Soldier's Dance--An Ani/Ami AU-------YOU HAVE BEEN EPILOUGED!!!!!!!!

My Cherie amoir, lovelier than a Sunny Dayyyyy

Funny post

 

LOL! Cute, innocent Ani... Yes, everyone knows (almost) everything about you and Padmé!!!

 

I'm loving this story. It's so sweet and sappy, of course in the style of Clarus. PLEASE WRITE MORE! IT'S ALMOST AS ADDICTIVE AS 'OF BURDENS AND CHOICES.' And while you're at it, everyone, please take a look at the most unusual story on the boards. It's called The Rising Force (has nothing to do with the JA book that apparently has the same title. oops) and it is pining away for reader/reviewers. http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=2376191

 

Yes I love the story, Clarus! Please continue!

 

Clarus sat down at her computer and typed a long, lovely post. She was very happy with it, especially because it denoted her return to something like normalcy; she was finally writing in a rhythm again. Then, as she was about to press CTRL+V to insert the accented e (é) at the end of Padmé's name, she accidently hit CTRL+R, destroying her entire post as the brower gleefully refreshed the page.


I think I'm going to go cry now.

 

* Falls on floor bawling her eyes out and pounds floor kicking and screaming* NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!!

Clarus, we feel your pain. I am so sorry, for me, and you, and everybody else who anticipates your wonderful posts. I hope you can find your niche again, and write soon.

 

ooh... ouch... that's happened to me a couple of times... little hint: write your story on a word program (like MS Word or StarOffice) so you can save your posts, then copy and paste them into the text body, so you don't have to worry about that worked for me...

 

You were attacked by the Sith, Clarus, I'm sure... It was their evil magic...

 

*Kicks Darth Real Life* Thats better?

I agree, write it in word, and then copy it into the post. Much more safe.

 

Dang, this has been one of the best stories I've read. UP!

 

Awww...that's sweet......that sucks Clarus that that happened!

Ah.....summer is only 3 Finals away for me...NEXT WEEK!! MWahahah!

 

Those gosh darn computers....bah humbug!!!!


Awww don't be in despair....keep typing, Clarus! And make this post even BETTER than the one you were about to post.

 

I usually do type it in word, but sometimes nothing will come out until I open one of these windows and start typing. It was one of those times last night.

This gets a little silly at the end.

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Amidala/Sabé opened the elections with a stirring speech about patriotism and the virtue of voting for what one felt in one's heart. Sabé was almost as gifted a speaker as Padmé, and there were but a few dry eyes in the crowd she addressed.

Sabé did not vote, but her handmaidens did, setting a good example for all the little Nubian voters. Padmé voted, of course, and by the sly smile Anakin saw peeking from beneath her hood, he knew that she was immensely pleased with herself.

"You voted for Merinen?" he asked, capturing her hips in his hands. Padmé did not reply, but did kiss him soundly.

"That's confidential," she answered. Her "Come on, Ani. Let's get out of here."

Pulling her violet hood further over her face, Padmé led him through the milling crowd and into the street. Theed was bright with the early morning sun. It was almost a cliché, with the children playing and birds singing. Anakin clasped Padmé's hand in his own and they walked slowly down the street.

"I think we need to talk, Ani," she told him in what he would call a serious tone. She thew the hood of her dress back and chewed lightly on the cuticle of one finger. "About our engagement."

For a terrible moment, he feared she would say that she had decided to marry Bail Organa. He thought if that happened he would melt into a puddle and drain beneath the cobblestones.

"You said you were going to wait until after Obi-Wan was raised, and that was fine. Then this stuff with the election happened, and it was fine then, too. Now it's behind us, Ani. I can't wait to start the rest of our lives!" She smiled up at him at the last, and even though Anakin understood her true meaning, he had to grin back. What Padmé was trying to say was, "Anakin, propose to me NOW!"

The ring was not coming along very well at all. Anakin had tried everything he could think of to wheedle the Council out of a small advance, but it was not to be had. The miserly Yareal Poof currently held the string of the Jedi's purse, and he was not to be budged. Anakin had appealled once more to Obi-Wan to allow him to gamble or podrace, and for a brief, alcohol-assisted span, he had considered finding work at a male strip club. That had lasted only long enough for the not-so-tipsy Obi-Wan to remind him that no woman would pay to see a knobby-kneed Jedi dance in a g-string.

Padmé had begged to differ.

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So, four hours later, he found himself standing before the ninth jeweler. This one was the same as the rest--tall, thin, and bespectacled--and delivered estimates on types of rings in a slihtly condescending monotone. After bidding the man farewell, Anakin stepped into the afternoon sunlight and craned his neck.

This was much more difficult than he thought.

Closing his eyes, Anakin turned randomly and started walking. He trusted the Force with his life, implicitly; why not trust it with an engagement ring, too?

Damn ring.

Finally, he stopped and opened his eyes, finding himself at the door of a store that would never have carried an engagement ring. He almost walked away, snorting, but the Force sense in his gut kicked in and did not stop until he stepped through the door.

"Hi," he said to the very, very short woman running the register.

"Hello," the woman replied. "Can I help you find anything?"

Anakin's eyes turned toward heaven, and he poured his story out to the amused salesgirl. "So," he concluded, "if I don't find my girlfriend a ring, she'll kill me or something. Can you possibly help?"

The girls' green eyes flashed. "Actually, I think I can. Follow me." She led him past displays of digging tools and to a shelf covered in plastiglass and filled with precious stones. "The reason that diamond costs so much is that it's cut. You can buy a rough diamond for much less than a

 

This is going up!

 

Okay, I keep on reading random people saying "UP!" and was wondering WHAT THE HECK THAT MEANS. Update? Up y...leave it at that? It's finally UP?

 

OO! Love this, love this, LOVE THIS!!!! Go Ani!!!!!! I'm still worried about Rabe though. Whats gonna happen!?!?!

Great story Clarus! Keep it up!

AngelQueen

 

This is so good, Clarus. I didn't think it was silly one bit! It was awsome!

 

That was great, Claurs!!!! Keep up the good work!

The Great Drunken Strip Tease?! haha

 

The Great Drunken Strip-whaaaaattt!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kids today

 

Don't tell me he's going to go dig for a diamond!!!

 

DarthIshtar: Up, top, and other cute little phrases ("Levitating this thread," and so on) are simply gentle reminders to post or to get people to see a message. Every time you post on a message, it kicks the thread UP to the TOP of the boards. Nifty, huh?

Thanks everybody! I'll see if I can't dig some more out tonight; that last one was fun!

 

ah, so that's how various people reach the 2000 post mark. I've acrued 56.

 

Great post clarus. That was really cute. Gald to see you were able to write after the tragic accident. I hope there is more soon! I can't wait to see what Ami thinks of the ring.

But what of Rabe?

Keep up the good work!!!

 

Smart idea that. Any ring made by him is better thatn any one he bought.

That's the way ah ha ah ha I like it