Before - Legends Crash Course- Repost (Action/Adventure Non-JA OC) *completed* 6/15

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  1. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    FYI, for my loyal readers, there is a sequel to Crash Course in the works. I have been delaying posting it, but that time is quickly drawing to an end. In an effort to drum up some interest, I'm reposting the first story now. And so... coming soon to this very thread Crash Course




    But first, the trailer.....




    Pan across open, cloud filled sky. Drop down to show the busy rush of Coruscant air traffic. Pan in to show two people on a swoop dodging through traffic, a police speeder in hot pursuit.
    (VO): "In a normally quiet corner of the Republic's capitol, gang violence is suddenly on the rise."

    [Scenes flash]
    A fire fight in a small room crowded with people in all sorts of gang colors.

    A battle in the air, swoops diving and scattering, gang colors evident.
    (VO): "And one woman becomes the key to solving the riddle."

    A tall man, Death, talking to a small dark woman, Crash, in an office.
    (D): "It's too dangerous for you out there."


    [Slow fades]
    (CVO): "I don't regret joining a swoop gang."
    A dance scene in a warehouse, music loud, the floor crowded.
    People standing around patting Crash on the back and cheering.

    (CVO): "I don't regret my illegal slicing career."
    A computer screen with text streaming across it, Crash typing furiously, beside her, Shael calls out time from a stopwatch.
    (S): "ten . . . five . . ."

    (CVO): "I don't regret a single thing in my life, even the one thing ..."
    Traffic scene, tight focus on two people on a swoop, the passenger, Crash, looking over her shoulder
    occasionally.

    (CVO): "... that changed ..."
    Crash jumping off a swoop and falling through the air.
    Fade to black

    (CVO): "... everything."


    [Scenes flash]
    Crash landing on a swoop, them beginning to fall through traffic that swerves around them.
    Crash confronting a tall man, Mason.
    (C): "You lied to me."
    Crash and Shael laying next to each other in the dark, watching the stars.
    (S): "Do you love him?"
    Shael and Mason fighting.
    Crash held in a felinoid's arms, screaming, clutching at her eyes.
    Fade to black


    (CVO): "Don't let anyone tell you that Coruscant is the ?world of opportunity'..."
    Fade in Crash standing in front of a window in a shabby apartment, staring out at the city looking worried.

    (CVO): "...that its buildings are faced in gold, and that there's plenty for everyone. It's not. I know. I live there. You have to make your own way, and fight for every credit you get. Let me give you a crash course in Coruscant life. Let me tell you my story."


    [Scenes flash]
    Crash pulling off a helmet and shaking out her dark hair, a smile on her face.
    Crash playing sabacc with others.
    Crash held tight in Shael's arms, her face pressed into his shoulder.
    Crash flirting with a man dressed in white and gold.
    Crash typing furiously, then throwing her arms up in triumph.
    (CVO): "And every word of it is true."
    Black

    Crash Course
    Black
  2. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

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    Pulls up a chair, rubs hands excitedly.

    Yay... I'm all ready to reread this one and wait for the sequel!!
  3. Layren Jedi Master

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    *grabs chair and sits next to Leona......* me too! I've been waiting for quite sometime...*Hands Leona Popcorn* how about some?
  4. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

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    Sure, thanks Layren. NOw if LIlith would only get the show going... just like her to tease us. ;) :D
  5. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    Life in a swoop gang is exciting. Don't let anybody tell ya different, 'cuz it just ain't so. It's not all speed and daring do, but we get more of it than your average joe and we like it that way. People give us a kind of wary respect and that's better than a snooty look any day. When we aren't being chased by the cops in an adrenaline rush that just won't quit, or skirmishing with another gang over territory, we stage races, or fix our rides, or just sit around and drink and tell each other lies about the things we've done and the cops we've beat.

    Mine is a common beginning, but true for all of that. I left school just as soon as I turned sixteen. I was no longer required by law to attend school, so I quit since there were a multitude of other things I needed to do with my time. Making money was one of them. Learning more practical skills was another.

    Don't let anyone tell you that Coruscant is the 'world of opportunity', or that its buildings are faced in gold and that there's plenty for everyone. I can tell you from experience that that's a fairytale, too. My folks worked their fingers to the bone and still couldn't afford more than a three-room hovel in a building in the lower levels that should have been condemned decades ago. They certainly couldn't afford to keep feeding and clothing a teenage girl and themselves, too. All growing up, I watched their clothes get more and more ragged as they got thinner and thinner while I ate enough and dressed decently. They even wanted to send me to a university.

    I wouldn't stand for it, being a dead weight on my folks, killing them by inches.

    So I left.

    I knew they'd argue and try and talk me out of it. I mean, they loved me, after all. But I couldn't give them the chance, long odds though it was, that they might succeed. Besides, it would only have made them worry more. So I wrote a note and left it on the table, packed what I had, and slipped out into the lower levels of Coruscant.

    It's easier than one might think to join a swoop gang, and harder too. If you haven't got a ride, or a real useful skill, you gotta know someone. I had a few skills, but they weren't any great shakes. But that didn't matter. I knew Sloan, and he was kid brother to Shael, also known as War, who was the right hand man of the Horsemen. Sloan was just waiting for his birthday too, and was in nearly all of the same classes with me at school. He dropped a word in his brother's ear and I was in, simple as that.

    Six months later, I was solid, having proven myself to everybody's satisfaction. I was still using learning tapes in my datapad in my spare time and furthering my education. My talents at slicing and tech skills were being rapidly honed by practical usage under the watchful eye and guidance of my fellow Horsemen. I had lots of friends, some money to spend and mom and pops were doing better than they ever had with the little bit of extra cash I was sending home and not having to feed and clothe me.

    There was nothing to regret.

    Come to think of it, there are very few regrets in my life and most of them deal with not having visited my folks more often before the earthquake leveled their new apartment building. I certainly don't regret that 'anonymous' message I sent the cops alerting them to the criminal usage of sub-standard materials by the construction company. I also don't regret the day I jumped on a complete stranger's swoop, even though it changed my entire life.

    I'm an impetuous, rash, fool-hardy sort of person, or at least those were the words he used when there was time enough to waste so much breath. I'd just say I was desperate, in search of a way out.

    It was just me and Bulldog, see? We weren't out for no joy ride, but we didn't have any escort neither. Death, our boss man, he didn't want us attracting any undue attention what with the other gangs all growling and hissing at each other. We were zipping along, doing a good fifty klicks over the limit, dodging in and out around the slower moving vehicles
  6. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

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    Those first couple paragraphs really grab me. How Crash sees the world, if not the galaxy for what it is. I wouldn't stand for it, being a dead weight on my folks, killing them by inches. -- that really stabs my heart.

    How sweet it is to ease into the wonderful desciptions (The wind of our passage howled around us, muffled by our helmets to a low shooshing sound. The smooth rumble of the finely tuned engine hummed though my legs to the rest of my body, and the faint scent of leather from my jacket collar clung to the inside of my helmet.) and mind set of your characters (Bulldog nodded, though I could tell from the tension in his shoulders that he wasn't happy with what he knew I now had in mind. I kicked him in the leg, near where I had pushed the datachip into his boot, to remind him of what was at stake. .

    Your writing is superb and has been greatly missed. I look forward to visiting this one again and can't wait for the sequel...

    Postsoon, post often. :D :D
  7. Layren Jedi Master

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    Oct 28, 2003
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    Leaping off into the middle of the air isn't the brightest thing in the world now is it :D Been quite sometime since I've read this fic but everything is still just as enjoyable as ever. I especially like how you've depicted the story from Crash's point of view. Very good work.
  8. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    Healer_Leona: Thank you. Those passages were the work of weeks of stewing and refining.

    Layren: No one's ever accused Crash of being level-headed and rational. ;)



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    My short, unpowered flight came to an abrupt halt when I landed on the back of another swoop. Unfortunately, I had some serious momentum when I hit. My helmet impacted against the one in front of me with a jolting thump and what had been a leisurely cruise became a frenzied scramble. I locked my legs tight around the chassis and flung my arms around the driver's waist while he fought desperately with the controls to stop our madly spinning descent.

    The cop, though, was having problems of his own. Bulldog's ride no longer had my extra weight slowing it down and he began to edge ahead again, faster than the cop had been pulling up on us before. The cop had to decide very quickly whether to follow Bulldog or me. If I'd been the betting kind, I would have bet that he would ignore the passenger and go straight for the driver.

    I was right. The cop bet on catching Bulldog and ignored us completely as my new driver and I plummeted from the sky.

    I knew there was no way the police were going to catch Bulldog once he no longer had to worry about me, so as soon as our flight leveled out and became smooth and controlled once more, I relaxed. Now all I had to worry about was the man seated in front of me. I had no idea how he would react to having me back there behind him.

    I laughed aloud wildly, within the confines of my own helmet, at the exhilaration of it all, the rush of adrenaline through my blood making me giddy. And if my laugh had an hysterical edge to it surely no one would have blamed me. I'd seen fellow Horsemen pull some extreme stunts before, but I'd never done it myself, and never with an unsuspecting driver. No one back at Armageddon would ever believe their little slicer had done such a thing.

    Still chuckling to myself, I chinned through the various channels available on my comm until I hit acoustic. Pressing my helmet against the one in front of me, I spoke, my comm transmitting the message by touch and using his helmet itself as a speaker. I knew from experience that it would be muffled, but audible.

    "It was good for me. Was it good for you?"

    My driver simply held up a gloved index finger, pointing to his head and making a circular motion. Crazy. His muscles beneath my arms were still tight with the dregs of surprise and/or fear and jerked a bit from what was most likely not a little anger, but I could also tell that he was trying not to laugh.

    "You hungry?" Those muscles relaxed, and I read from the way his head had twitched as if trying to turn and look at me that curiosity was quickly replacing his anger. A noncommittal shrug and marginal nod sufficed for his response. Sure, why not. "My place, or yours?"

    *******

    He stopped at a drive-through and ordered for both of us, paying with cash, exact change. The guy had to be new in town; no wolves, swoopers not affiliated with a gang, were tolerated in this sector for very long, but he already had the cheapest eateries staked out. This particular one, though outside our territory, was a Horsemen favorite. They gave you the most food for your credits and would take most any form of currency. I approved of his choice.

    His voice, when he gave our order, was a mellow, rich, baritone. It was a very nice voice, but one that could become hard and commanding, I could hear that too. That was the most I learned about him until we actually reached his small apartment in the southeastern quadrant of the sector.

    He landed the swoop neatly in the middle of a small balcony and shut off the engine. He keyed the electronic lockdown as I climbed off, then reached into the engine compartment and pulled out a mechanical cut-out. No matter how good someone was at hot-wiring their way around lockdowns, that swoop still wasn't going anywhere without that cut-out.

    He had to be new to th
  9. Layren Jedi Master

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    Mmmmmmm lovely description of Mason :D I'd love to leap on his swoop too. By the way, if I may be so bold as to ask, where did you get this idea? It's such a good one.....
  10. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    It went something like this... I was in a chatroom with a bunch of the ladies from the QGJDL (Qui-Gon Jinn Discussion List). I don't remember how we got on the topic, but one of the ladies described Qui-Gon in biker leathers on a Harley. The image struck me so strongly that I just had to come up with a story where I could get that image in there.

    The whole story sprang up around that single image. :)
  11. Layren Jedi Master

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    mmmmmmmmmm You did a good job too...*pictures that * nice ... ....ahh a QGJDL list sib...... nice to "meet" ya :D
  12. mouse2 Jedi Padawan

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    Re-reading this is like revisiting an old friend.

    Now I'm really looking forward to the sequel! :)
  13. Lorax Jedi Youngling

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    I gather this is an old fic, but it's great! Crash is awesome! :D

    I'll definately be dropping by a lot.
  14. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    Cool, I'm starting to pick up my old readers again. *does happy dance* And a new reader! Welcome, Lorax. And I have to say, I've become quite fond of Crash myself. :)


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    "So, is this how you usually meet people?" Mason asked casually as he began pulling our food out of the bag.

    "What? Falling out of the sky?" I asked back with mock innocence. "Doesn't everyone?"

    "No, not everyone."

    "Well, no, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time," I explained when he raised that eyebrow at me again. I had just been holding out for the smile that always seemed to accompany that eyebrow. It was a very nice smile.

    "And why is that?"

    "You always ask this many questions?"

    "Mostly. Why did you jump on my swoop?"

    I gazed frankly at Mason, a slight smile playing at my lips. Two could play at this game and I could truthfully answer his question without telling him everything.

    "Because I thought I could." I put a forkfull of grilled nerf and steamed killa leaves in my mouth and quirked a black eyebrow right back at him, daring him to call me out. When he didn't I asked him a question.

    "Why'd you buy me lunch?"

    "Because I thought you'd eat it."

    I couldn't help but laugh. Obviously he thought that he could play the game too. We were a strange pair.

    "So, how long you had your ride?"

    Mason shrugged. "Only about a month."

    "Used?"

    "Yes. I couldn't afford new."

    "Few can," I murmured. "Most of us simply up-grade and tweak until we die or the swoop does."

    "Us?"

    "Gang-bangers. Swoopers. Us. The Horsemen." And in ascending order of importance, I thought as I explained. He was really new to all this if he didn't even know that much.

    Something showed in Mason's eyes when I mentioned the gang. I saw his interest sharpen, though he hid it well and all sign of it disappeared as he chewed his next forkfull of food.

    "So," I said casually, resting an elbow on the table and scooping up more grilled nerf, "you got a gang yet, or are you still looking?"

    "Is having a gang important?"

    He question sounded innocent, but my eyes hardened anyway, as did my voice when I replied. He needed to know how the wind blew in this sector and the sooner he knew the better off we all would be.

    "Very. Around here, if you don't have a gang, you don't stay. Normally we don't mind wolves, but right now things are too touchy. You find yourself a gang, or you move on. I would advise you to do one or the other before the week is out."

    "And if I want to stay?" he asked calmly. "Which gangs might take me?"

    I liked the way he didn't argue with me, didn't hedge. Most of them argue. Most of them don't like being told join or leave. Mason simply accepted what I told him, so I settled back in my chair to consider the question. The Speed Demons weren't taking anybody in. They were just too paranoid about accidentally letting in a cop, and there had been way too many attempts recently by the cops to infiltrate the gangs for anyone's peace of mind. Velocity might be willing to take him into the Angels. She wasn't afraid of the cops, though no one could figure out why. In fact, she had been the one fingering the cop infiltrators, though she wasn't telling no one how she knew. Wildcards were all family and if you weren't related in some way or another you weren't going to get in, so that was out.

    "Hell Hounds and Cloud Reapers might take you. The Hounds claim most of the East Side. The Reapers own a small section in the Northeast corner," I told him finally. "Angels might've taken you, but if you get seen with me that's out. We took a good piece of territory from them a couple years ago, so they ain't too happy with us right now. Wildcards and the Sithspawn are both gearing up for the war everyone figures can't be too far off." I shrugged. "Everyone's edgy. You picked a heck of a time to come to town."

    "And what about the Horsemen?" I looked at him carefully. There was
  15. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    Finally, I pushed back from the table and motioned toward the comunit nestled in one corner of the front room. "Mind if I comm someone?"

    Mason shrugged. "Be my guest."

    We both rose from the table and I moved to the comm while he began clearing the dishes. Quickly punching up the frequency for the main Armageddon comm, I waited patiently for someone to respond. I didn't have to wait long. Roble, Death himself, immediately appeared on the view screen.

    "Crash? What happened?" His voice was calm but commanding and I turned down the volume on the control panel before replying in low tones.

    "Cops. They must just be trolling to pick up any gangbangers they see now, 'cuz we weren't going all that fast, or pulling any stunts," I told him. "Is Bulldog back yet?"

    "No. We haven't seen him."

    I checked my chrono. "He should be back soon. He's got a copy of everything. I've got one, too. Send someone to pick me up-" I glanced over my shoulder at Mason. He seemed to be busy at the sink, washing our few dishes, but his posture was off, wrong. Warning bells rang in my head. Was he listening to us? How could he hear us from clear over there?

    "I don't think that's a good idea." Roble's words pulled me from my thoughts. I took a good look at Death and saw the tight lines around his mouth, the tautness in the muscles along his jaw and across his shoulders. Something was definitely wrong. Death was worried.

    "Trapper and War had a bit of a mixup an hour ago."

    "Shael?! Is he okay?"

    "Burned across his ribs, but fine," Death assured me. "We still don't know who paid for it, because they weren't faces we knew and they didn't have any colors. We're laying low. Except for that shopping trip tomorrow, no one's budging from where they are until I say otherwise. Got it?"

    I nodded reluctantly since there wasn't much else I could do.

    "Where are you?" Roble asked, his almost fatherly concern flowing easily into his voice.

    "I'm with a fledgling. I bailed from Bulldog's ride onto his. We're at his apartment, thirty-four or thirty-five high on Globe, a block east from Mi'lesk."

    "A fledgling? How new? He a wolf?"

    "I'd guess he's been riding less than eight months. Got a decent ride. So far he's a wolf, but I think he wants to hang around." I frowned thoughtfully. "He was making noises like he was looking to hook up with a local gang. I think he wants to know more about the situation before he decides."

    Death's voice was tense, all business now. "Cop?"

    "No." I shook my head slowly, knowing that Roble would trust Mason with no more backing than my word that he was clean. It was a frightening responsibility, but I'd shouldered it before. "He's no pig."

    "Well, if Velocity points her lovely finger at him, he'll be bacon," Roble shook his head. "If you can, stay there. We'll send someone to get you as soon as it's safe. I'll see ya when I see ya."

    "See ya when I see ya," I replied softly and the connection died. The Horsemen never said good-bye, that was bad luck. Good-bye was forever.

    For a while, I simply stood, staring with unfocused eyes through the balcony doors. The panoramic sweep of sky, the ebb and flow of traffic, the sun glinting off the transparisteel windows of the building opposite, none of it registered. My mind was too busy with one single thought.

    Shael was okay.

    I wasn't worried about Trapper. No one worried about Trapper. The slow-moving, fast-flying, average-looking man led a charmed life, untouched and untouchable by any form of disaster. The whole planet of Coruscant could suddenly fall into the sun and I was firmly convinced that Trapper would amble out of the flames, calm as you please and with not a single hair out of place. Several of us were discussing changing his name to Juggernaut.

    But Shael and me, that was another story entirely. It wasn't love at first sight, more like twentieth or thirtieth. He's the one who sponsored me into the gang and fellow member grew into friend and friendship int
  16. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

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    So very lucky the cop deciced to follow the driver. My driver simply held up a gloved index finger, pointing to his head and making a circular motion.-- my thoughts exactly! LOL! I think one of my favorite things of this story (other than some of the descriptions of a certain Jedi in here :D :D )is Crash's observations, I watched my host walk across the room and set the bag of food on a plastiform table with a badly scratched top. His movements were loose, easy, he was comfortable, relaxed here in a way that he hadn't been on the swoop. Why was that? Most people joined the life because that was where their comfort zone was. If riding wasn't the foremost goal in his life, why had he bought a swoop? -- excellently written and gives me that tingle of envy for when it looks so easily written. Even how the story came about... sigh.

    "Well, no, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time," -- now there's a comment Mason can surely undertstand.

    See, that whole conversation between the two of them flows so well, you make it look so easy.

    I'll see ya when I see ya." -- hey that's where it came from. Lilith, you have no idea how much I and others on the board used that in saying goodby for so very long! LOL!

    I turned back to the view out the window just in time to watch a cop cruise past and I silently wished him some sort of accident. Behind me I heard Mason take a deep breath and release it in a frustrated sounding sigh. -- little things like that... at the least we can assume Mason felt the angry emotions and now that I've already read this (a couple of times) I can see so much more going on that I didn't the first time out.

    I really think I like reading this as a repost. Re-reading it as a whole story I can't but help jog through the whole thing in one crack. This way I can leisurely stroll and enjoy all the small and subtle nuances I'd miss in speed reading.
  17. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    I'll see ya when I see ya. -- Really? That's cool. I've never started a trend before.

    I know the feeling. When I go back to read it, I tend to skim a bit so I can linger over my favorite scenes. :) But this way I read it fairly carefully, mostly so that I make sure I haven't missed any typos.


    Okay, just so folks know... I'm a bit of a feedback junkie (okay, wild understatement, but you get the idea). Please, if you're lurking, do me the favor of posting once in a while so I know there's still people out there reading. Thank you.


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    Jolting bolt upright, I quickly scanned my surroundings, fuzzy-minded and momentarily confused. It took a blink or three for me to remember. The sun was rising off the left side of the balcony, casting pale shadows across the faded, grayish carpet. It also brought a well-muscled back and a broad pair of shoulders to my immediate attention.

    I relaxed back onto the couch and propped myself up on my elbow, head in hand, and watched the interplay of muscles as Mason lifted, used, and replaced tools in the pursuit of whatever tweaking or repairs he was making. //Hmm, that's nice. Maybe I should ask Shael to work shirtless from now on,// I mused.

    "Mmm, now that's a nice view to wake up to," I said appreciatively.

    Mason turned to look at me and blushed fiercely. "You know, you look good in red," I teased.

    The man grabbed up a rag to wipe his hands on and hightailed it for his bedroom and a shirt. I ducked my head a bit for a better angle out the balcony doors and pondered the windows opposite. //I wonder, how many women are silently cursing me right now?//

    When Mason returned he had pulled a clean white shirt over his head and washed the grease from his hands. I pouted at him and giggled when he glared at me in consternation. For a swoop rider, my host was an awful prude.

    "Breakfast?" I asked hopefully when Mason headed for the kitchen alcove.

    "I should imagine that you are rather hungry," he replied drily. "Since you passed out before dinner yesterday and slept like the dead."

    "Work hard, play hard, sleep hard," I tossed back at him flippantly.

    "Sleep hard I've seen, play hard I have a good idea of from your little stunt yesterday, but I haven't seen you work," Mason hinted, making it a question, as he began pulling a few things out of cupboards and the fridge.

    "Few people have," I told him, moving over to prop myself against a counter and watch him work. Few men that I'd met were any good at domestic skills and I was curious to see if my host was. Not that I'm any great shakes myself. I mean, I can wipe dust off my terminal monitor and I can drop an insta-meal in the heater, but that's pretty much the extent of it. The Horsemen certainly don't revere me for my cooking or cleaning skills.

    "So does that mean you don't work, or just that nobody sees you?"

    I grinned at him when he looked up from his preparations. "That depends entirely on who you ask. Speaking of asking," I continued in as bored a tone as I could manage, "what did you do, you know, before?"

    "This and that." He was bent over the meal's components and I wished that he would look at me when he spoke. He had too much control over his body, but his face, especially his eyes, was much easier for me to read. "I traveled from job to job, never staying anywhere for long, rarely doing the same thing twice."

    Mason glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, giving me a brief glimpse of his profile. "I decided I was unhappy. I did not like what I was doing, so I decided to take a chance."

    //Liar,// I thought, amused. //Oh, parts of your story are true enough, but others ... I'll have you figured out soon.//

    Mason had hinted the night before that he was worried about money for food and housing. For lunch he had paid in exact change, counting his money out down to the last deci-credit as if each one was precious, and for most of us on th
  18. Layren Jedi Master

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    Delurking as requested :D Been too busy posting on my own ficcie to do much posting elsewhere....still enjoying this just as much as ever.....and I agree with Leona....fabulous descriptions here.........I agree that Mason's well muscled back and broad shoulders would be nice to wake up to.......mmmmmmm......













  19. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

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    //I wonder, how many women are silently cursing me right now?// --- I know I would be!! :D :D


    This post brings home to me how much I wish I were as confident and comfortable with myself as Crash seems with herself. How she openly watches him.. LOL! And her analytical mind, the way she noticed the food in his fridge and that his not be in need of housing for three weeks.
  20. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

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    Ah, good to know you guys are still around.

    C'mon, what woman would pass up the opportunity to just sit and stare at that man?! I know I wouldn't. ;)


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    As soon as we crossed south of Kensing the escort Death had sent formed up around us. Each and every one of them was wearing their gang jackets. With the imposing, faceless helmets, they were even more intimidating than usual. There was no doubt in anyone's mind just who we were and most vehicles went out of their way to get out of ours. Among the jackets I saw two with names emblazoned beneath the scarlet knight and shook my head. My man, War, and Plague were both in the crowd, and I spotted Trapper's patched elbow and Bulldog's oil-stained shoulder, as well as Sloan's lean form. Why is it men are so blasted protective at the wrong times? I was practically home now, and there was really very little that might go wrong inside our own borders.

    I immediately chinned on my helmet comm. "I hope you boys have been behaving yourselves while I was gone."

    A chorus of gruff 'yes, mommy's echoed back to me over the open channel and I grinned, bouncing lightly on the seat behind Mason. Home. I might have only been gone from it for a single night, but everyone I loved was there and it would be good to see them again.

    "Can he hear us?" Yeesh, Shael sounded suspicious when he was jealous.

    "Not unless I missed you slipping him a helmet comm," I shot back sarcastically.

    "He clean?" Bulldog's low growl was impossible to miss and it was seconded immediately by Sloan.

    "Yeah, is he clean?"

    "He's no cop and he's no punk, either. I think he'd make a good Horseman, but that's not for me to decide."

    "Channel three, Crash. I want to talk to you alone." I rolled my eyes. Shael was now going to tell me that he didn't like seeing me snuggled up so close to another man. Not that he would ever say it in so many words, but that was always the meat and potatoes of it. I chinned the switch over to the third channel.

    "Glad to have me back, Love?"

    "Do you feel safe with him driving? You want to pause and switch rides?"

    "Why waste the time? We're almost there. And besides, he's actually a remarkably good rider for a fledgling. Did Bulldog tell you what happened?" War's grated, hissing yes could almost have been mistaken for a burst of static. "Well, I landed kinda wrong and sent us into a spiraling dive. He pulled us out just fine. Enough about the new boy, how'd the grocery trip go?"

    Most of the tension and edginess drained right out of his tenor voice as the subject changed. "Like clockwork, Crash. Have I ever told you what good work you do?"

    "Yup," I replied breezily, "but it certainly doesn't hurt my ego to hear you say it again."

    "Well then, Imp, you do good work."

    *******

    When the entrance to the huge underground warehouse that was Armageddon hove into view I felt muscles relax that I hadn't realized were tense. Coming home was always a good feeling and this time was no exception. Plague pulled up to take point and guided us in while Shael dropped back to bring up the rear. Plague took the winding entrance extra slow in deference to Mason, but we still arrived in a thundering roar of engines. As soon as Mason's ride touched down I was grabbed off the back of it and passed from hug to hug in a dizzying array of embraces both large and small. Someone snatched away my helmet and I could suddenly hear the words that people were mouthing at me.

    "Thanks for the food, Crash."

    "Can you re-rout an entertainment truck, Crash?"

    "Great grub, Crash!"

    "You didn't really jump rides, did you, Crash?"

    Inevitably the triplets all asked me to marry them, again. At that point, Shael caught up to me and fended off the rest of the well-wishers. The majority of the throng returned to the party our arrival had interrupted, while Shael guided me toward the side room that Roble used as a sort of office. Out of t
  21. Tanith Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Nov 13, 2003
    star 1
    Fantastic.

    I've never read Crash Course before, though I am a fan of your writing on the Lilith character in the Jemmiah stories (I love her in ANTAR :D).

    Isn't Mason so sweet, looking after Crash so well. Such a gentleman - though I'm assuming there is more to him than that. Mind you, I'm a sucker for men in leather [face_laugh]

    Can't wait to read the rest of the story.

    ............
    Tanith

  22. mouse2 Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Oct 29, 1999
    star 4
    I'm still here reading Lilith. Just had to do a bit of catch-up reading.

    I love how Crash is able to keep her cool when dealing with different situations. Except for when someone she cares about is in danger. She is definately not someone I would like to get on the bad side of.

    More please! See ya when I see ya! ;)
  23. Lilith Demodae Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 1, 1999
    star 4
    *Does new Reader Dance of Happiness* Welcome Tanith, and thanks for reading. If you like Lilith and the Jemmiah Chronicles, have you read the [link=http://boards.theforce.net/Fan_Fiction_Stories--Classic_JC_Board_(Reply-Only)/b10016/452770/p1]snapshots[/link]? And if you don't want to wade through a thread over 30 pages long, you can always visit my [link=http://www.geocities.com/blond_engineer/fiction.html]site[/link].


    Mouse -- Crash is just like everyone else. There are situations which are no big deal and situations that she just can't deal with at all. :)
  24. PadawanKitara Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 31, 2001
    star 5
    This was one of my favorite reads last time around :)
  25. Healer_Leona Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Jul 7, 2000
    star 9
    "Do you feel safe with him driving? You want to pause and switch rides?" -- exactly as she thought, he doesn't like to see her snuggled with someone else. I loved how Shael took "It really wasn't any bother. Crash is quite good company," Mason responded. with good humor and not jealousy... lucky Cade!! ;)
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