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Idrelle_Miocovani Title: Solar Power loving Scattergories Hostess Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 4/25 10:57am Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 46: Holodrama (Luke, Pilots)]
	Oh, that was priceless. My Father has an Anger Management Problem -----signature----- "Shouldn't we be doing something... constructive?" "What did you have in mind? A short, blunt human pyramid?" NaNoWriMo: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/462992 This Time Around: http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1162416 Ish's Padawan
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/25 1:02pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 46: Holodrama (Luke, Pilots)]
	LOL!! I think Luke's father's definitely got some anger management problems to deal with too. He takes out agression by chopping his son's hand off with a lightsaber. Great job!! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/26 3:12pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 46: Holodrama (Luke, Pilots)]
	Idrelle, dancing_star: Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it and the humor came through. * Day 47: The Clear of the Night (H/L, Luke) * Leia shook her head to rid it of the pervasive cloudiness that had overcome it since the ending of the day’s events. Her body had run out of adrenaline… no more struggle to rid the Galaxy of the Imperials, no more going on wild speeder chases, no more worrying about Luke and where he’d gotten off to. No more unnerving revelations, and no more worrying if Han was going to take what she had to say well. And as the final connection that would bring about a short circuit, there was no more commotion in the Ewok village. There were people still awake, true—but the atmosphere was much more subdued. No more dancing in the clearings and loud drumming to keep her awake. She nuzzled her nose under Han’s neck, breathing in his scent and hugging him close. The air was getting chillier. He was warm, and gave back her embrace with a kiss on her forehead. She didn’t expect him to hold her all night like this, but it was the most comfortable thing at the moment, and he didn’t seem to mind. Giving a little sigh, she kissed the inside of his neck and nuzzled in further. Leia must have dozed off for a few minutes, because when she awoke Han was asleep himself, his head on her shoulder, She hugged him tighter and let him sleep, lifting her eyes to see whether anyone else was still awake. Whether through her eyes or some other sense she couldn’t tell, but she knew Luke was still walking around the camp, eyes open, thinking, not willing to sleep. He didn’t seem haunted, not quite anymore—more like an inability to give the day up, not knowing what was next. Not knowing what would happen to him. It’ll be okay, little brother, she thought. Better than okay. You just wait and see. She smiled. I’ll make sure of that. Understand? You’re not alone. For whatever reason, he looked her way, smiled, and lay his back against one of the massive trees. And before he closed his eyes, she thought she heard back, Like I’ll be there for you, sister. Thank you. And they both fell asleep. -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/26 4:13pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 47: The Clear of the Night (H/L, Luke)]
	Whether through her eyes or some other sense she couldn’t tell, but she knew Luke was still walking around the camp, eyes open, thinking, not willing to sleep. He didn’t seem haunted, not quite anymore—more like an inability to give the day up, not knowing what was next. Not knowing what would happen to him. It’ll be okay, little brother, she thought. Better than okay. You just wait and see. She smiled. I’ll make sure of that. Understand? You’re not alone. For whatever reason, he looked her way, smiled, and lay his back against one of the massive trees. And before he closed his eyes, she thought she heard back, Like I’ll be there for you, sister. Thank you. And they both fell asleep. Lovely! Just beautiful! And so sweet! I LOVED it!!! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/27 5:26pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 47: The Clear of the Night (H/L, Luke)]
	dancing_star: Thank you so very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much * Day 48: A Whisper is a Storm * Obi-Wan, tired and wounded, rushes over to his old friend, helping her into the chair of her spaceship. She leans in, mouths a few barely audible words: ‘There is still good in him.” He turns to Artoo-deetoo. “Get her to the closest medical facility there is,” he tells the droid, “quickly. I have a job to do here.”. The droid whistles, Obi-Wan steps away, and the shiny spaceship takes off. He runs painfully back towards the place he had left, having to take the long way around due to the cracking lava. When he gets there, the ‘Emperor’ is already there… and he orders his medical droids to attend to him and ready him for medical attention. Appendages lopped off… the scene brings deja-vu to the Jedi’s mind, and the realization that it was his own doing. At least half his own doing, in any case. In either situation, Anakin is neither living nor dead; he is in some sort of limbo, a suspension of time, and Obi-Wan must be there when that suspension is broken. He finds his way onto Palpatine’s ship the same way as he did Padme’s. Same, but not… two roads, and he must choose the right one. He managed to find his way into the medical compound, his thoughts always with Padme as well. May she be well. As he meditated, Anakin began to be rebuilt again behind the glass Obi-Wan his behind. Anakin gained strength. From what little Obi-Wan could read, his psychological state was no better than the painful moanings of the living Force which the Jedi constantly sensed, dark thunderheads streaming across the disc of the galaxy. Finally, the droids were done and Palpatine came into the operating room. “Where is Padme,” Anakin asked. And the Sith gave him a devastating answer—he had killed her. The wall of despair that emanated from his former padawan was the most painful thing Obi-Wan had ever heard. Something in him prompted him to act. The bond that had united them as Master and Padawan was weak, but at this distance it was still usable. He flung images—Padme whispering that there was still good in him. His own experience of viewing the surveillance tapes in incredulity, and telling Anakin that he was still his brother. Telling Yoda to send him against Palpatine instead. And as he slipped into deeper meditation he was himself flung an image—that of two young, healhy infants. It could only be the will of the Force that he pass that image on. At first it didn’t seem to be working; Anakin was like a black hole of despair. And then incredibly, sanity returned to his aura, little by little. The anger, however did not leave. It was as if Obi-Wan had dumped a bucket of cold water over his head and removed a fever. The floor under Palpatine’s feet began to crumble. So did the ceiling above Anakin. Palpatine was floating on a chunk of floor, calling down the ceiling, although Anakin’s new armor protected him to a degree. Palpatine was reaching for something under his cloak, and Anakin didn’t have a lightsaber. Obi-Wan opened the door with difficulty, and threw Anakin the lightsaber he’d picked up from the sizzling bank on Mustafar. Then he ignited his own. The Emperor looked up to realize that his apprentice had turned a lightsaber on him and the battle had turned into two Jedi against one Sith. His smile vanished from his face permanently. -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/28 3:33am Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 48: A Whisper is a Storm (ROTS AU)]
	Obi-Wan opened the door with difficulty, and threw Anakin the lightsaber he’d picked up from the sizzling bank on Mustafar. Then he ignited his own. The Emperor looked up to realize that his apprentice had turned a lightsaber on him and the battle had turned into two Jedi against one Sith. His smile vanished from his face permanently. Yeah! Get that evil Palpatine! This was excellent! Great job! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/28 3:10pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 48: A Whisper is a Storm (ROTS AU)]
	dancing_star: Thank you very much! I enjoyed taking care of Palps myself * Day 49: A Proper Jedi (Obi-Wan, Luke, Yoda, Vader... OT+PT) * “Simple the passage is, Obi-Wan. It means no more than it says,” Master Yoda told the young Jedi. “To look without, not within—extend your senses outward, including your sense of the world… your Jedi sense. Feel it. See far, even to the future. Even to the past. Concentrate not on that which comes to your inner center, Obi-Wan, but what is presented to you. Visions, imagination, none of this should be present when you look.” Obi-Wan nodded. “Purge my mind of emotion when I attempt to read the visions, and push outward. I understand. The small green Jedi teaching him smiled approvingly. * Feeling his Master dying through their bond, Obi-Wan extended his senses outward, hoping to find something to guide him to make sense of this battle. He needed more information than his senses were taking in. It was the only way he could defeat this… he didn’t even know what it was, that was how poorly he was taking in his surroundings. He contacted hate… pure hate. It was a virus, infectious, hot, and it found a purchase point in him. He could not wrench his mind from it or control it and before he knew it, the red and black, horned creature was falling from his blue lightsaber into the abyss. * “Push out with your feelings, Ben told Luke. The boy deflected the beam despite the opaque helmet. “Good! You’ve made your first step into a larger world.” *** Catching his breath, Luke stood still in a rare moment of calm within the battle, catching his breath. I feel your anger, boy. Strike me down with your hate and your journey toward the dark side will be complete. I will not fight you, father. He was doing exactly as he had been told to do. He had been tricked into this fight. He extended his senses, and caught tendrils of enjoyment and tendrils of self-doubt. They were too muddied to tell which belonged to whom, but they made him nauseous with the realization of what he had been doing. And he threw away his lightsaber. “You have failed, ” he said. “I am a Jedi like my father before me.” “So be it. Jedi.” -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/28 3:58pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 49: A Proper Jedi (Obi-Wan, Luke, Yoda, Vader...)]
	Catching his breath, Luke stood still in a rare moment of calm within the battle, catching his breath. I feel your anger, boy. Strike me down with your hate and your journey toward the dark side will be complete. I will not fight you, father. He was doing exactly as he had been told to do. He had been tricked into this fight. He extended his senses, and caught tendrils of enjoyment and tendrils of self-doubt. They were too muddied to tell which belonged to whom, but they made him nauseous with the realization of what he had been doing. And he threw away his lightsaber. “You have failed, ” he said. “I am a Jedi like my father before me.” Loved it!! Always loved that part where Luke realizes what's he's becoming/doing and throws his lightsaber away. Awesome! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/29 1:37pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 49: A Proper Jedi (Obi-Wan, Luke, Yoda, Vader...)]
	dancing_star: Thanks again [face_heart] Yeah, it's such a great moment. * Day 50: I Was Thinking More Of A Black (Luke, OC) * Luke slipped in the north entrance to the shop, having taken the shadiest route to the place he could find. His skin hadn’t had time to tan, and he hadn’t forgotten how easily a person as light-skinned as he was could burn on Tatooine. He’d have time to search out a local herbalist for sun-ointment later. The proprietor of this shop, a tall man with dark hair and clothing that looked like it would be more at home on Lando than Luke, squinted at him, assessing the tan homespun he’d gotten Artoo to find for him first so he would fit in. The man almost seemed like he was going to laugh, but caught himself. The way the shop had an air of emptiness, it didn’t look like he could afford to lose any business. “You are in the market for clothing?,” he asked. Fairly obvious, Luke thought, but didn’t say. “Right. I’d like something I can move around in, close-fitting, though. Can you do that?” “Mmm, I think so…” The man brought Luke to a rack of tees and stretchy pants that were obviously meant as exercise clothing. “I meant something more formal. One piece, maybe?” The shop-owner pursed his lips, and came out with a creation something like a military jumpsuit in orange. It reminded Luke of the jumpsuit he wore in his X-Wing, which definitely wasn’t what he had in mind. He shook his head. “No, something like a more fitted, formal jumpsuit, with some give so I can move in it… do you have a scriber?” The shop owner did. Luke scribbled down the sort of thing he had in mind, at which the man nodded. “Yes, I think I could make something like that…” He looked Luke over, scratching his chin. “Off-white, maybe, or olive? Dusky blue could be nice…” “I was thinking more of a black,” Luke explained. The man couldn’t help laughing this time, although he tried. “But black!… that would completely overwhelm you, wash out your features…” “Black. Trust me.” Luke sighed. How hard was it to get a simple black jumpsuit? The tailor stopped laughing, coughed, and agreed. Then he started measuring. -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/29 5:21pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 50: I Was Thinking More of a Black... (Luke, OC, Humor
	Loved it!! Wonderful job!! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/30 12:39pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 50: I Was Thinking More of a Black... (Luke, OC, Humor
	Thanks again and so glad you liked it, dancing_star. I had my final meeting with my committee on my paper, and I'm approved I'm a huge procrastinator, so this is a big relief * Day 51: Almost There, but Not Quite (Anakin) * You mean you’ve never even finished? The phrase had hit Anakin like a physical blow. Padme was right. How could he possibly win this race? He would let the Jedi down, he’d let the Queen who was depending on him to help her people down. He’d let Padme down. And all because he got this notion in his head that this time, this time, it would be different, because he wanted it to be different. Sure, the pod was different. He built it himself. He did everything he possibly could to make it fast. Kitster had laughed at it. After this last dust-up with Sebulba, the dug would be ten times as likely to target him. And then he thought back to the last race. It had been a near thing, Sebulba had only taken him out at the last minute… and he knew he’d made the new pod better than the last. No matter how it looked on the outside. If he could just get ahead of Sebulba, he’d win. He would finish the race this time. Not only finish, he’d win. Maybe a few last-minute adjustments would help… “Threepio! Could you hand me that wrench?” -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/30 12:54pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 51: Almost but Not Quite (Anakin)]
	He would finish the race this time. Not only finish, he’d win. Maybe a few last-minute adjustments would help… “Threepio! Could you hand me that wrench?” That's right Anakin! Think positive! And a big congratulations to YOU, Shrunken!! That's great!! Wonderful job!! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 5/1 10:39am Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 51: Almost but Not Quite (Anakin)]
	Thanks, dancing_star-- on both fronts! * Day 52: Paradise Lost (Han) * The first time Han Solo saw Tatooine it looked like paradise. Sun every day, all day, all year. The locals were helpful, cheerful even. They didn’t care that he’d grown up in a pretty rough area, taking care of himself. No imperials breathing down a smuggler’s neck. Nobody interested in his business at all. Except the Hutts. He soon found out that they ran everything. That’s why nobody cared about smuggling on Tatooine. The place was run by the same people who were contracting the smugglers. But he still didn’t care—it was good money, a good haven. The Hutts loved him. Why not? He was one of the best, him and the Falcon. Until he dropped a shipment he couldn’t pay for to run from the Imps. Until he took up with Luke and the Princess and dodged bounty hunters with a thirst for his hide turning over every asteroid. It looked like even the Imperials themselves were getting in on the action—or was the Falcon now classed in their databanks as an enemy ship? Well, he had taken out Vader himself that one time… Until he got betrayed by a man he’d been proud to call friend. If Han Solo ever saw Tatooine again, it would be one time too many -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 5/1 12:52pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 52: Paradise Lost (Han)]
	If Han Solo ever saw Tatooine again, it would be one time too many I think Luke would agree. Great job on this! I really enjoyed it! (as usual ) -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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ShrunkenJedi Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 5/3 3:47pm Subject: RE: Shrunken's Daily Drabbles/Vignettes: [Day 52: Paradise Lost (Han)]
	Thank you so much for your constant support, dancing_star I'm going to take this thread on hiatus for a little while... trying to craft a new scenario every single day is getting to be a little bit draining -----signature----- More work to be done, but proud to be an American again! Fanficcer and Fanartist-- check the profile! My New Drabbles and Viggies: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28153417/
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