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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/9/05 10:46am Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	Oooh, now it's getting real murky... the whole Ceidron and Metti thing's really got me interested... what's going on in Bakurcom, eh? And that whole story about Yvenne's interested... used as a ranch hand, eh? Hum, Richard should know better than to fall for a girl like Réka... -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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Faerie_Ivy Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 1/10/05 5:19pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	OOOH, I am liking the Ceidron/Elsinore thingie. "...The Princess continued playing throughout that time, and memory began to build in Ceidron's mind. His mother had loved this instrument, though she herself had never played it. His only regret upon leaving Commenor was that he didn't get to take her clavaria recordings with her, but those had been destroyed nearly two decades ago, when his father— No, he had to stay on track here, no matter how mesmerizing that bloody sound was." So Ceidron has an interesting background? Hmm... It seems to me that the siblings' subplots are slowly weaving themselves together now...very interesting indeed. I liked the cover story for Jon and the others. I love the fact that Master Caine plays Sabe and Ben's servant. Muahaha. More really soon, please Sach! Wonderful, as usual. -----signature----- IV <><><><><><><> I'm practicing humility/ To the best of my ability And I lay myself before/ 'Cause less is more -RK
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 1/10/05 6:19pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	Ooh good update girlie! Ben’s mouth was twitching again, and he was now focusing almost religiously on his datapad. “Well, what do you suggest, Anakin? I’d invite you to be my—” he glanced up at Sabé, eyes twinkling, “—consort,” he went on, “but I think that might throw off some of the people who’s attention I’m trying to garner.” LOL! I can just SEE it! HAHAHAHHAHAHA ahem Lovely to see Richard again, my husband does look so handsome when he's all concerned about poachers. Me thinks Reka notices too...I think it would be prudent to make him shirtless for the ride home, just because it's so uh...hot -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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PrincessPadme Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 1/12/05 3:34pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	And Sabé, well… it turned out that her rich wardrobe had been useful after all. It's good to know that all that luggage lugging wasn't for nothing... Ben’s mouth was twitching again, and he was now focusing almost religiously on his datapad. “Well, what do you suggest, Anakin? I’d invite you to be my—” he glanced up at Sabé, eyes twinkling, “—consort,” he went on, “but I think that might throw off some of the people whose attention I’m trying to garner.” At least not all Jedi are sticks in the mud like Master Caine... All in all, a perfect way to put Anakin in his place. He shrugged. "I haven't known many musicians who played more than one well enough to perform as soloists." Claria reminds me of my roommate. She's a double music performance major, in violin and piano. I share Ceidron's astonishment. His only regret upon leaving Commenor was that he didn't get to take her clavaria recordings with her, but those had been destroyed nearly two decades ago, when his father— These flashes of memory that keep appearing are definitely intriguing me. Ceidron is a very interesting character. Yvenne looked at him, feeling for the first time a genuine respect for his position as a ruler. She was glad to see he took it seriously, no matter how easily he fell for batting eyelashes on pretty girls. Hmm. Perhaps Yvenne can help him seem that pretty girls aren't all they seem to be... Lovely post, and I'll be looking forward to more when you have it. -----signature----- Fragile fingers sent to heal us Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will free us Unto us is born ~Chris Rice, Welcome to Our World
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Anyanka Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 1/12/05 7:34pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	Ooh the intrigue! The little details are starting to come together - I like it! Again, I'm liking all of the couples you're setting up. I never thought I'd enjoy reading about original characters so much. Yours have such personality! LOL at Sabé as Ben's consort. Looking forward to seeing more of that. -----signature----- "I was being patient, but it took too long." --Anya
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Sache8 Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 1/16/05 7:16pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-08
	JediMaster_Fisto- Alas, if only pushiness were actually effective with me...;) LOL Thanks for the review! jade- That was a very poetic way of putting it Mi- LOL! I love the Richard/Aragorn parallel. However, the name itself was Mely's idea... long, long ago. bobilll- I'm glad the Bakurcom mystery didn't put you to sleep, at least. It makes my head swim, and I wrote it! And yes, Richard should know better! Faerie- I believe Sabe probably enjoys Master Caine's servitude, as well. And yes, Ceidron does have a more colorful background than he'd like us to know about. Lunita- Exnay on the shirtless, babe, sorry. But you never know what might happen down the road... Princess Padme- luggage lugging!! LOL! And Anakin does need put in his place upon occassion, doesn't he? And Yvenne might just start taking a personal enough interest that she will knock some sense into him. Anyanka- We're rather fond of our OC's, as well, at no help to our vanity- lol. I do hope you enjoyed Sabé's and Ben's little moment of playacting. -----signature----- Everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words You're on fire when He's near you; You're on fire when He speaks. You're on fire burning at these mysteries. ~ Switchfoot
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Sache8 Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 1/16/05 7:19pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Chapter Nine – Touch Jenispra was more respectable a planet than many Obi-Wan had visited in his career. As such, attracting disreputable types was a more time-consuming and subtle business than on worlds better known for crime. The bar of the restaurant he was sitting in now was passably clean and not quite so dark as it could have been. The music was pleasant, and he’d spent the last hour talking quietly with Sabé. This might have been enjoyable if it hadn’t been a performance, one which left him feeling uncomfortable more often than not. Five days planetside, they had yet to attain any sort of contact of the variety Obi-Wan was interested in, but it had not been for lack of trying. He’d been carefully placing feelers—asking discreet, carefully-worded questions, showing off his credits, buttering up the authorities. He felt it couldn’t be long before someone approached him. He’d tipped the host to give them this booth for the evening. Circular in shape, it was such that Obi-Wan and Sabé could sit on one side in full conspicuous view of anyone looking for them, yet anyone who should choose to join them would be adequately concealed on the opposite side. He set down his glass nonchalantly and stroked the top of Sabé’s hand where it was resting near his on the tabletop—a signal that he had spotted someone watching them. She entwined her fingers in his in response and leaned in closer, smiling. “That guy with the weed-whacked haircut, right?” she said lowly, adding a small laugh to her tone. To her credit, she did not look in the direction of the man she was referring to. Anyone watching could assume she was telling Obi-Wan something very… private. He met her eyes and gave her an appreciative smile. Out of the corner of her eye, he could see the man Sabé had noted set his drink down on the bar and swing a leg over his stool, causally dismounting. “Yes,” Ben replied, still not averting his direct gaze from Sabé’s face. “I think there’s a lot to be said for experience in politics, Senator.” She laughed, eyes twinkling, and he reached up to stroke her face, knowing they were most certainly being watched now. His gut wriggled in protest. There was something so wrong about this. “Am I interrupting?” A shadow fell across their table. The man had finally made his way over. Sabé’s eyes glazed over and she continued to stare at Obi-Wan adoringly as he proceeded to play with the tendrils that framed her face. “You are,” Obi-Wan said in a very annoyed voice, and did not bother looking at the man. “But considering all the trouble I’ve gone through, sit down.” After a moment, he lowered his hand and slowly turned away from Sabé, stretching his arms up atop the edge of the seat. Sabé leaned back and laid her head on his shoulder, assuming a stance of polite boredom. She stared at the stranger with disinterest. “Can I buy you a drink?” Obi-Wan asked, finally favoring their guest with his undivided attention. He was short, and a little scruffy, like he wasn’t used to bathing but had made a passable attempt. He wore clean but stained trousers in a sort of tan color, a pale yellow shirt and a dark brown vest that was clearly the nicest thing he owned. “Corellian brandy,” he replied without hesitation. Lazily, Obi-Wan entered the man’s order into the computer pad by his left hand. “I know some of the questions you’ve been asking,” the man continued. His over-eagerness was a definite plus. Obi-Wan had been hoping for someone green—someone who hadn’t been in the game long and was likely to make a few slips. This gentleman seemed as though he might just fit the bill. “I ask all kinds of questions,” he replied, taking a sip of his own drink. “Whichever ones you’re interested in… you’ll have to be a little more specific.” The man’s eyes flicked to Sabé. “She isn’t—” he began. “I mean, she won’t—” Obi-Wan gave him a tight smile. “She won’t talk,” he assured him. “She’s rather dependent on my company, if you know what I mean.” He wondered if the man was bright enough to read into his words. Jenispra was very much within Republic borders—slavery wasn’t practiced in the open, but there were still those who peddled in it. The man seemed to catch his drift. His eyes glanced back at Sabé and he seemed to see her differently. She only continued to stare at him as though he were the most uninteresting thing she’d ever seen. Maybe he is, Obi-Wan acknowledged, laughing inwardly. “Very well,” said the man. “Name’s Mirk. I’m involved in up and coming trade.” This phrase was important. Obi-Wan had used almost these exact words when discussing business prospects with a rather shifty merchant a few days ago with Anakin. The fact that Mirk was using it now meant that all Obi-Wan’s carefully planted seeds were indeed being cultivated correctly. Presently, the waitress came and delivered Mirk’s drink, half of which he guzzled down before she’d even managed to cross back to the bar. “Fascinating,” Obi-Wan said, as though their conversation had suffered no interruption. “I, in turn, am interested in up the same.” He nodded slowly. The man seemed to relax even further. He set his drink down, scooted closer, and leaned his head in, speaking lowly. Obi-Wan resisted the urge to shake his head. Didn’t the poor soul realize how obvious that made him? “I’ll need to know what you have to offer,” the man went on. “What makes you think we could work well together?” “I’m a tradesman,” Obi-Wan pointed out, as though this were obvious. “I have people and resources on many systems.” The man nodded knowingly. “You understand,” he went on, “there are conditions. Personal use of the goods is strictly off-limits. Clouds things up, you see.” This was rich, coming from a man Obi-Wan was beginning to suspect indulged in the drug anytime he got a chance. His eyes were very wide and seemed to have trouble dilating. He’d been exhibiting a nervous twitch ever since he’d sat down. Obi-Wan did not point these things out, however. “Understandable,” he said, nodding. He lazily brushed the backs of his fingers against Sabé’s arm. “I have my own diversions,” he assured the other man. “I only see the potential for profit and want to take my share.” By this time, poor Mirk seemed to think he’d found a truly kindred spirit. “Don’t we all,” he said, attempting a comraderic smile. When Obi-Wan did not reciprocate, he cleared his throat. “Right,” he said. “I think I can help you. We can talk about it more… somewhere else.” He reached into his back pocket and threw a tiny datachip onto the table with a handful of credits. “Thank you for the drink,” he said, standing up suddenly. He did his best to saunter away. Obi-Wan studied the coins and the data chip for a long time but did not touch them. When he sensed Mirk had left the restaurant, he signaled Anakin, who was waiting outside. He felt his Padawan’s mental acknowledgement in return. He had the man. He would follow. “A good night’s work,” Obi-Wan said softly, as Sabé wriggled back around to face him. “You’re a little scary like this, you know?” she said mischievously. “How’d you get so good at it?” “I had a good teacher,” said Obi-Wan wryly, finishing off his own drink. “You should have seen Master Qui-Gon do this kind of stuff. He was really convincing.” “Did he have a consort too?” Sabé teased. It took a good deal of concentration to keep from blushing. If anyone were still watching him, a blush would really discredit him. “Perhaps. I don’t know. There were, I know, many women who would have volunteered.” Both his master and his apprentice had and seemed to have an uncanny ability to attract members of the opposite sex, despite their usually prominent Jedi attire. “Dag!” Sabé exclaimed, laughing softly. The use of his pseudonym was as much another tease as anything else. “So scandalous.” She leaned in closer. “What would Master Yoda say?” “What would Master Caine say?” he added, knowing that despite passable tolerance, he might be acquiescing to his drink a little too readily. Sabé burst out laughing. “No, Master Yoda has never been in such a situation, I’m sure,” Obi-Wan replied, trying not to smile at the mental image. “Are you ready to go? I think we’ve paid our dues to keeping up appearances by now.” “Ready when you are, oh undercover one.” “Right then, let’s get going. Anakin can pick up the reigns for one night.” It had certainly been surprising to Claria when Ceidron Metz, of all people, had approached her with his bizarre request to contact Jon, but what had surprised her more was how easily she had agreed to the request. Perhaps it was the fact that Ceidron Metz, who so heartily disapproved of any form of currying favor, had seemed to think it important enough to set aside his dignity in order to ask her. As she’d predicted, it hadn’t been the easiest thing in the galaxy to reach Jon Bakuro. She left a message with his secretary, free of any form of detail, and then invited Ceidron to come to her evening concert, hoping against hope that Jon wouldn’t call while she was away. The performance was met with heavy approval, as always, but after the events at Ceidron’s café, the polite and formal response of the high-society audience left Claria feeling strangely hollow. Versé confided to her later in the evening that Ceidron had fidgeted through the entire performance. It was two days and several rounds of holo-tag before she finally got a hold of Jon, by which time she was quite certain the man’s secretary was sick of seeing her face. “Are you sure this connection is secure?” asked Ceidron’s friend, Metti, whom he’d dragged along for the interview. Metti seemed a little bit nervous, both about being in the palace, and with the prospect of talking to the head of the company. Standing near the door, Yané val Argon nodded her head with confidence. The veteran handmaiden had supervised technical security for Queen Amidala’s entire tenure. Sometimes it was almost comical to see her working at it about the palace, giving orders to technicians, constantly examining walls and wiring, usually in her handmaiden gown, and on top of it all, performing all the regular functions of her position as handmaiden. Claria had long ago decided that Yané’s skills were scary in their efficiency. One never would have thought by looking her—young, wide-eyed, and to anyone who knew her—rather spacey about anything besides her computers—that she was a walking effigy of paradoxes. Some of it could be seen in the skepticism evident in both Ceidron and Metti Flynn’s faces. Just then, the holopad flickered to life, and Jon’s jaunty figure materialized before them. “Claria?” he called confusedly. Smiling, she stepped around to where the recorders would pick her up. “Well, it’s about time,” she said teasingly. “Do you know that you’re a very hard man to reach?” In classic Jon style, he only grinned proudly. “As is any man of my standing, Princess.” He sobered a bit. “Actually, I’ve been around more than you realize, you just have really bad timing. What’s going on?” “I’m not the one that’s going to explain it.” Claria held out a hand and beckoned encouragingly to the still-nervous Metti. “This is Mister Flynn. He works in one of your shipping warehouses here in Theed.” Claria stepped aside and let the young man talk. After a couple of minutes, his confidence grew with his concern and indignation. As she listened to his story, something Ceidron hadn’t gone into detail on, Claria began to share some of it. As for Ceidron, he’d hardly said two words since his and Metti’s arrival. He stood to the side, in the shadows near Yané, studying the conversation politely, arms crossed, slightly tense. He didn’t look entirely comfortable being here. “I’m sorry, sir, if this seems a trivial matter to bring to your direct attention,” Metti said after he’d concluded with his evidence. “But Princess Elsinoré was kind enough to give us the opportunity.” “No, not at all,” Jon said quietly. Even with the grainy quality of the holo, Claria could see his disappointment. He sighed. “My business will keep me on Coruscant for another couple of days. For now, lay low. Keep going about your business, and give no indication you’re aware of this. Once I’m back home we’ll decide how to proceed. Half of me wants to just up and fire him, but you’re right. Who knows how far it goes. Maybe I can try and figure it out.” Out of the corner of her eye, Claria saw Ceidron Metz unfold his arms and take a concerned step forward, staring suspiciously at the holo of Jon. Whatever was on his mind, however, he didn’t say. “We have a little bit of data,” Metti said, holding up the small datachip he’d been nervously fingering in his right hand. “What little I’ve been able to gather without being caught.” “That would be helpful,” Jon said eagerly. He looked beyond Metti, and Claria wondered what he was looking at. “Claria, I assume you’ve got Yané with you?” Claria gestured and Yané stepped up to join Metti on the holopad. “I’m here, Jon,” she said proudly. He grinned. “Wanna send his stuff to my office?” he asked. “And make sure nobody can read it except…” he paused. “Me and Sach,” he concluded, looking over his shoulder. “Saché?” Yané repeated with a broad smile. Claria smiled too, although she couldn’t imagine what in the Force Saché was doing with Jon. Jon smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, she’s here with me working on something,” he said gesturing back behind him, where Saché was presumably standing. A moment later, her slight, graceful form joined him in the holo. “Hello, Yané,” she smiled. “It’s good to see you. And rest assured we’ll do our best to look into this, Mr. Flynn,” she added sincerely to Metti. At this, Jon looked down at her and frowned a little. “Let me talk to her,” Claria requested softly. Metti and Yané stepped out of the way for her. “Sach, where’s Sabé?” Instantly, Saché’s smile vanished. “Sabé is… away,” she said slowly. “I’d tell you why, but it’s really a very long story. Jon and I are working on something to help her out.” Surprised and puzzled by this strange turn, Claria would have liked to press the handmaiden further, but Ceidron and Metti’s presence in the room made her hold her tongue. It could very well be a personal matter, after all. “I see,” she said at last. “Well, thank you for your help, Jon, Saché. We’ll get that data sent to you. Let us know what you want done from there.” She wondered oddly at her casual use of the word ‘us’. Was she so blithely volunteering to help? After the transmission was concluded, Claria stood dumbly on the deactivated holo-pad for a moment, wondering how to proceed. She supposed she should probably— “Well,” said Ceidron abruptly, unfolding him arms and launching himself away from the wall. “Thank you very much, Princess. We’ll just show ourselves out.” Rolling her eyes, Claria opened her mouth to stop him, but was cut short. “Wait,” said Yané urgently, stepping forward with a forwardness she rarely exhibited unless… Claria bit back a groan. The light in her eyes was eager and almost feverish. Somehow, this situation had tapped into her hacker vein. Yané looked around at the group. “There is more we can do, you know.” She looked eagerly at Metti now. “If you can somehow get me access to your warehouse and your computer systems for about…” here she paused and muddled something in her head for a moment “… twenty minutes, we can set up a sort of remote observatory and monitor what’s going on from wherever we like.” “Yané…” Claria began. “What?” “Jon told them to lay low.” Yané rolled her eyes. “That’s what I’m telling you, Claria. This would be laying low.” She gave an imploring expression. “Please?” Claria hesitated. A great many voices were screaming at her that such a course would not be wise, but it was terribly hard to say so when her friend looked so hopeful. Yané had been a bit bored of late. As she still stood there, dumbly, Ceidron Metz stepped slowly and smugly around to peer at her face. “Don’t tell me,” he said, “that her high and mighty Princess Elsinoré is considering sidestepping proper bureaucratic procedures of justice.” Claria’s cheeks flamed and she glared at him. Curses on the man, he’d just stabbed a pin straight into the heart of the issue. “Thank you for pointing that out, Mr. Metz,” she said through gritted teeth. She looked back at Yané. “He’s right,” she confessed, though the words were exceptionally difficult to get out. “Besides, it’s much too risky for my tastes.” “But—” Yané began again. “Yané!” Claria chided loudly. “Actually,” input Metti Flynn after a moment’s strained silence, “I don’t think setting up would be all that risky.” He tried to sound confident, but his stance betrayed his nervousness. Whether he was nervous about what he was proposing or about doing so to Claria she was uncertain. Claria and Ceidron rolled their eyes almost in synch. “Metti, what in blazes are you thinking?” Ceidron added. Metti’s features hardened. “I want to know what’s going on, Cee,” he said, glaring back at his friend unabashedly. “We wouldn’t be doing anything untoward.” Ceidron looked over at Claria expectantly. “Yané’s work is… more than reliable,” she confessed. “He may well learn something of note.” Ceidron’s shoulders slumped slightly and he looked perturbed. Then, to her utmost surprise, he gave a small, satisfied smile. “Well, it’s good to know you’re not infallible, at least,” he pointed out, earning him another glare from Claria. He sighed. “If we do this,” he added, taking in all their faces, “then we’re in it together.” His gaze paused on Claria meaningfully. “All of us.” She raised her chin defiantly. “I’m not afraid to accept the consequences of my decisions, if that’s what you’re implying,” she declared proudly. He gazed at her another moment before nodding. “Good. Then let’s do it.” Saché watched Jon in slight trepidation as he turned off the connection with Claria. He was very quiet and very still for a long moment. He looked pensive. “Jon?” she finally asked hesitantly. “It’s all right, Sach,” he said quietly, turning to look at her with a small smile. “I’m not heartbroken or depressed or manically angry or anything like that. Just a little disappointed, I guess.” “We’ll get to the bottom of this,” she insisted. She stepped over and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got anything we want to know at our disposal about your people, including this lead from Claria’s young man, right? It shouldn’t be that hard to find something out.” Jon frowned. “Saché, I don’t want you involved in this.” “Jon, I want to help; this is important to me!” “It’s my problem.” “And you think that means I shouldn’t care?” she countered challengingly. He raised his eyebrows. “Some people wouldn’t.” “Not all people. Not me.” “Okay, fine. But if it comes down to a decision to research covert crime ops in Bakurcom or numerically reorganize my datacards, I’m not sure which you’d be most anxious to accomplish. Are you sure you can handle that kind of pressure?” Saché’s only response was a roll of her eyes and a playful thump on Jon’s shoulder. Yvenne liked to get her inventory work done in the middle of the day, when very few people lingered around the stables; it went faster and she made fewer mistakes that way. Counting was tedious work, but since she’d started doing it once a week, it had virtually halted the problems they’d been having with the hands pilfering supplies. Beside her, Prince Richard worked with equal industry. They hadn’t been talking very much, as talking tended to interfere with trying to count, but occasionally the silence became too much for even Yvenne to bear. “So,” she asked casually, "Are you enjoying it here, Your Highness?" "Here… at the ranch?" he asked, looking curiously over his shoulder. ”No, that mucky stall you’re standing in. Yes, the ranch,” she said, rolling her eyes with a smile. He laughed. “Yes, I am,” he replied. "I'd never been to the Rial district until a few weeks ago. It's quite a change from Theed or my family's lands, or even Naestral's Grove." "Naestral's Grove?" Yvenne repeated. "Where is that?" Richard began stacking several large cans of vitamins into neat rows so that he didn’t miss any. “Far north of Keren, nearest to Oxon," he replied. "It is the seat of the Daris family, though they also own lands an hour outside of Theed. But Naestral's Grove is the largest farm on the planet—they grow plombs there." "It sounds delightful," Yvenne said wistfully, walking into another stall to start her inventory of consumables. "I've not traveled much. Not even to Theed." "I grew up there," he said, "but I've always enjoyed seeing new parts of the planet. That was the only part of campaigning I actually enjoyed." "Why didn't you visit Rial?” she asked curiously. “I know we're not a heavily-populated district, but Rialdas is a fairly large city, is it not?" He stood and nodded. "It is, but I wasn't overly concerned with support here. Rial has voted in favor the Troian line of the Naberrie family for a century. I was more active in the new Gungan districts, which my political opponents mostly ignored." "So that's why the reports after the election all called Otoh Gunga the key factor in the decision." "Exactly." The prince did a quick count of the rows of cans in his head and entered it into his data pad before proceeding. "I wish I had come here during, though. It's just so different than every other part of Naboo I've ever seen." "Do you miss Theed?" "Sometimes." He leaned against one of the stall doors. "I suspect I'll miss it during Firstfall. I know you celebrate it here, but it can't be the same as the balls at home. And no snow…" He shook his head in amazement and then looked over at Yvenne. "Réka was telling me about a big masquerade ball next week up in Rialdas for Firstfall. Are you going?" "Ah… no." "Really?” Richard paused in his work and peered at her more closely, looking puzzled. “Why not?” Yvenne shrugged. "I was something of a tomboy when I was younger, and now I run the ranch." She paused. "Besides, all the boys around here were always lined up for Réka." Much the same as you are, she added mentally. "It didn’t seem worth the trouble.” She tried to keep the hint of resentment from reflecting in her words. "Do you mean to say you’ve never been?" Richard stared at her in surprise. “No offense, but your excuse doesn’t really fly. I can’t believe there weren’t plenty of guys who would’ve loved going with you. Besides that, you can go to a party alone, you know. There’s no law against it.” Despite herself, Yvenne found his surprise amusing. She smiled and decided to push him further. “True…” she said thoughtfully, “but I never learned to dance, so it seemed a bit silly to go." "Never learned to dance!" he exclaimed. "Yvenne, in Theed that’s just… just…” “Just?” she prompted helpfully. “Unheard of,” he mumbled. The look on his face caused her to laugh the hardest of all. “Well, you were the one who said Rial was different from Theed, Your Highness,” she pointed out. Shaking her head, she turned to finish her work. Richard was still frowning. “It shouldn’t be as far as dancing is concerned,” he said slowly, then looked back at Yvenne, an new light of excitement in his eyes. “Not if I can help it.” Determinedly, he set his data pad down, then walked over to Yvenne and took hers from her hands as well. “Your Highness, what—?” “I’m going to teach you to dance, boss,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But we don’t—” He held up a hand. “And don’t tell me we don’t have time. We’ve gotten this insanely boring inventory done faster every week.” Yvenne flushed, a little annoyed that he’d predicted what she was about to say so easily. She was just working up some other excuse when her thoughts were sidetracked by the sudden presence of the prince’s right hand at her waist. She sighed. “Oh, very well,” she said, and allowed him to take her free hand in his. After all, it’s not fair that Réka gets to enjoy all the handsome boys by herself, she argued internally. Doing her best to mimic they way she’d seen other people dance, she placed her hand just below his shoulder, and he smiled at her. "Not quite," he said. He lowered the hand he held and released it, placing his hand instead just above her elbow and running it up her arm till he reached the muscle of her upper arm. "Like that. Just do what I did." Yvenne did as she was told, then tried not to let her eyes bug. His muscles were very defined—very defined—so it wasn't difficult to find the right spot to rest her hand. She coughed. "Now what?" Oh, get a grip on yourself, Yvenne Sorenst. It’s just an arm. Lera Morrtenne was a very bad influence. "Now you follow my lead," the Prince replied. "I'm going to take a step forward with my left foot now." His eyes were encouraging. He took the first step, and Yvenne stepped back with her right foot. "Now to my right, your left," he continued, and she was a second behind him in stepping to her left. "Step together. . . .Yvenne, you're a natural." "Stop it," she scolded, looking down at her feet. "We've done three steps." "Four, five, six," he said, leading her through the rest of a square. "Let's try that again, but look up at me." "Why?" she asked, meeting his brown eyes as he led her through another simple box. "Because a good dancer trusts her partner not to step on her toes." "Somehow I think your toes are the ones in danger of being stepped on." "Hardly," he replied. "You're rather good at following my lead. It's girls who don't want to be led who step on their partners' toes." Yvenne looked thoughtful. “Kind of like ranch hands who don’t do as they’re told who cause their supervisors the most problems?” “I suppose…” he began, then looked wary. “What are you saying?” She smiled. “I’m trying to say you’ve been doing a very good job here, Your Highness. I appreciate your hard work. I have to confess… I was a bit worried that a prince wouldn’t know now to take instruction.” “My pleasure, boss,” he grinned. “I’m glad to know I can still surprise people. Speaking of which…” He made a sudden turn, bringing her along with him. "What was that for?" she asked. "Boxes are boring, Yvenne, don’t you think so? Turns make life so much more interesting." "Ah, you're the romantic type who looks forward to the bend in the road," she commented as they turned again. "And you're not?" She shook her head, looking away but still keeping up with his easy steps and tempo. "I've never found anything new around those bends, my lord." She thought that she'd said this without any wistfulness, but apparently she'd failed. The Prince tightened the hand which held hers. "I thought you said you were satisfied with your life,” he said quietly, with gentle reprimand. Yvenne flushed again, this time with embarrassment. “I’m at the mercy of a hereditary politician,” she pointed out sardonically. ”Well, what is it that you want then?” he asked. "To take a bend in the road and find something wholly new around the curve," she answered. She looked back up at him to see him nod slowly. "Does this place confine you?" Yvenne bit her lip, but kept her eyes on his. The dance was continuing to build in complexity, but she hardly noticed. "Your Highness asks such personal questions." "Does it?" When she didn't answer, he continued, "I see you highly respected by the employees here, Yvenne, but your own flesh and blood will barely make eye contact with you. Those who should love you most seem to give you nothing but contempt. Why?" She tore her eyes away from him and stepped back, though she should have followed him to her right. "Thank you for the lesson,” she said awkwardly, a warning in her voice. “But we really should get this done before the boys get back with the residents.” She looked around at the mostly empty stalls meaningfully. Richard pulled away from her, and seemed partly hurt, partly bewildered. “Sure thing,” he said quietly. He gave her one more worried glance before resuming his work. Yvenne picked up her own datapad once more, but her mind racing with everything that had just been said. She wondered why she should even care if he found out— how her mother had left the family to become an actress in Kaserta and come back months later, broken in body and spirit and carrying a child whose paternity she would not confess. A month later, Yvenne was born and her mother died of complications. The servants and neighbors did not know this; the family had done an excellent job of covering it up from the outside. But within, they all knew it, and all cast her aside for it. And Richard Naberrie would too, the moment he heard it. Her common sense told her that he wasn’t the sort to outcast someone merely for the mistakes of her parents, but her heart was terrified of potential rejection. Yvenne had always considered herself strong and self-sufficient, but the truth was that she kept herself solitary and safe because she was reluctant to give away her trust—to anyone. And yet she felt so at ease with this boy— this man— who would soon become her sovereign. He was quite literally the closest thing she’d ever had to a friend. How mystifying was that? After their task was done, Yvenne dismissed the Prince for the afternoon, and headed indoors to get a shower. As she was drying off, she spend several long moments pondering her reflection in the mirror. Despite the rough edges, maybe she wasn’t too bad looking, she thought. Maybe she would go to the Firstfall dance after all. Wouldn’t that give her cousins a shock? Strange and confusing feelings abound all around, no? At least Jon and Saché have the comfort of knowing their own minds, no matter how stupid they're being about it. -----signature----- Everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words You're on fire when He's near you; You're on fire when He speaks. You're on fire burning at these mysteries. ~ Switchfoot
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 1/16/05 7:37pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Awwwwww Richie-Baby is so adorable! He can teach ME to dance ANY time Tis too bad they're cheeks didn't meet... Oh and the other stuff was awesome. -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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CodeName_Targeter Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 1/16/05 7:41pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Eep! I've been a bad reader! I'm sorry! Alright, wonderful posts, Ladies! I love the Obi-Wan/Sabe interaction etc and I think that Yvenna and Richard should get together sometime very very soon... ~Jenn -----signature----- XWFC: Wraith Leader and Senator - Starfighter Draft Winner Ravenclaw ftw! Doppleganger of Suzuki_Akira and Vod'ika to Valin_Halcyon
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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/16/05 8:05pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Hmmm, Richard/Yvenne heating up, eh? Sad life for Yvenne, sniff sniff... but hey, Richard should make it better, eh? Interested in what Yane has in mind...her charecterization just cracks me up! Yane the computer geek... -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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Miana Kenobi Title: Pacific RSA & NSWFF Mod On Limited Time Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 1/16/05 8:18pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	chokes on gatorade at thought of Qui-Gon having a consort Excellent chapter, Sache!!! Can I have all the Naberrie men for my birthday?? PLEASE? -----signature----- President of San Diego FanForce He tini nga whetu e ngaro I te kapua iti. Dyslexics of the world, UNTIE!
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jade51999 Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 1/17/05 2:37pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	NICE! I was hoping that Richard and Yvenne would get a little one on one talk ..her cousin is SUCH a flake.. and the extra back story was good to know. What is going on with Ciederon? He's acting all wierd, aloof, figity..how strange... But now he knows Claria's real name...hehe no more Princess Elsinore? Jon and Sache..He he so cute..those two..shakes head...sometimes a nudge in the right direction is needed... -----signature----- Into Oblivion (L/M) Now Completed http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/30188512/p1/?0 Living in De'Nile, TKL Apts
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Anyanka Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 1/17/05 9:06pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Ooh dancing! Very nice scene between Richard and Yvenne. Looking forward to seeing this masquerade ball. It was great to see Yané again! And is it just me, or does Sabé seem to be enjoying playing consort to Ben? -----signature----- "I was being patient, but it took too long." --Anya
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PrincessPadme Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 1/17/05 11:20pm Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	Both his master and his apprentice had and seemed to have an uncanny ability to attract members of the opposite sex, despite their usually prominent Jedi attire. Isn't that an understatement... I loved the interaction between Sabé and Obi-Wan in this post. Yvenne did as she was told, then tried not to let her eyes bug. His muscles were very defined—very defined—so it wasn't difficult to find the right spot to rest her hand. She coughed. "Now what?" Looks like the ranch has done Richard some good, eh? Now if only Yvenne dances with Richard at the ball, and distracts him from Réka, and realizes that he won't mind her past... keeps fingers crossed Good post; looking forward to the next one. -----signature----- Fragile fingers sent to heal us Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will free us Unto us is born ~Chris Rice, Welcome to Our World
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Wilhelmina Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/19/05 2:58am Subject: RE: Forget Me Not-- SabeWan romance-- sequel to Dance w/ the Stars-- cowritten w/ Melyanna 01-17
	catches up and delurks Lovely, lovely work, Sach and Mely; I've been missing your Jon and Saché and Sabé and Obi-Wan, and didn't realize it till I started reading and got engrossed all over again. happy sigh -----signature----- Questions about the Archive? Ask me! http://fanfic.theforce.net/
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