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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 2/18/05 2:41pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 6) - Date Edited: 2/18/05 2:43pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	obaona: Think green! And you do it brilliantly. Why thank you, my dear Seriously, though, that does make me happy. In my mind, Daven and Nyssa have always been the focus - I know Mara is an EU character (not OC!), but I never thought Eluding was about anything other than these two characters in the time they were in, you know? Daven and Nyssa are the focus This is what we get when we write an AU that you never tended too I didn’t really ever think I’d end up writing Mara (especially teenage Mara! ) so I haven’t given that much thought to her character We’ll see how it works. This is a Daven/Nyssa fest, but I am planning for some moments for Mara, especially with Daven. Which is also why the child being Mara was such a surprise. Even though I'd been spoiled, I was so drawn into Nyssa/Daven, I was like Heehee. Originally, of course, while I was plotting the fic, Mara wasn’t the end result The bunny rearing was a long process before writing because my bunnies are sickly, weak little things that don’t breed or hop around like normal bunnies. Mara just sort of waggled herself in there, little star-turner! All Jedi do, though. I see Daven as being somewhere between the extremes, I suppose. Perhaps he'd use Obi-Wan's form, which is primarily for self-defense? Maybe. Based on his fight with Vader, Daven is pretty handy with a lightsaber, perhaps better than he is at blocking blots with it but he wasn’t particularly good at blocking Vader’s Force attacks. The funny, interesting and very hard thing about AU's is nailing characterization. In my humble opinion, of course. But I really like how smoothly you blend this AU situation and Mara's just - personality. I mean, her personality was obviously partially formed by Palpatine and the way he wanted her to be, and yet I see her as having a very stubborn nature - which only Jedi training ever manages to calm (and even then not much). So I like this instinctual comparison on Mara's part. It’s always difficult to determine what characteristics should stay and what should go in AU. And how much of rearing affects how a person turns out. When writing Nyssa I sort of took Mara’s stubborn “my way or the airlock” personality as an example, so I think it’s innate within both of them to some degree. Of course, I don’t think my Mara would be so keen on killing politicos like her counterpart, but some things just stay the same, anyway. That was way too many words for that So building a lightsaber is almost instinctual for a Jedi? With a little guidance from the Force and a good Master Seriously, I don’t think all Jedi were experts with mechanics and that the lightsaber is the highpoint of their building skills. Probably many Jedi, like Obi-Wan even, prefer it that way. I’m sure it’s very natural for Daven, even if he never bothered to remember all the parts’ names. Cute, Atty, very cute! Don't think I didn't notice that last part! He was so elusive, he got you to write an AU where he lives ... (Well, he had my help.) Just had your help, huh? You, sweetie, dragged him out of his nice, comfy grave, made him pick up a blaster, and entertain you He doesn’t blame you, though, he’s enjoying the AU life-ness But I just like that image - of Daven not being very technically proficient. I mean, as a Jedi he'd know a lot, but hey, some things you just have a talent for and some things you don't, no matter how smart or well-trained you are. I like it, too. I don’t necessarily consider it a “character flaw” but sort of a quirk. He probably had all those classes and paid enough attention not to get a talking to from his Master, but didn’t really care otherwise. And now he’s perfectly content to make Nyssa and Mara do it. I must admit, first time I read this part I blinked. At that age, you want to look older, not younger - striving for maturity and all (which generally speaking, you think you already possess). But - interesting. Yes, this is true. But parents are supposed to be old and icky and stay that way with no hotness involved. You know I loved this. Such an offhand little detail, but I can totally see it being the case. Fun facts are just plain fun! I always wondered if such experiments would have taken place at major universities. And since Jedi are open to understanding and exploring the nature of the universe …. Perhaps that is something lacking the new Jedi Order, that cohesiveness in all details of life. Of course, the new Jedi Order has new influences as well, which the Jedi Order couldn't have because of their very cohesiveness (and strict, this-is-what-you-learn training), which all considering isn't necessarily a bad thing. Much are the differences between the two I think the old order was more learned in a classical sense, and very sage in that way. The new order is more defenders and warriors, they would like to be highly educated, but most of their recruits are past school age. And even with the criminal lifestyle they're living, Mara letting something slip as a child would be disastrous. That makes me wonder, though, if they ever thought Mara lacked for companions her own age. Which makes me think of homeschooling (that always being the primary argument against it ... which has been largely disproven, by the way). Especially with the criminal lifestyle they’re living. I’m sure a few of their associates wouldn’t mind getting their hands on a live Jedi knight. Yes, I wondered about the whole being raised alone thing. Mara can’t exactly go to the Smuggler’s Alliance day care and play with the other kids. But I can’t imagine that it could be much worse socially than being trained as a Hand. Nyssa and Daven are probably afraid of dwelling in a place too long or people discovering what Daven and Mara are. Mara is Force sensitive, so to protect her, I’m sure her parents would rather left her have no friends. See all the things you make think of? And now I’m replying to it with more thinking You balanced it out, what Mara and Daven share, and what Mara and Nyssa share. Which is nice and also true to form, I think. Children tend to be from both their parents - Luke isn't solely like Luke, and Leia like Padme. Exactly. And it’s important for a child to have special stuff to share with both of their parents. Makes for mucho happy kids and parents. And, of course, the good comes with the bad, so Mara’s both stubborn and quick-tongued. Why did he flinch? very curious now because must know everything opens mouth to answer question but now that I’ve gone and made you curious, why should I make it easy for you? Answer is, of course, that he hasn’t always been woken up so well in his life But that lazy smile - I can so picture that. Hey ... oh hey. It’s very man Why do I have a bad feeling about this? because it’s um, Mara? And Star Wars? Oooh. Actually, after some thought, I think I know why I like it. You know how I'm learning Latin, right? Well, one of the things learning it (even as little as I know) has taught me, is to look carefully at words. The meaning, the connotation, everything. Things truly well-written can be savored, because things don't just make sense in the characterization and plot and all that - but the words used, too, can tell a person so much. I know exactly what you mean One word and it’s precise meaning can really add a lot to the feeling of a sentence. In Greek right now, we’re being ask to translate each and every word, which is kinda hard in Greek because there are a lot of particles that otherwise seem completely useless. But when you do it, you get a more weighty meaning out of what you read. Latin is know for it’s small vocabulary (you wouldn’t guess it ) and so part of the trick of it is to see a word and understand a wide range of meanings that word implies. Of course one meaning is prevalent over the others in context, but you still have to understand the whole array to get a deeper meaning. That little bit tells me that Daven is relaxed, and yet also shows this - progression. Daven's changed from his Jedi drone ways, after all. And somehow, this 'loose'ness just shows that. Exactly. Daven has changed greatly – hopefully you still like him – he has not only lead a completely different life for the past decade but has become pretty comfortable with it. He enjoys his time with Nyssa and is perfectly okay with doing the forbidden Whereas when you use words well (and don't overdo your vocabulary), it's like good poetry - so little says so much. Me no like big words. Words that are used badly or when an author uses words that most readers will have to look up, what meaning can be derived? The sentence is rendered utterly meaningless. And that’s not good :p You’ll find that the best latin poetry has a pretty simple vocabulary Awww. But I liked this insight in Nyssa's character. It's tempting to make things all happiness and bliss, but people have these scars and habits they fall back to. I don't think Daven can understand how Nyssa's background has marked her - not with his own so carefully controlled. Yes, life is never happily ever after, even when the hero does survive (I think the EU proved that rather painfully :p ) But people will still have their problems and ways to deal with them. Nyssa has lived an incredibly hard life and came out stronger because of it. But she still was abused as teenager and left behind by her mother. She has abandonment issues that will never quite go away. Daven never had a family, never understood that close, personal connection save for, maybe, with his master. Even then, I’m sure his Jedi training told him exactly how to react to his master’s death. And I doubt he understands, either, how his has marked him. Jedi, I think, are encouraged to question themselves and their lives - within a certain framework. And so, there's always that blindness one always has about oneself. Though honestly, I think Nyssa is less vulnerable to that than he is. Just because. Exactly. I think, when all the Jedi were dying, Daven felt a new sort of pain, one he wasn’t really trained to deal with – which leads to his reaction in Eluding. It’s possible that he couldn’t really understand why he felt the way he felt because it was so un Jedi like to feel such immense grief. And then his love for Nyssa. Who knows how long he was in love with her before she made him realize it. Nyssa is the sort of person who will sit and analyze her feelings and act on them, just like she did in Eluding – “okay, I love him, better go save his sorry butt.” But at times she has some very deep-seeded fears that, if even she can understand them, she can’t necessarily make them go away. That is messed up. What a horrible universe! (Er, that they have to live in, not the story ... you know what I mean!) I do. It is very horrible, in a way. Not only did the rule of the emperor put them into an impossible romantic situation – bounty hunter and prey – but then the Jedi have to ban attachment. They have a lot to deal with :p Stirred? Get your butt up there right NOW, buddy He was almost asleep! Poor, tired Daven :p (And I bet it's a cute butt.) It’s official. You are seriously obsessed with his butt I liked the introspection about Telos. After that flashback, connecting it to the present. It just - fits in my head, all nice-like. I learned in my Greek class yesterday that it’s called “ring composition” and human beings have been doing it innately since Homeric times I heart this story to pieces. I heart you Bel: Darn. I knew I should have tried to get here before oba did. But you did! points up I love you anyway What else can I say but that loved it, as usual? There's a quality to your writing that at times makes me think I'm reading a pro author, with your characters and dialogue and all that other good stuff. worships beams I love my characters and know them, so when it’s time to write their dialogue, it just sort of pops out of their mouths. Who knew two fictional characters could have chemistry? I love your Mara, and her thoughts on dear old mom and dad. could you expect anything less? But you do know that the ending qualifies as a cliffhanger, right? Really? It just seemed like a good place to stop :p VaderLVR64: Thanks! Lei: Atty, you characterization of Mara here is marvelous. She's definitely a teenage, but still seems enough like EU Mara for me to not go "flpft" while reading. Thanks points up to oba’s reply like I said, I don’t feel entirely confident writing her yet (especially with you and her reading … crazy M/L fans as you are! :p ) but I’m really liking the fact that you both think she’s good so far. (please don't ask me to explain that) Explain that just kidding :p And I love Daven/Nyssa mushy scenes, especially that one. The introspection felt very natural, and nicely done. I love the mush! Heehee! And dramatic, introspective speeches that only ex-Jedi and ex-bounty hunters think to make after a roll in the hay And what's in that box-thing? Bad Atty, giving us cliffies! What do you think is in it? Cliffhangers are just too much fun :p [beta in your PM box, dear] Thank you so much, Leia I feel . . . warmer. I think it's because my lurking cave doesn't have any heat. Hard to wire and install electicity and gas in those caves, I hear It's like I was reading a published novel. I love your writing style. There were some points where I was like "hmmm, Daven has red hair. Maybe . . . naaah, I'm being paranoid." So it did rather hit me by surprise. Yes, red hair is sort of in your face, but then not quite. :p Heeeheee -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 2/21/05 12:31pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 6) - Date Edited: 3/2/05 1:02pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	So, yes. Now we get to find out what's in the box. Big surprise, that And then we'll descend into another multi-post flashback - this one of a more mushy nature than the last. ***** Rescue the Princess – Part Three She was absolutely terrified. Both her hands and feet were bound tightly, and there was some sort of mask covering her mouth. At first she had thought it was acting as a blindfold – blocking her senses – but, when the darkness faded away with a rush of air and white light, she knew she had been in a container. Leia Organa squinted, willing her eyes to focus. They did, but the images were blurry and unintelligible. Slowly the form of a human appeared. It was a girl with intense red hair, and, as Leia’s vision cleared, she could tell that her expression was one of shock. The girl backed away slowly and ran off, leaving Leia alone in the … where was she, anyway? She looked around, examining her new surroundings. She herself was sitting in a large box – probably something like a packing crate – and the room beyond was a cold shade of gray with metal base walls and monotone lighting. A ship, perhaps? She struggled against her bonds, trying to free herself. They were bindings forged from a lightweight plexisteel – stronger than anything she could hope to break. Idiot, she chided herself as she glared at them. She didn’t know how long she had been there; she must have been unconscious for sometime – drugged, maybe. Her head was still sore and a headache was forming at the crest of her forehead. She groaned lowly. This was a bad day. And it was going to get worse. A man entered the room – a very deadly looking man. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a loose and low fitting pair of sleeping pants. As he drew closer, Leia could make out the muscular definition of his scarred chest, and the tattoo on his left shoulder. Oh, Force! Leia nearly panicked. She glanced towards the girl who accompanied the man in – the same redhead she had first seen; she must have been half the man’s age, easily. Someone had kidnapped Leia and sold her to a brothel ship – it was clearly the only explanation for a man of his appearance being so close to a young woman. She fought brutally against her bonds – no way in the seven hells would she go without a fight! Puzzled, the man watched her for a moment before raising his hand in a pacifying motion. He flicked his gaze towards the girl and gestured with his eyes towards something Leia’s field of vision would not allow her to see. “We aren’t going to hurt you,” he said softly, gently. His voice, she had to admit, did not match his demeanor. “I know you’re scared, but please try to stay calm. We’re going to release you.” The girl reappeared holding some sort of melting torch. She gave Leia a compassionate smile before turning the tool on and pointing it across the plexisteel cuffs with expert skill. They seemed to dissolve immediately, the metal running away in drops, but without burning her skin. “You’re wearing an oxygen mask,” the man told her as he leaned down less than a meter away from her. “I’m going to take it off. Don’t worry, the air in here is perfectly breathable.” His accent was core – deep core – and his eyes were an ice blue; neither of those two features managed to soothe Leia’s terror. He set to removing the mask. “Don’t scream,” he warned as he unhooked the last strap. Screaming, to Leia, seemed like a rather good suggestion. Her voice came out as a loud shriek and it echoed across the hollow hold quickly – a deafening sound. She could only hope that someone friendly to her cause would hear it. The man took a few steps back, but made no attempt to stop her. To her luck, the girl’s tool finished its melting on her ankles and her feet finally became free. She wasted no time, kicking the man in his groin. He doubled over with a grunt of pain, and his fall cleared a path out of her box. She stood and nearly fell herself – her legs must have been weak from being locked up – but she was able to stumble out past him and into the larger room. It was a cargo hold; she was definitely in a cargo hold of a ship. A quick glance around revealed nothing amazing, nothing useful – a few bins of tools, some storage containers. “Hey!” the girl’s voice called. Leia turned to face her and was surprised by the hydrospanner-turned-weapon in her hand. Her thick hair was tied back in a messy braid and she wore simple, dirty blue coveralls. Not the look one would expect from a pleasure girl. “You better be glad I don’t have a blaster with me, Hutt-tramp.” She swung the tool, directly aiming for Leia’s face, forcing her to duck away. This redheaded preteen apparently had the fighting style to match her language. Leia moved quickly, relying on her hand-to-hand combat training instinctively. She ran to the nearest bin and was rewarded for her efforts with a vibrocutter. The girl was nearly on top of her, ready to attack. She was quick and graceful – obviously trained in some form of fighting. Why this girl would be so ready to defend her sex-slave master, Leia had no clue, but now wasn’t the time to stop and ask. She stood poised with the cutter outstretched, wondering if the girl would take her chances against the blade. The redhead circled and waited for Leia to give her an opening. Soon, they both swung and defended, and then continued their circling without pause. Leia ventured to strike again, yet her hand was suddenly halted, never coming near the redhead. Leia’s wrist was held roughly in the man’s tight grip. She turned with a growl to stare at him; his expression was serious and hard, eyebrows knitting across his forehead. “I would drop that if I were you,” he said gruffly. Attempting to pull herself out of his grasp would be a futile gesture to be sure – he was much too strong for that; but she was a fast thinker. Leia dove towards him, biting into his hand and hoping to draw blood. He winced and let go, staring at the teeth marks in disbelief. There was no blood, but the indents, to Leia’s satisfaction, looked pretty deep. “She bit me,” he said incredulously. Leia stepped away, not daring to turn her back on either of them, and headed towards the hallway from which they had entered. The cutter was still in her head, but neither the girl nor the man tried to stop her. They weren’t even moving. Both were simply staring at her, almost awkwardly. Then there was a sharp, sudden pain that ran up her spine and sent her head spinning. She twisted around to see a blonde woman holding an injection pin. Her toes were starting to go numb. “Arconum,” the woman said with a sneer. “Mild poison. By ‘mild,’ of course, I mean that practically every nerve cell in your body is simply going to stop working for a few hours. But it won’t kill you. At least I’m pretty sure it won’t. We’ll see.” Leia gasped as the cold void spread up her legs and wrapped itself around her waist. She knew her knees had given out not because she felt them do so but because the blonde woman was quickly becoming very tall. There was no loud thump of her body hitting the floor, through – at least from what she could hear. She looked down and became slowly aware that the man’s hands had gripped under her armpits, preventing her from falling completely. Her feet lifted off the ground and she was weightless, as it would seem. The man swung his hand underneath her and cradled her his arms like one would a child. Or a lover. She tried to fight him, but her limbs paid no heed to her mind’s will. All she could do was lay in his grasp. His face was just centimeters away from hers, yet he made no move to touch her. Instead, his expression was perplexed and he appeared to be studying her. “Put her in the medbay,” the woman said. The man raised his eyes up towards the voice and nodded his agreement. Why would a slaver take orders from one of his females? Leia wondered when the man’s gaze returned to her. “I think she’s from Alderaan,” he said curiously. “I think she’s the princess of Alderaan, actually.” “Oh, really?” The woman’s tone was a combination of trepidation and sarcasm. “That’s fantastic. An unconscious princess in our cargo hold. Great!” Leia’s last conscious thought was that she wasn’t unconscious. *** Alderaan – Part One “Oh, best cards I think I’ve had all night!” the squat Sullustan said boastfully. “Beat that, Sabercat!” He held out a series of random sabacc cards. “Hey, that rhymes,” Nyssa noted, eyeing her own hand. “We’re playing for keeps now, right? I have my vest; let’s play strip sabacc.” Daven pondered that for a moment, scratching the stubble of his facial hair with the edge of his cards. It seemed like a good idea, but there was a problem. “I don’t have any clothes,” he admitted. “I left my Jedi robes on Corellia, remember?” They were sitting around a table in a darkened room. There was smoke in the air, but Daven couldn’t smell tabac anywhere. The Sullustan, a fellow smuggler whom Nyssa had long since named ‘Nubs,’ cackled under his breath. “I guess you’ll have to fold then, yeah?” “Now, now, no need to be hasty,” Nyssa said, pointing a warning finger at Nubs. “Daven, you can borrow my boots.” She smiled at him broadly. “Will they fit?” He was pretty sure they were too small, but then again, Nyssa always had really nice feet. The sudden urge to grab her and kiss her ankles was so intense that he had to close his eyes for a moment. It wasn’t the right time – he had to finish the game first. “I don’t know, kitten,” she told him, her expression one of contemplation. “They’re in the hydrofridge; I’ll go check.” “Thank you, beautiful,” he said as she rose from the table. She winked at him before leaving. Daven turned his attention back to Nubs – a very tricky opponent – and smirked. A few moments passed between them before either spoke. Then: “Daddy,” Nubs said seriously. “Daddy?” “What?” Daven blinked. That wasn’t right. He opened his eyes to a vague glow of the motion sensor’s sleep-set lighting as it flowed into the room via the hallway. The whiteness, despite its design to be non-invasive, stung at his pupils. He closed his eyes again, simply wanting the blinding light to go away. Why was it on? Better yet, why was the door to their quarters open? “Daddy?” A voice, not too loud but soft, begging. There was a light tug on his sleep shirt. The pieces fell into place quickly, and Daven’s eyelids immediately flew open. “Mara?” He blinked to let his eyes focus, to let the spots in his vision clear, and then he stared at the young girl before him. She was going to be five years old tomorrow, and her red hair was stringy against her face and shoulders – Nyssa would be fighting with tangles in the morning. Her face showed a combination of nervousness and fear. Nerves for the fact that she had just woken him up, perhaps, but Daven couldn’t quite place the origin of her fear. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worried, as he threw off his covers and sat on the edge of the bed. He was careful enough not to wake Nyssa still sleeping soundly next to him, but his concern for his daughter was beginning to make him jumpy. He opened his arms and reached for her. Without hesitation, she ran into them and buried herself in his lap, her face in his shoulder, drawing that rag of a doll close against her chest. “I’m scared,” she told him. Her voice was barely audible, muffled by his clothes. Daven paused and reached out with the Force, feeling for any sort of danger, whether aboard the ship or elsewhere nearby. But there was nothing. Just the soft hum of the Star’s systems and the lives of the three individuals within her. “Scared of what?” he asked. An obvious question, but what more could he do? He cradled her gently, waiting for a response. She curled closer to him, her breathing shallow but somewhat erratic. “A monster,” she finally admitted. “There’s a mynock in my footlocker.” Her face was pressed so deeply into his chest, Daven was surprised that Mara could still breathe. He gripped her tighter, though, when he felt her tiny limbs start to shake. He touched the Force once more, searching for the winged creature. Yet nothing. It was nearly impossible for a beast that large to be on the ship without them noticing it, and it was especially impossible for one to dwell inside a child’s footlocker. “Mara,” he began soothingly. “There is no mynock. You were dreaming.” The girl shook her head fiercely, and red strands flew across her face. “He’s there. He’s hiding.” “It’s not real, youngling. It’s just your imagination.” Daven remembered that he too saw creatures from the far reaches of the Coruscanti sewers as a young initiate at the Temple. When he was small – so small that he had to jump up to climb into his bunk – he had been woken up by such a monster. Frightened, he had run to the crèche Master in charge of the nightly infant care. The woman, aged beyond her wisdom, had held his shoulders and told him firmly that there were no such things as wild animals living under little Jedi boys’ beds. Then she marched him back into the initiates’ dormitory and sat him on his bunk. She told him to meditate – to focus on the Force and why it did not signal to him that there was any being in the room other than his fellow Bantha Clan mates. Then she left, shutting off his small bed lamp as she went. Leaving him alone in the dark. And he had cried himself to sleep, knowing full well that there was definitely a horrible, clawed thing lying in wait directly underneath him. Mara’s face was red, and tears were threatening to spill over her eyelids. To her, there was a mynock as much as there was a bed, a footlocker, and a ship. It was completely real. “Do you want me to get rid of it?” Daven asked gently. At Mara’s all too eager nod, he could barely hold back a smirk. His daughter may have been afraid, but she would never let it stop her sense of adventure. He sat her on the floor and stood, straightening his sleep clothes as he walked towards the room’s weapons cache. It was a password-protected safe, located well out of Mara’s reach. Both he and Nyssa had no doubts that their daughter would someday desire to open the cache, but they had no intent to make it easy for her. Daven’s lightsaber was inside, along with his and Nyssa’s favorite blasters. He grabbed the saber and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. Seeing all this, Mara had a content look on her face. She reached out for him and he held her hand. Her quarters were only a few meters away from their own, but the cold floor on bare feet and blinding overhead lighting made the short trip an uncomfortable one at best. They stopped at Mara’s open door, and Daven gestured for her to stay back. It was a good chance, if nothing else, to teach her how to respond to danger and listen to her parents’ commands. She obeyed, grabbing on to the doorframe and watching all his actions with earnest eyes. He pulled out the saber, but didn’t ignite it – far too risky to even bother putting on that kind of spectacle, especially when he was as tired as he was. The footlocker was in the corner of Mara’s room, pushed up and anchored against the wall. It held a good deal of her sleeping clothes and undergarments, and was easy for the young girl to reach. He moved toward it, his body in a defensive pose in hopes that his daughter would learn by example. He stooped down and lifted the lid slowly, carefully. And found a pile of misshapen garments vaguely resembling the shadow of a mynock. He smiled; his little girl sure did have a good imagination. He stood back up and turned to face Mara, who, for her part, was still staring, wide-eyed, at the footlocker. “I think you scared him away,” she told him tentatively. “Yeah, probably.” Still grinning, he sat on her sleepcouch. She watched him for a moment, curious, before joining him. She had to jump to climb up next to him. “You think you can go to sleep now, youngling?” Mara glanced back at the footlocker nervously, but was able to nod. She was still afraid – Daven could see it in her eyes. He paused, wondering what else he could possibly do to make her feel better. He would certainly not leave her in the dark, alone, when she still clearly thought that something was doing to attack her. That didn’t work. “Do you,” he said, “want to come sleep with your mom and me?” Her face brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grunted and lifted her up, carrying her. “You’re getting heavy,” he told her as she happily wiggled in his grip. “You’re such a big girl. Almost five years old. Before you know it, I won’t even be able to pick you up.” Truth be told, Daven could lift Nyssa without much effort, but Mara’s weight and height were only signs of something more – the simple fact that his little girl was growing older. Fast. He honestly couldn’t say in detail where the last five years had gone. There had been that magical time with Nyssa, then a baby, then … now. It all seemed so short, so brief. And he didn’t regret any of it. Mara giggled and he swung her slightly in his arms – just enough to draw out another laugh. Daven shut off the room’s lights, his brain thankful for the darkness, and headed back to his own quarters. The hallway’s sleep-set overheads would probably stay on for a few minutes more, but as soon as the door whipped shut, the blinding light was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief as Mara, aware of the sudden blackness, shifted against him nervously. He placed her next to her mother, close so that her head could rest near hers. The bed wasn’t the largest one available – it barely held himself and Nyssa if they decided not to hold each other – but it would be big enough, especially if Nyssa didn’t get any half-asleep ideas during the night. He yawned and relaxed, reaching out with the Force to feel the two beings he loved more than any other thing in the galaxy. And it was a good feeling. *** Lei for the beta. -----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: 2/21/05 1:50pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21) - Date Edited: 2/21/05 10:04pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Happy_Hobbit_Padawan
	[edit: hah! first post! I beat oba! ] I am so loving this story, Atty. So the hidden cargo is Leia, huh? Most interesting. I wonder if Daven knows who her real daddy is? I found it kind of funny that poor Daven was kicked and bit by her. Big tough Jedi bounty hunter taken out by a fesity lil princess! And then mama had to come in and fix the situation. She's probably thinking that her man and daughter are useless. I adored the mynock in the footlocker flashback! (I'd watched Monsters, Inc. over the weekend! ) Nyssa always had really nice feet. The sudden urge to grab her and kiss her ankles was so intense that he had to close his eyes for a moment. I think Daven's got a foot fetish! It was a password-protected safe, located well out of Mara’s reach. Both he and Nyssa had no doubts that their daughter would someday desire to open the cache, but they had no intent to make it easy for her. That made me wonder if light sabers have safety switch things like guns do. I'd imagine they'd have to, 'cause if the ignition switch is accidentally pressed while being worn on the belt, a Jedi would get a severe burn at best and lose an appendage or two at worst. But anyway - back to your story. Daddy & daughter are adorable! And Daven's so happy with them. He's gonna stay happy, right? Right? I mean, this is the AU where he survives and lives happily ever after? [edit: I forgot to mention I thought it was really funny that Leia assumed that Daven was a sex slaver master. ] -----signature----- Belaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Get jiggly with it at Jello Anarchy.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 2/27/05 10:21pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21)
	thwacks HHP just on general principle I get snippets and you don't! sticks tongue out Anyway, moving on from the childish immaturity ... I like the switch to Leia's POV. There's just something I like about it, I'm having difficulty expressing why. Then again, I love seeing beloved characters (Daven and Nyssa, and to a lesser extent, Mara) from the eyes of other characters. Done well (which of COURSE it is here), it can be very interesting to read. And it was going to get worse. A man entered the room – a very deadly looking man. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a loose and low fitting pair of sleeping pants. As he drew closer, Leia could make out the muscular definition of his scarred chest, and the tattoo on his left shoulder. That's Daven! But hold on a sec. Tattoo? Have I missed something? Someone had kidnapped Leia and sold her to a brothel ship – it was clearly the only explanation for a man of his appearance being so close to a young woman. Haven't noticed the family resemblance, dearest Leia? Or do you think things are that kinky? His accent was core – deep core – and his eyes were an ice blue; neither of those two features managed to soothe Leia’s terror. Yes, I suppose it would be. (His accent, I mean.) Curious that he never bothered to erase that accent, make it - bland, I guess. But then a lot of people are from the core area. She wasted no time, kicking the man in his groin. Good reflexes, Daven! Better reflexes, Leia! Not the look one would expect from a pleasure girl. “You better be glad I don’t have a blaster with me, Hutt-tramp.” LOL, I like how you've set things up here - Leia's thinking of her as a pleasure girl, and Mara calls Leia a 'Hutt-tramp'. All considering, I think Mara won that one ... “Arconum,” the woman said with a sneer. “Mild poison. By ‘mild,’ of course, I mean that practically every nerve cell in your body is simply going to stop working for a few hours. But it won’t kill you. At least I’m pretty sure it won’t. We’ll see.” Nyssa is PO'ed. nods sagely Her feet lifted off the ground and she was weightless, as it would seem. The man swung his hand underneath her and cradled her his arms like one would a child. Or a lover. I find it curious how determinedly Leia is holding to her 'slave-master' idea. I mean, really. She's a smart young woman, quick on her feet, no? You already mentioned her having combat training (at least for a defensive purpose), so she must have been trained to read situations as well. Either she's holding to it because she fears it so much, or she's got some other reason to think he might be that. Leia’s last conscious thought was that she wasn’t unconscious. LMAO. I just loved that. The sudden urge to grab her and kiss her ankles was so intense that he had to close his eyes for a moment. So strange and yet so romantic. But who am I to be talking? Her face rang a combination of nervousness and fear. Nerves for the fact that she had just woken him up, perhaps, but Daven couldn’t quite place the origin of her fear. I like this ... such a little thing, Daven being nervous, wouldn't a parent normally think she'd just had a nightmare? But none of them are in a normal situation. And I doubt any would recognize a normal situation if it slapped them in the face ... For various reasons. hugs Daven and Nyssa And he had cried himself to sleep, knowing full well that there was definitely a horrible, clawed thing lying in wait directly underneath him. And yet that shows the difference in how Jedi children are raised. Always an opportunity to teach. Not love and care for. Sure, at a certain point, a parent says, "You're just imagining it." But my mom, no matter how sleepy, always took time to say, "It's all right." You go Daven, making sure there was no monster there. He grabbed the saber and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. Seeing all this, Mara had a content look on her face. She reached out for him and he held her hand. Awwwww. Just ... awwww. And he didn’t regret any of it. I like how you demonstrate (and yet don't tell - just show us) how Daven has moved past his Jedi upbringing, doing things his own way, living his own way, and ... liking it. The bed wasn’t the largest one available – it barely held himself and Nyssa if they decided not to hold each other – but it would be big enough, especially if Nyssa didn’t get any half-asleep ideas during the night. LOL! And it was a good feeling. That describes my reaction to this post. Lovely as always, Atty. -----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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LianaMara Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 2/28/05 9:56am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21)
	Beta in your PM box tonight, Atty. I'm at work, so . . . Anywho, this was a lovely post. Leia's POV was a pleasant surprise, and the way that she misinterpreted the events and her surroudings was truly giggle provoking. Although I'd probably be thinking something similiar if I was in her shoes, and like oba said, we don't know why she was in the box yet. Although now that I think about it . . . I should have guessed that Leia might be in the story, because the past few parts have been called "Rescue the Princess," aye? The flashbacks were also great. I love Daven being a good daddy, dealing with the mynock in the footlocker. And I think Daven DOES have a foot fetish! Wonderful job as per usual. When's the next post? -----signature----- "For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business." --T.S. Eliot Leilaé, handmaiden of the Crest \|\| petit Jedi enfant of obaona \|\| Lani & Lali's blonde triplet
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Alethia Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 2/28/05 10:42am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21)
	I never really liked Mara before as a character, but in this fic I like her. She's grown on me. I like the way Daven and she interacted in that scene with the monster. It was quite well done. And Leia was in the box? That was certainly a surprise. I wonder how the heck she got in there. And her thinking Daven was a slaver... nice. The last sentence about her last thought before she lost consciousness was nice as well. All in all, I really liked the fic and I'd love to see an update sometime. -----signature----- Jen, High Scholar and Ponderer of all Things Verily Blue, and Official caller of Suz, Crusader of Heretics and Knight of the Blue 1000 Now sacrificing Movie Garfield
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/2/05 4:02pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21)
	Bel: edit: hah! first post! I beat oba! Yes, and you know how proud we are of you, dear I am so loving this story, Atty. I’m so glad Most interesting. I wonder if Daven knows who her real daddy is? I don’t it, considering he barely knew who Vader was. I suppose the question you should be asking is if he’ll find out Big tough Jedi bounty hunter taken out by a fesity lil princess! It’s so Leia And, I’m sure, the whole time Daven is like, “But she’s just a little thing! I can’t hit her!” And Leia knows how to make her kicks count And then mama had to come in and fix the situation. She's probably thinking that her man and daughter are useless. Probably They just can’t ever seem to handle things the way she wants them handled. I adored the mynock in the footlocker flashback! (I'd watched Monsters, Inc. over the weekend!) Heehee. I had nightmares as a child more than imagined things living where they shouldn’t be, but every once in a while, man, you would wish that closet door were closed I think Daven's got a foot fetish! Oh, definitely. At least for her feet That made me wonder if light sabers have safety switch things like guns do. I'd imagine they'd have to, 'cause if the ignition switch is accidentally pressed while being worn on the belt, a Jedi would get a severe burn at best and lose an appendage or two at worst. I think they do. I remember looking at a diagram of one once – OT Luke’s and Obi-Wan’s – and they had safety lavers. How they work, I don’t know. There also seems to be a lightsaber function that turns the blade off once it’s no longer in your grip, unless, of course, you’re Vader – then it just stays on while sailing through the air. Maybe Vader’s a dangerous sort and doesn’t have a safety. But I think Daven’s would. Actually, it did – lightsaber turned off when he dropped it in Eluding. He’s a safe guy, that Daven. Daddy & daughter are adorable! giggles And Daven's so happy with them. He's gonna stay happy, right? Right? I mean, this is the AU where he survives and lives happily ever after? Well He doesn’t exactly floating through life, but he has problems like everybody else. But, yeah, he’s got everything that’s important with him. I forgot to mention I thought it was really funny that Leia assumed that Daven was a sex slaver master. I liked the assumption as well Because Daven is so … not a sex slave master. I’m sure he wouldn’t know the first thing about it oba: Think light green. I get snippets and you don't! sticks tongue out Ah yes, the ever “cut/paste do you like this?” PM. Fun stuff I like the switch to Leia's POV. There's just something I like about it, I'm having difficulty expressing why. Then again, I love seeing beloved characters (Daven and Nyssa, and to a lesser extent, Mara) from the eyes of other characters. Done well (which of COURSE it is here), it can be very interesting to read. I always feel uncomfortable switching POV, like it will make the story jumpy, but this is the second time I’ve done it because Daven and co are just so amusing through other people’s eyes. Also, it’s a good way to show how Daven’s outward behavior and appearance has changed – since, when he’s interacting with his loved ones, he’s still the same old Daven we know and love. But hold on a sec. Tattoo? Have I missed something? Nope, didn’t miss anything Haven't noticed the family resemblance, dearest Leia? Or do you think things are that kinky? LOL, well she’s the one that makes out with her brother I’m sure she was a little too freaked out to notice the resemblance. ‘sides how many families fly around the galaxy? Yes, I suppose it would be. (His accent, I mean.) Curious that he never bothered to erase that accent, make it - bland, I guess. But then a lot of people are from the core area. Come on, this is the same guy that wouldn’t dye his red hair something less noticeable Nyssa’s from the core, too, so it’s probably more comfortable for them to speak to each other with that accent. LOL, I like how you've set things up here - Leia's thinking of her as a pleasure girl, and Mara calls Leia a 'Hutt-tramp'. All considering, I think Mara won that one ... Heehee, yep, Mara will always win the dirty name calling contests Nyssa is PO'ed. nods sagely We our Nyssa. Either she's holding to it because she fears it so much, or she's got some other reason to think he might be that Yes. LMAO. I just loved that. I’m glad. I was worried it was repetitive. So strange and yet so romantic. But who am I to be talking? People dream funny things, you know And I doubt any would recognize a normal situation if it slapped them in the face ... For various reasons. hugs Daven and Nyssa Yes, for all they can guess, they’re might really be some evil creature aboard the ship – like a crazed Sith Lord or bounty hunter or whatever. They just are so far removed from normal that they just aren’t used to it. Sad, but amusing at the same time. And yet that shows the difference in how Jedi children are raised. Always an opportunity to teach. Not love and care for. The Jedi were not overtly cruel people, but I certainly can’t imagine a master letting a scared child climb into bed with him for comfort. Bonds form that way, and dependence, too. But my mom, no matter how sleepy, always took time to say, "It's all right." Exactly, because that’s what parents do I like how you demonstrate (and yet don't tell - just show us) how Daven has moved past his Jedi upbringing, doing things his own way, living his own way, and ... liking it. Heehee, I hope to portray Daven’s evolution, you know, very consistently, but it’s sort of hard. You have to ask yourself how a Jedi would chance in a situation like that. And then how would Daven thusly change, because he’s sort of an odd Jedi. Oh, well, we’ll see how it goes That describes my reaction to this post. Aw. I’m glad you liked it, and don’t feel like crying or anything Lei: Beta in your PM box tonight, Atty. Thank you much as always Leia's POV was a pleasant surprise, and the way that she misinterpreted the events and her surroudings was truly giggle provoking. Yes, well, giggles was sort of what I was aiming for. Like humor, lighthearted, even as it was in a serious situation. Although I'd probably be thinking something similiar if I was in her shoes, and like oba said, we don't know why she was in the box yet. Exactly and she’s a young woman lone on an unknown ship with a bunch of weird people. What is she supposed to think? Although now that I think about it . . . I should have guessed that Leia might be in the story, because the past few parts have been called "Rescue the Princess," aye? Yep, I think I thought the title was more obvious than it actually was. Like major time obvious, but I’m glad you all were surprised, anyhow. The flashbacks were also great. I love Daven being a good daddy, dealing with the mynock in the footlocker. And I think Daven DOES have a foot fetish! I think I’m draw to writing good fathers SW needs more of them, methinks. And a man is entitled to his fetish, however small they might be When's the next post? I think soon. I have 5 ½ pages and, although not too much happens and it’s kind short, I think it’s a good place to stop. So maybe I’ll just post that within the next few days Alethia: Hi. I know you replied to Suns as well, but I don’t remember if I’ve said hi to you there. If not (and I’m pretty sure it’s a not ) Welcome to the boards! throws confetti I never really liked Mara before as a character, but in this fic I like her. She's grown on me. I like the way Daven and she interacted in that scene with the monster. It was quite well done. Mara’s a hit and miss with a lot of people, some love her and some hate her. I’ve always been fairly neutral to her, really waits for oba thwack But, I think if you can see someone as a child, and where they came from, you can understand them and then maybe learn to like them. And Leia was in the box? That was certainly a surprise. I wonder how the heck she got in there. LOL, been wondering that myself, actually. J/k .. okay, no, not really We’ll figure it out soon. All in all, I really liked the fic and I'd love to see an update sometime. Thanks! And, again, welcome -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Alethia Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/3/05 11:21am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21)
	Thanks a lot for the welcome. I'm really beginning to enjoy it here. Everyone seems so nice and helpful and everything. Mara’s a hit and miss with a lot of people, some love her and some hate her. I’ve always been fairly neutral to her, really waits for oba thwack When I first read Mara, I didn't really mind her. She was okay to me. But then she got together with Luke and that, for some reason, I hated. That's when I stopped reading the EU- after the first book where they got together. Now I think of it...I don't even think I remember finishing that book. They were in a cave and there was mush and then I put the book down in disgust and never went back to it. Eh, whatever. Basically, it was the L/M relationship that ruined it so much for me. And so I guess that hate of the relationship spilled over into the character, because when she was first introduced in the Zahn books, I found nothing wrong with her. But now I'm reading a few fan fics where there's a bit of Mara in them and I'm not gagging or anything, so I think I'm rebuilding my tolerance up again. But, I think if you can see someone as a child, and where they came from, you can understand them and then maybe learn to like them. Nods Right. I think this is one of the reasons she doesn't irk me in this fic. To tell the truth, when I first saw the Jade connection here, I groaned and almost stopped reading. And then I decided to just continue on, and I'm really glad I did. And I am opening up more to Mara now. A L/M shipper I will never be (though I said that about P/A and it took one fic and a good friend to make me totally revisit my views on that one), I'm beginning to like her character (again). I guess I'll have to see what time brings me... And I ought to give you a 'real' review for 'Suns', because that was more a request for an update and not an actual review. And I hate leaving 'good fic, update soon' reviews, because they annoy the heck out of me when I get them in other fandoms. So I really should do that... eventually. I'm a prepetual procrastinator. But again, I really did like this fic and I'd love to see an update sometime soon. And Mara is growing on me. -----signature----- Jen, High Scholar and Ponderer of all Things Verily Blue, and Official caller of Suz, Crusader of Heretics and Knight of the Blue 1000 Now sacrificing Movie Garfield
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 3/3/05 7:03pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated Feb. 21) - Date Edited: 11/6/05 9:09pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Pallas-Athena
	Alethia: Thanks a lot for the welcome. I'm really beginning to enjoy it here. Everyone seems so nice and helpful and everything. You're welcome Yep, people are pretty nice here especially compared to many other fan fic sites, I hear. It's just a pretty great place, methinks . They were in a cave and there was mush and then I put the book down in disgust and never went back to it. LMAO That's a pretty interesting picture. "Ew, mush" I've never actually heard anyone saying that before, though - that Mara was okay before ending up with Luke. I never gave her much thought, actually, before the L/M pairing, besides confusion as to why authors kept bringing her into the plot. When she got with Luke, it at least gave her a purpose. And I think the only think I thought about the pairing at the time was "Great, she's gonna die, or break his heart, or join the dark side" because Luke had such bad Luke with relationships But then she didn't die and now we have a pairing on our hands Nods Right. I think this is one of the reasons she doesn't irk me in this fic. To tell the truth, when I first saw the Jade connection here, I groaned and almost stopped reading. And then I decided to just continue on, and I'm really glad I did. LOL, well, the fic was supposed to end with Daven's death, and so the Mara connection only in the last sentence. But know that I've decided to do this AU, I'm sort of stuck with her, even as my buds say I'm doing a good job This story really isn't about her, anyway, but about my Daven/Nyssa And I'm glad you like it despite her And I hate leaving 'good fic, update soon' reviews, because they annoy the heck out of me when I get them in other fandoms. So I really should do that... eventually. I'm a prepetual procrastinator. LOL, considering I haven't updated that fic in ages, procrastination is well ... I am its Master And it's always nice to know that people are reading, no matter how short feedback is Okay, update. Small, and none of my regulars are on Watch this drop like a stone Oh well ... *** Alderaan – Part Two She yawned and stretched simultaneously, arching her spine and tensing her muscles. Her arms reached out far from her body, but Nyssa was careful not to ram her hand into the place where she knew Daven’s sleeping form would be. Still in the process of waking up, she turned to him and was surprised by the fact that her husband had grown twice as much hair as he had the night before. She blinked and focused on him. No, there was no more hair than usual – even though she had been suggesting for months that he cut the ear-length locks to a shorter, cropped style – only the presence of another redhead. Mara was curled up next to her father, her head facing his. His hand was lying between the two of them on the pillow, wrapped around her smaller one gently as if protecting it. Both held serene expressions and a slightly open mouth, near mirror images of each other. Nyssa shook her head, but was unable to stop the smile that rose to her lips. It was times like these when she would wonder where exactly her genes fit into Mara, so alike Daven her daughter was. But then, of course, the girl would wake up and all she interacted with would be acutely aware of exactly which parent she took after. She didn’t know the specifics of why Mara was in their sleepcouch, but it only took one guess: her baby had probably gotten scared during the night – a nightmare, perhaps – like every other child that age was prone to. Mara was surprisingly independent, but Nyssa was relieved to see that even she would still want to spend the night in her parents’ bed. The fact that something had scared Mara so bad was worrisome, but Daven seemed to have everything under control. He was a good father. Not that the fact should have surprised her, but, with his background, she hadn’t been sure what to expect from him at the beginning. When Mara was a newborn, he had been nervous, unsure of how to comfort and show affection to his new daughter. He loved her – that much was obvious – but he had, at first, some trouble expressing it. Instead of becoming angry – as a new mother is wont to be when a bewildered husband shoves a screaming child into her arms – she had been patient, showing him how to calm her, how to cradle. To kiss her on the forehead and rock her against his chest. And he had learned. Even earlier, as Mara was growing inside her, Daven had been remarkably unable to express his love for Nyssa as well. He had fidgeted when she cornered him, sat on his lap, and demanded to cuddle. He wanted her, she could often see the desire, the love, racing through his eyes, but she would have to remind him to say, “I love you.” He would hesitate with that saying, too, sometimes painfully so, but, in time, she had forced him to learn to be comfortable with it. And now he was. It was an incredible feeling when he came up silently and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear. The gesture was a simple one, but, for a man that had barely touched a woman before her, it was special. And now he held his daughter, tossed her, and played piggyback like a father who had been raised by parents rather than crèche Masters, even if Nyssa had to give him hints every so often. He also called Mara “youngling” – a term, apparently, used of young Jedi. It had bothered her at first, as she thought that Daven considered Mara a barracked initiate rather than his own flesh and blood. But she soon realized that it was an affectionate endearment, a childhood term that Daven associated with positive feelings. If Daven wanted to mix the better parts of his upbringing into his daughter’s life, she would not stop him. He was a Jedi and, as much as it worried her, Mara had the potential to be a Jedi, too. She needed the guidance of at least some of the old Jedi ways to survive; Nyssa realized that. And Daven could find a good balance between his old life and the new. She climbed away from the sleeping pair softly, letting them continue to rest, and headed out of the sleeping quarters towards the cockpit. The lights had illuminated to daytime power, creating a bright, pleasant white glow as she walked through to the cockpit. It was refreshing. Today was going to be a good day. She sat in the pilot seat, reading up on the status checks as the red and blue streaks of hyperspace rushed passed the viewport. She pulled her knees up to her chest and let her bare toes dangle from the edge of the chair. They were making perfect time – as expected with a ship like the Star – and should be ready to enter Alderaanian space by the time everyone was up and dressed. Alderaan. She bristled in excitement at the very thought. It was a stunningly beautiful world, peaceful, natural, but Nyssa had only been there a handful of times in her whole life – mostly because it was featured on many popular trade routes and made for an excellent supply stop – and she hadn’t spent much time exploring before loading up and moving on to her next hunt or, more recently, her next delivery. There was no delivery to make this time, though, and no supplies to reload. Today they were going to Alderaan to enjoy Alderaan. Mara was turning five and, to celebrate, Daven and Nyssa had planned a trip to Alderaan’s National Park Zone. While the Alderaanians were a nature-loving people, who built their cities to reflect this, nothing was more protected than that area. It was located in the southern hemisphere, nearly a half a planet’s length away from the capital city of Aldera, and occupied several square kilometers of empty land upon which no structures were allowed to be built. It was a tourist beacon – when offworlders already had their fill of Alderaan’s stunning cultural and architectural developments. Visitors could hike or fly in thrantas across the Zone, taking weeks to complete the trip or a mere afternoon. Nyssa and Daven had a young child with them, and had so accordingly decided on a single day aboard a great thranta with a lakeside picnic for lunch. Mara wanted to see animals – at least that was what she was most excited about – but Nyssa was beginning to daydream her daughter’s reaction at being able to run freely through kilometers of fresh grass. She stretched again before leaving the cockpit and heading back to the galley. Mara was already there when Nyssa entered, and the young girl stared at her with wide, green eyes so like her mother’s. Her lips were formed into a small pout, and Nyssa didn’t even have to ask what that look was suggesting. “Well, kid, what’ll it be today? Eggs, cereal, dewback …?” She raised her eyebrow as Mara pondered her choices. “Eggs.” “Always eggs with you,” she noted, shaking her head as she powered up the food synthesizer and entered the proper recipe. “Your father probably wants them, too.” Mara shrugged at the statement and continued brushing back the hair of her doll. Nyssa smiled at that as she sat at the table next to her daughter. She was such a beautiful little girl. Her features were still pudgy with baby fat, but Nyssa wondered if her face would sharpen to resemble her mother or stay soft like her father’s. “So,” she said, gently freeing a strand of loose hair from Mara’s eye, “I saw you in our couch this morning. Is everything all right?” Mara nodded. “There was a mynock in my room. Daddy killed it, though.” “He killed it?” It had to be Mara’s imagination, but how would Daven kill something that wasn’t really there? “Well,” Mara begun to correct herself, “he scared it away. I bet he would have killed it, though.” “Of course.” Nyssa hid her amused smirk behind her hand and chuckled to herself mentally. Mara’s love and admiration for Daven bordered on hero worship, but, since Nyssa had never really known her own father, she could only assume the behavior was perfectly normal. “Do you feel like a big girl today, hon?” Mara smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling, and nodded. “Well, you should,” Nyssa told her authoritatively, “five’s a very big age.” The little girl giggled and brightened even more. “Well, the eggs are almost done –” she picked up a plasti-spoon and handed it to Mara – “why don’t you go hit your father on the head with this and wake him up. Not too hard.” Mara’s eyes widened in shock, even as she took the spoon. “Isn’t that mean?” “It’s only mean if he didn’t deserve it.” “But what did he do bad?” “It’s not so much that he did something wrong, but that he overslept. Again.” Nyssa informed her. “Maybe, if you hit him, he’ll get up on time from now on.” “That’s not very nice, Mommy,” Mara commented disapprovingly. She knitted her eyebrows together, ready to pout and refuse to do anything Nyssa suggested. “Mara,” Nyssa bent down to her daughter’s eye level. “Sometimes, when you want to teach a man to do something, you have to use physical reinforcement. So, go in there, hit him with the spoon, and tell him that Mommy sent you.” Mara nodded dutifully, but her expression held reluctance. She stalked off towards her parents’ quarters as Nyssa stood back up and checked the progress of breakfast. Daven’s sleeping habits were an oddity Nyssa hadn’t expected at the beginning of their relationship. As a Jedi, he should have been an early riser – ready to run into the morning’s dawn, do katas, or whatever else Jedi did to keep in such shape. But Daven slept, and slept, and slept – well past late morning if they were staying planet-side. He had never fit the Jedi stereotype anyway, and this was a more annoying reminder than most. “Ow,” came the howl from their quarters. It was followed by a series of uncontrolled, girlish giggles. Nyssa smirked as she watched the cook cycle for the eggs finishing. Daven entered the galley, still dressed in his wrinkled sleepclothes. Mara was slung, butt-first over his shoulder. She was still laughing, and her small feet were kicking wildly. Dave was grinning as well, but, when he saw Nyssa, his barrow furrowed. “Youngling says the spoon was your idea,” he said. “Care to explain?” “No, not really.” Her smile was haughty as Daven placed Mara back into her chair. He then grabbed Nyssa and held her close to him, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. “I’ll have my revenge for that, beautiful,” he growled quietly into her ear. She bristled at his touch and words, and felt her face grow hot. “I hope so,” she admitted a second before the food synthesizer beeped. “I'll hit you with kitchenware more often, that being the case.” She pulled away from him and turned to the eggs. Piling the warm breakfast on to a plate, she shoved it at Daven and placed another in front of Mara. “Oh, hey, eggs. Great,” Daven said, pleasantly surprised, yet then his voice turned serious. “But do you think that teaching our daughter to hit is a good practice? I mean, in general?” This could lead to a fight, she knew, and now wasn’t the time – not on Mara’s lifeday. She pressed her lips together and sat down next to their daughter, who was currently eating, oblivious to the sudden tension. Daven joined her. “I think it’s better for her to hit than be hit, don’t you?” Daven sighed at that statement and ran his hand through his hair, grimacing as he touched a small bump. “Then tell me, Nyssa,” he said, his tone begging. “Do you want me to teach her the saber or not? She’s getting older and soon it’ll be much harder to start training.” The debate was a familiar one – one they had been having since Mara’s birth. She was strong enough to be a Jedi, but Nyssa and Daven were left with the question of should she. If she stayed ignorant of the Force, then the Emperor and his cronies would have difficultly finding her, but there was also the chance she would be without defense if she were discovered. It was truly a double-edged sword. But the blade had already been turned when Daven began to teach her using the Force. At first Nyssa had been angry – she felt betrayed that Daven had taken to teaching Mara the Jedi ways without consulting her – but now she knew that Daven had done it unconsciously. What else would Mara pick up from her father without either of them realizing it? The Force flowed through them both and connected them – much more than Nyssa could fathom – and, if they didn’t plan Mara’s learning concisely, it could backfire on them and, more importantly, her with brutal results. “I know you don’t think you’re a good teacher, Daven,” she began gently. “But I’ve seen what you two do. You make her so excited about learning everything. I think you can do this, too, even if you’re unsure.” She watched his expression – one of contemplation – and also noticed Mara’s look of curiosity out of the corner of her eye. “You want me to train her, then?” “I want you to do what you think is best. What the Force tells you to do. It hasn’t let us down before, has it?” She reached cross the table and brushed the tips of his fingers with her own. He responded, locking his hand within hers. “I think she was born to be a Jedi, Nyssa,” he admitted after a moment of silence. “Whether or not I’m the best Master is another question.” “You’ll be a good teacher, Daven, I know it.” Daven nodded and let out a deep breath. In the distance, the hyperspace alarm beeped, announcing that the ship would soon pull out into real space near Alderaan. “I'll go get that.” “You want me to help?” Daven asked, preparing to rise and follow her to the cockpit. “No, no,” she said as she left, “stay here. Most likely, Alderaan control will put us in a holding pattern for a while.” “Daddy? Can I have your eggs?” She heard the question echoing through the halls as she headed up to the cockpit. “Not a chance. I’ll make you some more, though.” Came the response. Those two and their damn eggs. -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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karebear214 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 3/4/05 11:17am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	Aw, this was adorable. They make such a great family. -----signature----- "I don't like it that you can win an argument without using verbs." - Luke Skywalker to Ben, "Outcast"
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Alethia Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/4/05 2:25pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	"Ew, mush" I've never actually heard anyone saying that before, though - that Mara was okay before ending up with Luke. Oh, don't get me wrong. I love mush. It's just Luke/Mara mush that I don't like. She wasn't my favorite character before ending up with Luke, but she was tolerable. Then she ended up with Luke and I hated the pairing and decided that if that was the way the EU was going to go, I was going to stop reading. I'm not really sure why I disliked the pairing so much. Without Luke, I guess she was more of a background character that you didn't really have to pay much attention to. And then she gets with Luke and yeah- for some reason, I couldn't go on. Then again, I've heard that a lot of people consider most of the EU horrible, so maybe it was just the way she was written then. I don't really know... [quote]LOL, well, the fic was supposed to end with Daven's death, and so the Mara connection only in the last sentence. [/quote] I know...but (obviously) when I started to read this you had more written than just the very first post that ended with that one sentence. And so I decided to continue reading. And getting to know Mara from childhood has helped as well. As you said (and I meant to address this in my earlier post but forgot to) knowing and understanding someone from childhood onwards is a lot different than meeting them as an adult. When you see them as a child, you get to witness how they grow up and become the person they are. There are several cases I can think of where knowing someone from childhood on makes a difference. I have a good friend who I probably would not be friends with now, because we are so different, if we hadn't met when we were younger and bonded over that. And I think that's what's helping me with Mara. Not to mention that your writing ability probably plays a bit of a role, because you are an excellent writer. This story really isn't about her, anyway, but about my Daven/Nyssa And I'm glad you like it despite her Now Daven/Nyssa I like. I don't usually read/like fics based on OCs, because then I usually say that you might as well go an extra step and write your own universe as well. But something about the way you wrote them made me read, continue reading and then begin to really like those characters. They really are quite the pair. LOL, considering I haven't updated that fic in ages, procrastination is well ... I am its Master blushing There is a certain (HP) fic that I posted the first chapter to on 1/8/2003. And um, since then I haven't updated, It took me a year and a half to write a three page chapter. It took me another five months to actually send it to my poor beta reader. And then she asked me a question about it in January and I still haven't done anything or started writing the third chapter. Procrastination rules my life. Unfortunately, because it gets into my school projects too. Like the 'half-of my grade' report for a class I need an A in and which I started the night before it was due... sigh It drives me crazy, but I can't help but procrastinate. And finding these boards doesn't help matters much either. Now I just have another vice I can use to put things off with. And it's always nice to know that people are reading, no matter how short feedback is Oh, I know. I just find constructive reviews, or reviews that at least have a bit of substance in them more helpful as an author. And while just having people reading and kowing that they like the fic is wonderful too, whenever I get a review with substance, I always feel so much better, because for one thing, it means that they actually read the fic and then they also took the time to really write something about it. Of course, I do accept all kinds of reviews. I just try to refrain from giving short ones myself, because since I prefer thought-out reviews, it'd be fairly hypocritical of me to not do the same. Anyway, you updated! What a nice chapter, with lots of Nyssa/Daven and even Mara was cute. And that was an interesting debate about training Mara. I know it wasn't really a debate, but there had been one and I liked the way you explained it. It was fitting, I think. I also like the way you described the way Daven had to 'learn' how to love and everything. It really must have been hard for someone who had been raised with out the concept of love to learn how to do so- or not learn how to do so, but to express it. Really interesting, actually. And that last line with the eggs was humourous. Like father, like daughter... Thanks for the update, it was great. And Mara I think grew on me even more... Hey, I'm working on it. She really is cute as a little kid. -----signature----- Jen, High Scholar and Ponderer of all Things Verily Blue, and Official caller of Suz, Crusader of Heretics and Knight of the Blue 1000 Now sacrificing Movie Garfield
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_Genivive_ Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 3/4/05 4:05pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	I love this story! I've lurked around your stroy from the beginning but I guess I have to pay my dues now. Keep up the good writing. -----signature----- May the horse be with you - Relient K
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Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 3/10/05 9:30pm Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	Love it, Atty. Adored the look into their family and how Daven's adjusted over the years. I this story and I your writing. -----signature----- Belaé, Handmaiden of the Crest Get jiggly with it at Jello Anarchy.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 3/20/05 12:23am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	Ah yes, the ever “cut/paste do you like this?” PM. Fun stuff It is. I always feel uncomfortable switching POV, like it will make the story jumpy, but this is the second time I’ve done it because Daven and co are just so amusing through other people’s eyes. Really? I don't mind the switches at all. POV switches can occur a lot without any trouble. The only time I think it gets confusing is when you're doing first person and switching who that person is. People dream funny things, you know Yes. That and I had a fic titled 'He Kissed My Ankle'. Not just an urge in a dream, either. Heehee, I hope to portray Daven’s evolution, you know, very consistently, but it’s sort of hard. You have to ask yourself how a Jedi would chance in a situation like that. And then how would Daven thusly change, because he’s sort of an odd Jedi. Oh, well, we’ll see how it goes It works, Atty, it really does. As often as I criticize the Jedi and their ways of thinking, I do honestly believe they thought they were doing the right thing, and were a compassionate group of people. I think with their training and mindset on attachment, it was an odd sort of distant compassion, but it was compassion nevertheless. I think Daven would think back to his days of being a Padawan, and the care and attention his Master showed him - and then view it in the context of throwing away attachment, and understand ... this is closeness, this is how your protect and support your child, while training her to defend herself and be strong. Because the Jedi most certainly were very successful in teaching their young to defend themselves and make hard decisions. Anyway. Perhaps we should get to the story! Both held serene expressions and a slightly open mouth, near mirror images of each other. I like the detail with the open mouths - a lot of people sleep that way, probably myself included. Makes it very vivid. Instead of becoming angry – as a new mother is wont to be when a bewildered husband shoves a screaming child into her arms – she had been patient, showing him how to calm her, how to cradle. To kiss her on the forehead and rock her against his chest. And he had learned. I really liked how you went into this. I think it very believable he'd have trouble expressing it. Feeling love was a major step for Daven (in the sense of getting that attached to someone), but I think - it's always so much harder to act on emotion than it is to feel it. I mean, I wasn't told "Love leads to the Dark Side!" and I have trouble expressing it. He also called Mara “youngling” – a term, apparently, used of young Jedi. It had bothered her at first, as she thought that Daven considered Mara a barracked initiate rather than his own flesh and blood. But she soon realized that it was an affectionate endearment, a childhood term that Daven associated with positive feelings. Just. So. Darn. Perfect. I don't know why you worry about the progression of Daven's character, it's so believable and beautifully done. She bristled in excitement at the very thought. Just thinking about word choice here. Interesting choice, that is (I'm not saying it's wrong). I can't imagine Nyssa being the type to hopping up and down in excitement (as I do sometimes - like the RotS trailer), so ... bristling, that slight tensing ... yeah, that works. I like. Nice detail. Mara shrugged at the statement and continued bushing back the hair of her doll. Brushing! “Mara,” Nyssa bent down to her daughter’s eye level. “Sometimes, when you want to teach a man to do something, you have to use physical reinforcement. So, go in there, hit him with the spoon, and tell him that Mommy sent you.” LMAO. Just - a spoon? Of all things, a spoon. “Ow,” came the howl from their quarters. It was followed by a series of uncontrolled, girlish giggles. LMAO. I heart Daven. “I think she was born to be a Jedi, Nyssa,” he admitted after a moment of silence. “Whether or not I’m the best Master is another question.” I understand their worry about training Mara. They have no way of knowing if the Emperor's hold will continue throughout Mara's life - in fact, I wonder if reports of the deaths of Jedi is having any effect on things. I mean, it's only been a few years, so I kinda picture the hunt still being pretty hot. Ten years down the line, I think you'd really have a situation where either Jedi are dead or so deeply in hiding, they've disappeared and the trail has gone cold. As for Daven being a Master - obviously I think he'd be a good one. But it must raise the interesting point of whether he can train her being so emotionally attached to her. I doubt he knows of Obi-Wan and Anakin, but I am of the opinion that Obi-Wan let Anakin get away with things another Master probably would not have. (Whether that led to his fall or not, I don't know. But I think Obi-Wan knew about Padme, for instance, certainly by the time of RotS.) So - I'm sure Daven's a good teacher, but ... I wonder if it's even a question of that in Daven's mind. Regardless of where his life is now, he must be thinking of the old Jedi adages of how to train a Force-sensitive child. Those two and their damn eggs. I like how you've made Daven and Mara so similar in some ways, and yet Mara so like Nyssa in others. Your characters all have such little personality quirks that you reveal to us so casually - not trying to make quirks, but showing us their lives, and the quirks being a natural extension of that. And that in turn makes these characters have such depth and be so real to me. Just lovely, darling. (Except for the typo. ) -----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: 3/26/05 1:31am Subject: RE: Eluding What Will Come (AU fic updated March 3)
	karebear214: Thanks. Family fun for all Alethia: Without Luke, I guess she was more of a background character that you didn't really have to pay much attention to. Yeah, before she got with Luke, I didn't really pay much attention to her either, even as she kept popping up. So, did you perfer another girl for Luke? Like Callista? or was he better solo? I have a good friend who I probably would not be friends with now, because we are so different, if we hadn't met when we were younger and bonded over that. Same here. One of my closest friends I've known since we were about 11. We're 23/24 now And have absolutely nothing in common, even as he followed me to college. It's all about how well you know them, I guess. I got know what canon Mara's childhood was really like, but I'm planning that my fic will produce a Mara that has the same confidence but is more selfless. We shall see how that works out. Not to mention that your writing ability probably plays a bit of a role, because you are an excellent writer. Heehee, thanks Now Daven/Nyssa I like. I don't usually read/like fics based on OCs, because then I usually say that you might as well go an extra step and write your own universe as well. So what made you decide to read this one, if you don’t mind me asking? I sort of half way have written original fics, but, you know … it’s not so much out of laziness, really, but the SW universe is so much fun to play in and you have an instant audience. I never plan to write professionally, anyway – now that’s out of sheer laziness. Procrastination rules my life. Unfortunately, because it gets into my school projects too. Like the 'half-of my grade' report for a class I need an A in and which I started the night before it was due... sigh It drives me crazy, but I can't help but procrastinate. Fortunately, I only do it with fan fic. School work gets pretty much done on time, if not the occasion paper that is written a few days before it’s due And finding these boards doesn't help matters much either. Now I just have another vice I can use to put things off with Yes, the JC is a fantastic waste of time And while just having people reading and kowing that they like the fic is wonderful too, whenever I get a review with substance, I always feel so much better, because for one thing, it means that they actually read the fic and then they also took the time to really write something about it. Yep, I guess I’m the same way. I’ll refuse to write if obaona doesn’t reply because she’s so detailed in her feedback and it’s worth more than a dozen “good job”s. I’m fairly horrible with leaving good feedback because I can never think of much to say. I’m learning, though And that was an interesting debate about training Mara. I know it wasn't really a debate, but there had been one and I liked the way you explained it. It was fitting, I think. Something that has to be address, and I think the characters hate talking about it as much as I do A lot of drama could have been generated from such an issue, but I thought that it would be something that Nyssa want despite the danger, and Daven would, if nervously, agree. It really must have been hard for someone who had been raised with out the concept of love to learn how to do so- or not learn how to do so, but to express it. Really interesting, actually. Yeah, the Jedi are completely aware that people naturally love, so I think they would try to make it easier to resist those feelings if they weren’t exposed to affection regularly. Best way to do it, methinks, even as it doesn’t actually stop them from feeling it. Thanks for the update, it was great. And Mara I think grew on me even more... Hey, I'm working on it. Heehee, good and thanks _Genivive_: Welcome to the boards! And thanks! Mucho happy I am that you like my ficcy Bel: And I love you. oba: It is. Though I haven’t done it in a while cause it gets, um, unpredictable? The only time I think it gets confusing is when you're doing first person and switching who that person is. Ew, sorry, but I hate those types of stories, like when one chapter is written from one character and the second another. It just bugs me. I dunno, probably because it throws you out of the world of the story and reminds you that 1st person is just a form of writing. But you’ve written one I think, right? I don’t know, you probably made it work well That and I had a fic titled 'He Kissed My Ankle'. Not just an urge in a dream, either. And that was the fic! Right? Right? I think with their training and mindset on attachment, it was an odd sort of distant compassion, but it was compassion nevertheless. I think it was a protection mechanism almost. A Jedi’s family could be hurt by the bad guys or used against him and he has the risk of swinging over to the dark side because such strong feelings lead to powerful emotions. But they fail to realize that people are capable of handling a lot and should be given the benefit of the doubt when it comes to feeling natural emotions. Who knows what would have happened if Anakin, for example, was allowed to keep in contact with his mom. I think Daven would think back to his days of being a Padawan, and the care and attention his Master showed him - and then view it in the context of throwing away attachment, and understand ... this is closeness, this is how your protect and support your child, while training her to defend herself and be strong. Because the Jedi most certainly were very successful in teaching their young to defend themselves and make hard decisions. Yes, exactly. The master/padawan relationship was probably very close to parent/child in that they had to teach them how to be strong, physically and mentally healthy human beings. For “no attachment” Obi-Wan sure did cry when Qui-Gon died. And I think Daven had a very good, strong relationship with his master, and, hopefully, we’ll get a peek at it at some point. I like the detail with the open mouths - a lot of people sleep that way, probably myself included. Makes it very vivid. I could just see that in my head, seemed like something that they would do Feeling love was a major step for Daven (in the sense of getting that attached to someone), but I think - it's always so much harder to act on emotion than it is to feel it. I mean, I wasn't told "Love leads to the Dark Side!" and I have trouble expressing it. Yeah, I think during these earlier years, Daven still had two mindsets – one that wanted to hold Nyssa and kiss her and tell her he loves her and another that is screaming at him the whole time, “bad idea, bad, bad!” So I can’t even imagine. It would take a lot of self will to resist that instinct and I think Nyssa is intelligent enough to understand that. I don't know why you worry about the progression of Daven's character, it's so believable and beautifully done. Because it takes a lot of thought because he’s just so damn weird! And I’m afraid that I’m going to mess up some strange little detail Just thinking about word choice here. Interesting choice, that is (I'm not saying it's wrong). I can't imagine Nyssa being the type to hopping up and down in excitement (as I do sometimes - like the RotS trailer), so ... bristling, that slight tensing ... yeah, that works. I like. Nice detail. Her training would have taught her how to react without really showing it, and thus causing her to be vulnerable. But I think when she gets excited, especially over something that shouldn’t normally make her excited, that there could be a few hairs prickling up on her arms, maybe some goosebumps Brushing! Well, do you see a Lei? Because I don’t. At least my feather’s still alive, buddy Just - a spoon? Of all things, a spoon Well, Mara’s a bit too young for advanced weaponry, you know I mean, it's only been a few years, so I kinda picture the hunt still being pretty hot. Ten years down the line, I think you'd really have a situation where either Jedi are dead or so deeply in hiding, they've disappeared and the trail has gone cold. Yeah, it can’t be a good situation. I think they’ve put themselves in a respectively safe situation – living as criminals (and, as we’ll find out later, Daven is a criminal, not just pretending to be one). Nobody would assume that a Jedi would choose that sort of lifestyle. But as far as training Mara, Daven feels that they are working on a time limit – when she gets too old, she’s too old to begin the training, so I think that’s a key to their motivation, even as Luke proved that it isn’t necessarily the case. But it must raise the interesting point of whether he can train her being so emotionally attached to her. I doubt he knows of Obi-Wan and Anakin, but I am of the opinion that Obi-Wan let Anakin get away with things another Master probably would not have. I don’t know. I am of the opinion that Obi-Wan didn’t show Anakin enough of the affection that he wanted. The poor boy goes a long saying, “I love you like a father, Master” and Obi-Wan doesn’t really know how to react to that. I think Daven would be strict because he loves her so much. The idea of her falling or not being properly trained is too much of a fear for him. He also knows who to bend the rules when need be and I think (oh, kill me, a Gerry Stu?!?) that he would have been a lot like Qui-Gon if he stayed in the order until that age. Not to say that anyone would have been capable of handling the Choosen One, but Obi-Wan clearly didn’t give Anakin want he needed. Your characters all have such little personality quirks that you reveal to us so casually - not trying to make quirks, but showing us their lives, and the quirks being a natural extension of that. I don’t really think of them as quirks, just them being them. I don’t honestly know how the egg thing popped in there. Not a big fan of eggs, personally but, yeah … Just lovely, darling. (Except for the typo.) Thanks -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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