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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 4/25/07 8:09pm Subject: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), completed 10/12!!! - Date Edited: 10/12/08 7:54pm (26 edits total) Edited By: Rassick
	And so begins another new adventure. As usual, expect plenty of references not only to SW, but other classic movies. If you're new to my fanfics, welcome. Unfortunately, if you're only just now joining us, this story probably won't make a lick of sense unless you read More Machine Than Man first! This story jumps right into the action, but there's plenty of character moments, references, inside jokes and general information that you might miss out on otherwise. I'm reminded a lot of Matthew Stover's excellent Traitor by this story, but due to the darkness of the material and the anguish experienced by the characters, the similarities are mostly coincidental. The similarities to ROTJ, of course, are very intentional. This is but the first post of many. As always, let me know what you guys think. Title: The Long Way Home Author(s): Rassick Timeframe: ROTJ/1 year after More Machine Than Man Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Padme, Luke, Leia, Han, et al Genre: AU, drama, angst, action/adventure, PT+OT, character study Keywords: One year has passed since Leia's tragic fall to the dark side and the Sith's acquisition of the carbon-frozen Anakin. Amidst the chaos of a full-fledged Galactic Civil War between Shyft's Ascendancy and Darth Pejorus's Alliance, Obi-Wan and company mount a last-ditch rescue mission to retrieve Anakin. But the will of the Force has other ideas... I don't own Star Wars or any of its characters, but I'd sure love to fly an X-wing on a daily basis. Dramatis Personae Darth Pejorus/Luke Skywalker; Sith Lord (human male) Darth Venera/Leia Skywalker; Sith Lord (human female) Anakin Skywalker; Jedi Master (human male) Obi-Wan Kenobi; Jedi Master (human male) Padme Amidala Skywalker; former Queen, former Senator (human female) Shyft; Galactic Potentate, possible follower of Potentium (unknown alien male) PART I: JEDI DREAM 1 Fifty kilometers from stem to stern, the Malignant was a predator the likes of which the galaxy had never seen. She carried thousands of gun batteries, a crew numbering in the millions, and a large enough vehicular complement to run a war on a galactic scale. Indeed, she had been doing so ever since her secret christening, and in the last six months had fought in thirteen major engagements against the Galactic Ascendancy—all successful. All things considered, her operational history was above reproach. Most amazing of all was the fact that the Malignant was still under construction. Certain key components, such as her superlaser and hyperdrive, were not yet operational. Her massive stores were not yet sated, either; raiding parties were sent out daily to satisfy the vessel’s indescribably mammoth consumables and fuel requirements. But despite her undeniably awesome capabilities, within the gargantuan vessel things were less than ideal. Admiral Kendall Ozzel was having yet another bad day. Lady Venera was coming in for another ‘surprise inspection’ of the Malignant. She had been there so many times already, and was always unsatisfied with Ozzel’s leadership. She had no reason to feel that way, of course, but then, Sith would be Sith. Ever the perfectionists. Still, Ozzel had plenty to be happy about. His recent promotion to the rank of admiral was one that pleased him greatly, and being placed in charge of the Malignant’s construction was as supreme an honor as he could possibly have been given. The Malignant was another impossibly vast warship of the same design as the Corruptor, the previous vessel of which Ozzel had captaincy. Yet there was little time for sentiment—after all, there was a war to be fought. And won. Much had changed in the last year. The legendary Lord Pejorus had permanently broken his ties with Potentate Shyft’s Galactic Ascendancy, taking the loyal portion of the military with him and forming the Alliance to Secure the Empire, known colloquially and somewhat derisively as the Rebel Alliance. Among these “Rebels,” Ozzel would prove himself their greatest officer, no matter the cost. He had no problem lying, cheating and stealing to get what he wanted. He made sure everyone knew it, too. He tried convincing himself that he had purged himself of his cowardice, but felt that familiar lump in his throat as the troops snapped to attention and the Lambda-class shuttle’s boarding ramp lowered with a steaming whoosh. Darth Venera, Lord of the Sith, strode down the ramp and into the hangar bay with poise, purpose and anger. She wore her traditional outfit, a sleek black catsuit with knee-high boots and polished, jet-black form-fitting body armor. Her chocolate-brown hair was pulled tightly back and flecked with gray; her skin was unblemished but very pale, and her eyes were brown with a hint of yellow but devoid of vibrance. Overall her build was pleasing to the male eye—thin, leggy and oozing sensuality—but even the briefest glance could gauge how deadly she really was. Her features were austere, her countenance grim and her muscles tightly coiled, always ready to pounce. She had the look of a lioness, a creature that was beautiful and usually relaxed, but was killingly fast. “Lady Venera,” Ozzel said as he kneeled before her, “this is an unexpected pleasure. We’re honored by your presence.” “You may dispense with the pleasantries, Admiral,” Venera said haughtily as she signaled for him to rise and walk beside her. “This ship needs to get to Byss, and soon. I’m here to put you back on schedule.” Ozzel worked hard to mask his disdain at her comment. He hoped Sith Lords couldn’t read people’s minds. “I assure you, Lady Venera, my men are working as fast as they can.” “Then perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them.” At his side, Ozzel made a fist. How dare she come in here, into his ship, into his hangar bay, and tell him how to conduct his own operation? “I tell you, this starship will be operational as planned.” “Lord Pejorus does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation.” Ozzel picked up his step, struggling to match her pace. He was already short of breath. “But he asks the impossible. All that I have, and it still isn’t enough. I need more men.” Venera stopped and faced him. “Then perhaps you can tell him when he arrives.” Gulp. The lump in Ozzel’s throat felt like it was going to explode. “Lord Pejorus is coming here?” “That is correct, Admiral. And he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.” “We shall double our efforts,” Ozzel said through a fake grin. “I hope so, Admiral, for your sake. My brother is not as forgiving as I am.” Venera turned away, and with her went the last of Ozzel’s hope and optimism. The Admiral’s bad day had just gotten worse. * * * * * Anakin Skywalker hangs in the cold, thinking. He feels as if he’s been moving forever. His aches, his pains, both physical and emotional, wrack him to his very core. He wants nothing more than to run away from it all, leaving his anguish behind. But he can’t run. A terrible punishment. All his life he ran, from complacency, from fear, from responsibility, and from himself. And as long and hard as he ran, he never escaped that which he sought to evade. Now, more than ever before, his tormentors were catching up to him. He wants to run from them. Needs to run from them. Has no choice but to run. But he can’t run. He has no eyes, yet he must see that which he was blind to in his life. He has no ears, yet he must hear the truth whose beauty he never heeded. He has no mouth, yet he must scream so others can know his pain. He has no legs, yet he must run. But he can’t run. Stuck in this carbonite prison—it was cold, kept him so cold—he could do nothing but remember the past, and remember it with regret. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized how similar this carbonite prison was to the prisons of fear and doubt and denial he had erected around himself in his life...the prisons his children had now erected around themselves. Did he deserve this? Did they? The Force was dead to him in this place. Life created the Force, and his state could hardly be considered living. He was disciplined, and he knew a variety of Jedi meditative techniques, but they were of such little use to him here. He thought he understood the meaning of pain—physical, as he felt when he was maimed by Count Dooku and scarred in conflicts beyond count—and emotional, as he felt when his beloved wife was endangered and during the many occasions in which his children were stolen from him. But they were nothing compared to this. Less than nothing. He hurt, every pore and nerve ending attacked by cold so deep that it burned. He had long since given up on the idea of being thawed and released, but he prayed for the mercy of some passersby, for someone to come and tinker with the carbonite controls on a whim and raise his temperature by just one or two degrees. Oh, it would be so nice... Anakin tried forcing himself back to reality, until he asked himself just what reality is. Had his prior life even existed? Had he always been a block of carbonite art, cursed with sentience and the false memories of an earlier life? It was worth it. This imprisonment humbled him like nothing he’d ever dealt with before, and revealed to him just how damned problematic his arrogance could be. But he’d stay here if he had to. To provide a better life for his family and for his children, he’d stay frozen for an eternity. Glumly, he realized he probably wouldn’t have much say in the matter. What had become of Luke and Leia? Had they truly become as deluded as Anakin painfully remembered? Did they really intend to selfishly destroy the entire galaxy in pursuit of glory and conquest? How could he have possibly raised those people? He was so much like his children, and they so much like him. He looked at them as a self-portrait of sorts, though hardly a welcoming one. He remembered what Obi-Wan once told him: if we ever met ourselves, we would be terrified to learn what everyone else already knows about us. Anakin thought on that with bitterness. He was a monster, he told himself. And his children were monsters. Who was at fault? Had he led them down that path? And how would it end? In darkness and suffering? The last great freedom, Obi-Wan had told him, was that no matter what your situation or your circumstances—no matter how dire—only you could choose how to feel. And even that was stripped from him. Cold and pain were thrust upon him, in amounts too great to ignore. He hated his prison for making him feel this way. Yet, his own spectacularly inglorious shortcomings were what brought him here in the first place, and what pushed his poor children into the emptiness of the dark side. It was all his fault, and there was nothing he could do about it. He wished he were dead. He wished he’d never been born. Being trapped in his carbonite prison was the next best thing. -----signature----- More Machine Than Man: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24555048&brd=10476 The Long Way Home: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26621076/p1/?3 "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
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Juliet316 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/25/07 10:49pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Hmm.... If Leia already has grey in her hair, then the Dark side is already taking it's toll on her. Very sad start. Hmm... Chewbacca and the pilot of the Millenium Falcon are missing from the Dramatis Personae.... You didn't do anything to them in the timeframe between this story and the last did you? More? -----signature----- Juliet RIP Eddie Guerrero Tangible Dreams: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/21029022/?10 The Heart of Betrayal: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/23822708/p1/?17
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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 4/26/07 4:43am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Don't worry, they're still around. -----signature----- More Machine Than Man: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24555048&brd=10476 The Long Way Home: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26621076/p1/?3 "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
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Jazz_Skywalker Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/26/07 6:09am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Wheee! The sequel is here! Lovely beginning, by the way. Poor Anakin, to be stuck in the cold, unable to do anything. I hope they're able to get him out soon. -----signature----- currently working on NaNo 2007 (won) 11/24: 50,000+!
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 4/26/07 9:13am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Yay, new story! First off - Rebel Alliance? I love that twist, and I can't wait to see what other things you've worked in. The bit with Frozen Anakin was chilling (no pun intended - mostly), and it's sad he believes he deserves an even worse fate. Very Stover-esque. She had the look of a lioness, a creature that was beautiful and usually relaxed, but was killingly fast. Great line - I can definitely see Leia turning into that. Stellar first post! I'm sure this is going to be as much of a ride as the previous stories. -----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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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/26/07 6:24pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Interesting -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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KELIA Title: The Pretty In Pink Fan Fic Manager Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/27/07 6:53am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man) - Date Edited: 4/27/07 6:56am (1 edits total) Edited By: KELIA
	Very nice beginning I hope for Admiral Ozzel's sake he loses his arrogance regarding his ship and his hangar bay . My heart just breaks for Anakin. I hope someone - anyone - will release him from his prision. Please keep me on the PM list Looking forward to more -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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rumsmuggler Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 4/27/07 8:26am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Nice start to a new story. -----signature----- " Conan, what's best in life?" " Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentations of the women." W.W.L.D. What Would Lando Do "Why is the rum always gone?" Retcons = making the dumb stuff look even dumber.
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MoAngel Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/28/07 11:36pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	YeHay!! It's here! Good start, but my poor Ani. Mo -----signature----- 'It's just like the Sith Lords, man, there's always only two of them' 'Did you just Star Wars us'? Booth on Fox's Bones
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/30/07 5:32am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	Ozzel worked hard to mask his disdain at her comment. He hoped Sith Lords couldn’t read people’s minds. “I assure you, Lady Venera, my men are working as fast as they can.” “Then perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them.” At his side, Ozzel made a fist. How dare she come in here, into his ship, into his hangar bay, and tell him how to conduct his own operation? “I tell you, this starship will be operational as planned.” “Lord Pejorus does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation.” Ozzel picked up his step, struggling to match her pace. He was already short of breath. “But he asks the impossible. All that I have, and it still isn’t enough. I need more men.” Venera stopped and faced him. “Then perhaps you can tell him when he arrives.” Gulp. The lump in Ozzel’s throat felt like it was going to explode. “Lord Pejorus is coming here?” “That is correct, Admiral. And he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.” “We shall double our efforts,” Ozzel said through a fake grin. “I hope so, Admiral, for your sake. My brother is not as forgiving as I am.” Venera turned away, and with her went the last of Ozzel’s hope and optimism. The Admiral’s bad day had just gotten worse. And things are off to a rollicking start! I can't wait! -----signature----- Someone who loves me carries an M16. My baby boy wears combat boots.
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Kivas Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/30/07 7:58am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man)
	So it begins... well done -----signature----- Spectres they may be, Your spectres they are Hurt you they can.
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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 4/30/07 7:11pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man), updated 4/30
	JadeSolo posted: The bit with Frozen Anakin was chilling (no pun intended - mostly), and it's sad he believes he deserves an even worse fate. Very Stover-esque. That is the greatest compliment you could possibly have given me. I'm always striving to emulate his introspective and challenging style while adding some of my own unique flair. Thank you so, so much! And thanks to all for reading and replying. Here's the next installment...keep your eyes peeled for a little movie reference at the very end. Enjoy. Uppies! 2 Positioning is important. Many a battle can be won or lost simply by how you position yourself. Not just in terms of geography—although having an elevated position and a clear line of sight is always desirable. No, what matters is how you position yourself around your enemies from a mental and emotional standpoint. As the saying goes, keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer. Positioning is important. Shyft knows this. He knows how important it is to lull your enemies into a false sense of security. He knows how important it is to feign weakness. He knows how important it is to wait for the opportune moment to deliver that final, fatal strike. He knows that you must choose the location of your attack, and your enemy will choose the time when it takes place. He knows that the element of surprise is of paramount importance. After all, the strike can’t just be quick and efficient. It must be a savory, delicious experience, a sumptuous meal, a wondrous dalliance, an undertaking that can provide the greatest of pleasures. There is the kill, but then there is the intimate kill, to destroy your enemy so secretly yet so publicly and so utterly and so completely as to experience life to the fullest. To truly feel something...to feel anything at all. To experience control. To experience power. For once you have tasted power you will walk the galaxy with your eyes turned outward, for there you have truly felt and there you will long to return. Shyft doesn’t know how to feel. He never did. He never could. He wasn’t bred for it. He wasn’t born for it. He wasn’t made for it. His very existence is an anomaly, an error, a genetic and biological and scientific impossibility. It was a mistake in the Force that allowed him to be born with a higher midi-chlorian count than was thought to be medically possible. But even he was not without limits. Over time he learned to be wary of his shortcomings, and learned the importance of humility—and became increasingly annoyed by his enemies and their arrogant squalor. Men, women and creatures all with unjustifiable egos so insurmountable that they simply must not be allowed to live. He was a black hole within the Force, a roiling maelstrom of ubiquitous destruction. His power, if unchecked, could destroy anything that was set against it, friend or foe. Yet he was careful to keep his power under control, lest it swallow itself. Its time would soon come. The opportunity to strike hadn’t presented itself yet. Shyft wasn’t where he needed to be. Wasn’t in the proper position. So he watches. And waits. Positioning is important. * * * * * “Still no word from the Potentate, Chewie,” a haggard Han Solo said. “As if that comes as a surprise at this point.” The powerfully built, brown-furred Wookiee called Chewbacca growled a semi-interested little reply. Chewbacca’s bandolier was askew and his fur greasy and disheveled from having spent far too much time within the dirty confines of the Millennium Falcon’s engine room. “You’re right,” Han said dryly. “We’d better replace the negative power coupling. Anyway, do what you can in here to get the hyperdrive up and running again. Keep an open channel in case the Potentate tries getting us on the horn. I guess I’ll go wake up Her Royal Highness and tell her the wait will be a little bit longer.” The handsome Corellian called Han sauntered through the corridors of his beloved freighter. He had long called himself the Falcon’s captain and considered the ship his home, now more than ever thanks to the growing Rebel threat and the need to constantly be on the move. After a brief military stint he’d found work as Potentate Shyft’s personal pilot, but as of late Shyft had been taking matters into his own hands and insisting on going places alone. So Han found a second line of work that suited him perfectly: smuggling. On a regular basis he and Chewie used the Falcon to bring foodstuffs and medical supplies to the countless refugees made homeless by the Rebellion’s unceasing orbital bombardments and raids. But those blue-milk runs were getting monotonous. The Falcon, despite her constant need for repairs, was a ship built for speed, action and finesse; her pilot and copilot, meanwhile, tended to be discontent when not faced with a challenge, as they were among the most talented pilots in the galaxy. And, as far as Han was concerned, they were among the best-looking. With his quick reflexes, toned muscles, thick head of hair, chiseled features, kind eyes and distinctive scarred chin, he was a dashing, wily scoundrel that was deadly to his enemies and irresistible to all women. All women, that is, but one. Her Highness. He disliked having Padme Amidala Skywalker as a guest onboard the Falcon, but the matter was out of his hands at this point. She wasn’t a bad person by any means; he considered her downright respectable. She sure wasn’t too bad-looking, either. But she was so damned high-maintenance. Always moody and brooding and worried about what her children-turned-Sith were doing. Worried about how her frozen-popsicle husband was holding up. Worried about this rescue mission that had long since gone awry thanks to a damaged hyperdrive, an incommunicado Potentate and a bevy of sketchily-gathered intelligence that was anything but actionable. It was perfectly understandable for Padme’s demeanor to have been so morose lately, but Han was getting sick and tired of it. More than that, she acted downright overbearing around him. She almost treated him as if he were some sort of unwanted son-in-law. Han didn’t want to be hated, but he didn’t want to be adored by all, either. He’d seen his share of scrutiny under the public eye, and wasn’t too keen on the idea of repeating the experience. He’d settle for being ignored. “Let’s go, Your Worship,” Han said sarcastically as he shook the sleeping Padme into consciousness. “Time to get up and get some work done for a change.” “Hmm...” she moaned, still groggy. “Captain Solo? What is it?” “Time to get up,” he repeated. “Still no word from the Potentate. So you know, we’ve still got a lot of work to do on the hyperdrive before we can be on the move again. Probably the better part of a day.” Her beautiful face was somewhat tainted by worry lines, fatigue and annoyance. “Then why did you wake me up? Did you need my help with something?” Han shook his head. “Not at all, Your Worship. I just didn’t want you lying around all day doing nothing. Sleeping as often as you do is a sign of depression, sister. I know what you’re going through, but you can’t just lay in bed all day feeling sorry for yourself. Get up and do something. Play a round of dejarik with the droids. Better yet, cook a nice meal in the galley for Chewie and me. I don’t care.” Padme scoffed. “Captain Solo, what makes you think you can talk to me like that?” “My ship, my rules,” Han spat as he stood and headed back out through the bulkhead. “Get busy living, or get busy dying. See you later, Your Worship.” -----signature----- More Machine Than Man: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24555048&brd=10476 The Long Way Home: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26621076/p1/?3 "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/30/07 8:00pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man), updated 4/30
	Great update! -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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Jazz_Skywalker Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/30/07 8:17pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man), updated 4/30
	Nice, Han. I'm sure when Anakin comes out of it, he'll kill him. Haha, though, that's probably what she needs to stay sane, though. Great update! jazz -----signature----- currently working on NaNo 2007 (won) 11/24: 50,000+!
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 5/1/07 9:04am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man), updated 4/30
	If I start quoting, I'll end up pasting the whole post in here. I loved the huge difference in moods between the two scenes. The first is slow, meditative, and flip-flops between "Shyft is a good guy" and "Shyft takes an eery delight in slow killing his enemies." Then everything switches to a faster, funnier, and more down-and-dirty setting. If I had to pick my favorite half, I'd have a hard time choosing. In short, superb chapter. Nice little nod to Shawshank Redemption. And, as far as Han was concerned, they were among the best-looking. With his quick reflexes, toned muscles, thick head of hair, chiseled features, kind eyes and distinctive scarred chin, he was a dashing, wily scoundrel that was deadly to his enemies and irresistible to all women. I agree! -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/1/07 2:34pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, sequel to More Machine Than Man), updated 4/30
	I'm w