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The test (a challenge for every FF writer.)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction Stories--Classic JC Board (Reply-Only)' started by Jacinta_Kenobi, Jun 2, 2002.

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  1. zeekveerko

    zeekveerko Jedi Knight star 5

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    hey, what happened to this thread?

    *force shove*
     
  2. Jedi_StarDust

    Jedi_StarDust Jedi Padawan star 4

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    *Also offers a Force shove* UUUUUPPPP! :D Hmm, where are all the stories? I signed up to do one, but I'm still waiting to be notified about an alien, an object and a line. ;)

    *StarDust*
     
  3. Obischick

    Obischick Jedi Master star 4

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    Pooooooor Jedi Stardust!! :p

    UP!!

    ~Obischick
     
  4. _Derisa_Ollamhin_

    _Derisa_Ollamhin_ Jedi Master star 4

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    Here's my contribution, at long last. :) Thanks for the challenge: this was fun!

    *Derisa*

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    Mawrlmawrennis was not happy. The thick rank smells that assaulted his sensitive olfactory senses seem to have invaded his very pores. He had to keep his lips closed tight over his paired mouths to filter out as much of the offensive smell-tastes as possible, but even so, his large dark eyes watered. This was the last errand he would ever run for a human, Senator or no.

    He sensed more than heard a sound from behind him. The Ithorian skin sensitivity worked better than ears in some ways: he could feel presences, interruptions of air currents, that sort of thing, but identifying specific noises was sometimes beyond him. He relied on his widely separated and independantly brained eyes to understand most beings forms of speech. The presence behind him was making him nervous, so he halted his forward motion and backed himself against one of the alley?s walls, and peered back down his track to catch a glimpse of who might be following him.

    There was nothing there.

    Suppressing a superstitious shiver, the young Ithorian jerked himself free of the wall and continued on his way. As before, when he had taken several steps, he caught the distinct pressure of someone following fairly close behind, but he swallowed his fear and let a breath hiss out his mouths. It left twin trails of vapour in the cool air of this level of Coruscant.

    Sacred Mother Forest, let this not take all night.

    At last, Mawrlmawrennis turned the corner and found the nightclub he was looking for directly ahead of him. It looked exactly as his employer had described: a drab exterior enlivened with garish flashing signs beckoning the lonely and bored to come and play Tri-Cron and sabacc in the company of ?lovelies of a hundred worlds?. Over all these, the flash-painted sign identified the establishment as the ?Bright Cred?.

    He was stopped before he could enter by a hulking muscular figure clad in scarred battle-armour and weilding a vibro-ax. ?No entry without a pass,? the behemoth growled. Looking up to meet those piggish eyes, Mawrlmarennis hissed out another breath and slid a three-fingered hand into his vest to pull out the card he?d been given by the Senator.

    The guard squinted down at the card, and then shook his massive head. ?Not good enough.?

    Frustrated, Mawrlmawrennis tried to reason with the creature, but it just shoved him away from the doors with the flat of its ?ax, repeating ?No entry without a pass.?

    The Ithorian pulled back a few steps and considered his options. He could comm the Seanator and report that he was unable to deliver the message, or he could try and find another entrance in, or...

    Recalling that there was always the old method of gaining access to places, Mawrlmawrennis reached his hand back into his vest pocket and pulled out his pass as well as a twenty-credit chit. He approached the guard again and this time placed the card in his hand, backed by the hidden bribe, but also steering the guard so that he could see better in the multi-coloured light of the sign.

    ?There, I think you?ll find that *that* is a valid pass,? he said in a supercilious tone. The angle he?d turned the guard to provided him easy access to the doors of the club, and he snatched back the card and slipped through the doors before the vibro-ax bearing monolith could do more than make an impotent gesture in his direction.

    Once inside, Mawrlmawrennis found the booth he?d been directed to with ease, but as he was approaching it, he again felt that same displacement of air on his skin that signalled that whoever had followed him down that alley was behind him once again. Steeling himself to ignore it, he shuffled right up to the empty booth and slid into the seat.

    He was joined in a few moments by the very Senator he?d been asked to do this errand for, and a slim, red-haired human female. He lowered his head profile in anger, hunching up his shoulders to express his frustration with this mindgame-playing human.

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  5. Obischick

    Obischick Jedi Master star 4

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    That was really good Derisa!

    Pooorr..Mawrlmawrennis...running errends for that Human Senator!! :p

    Anyone else?

    ~Obischick
     
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