No. This is not a hallucination. Destiny has truly been updated. You can all thank Procrastinatedlove21(Thank you PL!!!) for that-I finally have a plot now, so it won't be like a year before I update again. Joy! I hope you enjoy the new chappie. Finally.
Velika was sure that there were some people on the other end of the galaxy that couldn't hear ranting and raving as she stomped into her family's apartment. Fuming, and finally starting to pipe down, she barged into her room and collapsed onto the floor in frustration and tried to calm herself down. How could one person get her so worked up like that? Velika sighed, put her head in her hands and took deep breaths. She just wanted to throw something at him! Something really hard and heavy, that would hurt a lot, like a-
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" A voice said from the doorway. Velika turned to look at the person who had spoken.
"Oh, hi Leia," she said before turning away again.
Leia walked over and sat down next to her. "Seriously, what did you do?"
"So I'm upset because I did something? How does that work?" Even if she'd gotten caught pulling a prank on someone, it couldn't be bad enough to make her upset like that stupid moron from school could.
Something must have shown on her face, because Leia started giving her a funny look. "What?"
"What's his name?" Leia said out of nowhere. Did I miss something…?
"What's who's name?" Velika replied, rather confused. Since when had they started talking about a person?
Leia rolled her eyes and said rather matter-of-factly, "Did you slap that Nolen dude again? Dad will be so mad. Seriously, I know he's annoying, but you should really learn some self contr-."
"Why are you so convinced it's about a guy? Am I not allowed to just be mad over nothing?"
"No."
Sighing, Velika ran her hand through her hair and said, "There's this guy in all my classes that I'm supposed to help 'get adjusted' or something like that—the only thing he could get adjusted to is annoying someone to death—and he is driving me insane! He won't shut up, which wouldn't be completely hopeless if he actually had something interesting to say, but all he does is criticize me and tell me how snooty I am—is snooty even a word? I don't think it is—but he won't leave me alone and all I just wanna…" Velika finished as she moved her hands as if strangling someone in midair. Catching her breath, she looked over at Leia, who, to her complete astonishment, was barely restraining herself from bursting into laughter.
"I'm really sorry, Vel," She said, ignoring her sister as she winced at the 'nickname', "but it's really obvious you like this guy."
Velika stared at her in horror with an I-cannot-believe-you're-my-sister look on her face, and then shook her head in exasperation.
"I cannot believe you'd even pretend to think that I like this guy. He is just so…" She stopped, at a loss as to how to define such an annoying, disagreeable person, "I mean he just…he just goes out of his way to make me miserable. How could I like someone who makes fun of me all the time?
"People tease each other and still get along. Just look at you and Luke," Leia said, "If you talked to a total stranger like that, you'd probably get arrested for harassment."
"I am not that bad," Velika mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Leia laughed a little. "Maybe not that bad, but you get what I mean." Still smirking victoriously, she walked out of the room.
Velika groaned and banged her head against the wall behind her. She didn't like Jamien. There was no way.
Right?
Velika knew something was wrong. The Skywalker family was eating dinner in silence. The only time that ever happened was when something was different, and everyone else was trying to figure out how to tell Velika without making her explode.
Anakin cleared his throat and said, "I got called to a council meeting today."
"Oh?" Was all that Velika said, raising one eyebrow. On the outside she looked perfectly calm, but on the inside, she was thinking no, not again.
"Er-apparently, Kessell is considering officially becoming part of the Republic, and they, er, they want me to go," He said, looking rather nervous.
"Dad, I thought you said they weren't going to send you out again," Velika said. The last time her father had been sent out on a mission, he had barely survived. She could still remember waiting to find out—no. Don't think about that. It's over. She thought.
"I said they weren't going to send me anywhere extremely dangerous. I have at least four padawans accompanying me and Siri's coming too, plus all the security they always insist in having wherever I go," Anakin said, rolling his eyes at the last part, "Nothing will happen, I promise."
Velika stared down at the table and gulped as it became blurry.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Dad," She choked out before jumping up and running to her room. She thought she heard her mom calling after her, but she kept going until her door was securely locked. Once she was in the safety of her room, she collapsed against the wall and sank onto the floor. This just has not been my day.
Sitting in Huttese the next day, Velika stubbornly stared at her screen and resisted the urge to acknowledge the existence of the person sitting next to her. Vaguely she was aware that he was talking, but she had no idea what it was about. He's probably just being an annoying little twit again. Sighing she rubbed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her assignment again. She must have read the same sentence fifty times.
"Hellooooo?"
Velika jumped and looked around to see that Jamien was waving his hand in her face, looking amused.
"What is so funny?" She snapped, not in the mood to put up with him—not that she ever was.
"Ah. So you're snooty again. I thought something might be wrong with you," Jamien said as he smirked at her. Velika glared at him as hard as she could before turning away again. "Seriously, what's wrong? I've never heard of the great Velika Skywalker taking stuff like this lying down. Usually you'd be glaring me to death by now."
"Gods, would you give it a rest?" Velika jabbed, "Is it your life mission to make me miserable?"
Jamien looked thoughtful, and Velika almost thought that he'd leave her alone. Miraculously, he turned back to his work, and looked like he was going to finally shut up.
"Is it your dad?
What?? Where did that come from?
Only when Jamien started talking again did Velika realize that she'd said the words out loud.
"I heard that he was being sent on a mission, and I knew that you get upset about these types of things," He said matter of factly.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Velika responded without looking at him. A few seconds of silence went by before Velika said, "Wait, how did you know my dad was being sent out? I thought that was classified."
Jamien nodded and replied, "It is, but I'm being sent out with him, so obviously the council told me about it."
"You're going too? But how-."
"Is my class interrupting your conversation, Miss Skywalker?" Mr.Jairdan asked from the front of the room.
Velika sighed. "No, Mr. Jairdan." Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her screen.
After school, Velika ran to the hanger with every intention of flying out of there as fast as she could.
"Wait!"
Velika turned around. Maybe it was Han. She could really use one of his sarcastic conversations right then, but when she saw who it was—it was Jamien. Great.
"What. Do. You. Want?" She demanded, her patience at an all time low.
"Ok, not very friendly. Just wanted to finish the conversation from earlier, since you wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the day," He said. He was trying to look offended, but his smirk was ruining it completely.
Velika was torn between curiosity and annoyance. Her curiosity won out in the end, though. "How did you know that my dad was being sent out?"
His smirk faded slightly and he looked more serious. "I'm Master Tachi's apprentice."
Velika couldn't help it. She laughed.
"What's so funny?" He said taking her words from before.
"You're Master Tachi's apprentice. You are Siri's apprentice," She shook her
head, disbelieving. She continued, "If you were Siri's apprentice, you'd probably kill each other, considering how annoying you are."
"Well, she can be sort of annoying sometimes too. Maybe that's why we get along so well," He said, his smirk coming back.
"Yeah. Whatever. Maybe it's not completely impossible," She admitted.
"So why were you ignoring me today? It was about your dad, right?" Jamien persisted.
Velika closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I will not strangle him I will not strangle him I will not strangle him.
"Well?"
Letting out a frustrated huff, Velika whirled on him, saying, "Why do you care? It's not your problem if I'm getting upset over something that you probably don't think is a big deal."
"I was just wondering. You don't have to get all defensive," He said putting his hands up in the air as if surrendering.
"Well, you can stop wondering, because it's none of your business. You haven't done anything but annoy me since I met you and now you expect me to just open up and tell you why I'm upset. I hope you never try to give someone counseling or something, 'cause you really suck at it," She blurted out in one breath.
"Well, the door swings both ways you know," Jamien said matter-of –factly, "It's not like you were super friendly. I start teasing you a bit and all of a sudden I'm the most annoying person on Coruscant. That makes a lot of sense coming from you," He finished sarcastically.
"Well…I-you…" Velika stammered. He was right. Velika teased her family and friends all the time. Jamien was probably the only one she'd been so, well...
"Fine. I was snooty. What do you want a written apology or something?"
Jamien's smirk got the slightest bit bigger. "No, I don't mind you being snooty, I just don't like it when you're a prat."
"Now you're calling me a prat. That's a good way to encourage friendship," She said sarcastically.
"Glad it worked. Now are you going to tell me what's been bothering you or what?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Gods, he is so stubborn. Sighing again, Velika caved in. "The last time Dad was sent out, he almost died. He was in the medcenter for a really long time and…" She
trailed off, her throat getting tight. "You know, I really don't want to talk about it."
Jamien nodded understandingly, all traces of his smirk gone. "I understand. I probably shouldn't have bugged you about it."
They just stood there for a minute, very awkward.
"Er, I'll, er, see you tomorrow," He said, running his hands through his hair and taking a few steps back.
"Yeah," Velika said as he walked away, "Seeya."
Who knew that under the annoying prat there was actually a half decent human being. Maybe he wasn't too bad. Maybe he was a good guy.
Yeah, and Leia's gonna marry Han. Sure.
A/N: PL, you are brilliant. You shall aspire to brilliant-ness. But you know what they say about geniuses(most of them were psycho).
PL: Well I am psychotic! You know that. Don't you? You better, cause you're the one who started calling me that. GEOFF! You're a bleeding asshole and you deserve to get hit in the balls! But I LOVE you anyway! U SEXY BASTARD!
k…that never happened.
There is a button on the bottom of your screen to the left. Buttons are meant to be pushed(hint hint). Unless they are mine. Which that one is not. PUSH THE BUTTON. Course you have to type and stuff after that…shutting up now. BYE