Roz
Hey dude! U've been pushin me for a while so i finally started writin sw stuff again.
is stunned It's… It's… It's the Goddess!! And she's on MY fic!!! happy squeal bows down
gritted teeth and i am not a goddess, get up off ur knees!
You are too a goddess!! is stubborn hops up What ever you say!! You're the Goddess!! ;-)
ur writin is just as good, ifnot better. so yeah, just lettin u know that i got kinda a new sw fic up...its going slowly though, sorry...
My writing doesn't even COMPARE with yours, hun. ;-) I've checked. REALLY!? is sooo behind Right! I'm on it!! scampers off
hey, all ur stories are completely AU with all OC characters, nice goin! I find that pretty hard to do! congratulations! keep writing dudette!
The opposite is true for me – I can barely manage to keep the Cannon kiddies going. Only reason it's working is 'cause they'll be AU versions of them. :-P
Björn
This is awesome. Please keep writing!
turns bright red Aww, thanks!! I am, trust me. I am.
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Chapter Seventeen
The Bith jerked the small girl's arm painfully. So you thought you could run away from us, eh? Who helped you? Who?
"Ow…" Eire whimpered, her eyes dissolving into a pain-filled blue grey as the shorter of her two owners attempted to make a scrawny knot out of her delicate arm.
It was the street brat wasn't it? Jo, I think you called him? Well, Sqerrum? Was it? The Abyssian hissed angrily. Bah, it doesn't matter. You'll get the bacta treatment – just as soon as we unload the dame.
Eire felt her ears almost visibly prick up at this. Her master's had found a new victim? Who? Where had they found The Dame? What was a dame, anyways? Her line of thought irked her and she tried to be invisible. Invisible. Keeping her head down, she began to hum the tune of the highly popular song "Invisible" softly under her breath. A sudden crash from her left had her jumping into the air, her pale green eyes wide as her heart thundered to a tempo that made her lightheaded.
The Bith snarled a curse and wheeled off to check on the damage while the Abyssian backhanded Eire, sending her flying backwards into the fired clay wall. Her skull bounced against the rock hard surface and her teeth rattled in her head as sparks flew in front of her eyes.
The Abyssian's eye narrowed as he glared at her. You had better not be too badly damaged…
Eire's ten-year-old protector tightened her hands into fists. "Well, if you wouldn't throw her up against walls, she wouldn't be damaged!" she fairly snarled, her pale brown eyes snapping with fury. A slight vibration against the bottom of her rib cage had the tall girl doubled over with suppressed giggles as she pulled out the tiny commlink and held it to her ear. "Yeah?"
"Mum and Dad just realized you were gone. What's the cover story?"
"I had to go do something."
"That's not going to cut it with them, Aliané," her older brother said warningly. "They aren't that dumb."
"So says you," she retorted, then sighed. "Jer, I know… But Eire needs me right now! Cyclops just threw her into a wall, and before that, Yoda-bug tried to turn her arm into a pretzel!" Aliané said dramatically, waving one arm in the air.
Her brother laughed, and suddenly choked as a rush of air signaled her that something was wrong. "Aliané Chaeli Joran! Where in the name of the Force are you?" Her mother's voice came over loud and clear, irate too now that you mention it.
Aliané froze, her dark brown curls swaying gently in the breeze as her mind tried to rationalize the theory that if she didn't move, her mother wouldn't know it was her.
"Aliané, I will say this once, and once only. Get yourself home this second."
"Mum I can't!" she burst out, frightened by the biting edge in her mother's voice. "Eire needs me!"
"Eire? Is Eire the boy you keep sneaking out to see?"
"No," Aliané said both firmly and truthfully. Well, it is the truth. Eire is not a boy I keep sneaking off to see… She's a girl…Not that it would matter to Mum…
Her mother sighed exasperatedly, "Fine. I want you home in an hour though. Do not be late."
"I'll do my best."
"Oh, please do." The connection snapped shut and Aliané jumped slightly.
"Oh boy…" She sighed. "This is just great."
Some forty-seven kilometers away, Jerrick Iedor Joran was hurriedly working on a surprise for his sister, Aliané, or Jo as she sometimes preferred to be called. His black hair had the distracting habit of falling in front of his eyes. He wished, not for the last time, that he could cut his hair which fell almost to his shoulders. Jer sighed and shrugged his thin shoulders; Mum would have a conniption fit if he cut it. His dark brown eyes sparkled with merriment as he pictured the look on her face should his hair ever be as short as he wished it to be. Leaning back in his chair, he stretched his long legs encased in black trousers that were growing too short for his lanky form. Reaching his arms up, he extended his hands like he wanted to touch the ceiling. The hem of his pale blue Armorweave shirt rose a few inches and he made a mental note to have new clothes fitted to him. Straining his ears, he realized his mother was currently not on the third floor. Quickly standing up, he padded barefoot over to a small box he kept by his bed and opened it swiftly. Reaching one arm back, he slid a small datapad out of its holder on the small of his spine and into the box, which he then locked with cold precision. With a grin Jer ran his hands through his ebony strands and sauntered smugly back to his desk. He was almost done with the survey when his mother came into his room. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and he knew she was here to quiz him on the whereabouts of Aliané and who his little sister was with. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he kept his head down and completed the rest of the questions, then closed the message and prepared to send it off.
"What is that?" Choen Joran asked her eleven year old son.
"It's a survey to enter the 'Spend A Week With Garik' contest drawing. I figured if I won, I could take Aliané with me." Jer entered in the password to his account and sent the holo message off, then sighed. He was dead meat…
"Ah. Very well." his mother's voice hardened. "Now, tell me who Eire is, where your sister is, and why you were helping her." The worry in his mother's eyes was almost his undoing. Holding his resolve firm, he shook his head.
"Sorry Mum, I can't," Jer said, staring off at nothing as he moved over to his bed and slumped down on top of the Ramordian Silk comforter.
"Jerrick Iedor Joran," his mother ranted, "you will tell me everything you know, this minute!!"
Jer shot up and gave his mother a pleading look. "Mum, I promised Jo I wouldn't!"
"And don't call her 'Jo'. That is a male name and I will not permit Aliané to make such a horrid mistake."
"She likes to be called Jo."
"I said I forbid it."
Jer sighed, wishing for the hundredth time that he knew where Aliané was. Is Eire really worth it? he asked his sister silently. He knew what her answer would be.
Yes.
Jer sighed again and set about to reason with his mother.
Booster Terrik was furious. He only had fourteen hundred credits so far and he'd already been on Merisee for two standard hours! Oh, yeah, and Mirax had been kidnapped. As far as he was concerned, the whole bloody galaxy was out for his head. His red cybernetic eye swept around the room, showing up flat on the walls, glossing on curls, flat on the wall again – wait. Curls? Booster swung his eyes back to the small woman and he stared intently for a few moments. She was lithely built, and rather short. Her dark brown hair was swept up into a ponytail with masses of Zenji needles stabbed through the base of it while the rest of her curling locks hung freely down to nearly the small of her back. She was wearing a pale blue-grey sleeveless tunic made from Armorweave that fell almost to her knees and was buckled at the waist with a wide belt. Her boots were black and glossy; her legs were encased by a pair of pants made from the same type of cloth as her tunic. The hem of her tunic, down the sides of her legs, and the cuffs of her pant legs were embroidered with a mixture of two colors of Searous hair; one a brilliant gold thread and another whose color was deeper then fresh blood.
His eyes narrowed as they fixated on a bulge on her left thigh, and then on a second one on her right ankle. A grim look crossed his face as he realized that the small woman was packing a blaster and several vibroblades. What in the name of the Force are we coming to? Booster shook his head warily, then called in a low voice, "Hands in the air and identify yourself."
She froze.
Booster drew his own blaster. "NOW."
She held her hands up so swiftly, it almost seemed that her arms and torso were no longer linked. She turned slowly, as though she was afraid of incurring his wrath. Which, in all honesty, she probably was. "Okay, now who are you?" He asked gruffly.
"I- I'm Jo." She said carefully. Booster stared at her, she couldn't be more then twelve.
"Emperor's black bones, how old are you?" He was still in shock.
"Ten?"
"TEN??"
"Uh, duh?"
"Ten."
"Ten."
"You're sure you're ten."
"I'm sure I'm ten."
"Very, very sure?"
"Very, very, very sure."
"Absolutely positive?"
"Absolutely positive."
"And what are you doing here, little Jo?"
Her honey-brown eyes narrowed. "None of your business."
"On the contrary, I'm the one with the blaster – it is very much so my business."
"So?"
He sighed, "Jo, I need to get my daughter out, and you're holding me up. I am giving you one standard minute to tell me what you're doing here before I shoot you."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Since this is on stun, yeah. I would. And you only have fifty-three more seconds."
Jo bit her lip in consternation. "Forty-seven more." Booster informed her coolly.
"All right all right all right!!" she cried out.
"Forty seconds."
"I'm here because I need to save Eire." Her tone was sullen – not that it mattered a whit to Booster.
"And Eire is…?" Booster trailed off questioningly.
Shada slid around the edge of the building, her anger gone and in its place, a cold desire for retribution. Her senses straining, she crept closer to the house where the small girl – Sque-something-or-other – was being held. Against her will more then likely, Shada grumbled.
"WHAT?" A male voice suddenly roared from her right. Shada barely contained her jump of fear. Someone shushed the man and the voices dropped several decibels.
Against her better judgment, she was drawn over to the corner where the people were. Her eyes widened at the sight: a man about seventy six inches tall with brown hair that was turning a pewter color at the sides was pointing a blaster at a slightly built brunette girl. Girl. Not a woman – a child. Shada wondered cynically what it was with her and small girls who end up in trouble. Sighing inaudibly, Shada reached up into her hair, pulled a Zenji needle free from her curling black tresses, and hurled it at the blaster. A ghost of satisfaction settled over her as she watched it pierce the power pack with a shrill zing.
The man whirled, his red cybernetic eye piercing hers and Shada took an involuntary step back with a cry as the brilliant beam seared her cornea. The man bit off a curse and the girl almost ran to her side.
"I say, are you all right?" The girl asked rather shocked, undertones of a Imperial up-bringing staining her voice. The man seemed less enthusiastic as he approached her.
"Yeah," Shada shook her head, trying to rid herself of the red sun stars that floated in front of her vision.
"Sorry." The man muttered. Shada felt her ire grow at his indifference.
"Oh don't worry," she said patronizingly. "I'm sure that you didn't mean to do that."
He glared at her without saying a word.
"After all, if you'd been thinking, you would have known better then to actually aim a blaster at a kid."
"Kid?" The man looked confused. Shada snorted. How typical.
"Let me guess, you want to know how I went from a young female human to a beast?"
He glared at her again, "You think you're pretty smart."
"No, I know I am," she replied honestly.
Drop the blaster, A rasping voice ordered. Or the human woman is dead.
"Who?" The man snapped as he spun around, obviously trying to give himself a whiplash and end up in the hospital.
"Mhm! Dad!" Shada looked at the struggling dark haired girl – er, woman. Sithspit. This was not going according to plan. At. All.
Eire was panicking. Alianè had come after her. So had Mistryl D'ukal. So had the dark-haired woman's father. The dark-haired woman who had been given almost three hours of the bacta treatment.
Her dark blue eyes darted from Cyclops to the girl he held in his arms with a blaster pointed at her head, to Alianè, to the woman with pointy colored sticks poking into her hair, to the tall man with a cybernetic eye.
Kriff. Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff. KRIFF.
Oh, it's you, Cyclops said, relief flooding his one eye.
Shada flipped up, a grimacing smile on her face.
What are you doing here?
"I came to see It."
Huh?
"She's coming with me."
Callis raced headlong down the pristine metal corridor, "Qol! Qol! Qol!" her seeking voice rebounding back at her.
Her heart beat wildly, What if he's hurt? What if he can't hear me? What if they've killed him? Oh… What if they've hurt Cait'ar? That would kill, Qol! And what if –
"Callis!!"
"Qol!" Her aquamarine eyes flashed with sheer elation. "You're alive!"
Her twin brother laughed merrily as she slammed into him, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Oof.…"
Cait lay in a small heap on the floor, her battered body curled in a fetal position as she tried to repel the dreams that attacked her subconscious. Her bruises still stood out like flags on a rampart. Callis caught her breath. "Is… Is she alright??"
"She will be. I hope." Qol said grimly.
Cait groaned; Qol and Callis both felt their hearts clench. Oh Cait......