Should as Strangers we Meet--continuing JA story

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That was frightening HealerLeona!
Frightening but good! Post more!

 

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HealerLeona please come back and post. I know you're upset that Rela and Jemmy tricked you and you lost Qui-Gon on Braid-boy. I'm sure Rela will share. She's really good person at heart, just ask her.

Please post soon.
mouse2 goes off to pout while waiting of a H.L. post

 

I'm so very sorry. Again, I'm trying to write more but I had a long weekend and as I've said before I write best while at work.

I'm hoping to have more in a couple days, I hope.

Thanks for your patience.

HL

 

To the top so Leona can find you!

Hey, H.L.! I know you're in a funk, but you can work your way out. If I can do it anyone can. Work on a different scene or make an outline. That's what I had to do. I knew what I wanted to happen it was just getting to that point that was the problem. C'mon Leona you can do it! I believe in you! I really need a post!

 

It's pretty sad when you cringe at the sight of your story brought up.

I'm trying mouse, really I am. It's coming, but ever so slowly.

 

I'm here for ya' too H.L.! I know you can do it!!

Just let the Force flow through you.

 

I just got done making a real quick test footage of my first scene. Unfortunately, I don't have a digital camera so don't expect to see it anytime soon. I still need people to help me with the first 2 paragraphs of my movie if you haven't read my other post yet about the storyboard.
All they have to be about is how the Old Republic is starting to fall apart and becoming the Galatic Empire and how the Jedi are having a hard time survivng with the new changes. Thanks

 

AAHHH!

Here I was, all ready to download some juicy test footage!

D'oh!

Don't do that to me!!!

 

"use the force" HL....you don't have a bad feeling about this, and please dont center on your anxities, it'll only cause future problems with red and black tatooed guys carrying double sided sabers !!!

 

Thanks guys.

I've decided to post what little I have so far against my better judgement, since the site may be down for days shakes head, wondering how she'll get by without a daily fix).

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Danni was uncharacteristically silent as they were escorted back to the cabin where Xanatos had earlier made his confessions to OBi-Wan.

Assuming it was a residual effect from whatever nightmares that had plagued her before awakening, Obi-Wan held her close, crooning soft, loving words into her ear.

Leading her into the sitting room, Obi-Wan eased his mate into the sofa where she seemed to immediately fall into a relaxed sleep.

"If there's nothing you'll be needing, I"ll see to a proper meal being sent." the accompanying med tech said standing just outside the open door.

"Thank you" Obi-Wan replied, "and thank Lord Talhn."

As soon as the door hissed closed Danni jumped up from her place on the sofa.

Obi-Wan watched in surprise as she sprinted to the door, placing her head against it.

After a moment of listening, she reached for the door's keypad. Fingering the soft buttons a number of times her face contorted in frustration.

"Sith, it's locked!" she swore softly, using the ultimate curse picked up from Obi-Wan over the years.

"Danni, what are you doing?" he asked, perplexed by the sudden change in behavior.

Shooting a furrowed brow at him, Danni raised a finger to her lips, crossing the room to stand beside him.

"We've been locked in." her quiet voice related.

"Why are you whispering?" Obi-Wan asked, unconsciously lowering his own voice to match.

"We're probably being monitored." her eyes darted furtively around the room.

Obi-Wan pursed his lips, concern evident on his face when she scurried about the room, inspecting various furnishings. He began to wonder if perhaps she had been more severely injured than at first thought.

"Danni" he called, going to her and pulling her to the sofa, "you should rest."

"Obi, we've got to find Qui-Gon and get out of here." she whispered with grave intensity.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, begrudging the Jedi Master's inclusion in her overly protective manner.

The young woman glared at him, astonished by his complete disregard of the tense aura she felt thrumming through the Force.

"What's the matter with you?" she snapped bitterly, "Have you lost all sense of the Force?"

Obi-Wan pulled back from her, stung by her biting words.

"Just what is that suppose to mean?" his own anger beginning to surface.

"Don't you sense it...the darkness?" she asked, baffled by his blindness.

"Danni, I think you're still a bit confused from what happened." he rationalized.

"You can't tell me you don't feel the ominous veil surrounding that man?" her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What man?" he inquired cautiously, knowing that it wasn't the rogue Jedi she referred to.

"That lord of course...Zantos, or whatever he calls himself." she spat with great distain. "Don't tell me you trust him after what he did to us?"

"Danni, Lord Talhn explained to me why he fired on us and under the circumstances, though I may not agree with it, I do undrstand."

Holding her hand in his, Obi-Wan related Xanatos' past history with the Master Jedi.

"So, you see Danni, if there is anything you're feeling, doesn't it seem more reasonable that the cause would be attributed to the Jedi?"

"But Obi, Oomi picked up on it days ago..."

"Yes" he interrupted, "just when the Jedi showed up. Do you believe that merely coincidence?"

Danni held her tongue, though she desperately wanted to remind him that the elderly leader had flatly stated the darkness was not from the Jedi though there was a connection.

"Maybe." she answered meekly, determining for the time being she would let Obi believe he had convinced her.

There was something amiss here, not that she believed for a second that the Jedi was capable of the atrocities Lord Talhn accused him of.

Her thoughts were broken up by a light buzz from the door.

"Come in." Obi-Wan called casually from the sofa.

A blank-faced man, dres

 

Hooray, a post! Thank you, HealerLeona, thank you for putting this up, even against your so-called better judgement, which always seems to err on the side of caution. I thought this post was good. I especially liked the rendition of Obi-Wan's eating habits. I'm so glad that Danni notices something's wrong! There may be hope for Qui-Gon yet! Now if Obi-Wan would just open up and listen to the Force!

 

Yes! A new post
(Sprinkles a bit of confetti)

 

Yipeee!! A post! Healer Leona is back!

 

Great post, post more! tongue.gif tongue.gif

 

Not too sure about this new message board. It doesn't seem as user friendly as the last one. And I sure don't like bringing up a new window when trying to reply. That list of replies is confusing. What if I need to locate a specfic part of a story and don't remember who posted it, especially in the add-ons.

Whoa. Totally confusing!

And how do we use italics?

Well anyway, here's a small post.

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After a number of hours of sitting and watching the stationary figure of Qui-Gon Jinn, Xanatos shifted uncomfortably on the stool.

This wasn't quite what he expected. His initial elation at having the Jedi Master at his mercy had quickly receded to disappointment and boredom.

It irked him to receive so little satisfaction in causing misery to the man.

Over the years he had, on occasion, caught himself thinking with regret on the quick-handed death he had dealt his former master. Always at those times he reasoned any contrition was a longing to have inflicted as grievous an injury as he himself had felt at the Jedi's renouncing him.

He had built dreams, vivid imaginings of what he would have liked to do to his hated master. Each tear he had shed was paid back one hundred fold in his fantasies with pain, blood and torment.

Those musings had given him strength, providing him a small contentment at the time.

How then now, when I have the very subject of those dreams here with me in reality am I not comforted.

Where was the satisfaction of making dreams come true? Why should this apparent victory feel so hollow, the expected gratification so elusive?

'Perhaps because retribution is not what you really seek.' a weak, long banished voice whispered in his head.

Xanatos straightened, shocked by the intrusion of this undesired voice.

'No!' he told himself silently. 'That's impossible!'

The cold, calculating part of his psyche reinserted itself, searching desperately for that heartless expanation for the feeling o empty.

Finally it came, the darkness in his mind laughing triumphantly at it's discovery.

This wasn't his master, he told himself, not really. Though this man was identical in every aspect, this was not 'the' Qui-Gon Jinn who had betrayed the bond they shared so long ago.

Grasping at this flimsy line of reasoning an internal struggle began as logic fought against it.

But the darkside, now almost an addiction pushed hard at the conflicting thoughts. Never did it demand sacrifice or hardship. The darkside only promised an endless fulfillment of all wants and desires.

To listen to that stray voice now would only serve to call into question all his life's actions. And because he was weak and it was easier to surrender to ego, he felt the voice of conscience squelched under the weight of self-serving free-will.

Xanatos rose suddenly, leaving the room, unconsciously distancing himself from that which stirred doubts and confusion.

Striding down the large ship's corridor, he entered a turbolift that took him to a secured deck that few aboard had access to.

By the time he made his way to his destination his previously held resolve had returned and all doubts of actions and intentions were erased.

A pass of his hand opened the locked door and the Lord of Telos walked into the security station full of dark confidence.

The officer on duty jumped to his feet as soon as spying Xanatos at the door.

Instantly the man reached for one of the many vid-monitors, one that's screen was dark with shadows.

"They're asleep." the officer said, extracting a small data chip from the monitor and offering it to Xanatos.

Without a word, the Telosian Lord glanced at the screen which showed an unlit bedroom, two indistinct forms nestled together in the bed.

Taking the chip, Xanatos turned on his heels and retired to his own suite.

Seating himself in front of his personal holo-monitor he inserted the data chip in the slot to observed the activities of his 'guests'.

The girl seemed far more persecptive of her surroun

 

yes your back! I think alot of threads have 'Phantom' replys in them. This is definetly different.

 

Great post Feeler Leona! Err, I mean Healer! We just all know how you like "taking care" of a certain Jedi. You sicko! But anyway, post more! Please!?

 

This story is great!! I was so glad to see TWO new post. I didn't see the other one before the move. They are both great.

 

Way to go HealerLeona! What a way to blast out of that funk! See, I told you that you could do it.

I don't believe that YSA called you a sicko. I think for that you should stay on the comp for an extra hour or so. Yeah, that way you can post more! hehehe.

 

"It irked him to receive so little satisfaction..."

Excellent line! Excellent portrayal of the opposing feelings within Xanatos and the way he squelches his conscience. Now. Is he going to try harder to get the victory over Qui-Gon that he seems to crave so much? Or is he going to give in eventually to the realisation that this is not the master he quarreled with so many years ago? Post more soon! I can't wait to see your next ideas!

 

Yay for the new posts, HealerLeona, and they were both wonderful. I can't wait to see more!

 

Awesome post, Healer Leona!
I like how there is still a small part of Xanatos' mind that bears some amount of good. Very cool characterization!

I also bring up the question of how we make italics. If anyone could explain....

 

OK, time for a little more Qui-torture (which of course includes Obi-torture).
It's short, but I hope you enjoy.

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Scene after horrible scene played itself out behind the Jedi Master's closed eyes, each one accompanied by a torrent of unbearable suffering, both physical and emotional.

The transport crash on the mostly waterworld of Oceaneria . The exhausting two day swim in the emerald sea in search of landmass.

Stripped to their bare underclothes, their Jedi attire disgarded as the weight of them wet pulled them down.

Onward they swam, ever onward, muscled strained and weary, arms and legs moving so long it was now painful to stop.

Deep inside their Force focused minds their only wish to feel the resistance of solid ground beneath their feet.

Obi-Wan, only sixteen then, pushed to the limits of physical endurance. Qui-Gon knew the boy was concentrating solely on the strength of his master's presence beside him, urging him on.

Swimming for hours, then floating, the only respite for their beleaguered bodies. Swimming again, tight overused muscles burning in protest at their use.

Floating, ah...blessed stillness, the water lapping around them, lulling them into a dangerous hypnotic slumber.

Then the Force screaming in alarm, Qui-Gon's eyes snap open, his arms flailing at his side, their predicament in the water momentarily forgotten upon awakening.

Attempting to right himself, forcing cold, numb legs to move in a pendulum motion to stay afloat.

Eyes searching frantically over the water's surface he locates Obi-Wan, some twenty meters away, still overcome by sleep.

The Force's insistance of danger grows stronger as he watches his apprentice bob lightly on the calm water like a bouyant piece of driftwood.

//Obi-Wan// Qui-Gon calls calmly over their bond, instinctively knowing that movement may draw the attention of whatever lurked beneath them, but needing Obi-Wan awake and alert.

//Master?// came the baffled response of his apprentice as the master felt the water begin to churn aound him.

Whatever was hiding in the depths was rising to meet him.

//Be still padawan// he sent in a tone of command that bade compliance.

Something brushed tentatively against him, then in a rush he felt his legs wrapped in a tight, compressive hold.

The flat, triangular tip of a large, thick tentacle wormed its way up his torso as he felt it constrict, snapping both femurs like dry kindling.

"Arghhhh..." Qui-Gon's agonized howl was cut short as he was submerged underwater. Springing up in a great splash, he coughed and sputtered out the salty water he had both swallowed and inhaled, arms flapping wildly.

"Master!" Obi-Wan cried out and in an adrenalin spiked burst of energy swam to where his master struggled with the unseen sea monster.

//Stop// he sent weakly through the bond, the excruciating pain of his crushed legs exploding in his mind in bright red light.

//Obi..still, must remain..still//

Immediately the boy stopped but already Qui-Gon could feel the grasp on his legs lessen. His body angled horizontally as his legs floated to the surface, broken and useless, the hold on them released.

Floundering miserably, bearly able to push pass the pain that accompanied each jostling wave he caused as he strove to keep his head above water.

Off to his left Obi-Wan watched the water around him.

Qui-Gon saw the tentacle rise from the water behind his apprentice. Saw as it bent forward over the boy's shoulder, latching on to him, pulling him down.

"No!" Qui-Gon panicked as Obi-Wan's head disappeared beneath the emerald waves.

Ducking his head underwater, Qui-Gon observed helplessly as his apprentice was dragged down into the darkened depths of the sea.

Arms outstretched, desperately reaching out to his master, his braid fluttering over his head, the creature retreated to the deep with its captive in tow.

"Master!" eyes wide with knowing terror, the boy mouthed, his life's breath leaving his lungs, the air bubbles q

 

O-o-o-o-o-o-oh, HealerLeona, how sad, how tragic! Xanatos, the jerk, the unfeeling med-tech, they're all terrible. And Obi-Wan, so obliviously lost, not listening to Danni or anyone else with truth to speak . . . . It's complex, so grotesquely fascinating. More, I cry! More! Exquisite writing, HealerLeona. Superb.