Don't Underestimate
Connan frowned. The blinking red light wasn't blinking. That was never good.
"The elevator's not working." She informed Anakin, turning and crossing her arms. She glanced at Palpatine. "Something you planned?"
"I hope you're not going to blame me for every single thing done wrong." Palpatine replied, a joke in his voice. Connan scowled.
"I'm certainly not going to blame you for everything done right," She answered.
"R2, activate elevator 3224." Anakin said into his comm. link. He turned to Connan. "Will you stop arguing with him?"
Connan looked slightly abashed.
"What? I asked him a simple question and you think I'm arguing?"
"Well, you're certainly not making polite conversation." Palpatine interjected. Connan whirled on him, pointing her lightsaber hilt squarely in his face.
"Don't butt in." She threatened. "I've had enough of you, and I've only seen you officially for—what?—two minutes now?"
"See?" Anakin shook his finger at Connan. "That's what I'm talking about! When you do that with Obi Wan it's amusing, but when it's with the Chancellor you're—"
"Spiteful? Angry? Hacked-off? I should hope so." Connan growled. "If he thinks he can—"
"I'm right here, you know."
"What did I tell you about butting in?" Connan pressed her finger lightly over her ignition for the lightsaber; not enough to fully turn it on.
The ship shook, unbalancing the three and thoroughly shaking them out of their conversation.
Connan could feel herself being pulled sideways, and tried desperately to stay on her feet.
"What's happening?" Palpatine asked.
"They must have taken a bad hit; we're falling out of orbit!" Connan explained. She forced open the elevator doors and leapt to the other side, keeping her feet firmly on the surface. "Hand me Obi Wan!"
Anakin threw Obi Wan up and grabbed a hold of the elevator doorway. Palpatine followed suit. Connan pulled Obi Wan up and over the side of the elevator, sitting him down as the ship lay completely on its side.
Connan rolled her eyes.
"This ship's going to go down if they don't reverse the stabilizers." She insisted, flicking on her comm. link. "Bastila? Don Don? You all right?"
"The ship's going sideways!" Bastila was always the observant one.
"Actually, it's a nose-dive." Donella cut in.
"Who cares what it is?" Connan asked. "Where are you and how are you doing?"
By this time, Palpatine and Anakin had pulled themselves into the hallway. Anakin picked Obi Wan up again and motioned for Connan to follow them down the elevator. She shrugged and took of running next to the two of them, counting the number of doorways they passed to get to the hangar.
"We're near the hangar. We were almost inside when the ship started tilting. We're up against a wall, now, waiting for them to finally do something right and fix the damn thing. Not like it's hard. Stupid Neimoidians." Donella seethed.
"As long as you're all right." Connan sighed. "We're in an elevator hall, right now."
"An elevator hall?"
"Well, yes," Connan shrugged. "We're not really in an elevator, just in the thing it goes up and down in."
"The shaft?" Bastila asked. Connan shook her head.
"I don't think it's called a shaft." She insisted. "I think that's the cable that it goes up and down on."
"I'm pretty sure what you're in is called a shaft, Connan,"
"You also think that meditation is the most exciting thing to do on a ship for almost two weeks, Bastila." Connan chided.
"It is!" Bastila maintained.
"Will no one play you at dejarik?"
"They keep losing, Don Don. They don't like to play against someone whose specialty is war. That's like playing a cannok at eating things, or trying to fly faster than a mynock."
"I love that you're having such a nice conversation with someone," Anakin started. "But do you mind?"
"Fine, fine," Connan waved him off. He sure was in a bad mood. "I got to go. I switched channels to talk to you two, and I think Carth might be close to having a conniption."
"Call if anything goes wrong," Donella ordered before Connan switched channels back.
"Connan? Where are you?" Connan winced as the words were practically shouted.
"Calm down!" She hissed. "I'm right here, Carth."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Carth declared. "What's going on?"
"We're nose-diving into the planet and—" Connan could feel herself running faster; her balance became harder to hold up. "Uh-oh,"
"Uh-oh?" Carth asked. "I don't like 'uh-oh'."
"We're leveling out!" Anakin cried as his feet slipped from underneath him. Connan let out a small shriek as she slid herself. She clamped onto Anakin's right leg, just as Palpatine grabbed his left. Connan closed her eyes and focused on the four of them, trying to lift them up into the air, to hold them in place.
"Well, this was a bad idea," Connan murmured as they continued falling.
Anakin's mechanical arm reached out and grasped onto a stray wire. They stopped falling. Connan heard something snick.
"Oh, boy," She droned. "Whiplash."
Something flickered in Connan's mind, just at the moment she saw Obi Wan stir. He opened his eyes slowly, as if his head was hurting him. He looked around and gasped, wrapping his arms tightly around Anakin and causing them all to sway.
"Easy!" Anakin called.
"We're in a bit of a situation, here." Connan finished.
"Did I miss something?" Obi Wan kept looking down.
"Hold on," Anakin ordered.
The shaft they hung in began vibrating. Connan looked up. Sparks rebounded from the cable in the middle, and a white light was rapidly descending to them.
"What is that?" Obi Wan cried.
"Uh, oops." Anakin pulled out the comm. link with his other hand. "R2, shut down the elevator."
It kept coming.
"Too late. Jump!" Connan let go of Anakin's leg and began falling.
Connan doesn't mind heights. In fact, she kind of likes them. To stand on the top of something high in the sky and look down to the planet below is one of her favorite things to do. At high places, it's usually windy and cold, and she can think and sort out her thoughts. And if she's lucky, Carth will find her out there and start making a fuss about how cold her skin is, and he'll wrap his arms around her and wrestle her back into the ship to get warm again. Yes, she loved heights.
But falling from them? Not one of her strong suits.
She vaguely wondered how they would get out of this situation. It was a pretty long fall, true, and if things went from bad to worse she could always pull them up with the Force so they wouldn't all hit the bottom and instantly break every bone.
But there was also the elevator to reckon with. It was falling fast than they were; which would sound illogical if it weren't for the fact that the elevator was spiraling out of control and shooting down the greased-up cable. If they didn't hit the bottom they would surely be killed by the elevator anyway.
Then an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled.
Connan groaned as she hit the slick, polished floor of a real hallway. Obi Wan splayed out on top of her, obviously the one who had pulled her out from the elevator shaft.
Obi Wan was off of her in a second, pulling her to a sitting position and checking her.
"Are you all right?" He asked. "I didn't mean to pull so roughly, but the elevator was about to hit us, and—"
"I'm all right, calm down, I—" Connan attempted to stand, but she moved her neck and pain shot down her spine. She cringed and sat back down. "Well, damn."
"What's wrong?" Carth asked.
"Nothing, nothing." Connan insisted. "I'll be right back." She flicked the comm. link over once again as Obi Wan began examining the injury. "Jolee?"
"Yes, lass?"
"When we get back, can you make sure there're some medics around? Obi Wan was crushed under the machinery and he might be hurt."
"Liar." Obi Wan joked.
"Sure, sure," Jolee barked. "But I'm sure it's more than just Obi Wan who's hurt."
"Right, thanks." Connan ignored Jolee's comment and switched back to Carth. "All right, I'm back."
"Good. Explain what's going on."
As Connan explained what had happened, with the elevator and the running and such, Obi Wan administered more medicine.
"You said two doses would make you lose neck strength," He asked. "What about one half of a dose?"
"Never tried it." Connan shrugged. "It might work. Let's try it."
Obi Wan sighed and injected her with the medicine. Anakin smirked.
"Nothing like trying new medicine combinations in the middle of a mission, huh?"
"Quite," Connan rubbed her neck, which only held a twinge of pain. "This should work for now."
"Did you take more medicine?" Carth asked through the comm. link. Connan laughed sheepishly.
"Not enough to do any damage. Besides, I'm a Jedi, remember? Overdose levels are higher for us." She held her hand up to Obi Wan, who was already on his feet and brushing his knees off. "Help me up."
"Ready to go?" Anakin asked. Connan nodded.
"Let's see if we can find something in the hangar that's still flyable." Obi Wan turned and began walking away. Connan limped after him, still rubbing her neck delicately.
"R2, get down here. Bring R9, if he's still alive." Anakin ordered as he took off in a slow jog. No reply.
"Maybe something hit him when the ship started falling," Connan suggested.
"R2," Anakin repeated. "Do you copy?"
Static. Then a series of beeps and whoops emitted from the comm. link. Connan nodded.
"He says he's coming," She translated. "We'd better get moving."
Connan moved into a steady run, matching Anakin. She frequently looked behind her to make sure the Palpatine was still there. She didn't trust him out of her sight for the moment.
She began to wonder why she hadn't noticed before that Palpatine was the Sith Lord. Had she really been that blind to what was going on? Could she no longer tell when seemingly nice people began to turn darker; less safe? The thoughts made her angry and uneasy as the same time.
Then she realized that there was no way she could have known sooner. Sidious never gave her any real clues to who he was; she could only guess that he was saving them for them she finally agreed to be his pawn. And since Carth had strictly forbidden that last time, it wasn't something she was willing to try. The only way she could have figured out that it was Palpatine was to hear his voice.
And that was probably how he wanted it.
With only his voice as recognition, there could be no real evidence that he was indeed the Sith Lord. And even with him already in possession of enough power in the Senate to totally reform the Republic entirely, they could still get rid of him at the moment. He was still vulnerable. There had to be something he was waiting for; something he had to acquire before his control was complete and invincible.
There must be a factor Connan was missing.
After all, this man was playing everyone. He'd even been playing Connan until she caught onto him. But now that she knew what was going on, she planned to try and put a stop to it.
She could—
A loud BANG protruded her thoughts and her running feet slammed to a stop. Obi Wan grasped her shoulders to keep her from falling forward and hitting the white shield that now surrounded them.
"What is this?" Connan asked, igniting her lightsaber and jabbing the force field with it. The shield shimmered and the saber retracted.
"Ray shields." Anakin answered. "We're stuck."
"Wait a minute." Obi Wan growled. "How did this happen? We're smarter than this."
"Apparently not." Connan chided, crossing her arms and smirking.
"Nothing's wrong with things going wrong, you know." Anakin raised an eyebrow.
"Anakin's right," Connan continued. "It makes things more interesting."
"Shouldn't you be calling your friends right about now?" Obi Wan asked. Connan started.
"Right!" She flicked on her comm. link. "Guys? We've got a problem."
"What happened?" Bastila asked.
"We're stuck. Ray shields," Connan explained. "So we're not going to the hangar. Any chance you could meet us somewhere else?"
"Depends." Donella's voice came through. "Where would we be meeting?"
"We're more than likely going to be taken to the new leader, since Dooku is dead," The disdain in her voice was not missed, and Anakin's eyes darkened and he looked away. "Where would that be?"
"The bridge, more than likely." Obi Wan contributed.
"We're going to the bridge, then," Connan answered. "What say you meet us there?"
"Will do. See you there." Bastila said.
"Don't die without us," Donella added before turning off the comm. link. "I'd hate to never see you again."
"That's not how it works, Don Don," Connan muttered to the turned-off link. She glanced around at the two other Jedi, who were conversing, and locked eyes with Palpatine.
It was then, as this moment, that Connan knew what true malevolence was.
Those eyes, Connan would never forget those two depthless, shallow eyes. They looked about as short-sighted as Master Hortath in Jolee's stories, and full of conniving, shrewd hatred.
But not at her. At life.
Pointed to her was pure jealousy. Her eyes widened a bit as she saw this emotion swimming through his thoughts.
He wanted her power.
"I say patience." Anakin's voice made Connan jump. She ripped her eyes away from Palpatine's.
"Patience?" Connan repeated. Anakin glanced at her and pointedly nodded.
"Yes. R2 will be along in a few moments and then… he'll release the ray shields." He glanced up and around the cage-like shield they stood in.
Not a minute later, the door next to them opened up and R2-D2 came flying out, shrieking and crashing into the wall. Connan giggled underneath her breath as he spun twice and shook his head.
R9-T5 came in after, strolling along and beeping scolding words to R2-D2.
"Yes, yes," Connan waved. "Force, the two of you are like Don Don and Bastila."
"See?" Anakin pointed at R2. "No problem."
Connan thought it all-too ironic that the droidekas came in at that time, blasters blazing. The battle droids and B2 superdroids came after, arms cocked at the two utility droids.
"Don't move." They ordered. R2-D2 shocked the closest droid to him. Connan would have laughed, but said superdroid stumbled and kicked out, flipping R2-D2 over backwards.
Connan swiveled her head around, trying to gauge how hard it would be to fight off all of the droids and B2 droids. There were a lot of them.
"Heh," She laughed helplessly. "Not good."
"What?" Carth's voice resounded through her mind, but she didn't reply. "What's not good?"
"Do you have a plan 'B'?"
XXXXX
The bridge was very green. It bounced off of Connan's eyes and back onto the ground, making it seem even greener than it already was. It practically burned her retinas. It broke her concentration and gave her a headache, which was what they were probably going for.
All the green was almost unnecessary.
Connan tugged at her hands bound behind her back, pushing onto her bag and feeling the hardness of her extra lightsaber they'd forgotten to check for. She would have smirked if it wouldn't have given away that she knew something they didn't.
A large green cape swiveled around, making a large machine come into view. His eyes glowed eerily and his laugh seemed dark and gruesome.
"Ah, yes." He rasped. He coughed harshly. "The negotiators. General Kenobi, I've been waiting for you." His eyes flashed. "And—Darth Revan, is it?" He laughed as Connan's face glowered.
The bastard. Palpatine had probably been informing him of her past life. The last thing she needed was someone else trying to tell her what she actually did when she was Revan.
"I take it you're General Grievous." Connan didn't even try to mask her utter repulsion.
"That wasn't much of a rescue," Grievous ignored Connan's seething and instead made a grab for the battle droid standing in front of them, grasping their lightsabers and tucking them into his cape.
"You're welcome," The battle droid spat.
"And—" He stopped to cough. "Anakin Skywalker. I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a bit… older."
Connan's hackles came up as Grievous took a few steps forward. She felt her hand twitch, trying to come up with its extra saber. She held it still.
Anakin looked away and met her eyes, though. He saw the flash and smirked.
"General Grievous…." He started off with a serious look. "You're shorter than I expected."
"Uglier, too." Connan added, nudging Anakin with her shoulder.
"His shoulders are disproportionate," Anakin continued, leaning over and pretending to whisper, but being loud enough for the whole bridge to hear.
"And if you look close enough, you can see the smoke coming out of the sides of his head," Connan tskedand shook her head. "Clear sign of overwork."
Grievous snarled.
"Jedi scum." He turned, whisking away his cape with him.
"We have a job, you two, try not to upset him." Obi Wan drolly rolled his eyes.
R2-D2 stood straight and quietly beeped to Anakin. The boy placed a hand on the droid to calm it and stared at Grievous as he continued to rant.
"Your lightsabers will make a fine addition to my collection," Grievous boasted, patting his cape delicately.
"Not this time," Connan shrugged. "But I do congratulate you. Most people don't have the pleasure of capturing an ex-Sith Lord and live to tell the tale." She bowed.
"And this time," Obi Wan finished. "You won't escape."
"R2."
R2-D2 opened all of his hinges and inserts, letting sparks fly and random shots ring out. Obi Wan whirled around and Force Called his saber to him. He ignited it and slashed through Connan's bonds. She opened her bag with one hand and called her other saber to her with her other, starting them both up. She slashed at the two battle droids trying to hold her.
"Crush them!" Grievous demanded. "Make them suffer!"
Two IG-100 MagnaGuard droids turned on electrostaffs, twirling them between their fingers lightly. Connan growled. The phrik metal that the staffs had been made with could withstand lightsabers. They were like double-vibroswords, but with electricity shooting through them.
She and Obi Wan Kenobi lunged forward at the same time, striking at both of them. Obi Wan drove one away from the other, so they could both kill one.
"Stay at your stations!" Grievous cried, pushing droids to their piloting slots.
Anakin fell backward, killing all the easy battle droids that weren't piloting the ship. Connan spun around, making the MagnaGuard miss his shot and strike a pilot droid. Connan pivoted, hitting another droid and blocking an attack from the MagnaGuard. She drove her saber into the MagnaGuard's gut and it dropped.
Connan looked around for Obi Wan. She watched him cut the head of his MagnaGuard off and turn around, obviously satisfied. They were both shocked when the electrostaff kept turning and turning.
Obi Wan looked more so shocked than Connan was. He seemed rooted to the spot for a moment; a moment too long. The MagnaGuard had its staff raised and poised to kill.
Connan hauled herself backward and threw her body weight forward as hard as she could, hurling her lightsaber across the room. It lodged itself deeply in the Guard. She sped forward and turned off the blade before pulling it out.
"Good thing you're here, then." Obi Wan said, laughing.
"Nah," Connan shrugged. "I'm pretty sure you two would have gotten along just fine without me. Let's get Grievous."
"Don't bother with them. Keep this thing in orbit." Grievous ordered.
"Yes, sir." The droids replied. Anakin took another one out as Connan made her way to the General.
The three Jedi surrounded Grievous with their sabers glowing, just as he grasped onto an unused electrostaff and turned it on.
"You lose, General Kenobi." He flung his staff at a window; it broke the glass and stuck.
"Oh, no." Connan groaned. "Exhale!"
The window broke.
Connan shrieked, making sure to keep breathing out. She fastened her hands to the ship controls and refused to let go. She could feel her lungs running out of air; she wanted to take another breath. But she knew she couldn't. Her lungs would explode. She sealed her eyes shut and kept exhaling.
Then the emergency flaps shut, and the air was restored to the room. Connan's feet touched the ground, and she gasped loudly.
"What? What's happening?" Carth asked.
"The… the air… it was…." Connan stopped to swallow, taking another gasp of air. "Sucked out… Grievous…."
"Are you okay?" Obi Wan pulled Connan up. She took a few more breaths and nodded.
"I shouldn't have screamed." She admitted. "Made it worse."
"It's fine," Obi Wan rubbed the top of her head. "We'll finish up these droids."
"I'll see about taking control of this ship." Connan sat at the controls and examined them for a second. She drummed her gloved fingers over the tops of the keys lightly before plowing straight into the control system.
She frowned.
"Well, that's not good." She thought aloud, clicking her tongue. "All the escape pods have been launched. I didn't do it."
"Grievous." Obi Wan growled. He glanced between the two of them. "Can you fly a cruiser like this?"
"You mean, do we know how to land what's left of this thing?" Anakin took the seat next to Connan and began clicking away at the keys.
"Well?" Obi Wan prodded.
"Well, under the circumstances," Anakin started. "I'd say the ability to pilot this thing is irrelevant,"
"Yeah, and it's not important, either." Connan joked. "Strap yourselves in."
"Open all hatches. Extend all flaps and drag fins." Anakin said as he started flipping switches. Connan complied.
Bodies were thrown everywhere. Connan groaned as she was thrown from the seat, massaging her neck again softly. The pain was coming back.
She felt them coming in faster. Connan stood and called up a synopsis of what was happening and gasped.
The ship had torn in half.
"We lost something," She informed Anakin as he got back into his seat. R2-D2 beeped an "uh-oh!"
"Not to worry," Obi Wan crossed his arms. "We're still flying half a ship."
Connan pressed her comm. link.
"Don Don? Bastila? Please tell me you were on the half of the ship that didn't get torn off?"
Silence.
"Don Don, don't do this to me. Come on, now. Where are you two?"
Now the other three were even silent. Connan was close to panicking.
"Bastila? Donella!"
"Finally, you call me by my real name." Donella's voice rang. Connan sighed.
"You're all right."
"Of course we are, we barely made it to the other side. We were about fifty yards from the heat." Bastila notified.
"Make your way to the bridge, as planned." Connan ordered. "We're trying to land this thing, and the closer you are, the safer."
Connan turned her comm. link back over just as Carth came on to inform her of their situation.
"The Sith have backed off; we're watching the Invisible Hand drop out of orbit. Care to fill me in all the way this time?"
"Well," Connan started. "We're falling, that's for sure." She looked at the statistics and tried to counter them. She then turned her comm. link off and hooked it into the computer. "I've hacked you into the comm. system of the Invisible Hand."
"So they can all hear me?"
"Yes, we can." Obi Wan called.
"Now we're really picking up speed," Anakin said.
"Hold on."
"Eight plus sixty." Obi Wan called out. "We're in the atmosphere."
"Grab that." Connan jabbed at a lever next to Obi Wan. "Keep us level as best you can.
The ride became bumpy, and Connan found it hard to keep her seat.
"Steady…." Obi Wan reminded.
R2-D2 started going nuts, beeping and whooping loudly. Anakin shot a look at him, clearly annoyed.
"Easy, R2."
"Connan," Carth sounded. "I've got fire ships coming in on your left and right. They'll bring you in as coolly as they can."
"Landing strip, straight ahead." Obi Wan pointed.
"We're coming in too hot." Connan shook her head. "This won't work."
They couldn't keep level any longer; they were going to hit the ground nose-first and crush themselves. If they didn't level out somehow….
Connan knew how she could level out the ship. She didn't like the idea.
"Connan?"
Connan stood.
"You're being too quiet, Connan."
"What's wrong?" Obi Wan asked.
"We're going to hit the ground with our nose. It's going to pound us together and break our bones before the Republic will have a chance to save us."
"Have a little faith in the Republic, Connan. Don't do anything—"
"What do you—a mere Jedi—plan on doing?" Palpatine sounded extremely amused, he crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. Connan turned to glare.
"Connan, at least wait until Donella and Bastila can—"
"Do not underestimate me," She growled. "You've done it twice already. A third time might prove deadly."
"Connan, don't—"
Connan ignored him. She closed her eyes and held a hand in the air. She focused her Sight on the shape of the ship, on the texture, on the temperature, and on the feel against skin. She could see a metaphorical hand reach out and come closer to the ship she saw, and with one deep breath, she took the ship in that hand and held.
An unbearable weight crashed onto her shoulders, nearly knocking her down. Her hand flew out of the air and clamped onto the console beside her, holding her up. She gritted her teeth together, and she could feel her neck almost breaking and she struggled to control the weight of the ship.
She could hear the people outside her mind talking as she righted the ship and exerted an extreme amount of Force to stop the ship from moving as it touched the ground and destroyed everything in its path.
"Is she—"
"Someone stop her!"
"What power that takes!"
"She—she's lifted the ship!"
Her teeth were breaking. She could feel them trying to shatter. The weight on her shoulders had somehow become heavier. Her knuckles were turning dead-white on the console, and it cracked and splintered under her fierce grip.
But it was true. The ship had stopped moving.
Connan felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly.
"Connan, let go."
Everything happened all at once. Connan's hand snapped off of the console, her fingers cracking massively. She opened her eyes and gasped for air she hadn't realized she was lacking. The weight was lifted off of her shoulders. Her teeth set back in place, and stopped hurting, instead giving off a cool sort of numbness.
She focused her eyes on the person standing in front of her. Donella smirked, seeing the surprise on Connan's face. She took one hand off of Connan's shoulders and wiped the sweaty bangs from her eyes. She had done a lot of fighting.
"Well, never let it be said that Connan Frai couldn't use the Force." Bastila chided beside Donella.
Connan remembered her hold on the ship.
The ground shook and nearly everyone in the room was floored. Connan groaned angrily, getting tired of being thrown to the ground all day.
"What happened?" She asked as she stood. Anakin stared, shocked.
"You lifted the ship."
"I did not!" She denied.
"You did." Bastila agreed.
"It probably wasn't your intention," Donella explained. "You were probably just trying to keep up alive, and wanted to stop us from hitting the ground at the wrong angle."
"But you didn't end it that way." Bastila picked up the story. "We could feel it. We got in here just as soon as the ship actually stopped moving. About two seconds after we hit the ground, you picked us up again. We were floating there for about ten seconds before our rather graceful drop."
"I…wow." Connan ran a hand through her sticky hair. She needed a shower. "That's a new one, even for me."
"Connan? You idiot! Even for a Jedi. If you won't kill yourself, I swear you're going to be the death of me." Carth scolded.
Connan laughed in reply, looking around at the faces of everyone else in the bridge. Anakin was looking at her with an impressed awe, as if he knew she had a lot of power, but had never seen her prove it before.
Obi Wan stared at her with a happy sort of pride. He knew she would be able to do it, thought to what extents neither of them probably knew.
"When we came here the first time, we found we could talk to each other in our minds," Connan told herself. "I wonder if we can hear each other even now. I'll have to try it when we get back."
Palpatine was looking at her with hunger. She didn't like it. He stared at her as if she was a piece of meat; as if she was something to be won, and something to own, to control. It angered her to think that she could ever be controlled, or worse, owned. She growled.
But Obi Wan once again pulled her from her thoughts as he lightly tapped her on the shoulder and smiled. She smiled back.
"Another happy landing."
XXXXX
Hi. Okay. So I'm a day late. At least I'm not a whole week.
Thanksgiving was a busy week. I couldn't find time between burning the food and heckling my cousins to write.
Oh, well. I have now. Took me all day, too. I haven't done anything but this the whole day long. You guys should be proud of me!
Lol. So how did your Thanksgivings go? Did you have a good time? Did you have a near-death experience, like me? Our car spun out of control, and a HUGE van would have hit my side head-on if we'd spun at least two feet farther.
I'm on chapter seven and I'm 0:23:39 of the way through. Have a good week, and I'll see you all Sunday!
Amme Moto
