JediKnightBalthsar - I e-mailed you with what Tschüxani means, hope that
helps. Now as for the message, I suggest you go and read JA #11(? I think
that was the number) 'The Deadly Hunter' and everything will be clear. ; )
But I explain it in this a bit in case you don't have time to read a whole
book before perusing my tidbit. ; )
Liyanette - To be honest, I tend to like this story more that the other, and I hope that reflects. Because I'm putting a bit more effort into char development in this. Just wait and see but always tell me what you think.
Anyway, here you go folks...
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"I don't get it. What's Reesa On?" Anakin asked disgustedly. They had been sent half-way across the galaxy for two words! He just couldn't believe it.
Picking up on the boy's contempt, MysAri quickly admonished his behavior. "Anakin, please, there's something deeper to this than we realize." She said sharply. Turning her attention to the disturbed Knight she asked gently, "What is it Tschüxani? What does it mean?"
After a moment Obi-Wan returned to the world around him. "It's a taunt. It means 'catch me' in a dialect on Sorrus." He paused in his explanation since he did not know where to begin.
"Catch me, eh? Sounds like a game of some kind. But who would want to play a game?" MysAri pondered.
"A bounty hunter named Ona Nobis." Obi-Wan informed. "She had taken Reesa On as an alias years ago."
"I still don't see how this all fits. I'm not looking for a bounty hunter." The female Jedi crossed her arms and the Padawan glanced between the two Masters.
"She wants revenge." He said vacantly.
Startled Mys blurted out, "From me? Why? I've never heard of her before today."
"No, not you. She wants revenge on me." Obi-Wan clarified.
"You?" Judging by the expression on his face she could see the long story that was coming. "This is going to take a while. I'm going to make some tea." She made her way to the little kitchenette that adjoined the communal room. After she placed a teapot on a heat source, she leaned against the counter dividing the rooms. "So, what happened?"
"It was so long ago. Qui-Gon wanted to introduce me to Didi Odo, so we went to Didi's Café. He asked for our help in stopping a Bounty Hunter from targeting him. That was our first run in with Ona Nobis. We had found the hotel she was staying at, under the alias of Reesa On. She was a formidable foe." Obi-Wan recounted. A high pitched whistle alerted them that the water was ready. MysAri removed the pot from the heat source and found some mugs.
She began to prepare the drinks, having looked in on the informant recently she prompted, "Obviously, you stopped her. But I still don't see how this all ties in. Did you find out why she was after Didi?" Pouring the drinks she was only half listening to him when she felt a sharp spasm in her wrist.
"Yes, she was working for Jenna Zan Arbor." He was about to continue, when a shattering cup interrupted. Suddenly alert, he felt the lingering pangs of pain emanating from his friend. Rushing to her side, he found her nursing her wrist. "What is it? What's wrong?" He held her shoulders and urged her to look at him. As MysAri lifted her eyes, he could see the light emerald colour had become almost black.
"It's nothing," she dismissed. Raising a shaky hand to her forehead she tried to banish his worry. "I'm just - tired, I guess." Feeling a throbbing ache start in her knees, she clutched at his robes for balance. "Maybe, I should sit down for a moment." Remarking weakly, MysAri tried to leave his grasp.
Obi-Wan refused to let her go, and guided her to a chair. He devoted his attention to his friend and watched her movements. She seems so stiff. And the odd pain. She's not telling me something. That's when he noticed how drawn her face appeared, like it had been dealing with an age-old discomfort. Ultimately, pieces began to fall into place. "Mys, What is your mission?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." MysAri evaded his question. For some reason she didn't want to worry him, and telling him why she was here, she knew would. She offered a half-smile.
Obi-Wan clasped her hands in his and knelt down in front of her. "Please, tell me." His sea change eyes begged her. She averted his gaze and twitched her fingers since she could not play with her hands. He knew that nervous gesture and it made him more determined to find out why she was here. "Please." He said it only slightly above a whisper.
Her shoulders sagged, as she knew there would be no getting out of this. "I'm looking for a cure." She reclined further back into the chair and the weariness seemed to overtake her body.
"A cure for what?" Urgency pulled at him to uncover this mission.
"A very rare disease. So rare, there is no name for it." She offered hoping it would suffice. Inwardly, she knew he would not desist until he heard what she was so reluctant to volunteer.
"Why?" Obi-Wan only asked because he wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. Needed to understand what was happening. And hoping what she said next would dispel his fears.
After a long pause, she sighed, closed her eyes not wanting to see his reaction, and then admitted, "Because /I/ need it."
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Review Feedback Criticism Comment Reaction Response Opinion
What ever you want to call it, please, please, please, do it. I want it all!! : D
Liyanette - To be honest, I tend to like this story more that the other, and I hope that reflects. Because I'm putting a bit more effort into char development in this. Just wait and see but always tell me what you think.
Anyway, here you go folks...
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"I don't get it. What's Reesa On?" Anakin asked disgustedly. They had been sent half-way across the galaxy for two words! He just couldn't believe it.
Picking up on the boy's contempt, MysAri quickly admonished his behavior. "Anakin, please, there's something deeper to this than we realize." She said sharply. Turning her attention to the disturbed Knight she asked gently, "What is it Tschüxani? What does it mean?"
After a moment Obi-Wan returned to the world around him. "It's a taunt. It means 'catch me' in a dialect on Sorrus." He paused in his explanation since he did not know where to begin.
"Catch me, eh? Sounds like a game of some kind. But who would want to play a game?" MysAri pondered.
"A bounty hunter named Ona Nobis." Obi-Wan informed. "She had taken Reesa On as an alias years ago."
"I still don't see how this all fits. I'm not looking for a bounty hunter." The female Jedi crossed her arms and the Padawan glanced between the two Masters.
"She wants revenge." He said vacantly.
Startled Mys blurted out, "From me? Why? I've never heard of her before today."
"No, not you. She wants revenge on me." Obi-Wan clarified.
"You?" Judging by the expression on his face she could see the long story that was coming. "This is going to take a while. I'm going to make some tea." She made her way to the little kitchenette that adjoined the communal room. After she placed a teapot on a heat source, she leaned against the counter dividing the rooms. "So, what happened?"
"It was so long ago. Qui-Gon wanted to introduce me to Didi Odo, so we went to Didi's Café. He asked for our help in stopping a Bounty Hunter from targeting him. That was our first run in with Ona Nobis. We had found the hotel she was staying at, under the alias of Reesa On. She was a formidable foe." Obi-Wan recounted. A high pitched whistle alerted them that the water was ready. MysAri removed the pot from the heat source and found some mugs.
She began to prepare the drinks, having looked in on the informant recently she prompted, "Obviously, you stopped her. But I still don't see how this all ties in. Did you find out why she was after Didi?" Pouring the drinks she was only half listening to him when she felt a sharp spasm in her wrist.
"Yes, she was working for Jenna Zan Arbor." He was about to continue, when a shattering cup interrupted. Suddenly alert, he felt the lingering pangs of pain emanating from his friend. Rushing to her side, he found her nursing her wrist. "What is it? What's wrong?" He held her shoulders and urged her to look at him. As MysAri lifted her eyes, he could see the light emerald colour had become almost black.
"It's nothing," she dismissed. Raising a shaky hand to her forehead she tried to banish his worry. "I'm just - tired, I guess." Feeling a throbbing ache start in her knees, she clutched at his robes for balance. "Maybe, I should sit down for a moment." Remarking weakly, MysAri tried to leave his grasp.
Obi-Wan refused to let her go, and guided her to a chair. He devoted his attention to his friend and watched her movements. She seems so stiff. And the odd pain. She's not telling me something. That's when he noticed how drawn her face appeared, like it had been dealing with an age-old discomfort. Ultimately, pieces began to fall into place. "Mys, What is your mission?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." MysAri evaded his question. For some reason she didn't want to worry him, and telling him why she was here, she knew would. She offered a half-smile.
Obi-Wan clasped her hands in his and knelt down in front of her. "Please, tell me." His sea change eyes begged her. She averted his gaze and twitched her fingers since she could not play with her hands. He knew that nervous gesture and it made him more determined to find out why she was here. "Please." He said it only slightly above a whisper.
Her shoulders sagged, as she knew there would be no getting out of this. "I'm looking for a cure." She reclined further back into the chair and the weariness seemed to overtake her body.
"A cure for what?" Urgency pulled at him to uncover this mission.
"A very rare disease. So rare, there is no name for it." She offered hoping it would suffice. Inwardly, she knew he would not desist until he heard what she was so reluctant to volunteer.
"Why?" Obi-Wan only asked because he wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. Needed to understand what was happening. And hoping what she said next would dispel his fears.
After a long pause, she sighed, closed her eyes not wanting to see his reaction, and then admitted, "Because /I/ need it."
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Review Feedback Criticism Comment Reaction Response Opinion
What ever you want to call it, please, please, please, do it. I want it all!! : D