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Onoto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 4/16/07 3:05pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #6 Lieutenant Levitt and the Musician - UPDATED 4/9
	Darth Muis: Thanks. Depth is good. CodyMonKenobi: Definitely going to see more of Nanah, though it technically was not her first appearance. Laine_Snowtrekker: I liked writing him as a younger man. it was different, but in a good sort of way. KoolKoal: Know exactly what you mean about DRL. I'm glad you liked it, even if you did get confused. Okay. I'm embarrassed. I haven't been able to invest the time necessary to make this week's update good enough, so I've decided to not post it until next week. I'm very sorry. I'll do my best to prevent this from happening again. If you'd like to receive a PM whenever there is a new story posted, just let me know, and I'll add you to the regular list. Current PM List: ZekksGoddess, Darth Muis, CodyMonKenobi, KoolKoal -----signature----- A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems. ~Paul Erdos
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yodas_waiter Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 4/29/07 2:46pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #6 Lieutenant Levitt and the Musician - UPDATED 4/9
	I'm a wee bit behind on my round, but I finally found the time to read this. Let me start with part 5 which was a laugh out loud piece. Really great and even I'm getting used to the characters quirks by now. “The Empire is like a big family! All the people are the children, the Navy is the father, and the Emperor is the mother.” ^ definitely a favourite quote. It seems wrong to say, given the nature of the Empire, but it feels so right. And about the latest update, as the other have said; it's a nice change of pace and a cute little love story. Something I really can relate to right now. Good job Onoto -----signature----- Padawan to Sionnach-Airgid Author of Chyler databank entry Nominated Best New Author in Before the Saga 06/07 The Enforcer (SW Super-hero tribute): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28028864/p1/?2
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Luton_Plunder Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 8/24/07 11:00pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #6 Lieutenant Levitt and the Musician - UPDATED 4/9
	Onoto, I have been meaning to get to these for so long now. Levitt and Dallada are two of my favourite OCs on these boards, and after a marathon read of all the 6 stories I can't wait for more adventures I thought about going through and playing favourites with them, but I've decided that I like each one of them for different reasons enough to justify not picking a favourite It's worth saying, though, that I love all the facets of the characters that you write. Whether it's running and gunning or romance, it's all excellent I'd be a bit useless with suggestions for adventures so I'll leave that in your capable hands, but may I ask for a PM update for the next story when it comes along? I'm hooked on them And I plan on being one of their regular visitors from now on heheh. Keep it up, Onoto! Looking forward to more -----signature----- The Essential Guide to OCs. Say No to Mary. http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25562370/p1
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Onoto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/23/08 2:39pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #6 Lieutenant Levitt and the Musician - UPDATED 4/9
	Hi. I'm back. And so are Levitt and Dallada. I've been away for far too long, and I'd like to apologize for that. There's no excuse for abandoning this thread, and fan fiction in general, for as long as I did, so I won't try to make one. I'm just happy to be writing and posting again, and I'd like to thank all of you old readers who've returned, and all of you new readers who are meeting my Imperials for the very first time. yodas_waiter: I enjoyed that quote very much myself. I appreciate the laughter. Futon: Thanks for dropping by, my friend! Your words of praise are sincerely appreciated. And I'll be happy to add you to the PM list. On to the main attraction! I consider it a companion piece to Lieutenant Levitt and the Musician, though it is not a solo adventure. Happy reading! ** Fencing Innuendo – The Seventh Levitt & Dallada Story One of the most unfortunate things about the Imperial Navy was the lack of women. The recruiting vids and the various holographic messages from High Command would lead a young man to believe that an incredibly attractive girl was a standard-issue Imperial supply, but that simply wasn’t so. Commander Levitt did not suffer tremendously. He loved his wife, and on some level liked his job, so a steady source of women was unnecessary. Levitt wasn’t foolish enough to look away when a beautiful female happened to be within his sight, but he was able to survive without more than that. The young Lieutenant Dallada, however, was not quite so fortunate. He was stationed on a tiny, dust-covered rock, where the bare-chested women were Hutts and even the strongest drink couldn’t make but a scant few humans look better than the aforementioned Hutts. It was not the most pleasant existence. One day Dallada came rushing into the Imperial Recruiting Station, his perpetually off-kilter hat threatening to blow off balding his head as he slid across the room. “Commander! Commander!” The middle-aged officer looked up from his data sheet. “You’re ten minutes late. What’s up?” “A girl!” Dallada cried. “At the Command Center! Girl!” Levitt leaned back in his chair as he appraised the young officer. “You might not be aware of this, Lieutenant, but half of the human population is without a Y-chromosome.” “She isn’t just any girl,” Dallada said, sitting down on the edge of Levitt’s desk. “This girl is like an angel. To compare her to other women is to compare night to day, planet to pebble.” “Poetic this afternoon, aren’t we?” “Damn straight.” The lieutenant was almost salivating. “We’re talking about sex here. It brings out my sensitive side.” Levitt snorted loudly. “Have you actually introduced yourself to this girl, or are you assuming that she’s been ordered to report to your bunk this evening?” Dallada dismissed the older man’s comment with a wave of his hand. “Details, details. Give it time, my friend. Women love me.” “And so do their husbands.” Levitt stood up to put his data sheet away. “You have an uncanny knack for picking the only married ladies in the room, and doing it while their husbands are ten feet away.” “You know perfectly well that the waitress on Corellia wasn’t wearing a ring.” “The bartender in Boonta Eve was. Of course, I’m not surprised that you missed that.” Levit smirked at his friend. “You never looked at her hands.” Dallada sat down fully on his desk. “Why do you have to make everything sound so depressing? Here I am, at the pinnacle of my life, and you want to make me feel inadequate.” Levitt was only barely able to contain his laugh. “I can’t help it. It’s so very easy to do.” “Laugh all you want, Commander, but this bright young officer has a plan!” Dallada started pacing the room and gesturing wildly as he spoke. “I talked one of the married guys down at Command into giving me access to her file – ” “You mean the girl’s file? That’s against regulations.” “Yeah, but Lieutenant Widle sympathized with my plight, so he gave me a hand.” “Oh. Well, in that case, go on, Dallada.” The commander just shrugged, and the younger officer continued. “She isn’t married, just so you know. And I learned that the girl - Oleva Tike - is a member of the Imperial Fencing Club, so all I have to do – ” Levitt held up a hand interrupted Dallada again. “Excuse me. Did you say fencing?” “Yeah. You know, swords.” The lieutenant waved an imaginary weapon, parrying a fantasy lunge. The commander sat back down at his desk and kicked his feet up. “Go on.” “So all I have to do is join the club, and I’ll get close to her. I even have a pickup line all worked out.” Dallada cleared his throat and used his best Geo Harr impersonation. “How would you like to come back to my place and…duel?” Levitt burst out laughing, and tears started to stream from his eyes. Dallada was confused. “Don’t you get it, Commander? It’s fencing innuendo.” Levitt tried his best to regain his composure. “Dallada, have you ever even picked up a sword?” “Well, no, but I could use that in another line.” He adopted the accent again. “Would you be interested in showing me how to handle my sword?” Levitt lost what little composure he’d regained in a fit of mirth. “How did I ever let you talk me into this?” “It’s no big deal, Commander. The exercise will do you good.” “Fencing is pointless. Why would I whack something with a stick when I could just shoot it instead?” “I hope you won’t be so negative when we get in there. Such an attitude could snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.” Levitt and Dallada took another step forward in the registration line, which seemed unusually large for an eccentric club at a small base. “I just don’t see why I have to be here. I’m not the one trying to pick up a girl.” Dallada put on a look of shock as they both took another step forward. “You’re my wingman. I need you, Commander.” “You just want me to scare off other suitors,” Levitt grunted. “No! This will be fun!” Dallada patted his friend on the shoulder. “It’s true, there’s safety in numbers, but I honestly am more concerned with your happiness than my own.” “Oh, really.” “Yes,” Dallada said seriously, “I want you to broaden your horizons. You say you’ve never dueled before, right?” “No, I’ve never been to a Fencing Club meeting, but – ” “So this will make you a better, more circular person.” “Don’t you mean well-rounded?” They stepped forward again. “Identification, please,” the slight captain sitting at the desk asked. The captain ran their cards through the scanner and handed them back. “Quite a crowd tonight.” “Why would that be?” Levitt said sarcastically. “Could it be the great exercise and good, clean fun?” “You’re so cynical, Commander.” Dallada shook his head as they entered the training room. The two officers were banging their swords together in a hopeless effort to learn the intricacies of fencing. Just ten feet away the goddess around whom Dallada’s world revolved was dueling with the slight captain. Levitt quite agreed with the lieutenant’s assessment of her beauty, though he understood that Dallada wasn’t nearly as passive in his admiration. “Knock my sword over there,” Dallada muttered. Levitt rolled his eyes, but complied with the young officer’s request. The plastic training sword skidded across the floor and landed between Oleva Tike and the slight captain. The two paused to allow Dallada to retrieve the weapon. To Levitt’s surprise, Dallada did not take the opportunity to use one of his disastrously bad pickup lines. Instead he flashed a smile, made a short, sheepish apology and returned to the commander without another word. “In one minute,” Dallada murmured as he and Levitt squared off, “do it again.” The commander smiled as he realized the lieutenant’s scheme. It was astounding that fencing innuendo could come from what was sometimes a competent mind. Levitt had no doubt the young officer could make Admiral if he chose to. He highly doubted that Dallada ever would. It wasn’t until after the sword had landed by Oleva Tike’s boots three times that Dallada made his move. “I hate to admit it, but I’m not terribly good with this thing,” Dallada ventured. “No, you’re not,” Oleva Tike said. “I’ve never done it much before. You seem to be pretty good, though.” “I am.” “I don’t mean to pester you, but could you lend me a hand? I’d hate to keep on bothering you by having to chase my sword all the time.” Oleva Tike nodded. “I do think teaching you how to hold on to your sword would be prudent. That all right with you, Jenov?” “Fine with me. The Club need’s all the members it can get,” the slight captain said. “I think I’ll go lend those tall chaps a hand. They seem to be far too choppy. Sirs!” He scampered off. “I appreciate it,” Dallada said softly. “What’s your name?” “Oleva Tike.” She began to help him get into the proper fighting stance. Levitt took a drink of water while he watched. “My name’s Vasili. Vasili Dallada. I work over at the recruiting station.” “Really? Interesting.” She put her left hand on his and moved it. “Don’t lock your wrists.” “Confidentially, it isn’t, though I still manage to amuse myself. Where are you at?” “Front office at the Command Center. Bend your knees a little more.” “Are you? That must be exciting.” “Confidentially,” she said, “it isn’t. There, that stance isn’t bad.” Dallada smiled at her. “I think I’m ready to swash a few buckles. A regular Rolle Flint. And not just any Flint. The Pirate of Oteray Flint.” “The best vid he ever made,” she agreed, a smile rippling across her shining face. “Has anyone ever told you,” Dallada asked softly, “that you have a beautiful smile, Miss Tike?” She smiled again. “Oleva.” The next morning, Dallada staggered into the recruiting station a full hour late. Levitt had not seen him since the young officer had disappeared with Oleva after the Fencing Club meeting had finished. The commander was naturally curious as to Dallada’s nocturnal doings. “So?” he asked as the lieutenant poured himself a cup of caf. “What happened?” Dallada took a long sip. “We went to the cantina and had a drink. We talked for a while. Then she invited me back to her place for a caf.” Levitt nodded. “All right. And then…” Dallada sat down at his desk “We talked.” “Okay. What else?” A bewildered expression seized Dallada’s face, as if he himself could not believe what he was about to say. “Nothing. We talked the whole time. She kissed me once, but other than that…” Levitt mirrored the lieutenant’s look of puzzlement. “You talked?” “Yeah.” Dallada drank some more of the caf. “We just talked the whole time. I didn’t really think about what I was doing until I left.” The commander was dumbstruck. “Are you saying that after you practically drooled thinking about it yesterday, you never actually…” “It never crossed my mind,” Dallada said. He was silent for several moments, and his gaze wandered to the ceiling. “She likes it when it rains while the sun is still shining.” Levitt smiled as realization overtook his sense of surprise. He understood what Dallada was going through. “Yes, that is an interesting phenomenon.” “You know, even though we forgot to sleep together, it was still a good evening.” Levitt poured himself a cup of caf. “I’m glad to hear that.” “There’s a Rolle Flint festival on the HoloNet tonight, and she’s invited me over.” Dallada looked up at Levitt. “Do you think that we’ll remember tonight, Commander?” “Possibly,” Levitt answered, “but I don’t know if it’ll be necessary.” “No,” Dallada said, “I don’t suppose it will be.” The End Thanks for reading this little story. I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to receive a PM whenever there is a new story posted, just let me know, and I'll add you to the regular list. If you would like to be taken off the list for any reason, just drop me a line. Current PM List: ZekksGoddess, Darth Muis, CodyMonKenobi, KoolKoal, Luton_Plunder -----signature----- A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems. ~Paul Erdos
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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 1/23/08 9:09pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #7 Fencing Innuendo - IT'S BACK! Updated 1-23-08
	Awesome! I liked this one just as much as the others! You know what? Add me to the PM list! -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/24/08 4:08am Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #7 Fencing Innuendo - IT'S BACK! Updated 1-23-08
	“A girl!” Dallada cried. “At the Command Center! Girl!” Levitt leaned back in his chair as he appraised the young officer. “You might not be aware of this, Lieutenant, but half of the human population is without a Y-chromosome.” “She isn’t just any girl,” Dallada said, sitting down on the edge of Levitt’s desk. “This girl is like an angel. To compare her to other women is to compare night to day, planet to pebble.” “Poetic this afternoon, aren’t we?” Something about that part just made me: Onoto – I have been enjoying these as well, although I seem to always catch them late. You must add me to the PM list also, to keep that from happening again. -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source. Eduard Cullen = Gary Stu. Yep, I said it.
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Onoto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/25/08 1:23pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #7 Fencing Innuendo - IT'S BACK! Updated 1-23-08
	Laine_Snowtrekker: I'm glad it measures up. You're on the list! BigE: That's one of my favorite banter scenes in the whole series, and I'm thrilled that it elicited a chuckle. I'd be glad to add you to the PM list. I'm almost done with a Levitt solo story. It's about his first mission as a marine, and although I have a pretty full weekend, I hope to have it up by the middle of next week. But don't worry Dallada-lovers! I've also been drafting another story starring both of our guys, so the suave lieutenant will make his return before too long. If you'd like to receive a PM whenever there is a new story posted, just let me know, and I'll add you to the regular list. If you would like to be stop receiving updates for any reason, just drop me a line. Current PM List: ZekksGoddess, Darth Muis, CodyMonKenobi, KoolKoal, Luton_Plunder, Laine_Snowtrekker, BigE -----signature----- A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems. ~Paul Erdos
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yodas_waiter Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 1/29/08 11:59am Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - UPDATED 1-23-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Yes! They're back! It felt good reading about their adventure's again and I can happily say that your absence has not affected your writing. It's still as clever, funny and heart-warming as usual! Can't wait to see what else you've got Onoto! -----signature----- Padawan to Sionnach-Airgid Author of Chyler databank entry Nominated Best New Author in Before the Saga 06/07 The Enforcer (SW Super-hero tribute): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28028864/p1/?2
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Onoto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/29/08 5:33pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - UPDATED 1-23-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	yodas_waiter: Thank you for your praise and support. Here's that story I mentioned before, about Levitt's first mission as a member of a marine platoon. Enjoy! ** Lieutenant Levitt and the Red Dagger - The Eighth Levitt & Dallada Story “All right, guys,” Commander Baubil said to the five marines also at the table, “we’ve got the call on the next one.” “Good,” Sergeant Daskel, Toon C’s commander grunted. “We haven’t fried any Rebels for two months now.” “Well, we’ll get our chance. Our company commander feels that our new lieutenant-” Baubil gestured to the young man seated at his right, “-is ready for his first real mission.” “What are the specs?” Lieutenant Levitt asked. Baubil tapped a datapad and a hologram was projected over the table. It showed a sleek Rebel cruiser and rotated so that Levitt and the toon leaders could examine it. “Our ship will be part of an attack group ambushing the Rebels in the Brak Sector. Our assignment will be to board this vessel, the Red Dagger, and eliminate the crew. It’s the first ship we’ve had a shot at that’s been equipped with the new targeting systems, and High Command wants to study it.” “How will we be going in?” Toon B’s Gala asked. “Toons A and D will access the ship through this hatch,” Baubil replied. He tapped a key and the area was highlighted on the hologram. “Toon C will burn through the hull in this sector, about 200 meters from where A and D entered. B will enter through a hatch on the dorsal side. They’ll then be in a position to bridge the gap between the other units.” The hologram flashed to indicate the areas. “Where will you and the lieutenant be, Commander?” Daskel asked. “I’ll be with A and D, as those squads are spearheading the attack. Levitt is going with you, Daskel. Your toon will be entering the corridor that controls access to some of the most important ship systems, so it’s important that you guys succeed.” “Understood.” Daskel was used to getting the most important assignments; he wouldn’t have it any other way. The experienced soldier looked at the young officer who’d be running with him, and he hoped that Levitt felt the same way. “You all set?” Commander Baubil asked. The two officers were in their quarters, and had just gone over the battle plans again. “Yes, sir,” Lieutenant Levitt replied. “I’ve briefed the toon leaders, so there’s nothing more to worry about.” “That’s not what I meant.” Baubil poured the young lieutenant a cup of caf. “I know,” he said softly. Levitt took a sip. “You want to know if I am something to worry about.” Baubil smiled gently. “Yes, I want to know that.” “Well, I’d like to tell you that I’m ready,” Levitt said. “I’d like to guarantee you that.” “If you told me that,” Baubil said, pausing to take a large gulp, “my mind would be no more at ease. The truth is that no man can be sure who he’ll be under fire.” Levitt did not respond immediately. When he did speak, he looked the commander directly in the eye. “I cannot guarantee you that I’ll be the perfect soldier, but I can guarantee you that I will try to be.” Baubil leaned back in his chair. “Rely on your men, but remember that you’re in control. That’s the mistake most young guys make. They lean on their sergeants too heavily, and then the lack of control scares them even more. Don’t be like that.” “Yes, sir.” “I did that my first time in battle. Took me a long time to realize that officers are supposed to lead, not be saluted.” Baubil paused as his thoughts traveled. “I think you’ll do well, Kerk.” “Thank you, sir.” “Let’s go, Sergeant,” Levitt said, toggling his comm unit. “We’re hooked into the ship, and the commander wants us in.” “You got it, Lieutenant.” Sergeant Daskel turned to the other nine marines in the small breaching pod. “All right, people! Charge ‘em up!” The marines activated their weapons and stood up. Daskel fingered his rocket launcher as the rest of Toon C readied itself. When they were in position, the sergeant swung the launcher back over his shoulder and turned to Levitt. “On your command, Lieutenant.” Levitt flipped the switch on his own blaster rifle. He picked up his headgear, but he hesitated a moment before bringing the white helmet down around his ears. He’d led these men in simulations. He could do it real life. Levitt put the helmet on. “Open her up.” The point man, Corporal Tunney, pressed the button next to the door at the front of the pod. Three seconds later, it slid open. Tunney immediately rolled in, and Private Fallson followed him a moment later. The rest of the squad poured in when they were given the all clear. All of them assumed battle stances, taking cover behind the ship’s structural support pillars. “This passage is clear, both ways,” Tunney said, his voice crackling through his helmet. “No Rebs in sight.” “By the book,” Levitt commanded. The marines were in a long and narrow service hallway running along the edge of the ship, near Engineering. If they gained control over that section, they would be able to access the ship’s security, life support, navigation, and virtually all other systems. Their breaching pod had been sent out at the last possible moment, so the Rebels wouldn’t have had more than three minutes to notice the pod and reinforce the area. Commander Baubil hoped that the lateness of the maneuver and the more frontal attack the other marines were making would lead to a clear path for Levitt’s men. The marines fanned out, and started leapfrogging along the walls. One soldier would take cover and signal the man behind him to move ahead. That soldier would then take cover at a more advanced position and the process would repeat itself. Daskel positioned himself near the front, and Levitt took his place a few paces behind him. The marines in the back kept a close watch on the other end of the corridor, wary of any Rebel trickery. Corporal Tunney stopped at an access panel about fifty meters from the starting position. They knew that their target wasn’t far beyond that door, with only a small supply room separating the marines from Engineering. The corporal unhooked a scanner from his belt and held it up to the door. “I’m not picking up any heat signatures, though the materials stored in there could be covering them.” Tunney put the scanner back on his belt. “Orders?” The lieutenant paused a moment to consider it. It was a decision he’d known he’d have to make as soon as the plan had been disclosed to him. It wasn’t a hard one, but it was his first. He nodded to Daskel. The sergeant’s voice sounded. “Advance.” The panel slid open easily. Corporal Tunney immediately entered, ducking behind a crate that was stacked up near the door. He looked around, but didn’t see anyone. “We’re clear.” Levitt breathed a small sigh of relief. “Advance,” Daskel ordered. The rest of the marines made their way into the store room, with the rear guard hanging back a moment to make sure they weren’t being shepherded into a slaughter pen. Corporal Tunney made his move towards the door to Engineering, and repeated the procedure that he’d gone through a moment before at the supply room’s access panel. He turned to Daskel and Levitt. “There’s life in there,” Tunney said curtly. “Of course there is,” Daskel answered. “It’s the fripping heart of the warship.” He turned to Levitt. “On your command, Lieutenant.” “Get ready,” Levitt said. “Just like we went over it.” “Yes, sir.” Daskel motioned to the men, who gathered around the door. Four of them lugged two crates over and put them at the very front. “You all set, Lieutenant?” Levitt filled his lungs for a long moment, and exhaled slowly. The sound rippled over his helmet’s speaker system. “Lieutenant?” Daskel asked, and Levitt could hear the doubt in his voice. Something went cold in Levitt’s stomach, and he felt his heart stiffen. He knew that it was his resolve hardening. His voice rang out authoritatively. “Let’s go.” The door opened up and the four marines threw the crates a few meters inside the door. Tunney rolled inside as the first blaster bolt raced past his head. Several other marines immediately entered, taking covering behind the crates. Daskel was one of them. So was Levitt. He’d taken a glance around the room as he’d entered and had noted several details. Marines were trained to make quick observations, and Levitt had managed to get a count of the Rebels – there were seven, four of whom looked like technicians, not soldiers. He knew from the mission briefing that the room was square, twenty meters by twenty meters, and there were several terminals protruding from the walls, in addition to various access panels that led to the actual wiring. Other than the crates, there was no natural cover to speak of, though the Rebels had, like the marines, strewn a few boxes, crates, and chairs around the room during the few minutes of warning they’d had. There was a door on the other wall, and Levitt hoped that it would remain closed. The marines began exchanging fire with the Rebels. Levitt had the men slide more crates out of the supply room, and Daskel shoved them into more advanced positions. Before long, five Rebels were lying on the ground, dead as the floor beneath them. The last two started to creep towards the door, hoping to leave Engineering with their lives. Daskel squeezed the trigger on his rifle, and ensured that one of them wouldn’t. Seeing that he was alone and faced with at least a squad of Imperials, the last remaining Rebel turned and ran for the door at his back. In an instant, Lieutenant Levitt stood up, brought his gun to his shoulder, and fired for the first time. PESHEW! The Rebel joined his comrades in death. Levitt did not even blink. Instead he turned to one of his marines. “Corporal Tunney, take two men, go through that door, and secure this room. I want the next people to set foot in here to be wearing our uniforms.” Tunney and two privates exited Engineering and set up a turret outside. Levitt turned to face Daskel, and his voice was as hard as the block of ice nestled in his chest. “Yes, Sergeant. I’m all set.” He could almost hear Daskel’s smile. “Very good, sir.” The lieutenant nodded to his sergeant, accepting the veteran’s praise. His voice lost none of its intensity. “Get your men busy with these terminals. I’ll contact the commander.” ** The entire platoon was gathered in the barracks, a large, square room with bunk beds and lockers on every wall and a few tables in the clearing in the center. Sergeant Jerelik, Toon A’s resourceful squad leader, passed a box of Whyren’s Reserve around the room, and each marine took one of the miniature bottles as the case came to him. No one ever asked where the sergeant came by such expensive whiskey. Fewer complained. Commander Baubil and Lieutenant Levitt were the last to receive their bottles, as they were sitting on Jer’s left, and he had originally handed the box to the man on his right. When Baubil popped the top off his drink, he stood up and walked a few paces to the center of the room. No one had said anything yet, not since the platoon had gathered together. “Men,” the commander began, “we drink to the marines who set out with us last night, but did not return with us this morning. They are both in the Netherworld now, and I bet they’re giving those Rebs we fried today all kinds of Hell.” He paused for a moment to allow the marines a small chuckle, and then lifted his bottle. “To Ney Moar and Gawn Deeds.” “Ney and Gawn!” the men replied. They each took a swallow of whiskey. Baubil maintained his position in the center of the room. “I have persuaded the kitchens to provide us with food, even if isn’t strictly mealtime aboard our fine vessel, and Captain Quaince has decided that the HoloVid closet is at our disposal. Dirty movies included.” The commander smiled at his platoon. “Good work, men.” There was a roar of approval, and then the festivities began. ** “You all right, Kerk?” Baubil asked that night. The two officers were alone in the quarters they shared, across the hall from their platoon. “You didn’t say much today.” Levitt shrugged. “Too busy ogling the women in some of those vids, I guess. My mother would have been petrified.” The commander chuckled. “You did well. Those Rebs were threatening to shoot the Claw point-blank, but they weren’t able to when your guys took control of their weapons.” “Thank you, Commander.” “Daskel mentioned that you only fired once, but that your aim was dead-on.” Baubil crossed the room and sat down on the edge of his bunk. His eyes probed those of his first officer. “First kill?” Levitt let out a deep sigh, and nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “Not much I can tell you, Kerk,” Baubil said gently, “except that you did your job.” “Sure,” Levitt said, but his whole body showed his dejection. “I’m serious, Kerk. You were doing your job, and that Reb was doing his. You just remember that.” Baubil patted the lieutenant on the knee. “Get some rest.” Levitt swung his legs onto his bed and rolled over to go to sleep. It took him a very long time. The End ** Our usual lieutenant will make his return next update, so hang in there Dallada-lovers. 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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 1/29/08 6:03pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - Update #8 on 1-30-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Nice. Very well written. I could see Kerk being contemplative after his first kill. -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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Darth Muis Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 1/31/08 6:25am Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - Update #8 on 1-30-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Good stuff Onoto! Great to see you writing again and wonderful to see our favourite Imps in new adventures. Keep up the good work! -----signature----- Talon Intelligence Squadron http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com 'Wilson' or 'The Diary of an Astromech Droid' http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29659538 "Once a Talon, always a Talon."
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Luton_Plunder Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 2/3/08 3:41am Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - Update #8 on 1-30-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	This was a great 'origins' story, Onoto - it was really engagingly written too! Very tense. I very much enjoy the detail you put into these stories. I don't know whether it all comes intuitively, from experience or research, but you always manage to convince me you know exactly what you are talking about. Right down to small details like referring to platoons as 'toons, and the most common rookie mistakes of young Imperial lieutenants. It makes the entire storytelling very rich, and makes the character journeys stand out. Levitt handled himself pretty well, I have to say even if it did come at the cost of his conscience. Looking forward to update #9 -----signature----- The Essential Guide to OCs. Say No to Mary. http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25562370/p1
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Onoto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 2/11/08 2:53pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - Update #8 on 1-30-08 - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Laine_Snowtrekker: I completely agree with you; he's not a monster, which is his defining characteristic, I'd say. Thanks for dropping by! Muis: Thanks, buddy. The guys were itching to get back into a fic, and I'm too much of a softie to hold them back. Futon: I do a fair amount of research (I love both wookieepedia and wikipedia), but a lot of the things that I use are my own creations, usually to fill in gaps. Other times I'll borrow elements from various boks I've read: for example, I use the term 'toons' in reference to Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game. I enjoy creating my own little sections of the Star Wars universe, and I'm glad that it adds to your enjoyment of my stories! Here's the new update! A humorous piece that will reveal a few more facts about our guys in grey. Enjoy! ** Relative Drama - The Ninth Levitt & Dallada Story “Open for another boring day on the dustiest rock in the universe,” Lieutenant Dallada declared, leaning back and propping his feet up on his desk. The Mos Eisley Imperial Recruiting Station never saw many visitors, and the paperwork left for them was far from entertaining. Commander Levitt tapped a pad to activate the HoloNet player. Nothing happened. Levitt tapped the pad again. The projector remained off. “Well, flack.” “Not today!” Dallada cried. “The Mid-Rim Invitational’s on today! I have fifty credits riding on Sloan Hurst!” “You put fifty credits on Hurst? He’s washed up.” Dallada raised an eyebrow at the commander. “That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard. He’s the best. He’s like a racing god.” “Then I’m an atheist," Levitt grumbled. "That guy couldn't win a race if his life depended on it.” “Captain Wale down at Command agrees with you. Said that a certain Imperial commander lost about three hundred betting on him a few years back.” The commander groaned. “Hurst bailed out on the forty-seventh lap. You'd hate him, too.” Dallada laughed. “Never! Money is of no importance.” “Stick it, Lieutenant.” Levitt clicked his comm unit to contact a repairman. He waited for a few minutes and then explained the nature of their emergency. Levitt nodded a few times and turned the comm unit off. “I hate it when the HoloNet goes out,” Commander Levitt said. He pounded the mechanical contraption. “The repairman won’t be over here for two days.” “Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?” Levitt shrugged. “We could try doing our jobs.” “That’ll only encourage them to place more in our bins.” Dallada rolled his eyes at his older friend. “And you think I’m off my orbit?” The commander looked at the lieutenant with a bemused expression. “Quite possibly.” Levitt opened a file and picked up a stylus. Dallada stared into the void above the HoloNet player. He spoke after a few moments. “We could play cards.” Levitt turned a suspicious eye on the young officer. “For money?” “Just a few credits.” “No thanks.” Levitt returned to his file. “You cheat.” Dallada put on a look of righteous indignation. “Me? Cheat? How could you say such a thing?” “How else can you explain it? I’ve never seen you walk away from a card game without being a wealthier man.” “I’m wounded, Levitt!” Dallada cried. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart dramatically. “O, the heart that beats within my bosom bleeds out the innocence that thine malice did taint! The crimson streak that stains the floor of mine only soul hast been spilt by the sin of he whose eyes avoid mine ceaselessly! Commander, thou wert mine only friend in a world from which Hell itself would flee! Why dost thou drive this treacherous dagger into an unnatural sheath? Why dost thou deprive of life that which is sacred in man, and man alone? Thou hast broken the spirit of one that thy once named as kin! The wound! It cuts too deep for mortal man to bear!” The lieutenant collapsed into a heap, and his speech ended with a mighty thud. Levitt clapped a few times, allowing the silence between each stroke of his hands to echo as strongly as the actual contact. “An excellent performance, Dallada. The Jeweled Throne is not the easiest play.” Dallada nodded as he stood up and dusted himself off. “Thank you. I changed Del-Tonte to Commander. Same number of syllables, so my rhythm wasn’t thrown off.” “That’s good,” the commander said. “I’m assuming you’ve played it before.” “Yeah,” Dallada replied, sitting down at his desk. “My mother sent me to the Coronet Fine Arts Academy when I was young.” “Really? You are a cultured one, aren’t you?” “Comes with the territory when your family is one of the richest on Corellia. Mother wanted me to live a full and circular-” “Well rounded.” “-circular life, prior to my engaging in serious work. Theater was my specialty. I’ve played everything that makes makeup worth putting on. Hirum Telley in Lost Among the Civilised. Rey Lotto in A Trip to the Court of a Foolish King. Tok in The Blanket Above Me.” “My youngest sister was Knack in that one,” Levitt said. “That was her first play at the Drake.” Dallada looked impressed. “She must be exceptional to get on stage at that place.” Levitt nodded. “Areya is better as an actress than I am as a marksman. You’ve seen me with a gun, so you know that’s about the highest praise I can give her.” The lieutenant held out a hand to stop the conversation. Levitt noticed that Dallada’s jaw was slack. “Lieutenant? You all right?” “Is your sister,” he asked slowly, “the Areya Levitt? The Hush Award winner?” “Well, one of them has a few of those. My other sister runs my family’s restaurant.” Levitt smiled. “A hell of a cook, that one. She uses too much sauce for my tastes, but Father did that too.” Dallada’s upper and lower lips were still parted. “Areya Levitt is one of the best actresses in the galaxy. She’s been involved in countless HoloVid productions. Core Entertainment has named her Female Performer of the Year four times. My mother’s last comm was about a play she saw that starred this wonderfully talented young lady who happened to share my commander’s last name now wasn’t that funny? Are you telling me that your sister is the Areya Levitt?” Levitt drank some of his caf before answering. “Would you like an autograph?” “Yes, Commander,” Dallada said, “I would like an autograph.” “Next time I send a message home, I’ll ask her to send something along.” “Thank you, Levitt.” “You want some caf?” Levitt asked. Dallada nodded, and the commander filled another cup of the stimulating beverage. He passed it to the lieutenant. “What were you saying about that school of yours?” “What sch – oh, right, the CFAA.” Dallada’s mind was still reassembling itself after the shock of learning about the commander’s connection to Areya Levitt, the Romelian Beauty. “Well, Mother always loved the arts, and she wanted me to be as skilled as I possibly could be. It worked: I’m a good actor and a hell of a quetarrist. One of the music teachers was an Iridonian, and he was so good that he could strum the ears off a gundark.” “Nanah is phenomenal on the KeyBed. I personally have no talent for any instruments.” Levitt took another swallow of caf. “Although I do sing better than my wife, and she’s not bad. That counts for something.” “I can’t sing at all, so I’m going to do as the wise passenger does and praise the captain of the ship.” Dallada clapped. “Marvelous, sir.” Levitt chuckled. The pair was silent for a short while, and then the commander asked the lieutenant a question. “Was the duel fun?” “The duel?” Dallada did not understand. It was usually the lieutenant that asked unexplained questions that vaguely tied into previous conversations; answering such a beast was a new experience. “In The Jeweled Throne,” Levitt said. “That monologue you used after I told you that you cheated at cards was Delian’s, and Delian played a major role in the battle in the third act, dueling the Chief of the Guard. I want to know if that was fun.” Dallada nodded. “Yeah, it was. Other than that Fencing Club meeting the other night, that’s the only time I’ve ever really used a sword.” “Speaking of the Fencing Club,” Levitt said, “how was dinner with Oleva last night?” “It was nice. This guy I know at the spaceport owed me a favor, so I managed to get some top-notch tarmak, straight off the transport from Adder.” Dallada always seemed to know just the right guy for the occasion. “Tonight she’s invited me over to see a new HoloVid she picked up the other day. Turning Left Into Right, I think.” “I know the one,” Levitt said, smiling mischievously. “Areya enjoyed making it.” The End ** Not terribly long, but it was terribly fun to write. Much thanks to BigE for the use of his marvelous character, Sloan Hurst. I've got big plans for the Tenth Update. It might even coincide with this thread's 1-year anniversary (though I won't swear to it). I'll bring the soda. Futon, if you could bring the bean dip... If you'd like to receive a PM whenever there is a new story posted, just let me know, and I'll add you to the regular list. If you would like to be stop receiving updates for any reason, just drop me a line. 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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 2/11/08 3:15pm Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #10 Relative Drama - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Great post, especially Levitt's last line. Funny! Oh, and how you refer back to the Fencing Club story, neat. Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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Darth Muis Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 2/24/08 11:28am Subject: RE: The Levitt & Dallada Stories - #10 Relative Drama - (OCs, Multi-Genre, Imperials)
	Sorry for not posting earlier. Busy, busy, busy. Anyway, great update Onoto! Nice reference to BigE's character! Just a nice little fic about two guys talking. Nothing shocking, just some great conversation. Great stuff! -----signature----- Talon Intelligence Squadron http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com 'Wilson' or 'The Diary of an Astromech Droid' http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29659538 "Once a Talon, always a Talon."
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