Beyond ~ The reason I didn't update...~ finished on ff.n, part II started

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  1. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    When the world began to turn again, the screen was blank again, the file empty. I picked up the lightpen and got to work on the summary. I needed to concentrate on something completely different, if I didn't want to crack up right there and then. In the end it was half a page of horrible hieroglyphs, but I didn't care. I curled up under the blanket trying to shut out the realisation of what I had lost. Which seemed to become ever more, as I desperately tried to remember everything. But I was fighting a lost battle and I knew it.

    The stress of it all is getting to my padawan!!! :_|

    Tell them it was your birthday, and you're in desperate need of double-chocolate cake!

  2. MsLanna Force Ghost

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    Glad you liked it, Alexis. And just because he's a nice Imperial, doesn't mean Arn is a nice all the time. ;)

    Thank you Vadey. I just hope my adventures will become more agrreabale soon.[face_plain]

    No worries, Ale. [:D] It'll get better. Eventually.






    Twelve

    I awoke fearing for my life. There was nothing in the pitch blackness of my room but the humming of the engines and my ragged breath. I pressed my back against the bulkhead and tried to breathe normally and get to the bottom of my nightmare. It was already half gone again. I remembered being followed through the corridors of the ship by bony shadows with huge teeth. But or course, there was nowhere to go, only endless corridors, with locked doors and the patter of feet behind me.

    Finally, the shadows caught up with me, approaching from bit sides. It were Dita and Meeper, as tall as me, but horribly starved and their teeth were threatening me. I had not been there to feed them, and now they were back to - I couldn't remember. But I knew it was more terrible than anything.

    I pulled the blanket up and tried to forget about it, it was only a nightmare after all. But I couldn't. Who did feed those two now? My boyfriend couldn't take them in, he had a cat. Maybe my sister would take care of them. I hoped so, they had been of well in her care when I was on holiday. I just hope somebody did feed them. I saw their round snouts wobble accusingly just before they broke into on of their loud cheeping attacks.

    Pulling the blanket over my head, I tried to think of something else. Not matter, just not home. Bad day tomorrow, right? Getting up at six, pure horror. I never got up at six before. Maybe for some very weird stuff at uni, but that was years ago. Okay, if the degus had turned their running wheel into a noise-making machine, then I had to get up. They liked to do that. Damned.

    But how difficult is it NOT to think of something. Don't think of a green elephant, right? Well, a green elephant was better than degus.
    Not again.

    I tried to clear my mind of any thought. I had no use for that now. My alarm clock would pull me out of sleep too soon anyway, and each second I was awake now, was on less I had slept. Think of nothing, I told myself, the big swirling nothing that swallows up everything. Only, that it refused to swallow up me, too.

    So I lay, staring into the darkness behind my lids and wished for once, that I was a Jedi and could just immerse myself in the Force and find peace of mind. Though, considering my luck, I'd probably find a piece of mind, and whose that might be was anybody's guess. Good thing Palps was dead already. Or was he? I never got the Dark Empire straight on the timeline.

    The idea of creepy wrinkle face being still around was no improvement of the situation. It would be bad enough when C'Baoth would be around later, and that one was mad as a hatter. And I would have some ysalamiri to protect me. Maybe, I could get two of those to substitute for Dita and Meeper.

    Here I went round again.

    Maybe I should have been grateful. At least, it was not my boyfriend I was thinking about or my family. That would hurt bad. That would - I felt a lump form in my throat. Real good work there, Mel. Pulling up my knees, I tried to think of degus again. Not that it helped any. So I lay curled, trying hard to think of degus until I finally fell asleep again.

    And that is the reason, I didn't update here.
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  3. VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus

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    That update was very sad, but written so well! =D=
  4. Alexis_Wingstar Force Ghost

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    That was sad. [:D]

    I know how hard it is not to think of something. It's like, when someone tells you not to call someone a certain name that rhymes with that person's name, and the next time you talk to that person, of course you call them by the name you're not supposed to! :oops:

    Great update. :)
  5. Idrelle_Miocovani Force Ghost

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    Great update, Lanna!

    Bad day tomorrow, right? Getting up at six, pure horror.

    It is pure horror. [face_plain] I hate getting up at six.

    [:D]
  6. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    Lanna! Such wallowing!

    At least there was a silver lining of humor:

    So I lay, staring into the darkness behind my lids and wished for once, that I was a Jedi and could just immerse myself in the Force and find peace of mind. Though, considering my luck, I'd probably find a piece of mind, and whose that might be was anybody's guess.
    ;)
    *Please, don't let it be mine, please don't let it be mine...it's so filthy in there!*

    Albiet short but fantastic, you captured the round and round mind of a sleepless night perfectly! =D=


  7. MsLanna Force Ghost

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    Thank you Vadey. [:D] The next should be more fun. For us, at least.[face_mischief]

    Yes, it's very har, Alexis. And almost never works, either. Let's hope the Imps give me something else to consider...:)

    Horro, horror, horror, Idrelle. Had to do it a few times at uni and hated it with a passion. Maybe Arn wirll realise I am no good that time in the moring and let me sleep longer.:D [face_SO_unlikely]

    Hey, nothing to be said against a good wallow now and then, Ale.[face_shame_on_you] And since there's nobody around to pity me, I have to take that on myslef.:p Heh, sorry about the many bad puns here, I read too much Futon...:oops:




    Thirteen

    The next morning was indeed a real drag. The alarm went off at six sharp, but the effect was low. I wanted my Klingon-Shout-Out back. Still I managed to roll out of bed and make it into the sonic somehow. I am not sure I got everything right, but it felt as if something happened, anyway. But just when most of the lights went to green, another beeping started, the door.
    Breakfast I guessed, and tried to shut down the sonic. Not that is seemed to work, and the door would not open itself. I stopped short. From all the stupid, mind-boggling -

    I had forgotten to ask Arn how that stupid door worked. I could not let my breakfast in. And maybe, I could not even let myself out. Great, real great. After managing to turn the sonic off, I stumbled into the room. The door had fallen silent, but my stomach rumbled angrily instead. Hurriedly, I got dressed. It felt strange to be completely dry after having a shower, and it would take some getting used to. The upside was, that my hair didn't drip all over the place. Strange, it didn't fall into my eyes. Had the sonic an inbuilt hairdresser? I tried to run my hand thorough it.

    It stood on end. That explained, why I felt so tingly all over and why it did not hang into my face as usual. I tried to smooth it down some, but it was rather reluctant. Those sonic were a gothic girl's dream. Unfortunately, I had no time for that now. I just wondered fleetingly, if I could have a blueprint of one tattooed somewhere, so I could take it home with me. Hours of hairstyling reduced to a ten minute sonic. I'd be rich. And pretty.

    Right now, though, I tried to open the door, but it did not react to approaching, or to touching, or simple commands. Ensign Arn would be so proud of me: late again, and managing to get locked into my own room. Good think the Grand Admiral himself was not seeing this. I powered up the computer. Not that I had the calm to fight my way though all the gibberish, I grabbed the pad.

    "Appointment at the medbay in five minutes, you will be late. Turn right."

    Now that was a big help. I wondered if throwing the pad against the door would help any. Art least, the pad might shut up. I punched random buttons that looked as if they had something to do with communication. Finally, the face of a young officer filled the screen. He looked worried as soon as he saw me.

    "State position and type of emergency."

    Or maybe that was his profession. Oh dear. Arn would have me for breakfast. "Ms Mellanna Morrison," I said trying hard not to turn fiercely red. "I just wanted to call Ensing Arn, actually. I - I locked myself in."

    The officer looked at me, ready to grab though the screen and throttle me. Good thing they didn't use Sith on the other end of the emergency line. Though it might put a rather sudden stop to pranks.

    "And why are you calling here, then? This is not a game, ms Morrison. Use Arn's personal comm code and -"

    "I can't," I interrupted him before he could finish and cut the connection.

    "You don't have his code?"

    "I am not sure," I licked my lips nervously. "Anyway, I don't know how to use the pad as communicator or my terminal, and I can't get anywhere for help because, " I swallowed, "I don't know how to open the door." Blasted door.

    He was good, alright. I just knew he wanted to rotfl by now, but he ke
  8. VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus

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    I stared up into half-hidden strange faces. Then something cold exploded at my throat and things started to fade out.

    "Ouch?" I volunteered half-heartedly, before everything went dark.

    And that is the reason, I didn't update here.


    I love this OC! [face_love]

    =D=
  9. Alexis_Wingstar Force Ghost

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    Operations give me the heebie jeebies... especially the thought of an operation on the eyes! Well, hopefully it won't have an adverse affect!

    Great update. I loved the reaction from the emergency help desk Imp.
  10. Ceillean Force Ghost

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    All the while I pictured Mellana with Frankenstein's Bride's hair. [face_laugh]
    Those Imperials are rather quick when it comes to medics, huh?

    Great update!
    =D=
  11. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    To my amazement, I did not wind up in the med room I had been in already, no the place looked suspiciously like an operating theatre and I had the bad feeling I was supposed to be starring the staged play.


    Somehow the opera scene in Interview With a Vampire popped in my head...awesome imagery Lanna!

    =D=
  12. MsLanna Force Ghost

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    She's a bit of a wisenheimer, ain't she, Vadey? Just can't keep her gob shut. Stupid girl.;)

    The Imps are great fun to write, Alexis. They are all so serious about everything.:rolleyes:

    Hehe, a real bad hair day, Ceillean. Good thing, I'm not a pilot, that hairsytle doesn't fit under any helmet.:p

    Thank you Ale. [:D] Though I am afraid Armand will not make a guest appearance here.







    Fourteen

    I awoke and could not open my eyes. It took me some time to realize that, and the reasons for it. A quick check of my body brought up no pains at all, I felt amazingly well for somebody who had just had intrusive medicine or whatever that was called. I wondered if that was a good sign of work excellently done, or a bad sign of alleged work not done at all but -something different. I was getting a paranoia already. Good work, Empire.

    The reason I couldn't get my eyes open, was some squishy thing that was probably a special bandage. It allowed for some movement of my lids, but not opening them. I sighed.

    "She is awake now," a voice said, and somebody approached.

    "How do you feel?" It was Arn.

    "Can't see a thing, but otherwise I feel no different from before." My voice was slightly hoarse and I wished for something to drink suddenly. Not enough to ask Arn for it, though.

    "The bandage will be removed in a few minutes," he replied. Now that I was not distracted by his uniform, I realized he had a nice voice, too. Self-assured, reassuring and with a nice timbre. Perfect to put you at ease, actually. But right now, I did not question that, I rather liked being put at ease.

    "And then?"

    "Considering your state, there will be a light training, and since you can still hear fine,. A differentiation of alarms that can occur, so you don't mix up those and are generally in the way. More than you are anyway."

    I sighed.

    "After lunch your eyes should have adapted. In case you get headaches from the new vision, you can get medication for that." He paused. There will be more reading and writing exercises and lessons in history and Imperial protocol."

    Ouch. I was not a fan of protocol. But maybe they would teach me how to salute, that would be nice. Not that I was in any way involved with the military here.

    "Okay. Will you teach me how to comm somebody, too?"

    "An icon has been put on your pad, with which you can comm me. That is sufficient for now."

    "If you say so. When are we due to arrive at Myrkr? Do I have to do anything? I would like to see an ysalamir-" I stopped myself. I could not see anything right now. Too bad. "Well, I guess, I'll get to see them soon enough."

    There was no reply from Arn for the longest time. Maybe he was not informed about the current destination, or just counter checking. Or finding out if I was planned for anything. Not that there would be much excitement around: no meeting of Karrde, no Mara around, let alone Luke.

    I put my head in my hands, and only the bandage over my eyes kept me from automatically rubbing them hard. This was all a mess.

    "You will not be required for the current mission," Arn suddenly spoke up again. "Your schedule will remain unchanged."

    I sighed. Then steps approached and after a short exchange, the bandage was slowly taken off. I felt like Han after the carbonite, at first, I saw nothing. Then, I began to see light blobs and darker blobs that had different shades of something that was not yet a colour, but more than just contrast. I got a headache immediately.

    After complaining, I got a small bottle with pills, that I stashed away in one of the many pockets of the jumpsuit. Yes, I had gotten that back, too. And to my surprise, the light training was indeed light. Probably to spare my back, provided they actually did something there. Something that was not inserting a tracker, or what have you.

    My paranoia was thriving, soon I would be fit for conspiracy theories and all that. And I was here only about a week. A whole week. />
  13. Ceillean Force Ghost

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    I might as well have thrown a cat into a microwave, he went boom like one.

    [face_laugh][face_laugh][face_laugh][face_laugh]

    And on a different note: Arn seems tasty, doesn't he? :D


    Don't you dare call the Emperor," he had to swallow, "Palps again."

    Why ever not? It's a cute nickname, me thinks.

    Wondering where this is going. Great update!
    =D=
  14. VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus

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    Loved it! [face_laugh] Yet another wonderful update!! =D=
  15. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    I could keep the most important ones apart, though for me, about all of them spelled 'get your sorry ass to the next staging area.

    All loud blaring alarms say that to me!

    First Thrawn, now Arn? If this is another case of Zekk and Jag, Mel... :p


  16. MsLanna Force Ghost

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    Yes, Arn has definitly been selected to be pleasing, Ceillean. And, actually, this is going nowhere.:oops:

    Thank you Vadey.[:D]

    It won't Ale. Promise. If I have any plans they are nasty, especially where Arn is concerned.[face_mischief]




    Fifteen

    The monotone beep of the alarm dragged me out of sleep. I wanted my own alarm clock back. Sulking I got up, soniced and unlocked the door by using my pad. Just in time to let my breakfast in. I grabbed my pad, hoping to convince the door to open with it somehow. It worked, too. I approached my door and it opened. Just like that.

    I looked rather surprised at the man standing on the other side, but automatically took the tray. Breakfast seemed to be some kind of toast, tea and fruit salad. Of course, my assessment of the food might be off completely. I had just finished cleaning my teeth, brushing was not a word that described the action anymore, when the door rang again.

    This time it was Ard, and he did not like my sulk.

    "Rise and shine?" He offered.

    I grumbled something unarticulated. Even if it was seven by now, my mood was still arguing that I as already awake for an hour. Blasted alarm.

    "You should work on your attitude if you want to last, Ms." It was amazing how well he could switch gear between friend and supervisor, it didn't even show. But even seeing all those obvious signs why he had to baby-sit me, was not enough to make me resent them. Damn good choice indeed.

    "I want my alarm clock back," I said, rerouting the conversation.

    "Why?"

    "It shouted me out of bed in Klingon."

    "I can shout you out of bed." He seemed to find the idea amusing, but then, so did I.

    "Go ahead then. I hate this beeping."

    "Let's see, if you can earn it." He gestured towards the door.

    I pretended to consult my pad, and he shook his head exasperated.

    "Just trying," I apologised. "Training first, then check-up. Lunch, lessons, training, dinner studies, endex."

    He indicated the door with his head, and I passed him by, tempted to stick my tongue out. For once I had done some reading and memorising the evening before. And t felt good, to keep Arn a little busy, even if it was nothing big. Small things to make my day. I did not have much else.

    "Say, " wanted to know while I followed him through the maze of corridors, " Do you have to keep an eye on me twenty-four-seven now?"

    "I have a day off after every five days."

    I calculated shortly. "Then you'll be around, when we arrive at Wayland. Good, wouldn't want to be alone then. But what am I to do on my 'free' day?"

    "Something that does not require you to move around much?"

    "Thanks, Ensign, I worked that out on my own. But You never told me if there was a kind of recreation zone or something here."

    "I don't think that letting you mingle with the regular crew is a good idea," he began.

    "Oh, please? I would like to see how Imperials are in general. I promise not to bite."

    "No." It was a definite 'no', with no explanation attached. I sighed. No company except for a well-instructed Arn. This might not be fun at all. But then, who did I expect to see, really? Most people I'd have liked to meet were rebels, and though I should have liked to unhelmet Fett on sight, he was not even mentioned ion the TTT, so very unlikely to be around at all.

    "Believe me," Arn broke into my thoughts, "you don't have the time to socialise, anyway."

    "Not even on my free day?"

    He shook his head.

    Now that was bad. Alone with a ship-load of Imperials and not allowed to see one of them. What would I do? Read? Somehow I doubted, that I would find something equally interesting as Timothy Zahn, or Terry Pratchett.

    "Can I try the flight simulators?" It had to be worth a try. Those were aboard and, to me at least, a nice kind of distraction.

    "I will see what I can do. But this is not a cruise, Ms. Morrison."

    "I know, I know. It's just that I always wanted to try flying a TIE Interceptor for real. Or as real as it gets. Wouldn't want to/>
  17. Alexis_Wingstar Force Ghost

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    Hmm... I wonder how many times Arn is going to scold her about the attitude before it rubs off on him? [face_laugh]
  18. Ceillean Force Ghost

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    I like Arn. For an Imperial. :p

    "It shouted me out of bed in Klingon."

    Holy crap, I'd kill the damned thing. Just think: waking up in the mornings to a creepy, growly Klingon battle cry...Oh dear God. It wouldn't be healthy for my heart. :p

    Nice little update.
  19. VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus

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    "It shouted me out of bed in Klingon."

    That would make ME cranky too! :D

    =D= Great update! =D=
  20. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    I want my alarm clock back," I said, rerouting the conversation.

    "Why?"

    "It shouted me out of bed in Klingon."

    "I can shout you out of bed."



    So wait, that would mean he'd have to be there when you wake in the morning...something nasty in store for Arn indeed...:p
  21. MsLanna Force Ghost

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    I don't know, Alexis. But somehow I feel as if the rubbing off is supposed to work the other way round.:p

    Not a battlecry, Ceillean. Just simple Klingon. Probably very polite for Klingon, too.;)

    But it is the percet alarm clock, Vadey. 'Enterprise heevloo...' Okay, I can't spell klingon worth Sith, so that was it sounds like.[face_blush]

    Mr. Ale! Would you please get your mind out of the gutter.[face_not_talking] I just hate stumbling over it all the time.:p





    Sixteen


    Get your sorry ass out of bed and do something for the Empire!

    Go, go, go! This is not a pleasure cruise!

    Move it!!




    I was wide awake after the first syllables, and if the bunk had not been constructed so conveniently with a handbreadth of space between my had and the ceiling, I would have knocked me right back into sleep. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I felt adrenaline course through my whole body. Wow.

    "Impressive," I murmured, "most impressive."

    Then I jumped out of bed, punched my pad into the comp and jumped under the sonic. I managed to get myself and my teeth clean before breakfast arrived. Quite something. The reading lessons showed first results, it took me only a minute to find my schedule, the first agenda item of which was breakfast/lesson.

    Lessons in breakfast? My kind of education exactly. I stepped out of the room humming, listening to the pad with one ear. I had been in that room before and almost found it without help again. The door opened as I approached. This would need some thought later. Something made the doors open, but it was not genetics or such. But my train of thought changed direction immediately, since the room sported a table with breakfast - and a holo of Arn.

    "Good morning," I beamed.

    "You seem in a good mood. I take the new alarm suits you?"

    "It's no Klingon," I grinned, "but very effective."

    "Let's hope the effect doesn't wear off."

    "Oh, I can make you a list of people, I always wanted to be shouted out of bed by," I said, taking a slice of bread.

    "We will not send out messages to random people, asking them to shout a wayward vixen out of bed for us."

    I shrugged. Your choice. So, will you stand there all day, or join me?" I asked, grabbing another slice. "Fill yer boots."

    "Your boots?"

    "Mando saying," I explained chewing. "Forgot how it goes in Mando though."

    He rolled his eyes in a way expressing that I was clearly a hopeless case and he did not appreciate being stuck with me. Then the holo winked out. Instead the screen lit up, showing holonews. Wonderful. This was almost like home breakfast before work with my fave morning show. Only that the usual moderators were missing. I wondered, if Thrawn was having breakfast, too. The image of him sitting at a breakfast table in pyjamas with a newspaper came unbidden, and I choked on my food, when I tried to swallow and snigger at the same time.

    The news, if that's what is was seemed rather biased, and instead of a New Republic, there were still rebels aplenty, obviously occupying Imperial City and planning to take over the Empire. Snort. They already had, and were doing a good job of it, too. Provided somebody shot Fey'lya any day soon.

    At least, I was in the right mood, when the table suddenly rolled off and I was faced with Officer Seros again. He was not completely happy with my account of Imperial history, but he would let it slip. This once. Next topic, fall of the late Emperor. This was not very subtle, if even I caught its drift, but maybe it was not even meant to.

    "The fleet didn't know what to do. With the Emperor dead, and Vader, too, there was nobody to take command of them. Especially, since the Emperor's binding effect in the Force was gone."

    Seros' head twitched just noticeably. He did not like that notion. Well, he was not alone with it.

    "It does work. Jedi even have some kind of battle meditation to boost their fighting power," told him. "Though I would advise s/>
  22. Alexis_Wingstar Force Ghost

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    I bet the rebel scum has chocolate. [face_mischief] :p
  23. VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus

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    I wheezed my way though the exercises, realizing again, why I so much preferred to write about physical exertion than doing it myself. If god had wanted me to sprint several klicks while jumping hurdles, he would have given me a taste for it. Instead, he'd given me a taste for chocolate. In my opinion, that said it all. Only, that chocolate might just be a rare commodity here


    [face_laugh] I love this character! =D= [face_laugh]
  24. Ceillean Force Ghost

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    I second that! Join the Rebels: we have chocolate!

    Get your sorry ass out of bed and do something for the Empire!

    Go, go, go! This is not a pleasure cruise!

    Move it!!


    I would honestly kill the person who'd ever dare wake me in this manner. If I didn't die of a heart attack first.

    The image of him sitting at a breakfast table in pyjamas with a newspaper came unbidden, and I choked on my food, when I tried to swallow and snigger at the same time.

    Oh, what a wonderful picture. [face_laugh] Pyjamas with X-Wings on it, right? :D

    Great update, Mel!
    =D=
  25. Corellian_Ale Manager Emeritus

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    Speaking of stumbling...:p




    I managed to get myself and my teeth clean before breakfast arrived.

    Wait, you brushed your teeth, then you ate breakfast?!?! What kind of outfit is Thrawn running here?
    Next thing you know it'll be dogs and cats living together...mass hysteria!




    He rolled his eyes in a way expressing that I was clearly a hopeless case and he did not appreciate being stuck with me.

    I think it's denial, he find's you enjoyably frustrating.:p

    Seros doesn't, but that's too bad for him.


    Lando has the chocolate...;)




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