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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 5/30/07 10:49am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 5/29
	I'm glad to see Anakin fully functional again and plotting a rather bold plan. I can only hope he is able to do what he must against his own children. It'll be good to see Obi-Wan and Anakin teaming up again. Great update -----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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Kivas Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/31/07 7:47am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 5/29
	well done, keep it coming.. and quickly.. -----signature----- Spectres they may be, Your spectres they are Hurt you they can.
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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 6/3/07 12:53pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/3
	Thanks to everyone for reading and replying after so many stories. Next installment! 9 Admiral Kendall Ozzel had kept himself in a state of high alert since long before intercepting Duncan Shedd’s distress signal. Ever since delivering the carbonite block to Lannik Racto on Coruscant, Ozzel infuriated his pilots, attendants and bodyguards by ordering his Lambda-class shuttle to hop all over the galaxy, making stops randomly and never allowing them to stay in any one place for more than a few minutes at a time. By this point the Sith had no doubt learned of his treachery, and would already have their sinister agents in pursuit, ready to have him killed at a moment’s notice. He remembered all too well Lady Venera’s venomous speech about how easily he could be replaced. He knew it was a lie, but he knew the Sith and their henchmen believed it. Ozzel was, for lack of a better word, perfect. His genius was unparalleled, and he took pride in his appearance and the wear of his uniform as only the best of naval officers were able. Even though his scores on the physical fitness tests were probationary at best, he was confident that his body represented the apex of physical beauty and that he could easily overpower anyone who dared use their fists against him. His manliness, he felt, was supreme in every possible category, and while he had never been with a woman he was sure that his prowess as a lover was also unmatched. The Sith, obviously, were foolish to pursue him. Lightsabers? Raw, unbridled hatred? The dark side of the Force? Hmp. Ozzel had a blaster and the loyal members of his cabinet aboard the shuttle. While he had never actually been in a firefight, he was sure that he was quicker on the draw than anyone in the galaxy. Even with the almighty Force on their side, there was no way those wretched Sith could pose a threat to him before he blew them both away. He hadn’t eaten or slept in some time, but didn’t allow the thoughts of delirium or claustrophobia to enter his mind. To calm his nerves, he leaned into the navigator’s station and looked at the sensor readings. Surprised at how empty they were, he set them for maximum efficiency and cycled back through the time index. Ever since departing Coruscant, it appeared that no vessels offered pursuit of any kind. Baffled by that notion, Ozzel came to two different conclusions. The Sith were logistically unable to chase him; the Sith were merely unwilling to chase him. He considered the possibilities. If the Sith were unable to chase him, it meant that they were so busy working on the Malignant and getting to Byss that they simply didn’t have the men or ships to spare to go gallivanting around chasing Ozzel all over the galaxy to punish him--and that meant that without Ozzel’s flawless leadership, the Rebellion was already falling apart. If the Sith were unwilling to chase him, it could mean that they knew the damage had been done, since he had already delivered the carbonite block to Racto, or it could mean that they simply didn’t regard Ozzel as a threat. Refusing to believe such a vagary, he decided that the Sith felt he was too great a threat, and the Sith knew that anyone who was sent to intercept Ozzel--even the Sith themselves--would most certainly be killed. Content with that idea, Ozzel sat back and relaxed, then felt one of his favorite urges and took a datapad into the ‘fresher. He always got a lot of thinking done in there. A quarter of an hour later, Ozzel returned to the navigator’s station and double-checked the sensor readings: they were still alone in space. He loosed a little sigh of relief and turned his head aside to yawn-- And as he did, he glanced out the viewport and saw a battered starship not even five hundred meters in front of them! “What the hell?” Ozzel barked. “Report!” “He’s right in front of us!” the pilot cried. “Came out of nowhere! We‘re on a collision course!” The navigator looked at his instrument readings, perplexed. “Admiral, sensors say that the ship doesn’t exist. It isn’t really there!” Ozzel wanted to cry. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t ready to make these kinds of decisions! Who would be? “Full stop,” he finally said. “Shields!” The shuttle came to a complete halt almost within spitting distance of the supposedly nonexistent vessel. “Get the comm up,” Ozzel grimaced. “I want to know who the hell is out there.” “This is Duncan Shedd,” someone garbled over the comm system. “Sorry for the scare. I was outbound from Coruscant and hit a gravity surge. Life support’s almost down and my engines are fried. If you could just let me on--” “You don’t even have to ask,” Ozzel said, cutting him off. He turned to the pilot. “Docking procedures.” The navigator looked at Ozzel, clearing his throat. “Admiral, might I remind you that we have no sensor readings, and no idea who or what is on board that vessel--if it even exists?” Ozzel snarled. “I’m well aware of that, mister. And you’ll call me ‘sir,’ dammit. I believe I’ve earned it.” A quiet whumpf indicated the docking claw was in place, and moments later the airlock hissed open and expelled a dirty, disheveled man dressed in rags. “You must be Duncan Shedd,” Ozzel said as he helped him onto his feet. “That’s what they call me,” the grimy man replied. “Thanks for picking me up. I would’ve been a goner if I stayed out there much longer.” “Well, don’t go thanking me too soon. You might’ve been better off out in that wreck of yours. We’re on the run from the Rebel Alliance, you see.” When Shedd gave him a befuddled look, Ozzel explained, “I know I’m wearing the colors of an admiral in the Rebel Navy. My men and I, we’re what you might call deserters. We’re headed no place in particular, trying to keep the Sith Lords off our tail. You still want to stay on board?” Shedd lowered his jaw in what might have been a nod. “Absolutely.” “Sir,” the navigator butted in, “the docking claw has retracted.” Ozzel fondled a pustule on the back of his neck. “And would you mind telling me why the docking claw has retracted?” The navigator scanned his instrument readings. “Because it isn’t attached to anything. See for yourself.” Looking at the view furnished by the shuttle’s external cameras, Ozzel saw that, in fact, there was no ship attached to the shuttle, and no ship anywhere in the region. The damaged starship had simply disappeared. “What the hell happened to your ship, Duncan?” Ozzel demanded. Shedd gave a small frown and an even smaller shrug. “I guess I didn’t need it anymore.” Everyone on board shuddered and exchanged words of concern and worry, speculating just what the hell was happening. “That’s interesting,” Ozzel said after a long count. “In fact, that’s so interesting that I need to use the ‘fresher.” Ozzel returned to the ‘fresher, without a datapad this time, and as he washed his hands he could dimly hear something over the droning of the sonic sink. Something that sounded very much like screaming. In a huff he opened the door, and he couldn’t see; the lights had inexplicably been shut out. He stepped through the threshold and a dark shape swung past him. A moment later, it swung again. Removing a spot luma from his pocket, he saw that the swinging shape was the copilot hanging, dead, from the ceiling. He barely had the time to recoil in horror before bumping into something warm and moist. He turned, flashing his spot luma, its green glow highlighting the navigator--dead, too--his blood-soaked form somehow protruding from within the bulkhead, as though he were half inside it and half outside. His body was bent and contorted into an impossible position, his eyes hanging from stalks, his ears and tongue and fingertips sheared off as though by a lightsaber. Everywhere he went, he stepped on something squishy. Hearing a thump, Ozzel’s hand found his blaster and fired in the direction of the sound. The shot sparked uselessly against the far bulkhead, but briefly provided enough illumination to reveal that the entire floor was littered with the mutilated remains of everyone on board. “By the stars,” Ozzel whispered, amazed he could wrestle fear‘s hold over him enough to even speak. “What the blazes did this?” Mustering his courage, Ozzel made for the only part of the shuttle that still had any lighting: the pilot’s section. He stepped forward slowly, so slowly he could barely be considered moving, and finally saw a figure dressed in rags and ripping the skin off the pilot’s body and charring the muscle underneath with a blade of crimson energy. Ozzel felt that familiar lump in his throat like never before. “D-D-Duncan?” The figure in rags wheeled, but gone was the kind-looking human covered in dirt and grime. This was a creature, a hideous reptilian creature, a monster with leathery skin, asymmetrical lumps of bone emerging from its skull, black oil dripping from its fanged mouth, and eyes the color of death itself. But as terrible to look at as this beast was, it was a monstrosity that Ozzel had seen plenty of times before. “P-P-Potentate Shyft?” The killer bowed its head, letting a half-chewed bit of intestine fall from its mouth. “It is I.” “Y-You killed all my boys,” Ozzel said, still too frightened to give much bite to his accusation. “You’re the patriarch of the Ascendancy, my enemy. What are you doing here?” “Having a little bit of fun.” Shyft bit a chunk out of the pilot’s neck and tossed his beefy corpse aside as though it were weightless. “They didn't take pain very well, your crew. I apologize for the slaughter and the subterfuge, but it’s been far too long since I last unleashed myself. And I’m afraid I need your ship, as well as your rank and status, so I can get to the Malignant.” “W-W-Wait a minute,” stammered Ozzel. “We’re not going back there.” Neither man had moved, but somehow Ozzel was suddenly standing close enough to touch him. Shyft bared his fangs. “Oh, yes we are. We shall change course. At once.” -----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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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/3/07 2:07pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/3
	Ozzel was, for lack of a better word, perfect. And modest too I'm not surprised Shyft eventually caught up to him. Someone was bound to and the poor guy is most likely going to suffer so much more with Shyft. Great update -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/3/07 4:21pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/3
	Ozzel was, for lack of a better word, perfect. His genius was unparalleled, and he took pride in his appearance and the wear of his uniform as only the best of naval officers were able. Even though his scores on the physical fitness tests were probationary at best, he was confident that his body represented the apex of physical beauty and that he could easily overpower anyone who dared use their fists against him. His manliness, he felt, was supreme in every possible category, and while he had never been with a woman he was sure that his prowess as a lover was also unmatched. I see he took that self-esteem class! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 6/3/07 7:11pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/3
	-----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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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 6/4/07 3:55pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/3
	VaderLVR64 posted: Ozzel was, for lack of a better word, perfect. His genius was unparalleled, and he took pride in his appearance and the wear of his uniform as only the best of naval officers were able. Even though his scores on the physical fitness tests were probationary at best, he was confident that his body represented the apex of physical beauty and that he could easily overpower anyone who dared use their fists against him. His manliness, he felt, was supreme in every possible category, and while he had never been with a woman he was sure that his prowess as a lover was also unmatched. I see he took that self-esteem class! Haha, yup. "Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and - gosh darnit - people like me!" -----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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Rassick Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 6/9/07 12:36pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Next installment... Up up uppies! 10 Paradise was a myth. The planet was hailed as a place of utmost paradise, a world of dreams. Lured there by Darth Pejorus--who was working at Shyft’s behest--the surviving inhabitants of ravaged worlds like Alderaan moved to Byss with the intention of settling down and living out the rest of their lives. They were allowed to live, but their life energies were slowly siphoned by Potentate Shyft until they become corrupted and inhuman mutant monsters. Eventually the planet itself was mutated, its fauna yielding malevolent, semi-sentient crops and its atmosphere causing the sunlight to come in turquoise, bathing the planet’s surface and everything on it in an eerie blue-green glow. Since the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, Darth Pejorus had siphoned the planet’s limitless supply of dark energy for himself, adding even further to his exponentially-increasing power. Darth Venera toyed with the idea of siphoning some of the energy for herself as well, but decided against it. It seemed repulsive to her; the energy felt stagnated, rotten. It would be like drinking blue milk that had gone sour. She studied her artificial hand, awash in the same overwhelming blue-green light as was everything on Byss. She looked at her lightsaber, its synthetic red blade trembling eagerly within its metallic hilt. She looked over her shoulder at the personal bodyguard that accompanied her, a gang of expert killers and dark side adepts clad in red robes and armed with all manner of phrik and cortosis weapons that were impervious to lightsabers. Chief among their number was Brakiss, an angry young man who--like herself, her brother and even Shyft--had grown dissatisfied with Jedi life and wisely chosen to embrace the dark side. He was brash and impetuous, but had proven himself in battle on several occasions already. Venera paid him little mind as her eyes returned to her false hand. She looked straight ahead at the two men who had come here to meet her. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi looked a step or two short of being full-blown nerfherders. Though they had only taken a few steps since emerging from the escape pod they landed in, their overworn Jedi robes were tattered and dirty, their boots scratched and scuffed and discolored almost beyond recognition. Though they weren’t visible, the two men were almost certainly carrying their signature lightsabers beneath their robes, just out of view but within easy reach. Darth Venera was surprised to find herself excited to see these men. Not excited to kill or corrupt or abduct them as she intended to do, but excited just to see them, as if some hideous taint remained of her former life in which she actually had affection for these Jedi charlatans. It would hardly be a balanced meeting, for the two Jedi were traveling alone while Venera was escorted by her twenty bodyguards, any one of whom was a match for the greatest Jedi kilogram for kilogram. She stopped, her bodyguards standing right behind her, and forced the two Jedi to close the distance between them. They halted well out of handshake range. “Father,” she uttered with the slightest of nods. “Do you know why you’re here?” Anakin frowned. “To talk you out of whatever scheme you’ve cooked up. To talk you into coming back with us.” She shook her head. “It’s you who’ll be coming back. With me. You’re going to see my brother, and we’ll infuse you with the dark energies of this planet to show you the true nature of the Force. We are your masters now. Ironic, isn’t it? Not only have your own children outgrown you in strength, but we are still gracious enough to allow you to serve under us.” “Leia, none of that is going to happen. You’re going to come back with me and Obi-Wan, and you’ll get to see your mother again. We can help you.” He took a few steps forward, avoiding his typical alpha-male behavior and extending his hand in a gesture of submission and trust. Venera found herself looking at him with a flickering sense of hope, as though some part of her actually believed what he was saying and wanted it to happen. But then she caught herself. “It’s too late for that.” “It’s never too late.” Using the Force she plucked the lightsaber from her belt and spun it into her waiting hand, which squeezed the weapon to life with a snap-hiss. She took a moment to admire the bloodshine glow of her molten blade. “A Sith blade?” Anakin raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, not drawing his own weapon. “I see you have constructed a new lightsaber. I did the same this very morning, and it’s still a challenge after all these years. Your skills are complete. Indeed you are powerful, just as you have foreseen. Now come back with me. You won’t need to use it. I promise.” “Unfortunately,” she said, “my task is very clear. You have to be delivered alive, and I know you won’t be taken willingly. And I don’t have all day.” She caught Anakin in a whirlwind then, lifting him off his feet and spinning him haphazardly before launching him into wide arc, his body flipping head over heels for meter after meter before tumbling to a halt in the blue-green soil. She turned to her bodyguards. “Take him. All of you.” All twenty killers broke into a run, wasting no time in collecting Anakin’s body. Anakin, in turn, wasted no time in springing to his feet and fighting back the gang of well-armed bodyguards. His new emerald-bladed saber flared as he fought back the business ends of dozens of indestructible swords and quarterstaffs. Obi-Wan’s lightsaber ignited, and Venera finally acknowledged him. “My father is to come with me. But you, old man...the Sith have no further use for you.” The bearded Jedi Master centered himself on her, his vision bisected by his sky-blue blade that was almost made invisible by the planet’s sunlight. “Anakin’s right, Leia. There’s no need for any of us to fight. Come with us. Let us help you, and then we can help Luke. You’ll see. Everything can go back to normal.” “I don’t think so,” she hissed as she snapped into an offensive stance with her blade held high and her feet more than shoulder-width apart. “I’ve longed for this moment. I’ve longed to prove my power, to make you pay for what you’ve done. I’ve been waiting for you, Obi-Wan. We meet again at last. When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I am the master.” “Only a master of delusion, Leia. You’ve been deceived by Sith lies. We all have.” She belted out an empty chuckle. “Oh, you’re one to talk about lies. You’re the one who deceived me! You told me that the Sith betrayed and murdered my brother!” “It’s the truth!” he insisted. “From a certain point of view, that’s all. I‘m sorry if I inadvertently started you down the dark path. But it hasn’t dominated your destiny. Not yet. Put the saber down, call off your bodyguards and come back with us.” “Well, the damage is already done. It’s time to move on. My point of view sees your death. And unlike your point of view, mine cannot be denied!” She attacked. Obi-Wan’s molten blade sparked against hers, and as he was pushed back by her crush of blows he saw Anakin struggling against his numerically superior foes that had Force powers of their own. It didn’t seem like Obi-Wan had a chance. It didn’t seem like Anakin did either. Exasperated, Obi-Wan wondered which of them he should be more worried about. -----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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rumsmuggler Registered: Aug '00	Date Posted: 6/9/07 9:28pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Cool -----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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-Darth-Revan Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 6/10/07 11:56am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Splendiferous. -----signature----- I THINK, therefore I vote DEMOCRAT! Department of Redundancy Department. Der König. “Bob Dole. Bob Dole. BOB DOLE!” - Bob Dole http://youtube.com/watch?v=js23eIWSmL0
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/10/07 7:42pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	“Well, the damage is already done. It’s time to move on. My point of view sees your death. And unlike your point of view, mine cannot be denied!” She attacked. Obi-Wan’s molten blade sparked against hers, and as he was pushed back by her crush of blows he saw Anakin struggling against his numerically superior foes that had Force powers of their own. It didn’t seem like Obi-Wan had a chance. It didn’t seem like Anakin did either. Exasperated, Obi-Wan wondered which of them he should be more worried about. She's a little cranky! Wonderful update. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Kivas Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/11/07 7:45am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	So it begins... -----signature----- Spectres they may be, Your spectres they are Hurt you they can.
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/11/07 11:20am Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Hmmmm....it seems as if there is a bit of Leia remaining in Venera. It was unexpected to see her glad to see Anakin and Obi-Wan. I hope that is encouraging. The impending battle is very worrisome Great update -----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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-Darth-Revan Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 6/11/07 5:38pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Guess what . . . ! . . . it's mah b-day! -----signature----- I THINK, therefore I vote DEMOCRAT! Department of Redundancy Department. Der König. “Bob Dole. Bob Dole. BOB DOLE!” - Bob Dole http://youtube.com/watch?v=js23eIWSmL0
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/12/07 9:08pm Subject: RE: The Long Way Home (ROTJ AU, Luke and Leia are Sith Lords, sequel to MMTM), updated 6/9
	Slowly catching up... Chapter 7 I loved the description of Anakin reaching out to the Force, barely tapping into it but receiving so much power. Reminded me of a moment in Stover's Heroes Die, when one of the characters reaches out to the power of a river and practically becomes a goddess. Hard to explain but it's a compliment. He was as adaptive as water in the most unusual of containers, every blow strong, every step swift, nothing taking him by surprise. Fantastic analogy. As Racto stared at it, amazed, a single punch of Anakin’s flesh hand rammed completely through the shield and shattered it, sending the thousand splinters clattering uselessly against Racto’s body armor. I did a Joey Lawrence "Whoa!" at this. Way, way cool. There's so much more to comment on - the mutilation, Han's "Shaggy-Hair" line, and Han's action at the end. But that would end up turning into a dissertation. -----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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