"Not Of This Fold" (K/J/Z) -- Chapter 18 up 14 June!

Oh my this is a great story! NEW READER ALERT! I love how you made Kyp and Zekk brothers! CLASSIC! I have never thought of that before but it sounds really true once you think about it! ^_^

MORE!

EJ

 

yummy yummy... uppy...

 

Here's more.

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When Captain Wes Janson walked into Wedge Antilles' office four days later, marking his second visit since arriving the day before, Wedge looked at him for a moment, then asked, "Wes, we have a problem."

"What's that?"

"There seems to be an Ewok chasing my nephew around base."

Wes immediately held up his hands. "Wasn't me, Wedge. I've been here twenty-four standard hours."

"I know. But I thought, perhaps, you could help us track it down."

The captain frowned. "Why me?"

"Remember Lieutenant Kettch?"

"Oh." Then Janson grinned. "Is your nephew, by any chance, afraid of Ewoks?"

Wedge glowered.

Wes sighed. "Fine, I'll look into it."

"Thank you."

As the captain left, he started grinning. Naturally, he hadn't told Antilles why he'd be looking into it. Someone around here obviously needed him to teach them the finer points of practical jokes.

Wes was looking forward to this. Finally, something to do other than shoot things.

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Dana

 

Tres amusing, Dana. I CANNOT wait to see what Wes has in mind!!!

Anna

 

I know I haven't been responding on this fic [ashamed_face] but I have been following along and will respond from now on!! Great job, Dana!!

 

*rubs hands together* this is gonna be good!

 

LOL! Wes is classic!

EJ

 

Oh geezz what does Wes have in mind NOW?! Poor Jag is going insane.

Jez

 

The captain frowned. "Why me?"

"Remember Lieutenant Kettch?"

"Oh." Then Janson grinned. "Is your nephew, by any chance, afraid of Ewoks?"

Wedge glowered.

Wes sighed. "Fine, I'll look into it."

"Thank you."


lol need more

 

Do I see a post? Ay, it is!

Very nice!

There seems to be an Ewok chasing my nephew around base

 

haha very good Dana!!!
I love!!!
*hugs Dana*
jsd

 

wes is so cool
UUPPPP!!!!!!!!!

 

i thought i'd posted here.

oh well
that was fad Dan i want more.

 

More soon. And it's a more serious post. I hope. But, with this story, you never know, do you . . . ?

Dana

 

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I want more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

who doesn't want more?
Tell me so I can beat them

 

UUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Here's a post!

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In a dark hallway, four shadowy figures converged.

"We've got problems. Antilles is on to Operation Stuffed Shirt," the tallest of them said.

"That's not good."

"Well, duh. Our subject is running around screaming like a little girl. Of course he's going to notice," the shortest of the shadows said.

"Good point."

Laughter erupted from one of the figures, but was quickly silenced.

"Quiet! Do you want people to discover us? The whole operation will be ruined!"

"Sorry."

"And Antilles and Fel aren't the only ones we're trying to keep from finding out," the first shadow pointed out. "Project Gag Me is still in effect."

"Remind me what that one is, again, 'cause I'm getting confused."

There was a sound of exasperation. "We were calling that Operation Stupid Sister until Kyp and Jaina returned from Hapes."

"Oh, right."

"Um. Kyp already knows. About Stuffed Shirt, I mean."

"What? When did that happen?"

"Last week, he said something about Lieutenant Kettch."

"Well, I'd assume he doesn't have any fond feelings for our test subject, so I wouldn't worry about it too much."

"I think we should move to Phase 2. We've established paranoia, now we need to aggravate it."

"Agreed. Anyone else?"

"Fine with me."

"Me, too."

"Then we'll discuss it tomorrow morning, and decide when best to implement it."

There was a chorus of whispered, "May the Force be with you."

Then the group scattered.

Several seconds later, Wes Janson opened the door he'd been hiding behind, and grinned. Finally, a starting place.

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Dana

 

I knew Wes was one of them!!!!!!!!!
ooh, but who could the others be????????
Maybe Tahiri?
...um Hobbie?
THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THE NAMES FOR THE PLOTS!!!!!!!!

 

Okay while confused, this was very amusing. Looking forward to the next post and seeing how you are going to incorporate that little idea you told me about Dana.

~~Jilly

 

KSOTF: Uh, Wes wasn't one of the four gathered. He was eavesdropping.

Jilly: LOL. That won't be for a couple of posts yet. Wes has to get in on the action first.

Dana

 

Well this has got to be the best day yet....the two fics that I was desperately waiting for have been updated!!!!

Yay!!!!

I'm also curious as to who the other 3 are....hum......

UP!!

 

Don't you mean, who the FOUR are? I haven't revealed anything yet.

Dana

 

Hee hee hee . . . Finally, I'll reveal at least ONE identity. But, y'know, if you go back and read through what I've posted so far, you should be able to figure out everything.

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Jacen stumbled into his quarters, exhausted from a sparring match with his brother. Then he shrieked in surprise at the sight of the Ewok sitting on his bed.

After several moments, he relaxed, realising it was just a toy reproduction. Still it was incredibly life-like. And it had, to his consternation, some sort of metal prostetics attached to its stubby arms and legs.

A datapad sat on its lap. Cautiously, Jacen picked it up and turned it on.

A message appeared on the screen.

HELLO, JACEN. MY NAME IS LIEUTENANT KETTCH.

"What the krif?" Jacen exclaimed.

NOW, NOW, THERE IS NO NEED FOR SUCH LANGUAGE. I AM HERE TO HELP YOU.

Jacen's brandy-coloured eyes widened. "Help me? With what?"

There was a pause. Then words scrolled across the screen.

OPERATION: STUFFED SHIRT. I OFFER MY SERVICES IN THE IMPLEMENTATION OF PHASE 2.

Jacen examined the commlink attached to the datapad. He could take it to Jaina, have her analyse the signal, but that would be letting her in on the game.

"Why do you want to help? And who are you? You're sure as Sith not the Ewok on my bed."

I AM . . . A FRIEND. AND I'M BORED.

A moment, then, AND YOUR TEST SUBJECT ANNOYS ME.

"You aren't Kyp Durron, are you?"

Jacen could almost hear laughter.

NO. I AM THE ORIGINAL LIEUTENANT KETTCH.

Jacen frowned.

OR SHOULD I SAY, THE PERPETRATOR OF THE ORIGINAL KETTCH?

This was surreal. "If you want to help, you'll have to meet us."

THAT CAN BE ARRANGED. NAME THE PLACE.

"Tomorrow morning, after breakfast, in the docking bay where the 'Lightning Rod' is."

I WILL SEE YOU THEN. DON'T BRING THE EWOK. IT'S JUST A BIT INCRIMINATING.

Jacen thought the mysterious messenger had gone, but then he saw one more line of text.

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH THE EWOK.

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Dana