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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/4/04 4:01pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Oct. 19, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/4/04 9:10pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	*** Nyssa had buried her face under Daven’s chin and in the crook of his neck, seemingly quite content to silently outline little circles on his bare chest with the tip of her fingernail. He was enjoying the sensation of her slight touch, he had to admit, and the only thing half his brain and the whole of his body wanted to do was warp his arms tightly around her and fall back into a pleasant sleep. The other half, however, was not being nearly so cooperative. It was the side of his mind that told him to scowl when Nyssa drank, to only speak when spoken to, and to not make jokes in the middle of a lightsaber fight. And it was most certainly the part of his brain that reminded him of all those rules – especially the one regarding Jedi and the opposite sex. What have I done? He wanted to groan loudly and jump away from the bed, but he stopped himself. That would lead to a verbal explanation for Nyssa, and she probably wouldn’t like what these rational thoughts would tell him to say. It was forbidden. Plain and simple. Jedi did not form attachments, they did not feel passion, and they most certainly were not supposed to … He had broken the Code. The groan he was attempting to suppress burst forth and, even though his hand flew to his mouth to block it, the sound still escaped his lips, alerting Nyssa to his distress. Her head snapped up and her green eyes met his, showing delight quickly mixing with worry. He blinked, wanting to look away, but knowing that she completely filled his field of vision. “You okay, Jedi?” Of all the things to call him at the moment, ‘Jedi’ wasn’t helping. He felt himself starting to panic. “I shouldn’t have,” he told her, unable to finish for fear of hurting her or saying something that even he didn’t want to believe. He closed his eyes to avoid the look that would surely cover her beautiful face. To his surprise, he heard her snort rather boorishly. “You weren’t thinking that five minutes ago.” She then laughed. Daven grunted again and covered his eyes with his hand, as if it could provide him more protection than merely keeping them shut. “It isn’t funny, Nyssa.” He wished momentarily that he could just die. “No, well, maybe,” she responded brightly. “I know Jedi aren’t celibate, Daven.” There was a short pause, as if she were mentally reviewing her knowledge of the Order. “I doubt you broke any laws by being with me.” He drew a ragged breath, trying to formulate his thoughts – trying, more so, to understand his feelings. “It isn’t that,” he finally stated, enjoying the total darkness his hand was currently providing his eyes. It was true that the Jedi were not an institution that enforced celibacy. Knights and Masters were allowed to indulge their natural desires if they felt the need. For some, Daven knew, such urges left unsatisfied could lead to a loss of control – an aspect essential to the Jedi Code. So long as the contact remained completely separated from the participants’ emotions and the two formed no lasting spiritual bond, the Council would not condemn it. Despite this, Daven had never personally taken advantage of the allowance. As a teenager, he was curious but shy, and found himself asking his Master about females after an uncountable number of his former clan-mates had begun to make idle chatter and flutter their eyelashes at him for no discernible reason. His Master had explained everything patiently, smiling slyly at Daven’s growingly unnerved expression as he dove into details. “That’s disgusting,” the boy had announced assuredly when his teacher had finished his speech. “I don’t want to have anything to do with girls.” “Well,” the Jedi Master shrugged. “You don’t have to. The Jedi are revered for their purity. The best way to honor the Code is to remain chaste. That is the course the Council condones.” The thirteen-year-old Daven had let out a relieved sigh and nodded, causing the elder Jedi to smirk. “Someday, however,” the Master warned with amusement, “you might meet a young woman that is not so ‘disgusting.’” “Daven,” the soft, feminine voice interjected itself into his thoughts. “What is it, then?” He felt Nyssa’s fingers pulling at his hand, attempting to draw it away from his face. He held his grip firm. He couldn’t look at her. Not yet. There was a long pause. “I love you.” He spoke when he imagined Nyssa was starting to become impatient. “Love is against the Jedi Code. Attachment to another is forbidden. What I feel for you is against everything I was taught. Loving you is wrong.” He regretted it the moment he said it, knowing that it would hurt her. He had felt her love for him in the comms room – it was pure, innocent, magical even. His guilt caused the words to spill out of his mouth; it was his fault for allowing the relationship to proceed to this point. She finally removed his hand from his eyes, despite his attempt to keep it there. “Open your eyes, Daven,” she ordered sternly. “Open your eyes and tell me face to face that love is wrong.” He did so and found her soft features unbearably enticing – the high but delicate cheekbones, the prefect arch of her eyebrows, the small and regal-looking nose. He bit his lip, unable to speak. “I thought so.” She smirked after giving him some time to answer her challenge. “It doesn’t feel wrong to me.” She gave him a light kiss and he found himself reflexively returning it, drawing Nyssa closer to him. She broke away and ran a series of small pecks across his chin and down his neck. Daven felt his composure weaken and his mind lose rational thought as he began to experience once more the still relatively unfamiliar sensations. “Is it wrong that I breached my hunter’s contract to save you?” Nyssa asked, her tone heavy, laden with desire. Daven opened his mouth to speak, but found that his foggy brain could not process the question. “Is it wrong,” she continued, “that I risked my life to rescue you?” “No,” he muttered. She sat up again, a wide grin upon her face. The green of her irises twinkled brightly with mischief. “And is it wrong that I would willingly sacrifice my own life to spare yours?” Her gaze deepened into an intense stare. “No,” he returned as he felt the cloud lift from his thoughts. The realization of Nyssa’s logic hit him the moment the word slipped out of his mouth. “Would you do the same for me?” “Yes.” There was no hesitation. So many times had he nobly offered his own life in exchange for others – a rebellious senator, an oppositional party leader, a young Twi’lek that had unwittingly witnessed an illegal dealing. It was the nature of his duty as a Jedi; an ability that should remain unquestioned. “And does that feel wrong to you, Daven?” Nyssa ran a lone finger across his chest. He broke eye contact with her to watch it trace small patterns. “No,” he admitted with a sigh. There was, logically, no reason to feel this level of protection for someone like Nyssa. She was a ruthless bounty hunter, capable of taking a man’s life in return for a monetary amount. She was supposedly swine, a piece of Bantha fodder stuck on the boot of galactic civility. Yet he would do anything for her. Even become a smuggler, if that was what she desired. His heart beat faster and his knees went weak when he even so much as thought about Nyssa. He was quickly becoming unable to imagine living without her. And, for all the knots in his stomach that piled upon each other when she smirked at him, it didn’t seem wrong. In fact, it felt quite right. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her passionately. The Jedi Order was left in ashes, and nothing Daven Staver could do would change that fact now. The only thing he had left was Nyssa and this moment, which he was enjoying immensely. He drew a short breath when Nyssa broke the kiss. “It doesn’t feel wrong,” he told her honestly. “Not wrong at all.” *** The next morning, consciousness greeted Daven in a manner it rarely did – slowly and sweetly. He was warm, content, and his muscles and mind were both fully relaxed and calm. He was half expecting the Force to abandon him after such a blatant transgression of the Jedi Code – after all, the legends told of Jedi-turned-Sith whose sensitivity was stripped due to their maltreatment of the gift. But the Force still flowed around him, embracing his heart and mind like it had always done. He didn’t know if it was his own perception – given his experiences the night before – but the Force currents seemed unusually pleasant, giddy almost. He rolled over and sprawled out on his stomach, burying his head in a pillow and not bothering to open his eyes. There was a slight whim lingering in the back of his mind that he tried to force away by physically digging his forehead deeper into the pillow. Did he somehow want the Force to desert him? Jedi as he was, it certainly wasn’t a completely objectionable thought. He could change his name, stay with Nyssa, and join the rebellion, smuggle, or Force knew what. Vader wouldn’t stalk a normal, boring, non-Force sensitive being, would he? No, he wouldn’t bother. And then perhaps Nyssa, since she already said she loved him, would agree to marry him and bare children … He continued to daydream, hoping that it would soon lull him back to sleep before the cold reality of things struck him once more. He turned to his side, expecting to grab onto Nyssa lying next to him. His hand found nothing but air and a vacant top sheet; she had already woken up and left for the day. He allowed himself an annoyed sigh. The unpleasant reminders of where exactly they were and who was still hunting him assaulted his thoughts yet again. The Force was still there and so Vader could still sense him. He still was a Jedi and duty bound. No matter how wonderful his night with Nyssa had been, it was still only that – one night, a moment in time incapable of changing the galaxy as a whole. Daven grunted and got up. He dressed slowly, truly not wanting to deal with the life that awaited him outside the crew quarters. The guilt caused from his blasphemous thoughts regarding the Force continued to echo in his head as he stood and walked out to the main quarters of the Star. He found Nyssa returning from the bridge, apparently on her way to the cargo hold. She was, to his amusement, humming a merry tune under her breath. She paused when she saw him and smiled brightly. Her cheeks were aglow as she threw down a hydrospanner and greeted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him. Her cheer was infectious and Daven soon forgot his depressing thoughts. He allowed himself a few moments just to let his eyes absorb her loveliness once again. She was truly a sight, and he felt the emotion, which he could now positively identify as love, swell inside him. “Morning, beautiful,” he finally said as he gently cupped her chin in between his index finger and thumb. “Morning yourself,” she answered, kissing him playfully. “I went ahead and moved the ship; we’re in the other dock now. It shouldn’t take as long to load everything from here.” “You should have woken me,” he grumbled with only a slight hint of disapproval. “I could’ve helped you navigate.” This second hangar was much smaller than the one in which they had originally landed. It was probably used for planetary scout transports rather than ships. The entrance was much narrower, making it difficult to see from a few kilometers above the ground. “You looked too cute sleeping, Jedi,” she told him with a wink. “You’re up now, though, and I need you now anyway.” Holding his hand, she led him down to the ramp, filling him in on the morning’s events “Those fuel tanks we saw the other day are full, thank the gods,” she reported as they exited the Gray Star, “but they aren’t equipped with a standard nozzle. I think they outfitted it only for the speeders here. It won’t fit the ship.” “Great. Do we have enough already to get us to a civilized system?” “’Fraid not,” she admitted. “I figured they’d have some; it is a base, after all. I’m assuming that the nozzle is interchangeable, but we aren’t going to find a tech droid to help us now.” Daven winced a little, knowing how awful she must have felt for making such a grievous error. “It’s all right, Nyssa,” he comforted as they both inspected the large fuel canisters. “Can we do anything?” “I’m thinking I’ll be able to rig something together,” she said, finally clarifying why her voice hadn’t held an air of complete glumness. “It’ll take longer, though, maybe a few hours.” “That’s fine,” Daven shrugged. “I’ll load up the hold with rations in the meantime.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips before they both set to their duties. *** The amount of crates they would need to survive on in order to successfully reach the next inhabited system was minimal, and it was Daven’s custom to only take what he needed. Nyssa had agreed, saying that she didn’t want any rebels on her back for such an obvious theft. After he had finished loading, he sat down to help Nyssa with the nozzle. She had even gone so far as to wield a blowtorch against a stubborn piece of durasteel. Having limited knowledge of mechanics or repair, the Jedi could only offer an extra hand or Force-enhanced strength when she required it. Nyssa was cheerfully teasing him about his lack of engineering prowess in between his near catastrophes with manipulating various tools. “I thought Jedi were supposed to have knowledge about everything,” she laughed as Daven fumbled with a hydrospanner, unaware of how to hand it to Nyssa properly. “I’m sure I had some courses in this stuff,” he shrugged, “but I don’t remember. I was sent mainly on protection mandates as a Padawan. There were always droids to fix things.” “What about your old man?” Nyssa asked. “He wasn’t into tools?” “Who?” Daven glanced up, confused. “You mean my Master? No, he was a lot like me, I guess.” He shrugged. “I mean your father.” Daven’s mouth opened slowly in shock, exasperation, or some combination of the two. He couldn’t honestly tell if Nyssa was that unfamiliar with the Order or if she had just forgotten that basic tenet for some reason. “I never knew him,” he admitted, wondering how Nyssa would react. “I was given to the Temple when I was still an infant. Most Jedi are.” Actually all except one, he remembered bitterly, but chose to ignore that thought. “Never knew?” Nyssa raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Your mother, too?” Daven nodded cautiously. “How could you live like that? Never?” She shook her head as if trying to deny that such a situation could exist. “How could they live like that? If I had a child, I could never give it away to some stranger.” She looked conflicted, possibly remembering her relationship with her own mother. “It was the right decision,” he countered. He had never doubted his parents’ choice to give him to the Jedi. It was simply the only place where he belonged. “The Empire won’t have placed a bounty on your head if they’d kept you,” Nyssa pointed out logically. She grasped the clamp in front of her and yanked, forcing the durasteel to mend itself to the flexisteel hose. “There’s still a reward offered for Force-sensitives,” he reminded her. “Just not as much. And without my training, I won’t have been able to defend myself as long as I have.” Nyssa reluctantly nodded in agreement as she withdrew the clamp and checked the fitting. “So, are you going to try to find them now?” “Why?” They both looked up and stared at each other in bewilderment, trying to guess whose idea had been the strangest. “Aren’t you the least bit curious about them?” Nyssa finally prompted. “No.” The response was automatic, but Daven found himself questioning it as he spoke. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I never gave them much thought, really.” He paused to sort though his emotions. “But I have found myself thinking about more … domestic things since I woke up this morning.” Nyssa smiled almost arrogantly, as if she knew exactly what their encounter had done to Daven’s concept of family. “Perhaps I would like to meet them,” he confessed more to himself than to her. His thoughts of taking Nyssa as his wife and having children had become more and more frequent as their time together had increased – a very perplexing development. It was almost if the Force willed it. “I won’t even know how to begin looking for them, though.” “Hello, bounty hunter here,” Nyssa grinned triumphantly. “I can find anyone.” “Really?” He felt a sense of hope swell within him. Strange – before this moment he was never aware that he even cared about his parents. Perhaps he was merely trying to fill the void that the destruction of the Temple had left. “It’s too dangerous. I don’t want the Emperor finding them.” He shook his head. “Yeah, good point.” Nyssa nodded. She became somber and the two worked in amiable silence until the new nozzle was finished. It was about as far from perfection as something could be and still work, but it did indeed work, which was the only thing Daven cared about right now. Nyssa climbed the starboard side to attach the hose to the fuel intake valve. Normally such work would be done be a fuelling droid, but she had been unsuccessful in her attempts to reboot the one lying in the dock’s far corner. Daven watched, wishing that she had allowed him to go instead. She had merely laughed when he suggested it, reminding him that he wouldn’t be able to figure out how to handle the device. She reached the valve without incident and, after securing her footing, she proceeded to lock in the new nozzle. It wasn’t a very good fit, and Daven could hear her swearing in various languages as she struggled to manhandle it in. Her fierce jerking was making him nervous from his view nearly ten meters below her perch. He probably shouted “careful” more than once, but she had chosen to ignore his warnings. After a particularly hazardous bout of tugging, Daven couldn’t honestly say he was surprised when the Force prickled at his nerves. He jumped forward just in time to catch the falling form of his lover, still shouting cruses as she went. She landed in his arms hard, causing him to loose his balance and begin to fall forward, leading them downwards to the rough floor and the inevitable, bruising consequences of such a destination. He reached out with the Force instinctively to push him back up before his knees buckled fully. The familiar waves of energy wrapped around his body, stopping their descent. His connection to Nyssa was strengthened by his near complete emersion into the Force. He felt her fear at her startling tumble, but it was mixed with a larger amount of annoyance. She had been angry slightly as well, yet the emotion was settling as she came to realize whom she had fallen against. She showered him with love as if she knew he could sense it, and Daven had to bathe in it if only for a moment. His mind was relaxed as he bought himself to stand straight. He was about to speak, but a delicate wisp of something caused him pause. It was warm and bright, yet beyond small. It lived, enveloped in the Force, but he could not sense it breathing. He studied the … feeling? … as well as he could until the realization hit him like a blot from a blaster cannon. Oh. He stared at Nyssa blankly, trying to form some explanation, but his throat went dry in both shock and pure joy. “Nyssa–” he started. “Thanks for the save, Jedi,” she interrupted, not noticing the stunned look on his face. “Got the damn thing in, though. So let’s go.” She jumped out of his grasp after giving him a sharp kiss, and walked back towards the first tank. Daven sighed. He knew that his news could wait until they were safely off planet anyway. He didn’t even know how Nyssa would react; best for her to have no other current obligations to worry about when he told her. He turned to follow her, but something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked back and stepped a few meters closer to the ship, inspecting the underside of the hull. There sat a barely noticeable metallic disk no larger than the flat of his hand. A red light flashed tenaciously on the top of it. His mouth went wide and he felt his years of training attempting to bring a Jedi calm back to his nerves. It didn’t take a degree in mechanical engineering to know what that was. “Nyssa!” -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 11/4/04 5:22pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/4/04 5:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Happy_Hobbit_Padawan
	You can't end a post like that! Was it a tracking device? What was it that Daven sensed - a baby bounterhunterJedi? Oooh! She landed in his arms hard, causing him to loose his balance and begin to fall forward, leading them downwards to the rough floor and the inevitable, bruising consequences of such a destination. Look! They're truly falling in love! -----signature----- Belaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Get jiggly with it at Jello Anarchy.
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karebear214 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 11/5/04 9:40am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/5/04 9:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: karebear214
	It's either a tracking device or a bomb, neither of which are good. Hope they survive long enough for him to tell her about the baby. And I'm kinda hoping it's his kid, too. Because I know the Force is powerful and all, but this is only a few hours later. If he could sense the seperate new life of like, five cells, I'm very impressed. As a teenager, he was curious but shy, and found himself asking his Master about females after an uncountable number of his former clan-mates had begun to make idle chatter and flutter their eyelashes at him for no discernible reason. Heh. My brother's at that age now. It's kinda funny. -----signature----- "I don't like it that you can win an argument without using verbs." - Luke Skywalker to Ben, "Outcast"
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 11/9/04 5:04am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/9/04 5:05am (1 edits total) Edited By: obaona
	Did I wait long enough, HHP? Okay, here we go: Yes, that movie’s romantic scenes were awkward indeed … made me turn away in – I dunno – embarrassment for those characters. There should be chemistry even if they’re not quite sure what to do about it Exactly. I have never been able to explain why I have to cover my eyes and ears during certain scenes in movies. ^ That paragraph, my dear, spawned quite a debate between me and some of the other HMs in a chat one night. I always thought that the Jedi were celibate, agreeing with you in thinking you can’t really have one without the other, and so I wrote this scene in that vain. But via persuasive arguments, I have conceded. Perhaps it is acceptable for Jedi to have sex if need be – thus helping to remove potential pervasion like that among Catholic priests. Some Jedi, like Daven, would have less need to indulge in natural urges, and so happily remain virgins. Sorry to have missed it. I did allow for that in my comment, however - I just think the majority wouldn't. I'm sure others wouldn't agree, but that's my take, and new takes are always interesting. But anyway! Something that certainly has me thinking more about it. Interesting comment about the Catholic priests. [face_thoughtful] Your flattery is too addictive Good. looks at response Ah, well, I’m not one to chide Even better. I thought it interesting in the very beginning, the first few paragraphs, you establish that Daven actually does think some of his actions are not very Jedi-like. Speak when spoken to, jokes in middle of fights, etc. So in a sense, Daven's entire character is set up for breaking the 'no attachment' rule. What has he been doing, after all, if not at least bending them over the past three years? So this is really a logical step, if you think about it. Just another aspect that makes this whole Nyssa/Daven thing believable despite all the situations that could make it otherwise. Nyssa - LOL. I should have expected her reaction Daven's would have been something like that - to laugh instead of burst into tears and uncertainty. Then the little side-bit with Daven and his Master also had me laughing. I'm so glad you wrote the story this way - making me laugh. Bloody depressing is certainly one route, and probably the most common, but I just love this. I've always been of the opinion the hardest thing to do is to combine humor, drama, and angst into one story smoothly and paced correctly. A story that can make you laugh and cry, and sometimes both at the same time. I think this is one of those stories. The moments of seriousness never seem out of place, or the vice versa with the humor or romance. Anyway - I really liked how Nyssa convinced him, as well. It wasn't, well, deep and philosophical, it just was, and that's Nyssa, if I may say so. I think a lot of people (including myself, most likely) might take the route of actually giving the reader a whole philosphical debate on why the Jedi's issues about love are so messed up (since that is generally the feeling about it ). But you don't do that, the characters deal with it like normal people would, that is, messily and on the basis of emotion and experience. So it's even cooler how he realizes that he would do just about anything for her - even become a smuggler, which I imagine is quite hard for him to admit, even to himself. I thought it interesting, as well, what he thought in the morning about wanting the Force to abandon him. I thought that was really an interesting take, and one I've never considered before. Would a Jedi renounce the Force? Could he? “You looked too cute sleeping, Jedi,” she told him with a wink. I just love that line. I just got this image of a cute guy sleeping, but cute in a cool-guy-with-a-baby kind of cute, if you know what I mean. They both looked up and stared at each other in bewilderment, trying to guess whose idea had been the strangest. And this one! It's just so - perfect. Comical, but in a smart way. Oh, don't ask me to explain, just take my word for it - it's good, as in the old meaning of good, perfect. Man, it's too early in the morning. (Not that I've been to bed, mind you.) Logical that Nyssa and Daven would think about family after that night - and talking about love does tend to lead to other thoughts, methinks, like the rest of their lives. I was like when Daven was almost convinced, but when he brought up Palpatine, I just nodded wisely (mentally). He's right, and I can't see him ever really endangering his family. Well, maybe, but it would take a lot and he would never do it for the sake of his curiosity. A baby! A tracking device! And the slight ambiguity about both is just enough to drive me crazy! But I still love it. As usual, excellent, excellent work. I hope you don't mind me making judgements about these characters - I mean, I know you're writing them, but I feel like I know them so well that I could say, "That's not right." if it ever wasn't. You know? Which is a testament to your skill in creating these characters - and that you keep it steady and believable and consistent is just fantastic, and a hard thing to do. And as always, just lovely quality, and lovely words put together even more lovely. It all just works so well. All the words fit, all the dialogue fits. Your writing is definitely professional quality - and the like of which I rarely see in published books. Whenever I do find them, I go absolutely crazy and get multiple copies if possible (and I can avoid questions about my sanity). Can I have your autograph? P.S. Sorry for slipping into California girl speak. (You know, like, you know??) It wasn't my fault I was born here. P.S. Again: I hope you don't mind long replies. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/9/04 9:42pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004
	Bel: You can't end a post like that! I can and I did Actually, it was Amsie’s fault points she’s the one that decides where the posts breaks are when she beta reads Was it a tracking device? Apperently, our ex-Ani has picked up a few hints about attaching beacons to ships as the fly away from his ex-master What was it that Daven sensed - a baby bounterhunterJedi? Oooh! LOL, don’t you mean a Jedibountyhunter or maybe bountyJedihunter? Quite possibly. I guess it wasn’t really meant to be a huge surprise Look! They're truly falling in love! isn’t it the cutest? She literally falls into his arms! kearbear: It's either a tracking device or a bomb, neither of which are good. bomb? Oh, yes, not good And I'm kinda hoping it's his kid, too. Because I know the Force is powerful and all, but this is only a few hours later. If he could sense the seperate new life of like, five cells, I'm very impressed. Heehee. Nyssa’s been a bit preoccupied hunting Daven these past few years to indulge in meaningless pleasure. It does seem unlikely to me as well that a Jedi would sense an embryo that was only a few hours old … but it was another thing that Amsie convinced me to do. I think that in that moment Daven sensed the creation of the first midichorlin and realized that there was life there but not quite yet. But hey! You don’t know for sure that she’s pregnant! Heh. My brother's at that age now. It's kinda funny. It is oba: Did I wait long enough, HHP? A And what the heck are you doing up at 5 in the morning? Exactly. I have never been able to explain why I have to cover my eyes and ears during certain scenes in movies. Yeah, I know embarrassment is probably not totally the right word. But it’s awkward and creepy … Sorry to have missed it. So am I I did allow for that in my comment, however - I just think the majority wouldn't. Yeah, I don’t think the majority would, either. Obi-Wan, for example, seems really chaste to me. Many write Anakin, however, as experienced when he marries Padme. I don’t know. If it was okay for Jedi to have sex, why would the idea of Anakin and Padme having amorous contact cause them such worry? Anakin never makes the suggestion (granted it’s a PG rated movie) “hey, let’s just spend the night together, some of my raging, creepy desire will be quelled in the morning that way.” So maybe if they want to have sex, they have to undergo special rites, sleep only without Jedi or whatever. I just don’t know, this question keeps nagging at me. I feel almost like starting a WR topic about it, but it might push too close to the TOS line. So in a sense, Daven's entire character is set up for breaking the 'no attachment' rule. What has he been doing, after all, if not at least bending them over the past three years? I hadn’t really thought of it that way, but yeah, you’re right. Daven has had to bend – become more human as I like to think – in order to survive. If he couldn’t laugh at his near death experiences I think he’d border on insane and slowly lose touch with reality (much like your purgie Jedi, methinks). So this is really a logical step, if you think about it. Just another aspect that makes this whole Nyssa/Daven thing believable despite all the situations that could make it otherwise. Yeah, Daven’s personality does enviably lead him to have the ability to form attachments. Other Jedi, like Anakin, might have trouble balancing attachment and love while completely avoiding emotions like jealously and hatred. I think Daven’s one of the rare few that would be able to feel attachment yet stay to the light side. He knows how to control his more base emotions. Nyssa - LOL. I should have expected her reaction Daven's would have been something like that - to laugh instead of burst into tears and uncertainty. I think she was expecting it She sees his reaction as cute, I imagine. It’s a lighthearted care for her because she thinks what they just did was about as far away from wrong as possible. She is on a high herself, because she’s never actually been in love before. I'm so glad you wrote the story this way - making me laugh. Bloody depressing is certainly one route, and probably the most common, but I just love this. I don’t do depressing. At least not very well. At least not very well for post upon post. The purges are depressing, but before we let ourselves dwell in the glum, we have to remember that there can be happiness during even the most difficult of times I've always been of the opinion the hardest thing to do is to combine humor, drama, and angst into one story smoothly and paced correctly. Yeah, it is hard. I had trouble, especially at the beginning with Daven’s jokes, even imagining him saying things like that in battle. But he writes himself and so does Nyssa. And they have a sense of humor, even if I don’t Anyway - I really liked how Nyssa convinced him, as well. It wasn't, well, deep and philosophical, it just was, and that's Nyssa, if I may say so. Nyssa is about as far from philosophical as one can get. She doesn’t think of things in that sense. For her “if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, then it’s a duck” works perfectly fine. I think a lot of people (including myself, most likely) might take the route of actually giving the reader a whole philosphical debate on why the Jedi's issues about love are so messed up (since that is generally the feeling about it). Could you truly give a philosophical reason for something based purely on feelings and emotions? I think Nyssa’s way is much more effective Especially to a young, aroused man [i] So it's even cooler how he realizes that he would do just about anything for her - even become a smuggler, which I imagine is quite hard for him to admit, even to himself. Yeah, I wonder how Daven would make it as a smuggler at Nyssa’s side. They’d make such a lovely smuggling couple! daydreams I thought it interesting, as well, what he thought in the morning about wanting the Force to abandon him. I thought that was really an interesting take, and one I've never considered before. Would a Jedi renounce the Force? Could he? It’s certainly a take I’ve never seen a Jedi want, EU or fan fic-wise. But it’s something to consider. During the purges, the gift is a cruse, and if it would go away, the Emperor would let you live. The Jedi order’s gone, what’s wrong with choosing love and life over execution? I think Daven, maybe incorrectly, has chosen Nyssa over the Force, so in that sense he can renounce the Force. The Force, however, won’t renounce him. It has (ie Callista) but it won’t, because, as a Jedi, Daven still has a part left to play. I just love that line. I just got this image of a cute guy sleeping, but cute in a cool-guy-with-a-baby kind of cute, if you know what I mean. Yep Too cute. Passed-out with a slight smirk on his face. I’ll bet he’d look cool with a baby too It's just so - perfect. Comical, but in a smart way. Oh, don't ask me to explain, just take my word for it - it's good, as in the old meaning of good, perfect. I think I know what you mean, yes Man, it's too early in the morning. (Not that I've been to bed, mind you.) I hope you did get to sleep Logical that Nyssa and Daven would think about family after that night - and talking about love does tend to lead to other thoughts, methinks, like the rest of their lives. I was hoping everyone would find that all right. I know most men don’t think about marriage and children the morning after but Daven’s the type. He’s fallen in love, and he’s fallen hard I was like when Daven was almost convinced, but when he brought up Palpatine, I just nodded wisely (mentally). He's right, and I can't see him ever really endangering his family. Well, maybe, but it would take a lot and he would never do it for the sake of his curiosity. Of course, I have the little bunny of what would happen if they ever did meet because I just love these characters away too much So, yeah, I know about his family. Someday, after this story is finished, maybe you’ll ask and I’ll tell There was another purge challenge fic, just a viggie, that had a Jedi finding his family and, well, it just didn’t turn out too well A baby! A tracking device! And the slight ambiguity about both is just enough to drive me crazy! Yay for cliffhangers As usual, excellent, excellent work. Thanks, as always, my dear! I hope you don't mind me making judgements about these characters - I mean, I know you're writing them, but I feel like I know them so well that I could say, "That's not right." if it ever wasn't. You know? Heehee, I don’t mind. With Ocs, no one can really tell you that the character isn’t canon, but they still should remain consistent in their personalities. I’m really, really pleased that they’re strong enough to have a person that isn’t their creator be able to criticize them. Your writing is definitely professional quality - and the like of which I rarely see in published books. you flatter. And know have having been reading more professional books – okay, listening as in audio books – so I’m trying to learn more still Can I have your autograph? LMAO. Okay here’s the deal: if I ever publish – and most likely it will be a book with a title similar to Ethnographical Representations in Roman Satire – I will sign it for you P.S. Sorry for slipping into California girl speak. (You know, like, you know??) It wasn't my fault I was born here. Dude, that’s cool, man. P.S. Again: I hope you don't mind long replies. 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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 11/10/04 3:32pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004
	What? NO more? I wanna read more! This is so good, the emotions are so compelling. You're really, really good!!! More, please!! -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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Amidala_Skywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 11/11/04 5:03am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004
	MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes. It was me. I am teh scheming! The cliffhanger worked, though, didn’t it? Awesome post, Jayen! I love the ambiguity of the bomb/tracking device and (possible) baby. We all just have to remember one thing: Nyssa Jade. Not just your above average bounty hunter. The next post is going to be particularly special. I’ll get betaing ASAP. Ams -----signature----- Amsié, Crest of Handmaidens . ___ TF.N Archive Reviewer ___ Battlestar Galactica is the new way.
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/13/04 6:57pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 4, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/13/04 7:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	Laine_Snowtrekker: Thanks Yes, more now actually Amsie: I am teh scheming! The cliffhanger worked, though, didn’t it? You are! You are teh evil! Awesome post, Jayen! I love the ambiguity of the bomb/tracking device and (possible) baby. We all just have to remember one thing: Nyssa Jade. Not just your above average bounty hunter. bad beta, knowing the end! The next post is going to be particularly special. You can call it special. I call it *** “Who placed it there?” she asked fanatically as she stared at the fuel gauge. The meter was going up slowly, but it was nowhere near as fast as Nyssa would have liked. “One guess: Vader,” Daven answered from his standing position behind the copilot’s chair. His voice remained steady despite the potential danger they faced. “He must have attached it as we were departing. I don’t know.” Nyssa hissed in frustration, leaning back in her seat. “He certainly knows his tracking beacons, then. Anything other than the XB Stealth Hunter, the Star’s security sensors would have caught. Damn, we’re sitting ducks here.” “Won’t the fuel be loaded soon?” Daven asked. “We got the beacon off now; once we leave Maylass, he shouldn’t be able to find us.” “It’s taking its sweet time,” she growled, eyeing the gauge angrily. “My nozzle must not be that efficient.” She tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair, fidgeting uncontrollably. “We just have to wait,” Daven slumped down in the seat next her, radiating an air of patience. “How much do we need to reach the next planet?” “Fifteen percent,” she glanced back at the console. It was already at five. “We should be fine. Gods, I hope so. I’m upgrading to an ion engine the second I have some credits,” she told him sternly, but her mind screamed back at her: if you live to see another credit, that is. They sat for a while in companionable silence, watching the percentage points continue upwards. “We’ll be okay,” she reassured finally, knowing that each passing moment bought them closer to fifteen. “No, we won’t.” His voice was soft and full of anxiety. As if to agree, the proximity alarm beeped, alerting the ship’s crew to the fact that another vessel had just cleared the atmosphere. “Please don’t say it’s Vader,” Nyssa begged, feeling her heart sink into the base of her stomach. “Nyssa,” Daven said softy, distantly. “No!” she hissed, feeling her face burn in aggravation. “We’re so close. We can make it to fifteen before he gets here!” “We can’t,” Daven whispered, glancing up at her forlornly. “I’m sorry, Nyssa, but I think … I think this is the way things are suppose to be.” He inhaled an uneven breath before standing and exiting the cockpit. Nyssa remained sitting, her brain trying to process just what could possibly happen. Oh, gods. “No,” she found herself repeating as she jumped up to pursue him. “I worked too hard to track you down, Daven Staver!” she yelled at his back from one side of the comm. room. “I love you too much to lose you.” She knew that the Sith Lord’s landing would most likely result in her own death as well, but only Daven’s occupied her thoughts. Her tears almost fell, yet she continued to fight them. He turned to face her, his features formed into a morose mask. She ran into his open embrace and clenched onto him tightly. “Please. I’ll go wherever you go,” she told him. “You can’t. Vader will kill you,” he reminded her. “I’ll go and face him. He’s likely to land in the other hangar. I should be able to hold him off long enough for you to refuel and escape. You run. You run and you never look back.” “I’m not leaving you,” she hissed fiercely, her serious gaze burrowing into his. “There has to be a way out of this. There’s always a way out. I thought you said the future would be better. You always said the Force never betrayed you.” In her stress, she was grasping at any hope she could find. Daven looked pained for a moment, his brow wrinkling. “I did and it doesn’t,” he admitted slowly. “But, Nyssa, the Force is elusive. The future will be brighter; I just won’t be in it. I see that now.” “I don’t understand,” she whimpered. She would have been irritated at his Jedi philosophizing if it were any other day or situation, but now it only caused her heartbreak. “Nyssa,” he began, pausing to touch her cheeks with the tips of his fingers. “Forgive me, but you are with child. My child – strong with the Force.” She backed away from him, shocked, but not bothering to ask how he would know such a thing. She simply laid a hand on her abdomen, feeling for movement in a day-old embryo. Her tears finally came, flowing down her cheeks evenly. Daven watched her, a look of utter grief crossing his soft features. “I can’t ask you to keep it, Nyssa. The Empire might try to …” he paused, unable to conclude his thoughts, “ … but I’m hoping you will consider it. For me.” She began to sob loudly, no longer able to control her sorrow, and allowed him to hold her once more. “If I know that you’ll both survive, the worst Vader could do would be worth it,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair. “Please, Nyssa, he’s landed. I have to go.” She grabbed on to his torso as tight as she could, hoping her grip alone would cause him to change his mind. Somehow he managed to break free, perhaps using that blasted Force of his which had equally united and tore them apart. “I’ll keep it, Daven,” she promised. “I’ll protect it from the Empire. For you, but for me as well.” She could clearly see the relief in his eyes as he nodded and offered a diminutive smile. “The Force will be with you, beautiful. I can sense that much.” Their lips touched gently in one last, lingering kiss before he finally released her and turned away. He ran down the ramp, not eager to meet his fate but knowing that speed was possibly the only thing that could change hers. And so he left, leaving her alone. She hadn’t known what to expect when she had finally sorted her feelings out in that dusty Corellian cantina, but she had believed, perhaps foolishly, that, if he returned her love, everything would have worked out for the better. She had admitted to herself that night that she could have never actually held Daven’s head up for a gloating Emperor’s appraisal – he was simply too wonderful a soul. Everything in the galaxy would be wrong without Daven in it. Now, for the first time in two and half years, Nyssa was going to have to start imagining just how wrong it could be. She brushed her belly lightly. What am I supposed to do now? She took a moment to dry her tears before checking the fuel percentage gauge. Ten. *** Unlike Corellia, Daven knew that he could waste no time dallying. Vader was heading straight for him, or, more importantly, straight for the Gray Star. Anger and hatred drifted off the Sith in waves, causing the nerves in Daven’s spine to quiver. The Jedi took several deep breaths as if in meditation, hoping that his calm would be able to block the Dark Side energies with which Vader was bombarding his senses. If the Dark Lord was expecting to find this Jedi curled up in a corner, awaiting annihilation in fear, he will be sorely mistaken. He suppressed the raising, grating fear emerging from the pit of his stomach with thoughts of his unborn child, which was still hardly more than a cluster of cells and midi-chlorians. What would it look like? Some magnificent combination of him and Nyssa? Boy or girl? What name would Nyssa decide on? The Force seemed to shimmer pleasantly around him, as if it agreed with his course of feelings. It was so simple now that he actually took the time to think about it – this was his destiny and Nyssa had come to the rescue only because the Force had willed his child to be borne by her. Anakin was rumored to be some special ‘Chosen One,’ at least according to the gossip that his friends shared. He was supposed to ‘bring balance to the Force.’ Everyone, especially as Padawans, had been confused by this, but now it was clear to Daven. Anakin’s purpose was to dampen the Light Side. But, such as it was, Palpatine’s reign could not last forever, and someday the Jedi would return – perhaps with his child amongst their ranks. It was a very pleasing thought for a dying man to have, even if it wasn’t necessary true. He stopped a few meters before that accursed hallway, not wanting to lose his life in there, and awaited Vader. He stared at the door, remembering when he and Nyssa had first come through it from the other side. They hadn’t known what to expect, but the control center, in which he now stood, was no surprise. There had been bodies in here, too, but no Jedi. The central venting systems cleared out the smell much better than those in the corridor. He flexed his muscles, swinging his arms around loosely, and reminded himself to relax. He had no weapon, no hope, no way of escape … why was he stretching? Be calm. Trust in the Force. Breathe. Do not fear. He heard the door’s activation as if it were the only sound in the universe. He felt his eyes close and sweat pour down across his brow. He merely wiped it away without a second thought and drew a ragged breath. He opened his eyes as the echo of respirator reverberated through the small area. He fixed his gaze on the masked demon directly in front of him, forcing himself to raise a condescending eyebrow. “I was half expecting you to run again, Jedi,” Vader spoke in between mechanical breaths. “No place left to run,” Daven admitted. “I paid that Corellian rancor, want-to-be pilot to take me here. And he just up and leaves me with two-dozen rotting corpses to deal with. You can’t pay for good help these days, I tell you. It’s a shame. You should speak to your evil dictator about it; maybe he could erect some civil right debilitating law against dropping people off.” He could only hope that his sarcasm would conceal the truth. “Your humor will not stop the evitable,” was the response. The Dark Lord’s hands were still hanging at his sides, peaceably, but ever so close to his saber belt. “Did you kill them, Anakin?” the Jedi asked, having to know if his suspicions were correct. “The children here, too?” “Does that surprise you, Staver?” Vader’s voice was dark, harsh. “Does it bother you that I kill those that took me in?” “Yes,” Daven hissed honestly. The memory of a teenage Anakin threatening a rather large bully assaulted him. He had been an initiate, only a year away from becoming a Padawan himself, and small for his age. Another older initiate had taken advantage of his size and began to tease him when a tall, fairly intimating Padawan three years his senior pulled the bully away before a fight started. Eleven-year-old Daven had remembered that this was Anakin Skywalker, an honorary member of his initiate clan – the Bantha Clan – even though he hadn’t grown up in the Temple. Because he had no previous Jedi training, sometimes the strange teenager had to practice the most basic skills being learned by boys half his age. “Thank you,” Daven had whispered softly. “Yeah, well, what are fellow banthas for? I guess,” the confident Padawan replied simply and stalked off. “I suppose you will be like all the others,” Vader finally growled, his voice so different from the baritone Daven remembered. “Will you attempt to redeem me, Jedi?” “Redeem you?” he repeated, momentarily confused before realizing that other Knights, those that had been closer to Anakin, would have tried to turn him back to the Light Side. He shook his head. “The Masters say that people cannot come back. That darkness is forever.” As he looked at Vader, he could feel the truth in this statement – there was no goodness in this man – if he could be called that anymore – only cold, bitter darkness, like a dying sun turning into a black hole. “Then why are you attempting to delay your death?” The gloved hand was dangerously close to a lightsaber hilt. “You were once a good, decent human being,” Daven started, hoping that he could stall the Sith just a little longer. “You once had honor. But killing babies? Innocents? Have you stopped considering yourself a sentient? Are you now some twisted droideka? Have you no honor left?” He allowed his voice to sound out the words in the manner of a plea. “What I have, Jedi, is little patience for your oratory.” The response was nothing short of cruel. “What do you seek?” “Honor,” Daven stated boldly. “A chance to die like a Jedi. Return my weapon; let me fight with dignity. Maybe you don’t want redemption for your crimes, but you should not kill an unarmed man. For, if you do, you will no better than an animal.” “You want your lightsaber back?” Vader asked, thoughtful. At Daven’s nod, he pulled out a very familiar cylinder. The Jedi blinked, slightly amazed that the Sith was actually carrying his own lightsaber somewhere in the folds of that black cape. He silently wondered if Vader had kept all the weapons of his recent kills so handy. “So be it, Jedi.” The Force prickled around him milliseconds before Vader ignited the amber blade, but Daven knew it was already too late. His abs stiffened in anticipation as Vader crossed the last few meters between them. The more powerful Sith Lord crushed down upon the younger man’s Force-attuned senses, not allowing him to use the energy field in his own defense. Daven thus remained perfectly still, but perfectly aware of the near future. The lightsaber running through his abdomen was just as painful as he had imagined it would be. He desperately wanted to scream, as if it could release some of the anguish, but his diaphragm failed him and he was left only attempting to gasp air. He could only cough, though. The taste of the blood streaming out of his mouth was unbearable. He finally landed on the cold stone floor, unaware of how he managed to get there. The snap-hiss of the saber deactivating sounded so faint, so muffled, that Daven was surprised that Vader was still standing this close to him. But what did that matter now? It was time to sleep. He struggled mentally, involuntarily, to find Nyssa through the Force. Just to feel her one last time … Nyssa … No, mustn’t think of her, mustn’t reach out to her, mustn’t touch her mind. Vader will find her quicker that way. Die alone, just as you were meant to. “Thanks,” he said sarcastically despite feeling the warm liquid bubbling over his mouth and down his chin. “After all, what are fellow banthas for?” So Vader was truly the betrayer. He was no longer a Jedi for sure, and now Daven knew he was also no longer a man as well. He closed his eyes, not bothering to search for Vader’s response. With that mask, how could he even read facial expressions? Not like it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Even the fact that the young Jedi had not gotten his last wish – he would die without dignity. Daven exhaled one at last time – attempting to push the painful feelings out of his head – but failed to inhale. Sleep now, little Jedi, the others await you, was his last conscious thought, but he could not honestly comprehend whether it was his own or another’s. -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 11/13/04 7:44pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004
	oh my goodness. Atty!!!!! You didn't just do that! -----signature----- Belaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Get jiggly with it at Jello Anarchy.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 11/13/04 8:51pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004
	I've read the post chokes up , but I'll reply to your reply to my reply first. And what the heck are you doing up at 5 in the morning? Reading . . . writing . . . Obi-Wan, for example, seems really chaste to me. Many write Anakin, however, as experienced when he marries Padme. I don’t know. Same here. I mean, when I see Anakin in AOTC, I don't see him as a stud. I see him as a young man who is very experienced in combat, even diplomacy to some degree, and completely inexperienced in romantic relationships period. So maybe if they want to have sex, they have to undergo special rites, sleep only without Jedi or whatever. I just don’t know, this question keeps nagging at me. I feel almost like starting a WR topic about it, but it might push too close to the TOS line. Nah, that wouldn't push too close to the TOS line. We can discuss anything we want so long as it's tasteful and not graphic. I hadn't actually considered that possibility, but considering the degree of control the Order likes to impose on it's Knights (with their consent or not), it's certainly possible. Maybe Padawans are forbidden from it at all because they aren't mature enough to separate the two yet - attachment and sex. I don't know, either. The purges are depressing, but before we let ourselves dwell in the glum, we have to remember that there can be happiness during even the most difficult of times I totally agree. And those moments are what keeps people going in horrible circumstances. In my history class this semeseter, my teacher said that - I believe it was the first Christmas of it, on this one battlefield, they had a truce and celebrated Christmas together - then went back to slaughtering each other. Funny how we can seek those moments out even when it seems virtually impossible to experience anything but the horribleness of the present. Yeah, I wonder how Daven would make it as a smuggler at Nyssa’s side. I hope you know that comment had me very worried. (Justifiably so, apparently. ) Because that means you don't know, and that means - it doesn't happen! I hope you did get to sleep I slept in until the next afternoon. LMAO. Okay here’s the deal: if I ever publish – and most likely it will be a book with a title similar to Ethnographical Representations in Roman Satire – I will sign it for you Okay! Though really, a napkin would do just fine. [face_adoration] sighs I think that's the way to begin my lil' review. You have a very condensed, informative way of writing. I know that sounds a little weird the way I put it, but you do. There's no wasted words or dialogue that just fills up space. I was really following Daven's and Nyssa's conversation holding my breath - will Daven make the choice I know he thinks is the right one to make? (And probably is, dammit.) Nyssa, I think, responded how I would expect her to. Yes, she's Nyssa, bounty hunter, but she's also Daven's lover, and smart, and just realized she was pregnant. If there's one thing I abhor, it's unbelievably stupid characters. I don't know what happens after this post, but I think she did the right (if ) thing. Maybe if she has a plan, a workable plan, I could see her rescuing him . . . as he loses consciousness denialdenialdenial. She backed away from him, shocked, but not bothering to ask how he would know such a thing. She simply laid a hand on her abdomen, feeling for movement in a day-old embryo. Her tears finally came, flowing down her cheeks evenly. I wanted to cry with her. The way he told her just seemed like the only way he could, and her reaction the only one she could have. I mean, normally this aspect of the plot could seem like a plot device intended to invoke a gut-wrenching reaction out of your readers, but I don't feel manipulated here. You don't spend too much time on it, or too little. sighs and sits back But, such as it was, Palpatine’s reign could not last forever, and someday the Jedi would return – perhaps with his child amongst their ranks. It was a very pleasing thought for a dying man to have, even if it wasn’t necessary true. But it is! You know, Nyssa's last name didn't even occur to me until Amsie mentioned it. He flexed his muscles, swinging his arms around loosely, and reminded himself to relax. He had no weapon, no hope, no way of escape … why was he stretching? Be calm. Trust in the Force. Surely the Force wouldn't guide him to stretch when it's useless? “No place left to run,” Daven admitted. “I paid that Corellian rancor, want-to-be pilot to take me here. And he just up and leaves me with two-dozen rotting corpses to deal with. You can’t pay for good help these days, I tell you. It’s a shame. You should speak to your evil dictator about it; maybe he could erect some civil right debilitating law against dropping people off.” He could only hope that his sarcasm would conceal the truth. Hoping it would conceal the truth - isn't the case for it all? His jokes cover his fear, his pain, his anger, and finally, his love. I liked, then, how Daven remembered Anakin as a Padawan, and even then, he had those moments of - not really anger, or anything like that, but indifference, I think is the word I want to use. Maybe one of Anakin's faults was that he could not feel compassion for those that weren't personally close to him. He said in the movie that a Jedi is meant to care for all people, but I don't really think he does, and I think Daven sees that now. I have to say, as evil as he is, I like how you did Vader. Vader is a kind of tricky character. As someone pointed out in Lit in some random thread, he actually has an odd sense of humor (as well as way of speaking) - "Apology accepted." I mean, come on! And then he's this horrible killing machine. Not big and bulky and intimidating, though he's that, too, but powerful and intelligent as well. [face_thoughtful] “The Masters say that people cannot come back. That darkness is forever.” Forever. I think that line is going to haunt me. I just came back from a church service, randomly, and . . . I guess I'm thinking about eternity and whatnot now. What a sad perspective to have, as a Jedi, that once lost there is no hope of redemption. Maybe Luke's lack of training helped him in that he never shared that belief. Had he been trained since he was young, I think he would have had the same view. Though considering Vader killed children, and what he does to Daven here, I can fully understand why the Jedi would believe him utterly lost, even without that kind of prior philosophy. Ignorance can be bliss, and saving bliss in Luke's case. How Vader stabbed (I won't say killed yet, I just can't) Daven was - I'm not sure what word to use. How cruel. Daven knew he would lose and wanted to die with dignity, and Vader wouldn't permit it. Vader isn't just satisfied with killing, he wants to degrade and spit upon what remains. But I guess that's the Dark Side for you; it is utterly evil, and evil has no sense of honor. You're getting me so emotional. “After all, what are fellow banthas for?” So Vader was truly the betrayer. And then that. Using that recollection then, at that point, was just so well-timed and perfect. And then Vader - Vader the betrayer. Look at what you've done in an OC story, creating these emotions and these feeling of betrayal the Jedi surely must have in Ep. III. I hear it all the time, and I always think it sounds silly, but I mean it: I hope Ep. III is done so well. Sleep now, little Jedi, the others await you, was his last conscious thought, but he could not honestly comprehend whether it was his own or another’s. And so you leave us to wonder. What happens to Nyssa? That's the next question on my mind, with what happens to Daven (or his body ) a close second. You've really got me so emotionally invested into these characters. I think I need to print this story out and keep it (and get you to sign it, hahahaha ). Certainly save the link! And what next? What next, dammit? throws tantrum and cries -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Amidala_Skywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 11/19/04 4:42pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004
	You killed Daven! Well, we all knew death was coming . Maybe Daven is a bit (South Park) Kenny-ish . Brilliant post, Jayen. I was almost speechless after reading it for the first time. You did everything right. I don’t think there’s anything more to say. We’re nearing the end, though! I don’t want to say adieu! Watch out, readers! Another big shock is coming! Ams -----signature----- Amsié, Crest of Handmaidens . ___ TF.N Archive Reviewer ___ Battlestar Galactica is the new way.
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/21/04 6:37pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004 - Date Edited: 11/21/04 6:44pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	Bel: I only did what I had to do pats on shoulder I very sad, too Oba: cracks knuckles I see him as a young man who is very experienced in combat, even diplomacy to some degree, and completely inexperienced in romantic relationships period. Yeah. The boy can't seem to figure out how to woo Padme. His attempts at flirting become creepy stalker behavior. Maybe he doesn't know what he's doing Nah, that wouldn't push too close to the TOS line. We can discuss anything we want so long as it's tasteful and not graphic. I think I will. It's something to consider before submitting to the archive. I'll ask LP. Maybe Padawans are forbidden from it at all because they aren't mature enough to separate the two yet - attachment and sex. I don't know, either. Entirely possible. Maybe most Jedi spend their entire lives not even bothering to consider it, yet there are those rare few that do. I just can't, I my mind, seperate attachment from sex. Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic In my history class this semeseter, my teacher said that - I believe it was the first Christmas of it, on this one battlefield, they had a truce and celebrated Christmas together - then went back to slaughtering each other. I think I've heard that too. Like during the civil war? It seems sort of odd that people would try to live normally in tough times, but what choice have you? I think that Daven, if he hadn't met with Vader, would have indeed chosen to get with Nyssa and live happily ever after as best he could. Maybe it wouldn't have been perfect, but it would have been better than running and bemourning the loss of an Order you can't single-handedly bring back. I hope you know that comment had me very worried. (Justifiably so, apparently. ) Because that means you don't know, and that means - it doesn't happen! major hugs Okay! Though really, a napkin would do just fine. LOL. Um, I put a picture of my mountain in my lj, will that do? You have a very condensed, informative way of writing. I know that sounds a little weird the way I put it, but you do. Yes, I guess I was never one for flowery, useless language. I get bored by it when I read it, so I tend not to write it. Nyssa, I think, responded how I would expect her to. Yes, she's Nyssa, bounty hunter, but she's also Daven's lover, and smart, and just realized she was pregnant. If there's one thing I abhor, it's unbelievably stupid characters. I don't know what happens after this post, but I think she did the right (if ) thing. Maybe if she has a plan, a workable plan, I could see her rescuing him . . . as he loses consciousness denialdenialdenial. Yep, Nyssa is smart. And so is Daven. He knows that if he tells her about the baby, she will most likely take a step back from any suicide ideas and think about protecting her child. I don't know if it came out clearly, but Nyssa has a very powerful sense of family, especially of the mother/child relationship. If anything can stop her from going after Daven, it would be a child, I think. I mean, normally this aspect of the plot could seem like a plot device intended to invoke a gut-wrenching reaction out of your readers, but I don't feel manipulated here. You don't spend too much time on it, or too little. sighs and sits back Why make it worse than it has to be by dwelling on it. She knows the truth, it is heart-wrenching, she cries. They're working on a limited time frame here. Can only get so much greiving done But it is! You know, Nyssa's last name didn't even occur to me until Amsie mentioned it. It wasn't supposed to! I was supposed to be a surprise. side long glance at Amsie Hoping it would conceal the truth - isn't the case for it all? His jokes cover his fear, his pain, his anger, and finally, his love. Like Nyssa said, it's a "poorly developed coping mechanism." Smart, smart girl Maybe one of Anakin's faults was that he could not feel compassion for those that weren't personally close to him. He said in the movie that a Jedi is meant to care for all people, but I don't really think he does, and I think Daven sees that now. Yeah, I think so too. It's obvious with the sandpeople. Anakin might care more for people he's close to, and cares more for the people he's closest to. So Shmi gets an entire group of people killed, Obi-Wan needs to say "I love you too" more often lest his padawan tries to kill him. So he feels a vague sense of protectiveness towards Daven, since they're supposed to be clam mates. That probably makes no sense. Oh, well. I have to say, as evil as he is, I like how you did Vader. Vader is a kind of tricky character. As someone pointed out in Lit in some random thread, he actually has an odd sense of humor (as well as way of speaking) - "Apology accepted." I mean, come on! And then he's this horrible killing machine. Not big and bulky and intimidating, though he's that, too, but powerful and intelligent as well. [face_thoughtful] If I stick by anything in this story, it would be Vader's dailogue. I can really see him saying it. I think Vader is slightly insane and is sort of amused at his killings. He sees Daven as an annoyance and possible threat - since he did score a hit when they were fighting - so it's best to get rid of him as quick and as safely as possible. Hence he doesn't give him back his saber. I'm sure Vader is amused at the sick irony of killing someone with a weapon they've made themselves. Forever. I think that line is going to haunt me. I just came back from a church service, randomly, and . . . I guess I'm thinking about eternity and whatnot now. What a sad perspective to have, as a Jedi, that once lost there is no hope of redemption. Yeah, it's a horribly depressing thought. I think Daven believes it though, through and through. He would have been surprised if he saw Luke free Vader. I imagine that, even in the afterlife, he wouldn't be able to accept Anakin as a Jedi completely. Maybe Luke's lack of training helped him in that he never shared that belief. Had he been trained since he was young, I think he would have had the same view. And so maybe that was one reason why Obi waited so long. ponders Though considering Vader killed children, and what he does to Daven here, I can fully understand why the Jedi would believe him utterly lost, even without that kind of prior philosophy. Ignorance can be bliss, and saving bliss in Luke's case.[/i[ Exactly. Vader did some pretty horrible things in the OT, but they probably were only a fraction of what he is actually capable of doing. He and the emperor managed to get rid of all the Jedi somehow Luke hasn't seen this all first hand, and so that's his (and Anakin's) saving grace. [i]Vader isn't just satisfied with killing, he wants to degrade and spit upon what remains. But I guess that's the Dark Side for you; it is utterly evil, and evil has no sense of honor. Yep. I don't see Vader as an honorable being. I suppose one could form an argument on the contrary, but c'mon. He leads his on son in to a trap by using his friends as bait. Not honorable. Palpy leds the entire Rebellion into a trap. And then that. Using that recollection then, at that point, was just so well-timed and perfect. And then Vader - Vader the betrayer. Thanks I think it was Daven's last attempt at a joke. It didn't come out too well, because he couldn't really think it out. Look at what you've done in an OC story, creating these emotions and these feeling of betrayal the Jedi surely must have in Ep. III. I hear it all the time, and I always think it sounds silly, but I mean it: I hope Ep. III is done so well. How could they not feel that way? They freed him, raised him, called him their own. It's the worst betrayal! I hope it's good too, but You've really got me so emotionally invested into these characters. I am too! I love them (again with the maybe I'll write an AU viggie if ya all want ) throws tantrum and cries hugs and gives cookie Amsie: You killed Daven! Well, we all knew death was coming Well, you at least knew, fair beta reader. But, I doubt he could have lived Maybe Daven is a bit (South Park) Kenny-ish What? No tears from you? I worked hard for your tears! Now cry! Brilliant post, Jayen. I was almost speechless after reading it for the first time. You did everything right. I don’t think there’s anything more to say. We’re nearing the end, though! I don’t want to say adieu! Thankiees, Amsie hugs As promised, a dedication to the beta reader: Amsie is my dear beta reader, And, yes, my friends, I really do need her. Because I think anything I write will suck, or, if it happens to be good, nothing but luck. But Amsie will always read And gives my the feedback I need. So, like Vergil had his Pollio - The person, not the disease, you know - To edit the great Aenied I have Amsie to see it, read it And tell me honestly what she thinks Using her little parentheses. And so I dedicate this awful poem to the Empress With hugs and kisses. As always -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Amidala_Skywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 11/21/04 6:50pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004
	My limerick! sobs! I’m going to miss this story! My dear, dear purgy! I feel like I’m its second mother . I hate how Star Trek is right. All good things have to come to an end sigh. Jayen, post the last chapter, darn you! Ams -----signature----- Amsié, Crest of Handmaidens . ___ TF.N Archive Reviewer ___ Battlestar Galactica is the new way.
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/21/04 8:42pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Updated Nov. 13, 2004 - Date Edited: 1/29/05 8:39pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	hugs Amsie you are it's second mother *** She didn’t understand how she knew that Daven was dead, but she knew it all the same. Nyssa wanted desperately to sob, yet large tears drops only rolled silently down her cheeks. She hunched slightly in her chair and continued to stare at the fuel gauge through blurred vision. Fourteen percent. She had spent what precious spare moments Daven had given her calculating the length of time it took for the gauge to raise one percent. If she left now, she would reach the starboard tank intake by the time it went up to fifteen. Nyssa had no desire to be in this hangar any longer than necessary. With her utility belt secured to a new combat suit, she marched down the ramp with her favorite blaster rifle in tow. She made a wordless promise to herself to be more careful in climbing up the hull this time around – Daven wasn’t here to catch her anymore. She swung the rifle over her shoulder, fastening it to her back for easy access, and began her ascent. The hangar was eerily quiet without Daven there to shout warnings at her, but she tried to ignore that fact before grief overtook her and she became motionless. “Don’t think,” she told herself out loud, hoping that her words would break the silence. She reached the nozzle and was pleased when it detached quite a bit more easily than it had been attached. Nyssa threw the now useless contraption away, but flinched when the durasteel panels bounced and clanged against the permacrete floor. That had been a bad idea. Vader might still be in the base and if he heard that … “Okay, girl,” she whispered. “Don’t get panicked; just get out of here.” She slid slowly down the hull, carefully edging her way towards the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief when she hit the end of the hull and decided to jump the last few meters. The distance had been slightly greater than she had guessed, however, and she was forced to land in a crouching position. And that’s when she heard it – the sharp hum of mechanical breathing. She ducked down further and crawled away, attempting to hide her form in a mess of nearby crates. A whole slue of choice slang words from several tongues rushed into her mind, but she remained silent, almost breathless. Nyssa could hear Vader moving from one side of the hangar to the other, perhaps inspecting the Gray Star or, more likely, looking for her. She swallowed harshly, hoping that the gesture would not generate too much noise. “Your attempt at stealth is pointless,” a voice snarled. “Come out.” Nyssa realized she was shaking in fear as sweat slowly ran down her entire body. If this Sith could kill Daven without a fight, what could he possibly do to her? “I’m bounty hunter under contract with the Empire,” she said while trying to stop her jaw from quivering. “Staver was my target; I found him here and was trying to take him down.” A half-truth was better than no truth, right? “Yet you broke him out of Imperial custody in this ship,” Vader responded coldly. “That does not bode well with the Empire.” “My mistake,” Nyssa replied as she moved a few more meters away from the Dark Lord’s voice. “I wasn’t aware of his arrest. But, since you caught him now, I think we’re even. After all, I did lead you to him with that homing beacon.” “Nonsense, bounty hunter,” Vader barked. “I grow tired of your games. Imperial mandate or not, you have harbored a fugitive, and are a traitor.” Such simple logic, Nyssa managed to think before a black glove reached out from behind her and latched on to her neck, pulling her forcibly away from the crate stack. She struggled fiercely as he pulled her to him and managed to successfully bend her leg and ram her foot into his kneecap. Obviously in pain, he paused just long enough for her to break free from his grip and run. She sprinted towards the ship, which was less than a dozen meters away. But before she reached the foot of the ramp, a hidden hand grabbed her and held her perfectly still, levitating her a half meter off the ground. “Hutt spawn!” she screamed. She could still feel her arms thankfully, so she wasted no time in activating her blaster cannon. He dropped her, allowing the bounty hunter to spin around and face her attacker. Nyssa didn’t hesitate to fire a round of shots directly at the Sith Lord and was hardly surprised when he blocked them. What was amazing was how he blocked them – Vader didn’t ignite his saber like Daven always did. Instead he merely raised his hand and the blots miraculously bounced away or were absorbed. Nyssa stood, stunned at the feat. The smoke was beginning to clear, and, without warning, Vader’s immense form was upon her again. He flicked his wrist mindlessly and the blaster flew from her grip, crashing against the wall on the far side of the hangar, completely out of reach. She desperately wanted to cringe in fear, but she forced herself to stand tall instead. She bent her body into a defensive stance, weaponless as she was, and prepared for the attack. It was possible that Vader would simply choke the hapless hunter and be done with his task, as he had attempted with Daven, yet Nyssa still hoped she would be given a chance at survival. She lunged suddenly and aimed her fists to smash the support system flashing on his chest, supposing that its destruction would render him helpless to stop her escape if not completely dead. It took less than a second to jump close enough to the Sith to strike, but, astonishingly, Vader was ready for her, predicting each of her moves. He grabbed her outstretched fist and crushed it mercilessly in one of his own. She crumbled ever so slightly, losing her perfect combat form, and fought the oncoming screech as half of her fingers broke. Nyssa sunk down before the Dark Lord’s feet when he let her hand go, hissing in response to the unexpected agony. Her cheeks reddened in both pain and anger as she fought to control her throbbing nerves. She was about to rise again, to continue the fight to her own death, willing to follow Daven into whatever sort of afterlife, when that black glove grasped her hair’s topknot and yanked the hunter to her feet. This time, she allowed a vocal cry of hurt and surprise before she made eye contact with Vader. His mask was so horrendous, as evil as it was dark, but she forced herself to spit at it. Her vision was fuzzy from the tears she now seemed to be crying, so she would never know if her saliva had hit its intended target. “Son of a kathhound,” she growled, knowing that these would be her final moments in this galaxy. “You killed Daven. I’ll see you in hell, that’s for sure, and you better pray that we aren’t more evenly matched there.” She wanted desperately to butcher this monster and avenge the death of the only man she had ever loved, but was brutally aware that she would never have the chance in this lifetime. “Daven,” Vader mused, stopping his hand just millimeters from his lightsaber hilt. “Staver?” He was silent for a minute, seemingly thinking, allowing the name to hang like smoke in the air. “You were his lover?” he asked, his mechanical voice rumbling. “Yes,” Nyssa hissed, giving into her rage. “Not like you can understand anything like that.” Bitter grief shot through her heart as she realized that she wouldn’t live to give birth to Daven’s child or see it grow up. It seemed Daven’s sacrifice was for nothing. They could have died together, resting together for all eternity on this base’s gray floors. At least Daven hadn’t known that. She closed her eyes and awaited the fatal blow, wondering if it would be from a lightsaber or the Force. The wetness from her tear tracks caused her hot face to burn and itch, but she ignored the feeling. Moments passed that seemed like hours, but nothing happened. Her skull still hurt, yet it had lessened to a dull ache, making her wonder if Vader was still pulling her hair. She swallowed loudly, amazed that she was able to hear her pulse booming in her ears and her harsh breathing more than the Sith’s respirator. Suddenly she dropped to the ground, landing with a shriek on her broken hand. She instinctively backed away, crawling with her injured hand clutched against her chest. She must have gone meters before she bothered to question why the Sith had let her fall. Nyssa glanced back up, expecting her face to meet with the heel of a boot, only to watch a black blur of a cape retreat from the hangar bay. She continued to crawl, reaching the underbelly of the Gray Star and leaning against one of the landing gears. She curled into a defensive ball and rested her broken hand atop her knees while her other rubbed her abdomen protectively. Her hair flew about her face in disheveled strands, which stuck to her cheeks as her tears dried. Nyssa could only imagine why Vader had left. Did he have some horrible torture device he wanted to grab from his ship? Did he sense the baby and want to find a way to make them both suffer equally before death? Perhaps Daven was still alive and he knew … and he was going back to finish the job. Her eyes filled once more, but she refused to let the tears fall. She merely continued to hide underneath the ship and stare at the hangar bay entrance. Minutes passed. And still silence. Nyssa, never one to miss an opportunity, realized that this was her chance to escape. She sprung to her feet and ran up the ship’s ramp, looking over her shoulder as she did so. The bay remained empty. The gauge in the cockpit read fifteen percent to her relief, so she strapped herself down for a speedy lift off. That’s when she noticed it. The Star’s radar was picking up another ship, just like it had done when Vader had arrived, but the green flashing indicated that the vessel was moving away, up into the planet’s atmosphere. A few minutes later, the screen went blank and the proximity alarm went silent, signifying that the skies above her were clear. Vader had left. Nyssa’s throat went dry. Why would the Sith Lord leave? Was it some sort of trick? She opted to take advantage of the situation and leave before he could change his mind, but something stopped her hand before she began the preflight checks. If he had left and Daven was still … She released her harness and left the ship, carefully walking out of the bay. She felt her body shaking, anticipating the worst, so she had to force her legs to move slowly. Her hands rubbed together in a nervous gesture she had picked up as a child. Her heart was in her throat as she rounded the last corner before the control center, but then it plummeted down somewhere near her stomach when saw she the body lying on the floor. She stopped in her tracks and threw herself against a nearby wall, burying her face against it as the last of her emotional strength dissolved into wracking sobs. Her knees gave way and she fell slightly, unable to control her body. She couched meters away from Daven until the trembling calmed and she managed to breathe again. She stumbled over to him then, trying not to become paralyzed by the sight of the gaping wound in his midriff, and pressed her forehead against his neck, allowing herself to weep once more. When she had recovered, she sat up, realizing that the side of her face was covered in Daven’s blood. She ripped off a piece of her undercoat and wiped off his chin, trying to clear away the blood that hadn’t yet dried. The motion was so familiar, reminding her that only a few days prior she has tended the young Jedi while he laid unconscious, right before she had worked up the nerve to kiss him. That pleasant but anxiety-ridden moment seemed like so long ago, a different lifetime even, as she finished her gruesome work. “I don’t know why he let me go, Daven,” she told him, wishing he could listen, “I bet you would know. You didn’t know everything, but you would have known that.” Nyssa stared at him, noticing how innocent, how serene, he looked in death. He had accepted it just as he had accepted the bounty on his life and her hunting him – with grace and poise. Could she have expected anything different from Daven? “What am I supposed to do now, drone?” she mused, attempting to call him by her favorite endearment but realizing that he most certainly was no longer sexless – a thought that was equally sweet, amusing, and bitter. “You’ve been my life for the past two years. I don’t know what to do.” She ran her hand along her belly. She couldn’t very well continue hunting – she had lost the taste for it – and smuggling and the rebellion were no places for a woman with a child. She sighed, forcing herself to breathe, and stood. Grabbing Daven’s body, she hefted over her shoulder. The trek was rough, especially with the throbbing in her hand, but she carried him to the Jedi pyre and ignited the wood there one last time. He would rest with his brothers. Nyssa knew that he would find it fitting and be grateful, possibly more than she would ever understand. He was a Jedi and he belonged to the Jedi, but she refused to deny that she too had owned a small piece of his soul, however briefly their mutual love had been celebrated. She would carry him with her always, no matter where destiny decided to take her. And she wouldn’t be alone. She touched her abdomen gently as the last of the pyre’s flames died down and darkness settled over the barren field once more. “Well,” she said thoughtfully as she looked at her stomach, “I guess it’s you and me, kid.” At that, Nyssa Jade turned her heel and headed for her ship, not looking back, but not forgetting either. THE END ... or is it? -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 11/22/04 12:51am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come - Jedi purge novella - Completed Nov. 21, 2004
	I loved it, Atty. Maybe more later, when I get more coherent. I'm reduced to emoticons at this hour. -----signature----- Belaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Get jiggly with it at Jello Anarchy.
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