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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/13/08 4:36pm Subject: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy - Date Edited: 12/15/08 12:14pm (8 edits total) Edited By: angry_bendu1
	Hey, this is a story about the OC from my vig: A Jedi w/ Issues, and a link is on my user page. It's not necessary to read that story in order to understand this one, but it might help a little. Plus I new readers there, too! I have a very irregular posting schedule sometimes, but I will try to update at least once every week. crosses fingers PM LIST: VaderLVR64 Featherpaw Valairy_Scot THE_EVIL_CLIFFIE Emerald54 Nienna_Narmolanya Twin_Saber MeleanaKenobi Ceillean GrandMasterKatarn So enjoy, and all feedback is greatly appreciated! 2230 hours Day 1 “Start every day as if you meant it.” Entry 1: “You have got to be kriffing kidding me. No way, Malika. No freaking way.” My roommate just did that really annoying eyebrow thing again. Did I mention that Malika speaks fluent eyebrow? “Listen Jes, sooner or later you will have to own up to the fact that you are of a decidedly feminine gender, and this gala just seems like the perfect opportunity. I mean, when else are we allowed to dress in a color other than brown, dance or… well just do anything fun at all? Besides, I spent good money on this dress and I want to see it worn.” I sucked in a breath and prepared to tell her that problem solved, she could wear… “By you, Jess…” And then blew it right back out again. Instead of responding, I once again turned my attention to the offensive garment perched oh so innocently on my bunk. But I knew better. Oh, ho, ho did I know better! It was made of a silky material, deep blue in color, and had a neckline that made me cringe with its scarcity of coverage. It was a dress. I sense a lack of appropriate reaction here. Did you hear me? I said a dress. You know, those things invented by Man to oppress us Women. A nice looking strait-jacket are all those are. Just fabric stun cuffs with sparkly junk on them. And do not get me started on the shoes that sat next to this scathing slap in the face to feminism. I may just have a coronary. When I relayed my opinion to Mal, she just rolled her orange eyes and told me I was being a baby. Well, waaaaah, then. “Aren’t there age requirements on this shindig, like 14 and under? Does being a mental midget get me out of going? Besides, I feel like I’m coming down with something…” I told her, giving a few hacks here and there for validity. I was willing to run backwards barefoot through the undercity to skip this little event. All that I got in return was a rather impressive brow maneuver that roughly translated to you are so immature and I am making you go IN THIS DRESS if it’s the last thing I do in the universe. Or something like that. My browBasic is a little bit rusty. Still, the point got across, and by the time she exited my room, the dress was irreverently stuffed into the deepest recesses of my closet. I managed to have her concede on the horrible excuse for shoes, though, and gave myself mondo kudos for that. Force, who am I kidding… I lost an argument to a Twi’lek girl who is four years my junior and can’t weigh more than 40, 45 kilos. How totally lame am I? Next post we get some background on our gal and hear her rant some more. Most likely a common theme. -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/14/08 4:51am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Loved it! Please PM me when you update. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/14/08 7:59am Subject: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC... and OC! Chapter Two is Here - Date Edited: 7/14/08 12:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: angry_bendu1
	I had sugar-induced insomnia last night so the next post is here! VaderLVR64: Thanks so much and you are most definitely added! So enjoy! 2247 hours Day 1 “What you see depends on what you’re looking for.” Entry 2: Gods, I just kind of threw that entry at you, didn’t I? Well, let me sum up my miserable existence and then we can move forward, mmkay? Well. Where to start… I’m a Jedi. Did you catch the dress in all brown part? If you did, one gold star. My name’s Jesika D’Tal. I’m not exactly what you probably picture when you think “Jedi”. Infinite patience? Nope. Always well behaved? Well I think that this entry and the previous most likely nixed that one from your mind. Fight for the common good and stuff? Usually I’m the one disrupting the peace. I’m quick to anger, I swear A LOT and I enjoy the occasional prank. Well, maybe not so occasional. I can fight well, so I guess that’s one point in my favor. And I can fly. Sort of. Still, most people here hate me and frankly it’s not too hard to see why, considering they’re wound up tighter than my old Delta-12’s shock coils. I just don’t really care. They can take their opinions and shove it down the nearest black hole. The rules were just begging to be broken. Anyways, this whole gala deal that I freaked out about in above entry was technically the least of my worries, in and of itself. Just expounding the stresses that seem to just pop outta nowhere as of late. You see, I’m quite possibly the oldest apprentice in this place, and I don’t have a Master, too boot. I’m uh… cough Uh… Imtwentyone. Ugh… ahem. Yeah. Hard to imagine that this fantastically witty dialogue you’ve been reading comes from a girl that the Masters kriffing hate and are hell bent on thwarting at every turn, huh? Say yes. Thank you. So, not only am I stuck in this godforsaken Temple consorting with kids half my age, I also have to go to some stupid G-rated event all the while not getting any mischievous ideas and totally ruining the rep that I have been painstakingly attempting to mend as of late so I can get that one little word- “Knight”- in front of my name. Finally. But I know that something’s bound to happen, and the Masters will have my hide for it. Want proof? Let’s recap. List Of Past Party- Related Transgressions For Which I Was Ripped A New Orifice: Spike the punch: classic, and done. (Master Yoda completely blasted and talking in his backwards way is not an easy one to understand, lemme tell you…) Swearing in front of important foreign dignitaries: done, and multiple times in multiple languages at that. Random fires, tripped alarms, and illegal Sabaac games with the Temple cooking staff: done, done and done. Dying my hair a painfully bright shade of green to match my lime-colored robes at the Emperor of Eiattu 6’s wedding: Hehe… done! I even had some of the guests thinking that I was a Corellian Jedi named Karri Oki and I could only speak Huttese. My friend masqueraded as Hugh Jass, which was way funnier… but poor Nik got crucified by the Council for that one. I can’t help it if I’m sneakier than he is. So back to the main point, I guess. I know that something is going to go down at this thing whether I want it to happen or not. I also have a knack for finding trouble even on the rare occasion that I don’t cause it myself… so I am most definitely screwed. But like it or not I promised Mal and that’s that. Because I may be a disaster prone freak but I’m always loyal to my friends. Force knows, I have so few. The next post involves more ranting (surprised?), sexy lunchladies, and one very smitten Jes. -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/14/08 6:42pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Gosh darnit I pushed the quote and not the edit button... oops. Ignore me, I'm technologically challenged. -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/15/08 4:21am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Spike the punch: classic, and done. (Master Yoda completely blasted and talking in his backwards way is not an easy one to understand, lemme tell you…) Swearing in front of important foreign dignitaries: done, and multiple times in multiple languages at that. Random fires, tripped alarms, and illegal Sabaac games with the Temple cooking staff: done, done and done. Dying my hair a painfully bright shade of green to match my lime-colored robes at the Emperor of Eiattu 6’s wedding: Hehe… done! I even had some of the guests thinking that I was a Corellian Jedi named Karri Oki and I could only speak Huttese. My friend masqueraded as Hugh Jass, which was way funnier… but poor Nik got crucified by the Council for that one. I can’t help it if I’m sneakier than he is. Loving this! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/15/08 4:49pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	VaderLVR64: Thanks so much! As a little gift to my sole reader... I might have the next post up by late this week. It's almost finished, and it's pretty funny, if I may say so myself. Nik gets his intro. crosses fingers and toes And bring your friends next time! Just joshin with ya. Thanks again for your lovely comments! -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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Featherpaw Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 7/15/08 5:44pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	I was hoping you'd add more to the vignette! Very good and hilarious. -----signature----- This nutcase was trained by padawanlissa, da bestest masta evah Master of DarkPowerUnlimited The dark side has cookies, but the light side has ice cream! Good bye pinky toe... you will be avenged. - Caboose
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/15/08 6:02pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	She is a character - way to go! -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. 2007-2008 the quality years
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/16/08 12:45pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Featherpaw: Aw, thanks so much. I'm glad you liked the viggie as well! Valairy_Scot: Thank you. Yeah, that's most definitely a good descriptor for her... a character. Thanks for reading! Alright, I think that the next part should be up sometime Friday. Thanks for your comments! -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/18/08 7:20am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	As promised, here's the next chapter. It's kind of long because I couldn't find a good breakoff point, but I really hope you enjoy it. PMs will be along shortly. 2100 hours Day 2 “Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.” Entry 1: Now you’re probably wondering about those nifty little sayings at the top of every entry, eh? Those little tidbits of sunshine that just get me through my day, right? Wrong. You see, this whole thing was an elaborate ploy by my anger management therapist (a.k.a Master Yoda… fun, fun!) to get me to “open up”. So here I am. Watch me opening, guys! And those lovely inspirational sayings are supposed to help me be positive when I write. I can’t get this stupid datapad to stop spitting them out. But instead of feeling better I usually find myself pondering the uselessness of most of the quotes. Kind of an adverse side effect, if you ask me. Well let’s get off this track before I vomit up a never-ending rant about lifeday greeting cards and instead talk about that gala. Ah yes, the one with the dress from hell. I remember now! Ugh. Well when I left my room this morning I was instantly jumped by Mal who screamed at a decibel that only Neks can hear, and I quote: “I am just so amazingly excited you are coming oh force I need to find a date who are you going with Jes what’s for breakfast?” To which I replied, “Uh, thanks, yeah, um, I don’t know, nerf sausage.” Did that exchange make sense to anyone else? No? Good, because I was completely lost. But once we made our way down to the mess things had begun to calm down. I no longer felt blood draining from my ears, and Mal and I were talking about some term paper she had due in some class or another. Sitting at our usual table with our trays, it wasn’t long before I saw my friend Nik coming in, waving at us. Alright, now hold up. I think I need to explain a little something about Nik to you. The man is perfect. Now not necessarily in a chiseled bodybuilder holostar kind of way, but definitely in a “Makes Jes Want to Rip His Clothes Off In a Crowded Mess Hall Full of Prudes” kind of way. I don’t know what it is about him… but by the love of the Force he sure activates my repulsors, if you know what I mean. And if you know anything about Jedi, you know that this is bad. Really bad. Really, really, really bad. But who could blame me? His short dark red hair, striking aquamarine eyes, godlike tan, a spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that’s just enough to convince me he’s real… Whew. I’m working myself up just thinking about it now. But we’re in the Friend Zone. No touchy. No kissy. No nothing-y. Besides, even though I’m good for an occasional laugh, I know everyone thinks I’m a total loser. I don’t really remember why he started hanging out with us in the first place. One washed up cynical idiot and a seventeen year old who acts like a three year old? Surprised he hasn’t run from the mess hall screaming bloody murder yet… It’s not like he would ever be clamoring to… do whatever with some twenty-one year old Jedi Padawan with some serious sarcasm issues. This perfect Jedi Knight who is the best and brightest of the Order and will probably be on the Council some day. Forgive me if I appear doubtful. So anyways the object of my most explicit fantasies sits down across from me and asks me a question. Now I’m not exactly sure what, since I was quite busy imagining some things that probably I shouldn’t have been. Nonetheless, a hand waiving in front of my eyes snapped me back to reality and I focused on his face. “Jes,” he was saying, “are you in there?” Mmm… that deep voice made me shiver. “Yeah,” I said, attempting to fight down that stupid flush in my cheeks, “Totally listening. And I, um, agree wholeheartedly! With… whatever.” He just smirked that adorable but oh so annoying smirk at me. Perfect white teeth. Warm, full lips. Just one dimple, on the right si… Curse him! Focus! “So you agree that the cafeteria ladies look ravishing today?” He quirked an eye and Mal chuckled silently next to me. Crap, I had forgotten that he was just as mean and sarcastic as I was. Improvise! “Yeah, I think the one on the left over there is wearing a stunning shade of lipstick. And look at those new hairnets! Maybe you should go over there and get a closer look, introduce yourself.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him suggestively. “Very sexy.” He stared at me for a second, blinked, then looked toward the food line and shuddered. “Nah, uh, I’m good.” Point for Jes. Opting to switch the subject before one of us inevitably said something we’d end up fighting over, I asked him about his latest mission. He’d been gone for just over a standard month, gallivanting in the Outer Rim with Master Ket’yll and her apprentice, Lon. Supposedly negotiating some peace treaty between the Hutts and Vquela, or some such thing. Not like I was counting the days until he came back, or anything. “It was… interesting,” he said, resting his chin in his cupped hand. “It did require some persuasion, but the Hutts relented and returned the territories they took over in the Giirla Sector. They had no real legal claim to it.” I snorted loudly. “Since when have Hutts ever worried about the legality of anything they do?” I was surprised when Nik nodded his head in agreement, instead of retorting with some sarcastic remark. “I know, right? That’s what I was trying to tell Ket’yll the whole time, but she wouldn’t listen. Why would the Hutts bend to a preliminary negotiations team, no matter how good they are, when all of them are just criminals who take whatever they want anyways? And when we were there I started to investigate.” He leaned in conspiratorially, drawing Mal and I in along with him. “It turns out that particular area is populated by a rather nasty band of space pirates. Also, no Hutt ships had entered that space to set up any kind of local bosses. They only sent a ragtag band of mercs to secure it. Which led me to the conclusion that the Hutts never really wanted that area to begin with.” Now I was confused. “Well then why, oh why, great Jedi would they go after that lovely plot of real estate in the first place?” Nik’s mouth twitched like he was attempting to hold back a full belly laugh. “Because they had a pool going to see how long it would take the Jedi to send a team of negotiators. Turns out that a certain Magdulla the Hutt won at seven days. They had a nice purse, too, from what I’ve heard.” My mouth must’ve been trailing in my plate at that point. “Wait, they did this all for some bet?!” Sounds like something that I would do. Maybe the Hutts aren’t as bad as I thought they were. Nik laughed outright at the looks on our faces. His sexy, sexy laugh. “Yeah. But the best part was Master Ket’yll’s reaction. Man, I thought that Force lightning was going to fly out of her eyes, or something. Of course my ‘there is no emotion’ comment didn’t really go over well…” “You didn’t!” My Nik was such a troublemaker! Who knew! “I did.” Leaning back once again, he gestured to Mal and I. “So I told my little adventure story. What have the two of you been up to lately?” I looked at Mal, gesturing for her to speak since her face was starting to turn… uh, redder… I guess, from holding it in and her foot was tapping impatiently on the floor. Instantly she burst out about the dance, how she needed to find a dress and a date, that Sissy Calkins was going with a Knight named Jq’Taka, how lucky, and that she already gave me a dress. Oh great. I knew that Nik would have a field day with that. Three… two… one… “Jes is gonna wear a dress?!” I rolled my eyes at him. “What were you on when you agreed to that one?” He sniggered. “One dose of pesky Twi’lek and maybe a little bit of totally exhausted and wanted to go to bed. Get off my back, Nik.” “Can’t.” “You will if you want to live.” “Make me.” “I’ll sure as hell try.” “Do or do…” “Finish that and you’re a dead man!” While we were fighting, I noticed Mal’s head jerking back and forth between the two of us and I saw a mischievous grin plastered to her face. Spinning around to her, I shouted, “What?!” She just kept up that annoying smirk and said, “Why don’t you two just kiss already and save us the trouble of listening to you bicker?” Now, at his point Nik’s eyes looked like they were trying to go EV from his head, and I’m pretty sure that mine did too. All Mal did was pick up her tray and leave. Opting out of the talking to Nik with my face beet red and wanting the floor to swallow me whole, I said a rushed goodbye and left too. He looked like he'd just been hit by a flaming speeder, and probably didn't even notice me getting up from the table. Damn Twi’lek. I’ll find a way to get her back for that one. Point for Mal. Next post: a tragedy! Of fashion, that is. But maybe I'll throw in a lighsaber duel to the death for the fun of it... Eh, who knows? -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/18/08 10:25am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Alright, now hold up. I think I need to explain a little something about Nik to you. The man is perfect. Now not necessarily in a chiseled bodybuilder holostar kind of way, but definitely in a “Makes Jes Want to Rip His Clothes Off In a Crowded Mess Hall Full of Prudes” kind of way. I don’t know what it is about him… but by the love of the Force he sure activates my repulsors, if you know what I mean. And if you know anything about Jedi, you know that this is bad. Really bad. Really, really, really bad. But who could blame me? His short dark red hair, striking aquamarine eyes, godlike tan, a spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that’s just enough to convince me he’s real… Whew. I’m working myself up just thinking about it now. But we’re in the Friend Zone. No touchy. No kissy. No nothing-y. Besides, even though I’m good for an occasional laugh, I know everyone thinks I’m a total loser. I don’t really remember why he started hanging out with us in the first place. One washed up cynical idiot and a seventeen year old who acts like a three year old? Surprised he hasn’t run from the mess hall screaming bloody murder yet… It’s not like he would ever be clamoring to… do whatever with some twenty-one year old Jedi Padawan with some serious sarcasm issues. This perfect Jedi Knight who is the best and brightest of the Order and will probably be on the Council some day. Forgive me if I appear doubtful. Force, I love this character! And she loves that Nik. snorted loudly. “Since when have Hutts ever worried about the legality of anything they do?” I was surprised when Nik nodded his head in agreement, instead of retorting with some sarcastic remark. “I know, right? That’s what I was trying to tell Ket’yll the whole time, but she wouldn’t listen. Why would the Hutts bend to a preliminary negotiations team, no matter how good they are, when all of them are just criminals who take whatever they want anyways? And when we were there I started to investigate.” He leaned in conspiratorially, drawing Mal and I in along with him. “It turns out that particular area is populated by a rather nasty band of space pirates. Also, no Hutt ships had entered that space to set up any kind of local bosses. They only sent a ragtag band of mercs to secure it. Which led me to the conclusion that the Hutts never really wanted that area to begin with.” Now I was confused. “Well then why, oh why, great Jedi would they go after that lovely plot of real estate in the first place?” Nik’s mouth twitched like he was attempting to hold back a full belly laugh. “Because they had a pool going to see how long it would take the Jedi to send a team of negotiators. Turns out that a certain Magdulla the Hutt won at seven days. They had a nice purse, too, from what I’ve heard.” My mouth must’ve been trailing in my plate at that point. “Wait, they did this all for some bet?!” Sounds like something that I would do. Maybe the Hutts aren’t as bad as I thought they were. Loved it! -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. 2007-2008 the quality years
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/21/08 6:06am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Valairy_Scot: I'm so glad you like her and the post, thank you! I'm aiming for Saturday or Sunday for the next post. Thanks for reading! -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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THE_EVIL_CLIFFIE Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/23/08 5:12am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	I've just read the second post... Yoda drunk is such a funny image! 'Trushed zhe forsh you musht, young padawin'... -----signature----- I am randomness personified. GenoHaradan chronicles one: Apprentice - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30397795/p1/ TOR-era, sith OCs, Mando OC, HK-47.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/23/08 5:57am Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	Damn Twi’lek. I’ll find a way to get her back for that one. Point for Mal. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/24/08 12:19pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	THE_EVIL_CLIFFIE: Yeah, I thought that was just too great an opportunity to pass up. VaderLVR64: -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/26/08 5:03pm Subject: RE: Ramblings of a Jedi-- OC/OC and... OC! Diary-thingy
	I love your character. She's so vivid it's almost scary. She clicks well with me, mostly because of the normal (Well, kinda... if your a Jedi and in an Order that promotes chastity.) problems she faces. And Amen to the dress thing! If you have a PM list, could I get on it? Emerald -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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