Hey everybody! I know this post is really short, I'll try to update again
as soon as possible. I have a pretty good idea for the next chapter, just
gotta tinker it up a bit.
Oh and yes, Skywalker-Blue, at the jc boards my alter ego is Mystic_Ally, or at least until my evil twin discovers it (YIKES!) :P I got all 3 of my stories at both places, and update at the same time (okay, okay, maybe 5 minutes apart) I would like to have a beta, but darth life makes writing and reediting a story a bit much, though that might change during the summer :D
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Well, to be more accurate, while Nikki stepped inside the training room cautiously, still shaken by Vader's little mystical act, Rogi strolled in.
"So, we gonna learn to use the force? Can we turn into someone else like you?"
"I did not turn into Lt. Rurn. I projected his image and shielded my force- signature."
"Are we gonna learn that now?"
Nikki watched carefully as Vader went to one of the wooden shelves and pulled out a circular device. Then, to her surprise, he walked back towards the door where she was. When he was 2 feet away from here, face-plate inscribed with some ancient writing so close, he held out his gloved hand with the gadget to her. She carefully took it, the leather feeling like some sort of fire, an acid.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Nikki, startled, jutted her chin to the face mask.
"What?"
A mechanical sigh sounded.
"I said, that you are to take this timer and run 3 times around the ship while timing how long it takes for you to complete each lap."
Nikki blinked. What is this?
"But I thought you were training us! Shouldn't we be learning how to use weapons, and the force, and espionage, and learn maybe even how to be a spy."
Vader crossed his arms. It was going to be a long day.
"Hhhm. I don't know very many spies that can run hardly 100 feet without panting."
He had point there, but still.
"Well, what about Rogi? Is he running?"
"I believe I told 'you' to run."
"I believe you haven't." Nikki stopped short. That was suicide. Frustration seemed to prick and poke at her skin and temper. She threw an exasperated arm to the uncontrollably smiling boy.
"What does he get to do?"
"Fine! I'll run! I'll run!" With a crazy, exaggerated face glued on the Sith lord,
"Look, I'm running, are you happy?"
Oh and yes, Skywalker-Blue, at the jc boards my alter ego is Mystic_Ally, or at least until my evil twin discovers it (YIKES!) :P I got all 3 of my stories at both places, and update at the same time (okay, okay, maybe 5 minutes apart) I would like to have a beta, but darth life makes writing and reediting a story a bit much, though that might change during the summer :D
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Well, to be more accurate, while Nikki stepped inside the training room cautiously, still shaken by Vader's little mystical act, Rogi strolled in.
"So, we gonna learn to use the force? Can we turn into someone else like you?"
"I did not turn into Lt. Rurn. I projected his image and shielded my force- signature."
"Are we gonna learn that now?"
Nikki watched carefully as Vader went to one of the wooden shelves and pulled out a circular device. Then, to her surprise, he walked back towards the door where she was. When he was 2 feet away from here, face-plate inscribed with some ancient writing so close, he held out his gloved hand with the gadget to her. She carefully took it, the leather feeling like some sort of fire, an acid.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Nikki, startled, jutted her chin to the face mask.
"What?"
A mechanical sigh sounded.
"I said, that you are to take this timer and run 3 times around the ship while timing how long it takes for you to complete each lap."
Nikki blinked. What is this?
"But I thought you were training us! Shouldn't we be learning how to use weapons, and the force, and espionage, and learn maybe even how to be a spy."
Vader crossed his arms. It was going to be a long day.
"Hhhm. I don't know very many spies that can run hardly 100 feet without panting."
He had point there, but still.
"Well, what about Rogi? Is he running?"
"I believe I told 'you' to run."
"I believe you haven't." Nikki stopped short. That was suicide. Frustration seemed to prick and poke at her skin and temper. She threw an exasperated arm to the uncontrollably smiling boy.
"What does he get to do?"
"Fine! I'll run! I'll run!" With a crazy, exaggerated face glued on the Sith lord,
"Look, I'm running, are you happy?"