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Title: 6 A.D.
Chapter 2: Teetering
Author: EC-Chan
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Disclaimer: Own Star Wars I do not.
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AN: Just to randomly explain the title as well as an important point this story takes place 6 years after the Emperor's death- I'm studying colanders in Latin right now and randomly decided that in the actual Galaxy they might keep track of their "new age" that way *shrugs* I was being random; And it's better then the other titles that I had come up with ^^;
I just looked it up (holds up Vector Prime- I'm glad he added the stupid timeline thing now ^^;) and Leia and Han are married at this time and the twins are three years old..and this is a bunch of random info that you'll find out in the next couple chappies anyway; But there's the time period in case you cared ^^;
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A thin line, the nothingness of air on both sides: to fall meant to drop for an oblivion, to walk meant pain and suffering and who knew what laid on the other side. Which was better? The unknown in front or the easing lazy painless drifting the abyss promised her?
"Ma'am!" A thin hand reached out to her, but she shrunk back into the shadows, blinking herself back to her dark reality. Or what she thought was reality.. A grungy alleyway replacing what had used to be an even dirtier cell, soiled flags that once bore the planet's mural replaced chains. The empty loneliness of solitude was exchanged for the hustle and bustle of dirty smelly creatures that could more then possibly be worse off then she.
She still saw herself in that cell, could still see the blinding light. But now there were flitting memories of colorful times that she didn't dare believe were true. Everything around her was a haze. It all ran together like thick rain on a dark bleary day. She could only make out so much...
"Ma'am!" It was the same voice again, shaking her gently now. She blinked up at the boy, surprised to find that she had not moved away from him after all. Ma'am? The word rolled in her head heavily- she didn't quite understand it, but his insistent hand guided her to her feet.
Without even realizing it, she found herself being led down the street and into a half rotted door. The boy urged her to sit down and she did so without much thought. She eyed the man sitting across from her without fear- something about his presence soothed her battered soul. She found herself staring into his pale blue eyes, memorizing every curve of his face..something about him made her heart beat strong again- and she somehow knew that life was once more worth living.
She took a shaky step on the thin line, he was staring at her, calling her. The air around her didn't feel quite as pitiless. One step. Another. He smiled now, held out his hand, beaconing her. Only it wasn't the man who sat in front of her anymore. She stopped, frowning. He was different..older..but his presence held her, guided her. Once more she stepped towards him.
"Ma'am," It was the man now speaking, not the boy. He was gazing at her curiously, and she blinked stupidly at him. That word again. She wondered- could it perhaps be what they called her? But she couldn't be sure.
The boy frowned, "This is the one right? I found her for you- are you going to pay me?"
The man held out his right hand towards the boy in a calming motion and picked up a strange looking devise [1] in his other. In an arc like motion he scanned her, nodding once at a halo of light and then turned back to the boy.
"You've done well, how much did we agree on?"
"50," The boy said, his face so controlled he looked like an animal about to jump on his prey if it made one false move.
The man smiled, "50 credits it is then," counted them out and handed them to the boy, who got up and practically ran away, the money clutched tightly to his chest. She watched him in confusion, wondering why he was leaving her here with this man...this strange clean man.
Now he turned his smile to her, holding out his hand, "I can only promise you that I'll do everything in my power to try to heal your mind, but will you come with me anyway?"
She didn't understand him, but something in his voice led her to take that offered hand and he gently pulled her to her feet, smiling gently at her. She allowed him to whisk her away to an unknown destination, content that he was somehow tied into whatever would become of her. Or perhaps it was simply that she wasn't capable of doing much of anything to resist him at the moment.
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[1]- The "device" is what they used when they found the Jedi Search series. It's supposedly what the Sith used to tell if you had Force sense or not- you scan the person and if a halo of light appears around them then they do. Padme789 assures me that Padme DOES have Force sense and although I'm too lazy to go find that out for myself, I'm assuming she's right in this fic at least. ^^; Well in practically all my SW fics, but that's beyond the point;
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Thanks:
Princess-Kinky, Renee (u have good "feelings" ^^;), PrincessSkywalkerOrgana, Anonym, Lanna, jedi7, Haunted, smeagol's preciousss, vader_girl05@hotmail.com, Angel of the Moons Of Iego, Kazzy, Q&R, LadyZ, Alyx Bradford, Leap of fate, Jaina (Yes ^^; U're on here too!), and aninonymous (who holds a special place in my heart for being the first reviewer ;p)
for reviewing- I love you guys!!! ^^; You were all very helpful and answered my questions, I'm still not sure if I'm going to have Darthy in it yet, but if I do it's going to be because I randomly found a way to make his survival work; If anyone has a suggestion on that I'd be more then happy to listen ^^; Thanks for reading and REVIEWING!!!!
The Anakin's ghost helping Padme thing is a really really good idea ^^; At this point I'll probably use it, thank you- the Anonym and Princess-Kinky ^^;
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Random Notes:
I will update this ficcy every Friday or Saturday ^^:
Any and all comments are, as always, greatly appreciated ^__^
Also: I'm looking for a beta reader for this ficcy, so if someone's willing please email me: darthyschosen@aol.com. Thank you ^^;
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Title: 6 A.D.
Chapter 2: Teetering
Author: EC-Chan
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Disclaimer: Own Star Wars I do not.
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AN: Just to randomly explain the title as well as an important point this story takes place 6 years after the Emperor's death- I'm studying colanders in Latin right now and randomly decided that in the actual Galaxy they might keep track of their "new age" that way *shrugs* I was being random; And it's better then the other titles that I had come up with ^^;
I just looked it up (holds up Vector Prime- I'm glad he added the stupid timeline thing now ^^;) and Leia and Han are married at this time and the twins are three years old..and this is a bunch of random info that you'll find out in the next couple chappies anyway; But there's the time period in case you cared ^^;
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A thin line, the nothingness of air on both sides: to fall meant to drop for an oblivion, to walk meant pain and suffering and who knew what laid on the other side. Which was better? The unknown in front or the easing lazy painless drifting the abyss promised her?
"Ma'am!" A thin hand reached out to her, but she shrunk back into the shadows, blinking herself back to her dark reality. Or what she thought was reality.. A grungy alleyway replacing what had used to be an even dirtier cell, soiled flags that once bore the planet's mural replaced chains. The empty loneliness of solitude was exchanged for the hustle and bustle of dirty smelly creatures that could more then possibly be worse off then she.
She still saw herself in that cell, could still see the blinding light. But now there were flitting memories of colorful times that she didn't dare believe were true. Everything around her was a haze. It all ran together like thick rain on a dark bleary day. She could only make out so much...
"Ma'am!" It was the same voice again, shaking her gently now. She blinked up at the boy, surprised to find that she had not moved away from him after all. Ma'am? The word rolled in her head heavily- she didn't quite understand it, but his insistent hand guided her to her feet.
Without even realizing it, she found herself being led down the street and into a half rotted door. The boy urged her to sit down and she did so without much thought. She eyed the man sitting across from her without fear- something about his presence soothed her battered soul. She found herself staring into his pale blue eyes, memorizing every curve of his face..something about him made her heart beat strong again- and she somehow knew that life was once more worth living.
She took a shaky step on the thin line, he was staring at her, calling her. The air around her didn't feel quite as pitiless. One step. Another. He smiled now, held out his hand, beaconing her. Only it wasn't the man who sat in front of her anymore. She stopped, frowning. He was different..older..but his presence held her, guided her. Once more she stepped towards him.
"Ma'am," It was the man now speaking, not the boy. He was gazing at her curiously, and she blinked stupidly at him. That word again. She wondered- could it perhaps be what they called her? But she couldn't be sure.
The boy frowned, "This is the one right? I found her for you- are you going to pay me?"
The man held out his right hand towards the boy in a calming motion and picked up a strange looking devise [1] in his other. In an arc like motion he scanned her, nodding once at a halo of light and then turned back to the boy.
"You've done well, how much did we agree on?"
"50," The boy said, his face so controlled he looked like an animal about to jump on his prey if it made one false move.
The man smiled, "50 credits it is then," counted them out and handed them to the boy, who got up and practically ran away, the money clutched tightly to his chest. She watched him in confusion, wondering why he was leaving her here with this man...this strange clean man.
Now he turned his smile to her, holding out his hand, "I can only promise you that I'll do everything in my power to try to heal your mind, but will you come with me anyway?"
She didn't understand him, but something in his voice led her to take that offered hand and he gently pulled her to her feet, smiling gently at her. She allowed him to whisk her away to an unknown destination, content that he was somehow tied into whatever would become of her. Or perhaps it was simply that she wasn't capable of doing much of anything to resist him at the moment.
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[1]- The "device" is what they used when they found the Jedi Search series. It's supposedly what the Sith used to tell if you had Force sense or not- you scan the person and if a halo of light appears around them then they do. Padme789 assures me that Padme DOES have Force sense and although I'm too lazy to go find that out for myself, I'm assuming she's right in this fic at least. ^^; Well in practically all my SW fics, but that's beyond the point;
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Thanks:
Princess-Kinky, Renee (u have good "feelings" ^^;), PrincessSkywalkerOrgana, Anonym, Lanna, jedi7, Haunted, smeagol's preciousss, vader_girl05@hotmail.com, Angel of the Moons Of Iego, Kazzy, Q&R, LadyZ, Alyx Bradford, Leap of fate, Jaina (Yes ^^; U're on here too!), and aninonymous (who holds a special place in my heart for being the first reviewer ;p)
for reviewing- I love you guys!!! ^^; You were all very helpful and answered my questions, I'm still not sure if I'm going to have Darthy in it yet, but if I do it's going to be because I randomly found a way to make his survival work; If anyone has a suggestion on that I'd be more then happy to listen ^^; Thanks for reading and REVIEWING!!!!
The Anakin's ghost helping Padme thing is a really really good idea ^^; At this point I'll probably use it, thank you- the Anonym and Princess-Kinky ^^;
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Random Notes:
I will update this ficcy every Friday or Saturday ^^:
Any and all comments are, as always, greatly appreciated ^__^
Also: I'm looking for a beta reader for this ficcy, so if someone's willing please email me: darthyschosen@aol.com. Thank you ^^;
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