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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 1, 2007 18:07:34 GMT -4
“You,” she snarled. “Are not my boss. Do you hear me?” She stood from her chair and looked him in the eyes. “And don’t you act like it, because I’ve had enough of it! When we got married, it was the happiest day in my life! Then you made me toe the line. Told me not to make you ‘too angry.’ Or it might just slip out of control!”
“You’re not my father! Don't order me around like some servant!"
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Post by Revan Jast on Aug 2, 2007 10:35:21 GMT -4
Selas was beyond mad now. Selas was beyond any point of thinking. He had to hurt something.
Screaming in fury, he picked up the nearest Rebel he could find with the force and slammed him into the wall. Then he did it again.
"Screw this. Do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go to Dxun alone... you can help your goddamn men."
Turning around, he speed towards the door, then stopped.
"If anything should happen and I dont come back, don't worry about me. I'll just be another problem solved."
He left.
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 2, 2007 10:49:10 GMT -4
She hurried over to the Rebel and checked his pulse automatically. He wasn’t hurt, but scared beyond relief. “You stay here and monitor the defense,” she said softly. “And once everyone evacuates, go with them. That’s an order.”
And then Fi picked up Sanji. She giggled and put her hand on Fi’s mouth. “Nose.”
Fi wasn’t paying attention. Time to find Selas. I liked Talek a lot better, she thought savagely. “Pick your ship, Twinkletoes, because we’re coming, too,” Fi called.
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Post by Revan Jast on Aug 2, 2007 11:08:07 GMT -4
Selas felt the cold air on his face as soon as the door opened to outside, and he welcomed it. The thundering crash of the waves covered up the distant blaster fire.
He once again walked up the ramp of his ship. Heading to the cockpit, he programmed the comouter to set the fastest course to Dxun.
I havent been there in a long time... 7 years I'm sure.
He headed to the comm center to see if he had any calls. Only one... from his brother.
Selas frowned. He hadnt seen Caleb since... just after the Bombard experience, with the monsters.
"Hey big brother, how's it going? Listen, I'm sorry about not contacting you sooner, but I was... busy. Anyways, if you ever want to come see me and Trika, you'll find us on..."
"Dxun, of course," Selas said. "And Trika's with you... I'll bet you were busy, you sly dog you."
"...Anyways, hope to see you or hear from you soon. Caleb Taban out."
Selas leaned back in his chair and waited for Fi and Sanji to show up.
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 2, 2007 11:13:50 GMT -4
Fi entered Selas’ ship and set Sanji down. Entering the cockpit, she made a distasteful grimace at the only one pilot seat. She leaned against the wall, watching Selas. He was acting as if she didn’t exist. Fine for her.
She sat in front of Sanji and tickled her. Sanji giggled, telling her to stop. Fi didn’t, hoping for a reaction… She got one. Fi’s hand was pushed away with some invisible force, and Fi smiled. Time for the next trick…
She held Sanji’s toy rattle up in the air with the Force, higher than even Fi could reach from her sitting position. Sanji ooed and reached for it, and upon finding out she couldn’t touch it, she began to move it towards her slowly with the sheer face that she wanted her rattle.
Fi smiled even wider.
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Post by Revan Jast on Aug 2, 2007 11:23:10 GMT -4
Selas pushed a button and the ramp closed, a few seconds later the ship lifted off. It pointed it's nose towards space and speeded up, leaving Kamino behind.
He spun around in his chair, watching Sanji thoughtfully.
"She's getting better..." he commented, then stood.
"Sorry about no second seat, but then again, I always traveled alone. Didnt need one. Go ahead and use mine for now, as I have other things to do right now."
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 2, 2007 11:30:41 GMT -4
“I like the floor,” Fi said stiffly. She paused. “Why are we going to Dxun? To visit your old clan?” She had taken the liberty of learning Mando’a when she realized Talek was a Mandalorian, but she was losing the accent. And Selas never talke din Mando’a, so she’d talk with Kal or Vau, maybe even the Nulls. It was a shame, really.
“Guns,” Sanji said, pointing out the window. Sure enough, outside the window, Fi could see the Rebels and the Imperials fighting. She closed her eyes. “Lightsword!”
Fi opened her eyes. The ship, on auto pilot, was already heading towards the upper atmosphere. “That’s Scout,” Fi muttered. “Selas, that’s Scout down there!”
“Scout!” Sanji said happily.
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Post by Revan Jast on Aug 2, 2007 11:44:25 GMT -4
"Scout... Cerasi." Selas whispered.
"Damn, and what are we going to about it?"
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Post by Force_Flow on Aug 2, 2007 12:09:12 GMT -4
Fi resisted her urge to snap at Selas again. Instead she reached out, probing the edges of Cerasi’s mind. She felt a sense of hopelessness, the pain, the eagerness to please. She could feel the unadulterated anger, and the sense of accomplishment. The knowing she was going to win this battle.
Her thoughts seemed to swirl in a dark fog, something Fi had never seen before. Five million thoughts, ideas, and snide remarks seemed to be coming and going faster and faster in her mind. But Cerasi couldn’t be thinking all of those. They had to be her subconscious. Fi panicked. She hadn’t meant to delve so deep. But she couldn’t get out…
Cerasi was pulling her in deeper, muffling her conciousness. She probably wasn’t even aware of herself doing it.
What the…?
Fi realized it wasn’t her thinking it… Scout. It must have been. ”We’re going to come get you,” Fi thought back.
Well PLEASE hurry up.
”Since you said please…”
Whoa, Fi Kal actually cracking a joke? I have to see this…
And then Fi had to pull back out. She was running the risk of getting detected by Cerasi. “Scout’s still in there!” Fi said. “I talked to her! I have to get Sora…”
And she started fumbling for her comlink.
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Post by tallboydave on Aug 2, 2007 15:51:47 GMT -4
Mariel turned as she heard the crash, and her heart jumped into her throat as she saw the armoured figure. "Vader." she said softly, her hand reaching for her sabre as the black suited figure rose. She attempted to clamp down on her fear, but it wasn't easy at all.
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