|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 15, 2007 13:25:14 GMT -4
"Nothing in the context," Fi replied dryly. "So… how about you?"
|
|
|
Post by Revan Jast on Jun 15, 2007 13:29:48 GMT -4
"Could be better. Could be worse."
He thought for a moment.
"Why? Why did you do it? You knew I'd never turn my back on you. You should have seen through Vaders lies.... and maybe you did. Maybe you did it anyway."
|
|
|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 15, 2007 14:09:52 GMT -4
"I should have," Fi said impassivly. "I have already told Sora my reason." She leaned foreword. "I truly regret for my discussion, and Scout's sacrifice. It was a trade: a life for a life. I had no choice to obey him. I was his slave. He dug into my mind. He turned me just like that. It felt horrible, Selas. I was trapped inside my own body, a prisoner. I finally awoke when I was fighting you. I was afraid of what I had done, so I tried to end my life there and there."
"The rest: you know."
|
|
|
Post by Revan Jast on Jun 16, 2007 20:37:14 GMT -4
Selas nodded.
"But your here now, and thats what matters. Hows the baby?" he asked with a smile.
|
|
|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 16, 2007 21:10:46 GMT -4
Fi smiled and put a hand to her stomach, her tough exterior that she had held for so long diminished. "A kick like that: it has got to be a girl..." She smiled at him. Through the soft tendrils of the Force, she could feel the tiny life inside her, and it felt great...
|
|
|
Post by Revan Jast on Jun 17, 2007 11:17:43 GMT -4
Selas grinned.
"I bet its a boy."
He considered.
"I hope so, anyways. But we know it'll be a girl. just because I wanted it to be a boy. Thats life for you."
|
|
|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 18, 2007 11:11:01 GMT -4
"Life is full of surprises," Fi said. "Like when I met you..." She carassed his cheek softly, pain and regret reflected in her eyes. She laughed. "Isn't this weird? I met you, and a few weeks from now, you and I are going to spend most of our time crouched over the toilet while I bring up yesterday's lunch."
She lay her head in the crook of his neck. "I love you, Selas."
|
|
|
Post by Revan Jast on Jun 18, 2007 11:16:41 GMT -4
"I love you to, Fi." He put his arms around her and held her close.
"And I always will, no matter what."
|
|
|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 18, 2007 11:34:05 GMT -4
"Good," Fi said. An overwhelming sense of nausea hit her like a wall. "Because I'm about to puke." She put a hand to her mouth, and felt the bile rise up. She stood and ran to the 'fresher, reaching the toile just as her digestion system decided to spew.
|
|
|
Post by Force_Flow on Jun 18, 2007 12:10:36 GMT -4
During the Time Jump, we’ve past three weeks. The Killer crew, its only members now, Sora, Padme, Selas, Fi, Mariel, Naos, and Nait, have all landed on Alderaan with only a quarter tank of fuel left. By bribing various officials, and Force Persuading on the Jedi’s part, they went unnoticed. Bail Organa greeted them with open arms, having heard about thei exploits against the Empire. They are fed and watered, and are given three weeks of much-needed rest and Bail Organa and his men decide to continue the search for Scout Gash. With no luck at all, the team have a small meeting to see what their next move is. With Scout apparently mind-wiped, and Jaskia missing, it isn’t looking too good.
Jaskia has gone to two worlds so far to find surviving Jedi. With her talent of finding the right places at the right times, Jaskia now has sixteen Jedi with her, including her close friend Aeri Mainn, and her right-hand aboard their new ship, the Corellion YT-V fighter the Lightning Strike. Everything looks good so far. The Empire has caught no whiff of her yet, but now, they might. She plans to go into the heart of Empire to retrieve fifteen captured Jedi scheduled for execution. Her plans of building an army of Jedi have high chances.
And, meanwhile, Scout Gash no longer knows herself. All she wants and does it to serve Vader under the moniker name, Lady Cerasi. She wears a helmet and robes which hide her identity from her enemies… and her friends. Her eyes have turned from a crystal blue to a lava yellow. Her skin has gone pale from lack of sunlight, and the hair sticking out of her helmet had been died purple. No body knows it’s her, and the good person inside her won’t be let out.
What’ll happen? We don’t know.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
|
|