Disclaimer: I don't own the GFFA people... AlisonSky and myself DO take
credit for Siei, Kathleen and Little Zeth. You can't have them... well,
not unless you ask nicely :)
Reviewer Notes:
Artemis 347 / Trickster Jaina Fel - a Tanaabian is someone from the planet Tanaab. Wes Janson of Rogue Squadron and the Tanaab Yellow Aces is from Tanaab, and thus Tanaabian....
Mariko Duknic - Stop cliffing? Heck no! It's my signature move ;)
smeagol's preciousss - *chuckle* do you? Hmmmmm
Jilly Bean - I think it's just that I'm not giving you enough at a time *chuckle* I'm trying! Being a mom and a writer isn't all that easy you know ;)
Katherine - *chuckle* you get really excitable, don't you? :) *G* here's more!
Lady Tenel Ka - *grin* quite interesting.... I could almost see your expressions! :)
Hidden Love : Chapter Four
By Raven Pan
What a wonderful day! After all this time, Luke had finally recognised his talent, and allowed him to take on the title of 'Master' for himself. Not only that, but to take on a Pilot Jedi Apprentice.
His own son was exceeding strong in the Force, unlike his daughter who was a veritable brick. The boy was too young to apprentice as yet, and he was uncomfortable with the thought of his son going to the Jedi Academy. So, his most wonderful wife kept the boy and his twin sister under reign in their small home on Tanaab, his wife's homeworld.
Few knew of his marital status. He had first met her while he was only just eighteen, only two years after his dance with the Dark Side. A group of pirates had kidnapped her while she was yet young, but she had finally gotten up the courage to try and escape. He recognised her Jedi potential, and convinced her to come to Yavin with him. Shortly, after a whirlwind courtship, the two ran off and secretly married. They set up a home on her homeworld. Nine months later, she gave birth to twins.
That was all several years ago, now; and he flew home with great haste to share his good news. When he arrived in system, he quickly sent an announcment out to them of his arrival, through the Force. He could tell the children were excited at his return, and that they immediately ran outside to watch for his X-wing to come into sight.
He began his descent into the atmosphere of Tanaab, so that he might land in front of his home, when he saw it. A great storm front was moving in over the area in which his small family called home. He sent them a quick, wordless warning through the Force. Urging his wife to get herself and the children to safety.
The storm, however, was moving with greater speed than he'd anticipated. He felt his wife's panicked determination as she tried to round up the twins to the storm cellar. He felt a bright flare in the Force as his young son attempted to use his considerable talent to protect his mother and sister.
Through the Force, he felt their fear... he felt their pain... he felt their deaths.
*
A wordless scream yet echoed in his quarters as he sat straight in his bed, breathing heavily as sweat damped his dark, silver streaked, hair to his forehead. As he realised it had been another memory-nightmare, he fell back onto his thin pallet, resting an arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling with piercing green eyes.
"I miss you, Siei. You, and the twins. Kathleen's bright laughter echoes in my ears tonight, and Little Zeth's michevious grin is bright in my mind...."
He got up and moved to look out the small porthole to the starscape beyond. He sighed. "How many years has it been, now? Thirteen? Fourteen? I've been fighting ever since then, you know. Siei, I took my apprentice and a group of pilots, and we went after Pirates and Spice runners. Just like you and I'd planned to do together, someday."
He brought a hand up to touch the cool transparisteel. "Now they're all dead, and I'm left fighting the Vong. I've been fighting these creatures straight from the begining, longer than anyone else in this galaxy."
His hand slid down, leaving a smudge on the pane. He reached out a hand, and called his lightsabre to it. He eyed it speculatively, thumbing the power switch and allowing the violet blade to cast light into the darkness. He switched it off and held it lightly in his hand as he regarded it morosely.
"I wonder if it's worth it, anymore," he whispered to the empty room.
"It is worth it, Kypster."
He blinked. That was a nickname only one person had ever called him. And the voice.... His lighsabre tore itself from his hand, waggled in the air tauntingly at him, then moved over toward his bed. He followed it with his eyes, and he turned to behold a faint apparition seated there. His lightsabre landed softly next to her. Typical, she was always trying to steal his lightsabre in life. It was eerie how the bed did not dimple with her phantom weight. "Siei?"
The image of the young woman smiled. "Kypster's a Master Jedi, though he's forgotten how to cry. Always following his heart, but never knows just where to start. He had better loyal be, to the living, not to me. He's Kypster... Kypster the mighty!" she sang.
The tune, come so far from his past. One she'd often used with made up lyrics to taunt him with. He smiled sadly, "It's been years. Why come and tease me now?"
"You looked too serious," she shrugged. "Besides, I can see what's happening, and I want to tell you... Don't feel all guilty."
He blinked dumbly.
"So, don't go falling on your lightsabre, or putting yourself through an airlock just yet. You've got a lot more people to save first."
"When did you get so smart?" he teased with a sad chuckle.
"I've always been the smarter one, Kypster," she grinned. Then she stood as though to leave. "Oh, and Love? Stop blaming yourself for everything."
He reached out a hand to her, but she simply winked and, shimmering, she faded from view.
"But, Siei!"
Her voice came to him one final time, teasing in it's ethereality - as though she were laughing at him. "Kypster the dummy, he's pretty funny. His head's getting rather thick, needs be hit with a clue stick...."
He stared at the empty space, mildly wondering if he'd finally lost his mind. He had heard Luke tell of seeing his old masters, and even his father, after they'd died - but they were all just that. Masters in the Force. Siei hadn't even been a fully trained Jedi when she'd died.
But, even if he was losing his mind, her presence had brought him a sense of peace. Of closure that he'd needed for over a decade.
He smiled slightly and whispered... "Thank you."
Reviewer Notes:
Artemis 347 / Trickster Jaina Fel - a Tanaabian is someone from the planet Tanaab. Wes Janson of Rogue Squadron and the Tanaab Yellow Aces is from Tanaab, and thus Tanaabian....
Mariko Duknic - Stop cliffing? Heck no! It's my signature move ;)
smeagol's preciousss - *chuckle* do you? Hmmmmm
Jilly Bean - I think it's just that I'm not giving you enough at a time *chuckle* I'm trying! Being a mom and a writer isn't all that easy you know ;)
Katherine - *chuckle* you get really excitable, don't you? :) *G* here's more!
Lady Tenel Ka - *grin* quite interesting.... I could almost see your expressions! :)
Hidden Love : Chapter Four
By Raven Pan
What a wonderful day! After all this time, Luke had finally recognised his talent, and allowed him to take on the title of 'Master' for himself. Not only that, but to take on a Pilot Jedi Apprentice.
His own son was exceeding strong in the Force, unlike his daughter who was a veritable brick. The boy was too young to apprentice as yet, and he was uncomfortable with the thought of his son going to the Jedi Academy. So, his most wonderful wife kept the boy and his twin sister under reign in their small home on Tanaab, his wife's homeworld.
Few knew of his marital status. He had first met her while he was only just eighteen, only two years after his dance with the Dark Side. A group of pirates had kidnapped her while she was yet young, but she had finally gotten up the courage to try and escape. He recognised her Jedi potential, and convinced her to come to Yavin with him. Shortly, after a whirlwind courtship, the two ran off and secretly married. They set up a home on her homeworld. Nine months later, she gave birth to twins.
That was all several years ago, now; and he flew home with great haste to share his good news. When he arrived in system, he quickly sent an announcment out to them of his arrival, through the Force. He could tell the children were excited at his return, and that they immediately ran outside to watch for his X-wing to come into sight.
He began his descent into the atmosphere of Tanaab, so that he might land in front of his home, when he saw it. A great storm front was moving in over the area in which his small family called home. He sent them a quick, wordless warning through the Force. Urging his wife to get herself and the children to safety.
The storm, however, was moving with greater speed than he'd anticipated. He felt his wife's panicked determination as she tried to round up the twins to the storm cellar. He felt a bright flare in the Force as his young son attempted to use his considerable talent to protect his mother and sister.
Through the Force, he felt their fear... he felt their pain... he felt their deaths.
*
A wordless scream yet echoed in his quarters as he sat straight in his bed, breathing heavily as sweat damped his dark, silver streaked, hair to his forehead. As he realised it had been another memory-nightmare, he fell back onto his thin pallet, resting an arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling with piercing green eyes.
"I miss you, Siei. You, and the twins. Kathleen's bright laughter echoes in my ears tonight, and Little Zeth's michevious grin is bright in my mind...."
He got up and moved to look out the small porthole to the starscape beyond. He sighed. "How many years has it been, now? Thirteen? Fourteen? I've been fighting ever since then, you know. Siei, I took my apprentice and a group of pilots, and we went after Pirates and Spice runners. Just like you and I'd planned to do together, someday."
He brought a hand up to touch the cool transparisteel. "Now they're all dead, and I'm left fighting the Vong. I've been fighting these creatures straight from the begining, longer than anyone else in this galaxy."
His hand slid down, leaving a smudge on the pane. He reached out a hand, and called his lightsabre to it. He eyed it speculatively, thumbing the power switch and allowing the violet blade to cast light into the darkness. He switched it off and held it lightly in his hand as he regarded it morosely.
"I wonder if it's worth it, anymore," he whispered to the empty room.
"It is worth it, Kypster."
He blinked. That was a nickname only one person had ever called him. And the voice.... His lighsabre tore itself from his hand, waggled in the air tauntingly at him, then moved over toward his bed. He followed it with his eyes, and he turned to behold a faint apparition seated there. His lightsabre landed softly next to her. Typical, she was always trying to steal his lightsabre in life. It was eerie how the bed did not dimple with her phantom weight. "Siei?"
The image of the young woman smiled. "Kypster's a Master Jedi, though he's forgotten how to cry. Always following his heart, but never knows just where to start. He had better loyal be, to the living, not to me. He's Kypster... Kypster the mighty!" she sang.
The tune, come so far from his past. One she'd often used with made up lyrics to taunt him with. He smiled sadly, "It's been years. Why come and tease me now?"
"You looked too serious," she shrugged. "Besides, I can see what's happening, and I want to tell you... Don't feel all guilty."
He blinked dumbly.
"So, don't go falling on your lightsabre, or putting yourself through an airlock just yet. You've got a lot more people to save first."
"When did you get so smart?" he teased with a sad chuckle.
"I've always been the smarter one, Kypster," she grinned. Then she stood as though to leave. "Oh, and Love? Stop blaming yourself for everything."
He reached out a hand to her, but she simply winked and, shimmering, she faded from view.
"But, Siei!"
Her voice came to him one final time, teasing in it's ethereality - as though she were laughing at him. "Kypster the dummy, he's pretty funny. His head's getting rather thick, needs be hit with a clue stick...."
He stared at the empty space, mildly wondering if he'd finally lost his mind. He had heard Luke tell of seeing his old masters, and even his father, after they'd died - but they were all just that. Masters in the Force. Siei hadn't even been a fully trained Jedi when she'd died.
But, even if he was losing his mind, her presence had brought him a sense of peace. Of closure that he'd needed for over a decade.
He smiled slightly and whispered... "Thank you."