Before - Legends Jedi Snapshots *New story 15/06/06* 'These Boots Were Made For Walking'

That was hilarious! If my flatmates didn't think I was insane already for being on the computer at all hours of the day and night, they do now they've heard my giggling insanely.

I can't help but thing "poor An-Paj" though at the end, now he's got to put up with all the padawans and masters complaining!

Kithera

 

Thanks, Leona & Kit.

 

*snrk*

 

Actually, no. I'm too busy laughing if I'm honest.

Yes we know An-Paj! You and everyone else who didn't catch it!

Fabulous snapshot Jem! It brings a whole new light on the activities of ANTAR!

 

Awesome job! Im truly impressed!

 

Thanks to Leona for talking me into posting this. Again this one's a bit different as well as being a bit dark. Enjoy!

Best Left Unsaid
by Mouse

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He knew he was good looking. How could he not? He saw it in the mirror every morning as well as in the eyes of several of the adoring ladies that always seemed to gather around him where ever he went. Tonight was no exception. He?d even been able to find a girl for his two friends, and that was usually a challenge. They didn?t have the same type of suaveness that he did.

But now they were looking for new game.

The same empty headed giggling types had started to get on his nerves. With his classic blonde hair and blue eyed look they always flocked to him. He wanted a challenge. A girl with a brain he could actually talk to about something besides the latest styles. Someone with fire and passion. Someone who didn?t giggle at everything he said.

?Degan, now where are we headed?? one of his friends asked. ?I?m getting thirsty and I?m starting to miss those chicks we left back at the Coruscant Jewel.?

The humanoid called Degan waved off his friend?s question and complaints. He knew where he was headed. Sort of. He would know it when he saw it, and as he rounded the corner he spotted it.

?Here we are gentlemen,? he announced. ?This is where we will spend the rest of the evening before find those willing to leave with us.?
?That?s Hell?s Chance Degan! That place has got a reputation for being a pretty wild place.?
?Not to mention the décor leaves a bit to be desired.? His other friend added. You?re not going to find one of your heiresses in there.?

?Maybe I?m tired of heiresses Batzi!? Degan snapped at his second friend. ?But if you and Jepson are too scared to go in and at least get one drink I?ll meet you on the playground tomorrow.?

Reluctantly Batzi and Jepson followed their bossy and domineering friend into Hell?s Chance. They didn?t want too, but he had the credits to his name and the girls flocked to him.

When they walked inside they realized they were as out of place as a Mon Calamari on Tatooine.

The place seemed filled with Jedi.

?Great, it?s a kriffin? Jedi hang out,? Degan complained. ?Can?t get away from them no matter where we go.?
?Jedi aren?t so bad,? Jepson argued. ?Personally I think they deserve a bit of time off now and then.?

Both Degan and Batzi turned to look at their friend with disbelief in the faces.

?But they can certainly do that back at the huge temple of theirs,? Jepson quickly amended as he looked away.

?Forget them, guys. Tonight is our night. Let?s head to the bar and get that drink.?

The trio sauntered up to the bar trying to look as if they owned the place as well as catch the eye of any ladies that were present. Once their drinks were ordered and they had them in hand, almost in unison, they turned around leaning with backs against the bar elbows propped on top and began to scan their surroundings.

?How can you compete with the Jedi, Deeg? They?re like chick magnates. That whole super power force thing causes the ladies to flock in.?
?The thing is Batzi that you have to keep an eye out. See you let the Jedi reel ?em in, but at the last minute we scoop them up with the net.?

As Degan cast looks about the room he made appraisals of any and all females that were about. He had to admit to himself that some of them weren?t that bad to look at and that included the Jedi ones. They at least had a decent haircut, The guys looked pretty stupid in his opinion, but at least that gave him a extra chance.

?You can?t really say no to this crowd,? Batzi leaned over and told him.
?You?re right. They could be worse,? Degan agreed, ?Remember that time at the Monastery? It was like nothing but wookiees.?
?So which one you got your eye on Deeg?? his other friend Jepson asked. He wanted to know which ones he could go after. Degan tended to get upset if you went after a girl he had his eye on.

?Haven?t decided yet, but

 

Ha! Isn't it great when people so full of hot air are deflated! I loved Rela's passionate defence of the Jedi (although Simmy might have had something to do with it be a subject so close to her heart!). I think Degan's friends would have done better sticking with the Wookiees! Flint would have looked after 'em! Lol, I wonder if Jemmy would have been fickle enough to be swayed by Degan's charm. I guess we'll never know - it's a good thing Rela appeared when she did. Grrr...guys like that make me mad! People who always asume that they're the cream when they're the pondscum, to misquote myself!

Good for Rela in taking him down!

 

Jem - Thanks! Good for Rela in taking him down!

It's something she's been wanting to do for years without getting in trouble. That's what the 'sleeping in the hallway' refrence refers to.

 

Ha, good for Rela!

 

Thanks Ish! I really wanted to show what a bad idea it was to get Rela really really angry.

 

Title: Stay With Me
Timeframe: 1 year pre-TPM, two months pre-"Times and Tides"
Characters: Qui-Gon, Jemmiah
Summary: Two old friends reflect on the priceless things in life.
Author's Note: This is for our brave, beleaguered friend Layren who needed a cheer-up and asked specifically for a hurt/comfort Qui-Gon/Jemmiah fic. Thanks to Jemmy for letting me borrow.

As usual, he was first aware of sounds--the hum of electronics, the beeping of monitors, the regulated hiss of an oxygen mask...

And a sharp crinkling sound, accompanied by munching and crunching.

"Jemmiah," he muttered, attempting to smile.

There was a sharp inhale, followed by a round of hacking coughs and the sound of small bits of shrapnel hitting the monitor.

All right, work on timing next.

"How did you know it was me?" she managed to croak out once her airway was clear.

"Who else would be eating takkini chips at my deathbed?"

"Your Padawan," she retorted. "In fact, the only reason he's not here is that he ran out of julaberry sweets!"

Finally, his brain was alert enough to suggest that he pry his eyes open. The world came into focus to display Jemmiah lounging on the next bed over, finishing off the last crumbs. She paused long enough to brush the crumbs off her sleeveless blue tunic, then glanced up to smile at him.

"No harm done," she assured. "How are you feeling?"

"About as alive as we all did after Urior," he groused. "How long have I been out?"

"A week," she reported. "If you need to know why, you can find the nearest mirror, but I wouldn't advise it."

"I don't need to know," he said shortly. "My body's making it self-explanatory."

The particulars were fuzzy, but the still-healing injuries inspired recollection well enough. It was impossible to forget the whipping when his gouged back was in direct contact with the sheets. The broken bones in his jaw and legs were mending, but that didn't stop them from stinging with a vengeance. The burns across his chest were the worst, since every breath stretched them.

"A week?" he repeated.

"Well," she amended, "two weeks, but the first week found you on your way home."

"Right," he mumbled.

"Do you remember..."

She broke off, choosing an uncomfortable gesticulation instead that encompassed his rather battered body.

He didn't dare speak of how much he remembered. He didn't particular want to speak of the hostage situation and having to barter freedom for favors.

He knew, nevertheless, that her imagination would be more of a torment than hearing the truth.

"Don't make me interrogate you," she requested quietly.

Mind-reader.

"I'll get to that if you tell me how Obi-Wan is," he bargained.

"Fair enough," she sighed. "He got a blister on his big toe from the boots he had to borrow during the rescue, but other than that, he came out of it unscathed."

"Unscathed?" Qui-gon snorted. "Are you sure they didn't replace him with a clone?"

"No," she said happily. "An-Paj was severely exasperated with the both of you."

One victim unpleasantly in need of his services and the one who got away. Of course he was exasperated.

"Your turn," she prompted.

He sucked in a long breath, grimacing at the strain it put on his burns, but nodded. "How much of it do you know?"

"I know you went to mediate a negotiation for a new government on Raltiir," she supplied, "and that the opposing party decided to be uncooperative and take the lot of you hostage. I know Ben was escorting one of the High Councillors to the conference when it happened so that he couldn't get to you..."

She looked away, crumpling the chip bag distractedly in her hands with unnecessary force.

Too much of him begged silently for more details on Obi-Wan, on what he had felt and how he could be helped now, but the immediate concerns were the needs of his Jemmiah.

"I know that you got out of there twelve days later looking like a sentient smashball," she finished.

"An apt description," he granted grimly.

She sat back, arms f

 

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Bravo!!! need more!!!

 

There isn't any more! Go write me a kyran fic!

 

Thanks. I half-did it to get in practice for Where Faith Is.

 

I'm not sure I got the humor right in this, but it just came pouring out this morning and then demanded to be posted. So what are you gonna do?

Critique away, even harshly if you must Want to know how I can make this better!

Kit

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The Dare - it started with a kiss
a year before The Prison

?Go on I dare you.?

?No way, I?m not touching that let alone kissing it.? Fitz surveyed the object of the dare with a look of distaste. They were standing in the lush temple gardens, the trees and folliage mostly cleared away to form a park of some sorts. Underneath some of the trees Masters and padwans practiced katas, while others sprawled on the grass reading and meditating. Iniates, padawans and knights played games with each other. Except for the grassy knoll on which the three young Jedi stood, the rest of the gardens gave off an air of general relaxation.

?Go on Fitz. Do it!? Alfric egged on his friend.

?No!? The answer was adamant and followed by crossed arms, as if the message needed backing up.

?Go on! I?ll give you a five credits.?

?It?s not worth five credits. It?s disgusting.?

?Five shiny credits, all for you.?

?If he says he doesn?t want to then he doesn?t have to.? Kirshoff rumbled patting Fitz on the shoulder with a large hand.

?Thanks, Kirsh.? Fitz replied smiling at his friend.

?Of course, then we?d all think he was a scardy-nerf.? Kirshoff finished with a wink. The sandy-haired giant smiled at Fitz as if daring him to disagree.

?I?m not a scardy-nerf!?

?Scardy-nerf, scardy-nerf!? Alfric started chanting until Fitz kicked him hard in the shins. Alfric yelped and began hoping in small circles while Fitz glared at him and Kirshoff tried to look calm and collected despite the fact his shoulders were shaking in laughter.

?Then do it.? Krishoff rumbled, giving his friend a push towards down the hill. Fitz took a few stumbling paces before he managed to regain his balance and turned to glare at his friends again.

"No."

Krishoff shrugged, but Alfric was already besides him whispering and tugging on his sleeve. There was a moment of silence where Alfirc and Kirshoff conversed in whispers and rapidly emptied their pocket counting what was inside and discarding what wasn't useful. For a few seconds Fitz could here an arguement about a button, but he ignored it. Instead he looked doubtfully across the temple gardens and then back to his friends. The two whispering conspirators finally looked up and smiled at Fitz, a smile that could only be described as bordering on the darkside.

?We?ll give you fifteen credits-? Kirshoff declared,

"-and a button-" Alfric interjected like that would make the offer more appealing.

?-We?ve pooled our money and decided it?s worth it.? Kirshoff continued ignoring his younger companion.

There was another silence in which the two padawans flapped the credits enticingly and Fitz wavered between snatching them and staring at the object of the dare. Finally he managed to compose himself.

?What if I die.? Fitz asked with a dramatic flourish as he took the credits.

?Die?? Kirshoff looked sceptical, ?I?ve never heard of anyone dieing from it.?

?He should know. He?s a healer!? Alfric said obviously proud of his friend.

?He?s an apprentice healer,? Fitz corrected, ?and besides they?ve got germs!?

?So you are saying that Ash-lee has germs?? Kirshoff asked sounding both amused and afronted and then added with a sly grin, ?what about Tara?? ,

Fitz scowled at the second name, obviously beaten by Kirshoff?s logic.

?I still don?t think it?s a good idea.? Fitz said pocketing the money, ?and you?ll get to explain to my master when I come down with a horrible disease.?

?What sort of horrible disease have you gotten now padawan?? The new voice made the three young Jedi jump. They spun around to find Fitz's master staring at them in amusement. Jed put his hand on his padawan's shoulder and grinned at the boys.

?They want me to?to?? Fitz waved a hand in the general direction of the o

 

LOL. That's great. I'm really loving the responses to this challenge.

 

Fantastic Kit'!

The boys are at the 'no they've got cooties' phase, and it looks like Fitz's master wants them to stay there!! I love how they used Tara's name to see if it would tempt him more.

 

*giggles* Oh god, I remember the "boys have cooties!" days.

Great job both of you!!

 

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(Thanks for your time ).

 

Oh, crap, so what do we pick?

 

I was thinking the same thing Ish!

My vote goes for Jem since without her we wouldn't really have the Jemmiah Chronicles.

 

Yes, but which part?!

 

That part has me totally stumped!