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Reviewer Notes
Adam Lyons - Tense Moment? Me? C'mon, you should know me by now!
Flute Kahlan Solo Fel - Yes! Hah!
Yun-Solo - As you wish, Goddess
Artemis347 - They don't call me the "Elf Who Makes Vader Cry" for nothing! (If I was gonna do what I was thinking of doing, I'd do it in the evilest way possible)
twin03 - WHEE!!!!
Mattaliconn Nabon - Nifty site! I wish there was more there for me to see! I, myself, play Kyp (age 18) in an online RPG (along with other characters) (under the alias Shelonei)
Jaina Durron - Can he?
jaina - *bows*
Author's Note - Come on, People!!!! *sniffle* Review! :D
Author's Note 2 - To quote my friend Alisky - "That's why Lucas created bacta, people!"
Hidden Love : Chapter Six
By Raven Pan
"You PROMISED!" Jaina screamed at Kyp, as she saw his limp body fly away from the X-wing's debris. Anger flowed over her, drowning her in its embrace as she opened herself to all the Force would allow. She could feel the empty spots that were the skips, the emptiness projected by their dovin basals.
Jag's voice was ignored as she kept screaming, her anger at Kyps broken promise turning to anger at everything and anything. She reached out and turned the singularities on the skips, causing each one to be sucked into its own non-existance within a matter of moments. Annoyed with the sound of people questioning what was going on, she flicked off her comm, and flew toward the Jedi Master's floating body.
As she got nearer, her tears renewed in earnest, the sight of bits of metal piercing his body almost too much for her to bear. He was spiraling away into the void, but she would not allow it. She hoped, she prayed to any being out there who might listen, that there would be some way to save him.
Jaina brought her X-wing up beside him, and reminiscent of actions they had performed above Borleas, what seemed like centuries ago, she slowed his toppling, to the point where his body rested upon an s-foil, as though asleep.
*
Once again, Jag tried to put his arms around Jaina in comfourt. Once again she pushed him away and continued her pacing. "They've been in there for hours now!"
He stood, his hands at his sides as he regarded the distraught young woman before him. "Jaina, you should be glad he is even alive."
"Barely," she corrected with a snort on her way past.
He watched her pace back and forth across the room for the nth time. "Be that as it may, the surgeries he needs will likely take some time before they can even think of putting him into Bacta."
She stopped before she passed him again, regarding him with hurt eyes, "But I can't *feel him anymore, Jag. It's like he's not even there." With that admission, she burst into tears.
This time, when he put his arms around her, she didn't push him away. Rather, she collapsed against him as she cried. She didn't notice the hitch in the young man's heart as he rubbed her back. Sure, he knew she would be worried about Kyp, he'd been a friend and saviour to her. But this... he couldn't help but feel that it was the beginning of the end.
*
Jaina had fallen asleep in a chair of the waiting room when Jag recieved a comm call. His uncle was requesting that he come and report on his trip to Chiss space. Planting a small kiss on Jaina's forhead, he left her there.
A few minutes later, she awoke to find herself alone. She was about to panic, when she saw Sharr step into the medbay. He stood before her, regarding her silently. Finally, she spoke, "What is it?"
"Great one," he exaggerated a bow, "I was coming to see how you were holding up against your vassal's uncertain state."
She blinked.
"I wanted to see how you were doing, with Kyp in bacta."
"Oh."
"Not too well, I take it?"
"The doctors said they're not sure if he'll make it."
At that, Sharr sat down beside her, resting a hand on hers, "He will. He's too stubborn to do otherwise."
She smiled slightly, "Thanks."
After several long, silent minutes, in which Sharr got up and returned with caf for them both, Jaina spoke again. "He'd better make it."
Sharr said nothing.
"He has to, because I'm going to go get him some clothes for when he gets out of bacta, and they won't be of any use to him otherwise."
He stared after her in confusion as she nodded, tossed back the last of her caf like a shot of whisky, and stalked out of the room.
With a shake of his head, he sat back, "Women."
*
Jaina stepped into Kyp's quarters, for the first time actually taking in what they said about their occupant. The bed was neatly made, the small desk held a few holos on it, but other than that the room was very sparse. Like herself, he had a footlocker at the base of his bed, except... incongruous with the rest of the neatly kept space, there was a bit of crimson sticking out beneath the lid.
She tried to ignore the sirens call to investigate while she moved toward the dresser. It was beside the desk, and she couldn't help but note the holos there. One was of Kyp and her father, ages ago when they'd first met. The other was a candid picture taken, of a sleeping toddler girl on a younger Kyp's lap, the young man looking off at nothing. She could imagine Kyp's chagrin when the holo had been taken, but that he'd gotten a copy for himself showed a sweetness. There were other holos, ones of him with herself and her siblings, caught in games while they were yet very young.
She smiled softly, this was a side to Kyp nobody had seen. She wondered at the revelation as she moved to his dresser. "Hmmm, let's see..." she opened the top drawer to reveal undergarments and socks. With a giggle she pulled out a pair of boxers with moons and stars all over them. She grabbed a pair of socks and threw the two things on the bed, before heading to the lower drawers. She selected a green turtlenecked tunic, goes with his eyes, she thought to herself surprisingly, and a pair of black slacks. She folded them all together and moved to see if there was a bag she could put them in when her eyes caught the crimson cloth yet again.
It wouldn't hurt to take just a quick look... she thought to herself as she raised the lid of the footlocker. The crimson cloth belonged to a small dress, and she blinked at its presence. With a frown she looked to see a small red tunic, with a pair of black slacks, as well as a larger, brilliant blue, dress as might be worn by a full grown woman.
In her curiosity of the clothing, she had pushed aside the holo that lay atop them, but then turned to look at it. She forgot all else, as she took it, running to the only person she knew who might have an answer to her questions.
*
Jaina burst into the Skywalker's quarters without knocking. Ignoring the surprised look from her aunt, as well as the giggle from her cousin, she went straight to her source of information. "Who are these people, Uncle Luke?" she thrust the still-holo at him. "Tell me!"
A younger version of Kyp stood with his arm around a lovely brunette woman, she wore a dress of brilliant blue, that could only be the same found in the footlocker. Crystal eyes of the same hue shone happily, while a hand lay on the shoulder of a little girl in a red dress. The little girl had raven black locks, and eyes just as blue as the woman's, while the boy standing in a red tunic beside her had red-brown hair, and eyes of a piercing green.
Luke frowned and shot a glance at his wife, "Mara, could you..."
"I know I know, go see if Ben needs changing. Really, Farmboy, you need to learn that you can't be subtle with me." She winked at him, and breezed out of the room as though it had been her idea in the first place.
Jaina was still standing there, a ball of nervous fury, "Who are they?" she asked again.
Luke gently took the holo from her, and motioned for her to sit beside him on the sofa. "Where did you get this Jaina?" he asked as she complied.
"From Kyp's room."
"What were you doing in his room?"
"Getting him some clothes so he'll get out of bacta."
Luke chuckled at the logic. "I see."
"Uncle Luke," she began.
He looked up, "Yes?"
"Please tell me who those people are with Kyp... they look for all the galaxy like a family."
Lukes face betrayed sadness of knowledge long kept secret, "They were."
NOW REVIEW ALREADY! *GRIN*
Reviewer Notes
Adam Lyons - Tense Moment? Me? C'mon, you should know me by now!
Flute Kahlan Solo Fel - Yes! Hah!
Yun-Solo - As you wish, Goddess
Artemis347 - They don't call me the "Elf Who Makes Vader Cry" for nothing! (If I was gonna do what I was thinking of doing, I'd do it in the evilest way possible)
twin03 - WHEE!!!!
Mattaliconn Nabon - Nifty site! I wish there was more there for me to see! I, myself, play Kyp (age 18) in an online RPG (along with other characters) (under the alias Shelonei)
Jaina Durron - Can he?
jaina - *bows*
Author's Note - Come on, People!!!! *sniffle* Review! :D
Author's Note 2 - To quote my friend Alisky - "That's why Lucas created bacta, people!"
Hidden Love : Chapter Six
By Raven Pan
"You PROMISED!" Jaina screamed at Kyp, as she saw his limp body fly away from the X-wing's debris. Anger flowed over her, drowning her in its embrace as she opened herself to all the Force would allow. She could feel the empty spots that were the skips, the emptiness projected by their dovin basals.
Jag's voice was ignored as she kept screaming, her anger at Kyps broken promise turning to anger at everything and anything. She reached out and turned the singularities on the skips, causing each one to be sucked into its own non-existance within a matter of moments. Annoyed with the sound of people questioning what was going on, she flicked off her comm, and flew toward the Jedi Master's floating body.
As she got nearer, her tears renewed in earnest, the sight of bits of metal piercing his body almost too much for her to bear. He was spiraling away into the void, but she would not allow it. She hoped, she prayed to any being out there who might listen, that there would be some way to save him.
Jaina brought her X-wing up beside him, and reminiscent of actions they had performed above Borleas, what seemed like centuries ago, she slowed his toppling, to the point where his body rested upon an s-foil, as though asleep.
*
Once again, Jag tried to put his arms around Jaina in comfourt. Once again she pushed him away and continued her pacing. "They've been in there for hours now!"
He stood, his hands at his sides as he regarded the distraught young woman before him. "Jaina, you should be glad he is even alive."
"Barely," she corrected with a snort on her way past.
He watched her pace back and forth across the room for the nth time. "Be that as it may, the surgeries he needs will likely take some time before they can even think of putting him into Bacta."
She stopped before she passed him again, regarding him with hurt eyes, "But I can't *feel him anymore, Jag. It's like he's not even there." With that admission, she burst into tears.
This time, when he put his arms around her, she didn't push him away. Rather, she collapsed against him as she cried. She didn't notice the hitch in the young man's heart as he rubbed her back. Sure, he knew she would be worried about Kyp, he'd been a friend and saviour to her. But this... he couldn't help but feel that it was the beginning of the end.
*
Jaina had fallen asleep in a chair of the waiting room when Jag recieved a comm call. His uncle was requesting that he come and report on his trip to Chiss space. Planting a small kiss on Jaina's forhead, he left her there.
A few minutes later, she awoke to find herself alone. She was about to panic, when she saw Sharr step into the medbay. He stood before her, regarding her silently. Finally, she spoke, "What is it?"
"Great one," he exaggerated a bow, "I was coming to see how you were holding up against your vassal's uncertain state."
She blinked.
"I wanted to see how you were doing, with Kyp in bacta."
"Oh."
"Not too well, I take it?"
"The doctors said they're not sure if he'll make it."
At that, Sharr sat down beside her, resting a hand on hers, "He will. He's too stubborn to do otherwise."
She smiled slightly, "Thanks."
After several long, silent minutes, in which Sharr got up and returned with caf for them both, Jaina spoke again. "He'd better make it."
Sharr said nothing.
"He has to, because I'm going to go get him some clothes for when he gets out of bacta, and they won't be of any use to him otherwise."
He stared after her in confusion as she nodded, tossed back the last of her caf like a shot of whisky, and stalked out of the room.
With a shake of his head, he sat back, "Women."
*
Jaina stepped into Kyp's quarters, for the first time actually taking in what they said about their occupant. The bed was neatly made, the small desk held a few holos on it, but other than that the room was very sparse. Like herself, he had a footlocker at the base of his bed, except... incongruous with the rest of the neatly kept space, there was a bit of crimson sticking out beneath the lid.
She tried to ignore the sirens call to investigate while she moved toward the dresser. It was beside the desk, and she couldn't help but note the holos there. One was of Kyp and her father, ages ago when they'd first met. The other was a candid picture taken, of a sleeping toddler girl on a younger Kyp's lap, the young man looking off at nothing. She could imagine Kyp's chagrin when the holo had been taken, but that he'd gotten a copy for himself showed a sweetness. There were other holos, ones of him with herself and her siblings, caught in games while they were yet very young.
She smiled softly, this was a side to Kyp nobody had seen. She wondered at the revelation as she moved to his dresser. "Hmmm, let's see..." she opened the top drawer to reveal undergarments and socks. With a giggle she pulled out a pair of boxers with moons and stars all over them. She grabbed a pair of socks and threw the two things on the bed, before heading to the lower drawers. She selected a green turtlenecked tunic, goes with his eyes, she thought to herself surprisingly, and a pair of black slacks. She folded them all together and moved to see if there was a bag she could put them in when her eyes caught the crimson cloth yet again.
It wouldn't hurt to take just a quick look... she thought to herself as she raised the lid of the footlocker. The crimson cloth belonged to a small dress, and she blinked at its presence. With a frown she looked to see a small red tunic, with a pair of black slacks, as well as a larger, brilliant blue, dress as might be worn by a full grown woman.
In her curiosity of the clothing, she had pushed aside the holo that lay atop them, but then turned to look at it. She forgot all else, as she took it, running to the only person she knew who might have an answer to her questions.
*
Jaina burst into the Skywalker's quarters without knocking. Ignoring the surprised look from her aunt, as well as the giggle from her cousin, she went straight to her source of information. "Who are these people, Uncle Luke?" she thrust the still-holo at him. "Tell me!"
A younger version of Kyp stood with his arm around a lovely brunette woman, she wore a dress of brilliant blue, that could only be the same found in the footlocker. Crystal eyes of the same hue shone happily, while a hand lay on the shoulder of a little girl in a red dress. The little girl had raven black locks, and eyes just as blue as the woman's, while the boy standing in a red tunic beside her had red-brown hair, and eyes of a piercing green.
Luke frowned and shot a glance at his wife, "Mara, could you..."
"I know I know, go see if Ben needs changing. Really, Farmboy, you need to learn that you can't be subtle with me." She winked at him, and breezed out of the room as though it had been her idea in the first place.
Jaina was still standing there, a ball of nervous fury, "Who are they?" she asked again.
Luke gently took the holo from her, and motioned for her to sit beside him on the sofa. "Where did you get this Jaina?" he asked as she complied.
"From Kyp's room."
"What were you doing in his room?"
"Getting him some clothes so he'll get out of bacta."
Luke chuckled at the logic. "I see."
"Uncle Luke," she began.
He looked up, "Yes?"
"Please tell me who those people are with Kyp... they look for all the galaxy like a family."
Lukes face betrayed sadness of knowledge long kept secret, "They were."
NOW REVIEW ALREADY! *GRIN*