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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #20 on: December 10, 2011, 11:57:03 AM »
Okay Guys- Here's the deal, we have an open document set up and today at one o'clock we'll be writing a short story. It's to let people see what we act like when we work and to give them a say in what we're doing. If you want the link, PM me.

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« Reply #21 on: December 10, 2011, 02:43:24 PM »
UPDATE: So, because one of the authors decided to not put in an appearance, the event has been postponed.
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« Reply #22 on: December 10, 2011, 03:23:55 PM »
Or not. So drop by. Because we're cool like that.
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« Reply #23 on: December 10, 2011, 03:55:19 PM »
POSTPONED DUE TO KY LEAVING AND NOTHING HAPPENING.

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« Reply #24 on: December 10, 2011, 04:13:09 PM »
Okay, so getting back on some semblance of a topic, next update should be sometime in the future.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #25 on: December 10, 2011, 04:50:32 PM »
CHAPTER III

Kom’rk eased Aaray into the co-pilot’s chair, watching her ankle.
“You sure you’re okay, cyar’ika? Do you want me to fix that?”
“No, I would love to let it remain broken for the rest of my life.”
“Fine then.” He turned, then looked back to her. “Let me see what I can do.”
She nodded slowly, her face holding a hint of nervousness.
He knelt and grabbed some bandages from his first aid kit under the console
“On second thought, I realized I have a medical droid. Dos?” She rolled her eyes.
The mechanized sigh of pistons propelling the spindly droid along announced his presence.
--“What do you want, Master?”-- He noticed the Kiffar. --“Oh. It’s you again. And you told me she was dead, Master?”--
“You sound almost disappointed there.”
--“If you want, I can make it quick...”--
“Go ahead.” She nodded again. Her face was solid, but her stare quivered.
Dos set to work, his metal appendages deftly setting the bone in place and wrapping a bandage around a splint. He glanced at her face.
--”This doesn’t hurt, does it?”--
She shook her head, “Not like what I’ve felt recently.”
He wrapped the leg in more bandages and finished.
--”Anything else?”--
“I’ll handle the rest myself thank you.”
“One of these days he will kill you, you know?” Kom’rk said, a smug look on his face. His helmet rested on the console. The weariness on his face was plainly evident, and the misery of caring for a stress-plagued sibling took its toll on his body. He had lost weight, even over three weeks, simply due to either crying, or denying his needs to placate Shushai’s. He wondered briefly if he was being exploited, but then, after seeing his sister’s agony and the sudden mood of anathema toward everyone, he realized that he was only being a figure of authority; and thus. an object of her wrath.
“Thank you, Dos.”
The wiry droid turned its head to glare at Aaray, then pantomimed a nod and toodled out.
“He has it out for you, Aaray. I’m worried about him. If you hear a noise like that of a bone saw in the middle of the night, run.”
“I can take care of a droid. So you thought I was dead?” She turned to face him.
“Maybe. I mean, when you think about it, you did face a shebs-load of stormtroopers.”
“So how’s Shushai? Did both of you make it?”
“...Yes. Yes, we’re both perfectly sane. I’m not dealing with a psychopathic sibling.”
“Of course not.” She stared at him. “Work on your denials.”
“She’s withdrawn from the world. I’m not sure what is going on inside that head of hers, so I can’t pin down a cause, or a cure. I broke down, because I felt I couldn’t deal with the pressure. I genuinely needed someone to help me cope.”
“I’ll help, but I don’t know how much I can do.” She held his gaze.
“I just don’t know what to do. She won’t talk to me, won’t let me get near her, won’t let anyone talk to her. Even if you try, it’s an improvement from what it is now.”
She nodded her head and took a cloth and some bacta from the first aid kit. She wet the cloth with the healing chemical and pressed against her hand. She gasped in pain; the wounds were reacting with the bacta.
“Anything else?”
She gritted her teeth, “It’s not working.”
“There’s not much else you can do, though...can Dos help, much? It’s been a long time since he’s done an amputation.”
“It has to be some chemical the wounds are laced with. I’ll handle it.” The pain showed on her face.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I’m sure! This is nothing! I will be fine!” She was almost yelling, the strain in her voice was apparent.
“Alright then.” He walked to the door. “You want to move to a bedroom? I doubt you want to sleep in the cockpit.”
She didn’t answer, her face showed how much pain she was in, almost to the point of being sick.
“Fine then. I’ve put us into hyperspace. It’ll be several hours.”
“Fine.” Her voice came through clenched teeth. Her breaths were short and shallow.
* * * * * * *

Several hours later, Victory’s Revenge II landed at the Parjai’Kote residence. Kom’rk helped Aaray down the ramp, and waved to Dos to shut the ship down.
When the door opened, the eerie feeling of quiet descended. The sense of a tortured soul hung in the air.
“Hmm. Shushai must be here. Shall we see if you can talk to her?”
“Sure.” The days without sleep were taking their toll on her.
He guided her toward the bedroom where Shushai had taken up residence. They rounded the corner.
“She’s...she’s gone. You do see that, right? She’s...gone. Umm.”
“Yes, I can see.”
“Okay. I’m not crazy. Err...where could she have gone? Hm. This is a problem.”
He set Aaray down on the bed, and began nervously pacing back and forth.
“Ideas? She’s got problems, so it’ll be hard to find her.”
She ran her hand across the pillows, “She didn’t sleep here last night. Hmm, what did you do to her to make her think that?” She raised one eyebrow as she got an old memory.
“I did nothing. I mean, she asked me how close we got, and I told her...she took it in stride, but then she got on my case. I went to sleep, and when I woke up, she was missing. I found her curled up right here,” he said, pointing to the corner.
Aaray limped over. The look on her face changed as she ‘heard’ the thoughts imprinted on the wood , “She’s leaving, she’s leaving now. She doesn’t care where to, she doesn’t have a goal, she just needs out. But she’s scared. It’s all happening again. This is what happened last time. It’s all a circle.”
“I don’t know anything anymore. I feel like I’m just trying to catch up and hold on to the good things,” he said, leaning on the wall.
“Well that sounds like a problem.” She remained seated on the floor.
“I’m just...drained.” He stood up straight again and walked to the bed, crashing and spreading onto it, enjoying relaxation after so much anxiety. The feeling of happiness meagerly afforded to him by being able to simply stay in one place for a fleeting moment. An idea hatched in his mind again. He knew what to do this time.
He got up and ambled toward her. He extended his hand down to her.

She hesitated, for a moment it seemed like she wasn’t going to move at all. But then with one sudden movement she reached and grabbed his hand.

He pulled her up and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. He gazed into her eyes, reveling in the ocean of her eyes. He asked a question with a glance: “May I?”

At first she revealed nothing, hiding within herself, but eventually another look crept up, the essence of it was simply waiting.

He grabbed onto that look, and leaned forward, their lips meeting again. This time was different though. No anxiety, just a longing for togetherness. He savored every time they kissed. It was bittersweet this time: Shushai had just left, out of spite; but the feelings radiating through his body right now outweighed them all. He knew this was what he wanted.

In an instance all the feelings she had hidden, the longing and pain, the fear and horror, all came rushing back to her. She pushed into him harder, trying to find some way to let him know. She let her heart take over for a moment, desperate to get rid of these unwanted feelings, to drown them in what she felt now.

He noticed she pushed into him; he pushed back slightly and closed his eyes, embracing both her and this new wave of feelings. He knew. He could tell what she was thinking. He didn’t know if it was the proximity, or the fact that they were thinking on the same basic level.

She dug her hands into his shoulders and pressed up against him even harder, heart racing and mind blurred. She was going to hold onto this moment for as long as she could.

He felt the nails dig in behind his shoulder plate; he felt her body against his. One of his hands moved to the small of her back, the other to her neck and he pulled her in ever closer--he wondered if he would have room to breath if they kept up this game. But he enjoyed it.

She waited, reveling each second until this ended. She could almost feel what he felt. In this moment nothing else in the galaxy mattered, the hurt was lost to the past.

No words could describe his feelings at this point. The fact they could feel each other’s feelings and think each other’s thoughts made it sweeter. He didn’t remember when they had backed into the wall--things happened when you were in ecstasy. He gasped as a tortured soul reached out to him and pulled his thoughts away; he broke the kiss.
“S-Shushai? W-what?”
“What happened?” She fought to get her breath back under control.
“She grabbed my thoughts. She reached out to me.” He regretted having to end their embrace.
“Why?” As her thinking process returned she shied back.
“I don’t know. Maybe she realized...frak. I just...I’m sorry.”
She touched her hand to her temple, “What was all that anyway?”
“Oh, that. Probably my connection to the Force going haywire. The fact that I’ve been on edge the past few days probably affected it as well.”
“Why is it affecting me then?”
“I think the Kiffar physiology is in tune with certain aspects of the Force more than other races, so I found one aspect. I suppose. I can’t be certain.”
“That makes sense.”
“I try. So do you want to try and find Shushai, or could you be less concerned?”
“I have a serious feeling of deja vu right now.”
“I’ve had a feeling of deja vu since I woke up this morning.”
“I haven’t woken up in what is it? Two days? I don’t know anymore...”
“There’s a bed right there. I’ll sleep in this chair.”
“There’s no way I’m sleeping.”
“You sure? You can, I’m not stopping you. In fact, I’m staying awake until you go to sleep. Your ankle is broken, you’re bruised and scarred from head to toe, you’re exhausted--you need to go to sleep.”
“I am not going to sleep.” Her tone was shaky but forceful.
“You need sleep, Aar’ika.”
“I’ll be fine, just give it up already.”
“I’m staying awake then. I will,” his voice smooth yet cracked, in a mind-bending paradoxical manner.
She shrugged, “Your choice.”
“So back to the matter of Shushai. Do you think she’ll come back?”
“Maybe, in time. She needs to sort things out. She’s lost.”
“True. So you’re saying I should abandon her. I don’t know...”
“No, that she’s grown and wants to find out for herself what she can do. I’ve been in her thoughts, she can take care of herself. ”
“Maybe you’re right. I need to let her experience life for herself. But what about me? It’s in my nature now to dote on people.”
“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘If you love something, set it free’?”
“I’m sure that doesn’t apply to siblings. I’m pretty sure.”
“She thinks you’re suffocating her. You’re forcing ideals you don’t follow yourself on her. She hates it and is quickly hating you.”
“So what do you think I should do?”
“I don’t know!” She turned to face him, frustrated. “I don’t know okay!”
“Okay, just wondering if you had an epiphany and were all of a sudden a deep well of wisdom...”
“No, I’m not! I can’t think of everything, okay!”
“Shame. I can’t either. I blame the fact that we’re not omnipotent.”
 She almost yelled, “Then stop acting like it!” But by the time she had said her piece she had moved to almost crying.
“Was I? Hmm. Sorry about that. I’m not trying to keep my cool when my sister is currently shell-shocked and is sliding away from me. I’m sorry.”
“And I’m trying to help! But I can only do so much! And maybe if you didn’t force everyone away there wouldn’t be a problem!”
He sighed, figuring this was what he deserved. “I told you my situation, right? I told you my parents died, and I’ve raised myself and Shushai; as a consequence, I’ve learned that anyone who won’t help me needs to be pushed away. I want to be different. I want to change. But I’m not sure I can.”
“You’ve told me. But do you even bother figuring out which people help?”
“I try. But most people don’t help me.”
“Me either.”
He didn’t respond; he thought about her, what he was trying to accomplish. He knew there was a connection between them, but how far was he willing to take this? Was he comfortable with a full-fledged relationship after so many years of rejecting so many advances?

She murmured under her breath in the Kiffar tongue. “This argument is pointless. I can leave now if you want me to.” She knew if he said to leave she was fully prepared to find the shabuir who started all this on her own, kill him, and never look or come back.

He could understand basic thoughts--his grandmother had taught him that much. He understood the antagonism she was radiating from her thoughts. He decided to pre-emptively answer
“I don’t want you to leave, Aaray. I would never want that. Not now.”
She narrowed her eyes, “Then what do you want?”
“I just want you,” he gazed at her, unsure of what to say next. He knew his life was in some sort of peril if he answered in the way she didn’t want.
“I don’t know if I believe you.” she turned her back to him. She didn’t know where he was going, she didn’t even know how far she could go herself.
“Why don’t you? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m too emotional to want to hurt you. And I have no reason for it, anyway. You’ve given me hope, Aaray: hope I haven’t had since my mother and father were alive. You’ve helped me through some pretty difficult times.” He was done joking around with her, he resolved in his mind. Whatever he was doing wrong, he was going to fix. It would take time and patience. But he would be a better person because of Aaray.
“You weren’t there for those three weeks I went through haran. If you were you’d understand why I can’t trust people now.”
“I know. I wish it had been me in your position and not you.”
“Do not ever say that. Ever. Make it worth something. Don’t ever wish that on yourself.”
“You didn’t deserve that kind of animosity. I’m sorry I put you in that position.”
“Don’t apologize either. I picked that fate myself. No one else. My fault.”
“So what am I supposed to do then? Dump all of the blame on you? I would never do that. I’ve come too far to do that.”
“Shut up about it. Move on. Forgot it happened. Just do that.”
He changed the subject. “Are you sure you don’t want some sleep? After your predicament...”
“I can’t sleep anymore.” Her voice faltered, “I just can’t.” She let herself slide down the wall and into a sitting position. She buried her face in her hands.
He sat down next to her, glanced at her, and then wrapped an arm around her.
“It’s alright. I understand.”
She laid her head on his shoulder, “I’m going to kill him. I really am.”
“It’s fine. I’ll help you. He doesn’t deserve to live after what he did to you.”
She didn’t say anything, just shivered in his arms. She kept shaking even after she finally fell asleep. This time no monstrosity awaited at the edge of her consciousness.
He smiled as he felt her shiver. He knew what was coming. Then it happened. She fell asleep. He held her until he fell asleep as well, with a smile on his face and a woman he admired in his arms.

A/N: The near future.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #26 on: December 13, 2011, 09:58:52 PM »
TL;DR

Dialogue. And more dialogue. And Things Get Freaky: the Revengining Part III
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« Reply #27 on: December 13, 2011, 10:30:49 PM »
You are totally and utterly insufferable. There's just no other way to describe you.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #28 on: December 17, 2011, 03:48:35 PM »
Chapter IV


He woke up first. The wave of thoughts rushing through his head like banthas through a newly-opened gate overwhelmed him.

She was still leaning on his shoulder; his arm was still around her. It was morning; Shushai was still gone. He sighed and relaxed, waiting for her to wake up.

Aaray opened her eyes tentatively, cautiously taking in her surroundings. He was still next to her. At first she tensed, but when he didn’t move she relaxed.

He felt the tensing of a cautious individual, then the relaxing of one who had just realized where she was.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Gloating already?” She smiled at him.
“Why not?” He glanced down and smiled back.
“Because it’s early.” She closed her eyes again.
“But that’s alright, because you’re here, now, in my arms. So I’m happy. Thank you.” #
“It does matter. I’m going to go back to sleep.”
“As much as I’d like to point out the contradiction, I’ll let it slide and be happy.”
“I’m not going to get to go back to sleep, am I?”
“You can now.” He sighed contentedly and adjusted his arm to enclose her more--it made him feel happy and he wondered if it made her feel protected. He didn’t know for sure.

Her mind rebelled a little at being so close, but she tried to keep it suppressed. “Hey, did you ever hear from my parents?” She wondered what kind of answer she really wanted.
He gazed toward the far wall, and remembered, the flashback to his immense grief and dilemma he had been thrown into several days previously.
“Yes. Yes I did. They said they wanted to work things out. That they wanted you back. I was only going to respond if I didn’t find you.”
She sat up, “They said that?” Her hopefulness leaked into her voice.
“Well, unless voice imitators suddenly became interested in your parents and manipulating you...but yes. They said that.”
“That’s better than what I expected.”
”Well, if only they knew you had run off with a strikingly handsome, dashingly suave Mandalorian...” His voice dripped sarcasm as he squeezed her to emphasize his point. “...And almost died.” #
“I get the feeling they’d be more upset about the first.” She pulled away.
“Sorry. Bit of ego there...I understand my shortcomings, and actually care about them. I was just joking.”
“Tell them that, not me. But yeah, the latter might be a bit a problem too.”
“I don’t know what you’re going to do about them. I’m not standing in your way, however. Do what you want to do.”
“I have a cousin, well, I call him a cousin, I can call who’ll know where they are.”
“May I ask who this ‘cousin’ is?”
“His name’s Kebiin. He’s a human who was adopted by some Zabraks.”
“Oh, okay. Because if his name was Beviin I was going to cry.”
“I don’t know anyone named that.”
“Oh, okay. It’s an...interesting story...one I’ll have to tell you later.” He smiled as he remembered the stories his grandfather had told him of the experiences with “the old barve”.
“So can I get up or not?”
“You can, if you want.” He unwrapped his arm and stood, stretching as his muscles ached from the inactivity.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He deadpanned and helped her out the door.
* * * * * * *

Caton Brower scrunched his face into a corpulent mass of disgust and contempt, and scraped the blood from the massive beetle off of his boot. He hated this planet, and he had only just now been able to take a patrol. After roughly a week since arriving at this pile of refuse, he was just now taking the reins and securing the perimeter. As if anything were to try to get into the outpost they had established. Maybe more beetles.
He shivered and began his trek through the jungle, regretting his eagerness to put the past behind him. He wondered what Fett had done with the Kiffar. He could only hope he found some way to put the alien in her place.
* * * * * * *
“So this is where you’ve been hiding. Cozy.” The voice, dark and mysterious, though shielded by the metal helmet, was distinctive.
“Fett. How nice to see you again.” He turned to find the hunter not ten steps away.
“Yavin 4. A most miserable place. But fitting for someone of your caliber.” His voice dripped sarcasm as he glared at the corpulent officer.
“Perhaps. Tell me, why do you show yourself now?”
“Because I choose to. Maybe a better question would be this: why are you not concerned about revenge?”
“Revenge for what?” His very nature told him to be suspicious of anything this man said, but to take it seriously.
“Oh, I don’t know, for maybe your merciless torture of that Kiffar? I let her go. She’s recovering, but she’ll be after you. If I learned anything during the time she was being held in Slave 1, I know she’s tenacious, even after she’s been driven to her breaking point. She will find you. And she will kill you.” Fett turned his back on the captain.
“You let her go?” He felt his anger rising, what was going on here? No one dared do this to him.
“Yes. You really expected me to hand her off to the Hutts? You’d be sadly mistaken.”
“So you just let her leave. I’m beginning to wonder how you earned your reputation.”
“I’m beginning to wonder how you even made it into the Stormtrooper Corps, Captain.”
“You must have really taken to this girl, hunter.”
“I respect alien species instead of wanting to experiment on them, if that’s what you mean. And I prefer to keep my relationships to myself. Just know your time is short, if you’re fortunate.”
“I doubt it.”
“If I wasn’t restricted to my word, I would kill you here and now.”
“You are attached to that girl, aren’t you?” He knew he was playing with fire, but it seemed to be worth it.
“I wouldn’t tell you if I was. I’d talk to a Hutt first.”
He smiled thinly, “I will remember this Fett. I will remember this for a long time.”
“Even when the Kiffar is sending a blaster bolt through your cranium because you were too filled by your own ego to heed what I say?”
“And when she does, will you be at her side?”
“Keep talking like that and find out.”
And with that, the bounty hunter disappeared into the foliage.
* * * * * * *

Shushai Parjai’Kote ducked behind another tree, paranoid of every sound and shadow. The first rays of morning sun trickled through the branches of the canopy of the forest. Her mind twisted every tiny woodland animal into a creature of horror. She couldn’t turn back though, that much was clear, even in her swirling mind. He abandoned me. He doesn’t care anymore.
She had lost the last member of her family. She was alone now. So totally, utterly alone. She didn’t know where to go, or if she could get there if she did. She was tired and hungry, cold and frightened.
Why? Why does this always happen? The questions haunted her, peeling her mind from rational thought.

The soft reverberation of boots on dead foliage echoed incessantly in her tortured mind; to her, they seemed like a death sentence.
“Who...who are you?” The soft voice of another female soothed her frayed nerves somewhat.
“S-s-Shushai...Shushai P-Parjai’Kote...”
“What are you doing out here?”
“M-my brother...he abandoned me...”
“Well how about you come with me? I’m sure I’m better than your brother.” Her savior bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Trust me.”
A brief moment of hesitation as she remembered her childhood with Kom’rk, but anger and resentment prevailed: she relaxed and nodded.
Where she was headed now was beyond her control.
* * * * * * *
“Hey Kebiin?”
“Who is this? And what are you calling me at this hour for? Do you know what time it is!? And if this is about that fire, well then-” Aaray rolled her eyes at her cousin’s rant, he sounded older now, a lot older. Sadly, that didn’t mean more mature.
“Kebiin, it’s Aaray. I need to ask you something.”
“Aaray! Wow this is great!”
“Well you never grew up, did you?”
“Nope, never. It’s overrated anyway. So what do you need? Are you back? How have you been?”
“Yeah I’m back, do you know where my mom and dad are now?”
“Yeah, same place as ever. If you need directions I’m going to have to be sad. You don’t want me sad, do you?”
“No, I remember. Goodbye Kebiin. Nice to hear you again.”
“You too. Come talk to me some time.”
Aaray hung up. ‘So they haven’t moved. Okay.’ She wondered for a moment if what she was planning was really a good idea. “I know where they are now.” She turned to Kom’rk.
“Yo.”
“If I go see them, do you want to come?’
“Why not? I’ve always wanted to mess with potential in-laws.”
“Fine then, you can take me.”
“Right now?”
“No, that probably would not be good.”
“Ah. Okay. So now what? I guess we can stay here until your ankle heals...”
She sighed. “Frak. This is going to be boring.”
“Maybe, maybe. I suppose I could knock out several of those bounties.”
“What makes you think if you do he’ll tell us what we want to know?” It was clear she wasn’t fond of bringing the topic of Fett back up.
“Even if he is egotistical, he has a sense of morality.”
“And if he’s more loyal to Brower?”
“He wouldn’t be loyal to him. He only accepted it for the money. I think.”
“I still think he’d kill you if you gave him the slightest reason.”
“Yes, but I plan not to give him one. Which is why I’m going to do the bounties.”
“You’re not leaving without me.”
“You have a broken ankle.”
“Yes. I’m not just going to sit here.”
He sighed. Arguing with her was like arguing with a brick wall: you weren’t going to get anything accomplished.“Fine. You can come with me.”
She lapsed into silence, not bothering to tell what she was thinking, if anything.


A/N: Problem with Kebiin's text color?
Apparently she's on of those people who don't make sense when they wake up.
« Last Edit: December 18, 2011, 10:52:44 PM by Shereshoy »
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #29 on: December 18, 2011, 05:52:24 AM »
And apparently I failed at coding...

But I'm too emotionally broken right now to do a TL;DR, so you have to read it. Deal with it.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #30 on: December 18, 2011, 11:32:24 AM »
I didn't notice the code fail until you bought it up. I'm either blind or what you say changes the world.

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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #31 on: December 18, 2011, 01:57:03 PM »
Um, I'm the one who coded this chapter...
And the code is fine. It's exactly like it's supposed to be. Maybe it was too much for one post though, so it spazzed. You guys will have to live with it. Sorry.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #32 on: December 18, 2011, 05:14:48 PM »
I will not heave with it. I'll heave by myself.

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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #33 on: December 18, 2011, 08:42:52 PM »
Good to know someone actually read this chapter.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #34 on: December 18, 2011, 08:48:05 PM »
Yeah, no one ever says anything.
EDIT: I lied. I suspected I knew where I missed an error... I found it. It's all good now!
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #35 on: December 19, 2011, 05:07:28 AM »
I always comment on a good story. Or review, as fanfiction.net would say. Don't think you are wasting your time.

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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #36 on: December 19, 2011, 11:24:05 AM »
Thank you.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #37 on: January 01, 2012, 08:32:08 PM »
CHAPTER V

Aaray tossed the comm in the air and caught it, just as she’d been doing for the past ten minutes. She flinched a little as it hit her hands. A thought struck her- she may not know what was stopping bacta from healing her, but she knew someone who might. It just depended on whether she could work up the guts to call him.
She stared at the comm in her hands. She would move to press the buttons and her hand would freeze. Could she plunge herself back into that nightmare? She steeled herself, of course she could.
* * * * * * *

Boba Fett relaxed in the cockpit of his ship. No calls from Kom’rk asking where the first bounty was, yet.
The comm beeped, he blinked to answer the call; he didn’t need to use a comlink: he had his helmet.
“Fett.”
“Fett, I need some information. What’s it going to cost me?” The voice was female, cautious, and held an alien accent.
“That depends. What is the information?,” he cautiously answered. Who was this voice?
“I want to know if Brower did anything to make my wounds not heal with bacta. And I want to know if there’s a way I can fix it.”
Oh. It was Tracyn. “Do I look like a med droid?” He tried to keep his tone nuertral.
“So you don’t know. Fine. I’ll go.”
“I do actually know...you females don’t understand sarcasm, much, do you?”
“No, it’s far beyond our comprehension,” she spat venom.
“So it is past your simple mind?” He crossed his arms. “There’s a bacterial compound in the bacta, kavam, that is known to be naturally neutralized in certain genomes. These genomes are held by certain members of the Kiffar species. So there. The only thing I can see working is kolto, which is incredibly rare nowadays.”
“It worked before, you frakking idiot, or I wouldn’t have called.”
“Okay, so you’re not kavam-resistant. Hmm. Well, there’s the possibility Brower’s nailed down segments of your genome, and injected you with a serum that counteracted kavam’s effects. If you’ll give me some time, I can nail down what exactly he did.”
“What do you want for the information?”
“Just time. But just know I’m sympathetic, and I want to kill Brower as much as you do. I don’t do very much for free.”
“Why are you doing all this, Fett? First you let me go, now this.” Her voice softened. Not much, but a little.
“I told you. I’m sympathetic. I align myself with the Empire, but I protest wanton brutality, especially to an almost kindred spirit. It violates one of the few tenants of the Resol’nare I uphold. I’d make a terrible Mand’alor.” He smiled smugly. He wondered why he was helping her as well. He needed to stop making excuses.
“That’s not an answer, it’s an avoidance. We both know it.”
“You’re right. If there’s one thing women can do, it’s see right through excuses. The truth is: I don’t know myself. I don’t know why.”
“Maybe you do.” She ended the call.
He sighed. He had work to do.
* * * * * * *

Kom’rk walked into the kitchen. One advantage of Aaray’s injury was that he could easily find her.
“Why was I hearing talking?” He wasn’t really concerned, more intrigued, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“I was on the comm.” Aaray looked up from where she was sitting at the table.
“Is it a breach of privacy to ask with whom?”
“I’d rather not answer that.”
“It was Fett, wasn’t it?” He had a gut feeling it was him.
“How-?”
“I have a sister. I have some sort of an idea of how females work. I do know that you’d comm him.”
“How could you have known anything like that?”
“Remember how I said I could read your thoughts? In certain scenarios?”
“So you’re in my head!?”
“Basically. And I see what you did there. You just thought of something to get me distracted. I’m smarter than that. But the real problem here is why you were talking to him. What purpose would you have to talk to that sha’buir?”
“I asked if he knew what was causing my scars to reject bacta. Nothing to give you the right to meddle in my thoughts! You shouldn’t do that!”
“I can’t help that you’re in my thoughts, and I can then read yours.”
“I can’t read your thoughts. And even if I could do you think I’d just casually dig through your mind?!”
“Well, let’s see. Probably.”
“Why bother asking if you already knew who and why I called then?”
“To mess with your mind. So you wouldn’t flip out.”
“To mess with my mind?! Really?!”
“Yes. I figured you could use a good joke. Unfortunately, I found you talking to Boba Fett.”
“I want to get this over with! He can help! Or do you like wasting time and helping that,” She described Brower for a moment in Kiffar,” Hurt even more people!?”
“I don’t mind you talking to Fett, it’s the fact that I didn’t know about it. I’m sorry if you can take that as a sign I’m possibly a control freak, but I’m someone who won’t talk to people who just held me in a cell on their ship and didn’t tend to my injuries.”
“I am willing to do anything, anything, to get Brower. If you don’t want to do the same, frak off.”
“Who said this was about Brower?! You wanted him to tell you why you weren’t frakking healing!”
“I can’t get out until I’m physically fit again. And I’m personally sick and tired of hurting all the time!”
“I understand, but why Fett? Why not the frakking medical droid?”
“Because I thought he’d know, and if he didn’t, he’d find out. Plus, yours would probably try to kill me in the process!”
“True...true...”
“I don’t want to argue anymore, just go back to whatever you were doing and stay out of my head.” Her voice got softer.
“Fine. I’ll go back to sleeping. Something I’ve done a lot of recently.”
“Fine.” Her voice wavered and she crossed her arms over the table and rested her head in them.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he stood and walked into his bedroom.
“Maybe this just wasn’t meant to be,” she whispered to herself.
His voice echoed back. “It was! You just can’t tell!”
The girl felt her anger boil over, she kept her voice at a whisper,”I told you to stay out of my mind.”
“Not in your mind! I can hear you whispering!”
“Liar!” She was yelling again, her rage had at this point driven her to tears. ‘The first time in a long time I’ve cried, and it happens like this.’
His head popped around the corner.
“Do I need to do somethi--oh, shab. You’re crying. That’s never a good thing.” His sarcasm disappeared, he had to think fast.
“Just go to sleep. Leave me alone.”
Or not. “Do I need to lock the doors?”
“Why? Why bother. It’s not like I can go anywhere any way. Oh wait- I forgot, that doesn’t matter to you, does it?”
He was stuck, he realized. ‘Women...’ “It matters, because I want you to get better. At this point, I don’t care how, I just want you back.”
“The person I was, she’s never coming back. She was lost a long time ago. This is me now.”
“As long as I can love the new you, I don’t care if the old you is never coming back.” He reached out to touch her, but she jerked away.
“I thought I said I didn’t want to talk anymore.”
“I remember you saying that, but then I could hear you whispering, and it just got out of hand...but I’m not leaving. Not until we can be happy.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I’m serious, I’m not leaving. I will stay here as long as I need to stay here.”
“Don’t bother. Just go.”
“Not leaving, cyar’ika...”
“I don’t care.” Her voice shook.
“Are you okay? You’re not looking too well, actually.”
“I wonder why!”
“No, seriously. Worse than you were five minutes ago. You need a doctor, and not Dos.”
“Gee, now what could have happened in five minutes to make me look sick?!”
“Besides this.”
“I told you, I think Brower did something to me to make me unable to heal. I think the bacta affected it.” Her tone dropped back to normal.
“You need a doctor, then.”
“No.”
“I will take you there whether you want to or not.”
“Try,” she growled.
“Remember, you’ve got the broken ankle.”
“I repeat my previous statement, try.”
He yielded. If she was worse later, he would take her to a doctor. “I’m serious, if you’re not better later, I will take you. Now, do you want to move, or are you fine there?”
She just stared at him for a moment, thinking of a thousand things she could say, but not one of them fit. ‘He took everything from me. Even you.’
“I’ll help you kill the sha’buir.”
“Get. Out. Of. My. Head.”
“Fine, I will. Only if you let me take you to the doctor.”
“No! I don’t want to sit there and go through it in my head all over again!”
“I’m not leaving, Aaray.”
Her voice dropped down again, almost silent, “Don’t.”
He sat down across from her. “Fine.”
“I just want this over. I can’t stand it anymore.” Tears still rimmed her eyes.
He leaned across and squeezed her hand. “We can do it. Together. I’m sorry for arguing with you.”
“Sometimes I think it would have ended better if I had just died.”
“But then the galaxy would lose a really sweet woman.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“Fine. But then I would lose you.”
“And?”
“And that would kill me. You’ve become everything to me, Aaray. I can’t lose you. I suffered more when you were captured than when my parents died.”
“Would it? Would it really?”
“Yes, it would. And I don’t want to test it.”
“I don’t have anything else to say. You can leave.”
“I’m still not leaving. I will sit here...awkwardly...for as long as I need to sit here.”
“And then what? Now what?”
“And then I will figure something out. But until then,” # he put his head on his crossed arms, “I will sit here.”
“Have fun with that.”
He rolled his eyes, and slumped. “I will.”
She stared at him. “Oh, and if we’re going to keep being able to hear each other’s thoughts, you might want to learn to watch yours.”
“True, true, but you said you couldn’t read my thoughts.”
“I could when we kissed.”
“We’re not kissing now, are we?”
“No, and I can’t hear a thing.”
“Good. Nice and secure. I’m not delving into your thoughts, by the way.”
“That’s nice to know.”
He had lied. He sat up and grasped her hand again. “What’s even better to know is that you’re here. You’re safe.”
“Maybe. Sometimes I wonder.” She shivered.
“And the shivering...seriously, I wonder if there’s more to this then you think. I’m worried about you.”
“It’s memories, nothing physical. I’m fine.”
“If you say so. I’m still worried about you. No abnormal stress levels or anything?”
“What do you think?”
“Stupid question, I know. I’m diagnosing symptoms. I need to exercise my knowledge of field medicine somehow.”
“Then go talk to Dos. I don’t need to be analyzed.”
“It’s not analysis. It’s concern for a fellow being through the malformed eyes of medical science.”
“I really don’t care what it is. Stop.”
“Fine then. But all this arguing is making me tired.”
“Then leave and go to sleep.”
“I’m not leaving.” His eyes drooped, he really was tired.
“You sound like a broken holo message.”
“I tend to...repeat the truth.”
“Just go to sleep.”
“N-no...”
She ran her hand gently through his hair, “Yes.”
“No...” He closed his eyes and relaxed. Before he could stop it, he was asleep.
She smiled faintly and returned to her new habit of staring into the distance. Who knew what she saw there.
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A/N: Yes, yes, I know. We're late. Deal with it. I had to go to Vegas. Deal with it.

TL;DR: More sappiness.
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #38 on: January 03, 2012, 12:35:58 AM »
Very good update and Ky have a good time in Vegas. I won't ask how was it, why? Cause of the saying, "What happens..." you know the rest. :D 
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Re: Fire and Glory Part II
« Reply #39 on: January 03, 2012, 06:27:45 PM »
Thanks Orange...

Someone read it...finally. :P
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