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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 4/25/04 1:34pm Subject: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) Updated 7-02 - Date Edited: 7/1/04 9:44pm (3 edits total) Edited By: -Z-
	I got a lot of comments about Grant and Thix reminding people of Hawkeye and Trapper from MASH, and this story is sort of a nod to that reference. In the fourth season of that show there's an episode called "Hawkeye" in which Pierce suffers a concussion from a jeep accident and can't communicate with the locals who help him, so he talks to himself while waiting for help. You might notice some very similar parallels in this story. I liked that episode because it revealed so much about the background of the character, and that's the same thing I'm going to aim for here. ----- Title: Thix Characters: Thix Barkon, Fiela Pi'ro Era: Ep. IV Genre: humor, adventure, drama Rating: PG ----- "Mama! Mama! There's a human man outside and he's sleepin' in the yard!" The high-pitched voice of the young Bothan child woke her mother from her light nap. She stirred, blinking to clear her eyes, and smiled. "And what is the man doing sleeping in our yard?" she asked, believing this to be one of her daughter's games. "Bleedin'," said the child, picking up one of her toys and turning it over in her hands. "And sittin' in a chair." "Well, let's tell that man to go away before he bleeds on the flowerbeds, shall we?" asked the mother, grabbing her daughter's hand and pulling her towards the door to their small, two-room home. She opened the door--it was an old, simple hinge-type--and gasped, putting a hand to her chest. There really was a man in their yard--unconscious and bleeding from a nasty cut to the forehead. He was strapped into an ejector chair, the chute torn and fluttering in the afternoon breeze. There was no sign of the ship he had been flying. From the chute, the mother deduced he had been in a bad enough scrape to damage the repulsors on the chair. Usually, ejector chairs used the repulsor system to land nicely without the help of an ancient device such as a parachute. The chute would deploy only if the chair itself was damaged in some way. And the landing had been rough--a divot had been torn out of the yard meters away. It seemed the chair had hit, then bounced and rolled into its present position. The man in the chair groaned softly. "Go back inside, dear, and play in the bedroom while mama helps the nice man," she said, patting her daughter on the back. "O-tay," said the child quietly, wandering back into the house. The Bothan woman watched until her daughter disappeared inside, and then ran over to the unconscious human. She tilted his head back and felt his pulse. It was strong, but erratic and shocky. She worked quickly but carefully, undoing each of the straps holding him into the chair. The jolting shook the man awake, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around weakly, and then vainly tried to help the Bothan woman unstrap him from the seat. She brushed his weak gestures aside and finished releasing him. She lifted him, and he rose unsteadily to his feet, holding onto the chair with one hand and the woman's arm with the other. "That's a nice cut you've got there. Probably you have a few bruised ribs from those straps, and a concussion from the blow to the head. The cut might need stiches--we don't have a bacta tank out here," the woman explained. "I'm Fiela. Fiela Pi'ro. Do you have a name?" The man looked at her blankly for a moment. He shook his head and tried to shrug, but winced instead at the pain in his chest. "Oh. Sorry, didn't know you didn't speak Bothan. I tried to keep up with Galatic Basic but out here not many people speak it. I just slipped back into Bothan over the years," Fiela explained, then laughed. "Why am I telling you? You can't understand." She set the man down in a chair in the main room of the house. He settled into it with a sigh. Fiela swept away to the cabinets embedded in the wall and began removing what few medical supplies she had. Behind her, the man said something in Basic. Fiela recognized the language, but the words were fuzzy to her. It sounded like thank you. "Thank you," Thix said, clearing his throat. He was thirsty, and he felt very strange. He remembered coming in the door to this house--seemed like moments ago--but it could have been hours. He couldn't seem to hold a thought for more than a second or two. And the pain in his chest was killing him. "I think I have a bruised rib or two. Or ten. Or all of them. Can't tell." The Bothan woman didn't answer, and Thix let his gaze sweep the house. It was humble and spartan. There was a table, two chairs, a divan against a wall, and a few pieces of old field equipment--a generator, a patchwork treadwell unit, and a moisture vaporator chassis. No radio or communication equipment. "I should probably try to get in touch with my friends," Thix said. "They probably think I bought the farm. You wouldn't happen to have a com unit stashed away in here, would you? Or maybe an airhopper? Landspeeder? No? Well, that figures." Thix rose unsteadily to his feet, limping over to a window and peering at the ejector seat outside. "Boy, it looks like I had a rough landing. I wish I could remember. Last thing I do remember is punching out. Thank the Force I was in atmosphere when I did it, too, or I'd be sucking space right now. No flightsuit, see?" Thix said, holding up an arm. He was wearing inconspicuous civilian clothing. "If I had punched out in space, I wouldn't be here right now to enjoy all this wonderful pain." He looked back over at the woman, but she was busy with her supplies. "The silent treatment, eh?" Thix said. "We men say we hate it, but we're lying." He laughed, but got nothing by way of reply. "Oh, right, I forgot introductions. I know a couple words in Bothan--I think you mentioned names earlier but I was too zonked to pay attention," Thix said. He walked over to the woman and pointed at himself. "Thix. Thix Barkon." The Bothan woman smiled, then pointed at herself. "Fiela Pi'ro." "Well, now that we've met, I can go back to being in pain," Thix said, grinning. Suddenly his grin turned into a grimace. "Ow!" He pulled back, rubbing his forearm. It was red where Fiela had gotten him with the injector pistol she held in her hand. "You could have warned me, you know!" Thix said, still rubbing. "Oh. Oh, yeah. That's much better," he said, as the narcotic began to take effect. Instead of stinging pain, he just felt a warm numbness in his chest. "Well, that takes care of problem one. Problem two is how to get out of here." Thix let Fiela guide him back to the chair. She began to clean the cut on his forehead. "I had a flight instructor who always said that the easiest way to solve any problem was to go back to the root of your training, because you'd find the beginning of any problem in the basics. Nice guy. Runs a landspeeder shop on Dantooine now. Are those stitches? I hope you know how to sew, because I sure don't. I'd end up stitching my hand to my head. I'd be in a permanent salute. It would be kind of handy around base, I suppose." A thought seemed to occur to him, and he tried to stand quickly, but was pushed back down by Fiela. "Those Imperials probably got my crash vector. They could be on their way here right now! Or they could be heading a hundred miles away, if they didn't get a good look. I suppose it would be too much to hope one of our guys saw me on my way down. I was shot down by a TIE patrol, you know. Had my cover blown. Wasn't supposed to happen that way. There wasn't supposed to be any shooting at all, then, bam! Shot from behind. They could have a landspeeder on the way here now. Couple of squads of stormtroopers, with blaster rifles and grenades--yeah, that's my kind of luck." Suddenly nervous, Thix looked up at the Bothan. "Say, I don't suppose you can stitch real fast-like, can you? I have this attachment to my body. I don't want it to come unattached from my arms and legs--you know?--and Sith knows how long we've got all peaceful and quiet like this before the cavalry shows up and ruins the holiday." -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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DARTH2-D2 Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 4/25/04 4:01pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama)
	interesting, good concept, keep it up -----signature----- I have found her, she does exist after all. My Angel, She hides her wings well. Light is her hand, darkness turns away. Tomorrow is hope, she bares that promise. She said yes, life grows inside her.
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 5/12/04 9:05am Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama)
	I remember seeing that episode of MASH, though it's been a while. Thix's lines were great, as always. I think my favorite was "Well, now that we've met, I can go back to being in pain," Thix said, grinning. I'm looking forward to reading more of this--it's an intriguing concept, and I'm sure we'll learn a lot about Thix. Besides, I'm sure he'll have a bunch of great lines with the potentially large amount of dialogue. -Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel, _Stranger Than Fiction_ "Adamantine"--Rebel OC vig http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30390799
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JediSolo13 Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 5/12/04 2:21pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama)
	Great stuff! Looking forward to more. -----signature----- "YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE! "- Obi-Wan Kenobi R.I.P Anakin Solo May the Force Be With You I tried to create the future. But instead it created me. And I was trapped by it Paul Atreides
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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/17/04 5:48pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama)
	Thix was leaning up against the window in the small house again, peering out nervously. "By the Sith, I wish you had a communicator here. I really need to get in touch with my pals. Wait! I thought I heard a landspeeder. Did you hear a landspeeder?" he asked, glancing over at Fiela. She was replacing her supplies, facing away from him. He sighed. "Ah, well. Probably just my imagination anyway. Wouldn't be the first time that's gotten the better of me." He laughed, slapping his hand on the windowsill. Fiela glanced up at the noise. "I was with my buddy Jock on this night-infiltration mission. It was just an exercise--we were out in the jungle, all painted up, really ridiculous-looking getup if you see it in daylight. Worthless exercise, too. Some bonehead brass gets it in his shorts to have these 'performance evaluations'. So there we are, out in the middle of the jungle, it's pitch black and they didn't issue us any nightgoggles. So we're stumbling around and we're trying to locate and destroy the 'enemy supply convoy' before the 'enemy' destroys ours. The 'convoy' was just some poor sap riding around in a speeder all night trying not to fall asleep while he's playing target. Piece of proverbial cake, right? Right." Thix picked up a cup and slid it slowly across the tabletop, illustrating. "So we're in the jungle by an access path and we hear repulsors, so Jock gets set to spring out and I'm drawing a bead on the pilot as the landspeeder comes on in, like this." He pushed the cup as if it were a landspeeder accelerating, whistling a startlingly accurate imitation of repulsors. Across the room came a quiet giggle. Thix glanced up and spotted Fiela's daughter peering across the room at him from behind a partially closed door. "Oh, I didn't know I had an audience. How thrilling! Center stage, miss-don't miss the anecdote on the way over!" Fiela's daughter glanced inquisitively at her mother, who shrugged. "He's a little happy from the medicine I gave him," Fiela said, in Bothan, by way of explanation. "Yeah, what she said," Thix quipped. "I don't bite. Unless you're with the Galactic Empire. And even then, I probably wouldn't bite. I'd shoot, or something. What's the kid's name?" he said, looking over at Fiela. She looked back, expression blank. Thix scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, Sithspit. What was it in Bothan? Name, name...oh! Right! Sarma? Serma?" Fiela looked surprised for a moment. Hearing a word in her own language after hearing so many she didn't understand was oddly disconcerting. She quickly composed herself. "Leira." "Leira, eh? You're what--five? Six, maybe? Fuzzkesh. I can't remember how to say six in Bothan. We'll just assume you're six, to make things easier," Thix said, grinning. Though the child didn't understand a word of what he was saying, he earned a wide smile for his efforts. "So where was I? Oh, right--the landspeeder was coming down the road. And I was aiming at the driver--did I say that already?--when I noticed these shapes following behind it, trying to stay out of sight. So I nudge Jock and point at the shapes. I say, 'Jock--looks like the speeder has an escort. Two, maybe three troops, in the shadows, waiting to ambush.' And Jock, he says to me, 'Thix, we're up against regular infantry. They're not that clever. They're probably off trying to divert our attention somewhere else while their speeder slips past our line unnoticed.' "But I was convinced. I was sure there was something there. And if it was on our side, why didn't it attack the speeder? That didn't make sense. So they must have been the enemy, right? So instead of pegging the pilot of the speeder--thereby winning the wargame--I shoot at the shadows. Bam! Bam! Two hits!" Thix said, rising to his feet and mimicing the action of firing a blaster rifle. Leira seemed highly amused that Thix produced his own sound effects, and giggled, clapping her little hands together. "The speeder pilot hears the shots and takes off. Jock tries to hit him, but misses. I figured, hey, someone else will corner it down the road a bit--at least we got two of their troops. I go running over to see who I got and lo and behold--I've shot two of my own teammates. They were trying to catch up to the speeder to get in a good shot when I pegged them. Lucky for them--and me--it was only an exercise, so my blaster was on a low setting. It only stung 'em. Like welders--I saw a welder around here somewhere, so you must know how they work. They've got different settings. Heat and the like? You know. Just like blasters. But if you turn the setting up too high on a blaster, it'll explode. If you put the setting up too high on a welder, it just melts the Sith out of anything you turn it on. I had a mechanic burn my beacon emplacement on--BEACONS!" Thix said the last so loudly it made both Bothans jump. "That's it! That's how I'll get out of here! I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner!" Thix said, smacking a hand to the side of his head. "My ejector chair has a beacon built into it for search and rescue teams!" Thix tore out of the house and into the yard outside, leaving behind a stunned and confused hostess and her surprised daughter. The ejector chair was still sitting, semi-upright, in the middle of the yard. Thix ran up to it and knelt, reading the small panel of lights on the side. "Sithspit," he moaned. All of the lights were dark, save for one marked 'Auxiliary.' The chair had been badly damaged, and no power ran through it except for the auxiliary battery, which was little more than a pilot light for the chair's systems. He would need to make a few repairs, and there was precious little technology at this particular location to help him out in that regard. -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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Alion_Sangre Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 6/20/04 1:04pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/17 - Date Edited: 6/20/04 1:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Alion_Sangre
	I'd read the first post earlier, I was tracking down some stuff and came across this update. First off, great idea. I loved the old MASH, and while I never saw the "Hawkeye" episode I like the homage and how Thix comes off in this format. I found the comment about the permanent salute particularly funny, not to mention the whole idea of the Bothan kid coming in to say that Thix is in the garden. Why am I not surprised that Thix got a bright idea and pegged what turned out to be his two teammates? Depending on who it was, the post-exercise reaction would have been interesting. Grant for one wouldn't have let go of it for a few months. returns thread to surface above masses of teenybopper canon character fics* -----signature----- BEWARE OF STRESSED NERD Now POSTING: Halberd Squadron - see profile for link. "Gratuitous acts of senseless violence are MY forte!" I've become intolerant of stupidity in my old age.
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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/20/04 8:41pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/17
	{Alion_Sangre - Yeah, for some reason, kids strike me as the type that don't really find things like unconscious Rebels in the front yard as something worth freaking out over. I kind of waited to respond to you so I could bump this without feeling guilty. I'm working on the next part, still. Which is odd, because I'm usually two or three parts ahead of myself. But it's freakin' hard to come up with dialogue in this kind of story! I'll have it up soon. I'm also working on another pair of stories which are slowing me down a little, but keeping me fresh. They'll be a changeup from what I normally post--humor--whereas the two genres being worked on in the background are drama and horror. Heh, heh. -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/22/04 12:31pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/17
	Fiela sat quietly in a folding chair in the front yard of her house, knitting a hole in a shirt, while her daughter ran around on the grass chasing a butterfly and laughing. Thix was intent on the ejector seat, yanking out circuit boards and examining them closely one at a time as he talked half to himself and half to his host. "I've gone over these boards three times now. There's nothing wrong with them. I don't understand. I feel like I'm ten years old again tinkering with the food processor back home. My dad taught me electronics. He and my mom were colonists on Dantooine. They had a farm, but mostly they worked in the speeder garage my dad built near the house. That's where I learned most of this stuff." Thix replaced the circuit board he had been scrutinizing and stood, stretching his back with a sigh. "Bothawui sort of reminds me of Dantooine. It's a little hill-ier, though. I guess it's just memories that make me prefer a flat, quiet, peaceful planet to a bustling developed one. You should see Dantooine in midsummer. The sunlight is never harsh, the sky's a dark blue, and the only sound is the singing of the birds and that quiet whuffing noise that our dewbacks make. The grass is waist-high and, if you sit out in the middle of it, sometimes you can hear the breeze playing a solo concierto on the waving stalks." Suddenly self-conscious, Thix glanced around. "If anyone ever heard me talk about home like that, I'd never hear the end of it. Actually, I don't think I even use words like concierto around people who can understand me. People probably think I'm illiterate. Do you have any scrap wires around here?" Thix asked, switching subjects without missing a beat. Fiela wasn't paying any attention to him. Thix shrugged. "Yeah, I know. I don't think I'm all that interesting, either. He ran over his options once again in his head. Without transportation, he was stuck on this farm. Since there was no long-range communications equipment, he couldn't call for help. And the S&R beacon in his ejector seat was disabled, and he hadn't the foggiest idea about what needed to be fixed. Thix had, however, managed to narrow down the source of the problem in the seat's computer systems. It was simple on the surface: the main power unit had malfunctioned at some point during his landing, cutting out the gyrostabilizers and repulsors. To judge from the distance he had bounced once he hit ground, he believed they had cut out not far from the ground--a stroke of luck. If they had malfunctioned a little higher up, the impact would certainly have killed him. As it was, he simply had a few bruised ribs, a nasty slice to the forehead, and a respectable concussion. "And I probably can't figure out this puzzle because of it," Thix said to himself as he held a hand to the side of his head. "The last time I got a concussion I couldn't remember the combination to my foot locker for a week." He folded his arms and stared silently at the chair for a moment. "I've got an idea. I could try a jump-start. Run some wires from the main power cell to a power unit. Maybe that'll give it the kick it needs to start running again. I'm pretty sure the problem isn't in the circuitry. Mind if I look around for some four-odd gauge wiring?" Fiela was still concentrating on her knitting. Thix had been talking almost incessantly since he awakened, and the Bothan woman had tuned most of it out. Thix took her silence as an affirmative, and wandered the yard. Fiela had amassed a number of odd gadgets and trinkets over the years, as many isolated farms did. There was the bottom half of an R1 unit, but the ancient astromech droids didn't have the type of circuitry or wiring Thix knew he was going to need. He kept looking. Dumped against the side of the house he found a broadcast dish with absolutely nothing left inside. It had long ago been stripped of anything of value. There were common items--tools, durasteel plates--scattered about, but none of them would be of any use. Thix gave up on the yard, and wandered back into Fiela's humble house. He had already taken a mental inventory of the items inside, but decided to give them another shot. The field generator was his best hope--if he could find a way to get a charge from it to the chair he'd be in business. His eyes fell on the defunct treadwell unit sitting next to it. "Hello, little guy," Thix said softly. "How long have you been sitting there?" He knelt next to the droid and ran a hand over it. It came away covered in dust. "A long time, I suppose," he said. He unlatched the maintenance panel and looked inside, expecting to find a cleaned-out housing like the broadcast dish. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to find that most of the droid's circuitry was intact, and in good shape. It looked as if someone had tried to repair the droid, but had gotten stuck somewhere. He poked and prodded around inside and quickly found the problem. The treadwell was missing its brain--a tiny chip that allowed it to process information. As a test, he powered the droid up. The systems started immediately, but the droid didn't move. That clinched it--the little guy needed a nervous system. "Let's see if we can get you moving again," Thix said, standing up and brushing his hands off. His hope was that the treadwell unit would be able to diagnose and correct the problem in the ejector seat and get the beacon broadcasting. Failing that, the maintenance unit might be able to be rigged to carry an electrical charge to the chair to attempt the jump-start. The only problem was the missing chip. Where to find one out here? Barely a moment had passed when Thix's face lit up. "Of course. The astromech," he said. "Treadwell, old buddy, you're going to make me a very happy Rebel." -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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Alion_Sangre Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 6/23/04 2:15pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	Nice collection of lawn ornaments Fiela has - nothing like having a scrap pile available when the equipment's malfunctioning "The last time I got a concussion I couldn't remember the combination to my foot locker for a week." Whoops, better not have him get bonked on the head before trying to remember the authorization code on a ship - can we say SELF-DESTRUCT? -----signature----- BEWARE OF STRESSED NERD Now POSTING: Halberd Squadron - see profile for link. "Gratuitous acts of senseless violence are MY forte!" I've become intolerant of stupidity in my old age.
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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/24/04 8:42pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	Whoops, better not have him get bonked on the head before trying to remember the authorization code on a ship - can we say SELF-DESTRUCT? Not a bad idea for a future story. And I have a kooky idea for the resolution of this one, too. Nothing humorous, just mildly unexpected. -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 6/26/04 11:09am Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	Great updates, Z! It's neat to see so much depth to Thix--everything from his background on Dantooine to his knowledge of "cultured" words like concierto, and even how he's self-conscious about speaking like that around others. Oh, and shooting his own teammates...oops. I loved this line: "He's a little happy from the medicine I gave him." hee hee. Great way to put it. Things are looking up for him now that he found the treadwell unit. Plus, if he can get it up and running, Fiela can get some kind of lasting reward for putting up with the rambling human. Looking forward to more! -Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel, _Stranger Than Fiction_ "Adamantine"--Rebel OC vig http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30390799
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Mjsullivan Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/27/04 5:31am Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22 - Date Edited: 6/27/04 5:36am (1 edits total) Edited By: Mjsullivan
	Hah, wow -Z-, ever since i started reading your stuff i've been wondering why i didn't start earlier. This is all knockout stuff - i love the way you've built these excellent OC's! And while i cant claim to have seen the episodes of MAS*H that everybody has mentioned (forgive the uncultured australian - if it had been an homage to "skippy the bush kangaroo" i'd have spotted it immediately ), I am really enjoying this so far. It's a story that, like alot of your others, rises above the typical stuff you get on boards like this to be a very special fic. It doesnt rely on Jedi masters and sith lords to keep it going, and nor does it involve some re-hashed pairing of two canon characters (which, when i see things like "Obi/obscure handmaiden #12", really irk me). Keep it UP! And incidentally, this marks my 250th post. Go me -----signature----- Working in Darkness - On Hiatus :::::: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/15283754/p1
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-Z- Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/27/04 5:59pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	Thumper09 -- Thanks! I tried to imagine myself explaining to a youngster that someone was basically "high," and couldn't find a more delicate way to put it than that. Yes, I kind of picture Thix as one of those people who will lock himself in a darkened room, crouch in the corner, and listen to classical music, jumping at the slightest sound out in the corridor, mortified that someone will discover his terrible secret. heheh. Mjsullivan -- That's funny, I was actually planning on doing a Skippy the Bush Kangaroo tribute story before I decided to do a MASH piece instead. I hear you about the canon character fics. I must say that I've read a few, and while they aren't up my alley, a lot of them are very well written, and it's obvious a lot of the writers here have a great deal of talent (or at least practiced skill.) To us, it's a shame they don't write OCs. To them, it's a shame we don't write canon. Thanks for the compliments. It means a lot! And grats on reaching 250! In my thread, no less! Groovy. -----signature----- "...Who said anything about slicing you up, man? I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead..." Check profile for stories.
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Tahi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/29/04 2:48am Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	No, no! -Z- you do NOT want to do a Skippy the Kangaroo episode. [Hurriedly lets large Kiwi loose to peck the 'roos.] (Imagines Thix wearing hat with corks hanging down and wrestling crocs!!!! Cringes.) Back on topic. This is great. Cool idea too. I remember that episode. We DID see it in NZ. Are those stitches? I hope you know how to sew, because I sure don't. I'd end up stitching my hand to my head. I'd be in a permanent salute. It would be kind of handy around base, I suppose." LOL Lots of other great lines, too. I'm also enjoying the back story we're getting through the monologue. Leira's reactions are amusing and typically child-like. Good work. Aha! So he's going to butcher his astromech! I wonder what the astromech thinks about that? -----signature----- "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1 Master to THE_PIED_PIPER
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Mjsullivan Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 6/29/04 4:58am Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22 - Date Edited: 6/29/04 5:34am (1 edits total) Edited By: Mjsullivan
	Haha! Tahi: No, no! -Z- you do NOT want to do a Skippy the Kangaroo episode. [Hurriedly lets large Kiwi loose to peck the 'roos.] (Imagines Thix wearing hat with corks hanging down and wrestling crocs!!!! Cringes.) maybe we shouldn't get into an Australia vs NZ war here [just as hurriedly releases the wallabies to wreak havoc on the all blacks ] And i stand by Skippy the Bush Kangaroo so THERE lol, only kidding. You kiwis are good writers, i must admit - i'm currently catching up on 'the mantrusian affair' and enjoying it thoroughly! I'll be in that thread the second i'm caught up to everyone else -----signature----- Working in Darkness - On Hiatus :::::: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/15283754/p1
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Tahi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/1/04 9:41pm Subject: RE: Thix (OCs, adventure, humor, drama) UPDATED 6/22
	maybe we shouldn't get into an Australia vs NZ war here [just as hurriedly releases the wallabies to wreak havoc on the all blacks Aww - okay. LOL - actually truth to say the Wallabies probably WILL slaughter the ABs. [ducks cans of Speights thrown by incensed AB fans] And i stand by Skippy the Bush Kangaroo so THERE Good for you, cobber. Cool - thanks for the nice comments. And up for -Z-'s story. -----signature----- "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1 Master to THE_PIED_PIPER
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