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Fate Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 5/24/04 5:41pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post # 7 up!
	Gina expressed it the best - I approach each post with the fear that it will be the "Red Letter" post. Which means you're doing an incredible job, Kimberley. sighs in disgust I hate war. I really, really do. And it might be selfish when they're so many others, but I don't care - I hope Joram stays safe. Great job. -----signature----- "Lord Sidious promised us a reward! A-a handsome reward!" "I am your reward. You don't find me handsome?" - ROTS WARNING: Only misery lies beyond this link. http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20040924
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/24/04 8:40pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post # 7 up!
	#8 When Keilum was six months old we began to see the first of the rationing policies take effect. The war had a devastating effect on trade routes and soon all the small luxuries we usually took for granted on Naboo were in short supply. My life was a simple one, so the absence of sumptuous fabrics and foods from worlds far away had little impact on our humble household. Then my father had a stroke and my days were filled trying to take care of Keilum and help my mother care for my father. Most of the medical facilities were filled with wounded soldiers, so civilian healthcare began to suffer. Most of us felt it was a small enough price to pay to keep our soldiers healthy. Medicine could not do much for my father in any case, but we could keep him comfortable. Eventually he began to make small improvements. I didn’t hear much news of the war right after my father became ill. But every now and then I would hear of battles on planets that seemed to be closer and closer to Naboo. I often looked up into our gentle blue skies and wondered if Joram was on a transport in the space above Naboo, waiting to defend us if necessary. Letters were becoming less frequent for all of us waiting at home. The Republic did not have ships to spare for the shuttling back and forth of mail. When letters did arrive they would come with a group of wounded soldiers. Joram’s mother volunteered at the medcenter and worked with the soldiers who had injuries so grievous that they had been sent home. She sat with them and provided the maternal comfort that so many of them seemed to crave. For those who did not have family she was the sole bright spot in their long and lonely days of recovery. She would smile gaily for them while she was there and then go home and lock herself in her bedroom and weep. She saw boys barely out of the school room with faces so disfigured that one could barely tell if they were human. There were young men who lost arms and legs that would soon be replaced with cold, metallic imitations. She spoke to older men who had volunteered at a time in their lives when they could have stayed safely at home. But most of all, she saw despair and pain. Red letters and their equivalents kept flowing on every planet of the Republic. Almost every day there would be an encouraging message from Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. Because he was a son of Naboo, it always cheered us here at home to know that such a wise leader was at the helm of the government. His kindly and familiar face encouraged us when we began to feel frustration and hopelessness build in our hearts and spirits. The days seemed to flow together, each of them bearing a remarkable resemblance to the one before and after it. Then a transport of wounded also brought a letter from Joram. My Dearest Merida, Please forgive me this letter, my love, but my very soul is weary and I find I must confide in someone. And who else would I choose but my best friend? So please blame my sheer exhaustion for the tone of this letter. Normally, I would not dream of distressing you with the words that I feel pouring out of me now, but I must my love. I’m not even sure this letter will reach you, but I feel compelled to write it. Feel free to make up polite lies to tell our families when they ask you what I had to say. Gods, I am tired of death and pain. It seems I am surrounded by the groans of dying men the moment I open my eyes and it is the last thing I hear before I fall into a restless sleep at night. My nightmares replay every single death I’ve seen in slow motion for me so I cannot forget. As if I would ever forget! I could live a thousand years and I would never forget the screams I have heard. I will always remember watching the life fade from eyes that were laughing with me over a stupid joke at dinner the night before. My love, you have no idea how I long to find peace in your arms. I yearn to hear the beat of your beloved heart next to me and feel the warmth of your breath caress my flesh. I ache for you, Merida, in every way possible. I close my eyes and I see the gentle sun of Naboo reflecting off the soft, warm color of your hair. I can hear the sweet music of your laughter as I make you giggle with my dirty jokes. You always blush so sweetly when my naughty words embarrass you. I cannot wait to make you blush again, my love. All of us are tired, although there is no word to adequately describe the level of fatigue we are experiencing. We have been to a dozen different planets in the last month alone. When I come home I never want to travel again. Space travel can go to the nine hells of Corellia for all I care. Even Commander Skywalker seems weary of the constant space travel we are forced to endure. And I think that man was born to roam the skies; his name suits him. We have heard that he has been granted a short leave and will return to Coruscant. Perhaps the last mail delivery brought him word of some new medal or commendation that he can add to his already formidable collection. Who knows with a Jedi? We all hope Skywalker doesn’t stay away long. We are afraid that General Idiot will get us all killed. Well, I seem to have bled out some of the poison in my soul. Thank you, my love, for letting me vent and spill the venom that ate at me. Even light years away I can still feel your love and it strengthens me. You have always been my inspiration and the light on my path. I know I sound like an actor in a bad holovid, but these words are true, no matter how clumsily I express them. Hold Keilum for me tonight. Whisper to him of how much I love him. Tell him that his daddy is proud of him already. I can’t believe he has eight teeth already. He’ll be going off to university before we know it. How I hate this war for taking me away from the two of you. I shall never get these years back; I will miss my son’s years as a baby. I resent that loss, my love, I must be honest. I have to end this now if I hope to get it on the transport headed to Naboo. I love you, Merida, more than ever. Think of me tonight and imagine me holding you as you sleep. Look at our moons and think of all the nights we will spend looking at them together once I get home. Yours Always, Joram -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Mjsullivan Registered: Dec '03	Date Posted: 5/25/04 6:08am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #8 up!
	Vader, everything you touch seems to turn to gold. I dont often read stories of love and relationships, but this one is really good. A big A+ for using OC's instead of shipping two of the canon characters!!!!!!! I'll come back and post some more when i've read them more thoroughly - as it is, i have to run! Great story Vader! -----signature----- Working in Darkness - On Hiatus :::::: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/15283754/p1
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/25/04 7:14am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #8 up!
	Oh, no. His last letter was so sad, as if he is losing hope. I wonder what effect it will have on Merida? Sad, but excellent, post. -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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LukesTheMan Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/25/04 11:46am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #8 up!
	My nightmares replay every single death I’ve seen in slow motion for me so I cannot forget. As if I would ever forget! I could live a thousand years and I would never forget the screams I have heard. I will always remember watching the life fade from eyes that were laughing with me over a stupid joke at dinner the night before. Thought this was especially touching. I liked seeing all of the events through the eyes of an original character. Good job! But, I really hope you let Joram and Merida and their son survive all this. It doesn't look promising though, does it? Great job! -----signature----- Of Metal and Flesh http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19859245 Empty Vessel http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19744934 Proud Master to Annika_Skywalker
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/25/04 12:40pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #8 up!
	#9 The last letter from Joram had depressed me. Not because of his words so much as the fact that he felt he had to write them. Things must have been terrible for him to actually commit his fears to paper. I could do no more than pray for his safe return and that he would not be too shattered by what the war had done to him. As the months passed we civilians found the war affecting our daily life more and more. Luxuries had long been scarce, but for the first time we began to find that some of the “necessities” of life were in short supply as well. The only products we could count on with any sort of reliability were those produced here on Naboo. We were lucky in that our planet had always provided generously for us and so no one went hungry, although we did get tired of shaak meat in all forms, zimmer roots, and shuura fruit. But whenever I grumbled as I sat down to the all too familiar meal I would scold myself for not being grateful that there was plenty of food to put on our table. I shuddered to think of the poor souls on the more desolate planets. What would they eat there? Keilum continued to grow and thrive. His first word was indeed father, and I made sure to write Joram right away and tell him. I knew he didn’t get all of my letters, but it comforted me to write them and send them. I always sent each one off with my love and a prayer for his safe return. I continued to listen to the news, hoping to hear information about Joram’s unit, but as time went on the reports were much more chaotic and inevitably turned out to be only half truths. The simple fact was no one could really tell us what was going on, because there were too many things happening at once to keep them straight. One of the biggest shocks for all of us on Naboo was when our senator, Amidala, suddenly relinquished her seat in the senate and retired abruptly to Naboo. She did not make any more public appearances, fueling speculations as to the reason. We never did find out, but many wondered what about the war had caused her to leave politics so suddenly. I saw her one more time, but it was not in any public forum. The committee of ladies who visited each bereaved home soon found that their work was never done. The red letters arrived in droves after the Battle of Raxus Prime and there didn’t seem to be a street on all of Naboo that was not draped in the solemn red ribbons that signified death. Too many women of Naboo wore a small red medallion, which soon became a symbol of a loved one lost in the wars. More women wore them than did not, and I began to feel guilty when I still was able to walk around unencumbered by the weight of that mournful bit of medal. I finally got another letter from Joram just before Keilum’s first birthday. My Dearest Merida, I have gotten your letters, most of them at least. I cannot believe that Keilum’s first word was father. You put him up to it, didn’t you? I can picture you repeating it over and over again until the poor boy heard it in his sleep. He probably said it only so you would stop annoying him. I love you for it! I was so sorry to hear about your father, I hope he is continuing to make a full recovery. I also hope that your medical care there on Naboo will get better, but with the casualties we seem to hear about on a daily basis, I think that the military demands on healthcare will not diminish but increase with time. We have a new general now, the pompous old windbag who didn’t know squat about anything managed to get himself killed. I know I should regret the loss of his life, but I deeply feared that his incompetence would get us all killed before he had the sense to die himself. Even Commander Skywalker seemed hard put to tolerate the man and if looks could kill, the good general would have been dead long ago. Anyway, back to the new general, another famous name from Naboo’s past, my love. None other than Obi-Wan Kenobi now commands our troops! I would have thought that Commander Skywalker would be thrilled to have his former master by his side, but I fear that is not the case. There is an odd tension humming between the two men, which makes life rather uncomfortable for us lowly troops. I think what we have is a case here of two very gifted men both wanting to run the show. It should make things interesting. General Kenobi is a wise leader; rather quiet as is usually the case with the Jedi (our Commander Skywalker being an obvious exception) and treats us well. He does not “fraternize” with us as does Skywalker but is friendly nevertheless. Varik likes him very much and does not seem put off by his reserved manner. Speaking of Varik, he has continued to be a valuable friend. We share whatever we have now, which is little enough to speak of. He has a generous heart and a brave spirit. You would love him, and I hope that he will come to visit us on Naboo someday. He has invited us to visit him on Tatooine, but it doesn’t sound all that inviting. Apparently, it is a desert planet and slavery is quite rampant there. Can you believe it? I didn’t think slavery still existed in the galaxy. Well, my love, I must end this here if I hope to make it to the transport. I love you and miss you more with each passing day, although it doesn’t seem possible. Take care of yourself and Keilum; you are all that is valuable to me. I have come to realize that possessions mean little if you don’t have a family to share them with. War tends to strip away the niceties, leaving you with only the bare and minimum essentials. One of those is love, and you are mine. May the gods watch over both of you. Yours Always, Joram -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/25/04 2:55pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #9 UP! - Date Edited: 5/25/04 2:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Gina
	Hmmm...So Obi-Wan is there with Anakin, and there is tension between them. That can't be good for the troops under their command. Yea! His first word was father. That had to mean a great deal to Joram. -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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returnofthejeni Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 5/25/04 2:59pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #9 UP!
	I just found this and wow. I love your OC's and the letters from Joram are beautifully written. I can't wait for the next one!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/26/04 6:07am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier - Post #9 UP!
	#10 Keilum was now a year old, but life continued in much the same way. Then one day the front door was flung open and in stepped an exhausted Joram. I threw myself into his arms and covered his rather dirty face with kisses in between my questions. How long was he home? Why did he not send word? He laughed as he spun me around and promised he would give me my answers as soon as I stopped kissing him. I kissed him again for good measure. Joram stepped over the comfortable chaise in the corner and sat down on it, pulling me into his lap. Then it was his turn to kiss me and make me forget what I had been asking about. Finally, we both pulled back to regain our breath. “Commander Skywalker ordered a special leave for us. We were near Naboo and he brought us home for a bit,” Joram shrugged, his feelings at being home, albeit temporarily, robbing him of his usual witty words. “He came with you?” I asked, idly curious. “Yes, he’s made his way to the government facilities I’m sure,” Joram replied as he nuzzled my neck. Keilum was conveniently down for his nap and soon Joram and I had better things to think about than Commander Skywalker. We left him happily to his own devices and started to celebrate our reunion. Hours later, after Joram and I had become reacquainted and he had played with Keilum I began to make dinner. Shaak steak, zimmer roots, and shuura fruit were on the menu, as usual. But to Joram these were incredible luxuries as they had been existing on ration bars for weeks. I vowed to quit my complaining about my unvaried diet and be thankful for what I had. I watched as Joram put each bit in his mouth with a look of bliss on his face, savoring each morsel thoughtfully and then rolling his eyes in ecstasy. Joram had always enjoyed a good meal, but his time in the military had made him crave home cooking. I was only too happy to oblige. Later that night, reluctant to fall asleep and miss a single moment with him, I shared with him the news of home. He hadn’t heard much of the happenings on Naboo beyond letters that he and his friends had received. And some news had seemed too trivial to try to fit into our few letters. I wasn’t sure if I had told him that Senator Amidala had retired, but it turned out he knew. It had been the talk of his unit for a while, since most of them were Nubians. There were some men from other planets in his unit, with Varik being his closest friend. Every man in the unit had been thrilled to get leave, even if this wasn’t their home planet. Varik was here on Naboo with the rest of them. I sat up quickly and demanded to know if his friend had a place to stay. Joram blushed and then stammered a nonsense reply. I was about to insist he go find his friend when my husband took my hand and brought me down to lay by him once more. “I’m sure that Varik is very preoccupied right now. Remember we have been away from any female companionship for months now and…” I got the picture and relented, but I told Joram that he would track his friend down tomorrow and at least bring him by for a visit. Surely he could stop his activities for a few hours and get a home cooked meal? Joram laughed at the outraged expression on my face and agreed to my demand. The following morning Joram went into the city to fetch Varik. He came back with a tall young man with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. Varik smiled at me shyly and ducked his head when I expressed my pleasure at meeting him. He admired Keilum and held him comfortably in his arms. When I told him I was surprised that he seemed so at ease holding a baby. “I have five younger brothers and sisters; they are all in Mos Eisley waiting for me. They know I will bring them presents when I come home.” He grinned. “Kids know I’m comfortable with them and like them.” I insisted he spend the day with us and the two men went to visit his parents while I put Keilum down for his nap. The more I got to know Varik the more I liked him. It was reassuring to know that someone as level-headed as Varik was by Joram’s side in battle. We sat down to a large (by current standards anyway) dinner and the conversation naturally gravitated toward the men they served with. They were laughing about General Idiot, who through his death had regained their good graces because he hadn’t managed to get them killed before his own demise. They spoke of the reserved General Kenobi and his brilliant tactical abilities. Then their discussion turned toward Commander Skywalker. Varik shook his head when Joram brought him up. “Oh, I like him, don’t get me wrong. But something’s bothering him lately. Have you seen the looks he gives General Kenobi?” Varik shook his head again. “There’s bad blood between those two, take my word for it.” Joram laughingly denied Varik’s observation. “They’re just two powerful men both trying to be in charge!” Varik looked at Joram. “No, they don’t like each other. Or rather, Skywalker doesn’t like Kenobi. He resents the fact that he’s there, you can see it in his face.” Varik narrowed his eyes. “I remember one time General Kenobi made a slight change in one of Commander Skywalker’s plans. It wasn’t anything really, very minor. But Skywalker got this look on his face and he seemed ready to tear into Kenobi. But then he just stopped himself and Kenobi never saw it. You’d think a Jedi like Kenobi would sense these things.” Varik hesitated then shrugged. “But I don’t think General Kenobi knows that Skywalker hates him.” Joram gave a bark of laughter. “Hates him? Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit there Dunestrider? I think you’ve had too many ales my friend.” Varik’s face was solemn as he faced his friend. “There’ll be trouble between those two before it’s all over, and I don’t want to be there to see it.” I gracefully tried to steer the subject away from the two Jedi. I didn’t know either of them, but Commander Skywalker naturally had my sympathy because I felt I knew more about him through Joram’s letters. And there was the fact that the young commander had taken the time to write me himself. I didn’t know anything about this General Kenobi, only that he was reserved and a brilliant tactician. Varik left for the evening, presumably to pursue yet more “entertainment” while he had this short leave. Joram and I used our time to create our own entertainment and a very good show it was. **************************************************** The next day, while Varik was apparently recovering from his pursuits of the night before, Joram and I took Keilum to the marketplace. We wandered around looking at the limited wares, but mostly just enjoying each other’s company. Ours was a smaller village on the outskirts of Theed, so we knew almost everyone we encountered. Soon, we saw a face we had not expected. Ahead of us was Commander Skywalker in his military uniform, his lightsaber discreetly hanging from his belt. Beside him was a petite woman in a voluminous cloak. Joram walked up to his commander with enthusiasm, proud to be able to introduce his wife to his leader. When Commander Skywalker saw Joram approaching he seemed surprised but quickly regained his composure. The woman at his side stood silent and still. Joram pulled me close to him. “Commander Skywalker, this is Merida and the little one is my son Keilum.” Commander Skywalker’s blue eyes lit up when he spied Keilum and to my everlasting surprise he plucked him from my hip and held him in his arms. “He’s beautiful, Joram. How did someone as ugly as you get such a cute kid?” Then he turned his gaze to me. “Ah I see how you did it! You found the most beautiful woman around and somehow convinced her to marry you!” Joram laughed. “Yes, I did sir!” He then leaned in toward his commander with a conspiratorial air. “But don’t tell her I’m ugly, sir. I think she’s got bad eyes and that’s the only way I talked her into marrying me and giving me gorgeous babies!” Commander Skywalker laughed out loud and then turned to his companion. He motioned her forward. “Joram, I trust you to remain discrete. We don’t really want it known that she is here. I am here escorting the former senator from Naboo. I’m in charge of her safety while I’m on the planet.” The woman pulled back her hood just the slightest bit and nodded with a shy smile. I smiled at her, hoping to reassure her that no one here would betray her presence. “It’s an honor to meet you, senator.” I said quietly. “I’m no longer a senator, but thank you. It is an honor to meet you as well. Commander Skywalker talks of his men and their families often.” Her voice was as dignified and regal as it seemed on the broadcasts. Joram gave her a slight, courtly bow and then took Keilum from Commander Skywalker’s arms. Keilum protested and reached out for the Jedi once more. Skywalker laughed and held the tiny chin in his large hand. “You best listen to your father, little one. He’ll always watch out for you.” Joram and I could tell that they needed to be on their way, so we said our good-byes and began to walk away. From the corner of my eye I could see that Commander Skywalker and the senator seemed to be arguing. I wondered if he would get into trouble for introducing her to us and I hoped that would not be the case. Joram and I made our way home and put a sleepy Keilum in his crib. We then went outside and sat in our small garden, enjoying the feel of the gentle breezes of Naboo and knowing we were together, for now at least. I fell asleep under the shuura tree in Joram’s arms, utterly content now that I heard the familiar beat of his heart beneath me. Even in war, one can create a small moment of peace. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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1-Ani-Obi-luvr Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/26/04 7:54am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	How did someone as ugly as you get such a cute kid? ”But don’t tell her I’m ugly, sir. I think she’s got bad eyes and that’s the only way I talked her into marrying me and giving me gorgeous babies!” Ha ha ha. Anakin is so naughty...mmm I like 'em like that. jerks out of nice daydream OH...sorry. Anyway very well done post. I love the son for some reason. I hope Joram can stay for a VERY long time next time! -----signature----- "No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes." Limp Bizkit "No one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies." "May the Force be with you."
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SenatorHermione Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 5/26/04 8:16am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	I am sorry I have been lurking lately. I mean to leave feedback but I never do. Oops. Wonderful posts. I love the relationship with Joram and his wife. They are truly in love. Please don't kill him off! I am begging you! you can't see it but I am on my knees PLEASE???!!! Keep up the excellent work! -----signature----- "Don't you two ever read?" Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Cho/Kleenex! That's the only way it can ever be! I love chocolate.
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AnakinsHeir Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 5/26/04 11:34am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	It was so nice seeing Anakin and his interaction with little Keilum! Commander Skywalker’s blue eyes lit up when he spied Keilum and to my everlasting surprise he plucked him from my hip and held him in his arms. “He’s beautiful, Joram. How did someone as ugly as you get such a cute kid?” Then he turned his gaze to me. “Ah I see how you did it! You found the most beautiful woman around and somehow convinced her to marry you!” But PLEASE don't let anything happen to Joram or his family, okay? -----signature----- Let Me Go http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18359174/?2 Master to JediCallista_1_6_e54 A Mother's Wishes http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20272243/?0
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/26/04 8:56pm Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	Okay, I'll admit it. You had me crying with this one. It was so tender, the way he surprised her and the way she didn't even want to sleep for fear of missing one moment. Beautifully done. “He’s beautiful, Joram. How did someone as ugly as you get such a cute kid?” Then he turned his gaze to me. “Ah I see how you did it! You found the most beautiful woman around and somehow convinced her to marry you!” LOL! I know I've said it before, but I especially like the way, through the eyes of these wonderful original characters, you are giving us just snippets of the changing dynamics in Anakin's relationship with both Obi-Wan and Padme. Great work as always. -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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Fated2Bdespised Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 5/27/04 6:26am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	Good job! I love the little snippets of Anakin's life through the eyes of someone else. I just hope nothing happens to Joram. hint hint -----signature----- "I don't need you anymore...don't want to be ignored." Linkin Park. Donnie Darko RULES! If you can understand it though, you need therapy. Same goes for Fight Club If Donnie Darko and Fight Club make sense to me should I follow my own advice? Hmmmm
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VadersMistress Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/27/04 8:52am Subject: RE: My Dearest Merida: Love Letters from the Front - Clone Wars soldier (OC)- Post #10 up!
	"How did someone as ugly as you get such a cute kid?” LOL! Anakin has to kid around every once and a while! “No, they don’t like each other. Or rather, Skywalker doesn’t like Kenobi. He resents the fact that he’s there, you can see it in his face.” Varik narrowed his eyes. “I remember one time General Kenobi made a slight change in one of Commander Skywalker’s plans. It wasn’t anything really, very minor. But Skywalker got this look on his face and he seemed ready to tear into Kenobi. But then he just stopped himself and Kenobi never saw it. You’d think a Jedi like Kenobi would sense these things.” Varik hesitated then shrugged. “But I don’t think General Kenobi knows that Skywalker hates him.” Creepy. Accurate but creepy. Love the forshadowing. Yet another great post! Can you write anything bad?? Ever? -----signature----- Harry Potter > Twilight Would I rather be feared or loved? Um... Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me. Persia pwns your face.
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