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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 11/20/07 3:24pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, others; PART 8 "Ghost Child" 11/19/07
	Hmm... Xanatos was a bad egg, but I think we have a rabid flock of mynocks in Krishna! Great update. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar NaNoWriMo participant 2nd year in a row.
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 11/21/07 5:27pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, others; PART 8 "Ghost Child" 11/19/07
	Lady_Misty-- Thanks... I think... Please, don't strangle my OC (o: Anyway, yes, I've always envisioned a black lightsaber. silverfighter-- When I wrote 'bemused smile' I just saw wickedness so... shrugs As far as Qui-Gon goes... no, he is not immune to evil-- not in the least. You will see how their Master/Apprenticeship goes. Let's just say that they have qualities that... rub off on eachother... kinda Alexis_Wingstar-- Mynocks indeed! Thanks for reading everyone! Happy Thanksgiving! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 11/21/07 5:50pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, others; PART 8 "Ghost Child" 11/19/07
	It was good. (sorry I'm at home and things are a bit crazy here) -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 12/15/07 5:51am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, others; PART 8 "Ghost Child" 11/19/07
	JediKaren- Thank you for your kind comment! Alright everyone, I know it's been almost a month, but I finally have a new chapter up! Unfortunately, I may not be able to update until after the holidays. I might be able to get one in, but don't count on it. To make up for my recent long times between updates, I've given you a nice long chapter today. I've been beginning the slow process of de-Sue-ifying Krishna, so... Anyway, here is the PM list so far: The PM List so far: Iowaweezer Lady_Misty 1Yodimus_Prime Icecruncher_Amidala Alexis_Wingstar Jedi_Karen EGKenobi Silverfighter If you want to be put on/taken off of the PM list, please let me know! Part 9 Disguise Master Jinn let me pilot our ship to Tatooine. I had never piloted anything but simulators before. I actually found the ship to be easier than the simulators. I could become part of the ship—it was an extension of me. The Force swirled in torrents so powerful, I let myself be submerged. Peaceful, tranquil, and a nice mottled gray was the only way to describe the Force. It was perfect. “I’m going to go meditate.” My master said as we entered hyperspace. “You should come along as well.” He looked tired, but from what I could not imagine. Xanatos’ expelling must have taken more of a toll on him then I thought. Here I was, the new apprentice, and I hadn’t even sensed my Master’s discomfort. You should come along. I bit my lip. Ever since my fight with Xanatos, it had become harder and harder to find my center. Meditation was no longer peaceful. When I was around my Master, I felt at peace. It was a strange peace… not a peace in power, but a peace in comfort and understanding. However, when I was alone, and trying to meditate, the Darkness would rush to take hold It was the same black feeling that had fueled my rage during my fight with Xanatos… but now, it wasn’t so welcoming. I didn’t want to dismiss the Darkness, because it was useful. If no longer was it useful, then I would dispose of it. But for now… I wasn’t sure if I should pursue this intense power I had found, or to back off. Honestly, the last time I had meditated, I had felt suffocated and lost… but very, very, powerful. “Krishna?” “Oh, I’m sorry Master. Um… I don’t think I’ll come meditate right now.” I looked at him, hoping my answer would be enough. “Is there something bothering you?” Qui-Gon asked, coming back into the cockpit. I almost rolled my eyes—he was just noticing something might be wrong with me? “When Xanatos was my padawan,” Qui-Gon continued. “He said his friend, whom I think he meant you, was always meditating.” He looked at me pointedly. “Which, either means that you were not the friend he was talking about, or something is going on.” Sithly observance! I mentally cursed. Ugh… now I was going to have to tell the truth, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing… I wasn’t used to revealing weaknesses—it was a habit I tried to avoid. I didn’t want to appear dark or evil, but then again, I wasn’t exactly the innocent angel I believed he thought I was. No matter how many replies I came up with, I couldn’t lie to Qui-Gon. I just couldn’t. I don’t know why. There was something so light, so… forgiving, about his presence, it made me want to open up to him… and puke at the same time. I took a deep breath. “Master, ever since my fight with Xanatos, the Force has felt… almost elusive.” His eyes took on a cast of understanding. “Oh, yes.” He said. “I understand. You feel guilty because you got Xanatos kicked out of the Order?” I looked away. “Y-yes, I guess that’s it.” I couldn’t tell him. Suddenly, I felt a twinge of something—a strange feeling, maybe shame?—but I pushed it away. “Forgiveness is the way of the Jedi.” He said, laying a comforting hand on my shoulder. I tensed. “You need to forgive yourself.” I knew I needed to forgive myself; I didn’t need a master to tell me that. But then again, I really wasn’t that guilty about getting Xanatos kicked out of the order… “I am going to meditate.” He said again. “You should come along.” I looked sullen. “Alright,” I said, barely concealing a sigh. I followed him back into the small lounge in the back of the ship. Within a matter of minutes, my Master was deep in the Force. I could feel him waiting for me to join him. Hesitantly, I sat down, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Like the waves in Courscant’s synthetic oceans, the Force washed over me—well tried to. I was too tense to actually submerge myself. I relaxed again. C’mon Krishna! I told myself. You can do better than this! I forced myself to sink deep into the cushion of the Force. There was light, and dark. I was somewhere in the middle. I could feel the light, like a summer’s day, beckoning me to come forward. It was my Master’s presence. So, I reached for it. But before I could fully grasp it, the dark pulled me back and uttered cursed promises. You can’t go back. It sometimes whispered. If you go back you will never feel the Power again. So I hesitated. Groping for the darkness, I tried to completely submerge myself in the Dark Side of the Force. Slowly, I could feel its icy tendrils come and swirl around me, entering my soul… They promised power, understanding… I pulled out with a gasp. No, it was suffocating, not promising. I contented myself to stay in the gray waters—halfway between the light and dark. However, I found with a few minutes practice, it was much easier to ease towards the darkness. You are a coward. I realized, cursing myself. You are a coward. Disgusted, I opened my eyes to find my Master still meditating. Good. I’ve heard that Masters and Padawans are supposed to have strong bonds—especially when meditating. So I withdrew. Qui-Gon would probably kick me out if he knew what I was feeling. Quietly, I stole out of the lounge and back up to the cockpit. Perhaps I would find more peace of mind there. *** Qui-Gon Jinn frowned as his apprentice exited the room. The child was indeed dangerous. There was much anger, and hatred surrounding her. But she is fighting it. He reassured himself. If his new apprentice was only blatantly giving in, he would have to turn her over to the Council. But she seemed to be in a gray area, hopefully of a lighter shade. He would have to puzzle out the best way to approach the subject of the Dark Side with young Krishna. He needed to speak to her about it, but then again, he couldn’t rush into things and make it seem like he was accusing her. Qui-Gon sighed deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was to make the same mistakes with Krishna that he had with Xanatos. That was his worst nightmare. And, he thought to himself. If I seem like I’m pointing a finger at her for getting Xanatos kicked out of the Order, she’s not going to listen. Of course, he didn’t blame her for his former padawan’s mistakes. Silently, Qui-Gon sunk back into a deep meditation. He hoped fervently he was doing the right thing. *** Idly, I watched the stars stream by, like tiny fireflies. I loved hyperspace. Up here, away from the chatter of distant beings, I could find peace… almost. Here I was, a newly chosen padawan learner, with the master of my choice, and I was still dissatisfied. I thought Qui-Gon was the Master for me, but he was just too good, too light, and too… observant. That was one thing that Master Soraya had not been, and clearly, that is really what I preferred. However, I had already been through too much to try and switch masters again. I had a sinking feeling that Qui was onto my game, and if I didn’t show him a little bit of ‘good girl’ side quickly, I would likely get punished. So, I sat at the cockpit, trying to forget my troubles. Hopefully, my master would not come up there any time soon, because then we would have to talk, and then we would try to get to the heart of the matter. Quite honestly, I wasn’t sure why the Dark Side was forbidden anyway. I knew that it was ‘evil,’ but wasn’t evil just a point of view? I mean, seriously, the Dark Side gave you room to stretch, and the Light Side gave you a chance to breath. Wasn’t that the perfect balance? I guess I dozed off. Two hours later I awoke to a very bumpy, very loud landing. Startled as I was, my lightsaber was in my hand when I came fully aware. “We’ve landed.” Qui-Gon said, with a hint of frustration in his tone. “We’ve landed in the middle of a sandstorm.” I clipped my lightsaber back on to my belt. The ship was still skidding to a halt when I started looking out the window. But even after our bumpy landing stopped, I couldn’t tell. The sand was swirling like tornado around the ship. Everything outside was opaque, and I couldn’t see the stars. Breathing started becoming a little more difficult. Stupid Closter phobic coward! I thought. It’s just a sandstorm! “Padawan?” My Master asked, looking at me with concern. “You look pale…” I laughed, trying to keep the nervousness out of my tone. “Oh Master, I always look pale.” “I’ve been on desert planets before,” my master announced, unceremoniously. “This sandstorm will probably let up in an hour or so. It’s already getting lighter.” I looked out the window, but nothing seemed any lighter to me. “Okay. I’m fine with that.” “Have you decided on your disguise yet?” Qui-Gon asked, absentmindedly. “No,” I said. “I was thinking something black, but black and desert planets don’t mix very well.” He laughed. “Ah yes. Well, I’m disguised as a farmer.” He looked over at my quizzical expression. “It will help me blend in with the populace.” I nodded. Yes, Qui-Gon could probably pass for a moisture farmer. I on the other hand, could not, contrary to my Master’s beliefs. Yes, sure, there are plenty of farmers on Tatooine that have pasty white skin and jet-black hair. “You need to decide on something,” he said, jolting me back to reality. “Decide on what?” “A costume; we have plenty of disguises in the back—this is a regular Jedi mission vessel. Generally, it’s armed with things like credits, costumes, books, credits, false ID…” “Alright I’ll go take a look.” So I walked into the back. However, before I even got to the costume closet, I had a vague image of what I was going to be. I would be in the perfect company with a bounty hunter, or assassin, or whatever, hence, the perfect place to find our mission target: Isca Dolomine. A half hour later, I looked in the mirror, and hardly recognized myself. Cosmetics provided me with skin that had a purple-ish sheen in the light, and brown eyes. My hair was no longer lengthy and black. I cut it to my chin—a ragged cut with a knife, but a cut none the less—and dyed it to match my eyes. I even had a scar— like the black one on my neck—running down across my nose to the corner of my mouth. But the clothes really brought the outfit together. A small, hand-out blaster was strapped to my hip with the aid of a Twi’lek belt that matched the necklace I was wearing. A simple beige shirt and black pants seemed to fit, and not stick out. I smiled at my reflection. It was perfect. I looked like a vagabond, a tramp; someone living on the edge of the law—which suited my false career choice beautifully. Perhaps I could pass as Mahla Drakk, the smuggler. *** When I emerged a half-hour later, the sandstorm was indeed dissipating. My master sent one look my way before starting to ask questions, which I came to anticipate on every mission. They are fast paced, and meant to prepare for interrogation, so that you answer without hesitation. “Who are you?” “Mahla Drakk.” “What is your species?” “Mama was a Twi’lek, daddy was a human.” He raised an eyebrow. “Where are you from?” “I was born on a ship during a hyperspace jump.” He laughed. “No, you’ve got to have a home planet. Few people will believe a story as wild as a hybrid born during a hyperspace jump. Just choose a heavily populated planet.” “Alright then; I’m from Courscant.” “Very good; how old are you?” “Seventeen.” “I’m not sure you can pass as a seventeen year old, Padawan.” He said doubtfully. I almost rolled my eyes. I was seventeen. “You’re only thirteen.” “I’m confidant.” I said. “I turn fourteen next month. How old do you think I should be?” “You could pass as a fifteen year old orphan who is just passing through with her—,” “I’m not passing through with anyone.” I interrupted. “I’m just a sixteen year old orphan.” “Your occupation?” “Smuggler.” I said, fingering the hold-out blaster on my hip. “No one is going to believe that.” My master said, running a hand through his long hair. “Your story is a bit wild. No one will believe this.” He kept drilling me on my ‘history’ until I thought I knew the new me better than I did the old. However, we did make a few modifications to my story. I wasn’t exactly a smuggler. That is, I had traveled in company with smugglers and such—raised by them actually. However, I was on Tatooine to enter myself in the Boonta Eve Classic podrace. “But you are not allowed to race.” Qui-Gon said firmly. “It is too dangerous, though, undoubtedly you could do it.” “Yes Master.” I muttered, disappointed. Desperately, I wanted to try my skills at podracing. “So, who are you again?” “I am Mahla Drakk, and orphan that was born on Courscant, but raised in the skies. I’m a hybrid that’s lucky she hasn’t spent time in jail for helping with illegal spice trading and petty theft. I’m here as a racer after my adopted relative of some sort, gambled away our ship, and I’m looking for a new job.” Qui-Gon laughed. “You still sound so unbelievable it’s not even funny, my padawan. I hope no one asks about your age—you failed to mention that.” I was aggravated. “Well, I can’t pass as a farmer.” I snapped. He stopped laughing. “I’ll forgive that remark because this is our first mission. Let’s just hope that no one asks you about your family history.” Fifteen minutes later, the sandstorm had completely subsided, and my Master was in his farmer’s garb. I have to admit, he seemed to fit the part quite well. As we exited the ship, I became fervently glad I hadn’t worn black clothing. Indeed, Tatooine was ablaze with heat, and within five minutes, I had started sweating. “How long until we get to Mos Eisley?” I asked. “Two miles.” Qui-Gon answered. “If we find something of use there, we will stay in town. If not, we’ll have to hike back to the ship.” “Here,” he said, handing me a pouch. “There are approximately one thousand credits worth of trading items, mostly crystals or diamonds of some sort that look far more valuable than they actually are. Trust me my padawan; something shiny will go a long way on Tatooine.” I didn’t know if he was joking or not, but after examining the items, they looked convincing enough for me. “Where are we going?” “Keep your commlink on.” He instructed. “Unfortunately, we can’t stay together at all times and will need to split up. Our first stop will be the cantina. We will sit on opposite sides of the establishment. Use your senses and try to pick up anything unusual. If you sense Force-sensitivity, investigate it. It is possible that Isca Dolomine is in fact, Force sensitive.” I frowned. “I don’t remember that being in the report.” “It’s just a feeling I get,” Qui-Gon remarked as we entered Mos Eisley. I was surprised we had arrived so quickly. Evidently my Master had misjudged our distance to town just a bit. It was definitely a reasonable mistake—after all; we had landed in the middle of a sandstorm. My master entered the cantina before I did. I had to wait five minutes before following. During those five minutes, I occupied myself by looking at my surroundings… Okay, well, everyone, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas! And may the Force be with you! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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silverfighter Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/15/07 7:45am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 9 AT LAST! "Disguise" 12/15/07 - Date Edited: 12/15/07 11:11am (1 edits total) Edited By: silverfighter
	Qui-Gon Jinn frowned as his apprentice exited the room. The child was indeed dangerous. There was much anger, and hatred surrounding her. But she is fighting it. He reassured himself. If his new apprentice was only blatantly giving in, he would have to turn her over to the Council. But she seemed to be in a gray area, hopefully of a lighter shade. Gray, yes, but I've learned that gray is more black then white. A half hour later, I looked in the mirror, and hardly recognized myself. Cosmetics provided me with skin that had a purple-ish sheen in the light, and brown eyes. My hair was no longer lengthy and black. I cut it to my chin—a ragged cut with a knife, but a cut none the less—and dyed it to match my eyes. I even had a scar— like the black one on my neck—running down across my nose to the corner of my mouth. But the clothes really brought the outfit together. A small, hand-out blaster was strapped to my hip with the aid of a Twi’lek belt that matched the necklace I was wearing. A simple beige shirt and black pants seemed to fit, and not stick out. Now I want to be a Jedi, getting to choose different identities all the time. I do that anyways, sometimes. That was good! Thanks for the PM! ~Silverfighter I forgot to say this before... Merry Christmas, Quigonjecca! -----signature----- I praise my God with uplifted hands and sing 'till I can't sing no more. "You believe there is one God. Good! Even the devils believe that--and shudder." -James 2:19 Dreams = Plotbunnies Plotbunnies = Bad Dreams = Bad (Geometry CAN be useful. Ha.)
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Lady_Misty Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 12/15/07 9:44am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 9 AT LAST! "Disguise" 12/15/07
	YAH! A post! (Does a quick dance in computer chair.) Krishna's story was waaaayyyy out there. I'm glad that some one is on to her to an extent. I can't believe that she and Shmi are sisters ( I'm guessing)!! Merry Christmas to you to Quigonjecca! -----signature----- 'Lumious beings are we, not this crude matter.' Kenneth Cope and Yoda The Clone Wars is wicked good!!!! I got Kenneth Cope's autograph!!!
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 12/15/07 10:14am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 9 AT LAST! "Disguise" 12/15/07
	Nice update. I'm glad Qui-gon isn't absolutely blind to Krishna's affinity to the dark... or at least to the gray. I don't think he should be too patient however, 'cause I think she's more dark than he suspects. Merry Christmas, Quigonjecca. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar NaNoWriMo participant 2nd year in a row.
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 12/17/07 6:58pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 9 AT LAST! "Disguise" 12/15/07
	silverfighter- Thank you so much for your comments! Yes, I think that it would be fun to have all those costumes too-- I love costumes! Well, I guess I can just keep wishing... sighs Lady_Misty- Sisters you say? Hmmm... Yeah, and that girl's imagination can really get the best of her-- glad Qui-Gon fixed that story, aren't you? I bet she'd make a really good fanfiction writer! Alexis_Wingstar- Way more Dark, don't you think? But yeah, I'm glad he isn't completely blind to her crazy ways! Thanks, and Merry Christmas! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 12/30/07 4:20pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, UPDATED! Part 10: Shmi 12/28/07
	Yay! A new chapter! My muse is back to work after a long holiday! The PM List so far: Iowaweezer Lady_Misty 1Yodimus_Prime Icecruncher_Amidala Alexis_Wingstar Jedi_Karen EGKenobi Silverfighter If you want on/off the PM list, just let me know so I don't keep harassing you with updates (o: On with Part 10: Shmi The cantina was large and gaudy; its name ‘Gardulla the Hutt’s,’ which to me at least, wouldn’t be attractive in the least. A large array of species entered and exited at a continual rate, so I felt pretty good about blending in. There were dozens of species I had never even dreamed existed living here. So I entered the cantina. I couldn’t see my Master, but I could feel his presence towards the left-front side of the building; I moved to the back. But before I could find a table in the grimy establishment, I walked up to the bar. “What do you want?” The Rodian asked in heavily accented basic. I was surprised he could speak basic at all. “Water,” I answered. “Big spender now are we?” He asked as he poured the somewhat murky water into a glass. I had never been on a ‘real’ mission before; well, one with Master Soraya, but that doesn’t count. I had never done any stealth work, so I didn’t know how to approach the subject of Isca Dolomine. “I’ll spend more if you can tell me what I need to know.” I said, lowering my voice a tone. The bartender laughed and handed me my glass of water—which I didn’t dare drink. “The water is fifty credits; the info will cost you more depending on what you want to know and who you’re working with.” He curled his lips in what would have been a human smile. “And what you want to know.” I tried to keep my eyes from widening after hearing the cost of the water. Silently, I pulled a thumb-sized gem out of my pocket. It couldn’t have been worth more than twenty credits. The light shone through the ruby-colored stone as I held it up for him to see. “I work alone.” He took the false-jewel without comment. “What do you want to know?” He asked quietly. “I’m looking for a bounty hunter—assassin really. She goes by Isca Dolomine.” “And why, little miss, would you be looking for an assassin?” He asked suspiciously. “We have some unfinished business to take care of.” I replied, my hand visibly patting the hold-out blaster on my hip. “A case of lost clientele you could say.” “Smuggler?” he asked without even looking at me. “Racer,” I answered, almost coughing because my throat was so dry. Perhaps the water didn’t look so bad after all… “My uncle’s the smuggler here.” “Family feud.” He said. It wasn’t a question. He barked a bout of bitter laughter. “Look girl, I don’t usually decline information, especially for such a pretty price.” He dropped the false-jewel in his pocket. “But I’m going to this time.” “But I paid you!” I said, astonished. “Rule number one of information buying: never pay before you receive.” He turned back to his other customers. “You’re too young to get mixed up in this stuff. Go back to your uncle, and stay out of trouble.” After such a dismissal, I couldn’t get him to say anything more. So, sulking a little, and cursing myself for stupidity, I wandered to the back of the cantina. There were no empty tables, which aggravated me even more. But there was a woman eating lunch over in the corner that didn’t look hostile, and, more than that, there was a faint glimmer of the Force emanating from her presence. “Mind if I sit with you?” I asked, pitching my voice with a thick, Coruscanti accent. “Oh please sit down,” she moved to get up. “I should move anyway, Gardulla doesn’t—,” “You can stay,” I said, taking a baby sip of the water. It tasted horrible. She looked at me for a long while, but finally I suppose she decided I didn’t look dangerous enough—or big enough—to do her any harm. I’m not sure of her age, but she appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She was about my height, but much broader and her skin was tanned by the desert suns. She had long brown hair and brown eyes full of compassion, but had a very submissive air about her. I then saw the slave bracelet around her wrist. It was very uncomfortable sitting with the stranger. I didn’t really know what to say, and thought about moving. But I was bored, and Master Jinn hadn’t commed me yet… “So what’s your name?” I asked casually. “Shmi,” she answered. “Shmi Skywalker.” I nearly choked on the gag-inducing liquid I was trying to digest. “I’m Mahla Drakk.” I said after a moment, reaching my hand across the table. She shook it firmly. “I knew a girl named Skywalker once…” Yes, I know it was foolish; you don’t need to tell me. “You did?” her face lit up. “Sure did,” I tried to look casual. “Once when I was on Coruscant; the girl stood out in a crowd…” Shmi then began to tell me about her family history. “When I was eight,” she began. “My family owned a shipping business. I was not the oldest child, but I was the eldest girl. I had a little brother and sister, and a little half-sister. My father and mother had been divorced since I was five, and my father re-married. “My little brother was Anakin, and my little sister, Nova. My half-sister’s mother, and my father came down with a mysterious plague when I was seven. So, my own dear mother took their child in, and raised it as her own. We didn’t know the girl’s name, so we just called her baby for the week that we had her. We had planned on giving her an official name, probably after my father, but on the day of my eighth life day, space pirates raided our freighter and took us as slaves. My eldest brother was killed, and the rest of us were sold into slavery.” “I’m so sorry,” I said, but the expression was lacking emotion. I was too confused. “I wonder which of my siblings you saw?” Shmi mused, ignoring the lack of real sympathy in my voice. “Or perhaps you saw my mother. I can’t believe any of them would have escaped. What did the girl look like?” “I’m sorry?” “What did the girl you saw look like?” She said, slower this time. “I don’t remember much really,” I said carefully. “Short girl, with pale skin and black hair, younger than twenty…,” “My half sister!” Shmi exclaimed, causing several of the bar’s occupants to look at us suspiciously. “Your half sister huh?” I said, swallowing. But Shmi wasn’t listening to me. Her eyes had taken a vacant cast, and she was looking into the distance. “The baby. We didn’t know her name, but we were sure her mother wasn’t completely human. The girl had black hair and eyes and I remember thinking she looked creepy.” Shmi shrugged. “I wonder where she is now?” “Oh, I don’t know about that. It’s been years since I saw her… she was a Je—,” But at that moment my comm. beeped. I rolled my eyes. “Mahla here.” “Padawan, I need to you meet me at the inn about a mile down the road in a few minutes. Have you found anything yet?” “Possibly,” “Keep your senses alive,” Qui-Gon said. “I sense a disturbance in the Force—possibly our target. And Mahla, you need to focus on our mission. You’ve been in that cantina far too long… information buying should be quicker than what you are doing. Be mindful, and don’t reveal too much.” “Yes sir.” And I turned off the commlink. The small reminder to keep my senses alive jolted me out of my surprised stupor. And when I did, I realized what had been sitting in front of me. This woman, Shmi—possibly my half sister—was in fact, Force-sensitive. Not much, but enough to know that I was a liar… “You aren’t here for the race, are you?” Shmi asked, confirming my suspicions. A moment of silence passed between us, but she just kept staring at me. I wonder if that’s how Xanatos felt when I would glare at him? “No, actually, I’m not.” I admitted. “How did you know?” She looked puzzled. “I just put two and two together and—,” “No, you knew somehow. You felt it.” Shmi looked hard at me for a moment. “You felt that I felt it. How did you know?” This girl was smart. “If you were born in the Republic, you would have been tested for Force-sensitivity at a young age—just like me.” She knew what I meant. “Your kind doesn’t come to Tatooine very often.” “No, we don’t. I didn’t lie to you completely though. I really am here for the race… well, sort of. I’ve always wanted to podrace, but my Master forbids it.” She stared at me, and I was beginning to wonder if she could see through me more than I thought. I swallowed. “I’m looking,” I whispered, leaning closer to her. “For an assassin named Isca Dolomine.” Shmi’s eyes widened. “She’s also a racer.” She whispered back. “She races and gambles and then takes her winnings and invests them in spice.” “And you know this because…?” I asked, suspiciously. She smiled at me, and something like bitterness flickered through her eyes. “Because, I’m a slave to Gardulla the Hutt. What would you not expect me to know?” “Could you tell me where I can buy a pod?” I asked. “How much are you looking to spend?” I pulled a large jewel out of my satchel—this one wasn’t false, but was still worth less than it looked. “There’s a repairs shop, run by a Rodian on Market Street, behind the exotic fruits stand. He’s usually got some pods that he’ll rent out to people, as long as they bring them back in good condition. But he’s got eyes everywhere, and if you try to steal it, or bring it back in disrepair, he will find you, and make you pay more than twice what he’s actually owed.” “Thanks Shmi,” I said, rising from the table. If I waited any longer, my Master would come looking for me. “You’ve been quite helpful.” I slipped a couple of the gems into her hand. “What’s this for?” She asked, curiously. “Information.” And I walked away. I hope you enjoyed this! I'll try to get the next chapter up on schedule! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! 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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 12/30/07 4:50pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	So, Shmi is her half-sister. Cool. I liked the interchange between the two. Krishna didn't seem so creepy in this update. Speaking of which, I found it funny when Shmi said she thought her half-sister looked creepy. I was surprised Krishna didn't react to that. I liked that she paid Shmi for the information... though the gems might not be worth much, it was a good gesture. -----signature----- "Change. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be expected or come as a thief in the night. Invited or not, it always comes." ~Koria "Tender Shadows", co-written w/ The Musical Jedi Padawan to DarthIshtar NaNoWriMo participant 2nd year in a row.
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/30/07 9:09pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	good chapter. Keep it up! -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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silverfighter Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/31/07 8:46am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	Hmmm... Most interesting. Shmi had a brother named Anakin? Or did I make that up (I read this late last night and didn't trust myself to post a sane reply...) ? Anyways, that was a good post! She looked puzzled. “I just put two and two together and—,” “No, you knew somehow. You felt it.” Shmi looked hard at me for a moment. “You felt that I felt it. How did you know?” Heh, I liked this scene... Happy New Year, Quigonjecca! ~Silverfighter -----signature----- I praise my God with uplifted hands and sing 'till I can't sing no more. "You believe there is one God. Good! Even the devils believe that--and shudder." -James 2:19 Dreams = Plotbunnies Plotbunnies = Bad Dreams = Bad (Geometry CAN be useful. Ha.)
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Lady_Misty Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 1/1 11:55am Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	Golly, I was right! OK Krishna and Shmi are half sisters. I like that you chose to make Shmi Force sesitive because I believe she was but not enough to have had a son so powerful. it seems that some fanfic writters forget that. can't wait for more! -----signature----- 'Lumious beings are we, not this crude matter.' Kenneth Cope and Yoda The Clone Wars is wicked good!!!! I got Kenneth Cope's autograph!!!
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C1-J2 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 1/2 12:54pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	This sounds great!!! I read through it the other night and I love how Krishna is so much darker than your typical Jedi Padawan! It looks like Qui-Gon has his hands fuller than he would have with either Xanatos or Anakin though. I wonder if Shmi is still going to have Anakin. Great post! Could I be put on the PM list please? Take Care, C1 -----signature----- The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Psalm 27:1 ". . . you will never again be frightened by what you might have become. Or indeed, by what your future might make you." -Lucien Percival Smith, The Boys Next Door Christian1st-Jedi2n
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Icecruncher_Amidala Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 1/9 2:53pm Subject: RE: "Dark Child" AU, Xanatos, OC's, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, PART 10 AT LAST! "Shmi" 12/30/07
	Oooohhhhhh! This is getting interesting. -----signature----- 'No one is totally worthless. They can just serve as a bad example.'---Something often said by my dad.
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