a real leader." He blinked in surprise. "Wow. Thanks, I mean, that is a compliment no? Leadership isn't on the path to the darker heart of humanity?" She gave his shoulder a playful punch, then grabbed his other hand in hers. "No, it is a compliment, and a well earnt one as well. I only worry that sometimes you look too little at what the Chancellor says and too much at what he does. In a leader, as I'm sure you'll become, perhaps more perspective is warranted?" He furrowed his brow. "Hey, I'm the one advising you to read more of his works. Now I'm not paying enough attention to what the Chancellor says?" "It's not just the chancellor. It's the view that an ends will justify any means neccessary. What use is order if we sacrifice our individualism to obtain it? What price peace if we abandon all freedom to achieve it? What of the moral implications of our desperate bids for survival?" "As a future leader, I take your words under advisement." he interjected, trying to bring some levity to the situation. She smiled her appreciation at his attempt, and turned to the arriving car. "Well, until tommorrow morning young Master Lavos. I take it you'll be at class?" He tried to feign disinterest. "Oh I don't know, my father might be busy trying to grill me on ettiquitte for the weekend engagement in the Gardens. It is such a busy life." She stuck her tongue out at him and relaxed into a big hug. Returning the hug, Lavos felt truly blessed to have friends such as Laura and Sil. As she stepped away into the car, Kane Lavos was left with an injustice of the universe that crept, slowly but surely, up into his awareness. I was almost inclined to reach down and kiss her just then. Not even he, was immune to the fluctuating temptress of passion. He needed more control. Even so, Laura was a good friend, and he was at the age where appreciation of other qualities should be running wild... Shaking his head, he turned and left for home. He had a lot to study up on, as he had said. He needed more control. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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Yun-Yuuzhan Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 1/4/05 7:31pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED:12/1
	I shall read this passage of yours and post a comment regarding it in the near future. LITERACY IS FUN! YAY! -----signature----- War of the Galaxies - Todesfuge by Amphistaff-Chuck http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=72 In an Imperial State of Mind by Protege-of-Thrawn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11862555&page=1
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Yun-Yuuzhan Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 1/5/05 4:56pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED:12/1
	I read the latest installment as I pledged. Aside from the standard grammatical and spelling errors that are to be expected and I have come to forgive, it is a worthy piece. Not terribly compelling or exciting, but that would have been a faulty decision considering the event this chapter follows. Continue with the quality and the lack of quantity shall be of no matter. -----signature----- War of the Galaxies - Todesfuge by Amphistaff-Chuck http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11624936&replies=72 In an Imperial State of Mind by Protege-of-Thrawn http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11862555&page=1
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 1/5/05 5:32pm Subject: RE: In an Imperial State of Mind: The story of Kane Lavos. (A post-TPM/AU/Imperial Fic) UPDATED:12/1
	I thank you for such thoughtful forgiveness. The Primary school I went to had a literacy program that began (and ended) in Grade 6 with an annual storywriting competition. (Which inncidently, I won with a rubbish story about my classmates and I running a police station that beat criminals by rolling bombs at them, just to give you an insight into the standard of 'quality') That I can read or write at all I sometimes count as a blessing. Despite that, I'll endevour to better edit future installements to reflect my improving grasp of the English language. Another update to come soon. (I hope!) -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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