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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/3/08 11:45am Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	That's going to be an interesting conversation about why fraternising is banned, with much squirming from Tobias I imagine Otherwise he can ask Obi-Wan to explain it, although I imagine that he'd like that rather less. I liked how Koria tried to justify it with self talk, although I'd stay away from Anakin if I was her. Here is my little short post. Thanks to Yodi for checking over Aeona. Kithera **** “I don’t care what planet you are on padawan that is not breakfast.” Kithera said snatching the batter covered beater off Quijia with the force and waving it through the air until tiny droplets of batter flew across the room. Kithera stifled a giggle as she wiped the creamy mixture off her cheek and popped it in her mouth. Quijia beamed back, she loved days like this when her Master actually seemed happy with the world around her. They were fleeting and far between but Quijia revelled the in the happy feelings that Kithera projected to everyone around her. It had started last night when the message had come from Kirsh about the picnic. Kithera had literally bounced around the room talking non-stop about the social event until Quijia had joined in her excitement. They had only stopped when Aeona had arrived home. Both Jedi had rather embarrassingly been caught in the middle of waltzing around the room dressed in two of Kithera’s rather outlandish formal dresses. Kithera had sobered immediately and asked Aeona about the study and dinner, to which Quijia had thought she seemed almost evasive. Her master had seemed happy enough though to ignore any inconsistencies and to clean and tidy the apartment, almost as if the entire picnic was to be held in their place. Quijia had gone to her room to study a bit after that, smiling at the occasional snatches of out-of-tune song that she could hear from the otherside of the wall. She had been woken at four in the morning by a series of bangs and crashes and a burning smell. She’d sleepily gone into the kitchen to find her master standing in the middle of what looked like a small disaster area. She was holding a spatula and a bowl and staring intently at a recipe pad. That had been three hours ago, now they were surrounded by hundreds of tiny cakes. Quijia had been stacking them in any available box they had in order to move them down the picnic while Kithera had been finishing the last batch. Quijia was deciding whether or not to make another grab for the beater when Aeona stepped warily into the room. “Morning sleepy-head, want a beater?” Kithera said proffering the young student the beater. Aeona took it warily, and stared at it like she’d never had one before. Quijia frowned slightly. She liked the girl, she really did, but there was something odd about her almost as if she was pretending to be something she wasn’t. “Got all your stuff for today?” Kithera was asking cheerfully, putting the finishing touches to a couple of the cakes. “Yeah, I finished my assignments real early, so I’m alright.” Aeona volunteered rather defensively, still holding the beater as if she didn’t know what to do with it. "Wow, I remember when I was an initiate, it took my forever to finish any of the assignments." Quijia volunteered, determined to put any niggling doubts out of her mind on such a sunshiney day, "If you need any help I can see if I can find my old stuff and you can use that as a guideline." "I'm alright," Aeona nodded, "got lots of help from other people." "You can come to me too," Kithera said putting tiny silver lollies on the top of each cake, "but I'm not very good at the academic stuff. More of a hands-on person really." Half listening to the banter, Quijia leant over and tried to sneakily remove the last beater, her hand was half way to the bowl when Kithera’s own tiny, slender hand clamped down on her wrist. “It’s not fair, if she gets it for breakfast then so do I,” Quijia whined trying to bat her eyelashes in a winning sort of way. It worked and Kit dropped her wrist with an amused twist of her mouth. “Fine,” she said as Quijia snatched up the last beater and stuck it in her mouth, watching her from the corner of her eye Quijia could see Aeona copying her quietly. Kithera took up the bowl which was still a quarter filled with the creamy batter, she picked up a spoon and dipped it in the mixture “but I get the bowl”. -----signature----- Some people are like slinkies; Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile as you push them down the stairs * Writers wanted.... http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/3/08 6:24pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Kithera got the best of the deal. Everyone knows you get more from the bowl! Stave woke with a start and looked around, blinking. Seeing his datapad on the end table, he grabbed it and made sure the work he had done was saved. He sighed in relief, then got up to change into his clothes, trying to be quiet so he would not wake up Knight Counc. Coming out of the refresher, he went into the kitchen. Wanting to do something nice for her, he decided to make breakfast. Trouble was, besides heating up leftovers, he had never actually cooked anything. How hard can it be? I can boil some water, put eggs in it, and even a youngling can make toast. As he waited for the water to boil, he started to slice some apples. He remembered his mother making fried apples with some sugar and some sort of brown spice... now what was it she used? he mused as he looked in the cupboard. This looks like it. He got out some cumin. Putting butter in the frying pan, he let it melt before putting in the apples, sugar and cumin. Then he heard the water boiling, and put in four eggs. "Ouch!" He hissed when the steam burned his fingers. "Ouchouchouchouch!" He whispered as he rushed over to the sink and put his fingers under cold running water. He frowned when he smelled something burning. Turning around, he saw smoke coming out of the toaster. "OH NO!" He rushed over to the toaster and juggled the handle, trying desperately to make the toast come up. "Stave?" The young student spun around in surprise, accidentally hitting the handle of the boiling eggs with his elbow. The pot tipped over, and the water splashing everywhere... miraculously missing the boy and the knight... and the eggs cracked open on the floor in a gooey mess, the whites just starting to get white. "Ah, sithspawn!" "Stave," Ieron fought back laughter as the young student scrambled to try to clean up the mess, but made it worse, "are you alright?" Standing up with the egg dripping from the wet rag he was holding, the boy nodded with a pout. "I'm sorry, I was trying to make you breakfast." His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the floor. Ieron carefully made her way across the wet floor and unplugged the toaster, then gave Stave a hug. "I appreciate the effort." She looked around at the mess and started to giggle. "My, you don't do things halfway, do you?" Stave looked around as well and a slow smile played upon the corners of his mouth. "Not if at all possible." The two cleaned up the mess, then sat down at the table to try the fried apples. The boy wrinkled his nose as he rose his fork. This doesn't smell quite right. He gagged and sputtered after taking a bite. Ieron managed to keep her face impassive as she put down her own fork. "Let's say we go to the mess hall." Stave nodded in agreement. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 3/3/08 7:03pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Glad Koria's growing up a little. And that should be interesting to read... “Fine,” she said as Quijia snatched up the last beater and stuck it in her mouth, watching her from the corner of her eye Quijia could see Aeona copying her quietly. Kithera took up the bowl which was still a quarter filled with the creamy batter, she picked up a spoon and dipped it in the mixture “but I get the bowl”. This made me giggle! I don't normally giggle. Oh, poor Stave, trying so hard to make breakfast. His next attempt should be better! -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Mostly lurking at the moment
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 3/4/08 6:59pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 3/4/08 7:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Aaaaaaaah, an opening. I like that not all the initiates are bad guys and Stave asked about the Argi Corps - very touching scene. And Koria is getting into a little trouble, but she's learning. ---------------- Sela finished combing her hair and sighed. Master Zamtoe had sent a chair and table plus a chest for her to put her things in but her single room was still bare and . . . . lonely. Other students were sharing with their Masters, and they would have someone to eat breakfast with. She would have to make her way to the meal hall and eat by herself. If she was lucky; she shuddered to think that she might run into some initiates there to harass her. She looked at her blue-eyed reflection in the standing mirror, feeling glad that she had brought that. She supposed that since Zamtoe had no hair, not even eyebrows, he wouldn't think of things like mirrors. Glancing at her portable chrono, she gathered up her class chits and sketchpad and carry bag and went to the door. "Oh!" Sela stepped back. Master Zamtoe was there in the doorway with a cheerful smile on his round blue face. "Good morning. I thought we would go to breakfast together." "Have you been waiting there for me?" she squeaked, shocked. "Oh no, I've just arrived. I just sensed you were getting ready. Do you have everything you need?" Sela clutched her sketchpad and carry bag and stepped out into the hallway. And stared again. There were four droids in a line behind Master Zamtoe. Short, black barrel-bodied ones with skinny arms sticking straight out from their tops and eye sensors on stalks glowing yellow in her direction. "Oh don't mind them. They're just going to follow me to maintenance." "Um, can't they do that themselves?" She eyed them warily. She had no idea what they were for. Cleaning maybe? "Unfortunately, no. That's why the poor things need maintenance," Zamtoe sighed. "They won't be any trouble." So, they walked together to the lifts with the whir of Zamtoe's droids trundling behind them. Zamtoe kept surreptitiously glancing at her; she was sure he wanted to say something, but he didn't. "So, have you been up for long?" Sela asked, to make conversation. "Oh, yes for awhile, but I didn't think you would want to be up so early. Since you were up studying so late last night, which is a very good start I think." 'How does he know that?' she wondered without saying anything. They got in the lift and the droids crowded in around their legs. "Your picnic today will be in a part of the gardens that has some new plantings in it. Some flowering byumith vines, budding zookberry bushes and a long-leafed fashy sapling. The sapling's a little delicate, but the byumith and zookberry buds are lovely. We had to bring in some new elbillis, gom-nits and worms for them to keep them company." Sela frowned. "Bugs?" she asked. The lift doors opened and they shooed the droids out before exiting, the noise of the eating hall ahead of them. "We're having a picnic with bugs?" "They're not for your picnic," Zamtoe reassured her. "They're for the plants. The Room of a Thousand Fountains is an enclosed ecology and the life-cycles of the fauna are dependent on a complete environment. But everything has been carefully selected to not interfere with the enjoyment of the garden. They're new but they should be no trouble at all. "Oh and don't go swimming in the water nearby. Some of ponds are for swimming and they're marked, but none of those are near where you're having your picnic." Zamtoe didn't say anything about what might be in the water and Sela didn't ask. They stood in the wide doorway, Sela warily scanning the patrons and tables and chairs for dreaded initiates. But she saw something else far more welcome. Stave returned her wave from where he and his master were standing in line. They went to them. "Oh don't mind them. Don't mind them. Just a trip to maintenance," Zamtoe apologized whenever his line of droids bumped into people all the way to where people were queuing for their food. "Hi," greeted Sela. "Hi," answered Stave. "What have you got there, Zamtoe?" Ieron asked. "Oh, they just need a little maintenance." Zamtoe dove to free a robe where one droid had snagged it. A Jedi Knight scowled at him and pulled his sleeve back. "I suppose I'd better take these down now." Zamtoe shook his head. "Have a good day with your classes," he told Sela. "I'll see you at the picnic," Zamtoe finished cheerfully before he turned and left, the squat droids following. Sela gave him a little wave. -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 3/4/08 7:42pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Stave and I apparently learned from each other how to cook. I'm pretty safe with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, though. What a fun story... I'm enjoying all of the characters and all of the mess you all have them getting into. Trika -----signature----- My Uncle Sam sends me places... the "going OCONUS lol" is here! Current Location: Iraq Don't bother running. You won't get far enough. http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 3/4/08 9:31pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Beep beep, In one of the beds of room number 9 Ben Henny opened his sleepy eyes and he looked at the other bed. Master Aaqu was already up and around and dressed as well in his healer’s robes. Master Aaqu said “come Ben, breakfast is ready in the restaurant. And your lessons start in half an hour.” Ben went to the fresher and dressed in a hurry. He followed Aaqu towards the small healer’s ward restaurant and remembered his visit to Serinka. ‘That nice cook has promised to help me with making something for the picknick. Aaqu or Kaagi has to make something too. But Serinka told me that Kaagi is a bad cook. I couldn’t ask Master Aaqu yesterday because he was doing surgery.’ A small counter was filled with a selection of food. Ben took a tray and selected some toast, a glass of Nerfmilk and eggs and walked to where Aaqu took a seat. As he was finishing his breakfast Kaagi came in. Ben asked “masters, today we are going to have a picknick and I have asked Serinka to help. He will make a nice salad. Master Aaqu, can you make something too for that picknick?” Master Aaqu said “I will try but I am like my colleague Kaagi a bad cook.” Ben said “you can ask Serinka. He is real nice and he will help.” Master Aaqu asked “where is that picknick taking place?” Ben answered “in the room with a thousand fountains near a place with some new bushes.” Kaagi remarked “oh that part. Don’t go swimming in the ponds and don’t touch those bushes, that’s the advice I am giving you.” Ben asked “is that garden dangerous?” Kaagi answered “not really but take care.” Ben said picking up his tray “see you” and he went to the counter. He had to go to his lessons. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/4/08 10:00pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	I wonder what the GFFA equivalant of peanutbutter would be. For some reason I kept thinking of the pit droid Watto's junk shop when reading about Zamtoe's malfunctioning droids Tobias turned to look at Koria speculatively. It was a rather long story, but he did not think he had to go into details. After turning off the water, he went over to the table. "Take a seat." He pulled out a chair for her. Once she was seated, the master sat next to her and spoke softly. "One of the students became pregnant as a result of a liason with a padawan. She miscarried." He hesitated at Koria's sudden gasp. "Oh, how awful!" "Yes, it was. On top of that, the poor girl became suicidal. The padawan was not that much better off for awhile." Koria sat in silence, not knowing what to say. She could only imagine carrying the miracle of life grow within her only to have it die. "Th-the padawan... did he leave the Order?" She could not bear to ask if the girl had succeeded in an attempt to take her own life. Tobias shook head as he folded his hands on the table. "He's a knight now with a padawan of his own." Koria saw Knight Kenobi's face in her mind's eye when he had caught her and Anakin in the kata room. There had been a sort of haunted look in the man's eyes, a sorrow that would probably never fully leave. She did not ask, but had a strong suspicion she knew the padawan had been him. That did not matter. Well, it did to Knight Kenobi, but he was none of her business. The lesson Master McCal was trying to teach her was. "Sir," she said softly as she reached out to put her hand on top of his, "I promise I won't repeat history." When their eyes met, she blushed and looked away, removing her hand as well. She quickly rose and turned to go. "I better get going. Class starts soon." "Don't forget to give the data chits back to Stave." He called after her. "I won't." ~~~~ Stave and Sera walked along the hallway, hurrying to class when they saw Koria. They had finished eating breakfast in the mess hall with Knight Counc just a few minutes ago. "Good morning," the tow-headed girl greeted them cheerfully. She handed Stave the data chits. "Thank you for leaving them for us. They were very helpful. So, what are your masters going to make for the picnic?" Stave frowned. "I have no idea." Sela shook her head. "Master Zamtoe didn't tell me." "Well I'm sure whatever they bring it'll be great." "What is Master McCal bringing?" Sela asked. "Oh I'm going to help him make punch." "Not that awful stuff from the orientation." The three students began laughing. "No, I told him what was usually went into the punch bowl, and he agreed that it sounded... delightfully unhealthy." As they approached the classroom, Koria saw one of the hostile initiates glaring at them. She made a point to smile brightly at him. "Hello." Leeon rolled his eyes, shook his head and turned to go into the classroom ahead of them. "Was it something I said?" Koria asked in a stage whisper. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 3/5/08 8:52pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 3/6/08 5:39am (1 edits total) Edited By: 1Yodimus_Prime
	Alexis! You're in color! Mouse woke up to the sounds of clamour coming from the kitchen. Day three. No nightmares yet. She sighed. This was an incredible relief to her. She hadn't gone this long without a nightmare in months. It was the last thing she wanted to have happen now. Not here, in this strange unfamiliar place. She had enough things to worry about, without having to deal with another nightmare. She could barely keep her composure and her facade as it was. A nightmare right now would break her, she could feel it. Mouse's nightmares were horrible, horrible things. They haunted her endlessly, like a pyschological bounty hunter. A single nightmare could destroy all her confidence at once. She would never admit to being afraid of anything, but if you pressed her...she would admit to being afraid of her nightmares. When Mouse has a nightmare, it is a vivid, gorey, exhausting and emotionally draining ordeal. She may as well not sleep at all than have a nightmare (sometimes, that's what she does). Worst of all, they are predictable. Every one of them is the same, and they are all based off the memory of what happened that night. That one specific, hideous memory. The one memory of all her memories that she wishes she could erase, and it's the one that harasses her the most. She has found over the years that the best way to avoid her nightmares is to not sleep more than five hours in a given night. Usually, she'd fill in the extra time by wandering around the underlevels, but here in the Temple, there seems to be this unspoken protocol that requires her to actually ask permission to do something like that. So instead, she's taken to sitting on the edge of her bed, writing into a datapad. So far, it's worked pretty well, and has kept her out of trouble. That's the last thing she wants - trouble. She can already feel the eyes on her. Koria probably has her suspicions. And Kithera. And Quijia. Maybe some of the others as well. And who knew WHAT Kiriath managed to rip from her mind before she put up some defenses. At the very least, Kiriath knew she was Force sensitive now. That was probably bad enough. Mouse would have to do something about her...there was no question in her mind that that girl was dangerous. Not just for Mouse's own secrets, but dangerous in general. There was just something bad about her. She got up, got dressed, pulled on her identity, and went out to see what all the noise was about. Both Kithera and Quijia seemed to be in a giddy mood. In Aeona's mind, they were being way too energetic for this hour. Kithera whirled on her when she stepped into the kitchen, all smiles, "Morning sleepy-head! Want a beater?" Whatever it was, it didn't sound very appetizing. She intended to say 'what?' and 'no, I don't think I do', but was essentially cut off when a metal object full of creamy goo was shoved into her hands. She was expecting to be handed food of some kind, not an appliance. The two proceed to play-fight over the remaining one. Some sort of Jedi ritual? was all she could think of. Master Rinani asked her a few casual questions about classes, and Aeona hoped she sounded as equally casual in her responses. It helped to remind her, wonderfully, that she'd made that Leeon boy's work her own last night. It meant she didn't have to write three essays (and who cared whether Leeon was any good. Chances were high that he was better at writing than her). It also meant he was totally screwed. Both of those things were pretty awesome. Supressing her glee at this point was important, or Rinani's questions could have become a little less casual. Finally, Master Rinani reliquished the other 'beater' to Quijia, who happily began eating the gunk off it. Whatever, Aeona shrugged and mimicked her. She was surprised at how sweet it was. And heavy. It tasted like...gooey cake? Strange. But tasty. The first to classes happened without incident. She walked with the other students toward the grammar class and caught a glimpse of Leeon's face as he entered ahead of them. He looked a pale, but reserved. She wondered, offhandedly, if he'd managed to rewrite them...and then it occured to her that if he had, there was a real possibility that his rewritten essays were almost exactly the same has his original ones. If Master Mundi caught the similarities... As she sat down, the color in her own face had drained a tiny bit, and remained that way until Mundi asked everyone to pass in their datapads. She kept a close eye on Leeon as this happened, and noticed that he didn't hand anything in. This put her at ease up until the end of class (which did not include the assigning of any new essays, thank the gods). As everyone got up to leave, another initiate - a girl - hurried into the class and joined Leeon. They both went up to the teacher and started talking to him about something, and she saw the Master's head dart up and look at the exiting crowd as they spoke. Something was up, and she could almost feel the color in her face draining again. These sort of antics - cheating, poking through initiates' rooms - should not have been nearly as stressful as smuggling Spice through Lost Ones territory in the Industrial Zones for the Kryats, but damn, you could have fooled Mouse. She hurried toward the mess hall, and only partly to get as much room between her and those prying initiates as possible. Despite not going to Koria's little meeting, she was still kind of curious what they managed to figure out on their own. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/6/08 6:33am Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	1Yodimus_Prime posted: Alexis! You're in color! preens You like? It's only for 24 hours though. It's my award for being in a 3-way tie for third place in the Dare Challenge. Some sort of Jedi ritual? was all she could think of. That made me giggle. I like Mouse (even though I keep seeing Matthew Broderick in his role on "LadyHawk", Philippe (sp?) the Mouse). -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 3/6/08 3:37pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Philippe ze Mouse??? Good God! "Sir, the truth is I talk to God all the time, and no offense, but He never mentioned you." Man, blast from the freakin' past! I remember seeing that movie when I was thirteen, and the Sci Fi channel was free. (..somehow, I don't think I took any inspiration from Broderick's character nor his performance. But it's still a compliment in my book! ) -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/6/08 8:50pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Yes, Philippe ze Mouse. He left the house. To ease the pain, he went down the drain. "This is not unlike crawling out of mother's womb... good Lord, what a memory!" -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 3/8/08 7:06pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 3/8/08 7:20pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Alexis_Wingstar
	Thanks to Yod who looked over what I had and added much of what Aeona did. Awin came to sit with Koria, Jecca, Stave and Sela in the mess hall. This morning’s classes were not as bad as yesterday’s, and the workload was halved. “Good afternoon, girls.” Awin saw Stave’s face redden before he had a chance to include the younger boy in the greeting. “Hi Stave.” As they greeted him, Awin noticed Koria looked very pale, and she was just pushing around the salad with her fork. “Are you alright?” When she did not look at him or answer, he reached out to put a hand on her arm. “Kor?” “Huh?” Her head snapped up and she blinked at Awin. “Are you alright?” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m just… a little tired.” The truth was she did not feel well at all. The headache she had yesterday was back with a vengeance, and she was sure the poor night’s sleep did not help matters. She smiled at Awin’s look of concern. “I’m fine, really.” “Hello, everyone,” Aeona muttered as she sat next Stave and across from Koria. She picked up her sandwich and asked casually before taking a bite, “So, how did your planning session go?” The tow-headed teenager looked at the newcomer, trying to focus with the little lights floating before her eyes. Rubbing her forehead, Koria replied wearily, “Well, without input from everyone, all we could come up with is a preliminary plan of doing our best in our studies and stick together. We can then talk to some of the initiates to see why they don’t like us.” “Actually, I spoke to three of them.” Stave piped up. He blushed slightly when everyone looked at him. “Um, when I left early, three initiates stopped me in the hall.” He swallowed nervously when he noticed the tension rise. “They only wanted to talk. They confirmed what you said, Koria, that they are worried about us interfering with them being picked as padawans. Did you all know that if initiates aren’t picked by the time they’re thirteen, they are shipped off to something called Agri Corps… and this exchange program does not postpone that deadline for them.” “That’s not fair,” Jecca protested. “No wonder some of the older initiates are hostile.” Koria spoke thoughtfully as she put down her fork. She was not going to eat any thing else right now anyway, since she was beginning to feel nauseous. “Well, there’s not much we can do about it. We were invited here, and I for one like the opportunity to learn how the jedi live. Surely there are enough masters and knights who can take in these initiates who aren’t taking part in the exchange program. There are only… what… seven who don’t already have a padawan, right?” "Wrong." Aeona said, finishing her sandwich, "…I was sneaking around on their side of the Temple last night," she beamed when she saw the looks on their faces, "and even though there aren't many initiates left who are our age, there are tons who are a lot younger. Tons and tons of young, impressionable kids who're looking to the older ones for guidance. Think about that." “All the more reason to try to make friends with them. Show them we aren’t the threat they seem to make us out to be.” Koria responded. “Yeah,” Jecca agreed. “Yesterday you sounded like you wanted to have a gang war.” “We may not have a choice,” Stave interjected quietly. “The three I spoke with seemed nice, but they said there are others who were willing to do anything to get rid of us.” Aeona nodded at him. "I didn't get a chance to see them gather, but it sounded like they were pretty organized. The person who seems to be in charge is a girl named Sienna. I didn't see her, but it shouldn't be hard to identify her now that we've got a name. So if we want to get rid of them quickly, going after her would be the best idea." “Listen to me!” Koria stood quickly in agitation and regretted it as she felt uncomfortably dizzy. She put her hands on the table to steady herself and looked at Aeona. “I understand what you’re saying, and if being nice to them doesn’t help, then we should try more… aggressive negotiations… but not until we’ve tried a more peaceful solution. We need to be united in this or it won’t work. If like you said, they are organized, we need to have a united front. We have a chance with this picnic this afternoon to make a friendly overture. Please, don’t do anything to sabotage that. If it doesn’t work we can work out a way to do something more affective.” Aeona narrowed her eyes, but kept on eating her food, trying not to show that the other girl surprised her in any way. “Fine, Iwon’t do anything to ruin your plan, even though I can tell you right now, it won’t work. They don’t want to make friends.” “I can’t believe they all hate us.” Jecca spoke quietly. This talk about possibly fighting with the initiates disconcerted her. “They don’t,” Stave stated. “The three who spoke to me didn’t, even though they were worried about being sent away in disgrace. They warned me about the others.” “Did they say what the others were planning?” Awin asked. Stave shook his head. “They didn’t get a chance. Knight Ieron came in at that point.” He conveniently left out the part where they nearly came to blows and the fact that later he asked Ieron about the agri corps. “So, which ones are the…” Aeona put up two fingers on each hand, “… friendly initiates.” “Zallie Jinn, Jerann Surrik and Jibev.” Stave frowned. He had not seen them in the classes this morning, though he had remembered seeing them in yesterday’s classes. "Hm." Aeona nodded her head, "Well someone should keep an eye on those three. They're the ones to watch out for. I mean, if I was trying to run a group of people out of some area, I'd start by getting a few of my own guys into their group to mess with 'em from the inside." “I know that tactic well.” Stave confirmed. “I’ve been the recipient of that trick as well as a plethora of other bully hijinx. I’m an easy target, after all. I don’t think that is what they’re up to… but, they were nervous about being caught by the others, so I guess they might possibly be bullied as well into doing that against their will.” He grinned as he thought of something. “Though I don’t think any initiate is big enough to bully Jibev… she’s a Wookie.” “Ok then, we extend our hands in friendship during the picnic, and keep our eyes peeled for any tricks. If that doesn’t work, we can all get together to make other plans, right?” Koria looked at Aeona. Aeona nodded. “Yeah, right.” Part of her still wanted to deck the girl, but also there was a grudging respect forming. Please let the offer of friendship work! Jecca thought to herself. She had a really bad feeling about this. After the students finished eating, they parted. To Stave’s disgust, Awin insisted on walking with him. Jecca and Koria were going to go to Master McCal’s apartment to work out a set of songs they would play, but the later turned to her friend, “I’ll meet you there, in a few minutes.” Koria rushed to catch up to Aeona, “Can we talk for a moment?” The smaller student rolled her eyes. “What is it?” “I know we started out on the wrong foot, and I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I would like to put that behind us if we can.” She smiled shakily as she offered her right hand to shake, and then remembered how Aeona had refused to shake hands before. She turned the gesture into an awkward shrug as she brought the same hand up to put a stray lock of long white hair behind her ears. “I think we can be a good team.” Aeona did not respond immediately, and Koria began to worry that she'd said the wrong thing. But finally the girl spoke, "I think we're gonna have to be a good team no matter what, if we want to get through this. Look:" Aeona turned and faced her, "I don't like you. Not some specific aspect or thing you did, just you in general. It's nothing personal; you are who you are. Whatever. But I'll do everything in my power to try and tolerate you, okay? I'll help you out, you'll help me out, and that'll be that. Things'll stay cool. But keep trying this hard to be 'best buds' with me and it'll just piss me off. Got it? Great." she turned to head off, then paused, "By the way, you should do something about that headache. It makes you look weak if you're constantly grabing your forehead like that." she smirked, "See? I'm helping you already. See you at the picnic, Koria." “Yeah… seeya.” Koria watched as Aeona headed away. I wasn’t trying to be ‘best buds’, just trying to put the hostility behind us, she then wondered if she came across as that ditzy. Shrugging, she decided she did not really care right now, because Aeona got one thing right… she really needed to get rid of that damned headache. She headed back to the apartment. Perhaps working on the music with Jecca will help. ACK, I double posted again! Well, at least we got a decent up. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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The Musical Jedi Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/10/08 5:27pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	ID: 0106330 Recorded 08:04:12 Received 08:04:17 [female voice speaks] Contact was made yesterday with the associate who led me to one of the cells involved in the gang. It seems I've been placed somewhere in the middle ranking of the organization; I was introduced to a few of the leaders of other gangs that function under the same banner. I sensed that this was more for them to be able to identify me should I turn out to be less of an ally than for my own benefit. I was given shared quarters on one of the lower Corsucanti levels – I was glad I wasn't shipped off-planet, even if our intel indicated they function almost exclusively here. From what I can tell, the organization is less organized than CorSec believes – this is less a militant, structured organization than it is a bunch of ragtag factions benefiting from the name of the whole. And not all factions appear created equal. It is currently unclear what my role within the group will be. Per my orders, I will fulfill whatever function I can to make myself useful and integrate myself into the group. I hope to make weekly reports, although that will also be dependent on when I can get away to submit them unobtrusively. I will do what I can, remembering that my ultimate objective is to ingratiate myself. I will continue to record them even if I don't have an opportunity to submit them. Signing off. [recording clicks off] ID: 0106330 Recorded 08:04:19 Received 08:04:21 [female voice speaks] First week has gone well. I've been learning to race swoops initially, as the last serious racer in my cell was killed a month or so ago. The group leader seems impressed by my "good instincts." [chuckle] I think he hopes to make some money come the races in a few weeks. However, he says that I shouldn't get used to racing. They are looking for someone else, hoping to use me elsewhere. He hasn't said where – I'm unclear as to what he means by this. I have not met the Target yet. Questions aren't appropriate, given my low ranking. I've not met anyone outside of my cell since the initial introduction, and my inclusion in the organization was clearly not something meriting the Target's attention. As indicated in the briefing, this will most likely be a long-term position in order to achieve my objectives. I seem to get on well with the others in my cell. My hope is to continuing making friendships, especially with others outside our group. I will have to bide my time for better opportunities though. Signing off. [recording clicks off] Ieron pulled the earbuds out of her ears, reaching over to click off the recording. Her own voice – unfamiliar in both how she sounded and what she'd said – still rang in her ears, the reports she'd sent to the Council seeming so sanitized and stripped of their humanity. What she had told the Council was not how she remembered those first few days at all – the lower levels had seemed unendingly dark to her, and everything had been damp. With little effort, she could smell the musty, thick air, almost murky enough to scatter the light from the failing light banks that were scattered around like rare subterranean flowers. The Jedi Knight drummed her fingers on the table in the First Hall of the Archives, enjoying the hollow, echoing sound it made as the waves bounced off the surrounding shelves of datacards. Anything that drowned out the sound of her own voice, so optimistic on her first solo mission. Beside her sat her datapad and lightpen. Ieron had intended to take notes, formulating them into a request to be put back on the active duty roster, even if it was as a Jedi Investigator. She wasn't sure she wanted to resume that particular position – that might be a little much – but the Jedi was starting to feel confined, even within the large Temple. Tobias's recommendation had been to work on a report to submit to the Council with her request, something that indicated she'd contemplate her last – as well as first and only – mission, meditated on what had gone wrong, and come up with some kind of plan to prevent it from reoccurring. Which, in Ieron's mind, was ludicrous. What had gone wrong had very little to do with her own behavior and more to do with the dictates of the Council tying her hands. Of course, that wasn't really what the Council wanted to hear. While opinionated, Ieron preferred to think she wasn't stupid. Looking at the blank screen, Ieron sighed and shut down the program, slipping the datapad into its pocket on her utility belt. Her hand brushed by her lightsaber, and Ieron unclipped it from the belt, taking a moment to study the weapon. At first, that had been the hardest part for her, when she'd gone into the bowels of Coruscant – leaving her lightsaber behind. Despite being proficient at any number of other forms of combat, not having her lightsaber had made her feel vulnerable. Her hand tightened around the hilt, clenched hard enough to turn her knuckles white. On her dresser in her quarters was Ken-Biu's lightsaber, his one request, she'd found out later, than she should have it should something happen on Alderaan. And she remembered stonily dropping Ane's in the center of the Council Chamber, refusing to say anything after she'd come back, the metal hilt resonating as it connected with the tile, eventually lying still on the floor. This was going to be harder than she'd expected. -----signature----- Hold your own Know your name Go your own way A Moment's Deliverance: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30573115
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 3/10/08 6:09pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Nice! I get the impression that, in a previous life, Ieron was a character from the film, "The Departed" -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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The Musical Jedi Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/10/08 6:16pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 3/10/08 6:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: The Musical Jedi
	Which character? I want to make sure I'm writing the right one. BTW, that's a fantastic movie. -----signature----- Hold your own Know your name Go your own way A Moment's Deliverance: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30573115
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