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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 2/22/05 10:30pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/19/05 end of chapter one!) - Date Edited: 2/22/05 10:42pm (2 edits total) Edited By: padawan lunetta
	CodeName_Targeter: Was wondering when\if you'd show up. Of course I'll show up, luney! a) You're writing it, and I, like jade, will read anything you write. b) IT'S HAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Awww you flatter me! OoooooooOOO who says he meets Lukie? Well, you're writing it, so of course Luke will show up!:p mutters AvenKiel: I completely expected Corran to start saying, "So here's the thing..." lol! Thanks I love it Luna!! Thanks! Here's some more! Chapter Two I have often told Corran that if you cannot recognize the person in the mirror, it is time to step back and see when you stopped being yourself. That night, I was almost afraid to look. I didn't want to think about how far I was going to have to look back. For almost two decades, I have been using another name, completely ignoring a heritage that had shaped my entire life. I have stood by while a war for the soul of the galaxy was being fought. Valin Halcyon would never have done that. Master Yoda was fond of advising against recklessness and impatience, but in truth, Jedi were far more reckless than the average sentient. We took more risks because we were better able to survive them. The Council thought that the Corellians were the worst in this regard, and I can't say I disagree. There's little sense in caution where odds do not exist for you. If Nyche hadn't been pregnant with Corran during the purges, I imagine I would have been one of Vader's victims by now. Or a leader in the Rebellion. I'd had a hard time adjusting to civilian life. Even though I started working for Corsec, it was tough not taking the most dangerous missions because of my Rookie status. Corran's birth curbed my reckless streak even more, until I found myself settled into an almost completely normal life. Almost. Because I missed my father terribly, and could not follow in his footsteps by training my own son in the Jedi ways. I certainly did my best to keep him from dark side emotions but there was so much more I longed to teach him. For the first time in years, I found myself entertaining thoughts of training him. Of course, the only way to do that would be to join the Rebellion. The risks in not only joining the Rebellion, and perhaps once again embracing the Jedi ways, were great. But sometimes life isn't worth living without taking certain risks. I took a deep breath and faced the mirror, raising my eyebrow at my reflection. There was perhaps a little more gray hair than I would like, a few extra laugh lines around my eyes, but I'd managed to stay in pretty good physical shape. Physically, I was still pretty recognizable, but did I know me? I wasn't sure. From the other room, I heard a cry, and my hand grabbed immediately for my blaster. Reaching out with the Force, I could sense no immediate danger as I crept down the hall, and I realized that one of the men must have cried out in their sleep. Corran had given me sketchy details on his friend, but from what I'd remembered, Derek, or "Hobbie", had nearly died in the battle on Hoth. That was certainly reason enough to have nightmares. I opened the door to the first guest room, where I knew the young man was sleeping. His feet were sticking out of the covers and his head was covered with his pillow, but he seemed peaceful enough. I backed out of the room, thinking next of the Alderaanian, Tycho Celchu. Corran, Antilles, and Celchu were in the living room, with Corran sprawled out on the couch, Antilles curled up on the floor, and Celchu squirming in a cot. Even if he weren't writhing in his sleep, I would have tagged the nightmare sufferer to be him. He spoke again, his tone muffled and thick with emotion. "I'm sorry..." I knelt beside the cot, pursing my lips thoughtfully. The fact that he was from Alderaan meant there was probably quite a few bad memories or thoughts that could plague his dreams, and waking the man would most likely embarrass him. There was a trick I'd learned long ago that would help him, but I hesitated even as I placed my hand on his forehead. I opened myself to the Force, reveling in its peaceful, sweet flow, and gently sent a tendril of it into the younger man, sending him into a sleep too deep for dreams. And, with that simple act, I knew I'd sealed my fate. *** I woke up early the next morning, taking advantage of the extra time to pack my things and empty my bank accounts. Not needing much in the way of clothing, I filled one duffel bag with that, and the other with memorabilia such as wedding holos and embarrassing shots of Corran. No Corsec agent is complete without hidden pockets for blasters, refill packs, stuncuffs, and for the secret Jedi, a lightsaber. I rolled my saber back and forth between my hands, wondering if it still worked. Looking over my shoulder like a child trying to sneak a cookie, I thumbed the switch, smiling as the blue blade shot out. Admittedly, I breathed a sigh of relief as it activated. I would certainly have an interesting time asking for spare parts for it. Remembering the others in my apartment, I shut the blade down almost as soon as I turned it on, sliding it into one of the secret compartments in my second bag. I glanced at my wrist chronometer, and realized it was probably about time to wake the boys up. Placing my bag on my bed, I headed out of my room, heading first toward the kitchen. Surprisingly, Antilles was already up and seated at the counter, scanning a datapad. He had been the last one to go to bed last night, but his eyes were hardly bleary when he looked up at me. "Morning, sir." "Hello," I returned, digging out some julaberry juice containers and passing one to Antilles. "You're up early." Antilles shrugged. "Making sure we have everything before waking the men." I smiled slightly, a little surprised. Don't get me wrong, I could tell he was a good kid when chasing him, just...misguided. Now it seemed the Rebellion was making a leader out of him, and a great one, too. I tilted my head. "They obviously respect you as Commander." "I do my best," Antilles answered, looking down at the datapad, his cheeks flushing. "They respect that." "My son doesn't respect just anyone." "No, he doesn't." Antilles smirked a little. "Can't imagine where he got that from." I laughed, somewhat awkwardly. This was an interesting situation I'd found myself in, exchanging pleasantries with Wedge Antilles. "Breakfast with Wedge Antilles...what's next? Sabaac with Han Solo?" Antilles grinned. "You'd lose." He shrugged. "But why not? He's a Captain." "Really?" I asked, incredulously. "How have they managed to keep him in one spot?" "He keeps threatening to leave." I was intrigued. "What's stopping him?" Antilles pursed lips thoughtfully. "A lot to do with his friendship with Luke, I think, but mostly that he's probably in love with Princess Leia." Now that nearly floored me. "And she..." "Denies it enough that she's probably in love with him too," Antilles answered with a grin. "I don't think he's going anywhere soon." War certainly makes for strange bedfellows. I shook my head. "Your Rebellion sounds very interesting." Antilles nodded. "Will it be yours?" He certainly got right to the point. "Yes," I answered simply. "It'll be great to have you," he said with a smile, extending his hand. "Thank you," I said, shaking it. Corran came into the kitchen then, dressed in blue fatigues. He'd clearly just been out for a jog - his shirt was sticking to him, soaked with sweat. He always did push himself hard. "Morning," he said to Antilles and me, digging in the refrigeration unit for a bottle of water. "Sleep late, dad?" I shook my head. "Spent the morning clearing out my accounts." After nearly drinking half the bottle with one swig, Corran looked at me, surprised. "Really?" "Really," I replied, walking over to clasp his arm. "I've already sent my resignation to your grandfather." I smiled slightly. "If you're going to break the law, you may as well go all the way, right?" Corran grinned. "Right." I slapped his back. "It'll be good to work with you again, son." "Yeah," Corran agreed, resting his hand on my shoulder. "It will be," he said, then cleared his throat as Tycho came in, jabbing his thumb behind him. "Either you keep wild rancors in your guest rooms, sir, or Janson's not a morning person." Antillles rolled his eyes. "Did you make sure he got out of bed? Put his feet on the floor?" Tycho shook his head. "I figured if he could roar that loud he had to be awake." "He could carry on an entire conversation in his sleep," Antilles edged past Corran and me. "He's not up." He looked back to Tycho. "Have you tried waking Hobbie, yet, Celchu?" "Not yet, Antilles," Tycho answered. I walked over to the sink and started to fill a pitcher. "Just throw some water on them, that'll wake them up, plus provide a shower." "Be my guest," Antilles replied, waving his arm in an exaggerated gesture toward the doorway. *** "You know," Janson was saying as we reached the hangar where the Rogues had kept their cruiser, "I take showers on my own. That's what refreshers are for." I shrugged. "You know what they say, the early pilots get the 'fresher." Janson glared at me. "You just made that up." He pointed to Hobbie. "How come he didn't get all wet?" "You took all the cold water," I replied, winking at Hobbie. "That wasn't very considerate of you." Corran coughed. "And there wouldn't have been enough to wake him otherwise." "Whatever," Janson glowered at him, just as a pretty woman walked by, dressed in oil stained mechanic fatigues. Cheering up immediately, he ran his hand through his hair and followed her. "See, it's a good thing he made you shower!" Hobbie called out to him, earning a dirty look cast over Janson's shoulder. "Now that's amazing," Antilles said after a moment, watching Janson and the woman. "I think she may actually like him." Corran snorted. "Give them five minutes." "We don't have it." Antilles shook his head. "The sooner we leave, the better." He gestured to Tycho. "Celchu, go get him. I'll check our inventory." Tycho nodded, walking off to gather up Janson, while I, Corran and Hobbie followed him to the ship. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck suddenly rose, and my danger sense piqued. I looked over my shoulder while the landing ramp was lowered, expecting to find a group of stormtroopers. Instead, the hangar was eerily quiet. I prodded Corran forward. "Something's not right." Corran looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?" I shook my head and called out to Antilles, who had run ahead to check the hold while Hobbie performed the pre-flight checks. "Everything okay, Antilles?" "Yeah," Antilles answered, his voice muffled from being far back in the ship. I shifted my weight, remaining on the landing ramp. Corran stood at my shoulder, his hand on his blaster. I wanted to order him to go into the ship. Suppressing the urge, I stepped in front of him instead, looking toward where Tycho and Janson were. Tycho had a firm grip on Janson's arm, practically dragging him forward. Janson waved behind him, then ducked as blaster fire suddenly erupted from a couple of storm troopers appearing at the entrance. Corran moved to my side and we both opened fire, squeezing off a few shots at the troopers. One went down, but managed to fire an excellent shot at Janson. Tycho shoved him out of the way, taking a hit in his stomach. The remaining trooper took off, shouting into his comlink probably for backup. Corran and I dashed down the ramp to aid Janson, who was running forward half supporting, half carrying Tycho. "How bad is it?" I demanded, noticing that Tycho was covering his wound with his hand. Tycho shook his head. "Not bad...we have to hurry." I wasn't sure I believed him, and helped Janson guide him up the ramp. Corran brought up the ramp as soon as everyone was inside, and called for Hobbie to take off as he shut the hatch. Antilles appeared in the corridor as the ship lifted up, bracing himself against the wall. "Sithspit," he cursed, gesturing to Tycho. "Is he okay?" "It's just a graze," Tycho answered, wincing as he sat up. "Nothing a little bacta patch can't take care of." "We ran into a few stormies," Janson explained, hovering over Tycho. Antilles nodded. "Get him to the cabin," he ordered Janson, then turned to me. "We may need your help getting out of here, Horn." I nodded, following him into the cockpit. Hobbie was already arguing with the spaceport authorities over the com, and at a gesture from Antilles, he let me take over. "This is Captain Hal Horn," I said over the com, putting as much authority into my tone as possible. "Is there a problem?" There was silence at the other end for a moment, before the security officer spoke. "What is you clearance code, Captain Horn?" I gave it, adding just a touch of annoyance, hinting that he was interfering with a highly sensitive intelligence mission. We were given clearance almost immediately, and I let out an audible sigh of relief the moment we hit hyperspace. My relief, however, was short lived. Corran came into the cockpit, and Hobbie looked anxiously to him. "How's Tycho?" "He says he's fine," Corran answered, taking a seat next to me. "Insisted on Wes and I leaving him alone." Janson nodded from behind him, looking miserable. "Says it's just a graze." I frowned. "You didn't check?" Corran glowered slightly, shaking his head. "He pulled rank." Antilles stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Give him a few minutes," he said after a moment. "Then why don't you check on him Hobbie?" Hobbie nodded, obviously eager to learn how his friend was doing. "Sure." "And if he tries to pull rank again, tell him I sent you," Antilles added. -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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Jesina_Dreis Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 2/22/05 10:43pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05) - Date Edited: 2/22/05 10:46pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jesina_Dreis
	pounces Loved the conversations...the banter between Hal and Wedge. Hal's thoughts on joining the Rebellion were beautifully written. Poor Tycho Jes -----signature----- Stay safe, Ev Big sister to valin_halcyon Rest in Peace, Jeremy http://www.heatherjanes.com http://z9.invisionfree.com/downtime
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Arin_Atona Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 2/22/05 11:47pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	I haven't read just a plethora of Rogue material... but the banter seems great! -----signature----- On the Shoulders of Giants http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=23575110 From the Empire, With Love http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=26258118
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Jesina_Dreis Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 2/22/05 11:58pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Oh, it is...it is -----signature----- Stay safe, Ev Big sister to valin_halcyon Rest in Peace, Jeremy http://www.heatherjanes.com http://z9.invisionfree.com/downtime
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Quin22 Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 2/23/05 2:43am Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Its becoming increasingly apparent to me just how many talented writers there are on this site. Lune I have to say I love the way you paint a scene. Usually(and more frequently now that I'm swamped with Darwinism, an eccentric history professor who needs quotes from sources verbatim, and erratic sleeping patterns)I can't stay focused on a piece with to much description to fill in the lines, but you had me all the way from start to finish. It's tough now a days to find a writer who can effectively create that "perfect mental picture" and you do an excellent job of doing just that. Nice piece of work Lune. Very impressed.
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jade51999 Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 2/23/05 9:06am Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Nice Lune! Listening to Hal think about what he saw in the mirror was interesting, considering what we know of Corran and his thoughs on the subjec from I, Jedi. It was also ineresting to see the ineraction between our fav. rebels. Dumping water on Wes is always hilarious. -----signature----- Story in Progress: Into Oblivion (L/M) will be finished October 30 http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/30188512/p1/?0 Updated Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Living in De'Nile, TKL Apts
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Miana Kenobi Title: Pacific RSA & NSWFF Mod On Limited Time Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 2/23/05 9:53am Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	"No, he doesn't." Antilles smirked a little. "Can't imagine where he got that from." Hehehe... Excellently done, Luney!! I love the Rogues. -----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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CodeName_Targeter Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 2/23/05 10:03am Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Awww!!! Poor Tycho, having nightmares sniffs "Either you keep wild rancors in your guest rooms, sir, or Janson's not a morning person." Antillles rolled his eyes. "Did you make sure he got out of bed? Put his feet on the floor?" Tycho shook his head. "I figured if he could roar that loud he had to be awake." LOL! loves her Janson gasps Tycho!!!!!!! You hurt poor Tycho! sniffs Hehe, pulling rank to make people go away. MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~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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SweetPea Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 2/23/05 12:38pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Wow, he's using the Force now. Will he train Corran? What about Lukie? Oooo! Will he go talk to Yoda? "Denies it enough that she's probably in love with him too," Antilles answered with a grin. "I don't think he's going anywhere soon." War certainly makes for strange bedfellows I thought this was a very funny ultra-literal use of that analogy I also highly approve of all the Rogue banter -----signature----- And the Bartender Says... http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/18513916/ Winner, Summer 2005 Fanfic Awards, Best Viggie: Wedge Antilles' Guide to Improvisational Parenting: http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/18412918/
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talkingbanana Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 2/23/05 4:13pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	That was incredible, as I've already come to expect. Loved the part about the hidden pockets for everything - and for the secret Jedi, a lightsaber. That was hilarious. Very well written thoughts about the Rebellion and such. Keep up the great work! -----signature----- How? Myn/Lara one-shot, Betrayal, slight AU http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28175766/p1/?0 Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
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Phoenix_Reborn Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 2/23/05 7:18pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	LMAO - I love the way you write the fab 4 and Hal. Can't wait for more. -----signature----- Jello Knight Fightin'Texas Aggie class of '07 A-WHOOP! Token Canadian to the Sawpuppies of 203
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JadeSolo Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 2/23/05 7:23pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	Not needing much in the way of clothing, I filled one duffel bag with that, and the other with memorabilia such as wedding holos and embarrassing shots of Corran. Poor Corran. I liked that Hal helped Tycho sleep. Nice way for him to realise where his true place is. Though now I wonder what Rostek's reaction was. -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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JalendaviLady Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 2/23/05 9:28pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05)
	<delurks> Great story and concept! I'd be more worried about reprisals on Rostek than his own reaction... New fully-trained Jedi suddenly appears in the Rebellion, and his father just happens to have been the partner of a Jedi during the Republic Era (no matter how deeply Rostek may have hidden files, SOMEONE has to remember that he was seen working with a Jedi)? -----signature----- Yes, I'm maybe possibly back. Hold Your Head High (pre-TPM OC vignette) http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28694279/p1/?0 Signs of Life, Chapter 37 now up http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/15114788
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 2/23/05 11:24pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05) - Date Edited: 2/23/05 11:30pm (1 edits total) Edited By: padawan lunetta
	Jesina_Dreis: pounces Eek! Loved the conversations...the banter between Hal and Wedge. Awww thanks Hal's thoughts on joining the Rebellion were beautifully written. Thanks! Poor Tycho looks innocent Arin_Atona: I haven't read just a plethora of Rogue material... but the banter seems great! Thanks! Quin22: Its becoming increasingly apparent to me just how many talented writers there are on this site. Lune I have to say I love the way you paint a scene. Usually(and more frequently now that I'm swamped with Darwinism, an eccentric history professor who needs quotes from sources verbatim, and erratic sleeping patterns)I can't stay focused on a piece with to much description to fill in the lines, but you had me all the way from start to finish. It's tough now a days to find a writer who can effectively create that "perfect mental picture" and you do an excellent job of doing just that. Nice piece of work Lune. Very impressed. Wow...very complimentary. blushes Thanks blushes again jade51999: Nice Lune! thanks :-D Listening to Hal think about what he saw in the mirror was interesting, considering what we know of Corran and his thoughs on the subjec from I, Jedi. Thanks...I had fun integrating that It was also ineresting to see the ineraction between our fav. rebels. Dumping water on Wes is always hilarious. lol! Quite! Miana Kenobi: "No, he doesn't." Antilles smirked a little. "Can't imagine where he got that from." Hehehe... Excellently done, Luney!! I love the Rogues. Thanks woman! I'm really starting to love them CodeName_Targeter: Awww!!! Poor Tycho, having nightmares sniffs Poor boy! LOL! loves her Janson lol! I was rather proud of that exchange myself. gasps Tycho!!!!!!! You hurt poor Tycho! sniffs Did not! The Empire did! Hehe, pulling rank to make people go away. SweetPea: Wow, he's using the Force now. Will he train Corran? What about Lukie? Oooo! Will he go talk to Yoda? Considering Anakin...me thinks Hal might be scared to death to think of training Lukie...Corran...hmm...Yoda...hmmm... I thought this was a very funny ultra-literal use of that analogy LOL! I was wondering if anyone would pick up on that! I also highly approve of all the Rogue banter Awww thanks! This is my first time ever writing them, (aside from Lukie and Corran) so I am glad you all approve. (Though Jes and Myri are my Rogue Advisors I guess it HAS tobe good ) talkingbanana: That was incredible, as I've already come to expect. blushes Aww thanks :0 Loved the part about the hidden pockets for everything - and for the secret Jedi, a lightsaber. That was hilarious. hehehehehe thanks Very well written thoughts about the Rebellion and such. Keep up the great work! Thanks! Working on it! Phoenix_Reborn: LMAO - I love the way you write the fab 4 and Hal. Can't wait for more. Thanks! Very glad you guys are approving of the characterizations. :-D JadeSolo: Poor Corran. I liked that Hal helped Tycho sleep. Nice way for him to realise where his true place is. Thanks! I liked it too. Though now I wonder what Rostek's reaction was. Hmm...probably knows SOMEthing is up... JalendaviLady: <delurks> Ooh thanks for delurking! I am very glad people are reading this thing, considering the randomness of it. Great story and concept! Thanks! beams I'd be more worried about reprisals on Rostek than his own reaction... New fully-trained Jedi suddenly appears in the Rebellion, and his father just happens to have been the partner of a Jedi during the Republic Era (no matter how deeply Rostek may have hidden files, SOMEONE has to remember that he was seen working with a Jedi)? Very good point! Particularly if it were known about Hal's problem with telekinesis...very Halcyon trait there...and this IS Something that is addressed in a later chapter. -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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padawan lunetta Registered: May '99	Date Posted: 2/23/05 11:26pm Subject: RE: I, Rebel (Hal Horn survives to join the Rebellion, AU, Updated 02/23/05) - Date Edited: 4/10 8:28am (2 edits total) Edited By: padawan lunetta
	Sorry if my posting schedule seems random, but I like to on my days off, so there'll probaby be about two a week, close together, with a few days break for you guys. Here is Chapter Three! Chapter Three My father liked to tell me that when the Force speaks to you, it is a gentle whisper or nudge. Apparently, if you wait a couple decades to actively use it again, it delivers swift kicks to the butt instead. At least, that's what I was feeling when I entered the cabin to check on Tycho Celchu, and was informed of his grave condition. Hobbie had run a medisensor over him, discovering that the bolt had grazed his stomach and kidneys, and damaged his pancreas. We were days away from where the rebel fleet was assembled, (I was not informed of the actual location for security reasons) and it was dangerous to leave hyperspace short of your destination. I helped Hobbie start a nutrient drip and administer painkillers, but I had the feeling that the young man would not make it to the Fleet. Hobbie was acting perhaps a little too professional, as though attempting to detach himself from the situation. I'd seen it in many Corsec detectives. Sometimes it seemed that the worse the situation, the more calm they managed to be. I, however, could sense the deep worry Hobbie held for his friend, and his frustration in not being able to help him. Janson peeked his head into the cabin once, to inquire after Tycho, and at Hobbie's answer, he'd turned pale and left the room, muttering an excuse under his breath. I was certain the man must be feeling rather guilty because Tycho had taken the shot for him. It didn't take Antilles long to come in after me, probably having noticed Hobbie's prolonged absence. He folded his arms after entering the cabin, leaning against the wall. "How is he doing?" "He's in bad shape," Hobbie answered, unable to look up and meet his commander's eyes. I rested my hand on the young man’s shoulder. "He'll be fine." Hobbie stepped away from me, probably upset that I was trying to encourage false hopes. When Corran was a teenager, he used to grumble about my being too optimistic, but what I had been unable to tell him was that it was one of my defenses against the Darkside of the Force. If your thoughts dwell in darkness, then it is likely that your soul will soon follow. Antilles arched an eyebrow. "Will he make it to the base?" "Not without bacta," Hobbie answered softly. "I've put patches on his wound, but it isn't enough." His assessment was true, but what Hobbie didn't know was that though often slower, a Jedi Healing trance often worked just as well as bacta, if not better. I had not intended to reveal myself as a Jedi yet. I wasn't ready. But, I could hardly let the man die simply because I was too afraid to act. If this was the Force's way of letting me know it was time to start being a Jedi again, I was getting the message loud and clear. Antilles had stiffened just slightly at Hobbie's words, but he obviously wished to retain his own professionalism as well, and had been trying to keep himself distant from his men. I was only able to tell how deeply it was affecting him by the look in his eyes and sense in the Force. "There's always another way." Hobbie looked at me in disbelief. "Right." Antilles merely watched me carefully, obviously confused. I certainly wasn't a surgeon, and that perhaps to them, was the only other way. I cleared my throat, nodding to both men. "Excuse me," I said, then left the cabin, going off in search for my son. Truth was, I am just a little out of practice when it comes to using the Force. Years ago, I may have been able to pull off a healing trance on the young man without overtaxing myself too greatly, but I harbored no illusions that I would be able to now. I was going to need my son's help in this matter, which meant it was time I told him the truth about his heritage. A couple of years ago, I made a recording about it, because should I have died before being able to tell him, I wanted him to hear it from me. The holorecording, however, was safely hidden away inside Corran's droid, Whistler, and I didn't have time to carefully craft my words to tell him gently enough. Corran was a man who thrived on honesty. It was how I raised him. Now I had to tell him that I had kept a very large secret from him all his life, and that my own name was false. In all honesty, I had to keep it secret. Corran would have taken a lot of pride in his heritage, and would have likely, some day, accidentally revealed it, and that would have meant his death...or worse. But now, I had little choice in the matter. At least we would both be fighting against the Sith, and hopefully once again the Jedi would be restored to the galaxy. I found my son in the cockpit, looking out toward space. He turned to smile at me when he heard me walk in. "I'm glad you decided to come, Father. I'd hate for us to be on different sides." "Thank you," I said, coming to sit beside him. It was hard to see him so happy, knowing that I was about to ruin it. "Your friend, Tycho, isn't going to make it to the base without bacta. He's injured several internal organs." Corran stared at me for a moment, unable to speak at first. "No wonder he tried to keep it from us. Wedge would never have gone to hyperspace if he had known." He curled his fingers into a fist. "Sithspit." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "But he doesn't have to die. You and I can stop that, Corran." "How?" Corran asked, clearly confused. "Try to drop out of hyperspace early or something? Do you know a safe way to do that?" "No," I answered, taking a deep breath. "Corran, there's something I have to tell you. Hal Horn...is not my real name." Corran's eyes widened slightly, and his tone grew very soft. "What?" Perhaps that was a little too blunt, but I had to go further. "I was born Valin Halcyon, son and apprentice to Jedi Master Nejaa Halcyon. Shortly after I was elevated to Jedi Knight, he was killed, and the purges began. Rostek and my father were good friends, and he married my mother, and claimed me for his son, in an effort to protect our family." Corran shook his head, first surprised, and now, slowly growing angry. "Corran, it was too dangerous to tell you before, but now I don't see as how I have a choice. A Jedi Healing trance can work just as well as bacta, and I can do it, but since I am out of practice it's going to be hard." I squeezed his shoulder. "I'm going to need your help." He got to his feet, slowly balling his fists. "I'll help." I was disappointed that he didn't say more, but he was too stunned to think clearly, and angry I'd kept this secret so long from him. But, willingness to help was a start. "Let's see what your commander thinks." *** Corran and I didn't have to go far. As we were planning to leave, Antilles entered the cockpit, checking our position in space. My son folded his arms and arched an eyebrow at me, expecting me to speak first. Antilles turned to me after checking the readings. "Did you tell him?" "What?" Corran demanded, looking at me sharply. Antilles blinked, obviously confused. "Tell you about Tycho's condition, Corran," I answered, attempting to placate him. Antilles raised both eyebrows, looking first to Corran, then to me. He cleared his throat. "Glad you've been informed." I could tell that Antilles was uncomfortable, and obviously wanted to leave me and Corran alone, probably thinking we were fighting. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to be able to let him leave. This was certainly going to be interesting, telling a man I used to chase all over Corellia my most dangerous secret. Doubtless he was going to find it as awkward as me. "Antilles, Corran and I were discussing a possible method to help Tycho." "What did you come up with?" Antilles asked, clearly skeptical. "I assume your men can keep a secret?" Antilles nodded, clearly intrigued. "Of course." I looked over at Corran first, before responding. "Antilles, it's not a very well known fact that I am a Jedi Knight." His mouth dropped and he stared at me in stunned silence. There I went, being much too blunt again. "I am telling you this, because I would like your permission to put Tycho into a healing trance. It will be slow, but just as effective as bacta." Antilles coughed. "Sure." "Thanks," I said, then touched Corran's arm. "I want you to observe, Corran, see if you can get a sense of what I'm doing." Corran nodded, and followed me out of the cabin. *** Janson was outside the cabin when Corran and I approached it, looking uncharacteristically forlorn. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "He's going to be fine," I assured him, gesturing for Corran to follow me into the cabin. "You'll see." He nodded miserably. Hobbie was still hovering over Tycho when we entered the cabin, barely pausing to look up at us. "He's developed a fever," he announced without preamble. "Thank you," I said, stepping over to the bedside and placing my hand on Tycho's forehead. It was definitely warm, as Hobbie had said. My touch apparently disturbed the young man's sleep, because he stirred, blinking up at me. "WhereamI?" "In the cabin," I answered, scanning him with the Force. "Do you remember being shot?" "Yeah...tell Janson, not his fault," Tycho murmured. I nodded. "I'll tell him." Hobbie was staring at me. "How are you understanding him?" It was then that I realized my mistake. In directly using the Force to examine Tycho, I was linked with him, and hardly needed to hear his words to know what he was trying to say. Apparently to Hobbie, it must have been unintelligible. "Through the Force, Hobbie. I'm a Jedi Knight." Hobbie just kind of shrugged, probably so distracted that my words didn't even register, and I focused my attention back on Tycho. "I'm going to put you into a healing trance, Tycho. You're going to feel very tired in a minute. You'll sleep for days." "Okay," Tycho agreed, closing his eyes again. I looked over at Corran. "I want you to try to open yourself to me, Corran. First try clearing your mind. It is never a good idea to touch the Force if you are angry or upset. In fact, I cannot allow it." Corran nodded, noting the gravity in my tone. "All right." While Corran worked on clearing his mind, a process which could theoretically take weeks, I began completely immersing Tycho with the Force. This was always hard to do with a non-Jedi, because most have no idea how loudly they are broadcasting their emotions, and with someone as injured as Tycho, there were no barriers at all. His strongest worry and sense of guilt seemed to involve a woman he loved, underlined with a deep sadness over the destruction of Alderaan. I couldn't work with it, but it would be impossible to heal him if I shielded. "What now?" Corran asked expectantly. "I said clear your mind, Corran, not wonder what to do next," I answered, frowning at him. "And then what?" I was beginning to see why we used to train Jedi at birth. For me, trying to teach Corran how to touch the Force and feel it, was akin to teaching him how to breathe. Corran never does anything without thinking, and I knew he would want step by step instructions, and surrendering to anything was beyond my son's abilities. It wasn't going to be easy, but no Halcyon would ever back down from a challenge. No Horn, either. "Corran, I want you to concentrate on what you feel when your mind is clear, and see if you can get a sense of me." Corran looked skeptical, but closed his eyes, and attempted it. I started the trance on Tycho, but couldn't sense my son touching the Force. Deciding I was going to have to teach him later, Tycho's thoughts were distracting enough without the added distraction, I put Tycho completely down. Everyone has at least a small sensitivity to the Force, and because Tycho was unable to do so himself, I could direct his midichlorians to speed up the healing in his body. Adding to that my own power in the Force, it would give him enough strength to pull through and possibly be healed by the time we reached the Rebel Fleet. If I had the stamina, or perhaps the power, of a Skywalker it probably would take less time, but I was going to have to take rest breaks in order to keep it up. That was where Corran would come in. He has a lot of raw potential in the Force, and when I got too tired or needed extra help, I would be able to tap into that, if he could learn to open up to me. As I worked on healing Tycho, Corran let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not feeling anything, Father." I'm always "father" when he's annoyed with me, and I suspected that part of his problem here was he wasn't able to completely trust me right now. "It's all right, Corran. We'll work on it later." Corran simply nodded and left the cabin, probably headed to work off some of his frustration with me through physical exercise. I shook my head. This was going to be rough. And to top it off, as though coming out of a daze, Hobbie asked me, "Did you just say Jedi Knight?" -----signature----- Moldy Oldbie in search of a gimer stick. "Whoa, is my hair out?" Jacen\Jysella Forever!!!
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