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Wild Child-Enya
Brothers In Arms-Joan Boaz
Adios-Enya
Lazy Day-Enya
Hunter-Dido
Break Away-Big Pig
It's A Sin-Pet Shop Boys
Silence Must Be Heard-Enigma
There Was A Boy-Micheal W. Smith
Kryptonite-Three Doors Down
Matter Of Time-Micheal W. Smith
Don't Give Up-Micheal W. Smith
May It Be-Enya
In Dreams-Edward Ross
Moonlight Dream-Anatalia
Forbidden Emotions-Anatalia
A Song To Sing
Dawn found me a huddled mass of emotion on the dirty floor. I finally gathered my wits and forced myself to make ready to return to the underworld. My pack held the few jumpsuits I called my own, and both blaster chargers. Nothing more, nothing less. It was all I owned in this world. Tucked in my belt was enough credits to last me a year at least, over 7,000.00 last count. After taking one last look in the mirror, at the stranger I had become I left that little room. Through the streets and alleyways and then plunging down a turbolift and into the underworld. Through the slimy tunnels I stalked, forcing myself to fall back into the routine. Slinking from shadow to shadow, avoiding the light. Avoiding any human or non-human life form, keeping to myself. Stealing food when I was hungry, stealing sleep when I was tired. Dirt caked on hiding my face, my voice was rusty from disuse. I was a ghost in the halls, a human that didn't really exist. Bounty hunters left the underworld with out their prey, but not for lack of trying. Close they had come, only inches away, and yet they didn't see me. Even Fett failed, I saw him waiting in the shadows and leaving my stomach to snarl in hunger, I ran. Disappearing into the darkness, it was there I waited hidden until he left. It was in the darkness that Roanoke disappeared and the snarling creature with a ghoulish voice appeared. It was called the Shako, a sport for the Imperial officers brave enough to face it deep in the shadows. They would come and try, but all they ever found was a blackness deeper than their fears. They would run back to their comrades and leave the underworld and it's Shako alone. Then things changed, it was said the Empire had fallen. From the shadows people crept, and with them I came. In the sun light that streamed on the streets I lifted my face to it again and felt the warmth. For the first time in many years I straightened completely and stood my full height. The Rebel government was taking up existence on this planet, they were calling for the people to begin living again, for the Empire was gone and would not return. I stood there and watched people dance for joy in the sunlight. I started walking and almost returned to the bent state that I had spent so many years in. Instead I forced myself to walk upright and with my head held high I walked freely through the streets. I found a cheep room with a fresher. It took me hours to get the dirt to come free, but it finally did. I stood before the mirror a rack of bones and flesh. My black hair fell to the ground, my skin was pale enough to be called translucent. My blue eyes had become larger than I remembered and tended to hurt when the lights were on. I had washed all my jumpsuits and even given the knapsack a wash. Counting my credits out, I realized that it had been almost four years, since I had last sung. I tried to speak even and found my voice unwilling. It took me two days to be able to speak again. By that time the credit supply was beginning to get low. All my years in the underworld I hadn't touched the supply, but now as a law abiding citizen I had to dive into the heap. I forced myself to go through a series of bends and stretches, to limber up a body that had long been in disuse. It was a dark night almost a week later when I found my voice again. I had been awaken by a brawl in the hall outside my room, and found it impossible to sleep again. I found myself wanting to wander again. So I gathered my things and left. Walking the streets I found myself humming and even singing softly to myself. So I found a little dive with an open stage. Waiting till the rest of the terrible bands and mediocre singers had finished. I found my way to the stage and stood there, alone under the spotlight. I took a deep breath and lifted my voice.
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands and always will be
Someday you'll return to your valleys and your farms
And no longer burn to be Brothers in Arms.
Through of these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I have witnessed the awesome rage
As the battle rage on
And though it hurt me so bad
You didn't desert me
My Brothers in Arms.
There are many different world
And a million different songs
But we have just one world
Why live in different ones?
Now the suns gone to hell and the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
And it's written in the stars above
And every line in your heart
We're fools to make war on our Brothers in Arms.
The song was greeted with cheers and whistles, coins clinked down upon the stage. I smiled and taking the coins disappeared out the door. It had felt good to just sing again, to hear the song filtering through the crowd and reaching out to the people walking past. I was a good mile away from the dive when I noticed the dark shadow pursuing me. I ignored it for a time then taking the first chance I disappeared into a shadow filled alleyway. The shadow plunged in after me, and I saw why it wasn't pausing. Infrared goggled, it would see in the pitch blackness. I turned and started running, using every ounce of energy I had to sprint down the alleyway, drawing both blasters as I ran. I slid to a stop in the street, whirled and fired a series of shots into the alleyway. Then I holstered my blasters and took off again. The shadow appeared not far behind me. I was pushing myself, and after a stumble the shadow pounced. It slammed me into the ground, and pushing it's knee into my back drew out a pair of wrist binders. I wriggled and was cuffed upside the head for my trouble. I teetered on the edge of consciousness, forcing myself to remain with reality. Then the weight was gone and after a scramble and hurried sounding blows a different shadow stood over me. I didn't really care at that point and just drifted into the haze. I woke to the pristine white ceiling of a hospital room. I rolled my head to the side and stared at the walls. Then fear plunged into my stomach and old reflexes sent me hurtling towards the door. Machines started wailing, but I was out the door and down the hall. I was tackled by a young man and using the last of my strength I kicked him off and ran for the door. It smacked closed and whirling I faced the hospital staff. Surprise was on the face of the lean blonde haired man that I had kicked. He was rubbing his shoulder gingerly and then with a gentle look reached out and I felt a wave of exhaustion over take me. I returned to myself and found the same ceiling and walls, but this time the blonde haired man was standing at the foot of my bed.
"Thinking of escape again?" He asked with a light smile. I didn't answer, but rather fixed him with a rather blank look. "You were here at a different time, that much is evident. The Empire has fallen, we will not harm you. You'll be safe here, from who ever is after you."
"No one is ever safe here." I said, feeling my voice crackle with strain. Pain lashed across his face and for a moment he looked far older than he was.
"What did they do to you?" I closed my eyes against the memories and fought back the pain that had remained buried for so many years. "Tell me?" He begged, and for once I actually felt like telling some one exactly what had happened.
"I stood up against an Imperial Officer, demanding him to stop the slave slaughtering. He threw me in prison and it was there that they realized who I was. Roanoke San Anoke, a bright star in the music industry. So they moved to cover their tracks. A memory block was used to cover the knowledge of who I was. But, something when wrong and by the time they realized their mistake it was too late. I was outside their control with the a copy of the CCS codes in my head. The ship transporting me was called back, but it was too late. Mercenaries found us and bounced me from ship to ship, not sure what to do with a woman only half herself. Then I found my way to Tatooine, and into the dive owned my Devor. I spent only one day there, singing for my bed and food. Then Jabba found me, and I went into her service as a singer. It was in that dank palace that I found the most unlikely ally." I paused, refusing to say Fett's name aloud in this place. Not wanting to draw a reaction from this man. "I was released from Jabba's service and dropped here, and it has been in the dark underworld that I lived for the past four years. Hiding in the shadows, living in the blackness, becoming blackness when the need arose. For four years I avoided Bounty hunters, assassins, and the Imperials. Only to end up here, but then who knows the future?"
"No one knows the future, it is constantly changing, ever in motion." I nodded and gave a light smile. Memories faded away leaving me back in the hospital room, with this blonde haired man. He shifted on his feet and paused before speaking again. "You have the codes to the CCS?"
"Yes, and I suspect you'd like them?"
"Yes, but I...you should give them to our leader. I'll bring her down, and then you can lay down your burden."
"I wish the rest of the world would let it go that easily." He only gave me a look of questioning and then disappeared out the door. I lay back and remembered the days long past when my voice had been as well known as the gem of a planet where I had been born. Humming a soft tune to myself I dredged the many songs I knew from my memories. They came in droves, until I tallied well over a hundred songs. The tales of the galaxies and the people that lived between the stars that hung above. I was mussing mainly to myself, deep in the tunes that hung in my head when the door swished open again. The man appeared again, escorting a brown haired woman. She carried an air of power and age. She smiled down and drew up a chair.
"Roanoke San Anoke, so you have the codes to CCS. May we have them?"
"I do not care, I just want to be left alone after this, to live my life the way I want to."
"We will not hunt you, and we will do all in our power to stop others from doing so."
"I do not care about the others, let them come, they have come before and they will come again, nothing you can do will stop that. Just take the codes and leave me be." She nodded and removed a data recorder from her pocket.
"I promise to leave you be, the rest of your days, Roanoke San Anoke." I nodded and held out my hand. She took it gave it a firm shake. "Now, may we have the codes."
"Yes, there is only one code. 951-753-852-456-486-624-759-153." The numbers seemed to almost fade as I said them. I let out my breath with a gush at the end and smiled weakly. "It is done, now, when can I get out of here?"
"When you feel up to leaving, it is up to you, Anoke." I swung my limbs free from the bed and stood, gathering my wits about me. I was still dressed in my jumpsuit, my pack was by the bed, but both my blasters were gone.
"Where are my blasters?"
"The front desk has them, you may retrieve them before you leave." I opened my back and checked on the blaster chargers. Then smoothing my jumpsuit felt for the bag of credits hidden in my belt. The lump was still there, I took a deep breath and had to admit to myself relief flooded me. I nodded to both of them before shouldering my pack and disappearing out the door. I was indeed given my blasters back, and with them riding low on my hips I returned to the streets. It was over a month later that I found the courage to sing again. I had wandered the streets, avoided the reality of life. Then one night on the doorstep of death, a song came to me. I had not eaten in days, I could not walk, nor did I have the strength of heart to beg a ride. Instead I sang from the slime ridden street that I lay on. Just another body with so many other's around. Yet, as I raised my voice and let the song fill me, I became another person. A shadow of my former self, the woman I had left to rot in the shadows claimed her place in the moonlight.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
May it be shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
There we're no cheers to bring a smile to my eyes, only silence and the slight scuffing on steps. I shivered and felt the fever that was beginning to ravage my body. Yet...I could feel something coming, deep inside of me something was calling out. So I lifted my voice again.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.
I ended the song with shaky notes, my voice finally failing. I fell silent and listened to the sounds of scuffling feet and murmuring voices. I closed my eyes and fell into a dream of the days back in Devor's and Jabba's, lacking perhaps in class, but making up in enthusiasm. The crowds, the strange allies, and most of all the enjoyment of singing. The adventures had been fun, but it was the singing that had made it all worth while. A coughing attack brought me free from the dream and back into the icy cold reality. I spat the bitter liquid from my mouth and saw the blood that splattered across the stones. It was at that moment that I gave up, giving in to the illness creeping into my bones. I didn't care any more if I lived or died, it just didn't matter. I lay there in a daze of pain for who knows how long, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. I can not tell you, nor do I care to know. I just remember seeing those burning eyes staring down at me from the shadowy haze and knowing my past had found me again. Fett picked me up as if I weighted nothing at all, and huddled in his arms I found release in a strange daze that I kept coming out of. Until finally, a brilliant pain shot through my arm and then I saw nor felt anything.
Wild Child-Enya
Brothers In Arms-Joan Boaz
Adios-Enya
Lazy Day-Enya
Hunter-Dido
Break Away-Big Pig
It's A Sin-Pet Shop Boys
Silence Must Be Heard-Enigma
There Was A Boy-Micheal W. Smith
Kryptonite-Three Doors Down
Matter Of Time-Micheal W. Smith
Don't Give Up-Micheal W. Smith
May It Be-Enya
In Dreams-Edward Ross
Moonlight Dream-Anatalia
Forbidden Emotions-Anatalia
A Song To Sing
Dawn found me a huddled mass of emotion on the dirty floor. I finally gathered my wits and forced myself to make ready to return to the underworld. My pack held the few jumpsuits I called my own, and both blaster chargers. Nothing more, nothing less. It was all I owned in this world. Tucked in my belt was enough credits to last me a year at least, over 7,000.00 last count. After taking one last look in the mirror, at the stranger I had become I left that little room. Through the streets and alleyways and then plunging down a turbolift and into the underworld. Through the slimy tunnels I stalked, forcing myself to fall back into the routine. Slinking from shadow to shadow, avoiding the light. Avoiding any human or non-human life form, keeping to myself. Stealing food when I was hungry, stealing sleep when I was tired. Dirt caked on hiding my face, my voice was rusty from disuse. I was a ghost in the halls, a human that didn't really exist. Bounty hunters left the underworld with out their prey, but not for lack of trying. Close they had come, only inches away, and yet they didn't see me. Even Fett failed, I saw him waiting in the shadows and leaving my stomach to snarl in hunger, I ran. Disappearing into the darkness, it was there I waited hidden until he left. It was in the darkness that Roanoke disappeared and the snarling creature with a ghoulish voice appeared. It was called the Shako, a sport for the Imperial officers brave enough to face it deep in the shadows. They would come and try, but all they ever found was a blackness deeper than their fears. They would run back to their comrades and leave the underworld and it's Shako alone. Then things changed, it was said the Empire had fallen. From the shadows people crept, and with them I came. In the sun light that streamed on the streets I lifted my face to it again and felt the warmth. For the first time in many years I straightened completely and stood my full height. The Rebel government was taking up existence on this planet, they were calling for the people to begin living again, for the Empire was gone and would not return. I stood there and watched people dance for joy in the sunlight. I started walking and almost returned to the bent state that I had spent so many years in. Instead I forced myself to walk upright and with my head held high I walked freely through the streets. I found a cheep room with a fresher. It took me hours to get the dirt to come free, but it finally did. I stood before the mirror a rack of bones and flesh. My black hair fell to the ground, my skin was pale enough to be called translucent. My blue eyes had become larger than I remembered and tended to hurt when the lights were on. I had washed all my jumpsuits and even given the knapsack a wash. Counting my credits out, I realized that it had been almost four years, since I had last sung. I tried to speak even and found my voice unwilling. It took me two days to be able to speak again. By that time the credit supply was beginning to get low. All my years in the underworld I hadn't touched the supply, but now as a law abiding citizen I had to dive into the heap. I forced myself to go through a series of bends and stretches, to limber up a body that had long been in disuse. It was a dark night almost a week later when I found my voice again. I had been awaken by a brawl in the hall outside my room, and found it impossible to sleep again. I found myself wanting to wander again. So I gathered my things and left. Walking the streets I found myself humming and even singing softly to myself. So I found a little dive with an open stage. Waiting till the rest of the terrible bands and mediocre singers had finished. I found my way to the stage and stood there, alone under the spotlight. I took a deep breath and lifted my voice.
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands and always will be
Someday you'll return to your valleys and your farms
And no longer burn to be Brothers in Arms.
Through of these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I have witnessed the awesome rage
As the battle rage on
And though it hurt me so bad
You didn't desert me
My Brothers in Arms.
There are many different world
And a million different songs
But we have just one world
Why live in different ones?
Now the suns gone to hell and the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
And it's written in the stars above
And every line in your heart
We're fools to make war on our Brothers in Arms.
The song was greeted with cheers and whistles, coins clinked down upon the stage. I smiled and taking the coins disappeared out the door. It had felt good to just sing again, to hear the song filtering through the crowd and reaching out to the people walking past. I was a good mile away from the dive when I noticed the dark shadow pursuing me. I ignored it for a time then taking the first chance I disappeared into a shadow filled alleyway. The shadow plunged in after me, and I saw why it wasn't pausing. Infrared goggled, it would see in the pitch blackness. I turned and started running, using every ounce of energy I had to sprint down the alleyway, drawing both blasters as I ran. I slid to a stop in the street, whirled and fired a series of shots into the alleyway. Then I holstered my blasters and took off again. The shadow appeared not far behind me. I was pushing myself, and after a stumble the shadow pounced. It slammed me into the ground, and pushing it's knee into my back drew out a pair of wrist binders. I wriggled and was cuffed upside the head for my trouble. I teetered on the edge of consciousness, forcing myself to remain with reality. Then the weight was gone and after a scramble and hurried sounding blows a different shadow stood over me. I didn't really care at that point and just drifted into the haze. I woke to the pristine white ceiling of a hospital room. I rolled my head to the side and stared at the walls. Then fear plunged into my stomach and old reflexes sent me hurtling towards the door. Machines started wailing, but I was out the door and down the hall. I was tackled by a young man and using the last of my strength I kicked him off and ran for the door. It smacked closed and whirling I faced the hospital staff. Surprise was on the face of the lean blonde haired man that I had kicked. He was rubbing his shoulder gingerly and then with a gentle look reached out and I felt a wave of exhaustion over take me. I returned to myself and found the same ceiling and walls, but this time the blonde haired man was standing at the foot of my bed.
"Thinking of escape again?" He asked with a light smile. I didn't answer, but rather fixed him with a rather blank look. "You were here at a different time, that much is evident. The Empire has fallen, we will not harm you. You'll be safe here, from who ever is after you."
"No one is ever safe here." I said, feeling my voice crackle with strain. Pain lashed across his face and for a moment he looked far older than he was.
"What did they do to you?" I closed my eyes against the memories and fought back the pain that had remained buried for so many years. "Tell me?" He begged, and for once I actually felt like telling some one exactly what had happened.
"I stood up against an Imperial Officer, demanding him to stop the slave slaughtering. He threw me in prison and it was there that they realized who I was. Roanoke San Anoke, a bright star in the music industry. So they moved to cover their tracks. A memory block was used to cover the knowledge of who I was. But, something when wrong and by the time they realized their mistake it was too late. I was outside their control with the a copy of the CCS codes in my head. The ship transporting me was called back, but it was too late. Mercenaries found us and bounced me from ship to ship, not sure what to do with a woman only half herself. Then I found my way to Tatooine, and into the dive owned my Devor. I spent only one day there, singing for my bed and food. Then Jabba found me, and I went into her service as a singer. It was in that dank palace that I found the most unlikely ally." I paused, refusing to say Fett's name aloud in this place. Not wanting to draw a reaction from this man. "I was released from Jabba's service and dropped here, and it has been in the dark underworld that I lived for the past four years. Hiding in the shadows, living in the blackness, becoming blackness when the need arose. For four years I avoided Bounty hunters, assassins, and the Imperials. Only to end up here, but then who knows the future?"
"No one knows the future, it is constantly changing, ever in motion." I nodded and gave a light smile. Memories faded away leaving me back in the hospital room, with this blonde haired man. He shifted on his feet and paused before speaking again. "You have the codes to the CCS?"
"Yes, and I suspect you'd like them?"
"Yes, but I...you should give them to our leader. I'll bring her down, and then you can lay down your burden."
"I wish the rest of the world would let it go that easily." He only gave me a look of questioning and then disappeared out the door. I lay back and remembered the days long past when my voice had been as well known as the gem of a planet where I had been born. Humming a soft tune to myself I dredged the many songs I knew from my memories. They came in droves, until I tallied well over a hundred songs. The tales of the galaxies and the people that lived between the stars that hung above. I was mussing mainly to myself, deep in the tunes that hung in my head when the door swished open again. The man appeared again, escorting a brown haired woman. She carried an air of power and age. She smiled down and drew up a chair.
"Roanoke San Anoke, so you have the codes to CCS. May we have them?"
"I do not care, I just want to be left alone after this, to live my life the way I want to."
"We will not hunt you, and we will do all in our power to stop others from doing so."
"I do not care about the others, let them come, they have come before and they will come again, nothing you can do will stop that. Just take the codes and leave me be." She nodded and removed a data recorder from her pocket.
"I promise to leave you be, the rest of your days, Roanoke San Anoke." I nodded and held out my hand. She took it gave it a firm shake. "Now, may we have the codes."
"Yes, there is only one code. 951-753-852-456-486-624-759-153." The numbers seemed to almost fade as I said them. I let out my breath with a gush at the end and smiled weakly. "It is done, now, when can I get out of here?"
"When you feel up to leaving, it is up to you, Anoke." I swung my limbs free from the bed and stood, gathering my wits about me. I was still dressed in my jumpsuit, my pack was by the bed, but both my blasters were gone.
"Where are my blasters?"
"The front desk has them, you may retrieve them before you leave." I opened my back and checked on the blaster chargers. Then smoothing my jumpsuit felt for the bag of credits hidden in my belt. The lump was still there, I took a deep breath and had to admit to myself relief flooded me. I nodded to both of them before shouldering my pack and disappearing out the door. I was indeed given my blasters back, and with them riding low on my hips I returned to the streets. It was over a month later that I found the courage to sing again. I had wandered the streets, avoided the reality of life. Then one night on the doorstep of death, a song came to me. I had not eaten in days, I could not walk, nor did I have the strength of heart to beg a ride. Instead I sang from the slime ridden street that I lay on. Just another body with so many other's around. Yet, as I raised my voice and let the song fill me, I became another person. A shadow of my former self, the woman I had left to rot in the shadows claimed her place in the moonlight.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
May it be shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
A promise lives within you now
There we're no cheers to bring a smile to my eyes, only silence and the slight scuffing on steps. I shivered and felt the fever that was beginning to ravage my body. Yet...I could feel something coming, deep inside of me something was calling out. So I lifted my voice again.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.
I ended the song with shaky notes, my voice finally failing. I fell silent and listened to the sounds of scuffling feet and murmuring voices. I closed my eyes and fell into a dream of the days back in Devor's and Jabba's, lacking perhaps in class, but making up in enthusiasm. The crowds, the strange allies, and most of all the enjoyment of singing. The adventures had been fun, but it was the singing that had made it all worth while. A coughing attack brought me free from the dream and back into the icy cold reality. I spat the bitter liquid from my mouth and saw the blood that splattered across the stones. It was at that moment that I gave up, giving in to the illness creeping into my bones. I didn't care any more if I lived or died, it just didn't matter. I lay there in a daze of pain for who knows how long, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. I can not tell you, nor do I care to know. I just remember seeing those burning eyes staring down at me from the shadowy haze and knowing my past had found me again. Fett picked me up as if I weighted nothing at all, and huddled in his arms I found release in a strange daze that I kept coming out of. Until finally, a brilliant pain shot through my arm and then I saw nor felt anything.