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Flowerlady
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Going Beyond Friendship - Romance, Angst, novel - Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra/Rostek Horn, updated 8/6
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(This is the first thing I've ever posted in the Saga Board.... Please be nice...  )
Title: Going Beyond Friendship
Author: Flowerlady
Genre: Romance, Angst, Novel
Timeframe: Pre- to Post- Clone Wars
Characters: (association is at introduction in the story)
Adelyn Mallane, Engineer/ Ship designer
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight
Nejaa Halcyon, Jedi Master
Nyche Karath, university student
Rostek Horn, Lieutenant, Corellian Security
Scerra Mallane, Teacher
Valin Halcyon (Hal Horn), Child
Yarlet Jenaves, Captain, Corellian Security
(More may be added as they are introduced)
Disclaimer:
The universe and the characters belong to George Lucas and/or the authors who created them. I am not receiving anything but the pleasure of playing in George’s sandbox.
Summary:
Corran Horn grew up believing he knew his family’s history. Then he discovered that what he knew was a lie. The man he thought was his grandfather wasn’t, and a man, a Jedi Master, he only heard about in guarded whispers was the real patriarch of his line.
This is the story that they never told Corran…
Nejaa Halcyon was a good-natured Jedi Master on the trail of a stolen Alderaanian painting, which he followed to his home planet of Corellia. There he met and was paired with CorSec Lieutenant Rostek Horn. They immediately hit it off, and Ros never hesitated at introducing the Jedi to a woman he considered as close as a sister, Scerra Mallane. What he never expected was that the Jedi and the school teacher would fall in love, or that in his desire to protect his friends, he would be embroiled in an elaborate lie that would span 25 years. Nor did he ever expect that his pretending to be her husband and her son’s father would have to become a reality to save their lives.
This is the story of three friends and the ruse that put them on a collision course that would test their friendship, fidelity, love and honor…
Author’s Notes:
First off, I would like to thank the The Force. Net Literature Board thread Horn/Halcyon confusion posted by user Iverna for the inspiration. Secondly, I’d like to give credit to Havac and Dawud786 for actually giving me the plot bunny from their responses within the thread. They have given me consent to use their ideas as my basis for this story. Thanks guys!!!
I’ve taken some liberties with Scerra and Nyche Horn. I gave them both “maiden” last names and fleshed them out, so in essence, they’re OCs with canon names. I’ve also used my own idea of when I think Valin Halcyon was born. No, I do not think he was only thirteen when his wife had Corran.
I’ve strived to keep this as canon compliant as possible, and I’ve based some things on information found in Wookieepedia, as well as other sources. However, I will bend certain things to fit my story.
Enjoy!!
Going Beyond Friendship
They never intended to fall in love…
Chapter 1
43 BBY
North Side Academy, Coronet City, Corellia
It was just another day in the life of elementary school teacher Scerra Mallane. Some days she was excited at the prospect of meeting the shining young faces of her twenty students, all wealthy, mostly human nine-year-olds. However, other days, Scerra wondered if she’d make it through. Sighing, she punched in the code to open her third year class room. She loved her students and teaching, but there were some days that she felt very lonely. This was one of those days.
The door swooshed open allowing her to enter. Then remained open as she liked it even on days such as today when she wouldn’t have students in her classroom. The automatic lights came on as she weaved her way around the small green panted desks to her orderly larger desk in the far corner. The room was like most Corellian classrooms. Holocharts and computers lined the walls. Built into each of the paired desks was a datapad, and on low shelves were storage containers of datadisks.
After sitting down and starting her datapad, she looked at the droid in its slot and dreaded activating it. She knew Bookie would insist on discussing the upcoming curriculum meeting with the dean of the prestigious North Side Academy.
Deciding she could wait before activating the droid, Scerra began to page through lesson plans from previous years. Although she didn’t want think about the meeting she had in two days, she did have to figure out what she was going to present to Dean Klissinger. It would be easier with Bookie, but she wanted the peace of the empty classroom, and needed the distraction of doing the work herself right now.
She glanced once more at the protocol droid with a mix of affection and frustration, and wondered if, in the five years she’d been teaching, would she be as good as she was without it. She always let her students rename the droid every session. It was her way of making the droid their own. This cycle the winning name was Bookie. He had been named everything from Hyperspace to Droid. Some years the children were very creative, other years they didn’t really care. She always kept the name the children voted on for the silver education droid. Sometimes by the second month of school the kids weren’t too pleased with their choice, but she never changed the name, until she wiped it from his memory for the next session. It was a lesson in learning to live with the consequences of your actions.
In four months Bookie would again get a new name from a new group of students. It was for this upcoming session that she had to do the curriculum planning. Every year, the school insisted on a new curriculum plan for the upcoming session from each teacher. It was to prevent them from becoming stale and to maintain North Side’s status as the top school in all of Corellia.
She had been teaching here since she graduated, at the top of her class, from Corellia University five years ago. She was lucky to be hired on at the private school immediately after graduation without any experience. She earned a decent salary and had status as a North Side teacher, though that didn’t really mean much to certain people. This was the academy most of Corellia’s leaders sent their children. Her first year as a teacher she had the honor of teaching the prime minister’s daughter.
She was happy here, but her mother kept insisting that she needed to move on. Despite the fact that every being had to be taught by someone, teaching wasn’t a career that anyone aspired to. Most people, like her mother, felt droids could do the job. In these small minds, the art and science of teaching was only a few steps above being a cantina dancer.
That was really what was bothering her. Was her mother right? Was she wasting her life doing a job a droid could do?
She glanced once more at Bookie. No, and she would prove that she was a far better teacher than he’d ever be. Turning back to her datapad with renewed determination, Scerra decided she’d prove it by giving the dean a plan for next session’s curriculum that would simply amaze him.
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Conference Room, CorSec Headquarters, Coronet City, Corellia
“Lieutenant Rostek Horn,” Captain Yarlet Jenaves said indicating Rostek. Widely smiling, he turned to the Jedi and added, “Master Nejaa Halcyon.”
Rostek smiled and shook the Jedi’s hand, surprised by the firmness of the man’s grip. He had worked with Jedi before, but not for a few years. As he broke the handshake, he said, “Please, call me Ros.”
Nejaa gave him an easy lopsided grin and replied, “And please call me Nejaa. The master thing can get annoying at times, especially when one is trying not to announce to the galaxy he is a Jedi.”
“I bet.” Ros took measure of the Jedi Master. He guessed him to be slightly older than his own 35 standard years. He wore the traditional dark green robes common to Corellian Jedi, but had simple dark brown trousers, a simple Corellian cut shirt underneath, and scuffed, worn black boots. Ros got the impression that he only donned the robe for this meeting. His long hair was tied at his nape and was dark brown, almost black. His hazel eyes were steady as they regarded him with the same intensity Ros was giving the Jedi. The only weapon he carried was his lightsaber which was tucked away in his belt under his robe and out of sight. Ros only got a glimpse of it because he was looking for it. After only taking a few heartbeats to gather this information, Ros said matter-of-factly, “Something big must be happening if the Jedi are in on it.”
Before Nejaa could respond, Jenaves gestured toward the simple drab metal conference table. “Please, gentleman, have a seat.”
Ros looked around when he heard a familiar beep, in the corner stood a basic R-2 unit. They were often used, not only as astromechs, but as data analyzers, for data and evidence storage and many other police activities which went far beyond being the co-pilot in a starfighter. He easily recognized the unit as Ristoo, his own droid. The droid beeped at him again as Ros and the others sat at the table. As Ros smiled at the green and red droid, he commented, “Nice to see you too, Ristoo. I get the feeling you already know what’s going on.”
Yarlet responded, “Yes, the droid has been uploaded with the mission perimeters. And only he, you and I know about them. As far as anyone is concerned this investigation never happened.”
“Oh, I love those,” said Ros dryly. He turned to the Jedi and pointedly inquired, “Okay. So, Jedi, what’s going on? Now what can’t you golden boys handle on your own that you’d come crawling to CorSec for help?”
Nejaa raised a brow and grinned that lopsided smirk. “Inquisitive, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, it keeps me alive by not taking suicide missions.”
“Horn! That will be enough.”
“Sorry, Captain,” Ros relented contritely.
“Master Halcyon, if you will please explain the particulars to Lieutenant Horn before he finds himself patrolling the refuse collection areas of our fine city for the next six months.” As the captain spoke he looked sharply at Ros.
“Yes, well,” Nejaa smiled again as he said, “you are right, Ros, I do need CorSec’s help and it has to be kept secret. I’ve been following an art thief for the past ten months.”
“Doesn’t sound like the Jedi’s usual chore, chasing ordinary thieves.” Ros shifted on his chair. Something smelled as bad as those garbage heaps Yarlet threatened to put him in charge of. “I thought you guys never got involved with local law enforcement. Or was it Jedi art that was stolen?”
“No, not Jedi art. And usually, we don’t get involved. But when art is stolen from the summer home of a member of the noble Anderaanian Antilles family and a forgery finds its way to the Chandrila Museum of Art, we’ll get involved. The painting had just been commissioned and hadn’t even been de-crated before it was taken.”
Ros sat leaned in over his arms. “Okay. Let me guess. This painting had never been seen before. So when the museum agent seen it, they thought they were getting a great deal. I bet the artist is some well known who has a great name for themselves. The real art then shows up on Corellia—probably in the possession of someone important. And now you need CorSec to help you sniff out either the evidence that would prove that person paid someone to steal it, or whether they are being duped.”
“Very impressive deduction, Lieutenant Horn. Yes, that pretty much sums it up.” Nejaa sniggered as he looked at Yarlet. “You did say you would team me up with the best, Captain.”
“Hey, Horn has an attitude as big as a Hutt, but he knows what he’s doing.”
Ros grinned smugly at his captain, and, despite his threats, Ros’s friend. “Well, that is why you’d never leave me in the garbage heaps for long. I’d know too many secrets of too many influential people, including you. It’s best to keep me where you can see me. Right, Cap?” Then he turned to Nejaa and asked, “So, how much is this painting worth?”
Nejaa pulled a datadisk from his pocket. Using the holoprojector in the center of the table, he called up an image. Suddenly, floating over the surface was a hologram of a painting of what appeared to be a royal wedding of two very young humans.
“This is actually a holo of the forgery of The Coming Together and is an artist’s interpretation of the marriage between the Organa and Antilles families. The Aderaanian noble Ostus Antilles was planning on presenting it to his granddaughter Princess Breha and her new husband Prince Bail Organa as a post-wedding gift. Because it is from the famous painter Ardan Misk, it’s worth a quarter million credits.”
“Whoa…That’s one hell of an expensive wedding holo. I hope it lasts,” exclaimed Ros as he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So, a forgery finds its way into the Chandrila Museum?” Yarlet shook his head and went on, “But you’d think the agent doing the buying would have wondered why a painting of the future rulers of Aderaan would be on the open market.”
“True.” Nejaa said as he explained. “Unfortunately, the agent disappeared before I could question her. My intuition tells me that she was part of the deal. She’d buy the forgery for the museum and afterward run off with the thief with the real painting and the credits from the sale.”
“What did the museum lose over this deal?”
“Two-hundred-thousand credits,” Nejaa answered Ros’s question. “Thus, the reason the Jedi was asked to assist in finding the thief. Aderaan’s royal family is out its very expensive painting, and the Chandrila government’s been swindled and embarrassed.”
“And now it shows up on Corellia.” Ros smiled. “Well, you’ve come to the best. We’ll find your missing painting, Master Halcyon.”
“I hope so. I’d hate to see the head of Corellian Engineering be caught up in a stolen art scandal.”
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Raging Ranto Cantina, Near CorSec Headquarters
He followed the younger CorSec lieutenant into the smoky interior of the busy cantina, taking in his friendly greetings to pair of passing officers. They had been working together for three days on the case of the stolen art, until Ros suddenly got a call from a friend who asked to meet him at the local CorSec hangout. Since it was dinner time anyway, Ros invited him along. Nejaa had taken a liking to the outspoken, good-humored detective, and could easily see why Ros Horn was so well liked and respected by his fellow officers.
Nejaa had traded his Jedi robes in for a more non-descript outfit of plain trousers, white shirt and a long cape. The only weapon he ever carried was his lightsaber, which was tucked in his belt and partly concealed by the cape. All in all, with his long hair and scuffed boots, Nejaa looked the complete opposite to Ros Horn’s tidy dark uniform and polished boots.
But the way the two new partners dressed wasn’t the only differences. Ros was a half dozen centimeters taller than Nejaa and was leaner in stature. His light brown hair was cut short; his eyes were a bright and inquisitive blue. On his right thigh was holstered a CorSec service blaster which Nejaa was certain he would never want to be on the business end of.
“Hey, Ros!”
“Scerra!” Ros turned to Nejaa and said, “There she is. C’mon.”
As the two men shouldered their way through the crowd, Nejaa asked, raising his voice to be heard over the clatter of loud conversation, laughing and music, “This place is packed.”
Ros smiled over his shoulder. “It’s the last day of the work week for most folks. Also, the band playing tonight is pretty popular around here.” As Ros shoved his way past another off-duty CorSec officer, he patted the man on the back and said in greeting, “Hey, Jollen, nice to see that new wife lets you out sometimes.”
“Yeah, but I don’t mind having to run home either. She usually makes it worth it, if you know what I mean,” the other man said with a wink and big smile on his face.
Finally, they made it to a small round table in the corner not far from the dance floor. A band made up of Bith musicians and two Twi’leks female singers were setting up for their performance later. It was clearly obvious to Nejaa why the band was a hit among the mostly male patrons. He sniggered as he watched the two rare Lethan beauties dance around on the stage as they warmed-up, thinking they wouldn’t need to utter a sound to draw a crowd.
He turned away from them to watch as Ros disengaged from a friendly embrace with a young woman. She turned her smiling face from Ros, and her bright green eyes locked with Nejaa’s. Ros sat down on the chair beside her. She continued to stare at Nejaa. She was not the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, but there was something about her. She tucked a lock of her short dark auburn hair behind her ear, which Nejaa guessed was a nervous habit.
Finally, she broke the spell by looking away. At the same time, Nejaa recovered and sat in the chair across from her. She glanced back at him, smiled and asked, “Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Ros?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ros leaned back, gesturing to Nejaa. “Scerra, this is Jedi Master Nejaa Halcyon. He and I are doing some work together. Nejaa, this is Scerra Mallane. I saved her from a bully when she was still in diapers and we’ve been friends ever since.”
She playfully swatted Ros on the arm as she exclaimed, “You saved me? As I remember it, you were the one who put him up to it.” Then she turned an easy smile to Nejaa that lit her face. She held out her hand, as Nejaa took it to shake, she said, “Nice to meet you, Master Halcyon.”
Nejaa returned her smile with one of his lopsided grins. “Please, it’s just Nejaa. And the pleasure is all mine, Miss Mallane.”
She blushed as she pulled her hand from his. “Well, please, call me Scerra. I get Miss Mallane enough from my students.”
After ordering drinks and food, Ros said over the din, “How did your meeting go today?”
She sat her lum bottle down as she responded, “Actually it went well. I proved to myself that I can think without a droid, that’s for sure. Dean Klissinger was impressed. He wants to take my plan to the board of directors. He thinks it’s time to standardize things—using my ideas.”
“That’s great, Scerra,” said Ros. Then he added in a haughty tone. “Scerra is a teacher at the posh North Side Academy.”
“Ros, you make it sound like I’m a snob,” she countered and laughed.
“Teaching is a noble career,” Nejaa said in his calm, unassuming way. She turned to him and her entire presence seemed to bloom. “I admire anyone who can open young minds and fill them with knowledge.”
Ros rolled his eyes, but Nejaa ignored his new friend, and Scerra hadn’t seen the action at all, she was too focused on Nejaa. “Thank you, Nejaa. Not everyone thinks that way.”
“Well,” he said as he leaned back as the service droid sat his plate before him, “I, myself, have taught.”
“Really?”
“Yes, at the Academy. It isn’t as easy as some folks like to think.”
She held his gaze for a moment longer before he said, “This smells delicious. Ros, if it tastes half as good, my opinion of you will be evaluated some.”
Scerra’s laugh was nearly drowned out as the Twi’leks broke out in song. “Wow, Horn, he already knows you, huh?”
After the meal of spiceloaf and crisped tubers, they ordered another round of ales. The crowd was still loud, but most patrons were either watching the performance of the band, or were on the dance floor. Suddenly, Scerra regarded the two men at her table with an indignant stare.
Nejaa caught her expression and grinned. She was feeling left out. Many couples were out dancing on the wood floor, but no one dared approach her while she sat with a cop and a Jedi. After downing what was left in his ale bottle, he stood and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”
She graced him with one of her radiant smiles as she placed her hand in his. “Yes, you may. I was beginning to wonder if either one of you were going to get the message.” She pulled him out onto the floor and easily slid into his embrace with her arms around his neck. She then winked as she began to sway to the music. “Now, the question is, can the Jedi Master dance?”
He chuckled and swung her around. “A little late to wonder that, isn’t it?”
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First! 
I wondered if you were going to listen to the little bunny that seemed to have it's teeth into you over on Lit. I'm so glad you did.
The Horn/Halcyon family backstory has a ton of potential. I'm glad you've decided to tackle it and can't wait to see where you go with it.
If you doing PM's I'd love one, if not, then I'll keep an eye peeled.
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I love that the children get to name the droid every year 
Every year, the school insisted on a new curriculum plan for the new session from each teacher. It was to prevent them from becoming stale and to maintain North Side’s status as the top school in all of Corellia.
Oye. I hope I don't have to do that every year when I'm a teacher.
Nejaa gave him an easy lopsided grin and replied, “And please call me Nejaa. The master thing can get annoying at times, especially when one is trying not to announce to the galaxy he is a Jedi.”
Right away, I like Nejaa. I especially love how you put in a lopsided grin. I never really imagined what he'd be like too much, but I can definitely see that. Especially since he's Corellian
“Very impressive deduction, Lieutenant Horn. Yes, that pretty much sums it up.” Nejaa sniggered as he looked at Yarlet. “You did say you would team me up with the best, Captain.”
Yes, well, he must be the best if Nejaa was willing to borrow his last name for his son's. LOL Oh yes, and CorSec doesn't hire dummies
She was not the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, but there was something about her.
I really love that line, it makes it all so much more real
“Teaching is a noble career,” Nejaa said in his calm, unassuming way. She turned to him and her entire presence seemed to bloom. “I admire anyone who can open young minds and fill them with knowledge.”
Damn straight he does. Because Jedi do it all the time
Awww I bet she LOVED that though
“Yes, you may. I was beginning to wonder if either one of you were going to get the message.”
Jedi mind tricks and all 
I love this! It's really great, put me on the PM list, especially since I don't venture into the Saga to see the new updates.
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I'm glad that you decided to write something like this, Sara. I love the Horn story, and the family background in particular. I think that this will turn out to be a great story. Definitely keep sending me PMs for this. I'm looking forward to seeng where you take this.
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First off, thanks again for the credit and the PM! I really appreciate it. Now for the story itself:
This is so cool, to see you writing this! And so well, too. I'm really enjoying it. You're really good with characterisation and the whole story just flows. You've definitely managed to capture and hold my attention, which is always a very good sign!
I'm looking forward to reading more of this! Could you put me on the PM list, if you have one?
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canadianjedimama
First!
I wondered if you were going to listen to the little bunny that seemed to have it's teeth into you over on Lit. I'm so glad you did.
Yes, because the darn thing won't let me alone. But really I've been thinking of doing something like this for a long time. I just needed that little shove. It get the bunnies going.
The Horn/Halcyon family backstory has a ton of potential. I'm glad you've decided to tackle it and can't wait to see where you go with it.
It sure does. And because not much even known about the characters, it's pretty much like coming up with your own OCs. Not to mention the story itself.
If you doing PM's I'd love one, if not, then I'll keep an eye peeled.
I sure will...Thanks for reading... 
SWpants666
I love that the children get to name the droid every year
I thought that was a cute idea too...
Every year, the school insisted on a new curriculum plan for the new session from each teacher. It was to prevent them from becoming stale and to maintain North Side’s status as the top school in all of Corellia.
Oye. I hope I don't have to do that every year when I'm a teacher.
I doubt it, I know when I was teaching we didn't. But I'm really stretching things here...
Nejaa gave him an easy lopsided grin and replied, “And please call me Nejaa. The master thing can get annoying at times, especially when one is trying not to announce to the galaxy he is a Jedi.”
Right away, I like Nejaa. I especially love how you put in a lopsided grin. I never really imagined what he'd be like too much, but I can definitely see that. Especially since he's Corellian
I never did either, and it has been a while since I've read Jedi Trial, but I do remember thinking that he seemed to have a wry sense of humor and somehow that lopsided grin came to mind.
“Very impressive deduction, Lieutenant Horn. Yes, that pretty much sums it up.” Nejaa sniggered as he looked at Yarlet. “You did say you would team me up with the best, Captain.”
Yes, well, he must be the best if Nejaa was willing to borrow his last name for his son's. LOL Oh yes, and CorSec doesn't hire dummies
Well, Ros Horn is a little full of himself and as he progress in the story he may seen more like my characterization of Corran when I write him. But yeah, CorSec doesn't hire dumbies...
She was not the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, but there was something about her.
I really love that line, it makes it all so much more real
Thanks...I'm striving for a real feeling romance here. Besides they aren't kids. Nejaa's 38 in this, Ros is 35 and Scerra is 28. He's been around awhile.
“Teaching is a noble career,” Nejaa said in his calm, unassuming way. She turned to him and her entire presence seemed to bloom. “I admire anyone who can open young minds and fill them with knowledge.”
Damn straight he does. Because Jedi do it all the time
Awww I bet she LOVED that though
I'm sure he does... and yeah, she loved it...
“Yes, you may. I was beginning to wonder if either one of you were going to get the message.”
Jedi mind tricks and all
Well, you'd think he would have figured it out sooner than that... 
I love this! It's really great, put me on the PM list, especially since I don't venture into the Saga to see the new updates.
Thanks...And I sure will keep you on the PM list. I don't venture over here much either...
JainaJag14
I'm glad that you decided to write something like this, Sara. I love the Horn story, and the family background in particular. I think that this will turn out to be a great story. Definitely keep sending me PMs for this. I'm looking forward to seeng where you take this.
Thanks... the bunny wouldn't let me alone for almost two weeks. I've always been fascinated by it to, especially with trying to make it fit canon as we know it today. I'm hoping that it doesn't disapoint. And I will keep you on the PM list. Thanks for reading...
Iverna
First off, thanks again for the credit and the PM! I really appreciate it. Now for the story itself:
No problem... It was from your thread that got me to thinking about this story and I always like to credit where my ideas come from when they aren't totally my own.
This is so cool, to see you writing this! And so well, too. I'm really enjoying it. You're really good with characterisation and the whole story just flows. You've definitely managed to capture and hold my attention, which is always a very good sign!
Thanks...
I love Corran Horn so, writing about his family is fun.
I'm looking forward to reading more of this! Could you put me on the PM list, if you have one?
Thanks for reading...I most certainly will keep you on the PM list...
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Nejaa is such a great character, and gets so little attention in fan fic. Great job.
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This is a nice start. I'm a big fan of Corran, so I'll be keeping a close eye on this.
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RE: Going Beyond Friendship--- Romance, Angst, novel --Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra/Rostek Horn
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Ok. I'm hooked. LOL I love your writing. It always makes me feel like I'm right there with the characters.
Great job! Look forward to more.
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RE: Going Beyond Friendship--- Romance, Angst, novel --Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra/Rostek Horn
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UnderCoverJedi
Nejaa is such a great character, and gets so little attention in fan fic. Great job.
Yes, for a story that has so much potential, it really doesn't get much attention and they are great characters. Thanks...
Ultima_1
This is a nice start. I'm a big fan of Corran, so I'll be keeping a close eye on this.
Thanks...I'm a Corran fan too.
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I sure will...
jadesabre75
Ok. I'm hooked. LOL I love your writing. It always makes me feel like I'm right there with the characters.
I figured that you'd like this...thanks for checking it out. And thanks for the complement...
Great job! Look forward to more.
Thanks...Hopefully today or this weekend.
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RE: Going Beyond Friendship--- Romance, Angst, novel --Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra/Rostek Horn
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Chapter 2
Chateau Saffore, on Gold Beach, near Tyrena, Corellia
“Let me do the talking,” Nejaa said as they approached ornate gate of the one of many estates of Baron Franses Saffore, the president of Corellian Engineering and undoubtedly the richest being on Corellia.
“Be my guest,” Ros replied. “I still think this isn’t going to get us anywhere except on Jenaves’s bad side. Even a rooky knows enough to leave the extremely rich alone.”
They had parked their speeder down the street and walked up to the massive mansion that sat on an artificial bluff that overlooked Gold Beach and the ocean. They rounded a manicured shrub row to stop at the gatehouse at the entrance, Nejaa said in a low tone, “That’s really no excuse; you’ve seen the evidence, Ros. Everything points to Saffore.”
A voice came over a speaker from the gatehouse, demanding, “Please state your business, gentleman.”
Ros looked at Nejaa who smiled and said, “We would like to speak to Baron Saffore.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
Ros watched Nejaa smugly as he sought out the guard’s face from behind the transparasteel of the gatehouse window. As he reached out into the Force and made a small gesture with his hand, he responded in an even tone, “We do not need an appointment.”
“No, you don’t need an appointment,” the attendant guard repeated.
“You will let us pass and forget that we were here.”
“I will let you pass. Have a good day.”
Instantly losing the smugness, Ros stared at Nejaa with his mouth hanging open as Nejaa winked at him and said, “You have a nice day too.” However, if the guard heard him he didn’t respond, he had already turned away from them forgetting about them.
The gate opened, but Ros was still staring at the Jedi. It really was the first time Nejaa had openly used the Force in the presence of the CorSec detective. “I can’t believe you just did that,” Ros whispered as he finally shook himself out of his disbelief.
Moving through the open gate, Nejaa laughed and said, “Now you know why I said I’d do the talking, CorSec.”
As Ros looked back at the gatehouse and a guard who didn’t pay them any more attention than he would a stray insect, he followed the Jedi through the open gate and again shook his head. After a moment, he asked, “You’d never do that to me, would you? You know, mind tricks?”
Nejaa sniggered and said, “Ros, you should know better. I’m an honorable Jedi Master, after all.”
Ros smiled at him and responded, relieved, “That’s good to know.”
“But sometimes when you become as stubborn a gundark the temptation does arise from time to time,” Nejaa added, gaining him a sharp look from his friend which caused Nejaa to laugh. He patted his taller man on the shoulder as they moved along the drive. “Oh, c’mon. You’ll get to see how a Jedi does things.”
“Yeah, that’s what’s worrying me. None of this plan is legal, you know.”
“I know.” Then he grinned and added, “But if we’re caught, you can always claim I used Jedi mind tricks on you. No one would ever be the wiser.”
Ros just glared at the Jedi. After a moment, he laughed but didn’t say anything.
They were quiet the rest of the way up the immaculate stone walk to the beautifully carved wood front door. As they waited for the door to open, Ros glanced over at Nejaa and asked, “You going to keep doing that thing with the Force to get us the whole way in?”
Nejaa only gave him lopsided grin.
~
Ros couldn’t believe, first of all, that he agreed to Nejaa’s outrageous plan, but then he couldn’t believe how easy it was to literally walk into the mansion of such an important person. They stayed to dark hallways and moved slowly through the house. Nejaa had told him during the planning session that his greatest talent in the Force was something called Alter Mind. As he explained it to him, Nejaa was very good at manipulating what others could see with illusion and with Force suggestion, as he had with the guard and butler who answered the door.
They had been gathering leads for over three weeks, all pointing to Franses Saffore. A week ago they had their biggest break when they found the art agent, who had bought the forgery on behalf of the Chandrilia Museum, by using spaceport and several cities surveillance cams. After ten days of using a computer to cross match a staff holo from the museum with the data from the surveillance cams, they got a positive match. She was having lunch at a local Tyrena café with someone known to be an art collector for Franses Saffore.
Then Ros tailed the collector for a few days and was brought to this house twice. It was a safe bet that if the art was here, it was in this house. That was when Nejaa cooked up the elaborate scheme to sneak in to find the painting. Once they had proof it was here, they could get a warrant and come back. But no magistrate was going to give a CorSec cop a warrant to search the home of Baron Saffore without a solid reason.
They rounded a corner, when a protocol droid came out of a room. “Oh, my! Who are you?”
Ros glanced at Nejaa, who slowly pushed him back against the dark paneled wall. Then the Jedi held out his hand while he half-closed his eyes. Ros held his breath, not certain what was going on.
Suddenly, the droid looked around seemingly confused. Then, as his photocepters blinked a few times, he said, “That’s odd.” After looking around again, he made a motion that was in imitation of a human shrug as he closed the door. Then he simply wondered down the passageway, without as much as a glance back.
Ros didn’t move a muscle until Nejaa dropped his hand. The Jedi took a deep breath and turned to look at a shaken Ros. “That was close.”
As they moved toward the door the droid had come out of, Ros whispered, “What did you do?”
Nejaa held his hand over the keypad of the door for a few moments before glancing back at Ros. “I wrapped us in an illusion and wiped a few seconds from the droid’s memory.”
“You can do that?”
“Yeah, but it’s not easy. Now shhh. I have to concentrate if I’m to trip this lock without setting off the alarm. According to those schematics I memorized of the house, this is a storage room.”
Ros raised his brows and stepped back a half step. He watched fascinated as Nejaa held his hand over the keypad, with his eyes shut and a complete expression of deep concentration on his face. After a few seconds, the door slid open.
Nejaa held his hand out in gesture for Ros to be still as a far away look came over his eyes. Ros had seen the Jedi do that enough times to know that he was checking the Force to make sure there was now further danger.
The windowless, dim room was clearly a storage room, with crates and boxes sitting on the floor and stacked against the walls. They slowly moved around a stack of plastic crates to find a large, slender, rectangular shaped object sitting on a tripod draped with a white covering.
The intruders looked at each other, and Nejaa smiled as he whispered, “I’d bet my lightsaber that’s our painting.”
“The size is right,” Ros whispered back.
Suddenly, Nejaa grabbed him and pulled him to the floor behind a stack of crates. Nejaa held his finger over his lips to indicate silence, while he pointed up toward a cam that was panning the area where they had just been.
Nejaa frowned and Ros wanted to ask what he was thinking, but couldn’t risk it. Then he turned to Ros. Barely whispering, he said, “I can create an illusion to trick the cam, but you’ll have to check to make sure that’s our painting.”
Ros nodded, not wanting to risk speaking. He waited for Nejaa to take his pose of concentration. Once the Jedi gave him a slight nod, Ros crept across the space to the tripod. His heart raced and he tried not to breathe too often or too loudly. He had to be crazy to risk his career like this. Breaking and entering into to the home of the wealthiest being on Corellia was enough to get him thrown out of CorSec, but to be an accomplice to some of the things Nejaa so willingly did with the Force to other beings’ minds was somewhat disturbing.
He finally reached the sheet and risked a glance back to Nejaa behind the crates. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed as if in deep thought. Perspiration was beginning to bead on his forehead. He turned back to the sheet and lifted it ever so slowly. After peeking under the drape, he smiled and pulled a small camera from his belt. He lifted the sheet up over and tucked it over the top. Then glanced back at Nejaa, praying that his illusion, or whatever he was doing to trick the surveillance cam, was working. Turning back to the painting, he snapped a holo.
Once that was done, he replaced the drape and hurried back to Nejaa, who finally let go of the illusion with an exhausted gasp.
With a huge grin on his face, Ros held up the cam and nodded. They found their stolen painting. Now, they just had to get out of the house so they could come back with a warrant.
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Scerra Mallane’s Apartment, Coronet City
She stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror and wondered what in the Hells of Corellia she was doing. She never dressed up to go to the Ranto, but here she was in a new black dress, high-heels and applying makeup. Her short red hair was curled with the left side held back with a beaded comb. She shook her head as she put the cap back on the wine colored lipstick she had just applied.
“This is crazy, girl,” she said to herself as she threw the lipstick back into the bag with the rest of her makeup. “He’s a vaping Jedi.” She met her reflected gaze. “You know nothing can come of this. So why are you trying to impress him?”
She hadn’t stopped thinking about Nejaa Halcyon since meeting him a month ago at the Ranging Ranto. They had ended up dancing into the night that evening and for two other Fifthnights since then. It had become expected to meet him and Ros for dinner, and then she and Nejaa would dance until the band stopped playing several hours later. He surprised her with his skill and natural charm. Ros never liked to dance, nor was he good at it; so, it was fun to find someone so talented. Through their times at the Ranto, she discovered he was on Corellia for a several months. She knew he and Ros were working on a case together, but he told them that he wasn’t planning to return to Coruscant even after their mission was complete.
However it wasn’t only this news or his dancing ability that encouraged her, she discovered Nejaa Halcyon enjoyed flirting with her. Yes, she was sure some of his complements to her while they danced, his questions about her students and comments about his joyful memories of teaching were nothing but pure and honest flirting. But surely Jedi didn’t flirt, she kept telling herself. Maybe he was just being nice and refreshingly honest. Though, all that did was make him even more appealing. She couldn’t help the attraction to the older, ruggedly handsome Jedi Master. She guessed that he had to be about ten years older then her, but she always had been more attracted to older men. And he was so unlike the men she normally dated. There was just something about him that intrigued her. He was mysterious and well traveled, having been all over the galaxy as a Jedi scout—whatever they were, but it all sounded exiting to her.
A sudden soft mewling sound and a soft thump brought her out of her daydream. She smiled as she looked into the sulfuric yellow eyes set in a furry black face of her spukamas who had jumped up onto the vanity. He wiggled his wet, whiskered nose and meowed again as he ran his sleek head and side over her hand which was still holding the makeup bag.
She laughed and picked the cat up and hugged him. “If I was smart, I’d let you be the only man in my life, Chuckles.”
The spukamas was a type of housecat which had black, silky fur and bright yellow, diamond-shaped eyes. Chuckles had been her pet since Ros had given him to her after her father had been killed in an industrial accident ten years ago. She rubbed her face against his silky back and he simply purred at the attention.
“Yeah, if I was smart,” Scerra murmured again as she put the cat down on the floor. She watched as he slinked from the room as quietly as he had entered. Then she looked at her reflection again before standing. “But who said I was smart when it came to men.”
She entered the common area of her comfortable apartment. Chuckles meowed as he ran up to her and rubbed himself over her foot. She gently pushed him away and he pounced playfully on the toe of her high-heeled black shoe. He growled and she grinned as she said, “Okay, okay. I know you’re hungry.”
She entered the kitchen and opened a container of food. After plopping it into the cat’s dish, she watched as he wiggled his nose and prowled toward the bowl as if he was coming up onto prey. She laughed at his shenanigans, it was this type of stuff that earned the cat the name Chuckles ten years ago when he was only a kitten from Rostek. The black cat never failed to cause her to laugh.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. She glanced at the chrono over the foodprep area and frowned. Who could be calling on her now? She was to meet the guys in less then an hour at the cantina.
She opened the door and instantly groaned. “Mother.”
Adelyn Mallane was a tall, middle-aged woman who had made a career, and a name for herself, as an engineer and ship designer for Corellian Engineering. As she entered the apartment, she looked her daughter up and down, taking in the full-skirted, faux shimmersilk, sleeveless dress.
“You must have a date,” she finally said as she moved past Scerra.
“Not really,” she said, knowing it was better than lying. “But I am going out. I’m meeting some friends for dinner.”
Adelyn turned and responded disapprovingly, “Not with a cop, I hope.”
Exasperated, Scerra walked back toward the kitchen. “I’m not going on a date. I’m meeting Ros.” When the older woman rolled her eyes, she said, “Mother, Ros is my best friend.”
“I’m not talking about Rostek Horn, Scerra. Even I know you wouldn’t ever dress up like this for him. So, who’s this other ‘friend’?”
Scerra stopped short. Damn, how does she do that? She took a deep breath and turned. “He’s just a friend. He’s consulting with Ros on a case. He’s a lot of fun and that’s as far as it goes.”
“Really?” Adelyn made a point to look her over again. “I don’t remember that dress. New, isn’t it?”
She shook her head and replied, trying to not become too defensive, “So, I went shopping and bought a new dress. I’m allowed. I’m twenty-eight years old, not eight, Mother. If I want to dress up to go out with some friends, I’m allowed.”
Adelyn pursed her lips and was silent for several moments. Scerra and her mother hadn’t gotten along for years, actually not since her father was killed when she was eighteen. He too was an engineer and worked for the ship building industry giant, Corellian Engineering. He had been working on a hyperdrive of a ship when the reactor went critical and exploded, killing him and forty-five of his fellow workers. Adelyn changed after that, becoming cold and demanding.
Scerra knew she had been an accident, her mother never wanted to have children. She was a career-minded woman, and, at first, her father had been fine with that. However, it was no secret that Valin Mallane loved his baby girl, once she graced his life. Scerra had always been closer to her father, a relationship her mother was rather jealous of, and once Valin died, Adelyn tried to control Scerra in a way her husband never had. Of course, all this did was cause the eighteen, independent young woman to rebel. She moved out and for a few months she lived with Ros, until she went to Corellian University.
Finally, Scerra said, “Mother, have you come over here for a reason? I have to leave, or I’ll be late.” To punctuate her point she picked up her small handbag from the formchair in the sitting area of the common room and opened it to peek in, making sure she had everything she wanted in it.
“If you would return my comm calls, I wouldn’t have come over during inconvenient times. But I’ve been invited to a dinner party tomorrow evening, and was hoping that you’d come with me.”
Scerra immediately knew her mother was up to something. She snapped the purse closed and said, “Mother, since when do you invite me to go to dinner parties with you? You’ve always been too ashamed that I didn’t follow yours and Daddy’s footsteps.”
“Scerra, I’ve never been ashamed of you,” Adelyn said, exasperated and maybe even little sadly. “I just think you could do so much better for yourself then teaching. But I didn’t come here to argue. Mazy asked if I’d invite you.”
Mazy Callowin was an old friend of her mother’s and together they were constantly trying to set Scerra up with Mazy’s son, whom she absolutely had no interest in. Impatient and ready to get away, Scerra said, “I’ll think about it. Now, I really have to go."
Sighing, Adelyn moved toward the door, once there she turned and said, “Scerra, despite what you think, I do care about you and only want the best for you.”
“I know,” Scerra responded obsequiously and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll think about the party.” Adelyn looked one last time at her younger replica, and Scerra smiled, “I promise I’ll call you.”
“Take care, Scerra. You know I don’t like you hanging out with all those CorSec officers. Some of them come from questionable backgrounds.”
“Mother. Ros would never let anyone hurt me. He’s as protective as a big brother sometimes.”
She left and Scerra thought she was free of the questions, until Adelyn turned and asked, “This new friend of yours, what exactly does he do? You said he was consulting with CorSec.”
She closed her eyes for a second and said, defeated, “Mother, he’s only a friend. In fact, nothing can come of whatever you are thinking. He’s a Jedi.”
Adelyn’s green eyes widened in surprise, but fortunately the door slid shut before she could say anything. Scerra leaned against the closed door, shut her eyes, and whispered, “He’s perfect, but he’s a Jedi.”
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CorSec Headquarters
“Horn, where you goin’?”
Nejaa and Ros turned at the voice. “To dinner, Cap. We’re meeting my friend Scerra at the Ranto.” Then Ros narrowed his eyes and shook his head, “Oh, no, my shift ended exactly,” he looked at his wrist chrono, “ten minutes and fifty-two seconds ago.”
Yarlet Jenaves chuckled as he said, “And you know as long as you are still in the building you’re fair game when someone calls off.”
“But, Jenaves, I’ve been putting in extra time all week, working with Nejaa. You know that,” Ros all but whined.
“I know, but it’s your turn. Faxland’s wife went into labor, finally. He won’t be in tonight and I want an experienced officer with that rooky partner of his.”
Ros looked at Nejaa and then said, “Can I at least go to dinner?”
“Actually, no,” the captain said simply. “Not out anyway. Grab something from the cafeteria here. I have a case I want to go over with you and Benaby.”
Ros huffed, but relented. “Okay, fine. I’ll meet you in the conference room in ten minutes.”
Yarlet smiled and cuffed him on his shoulder. “Now that’s the attitude that will make you the director someday, Horn. I’ll go tell Benaby he’s with you tonight.” The older man turned and began to move away, then he looked back and said, “Oh, by the way, I still want a report on just how you two got that holo of that stolen painting. But you should have your warrant by tomorrow.”
Nejaa grinned and said, “Thank you, Captain Jenaves. Maybe I’ll let you in on that little investigative Jedi secret, once I have the painting back to the royal family of Aderaan.”
“I’m anxiously looking forward to that, Master Halcyon.”
Once the captain was gone, Ros said, “Well, I’d best be going. Tell Scerra that I’ll call her.”
“Wait!” Nejaa exclaimed when Ros turned to leave. “What do you mean by that?”
Ros smiled. “Go have dinner with Scerra. She’ll enjoy it, and you two can dance the night away without feeling like you’re leaving me out. I hate to dance, which obviously she loves to, and you, my Jedi friend, are the perfect partner for her.” With that he turned again and headed back down the corridor, waving his hand over his head as he went.
Nejaa stared after him for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do. He knew he was treading dangerous water with Scerra Mallane. But there was something about her that intrigued him. She was lovely and had a fantastic personality to go with her good looks. Through their dinner conversations, he learned that they shared many of the same interests, teaching and dancing being among them.
Realizing that he was staring down the hallway, he turned and headed toward the exit. As he whistled a jaunty tune he had picked up from somewhere on his travels, he decided there was nothing in the Jedi Code that prohibited him from enjoying the company of a lovely young female friend.
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And for the curious.... I originally was going to make Chuckles a whisperkit, because I thought they would be like a cat. Then while doing some research I discovered the popular Corellian pet a spukamas which according to Wookieepedia was exactly the kind of mischievious type of cat I was looking for.
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RE: Going Beyond Friendship - Romance, Angst, novel - Nejaa Halcyon/Scerra/Rostek Horn, updated 3/14
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*happy first post dance*
I'll be back...
EDIT: I'm back.
I loved Neeja and Rostek going all Jedi CSI in their hunt for the painting. *scratches chin* Just how legal is that anyway? No grounds for appeal I hope.
I've got 2 credits that say Neeja's eyes pop out of his head when he sees Scerra's new dress.... 
I've also got another 2 credits that say Neeja makes an addendum to that Jedi Code of his by the end of this night...
Great post FL and thanks for the PM!
EDIT2: Love the new cover up top!
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I love the banter between Rostek and Nejaa about the mind tricks. At least they didn't get into a situation where telekinesis would have been needed.
I also liked the back story you gave for Scerra.
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Instantly losing the smugness, Ros stared at Nejaa with his mouth hanging open as Nejaa winked at him and said, “You have a nice day too.
How's THAT for Jedi mind tricks? hehe
Then he grinned and added, “But if we’re caught, you can always claim I used Jedi mind tricks on you. No one would ever be the wiser.”
Ros just glared at the Jedi. After a moment, he laughed but didn’t say anything.
Oh my goodness. Nejaa is awesome.
Nejaa held his hand over the keypad of the door for a few moments before glancing back at Ros. “I wrapped us in an illusion and wiped a few seconds from the droid’s memory.”
I like that; I can see Corran doing that too.
However it wasn’t only this news or his dancing ability that encouraged her, she discovered Nejaa Halcyon enjoyed flirting with her
*giggles insanely* doesn't surprise me. Especially with how he was acting in that first chapter.
“Not really,” she said, knowing it was better than lying. “But I am going out. I’m meeting some friends for dinner.”
Adelyn turned and responded disapprovingly, “Not with a cop, I hope.”
Exasperated, Scerra walked back toward the kitchen. “I’m not going on a date. I’m meeting Ros.” When the older woman rolled her eyes, she said, “Mother, Ros is my best friend.”
“I’m not talking about Rostek Horn, Scerra. Even I know you wouldn’t ever dress up like this for him. So, who’s this other ‘friend’?”
Gah, parents! Hm, I'm not very fond of Adelyn, and I don't think I blame Scerra for not getting along with her. But I do hope Adelyn becomes less....demanding and imposing. And that this guy she's trying to set Scerra up with doesn't cause problems
Adelyn’s green eyes widened in surprise, but fortunately the door slid shut before she could say anything. Scerra leaned against the closed door, shut her eyes, and whispered, “He’s perfect, but he’s a Jedi.”
Aww poor Scerra
Once the captain was gone, Ros said, “Well, I’d best be going. Tell Scerra that I’ll call her.”
“Wait!” Nejaa exclaimed when Ros turned to leave. “What do you mean by that?”
HAHAHA The Jedi don't teach the men about things about women it seems like I think it's cute he's all flustered and confused and wants the 'third wheel'
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He He...chuckles.
Lovely chapter. Can't wait to see how those two handle being alone....
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Oooh, look at Nejaa getting all Jedi on that poor guard! Very cool! Ros and Nejaa seem to have developed a rapport really quickly. And poor Scerra having to deal with her mother! Her father sounded like he would've been much nicer about it all.
I love how you're developing the story between Nejaa and Scerra, it's very believable. Really good stuff so far!
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