Author's Notes: Hi yall! After my dormant brain finally came back to life,
I'm here to write again. As you might have noticed, I updated six stories
before this one so that I could come up with ideas. Thank you to Skyla
Doragono, JoJo, Tory, and Dani for their characters.
Fire's Passion: Chapter 3: Round 1
*Inside Taco Bell on Coruscant*
The host's booming voice echoed around the now silent backroom. Most bets had been placed, and the opponents stood facing each other with fierce determination. Skyla Doragono, Wingadodo, and Earendil stood glaring at Hoojo Vajac from across the platform. Hoojo Vajac just grinned back at them with a bounty hunter's confidence. The host beckoned the bodyguards forward to stand in between the adversaries. After what had happened last time, bodyguards were extremely necessary.
*Flashback*
The host ducked under his floating podium as blastor shots fired about the room. The Jedis had their lightsabers drawn as the citizens of Coruscant fired randomly at an imposing Jedi. Chairs went flying as the bets were called off due to an unfair match (aka, the Jedi's mind control ability).
*End Flashback*
The host shuddered. They did not need a repeat of last week's performance. They almost had to relocate due to the extensive damage. Only after paying for the damage with the Jedi's winnings were they allowed to come back. Of course, the Jedi weren't too happy about this (being an understatement), but they cooled off after the host had threatened to have them disqualified for the rest of the season.
"Welcome to the weekly debate. This week's match is the Jedi vs. the Bounty Hunters. Who will first representing the Jedi team?" After a few seconds, Earendil stepped forward. "Very well, Earendil. You may now begin," The host stated diplomatically as he hit the timer.
"The most efficient way to bore your enemy to tears is to do the following things." Earendil said as she focused all of her Jedi power on a time drift and was pulled through (for more information on this see Changing History: Chapters 1 & 2). Earendil stumbled out into the year 2003 at the front doors to a school, in a small town called Rustburg, in the large state of Virginia, on a planet known as Earth, in the Milky Way galaxy.
Earendil waves to the secretary as she passes through the office and goes up another flight of stairs. A passing newby is caught tripping up the stairs while skipping class. Having gone up and down the same hall for fifteen minutes straight, he had no mind of watchful teachers on their planning period. Earendil slipped into the second classroom on the right and knocked out the unsuspecting civics teacher. Catching onto another time drift, Earendil was pulled back a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.. (it's always four dots after away if you haven't noticed.)
*Meanwhile, on Yavin..Anakin*
Relief..
...
..was something that was beyond Anakin's grasp. Nausea filled him with a sense of guilt. What had he done to deserve this? Whatever was happening to him, it hurt like hell. Rampaging turreks were parading on the inside of his head. His vision was blank as voices swam all around him. There was too much light, but voicing this complaint was near impossible with the vocal cords so tight on the inside of his throat.
Stop
The images scrolling on the inside of his eyelids won't stop. Flashes of death and pain, past and alternate futures flooded into his view. He wasn't seeing these things from his own point of view, but the feelings of guilt and regret were so real that they might as well have been his own.
Let go
I'll succumb to the darkness that has long since taken me. I'll block out the images that will haunt me for the rest of my days in this universe. Whoever is linking this bond will have to sever it before I go insane. Images of one village on a planet long since destroyed keeps repeating itself over and over again in my mind's eye. I think that maybe this is a clue to the mystery yet unsolved.
*Still floating around somewhere*
of blonde moments
Lyon banged his head against the control panel for the third time that night. He had let go of his emotions, which were strong enough to knock out a Hutt. Anakin would be out for days, since they were directly linked. He could be tracked if he wasn't careful, but the link he had created could not be destroyed until they were old enough to control the power that they contained.
Frustration
Lyon slammed his forehead down upon the control panel once more. If he was tracked, he could stay on the run forever. Eventually, he would have to turn around and face the ones who found him to be worthy enough prey. But this was neither the time nor the place for that kind of confrontation.
On the run
Lyon hit the hyperdrive that was set for another galaxy entirely. If he ran out of fuel, he could always work at a refueling company for a short while. It was not as if a stop at a smuggler's station would leave much of a trail if the Jedi didn't try any of their famous mind tricks..
Author's Notes: Guys? Hello? Anyone out there? I need a few more bounty hunters and maybe a host. Tell me what you think. Any suggestions for a bounty hunter prospect on this debate? Ja ne ~Insane Pineapple from Naboo
Fire's Passion: Chapter 3: Round 1
*Inside Taco Bell on Coruscant*
The host's booming voice echoed around the now silent backroom. Most bets had been placed, and the opponents stood facing each other with fierce determination. Skyla Doragono, Wingadodo, and Earendil stood glaring at Hoojo Vajac from across the platform. Hoojo Vajac just grinned back at them with a bounty hunter's confidence. The host beckoned the bodyguards forward to stand in between the adversaries. After what had happened last time, bodyguards were extremely necessary.
*Flashback*
The host ducked under his floating podium as blastor shots fired about the room. The Jedis had their lightsabers drawn as the citizens of Coruscant fired randomly at an imposing Jedi. Chairs went flying as the bets were called off due to an unfair match (aka, the Jedi's mind control ability).
*End Flashback*
The host shuddered. They did not need a repeat of last week's performance. They almost had to relocate due to the extensive damage. Only after paying for the damage with the Jedi's winnings were they allowed to come back. Of course, the Jedi weren't too happy about this (being an understatement), but they cooled off after the host had threatened to have them disqualified for the rest of the season.
"Welcome to the weekly debate. This week's match is the Jedi vs. the Bounty Hunters. Who will first representing the Jedi team?" After a few seconds, Earendil stepped forward. "Very well, Earendil. You may now begin," The host stated diplomatically as he hit the timer.
"The most efficient way to bore your enemy to tears is to do the following things." Earendil said as she focused all of her Jedi power on a time drift and was pulled through (for more information on this see Changing History: Chapters 1 & 2). Earendil stumbled out into the year 2003 at the front doors to a school, in a small town called Rustburg, in the large state of Virginia, on a planet known as Earth, in the Milky Way galaxy.
Earendil waves to the secretary as she passes through the office and goes up another flight of stairs. A passing newby is caught tripping up the stairs while skipping class. Having gone up and down the same hall for fifteen minutes straight, he had no mind of watchful teachers on their planning period. Earendil slipped into the second classroom on the right and knocked out the unsuspecting civics teacher. Catching onto another time drift, Earendil was pulled back a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.. (it's always four dots after away if you haven't noticed.)
*Meanwhile, on Yavin..Anakin*
Relief..
...
..was something that was beyond Anakin's grasp. Nausea filled him with a sense of guilt. What had he done to deserve this? Whatever was happening to him, it hurt like hell. Rampaging turreks were parading on the inside of his head. His vision was blank as voices swam all around him. There was too much light, but voicing this complaint was near impossible with the vocal cords so tight on the inside of his throat.
Stop
The images scrolling on the inside of his eyelids won't stop. Flashes of death and pain, past and alternate futures flooded into his view. He wasn't seeing these things from his own point of view, but the feelings of guilt and regret were so real that they might as well have been his own.
Let go
I'll succumb to the darkness that has long since taken me. I'll block out the images that will haunt me for the rest of my days in this universe. Whoever is linking this bond will have to sever it before I go insane. Images of one village on a planet long since destroyed keeps repeating itself over and over again in my mind's eye. I think that maybe this is a clue to the mystery yet unsolved.
*Still floating around somewhere*
of blonde moments
Lyon banged his head against the control panel for the third time that night. He had let go of his emotions, which were strong enough to knock out a Hutt. Anakin would be out for days, since they were directly linked. He could be tracked if he wasn't careful, but the link he had created could not be destroyed until they were old enough to control the power that they contained.
Frustration
Lyon slammed his forehead down upon the control panel once more. If he was tracked, he could stay on the run forever. Eventually, he would have to turn around and face the ones who found him to be worthy enough prey. But this was neither the time nor the place for that kind of confrontation.
On the run
Lyon hit the hyperdrive that was set for another galaxy entirely. If he ran out of fuel, he could always work at a refueling company for a short while. It was not as if a stop at a smuggler's station would leave much of a trail if the Jedi didn't try any of their famous mind tricks..
Author's Notes: Guys? Hello? Anyone out there? I need a few more bounty hunters and maybe a host. Tell me what you think. Any suggestions for a bounty hunter prospect on this debate? Ja ne ~Insane Pineapple from Naboo