Disclaimers:
- Rated M for references to adult themes and suggestions. There is no explicit content. (You really don't want me to write that anyway.)
- I write for fun, not for profit (well, not this stuff) and the only character I claim any stake in is Eriana :)
A/N: I'm seven months behind schedule, but I'm finally back. Here's the conclusion of what I started about 9 years ago. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven't a clue what's going on, you might want to go to my profile and start reading according to the stories listed there...this is part 9 of a series of stories I've written in a post-NJO chronology that basically stems from the idea that the people who created everything canon after the NJO really didn't quite understand the concept of sustainable character development.
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(Brutally honest and sarcastic) Character List (that I threw together at the last second because I figured I might need one or something like that):
Jacen Solo, Jedi Master that the Jedi don't really trust because he ran away for five years and learned a whole bunch of stuff they don't know, so they just call him Jedi Knight as an insult or something like that.
Jaina Solo, Total dumbass former Jedi Master that went off the deep end and disappeared to parts unknown. Twin sister to Jacen.
Eriana Fostenon, really hot blonde, amazing former Jensaarai Defender that took over a pirate organization and converted it into her own private military force (partially) to show the Jedi how big of pansies they all are.
Lowbacca, Jedi Master Wookiee that doesn't need a droid anymore because everyone understands him, right?
Ami Jade, discarded love child of Luke and Mara that somehow got her grandmother's last name as a first name and has started learning how to become a Jedi after years of service with Talon Karrde
Luke Skywalker, former Jedi Master who has become a bitter old cripple that hates everyone because he's like Batman after meeting Bane
Leia Organa, widowed former president of the galaxy who is now old and doesn't known what the hell to do with herself, so she's taking care of her pain-in-the-ass brother and her grandchildren.
Mara Jade. Honestly, don't bother reading this for her.
Ben Skywalker, NOT Kylo Ren.
Tenel Ka, former Queen of Hapes and wife of Jacen Solo that lost an arm but I figured out a cool way of having her grow it back and now I actually have a good use for her, so I thought I'd throw her back in for a change instead of leaving her behind somewhere.
Wedge Antilles, Admiral of the Jedi Coalition fleet because nobody knew what they were doing enough to take his place and his wife guilt tripped him into it.
Random people in Mandalorian armour - read my second and fifth stories.
Kenth Hamner, the guy who took over for Luke because Luke's a grumpy old fart.
Kam Sulstar, the guy who runs the Jedi Academy and moved out of the Jedi Temple because Luke's been a dick to everyone, but he won't admit that if you asked him.
Darth Titan, the mysterious bad guy who is really bad and does bad things. No, he doesn't wear a Kylo Ren mask. No, he's not Anakin Solo. No, he's not R2D2's lovebot. Seriously, stop asking. Just read the damned story, will ya?
I'm sure there are others but I have stuff I should be doing...
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It is a dark time for the Jedi Coalition.
With the passing of Darth Krayt, his successor has begun leading the war with an unparalleled lust for destruction.
Warriors of the Bogan Empire have destroyed or occupied dozens of systems in mere weeks. Among the first to fall, the Corellian sector's shipyards were turned into slave-operated factories to churn out weapons of destruction while Centerpoint Station could be repaired and re-armed.
The allies of the Jedi have gone into deep hiding, forced to disappear to bide their time.
While the Jedi find small ways to fight back, corruption creeps in through the cracks between fronts as the Black Sun expands their reaches and allies itself with the Bogan Empire.
The strongest opponents to Darth Titan's reign of terror is the alliance between the Black Vornskrs, the Jedi, and the remnant of the Republic forces led by Wedge Antillies.
But the strength of the alliance is only as strong as its weakest link…
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25 years after the Battle of Yavin, two months before the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of Belkadan...
"Wanna hear a joke?"
"Why-y-y-y do you even bother asking anymore?" Jaina Solo asked, playfully throwing a stone at her goofy twin brother. "We know you're going to say it anyway."
Lowie, the loyal Wookiee friend of the twins', chuffed his own response, which Em-teedee immediately piped up to translate.
"Master Lowbacca would like to inquire if this joke will contain sufficient humour to inspire true laughter," the miniaturized translation droid piped up.
"Hey," Jacen held a hand over his heart, feigning pain from his friend and sister's comments. "My jokes are funny. You just need to learn how to appreciate them."
"I, for one," Tenel Ka said, taking Jacen's hand in her own and offering him a rare tiny smile that made her grey eyes seem to twinkle in the evening light of the setting Yavin star. "Would like to hear your joke."
"Quick, Jacen, you'd better marry her," Jaina said with mock seriousness. "If she wants to hear your jokes, she's a keeper."
Jacen looked back at Tenel Ka and their eyes locked together in a moment of trepidation. After three years of training at the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV, the four of them had been through some amazing adventures and had become the closest of friends. And, sure, Jacen and Tenel Ka had started a tentative relationship. But...marriage? The thought made both their hearts jump. As always, Tenel Ka recovered first and hid her exhilaration at the prospect of making a sacred commitment to her old friend behind an emotionless expression.
"I believe we are too young to seek marriage at this time," Tenel Ka said to Jaina, deflecting the comment calmly to protect her friend. "Perhaps in a few years."
"A few years..." Jaina said wistfully, looking out into the distance and already forgetting to take another playful jab at her brother. The view from the top of the giant Massassi temple that stretched to the horizon in all directions never ceased to draw Jaina's attention, and she knew she would soon departing Yavin IV to start the next stage of her training to become a Jedi Knight. Her eyes slowly scanned the beautiful forest, the big fluffy clouds tinted with orange sunlight that hovered above them, and the fading yellow of the sky, trying to soak it in as if she would never see it again. She finally spoke the question that had been rolling around in her mind since Uncle Luke had told them they would soon have a graduation ceremony. "What assignments do you think we'll get next week?"
Lowbacca barked his response.
"Master Lowbacca said he would like to return to Kashyyyk to serve his people," Em-teedee translated, hovering around the Wookiee's head on his repulsor jets. "But he suspects he will have to apprentice with a Jedi Master for a few years."
"I asked Uncle Luke this morning and he told me he wants us to get some field experience with a Master or Knight before we get our own assignments," Jacen said, staring out in somewhat the same direction Jaina was. Still holding Tenel Ka's hand, he tried to hide the fluttering feeling in his chest from his twin bond with his sister while still enjoying the physical contact with the amazingly beautiful young Hapan princess. "Who do you think you'll get? I'm hoping for Corran Horn and an assignment exploring the Unknown Regions. Could you imagine the exotic creatures out there?"
"I think Aunt Mara would be fun to learn from," Jaina said, trying to not feed her brother's fascination with every critter that existed. "She knows so much about espionage and infiltration. But Uncle Luke is the best pilot in the galaxy. I kinda want to join the military and be a starfighter pilot. Think Rogue Squadron would take me?"
Lowie growled a comment about her becoming a Rogue based on ego alone, which Em-TeeDee did not get the chance to translate over the laughs of the young Jedi.
"My grandmother requires me to return to Hapes and complete my training to become queen," Tenel Ka said bitterly when the others had stopped laughing. "This prospect has left me considering a career change to becoming an exotic dancer on Nar Shadda."
Lowie, Jaina, and Jacen each turned to look at Tenel Ka with identical looks of disbelief on their faces.
"Perhaps my jokes are not funny?"
Everyone finally laughed and, as one, fell to a solemn silence. They all seemed to come to the realization at the same time that they were enjoying what would probably be one of their last moments together as a group of Jedi Apprentices.
"Wherever we end up," Jacen said with uncharacteristic seriousness. "I know we'll always be great friends. They say friendship is never lost; it is only thrown away."
"And don't forget, we're all going to be Jedi, too," Jaina reminded him with an easy smile as she turned to look out at the beautiful orange glow of Yavin rising on the horizon. "I think we're all destined to be great Jedi."
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About 16 years later...
The sunlight invaded her dream, gently pushing her out of a fond old memory from a lifetime ago. As she woke up she became more aware of her surroundings. A dingy hotel room...bright sunlight filtering in through the transparisteel window...clothes scattered across the floor...some guy lying beside her...
She sighed to herself and sat up in the bed, the sheets falling to her lap. She looked at the tattooed back of the snoring guy beside her and shook her head, which caused waves of disorientation to follow.
Frakin' brandy, Jaina thought as she reached over and picked her underwear off the floor. She pulled it on and noticed the bite mark on her left breast seemed to be healing up from the rambunctious night a few days before.
She followed the trail of her pants, bra, shirt, and jacket to the door, putting each item of clothing on as she went as quietly as she could, stopping only to swipe some credits and glass phials from the man's jacket that had been discarded beside hers the night before. She glanced back at the man, trying to remember his name. She gave up after a few seconds, finally opening the door with a gentle click.
"Jamie?" the groggy voice of the mystery man asked, but Jaina closed the door behind her. She took five steps down the hall and broke into a run toward the lift, tears streaming down her face. She slammed her fist against the call button and paced impatiently for the eternity that it took for the lift to arrive. As soon as the doors began to open she threw herself into the cart, pressed the button for the ground floor and leaned her back against the wall. As the doors closed she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor sobbing uncontrollably.
With shaking hands she reached into her jacket and pulled out one of the thin glass phials, popped the top off and hesitated for a second, staring at the blurry yellow fluid through her tears. Some part of her knew just how bad Death Sticks were. Hell, she had been told about the risks and dangers her entire life and even warned friends off them. But the pain in her heart was too much. She lost the will to resist and drank the fluid, letting the tingling sensation fill her body as the cool fluid travelled down her throat.
By the time the elevator reached the promenade she was almost sure nothing had been bothering her.
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"Bitch!" Jacen exclaimed and stumbled to his knees in mid step and landing on his hands. He placed a hand over his heart and bracing himself against the pain, breathing heavily to try controlling the pain. Every time she took one of those damned Death Sticks, he got the full blast of what she was avoiding like a blinding ray of light shone through a lens. Unlike normal physical pain, the spikes of sheer agony from their twin bond staggered him like nothing else had since his torture at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong. Part of him did not know what was worse – the fact that she was taking Death Sticks, or that she had been getting hammered and sleeping around every night for the past few months. Certainly the drug-assisted encounter she had led herself into three nights before that was still burned into his mind with startling clarity was not a high point of Jaina's life. He thought the fact that she let herself get gang raped would have snapped some sense into her, but it only seemed to drive her to greater levels of stupidity and drag him to deeper levels of resentment.
"Jacen? Ya 'k there?"
"I'm fine," Jacen grunted, waving Rjon off. He sat up on his ankles to rest for a moment and bring his heavy breathing under control. Part of him did not know what reality was his – if he was sobbing in a lift on some shavit-hole of a city, or if he was chest deep in a miserable swamp that seemed to glow yellow from all directions. When he closed his eyes he saw the blurry view of a lift, so he opened them looked around to take in the Force-forsaken swamp. Everything in sight, from the mist emanating from the mucky water to the green moss on the trees and the buzzing wildlife around him was dangerous and deadly to humans, but seeing it gave him the focus to push some amount of Jaina's reality out of his. If it was not for the full suits of vaccuum-tight Mandalorian battle armour separating him from the wilderness, Jacen was not sure he could survive long in the hostile environment, even with the Force as his ally. He took a deep breath and let it out, pushing as much of his twin's presence away from his mind as he could. "Heartburn. Ate too many burritos last night."
"I know that feeling," Trigger said, and followed with an ear-popping belch that made everyone except Jacen reach to their ears and groan. "But those were some damn good burritos."
Jacen shakily pulled himself to his feet and watched for a moment as the swamp muck drained off his armour to reveal the painted pattern of Jedi robes, and the tributes to his family members on his right bicep. Corellian Bloodstripes for his dad, a red and white strip matching his mom's lightsaber, a violet and white one for his each of his brother and sister, and finally, a turquoise one for his wife, Tenel Ka. Differences among them were that Han and Anakin's names were written across their tribute in gold lettering in honour of their sacrifices, while Jaina's tribute had been roughly scratched off with a knife in honour of the fact that he no longer considered her to be his sister. Only the bands dedicated to his mom and wife had remained unscathed, as if to remind him of how much he had lost from his life and how little had left. He finally looked up and consulted his HUD, focusing on the tracking signal still flashing brightly on the horizon, bracketed by range and signal strength information.
"Looks like Lanos is only another three hundred metres ahead," Jacen said. "Still no signs of what happened to him."
"Nope," Trigger said and hefted his heavy repeating blaster. "But I'm aimin' to blow the shavit out of it, whatever it was. Nobody takes the old man down on my watch."
"I'm ready for some action," Lana said, priming her blaster rifle with flick of the safety switch.
"That's me girl," Rjon replied. "Let's get our boys back."
"Absolutely," Jacen said dangerously, letting his anger toward his sister fuel his rage over the capture of the rest of his team. He pulled his lightsabers from his belt and slammed his thumbs against the activation plates at the same time, lighting the green blade focused by the Corusca gem he had pulled out of Yavin's atmosphere so many years ago and the violet blade focused by the Yuuzhan Vong lambent his brother had incorporated into his lightsaber not long before he had died. "Let's see if you can keep up."
"Game on, kid!" Trigger shouted, and they ran into battle.
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The sound of soft rubber wheels rolling over marble floors echoed through the empty corridors of the Jedi Temple eerily. All of the students had abandoned the grandiose Temple, opting to live a simpler life on the surface of their protector, Zonama Sekot, as they learned the ways of the Jedi. Gone were the younglings running through the halls, playing and laughing as they practiced their Jedi skills. Gone were the Jedi Knights, greeting each other after returning home from challenging missions putting fires out across the galaxy. Gone were the Jedi Masters, solemnly contemplating their next moves to fight the spread of dark forces across the galaxy.
Only a sole Jedi remained, pushing his wheel chair along those quiet hallways. The wheels squeaked with every push, offsetting the dull rolling sound with the odd noise that seemed to echo just a bit differently through the halls. The echo of every little sound reminded Luke how much the Jedi had lost. Everything he fought for since the fateful day that two dysfunctional droids wandered into his life on Tattooine seemed to be for nothing – the Jedi Order was fractured, his friends were being killed off, and his marriage had been evaporated by lies. But, for Luke Skywalker, having recently been paralized from the waist down, the worst part of it was knowing he couldn't do anything about it.
Luke rolled into an observation balcony and pressed a button on the wall to extract the armour plate that would normally protect the Temple from the vacuum of space. As the plate drew itself back, the sunlight filtered in and lit up the grizzled face of the old Jedi Master. Scars from an encounter with a Wompa on Hoth long ago were accented by faint white lines in his grey beard, but showed little age compared to the weight his pale blue eyes carried. He rolled up to the railing, locked the wheels and pulled himself standing as he had almost every day since arriving on Zonama Sekot. Only his control over the Force kept his legs locked, allowing him to lean against the railing and look at the sight below him that somehow both broke his heart and gave him the only solace he could find.
Far below, Luke saw the huts that had been built by the young Jedi students. They were the budding new generation, learning how to carry on the traditions of a thousand of generations of Jedi before them, and the future peace keepers of the galaxy. They were also the ones left to carry on that tradition while Luke's students, both of his generation and the next, fought a brutal war to protect innocent beings across the galaxy as well as the precious few Jedi younglings and initiates left. The war had cost him his legs, his friends, and his family. With a deep breath, he reflected that he had little left to lose.
"Master Luke!" a condescending voice rang out, followed by the growing sound of whining servomotors. "You know you shouldn't be standing. The medical droids…"
"I'm fine, Threepio," Luke interrupted the droid and awkwardly turned to face the eternally perplexed-looking droid. "I can't see anything from the chair."
"But, Master Luke, why not use the hoverchair Mistress Leia brought you?" Threepio inquired, not noticing the twitch of annoyance that flicked through Luke's shoulders. "The chair would raise you…"
"I said I'm fine, Threepio," Luke said softly, controlling his voice to cover up his annoyance by reminding himself that the prissy old droid was merely following his programming.
"Luke!" Leia's voice rang from down the hall, and her fast footsteps echoed as they approached him. He grimaced knowing that whatever scolding he just got from his droid would be nothing compared to what was coming up. She reached his side and grabbed his arm. "What do you think you're doing? Your operation is in half an hour! You need to rest. Threepio, help me get him back in the chair."
Luke used the Force to move his legs and take a step back, easing himself into the chair without help from the droid, but Leia only let go of him when she was satisfied he was safely seated with the belt fastened around his waist. She grabbed the handles and began pushing him back into the depths of the empty Jedi Temple.
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The thick black cloak served a dual purpose. The main purpose was to hide her identity from everyone, including the guards that escorted her, but the other was to leave a trail of mystery behind her. Members of the crew might question who she was and why she was meeting with the Grand Admiral, but this face-to-face meeting was essential. Some meetings just had to be done in person.
As she entered the conference room, the four guards waited outside until the door closed. Grand Admiral Wedge Antillies smiled to himself, knowing how ineffective the guards would be if the woman underneath the cloak wanted to cause trouble – he had seen Jedi in action before, and he knew this one was particularly dangerous. Green lights around the door frames of all four entrances to the conference room turned red, indicating the room was secure. Nothing short of Wedge's personal command code – or a lightsaber – would open the doors anytime soon.
She finally lifted the thick dark hood off her head and let it fall down to hang off her shoulders, revealing a pale face and bright green eyes framed with long blond hair that remained tucked in behind the robe. She shrugged off the robe to reveal a simple white short sleeved shirt and black pants, as well as two lightsabers held in holsters secured to her thighs. Wedge reflected that, despite spending years around Jedi, he had never seen a Jedi with lightsaber holsters. But Eriana Fostenon was far from the typical Jedi. He did not know her entire history, but he knew she was a close personal friend of Jacen Solo's, had once beat Luke Skywalker in a lightsaber duel, and was the leader of the Black Vornskrs pirates. Those facts alone made Wedge want to know more about the history of this enigmatic woman, but too leery to ask. The tall blonde woman laid her cloak across the back of a chair before taking a seat on the next chair over from it and smiled with uncharacteristic friendliness for the type of person one would expect to be leading the most feared pirate organization the galaxy had seen in decades.
"Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late. The admirals have been too efficient at their jobs and I had to move up one of my plans to give them something new to blow up."
"I'm glad you could join us, Eriana," Wedge said warmly. He turned and gestured to the other people in the room – his wife, Iella, Danni Quee, Corran Horn, and Kenth Hamner smiled back at her. "We were just getting started anyway. Danni?"
The short blond astrophysicist stood up and activated the holodisplay built into the centre of the long rectangular table they all sat at. The lights dimmed automatically and a diagram appeared showing dozens of wire diagrams depicting various ships in their fleet. Most of the diagrams had two numbers beside it, one in blue and one in red, but the largest five classes of ship had a third number in green beside the first one.
"This is the entire Jedi Coalition fleet," Danni said. "The blue numbers indicate how many operational ships we have. The red numbers indicate how many ships of each class are not combat worthy, either by design or from damage. The green indicate those that have been outfitted with our superlaser or planetary shielding technology."
Wedge ran a quick count in his head despite already having memorized the numbers, and came up with a number around eight thousand, ignoring anything smaller than a Nebulon-B frigate and anything in red. The green numbers barely reached fifty.
"I've got about five thousand ships to add to that," Eriana said. "Over half of those are Piranha-class ships. Don't let the size fool you – with the right crew we've been able to disable Mark I Impstars with just three of them. They're good little ships."
"Any chance I could have a squadron of those?" Corran asked. "I wouldn't mind seeing what the CLF could do with ships like that."
Wedge clenched his jaw in irritation at Corran's request, but quickly pushed it aside. A quick glance from Eriana made him think about how annoying it could be to work with Jedi when they could sense emotions of people across the room, like how a Sullustian could see a signal light in the dark from miles away.
"I can have a dozen ready to ship out by tomorrow," Eriana said, pulling a scratch pad of flimsy from her pants pocket and making a note to deliver the ships to the Corellian Liberation Force. "I think you're really going to like the new stealth paint that Danni developed that reduces their sensor profile by eighty percent. Is there anywhere in particular you want them delivered?"
"Can you discuss this at a later time?" Wedge interjected, and nodded to Danni. The young astrophysicist seemed to remember that she was in the middle of a presentation with a start, completely missing the glare that Wedge was getting from Corran.
"Yes, so, um, as I was saying," Danni continued as she flicked to the next screen, showing the composition of the enemy fleet. "We have almost as many superlaser equipped ships as they do, but overall, they have over fifty thousand ships. Even if we could join forces with the Chiss, who we know they're still recovering from the attack on their homeworld, the Bogans have enough ships to keep a defensive line and still hunt for us."
"Not to mention they control five major shipyards that are putting out new ships every week, and we have half of one patching together the few ships we have," Iella pointed out.
"So the question is," Wedge said. "How do we win this war?"
"Do we have locations on the Obsidian-class ships?" Eriana asked, referring to the giant double-parallelogram arrow-shaped warships that had decimated virtually everything in their paths.
Danni flicked through a couple settings before updating the projector, showing a map of the galaxy with about twenty yellow dots scattered around it, except for several dots that made up one big dot over Coruscant.
"This is where we think they are," Danni said. "This intel was gathered almost a week ago by Ghent, Jedi Master Lowbacca and Artoo-Detoo. The three of them together hacked into the Bogan subnet and were able to extract some ship movement data. As you can see, five ships are hovering around Coruscant, two at Corellia, and the rest are scattered at various shipyards and with a few strike forces that are hunting us. Based on several factors we were able to extract from the data set, we think these ones…"
Danni tweaked the display to turn fifteen of the dots red, leaving five of them green.
"Aren't going anywhere, and the rest could be anywhere. The red ones are covering the shipyards and other planets of interest."
"What's this one?" Kenth asked, pointing to a planet in an area of little galactic importance marked by a red dot.
"Shumogi," Eriana said before Danni could reply. Her eyes narrowed and she stood up to get a better look, as if she was questioning her own assessment.
"That's right," Danni confirmed. "How did you know that?"
"My fleet blew up an Obsidian there," Eriana replied in a somewhat distant voice. "That's a data site for the government to back up all sensitive data off Coruscant, otherwise it's a pretty unremarkable system. There is literally one inhabited spot on the planet and it is a reinforced bunker ten kilometres under a nearly solid iron-ore mountain. Not that I'm doubting you, but how do you know that is a permanent station for the ship? That's a very odd place to risk putting a second ship after one was destroyed."
Danni consulted her notes a moment before answering. "According to the data set, the ship arrived there almost three months ago and it has no orders to do anything but stay there."
"I'll send Katarn and Korr to look into it," Kenth Hamner said, making a note on his datapad.
"Let's have them work with Ghent," Eriana said, sitting down again and scrawling on her notepad. "I'll have him scour the transmission to look for anything abnormal."
"I want to send a message to Darth Titan," Wedge said, interrupting the side conversation and bringing the meeting back to focus. "We need to take Coruscant."
To their credit, nobody looked at him like he was wearing a stupid hat – they looked back at the five red dots glowing above Coruscant.
"We're going to need a hell of a strategy to bring it together," Kenth mused. "Something new they haven't seen before."
"Have we used the superlasers yet?" Corran asked.
"No," Wedge said. "Every ship with the refit is still here in the deep core. Very little information has left here. They probably know we're working on it, but, if our efforts to stifle communication have worked, they shouldn't know we have any ships operational."
"We could bait one or two of the ships out," Eriana suggested. "Give them a nice juicy target to hit and slam them with the superlasers when they arrive."
"If we have twenty ships, why don't we go in full force?" Kenth asked. "With four superlasers per target, and it'll be a short battle."
"That was our first thought," Iella said. "But there are hundreds of other battleships, plus a lot of civilian transportation, that we'd have to shoot around. Coruscant is swarming with activity. Our best simulations show a five percent probability of under a hundred thousand civilian casualties. With the tactics we've seen, Titan is likely to start blasting civilian ships to clear a path."
"So we need a trap," Eriana said. "And a good trap needs some very desirable bait. I volunteer."
"What makes you think you'll be good enough bait?" Corran asked.
A sly smile grew on Eriana's face as she returned Corran's glare from across the table. "Just wait and see what target we hit next."
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A/N Hope you liked it :) I'll be posting on Fridays. Assuming I remember. As always, comments are always appreciated.