What is "vingklaffsfri"?

Lynx, you are the most vile and evil person I know... you know, that line actually frightened me, even though I know it's not true! You bastard...

 

Lynx, you are the most vile and evil person I know...

I know.

you know, that line actually frightened me, even though I know it's not true!

I know.

You bastard...

Love you too, sweetie.

 

Lynx, you're evil....

 

She sure is. What do you suggest we do? Start talking only in X-wing quotes? Rig another Ewok trap? Or perhaps... force her to admit that she actually likes EU?

 

Force her to admit she likes EU, now that would be really cruel...

Lets do it!

 

You wouldn't! [face_shocked]

Besides, I can't like what I've never tried, and you can't make me! Muahahahahaaaaa!!! Death to the Exploited Universe!

 

Oh, just wait... you cannot hide from the EU anymore! Hmm, maybe i should write some stuff in my fic that you only understand if you've read EU...

No more introducing characters! No more explaining who they are! No more explaining what happened before!

And if THAT doesn't work, we'll simply have to do a Clockwork Orange... tape your eyes open and place the books in front of you! Moahaha! *evil grin*

 

fly on the wings of love .. *sings a bit*

 

Oh, envy of all FFS, please don?t do this to me!







[face_shocked]



Would you excuse me? I'll just slip away and whack my fingers a bit with a ruler.

 

No, we will not excuse you. We will force you to admit that you love EU, if it's the last thing we'll ever do!

*ties Lynx up in a chair and starts reading Rogue Squadron*

"You're good, Corran, but you're no Luke Skywalker. Corran Horn's cheeks still burned at the memory of Commander Antilles's evaluation of his last simulator exercise. The line had been a simple comment, not meant to be cruel nor delivered that way, but it cut deep into Corran..."

Admit it! You like it!

 

In her moment of true peril, seizetsu runs into the room and unties Lynx.

- Run Lynx, run!

Then, one look at Enji's face tells him that maybe this wasn't such a cunning rescue-plan after all. I should've just stayed in bed..

 

Padda! What are you doing? [face_shocked]

I'm trying to teach Lynx something very important here... that EU rocks!

 

All I saw was a dam'sel in distress. But since you say you're doing something important I guess I was indeed wrong.

*ties up Lynx again*

Carry on

 

Well done, Seizetsu.

*keeps reading*

I never tried to suggest I'm that good of a pilot.
He shook his head. No, you just wanted it to be self-evident and easily recognized by everyone around you. Reaching out he flicked the starter switches for the X-wing simulator's engines. "Green One has four starts and is go." All around him in the cockpit various switches, buttons and monitors flashed to life. "Primary and secondary power is at full."

 

Keeps on reading...

Ooryl Qrygg, his Gand wingman, reported similar start-up success in a high-pitched voice. "Green Two is operational."
Green Three and Four checked in, then the external screens came alive projecting an empty starfield. "Whistler, have you finished the navigation calculations?"

*looks at Lynx expectantly*

 

*seizetsu sits down on the floor next to Lynx chair*

Keep reading to us, I wanna know what's gonna happen!

 

'Lynx promised...'
'Yes, yes, my precious, we promised: to hate EU, not to like it ? never. But it?s intriguing yes, more and more. What?s going to happen, we wonders, yes we wonders.'
'I don?t know. I can?t help it. They?re forcing me. Lynx promised...'
'Yes, yes, promised to hate: to stay away from it. But if we just listen a little, then we can hate later and still keep promises.'
'But Lynx was fooled. Evil Enji and Rogue Fan! They tied up Lynx with ropes. They speak nasty to me.'
'Very very nasty, eh, my precious? Let?s hate the nasty persons. Not hate the nice book, of course, no, no.'
'But the book is EU.'
'Then listen and wait! Then we shall be set free, and make the nasty persons crawl, yes!'
'But not hate the book?'
'Oh no, not if it pleases us. Still it?s Star Wars, my precious, yes, Star Wars. We likes Star Wars.'
'No, not this Star Wars.'
'Yes, all Star Wars. All things that tell of GFFA. We must listen!'
'But we don?t like, we promised!'
'They knows. They knows we made silly promises. Must listen. The X-wings are in it. Must listen.'
'No...'
'Yes, yes! We wants it. We wants it...'

 

Ok, now our dear lynx has got a taste of Rogue Squadron, it's time to introduce her to another great writer, and another great book.

*brings out Wraith Squadron by Aaron Allston*

"I will answer," the alien said. "First, please: I am Runt to my friends and fellows, even when they are angry with me."
Kell frowned. "Why 'Runt'?"
"It is accurate. Compared to my siblings, I am tiny. None of them would fit into a fighter cockpit. So. You asked me why I did not remember doing what I did. I am beginning to remember. But I did not recall before because it was not I doing that. It was the pilot."
Tyria asked, "Which pilot?"
"Me."
Kell slumped, momentarily defeated by the circuitousness of Runt's answers, and put his head down on the table. He immediately regretted it: His forehead adhered to some dark, nameless substance there. He pulled himself free and began scraping away the stain left on his skin. "I'm not reading you, Runt."
Tyria said, "I think I am. Runt, are you talking about many organisms, or many minds?"
Runt smiled with the relieved satisfaction of someone who has finally gotten a point across. "Minds."
"You have many minds and one of them is the pilot?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Kell snorted. "Your pilot mind owes me twenty-three hundred points and deserves a good beating."
Runt looked solemnly at him. "We knows. We are sorry. He, my pilot, has earned many such beatings. And transfers from many units. I think soon you will have seen the last of us."

 

Great. Just make fun of my split personality, why don't you...

 

By the Emperor! At last someone explained that vingklaff-stuff...
Amusing.
Siivekevapaa...

 

ISD!? What the hell did you come from? [face_shocked] Aw, what the heck, it's great to see you.

Look, I'm in a little bit of trouble here... think you can help me out and untie these ropes? Before Enji and Blusher come back please? Trust me, you don't want to be around when those two get here...

 

Too late...

*gets Starfighters of Adumar and starts to read*

They reached the street. Wedge was struck sideways by a blast of intense light; he stumbled, threw up his sleeve to block the glare. "Sithpit! What's that?"
"That's the sun, Wedge. It's after dawn."
"Well, it offends me. Turn it off."
"It's a hundred thirty, hundred forty million klicks from here."
"Go up in your X-wing and shoot it down for me."
"You're acting very strangely, chief. Come on, this way." Janson tugged Wedge in the direction of their quarters.

 

Not funny.



















//tries to slap self

Nggggh.

//realises still tied to chair.

Oh, crap. It?s just not my day. Or week. ISD, where did you go!?

 

"What the hell did you come from? "
I came from the Frozen Hell, Helsinki!
Just browsing..
<unties JediLynx> there ya go, I forgot you completely, thank the Emperor those two are not here now.

Believe me, it's NOT nice to see me. I'm hideous.

 

My hero!
A my saviour, I have to give you a kiss before I escape... now get over here.

[face_shocked]

Enji! Blusher! Come back! I've changed my mind! Heeeeeelp!