Second, I've started a new fic. It's called Shadowside and it's....interesting. ^_^;; It's both here and on TF.net, and will hopefully be shorter than this.
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6th day, 5th month, standard year 24935
I'm hurting all over...
We were on the way back from another mission, me and my Master. Then Master got a call from the Council, telling us two Jedi were being held prisoner on Greya, and we were being sent to rescue them.
"Be sure to watch yourself, Padawan," Master commanded as we landed and hurried away from our ship. He led me to the two other Jedi sent by the Council, Master Cilia and her new Padawan, Adi. Adi's around my age, but she doesn't like me much because once we were paired up in languages class and I accidently called her a very rude name in Keydoian. It was an accident.
Me and Adi followed our Masters to were the Jedi were being held, suprised the guards and knocked them both out, and started cutting through the door.
It seemed almost too easy...
The door was nearly cut through all the way, when a blaster bolt pinged through the air, heading for Adi. She deflected it just in time, with a gasp.
People hiding in the trees were shooting at us! While my Master cut through the door, Cilia and Adi and me started deflecting shots like crazy...and as my Master pulled two unconcious bodies out of the prison and Cilia, who's a Master of healing, hurried to help him, three shots were fired at me. Adi got one, I got one, but we both missed the other and it hit me on the shoulder. It knocked me right over and as I fell another one got me in the leg. Master flew into action, and protected me, while Cilia, with some difficulty, levitated both the injured Knights and started moving away towards our ship.
Master helped me to my feet as Adi deflected shots
like crazy. She was very good.
"Can you manage Force Speed?" Master asked me.
"I don't think so...no."
There was a yell from inside a bush and a man
fell out clutching a gun. He was dead.
"There's still more of them," Adi called.
Master pulled out his 'sabre and started running,
holding me at the same time. We all got back to the ship safetly, and both
of the captured Knights were safe. I knew their names very vaguely...Emlam
Fors and her Padawan Stayan.
Master took me to the Healer's the split second
we got back...and hovered around rather worried. Bethil, one of the Healers,
saw me and grinned.
"Oh no, not you again," she said brightly, and
started examining the wound on my shoulder. "Hmmm. Nasty."
Bethil is one of the younger Healers. I don't know her very well, but apparently she and Amiri are friends. (Amiri is friends with everyone. I've always liked that about her.)
"And your leg. I think you were lucky there."
While she dressed my wounds, Adi came in with my Master.
"Are you all right?" she asked. When I nodded,
she gave a brief smile and hurried away. Master, however, came to sit with
me.
"I'm very thankful you're all right," he said
seriously. "I had a bad feeling about that little detour from the word
go. A very bad feeling. Thankfully it seemed the Force was just playing
a trick on me."
"Are Emlam and Stayan both alright?" I asked.
"I hear they'll both make a full recovery." he
said with a smile, and left and room to talk to Cilia.
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7th day, 5th month, standard year 24935
Tahl came to talk to me. The first thing she said was "This is getting to be a habit."
"Hello, Tahl," was my answer.
"How are you?"
"I'll live.."
"Oh. Good. Hey, guess what...."
And at that moment Vulna came in. He's quite short...he always did look younger than he actually was. And he looked a bit miserable, too.
"Hi, Qui," he said with forced cheerfulness.
"He and Dilan had a fight," Tahl whispered in my ear. "Be nice to him."
The three of us sat around and talked. It started off awkward...I'd have really liked to know why Vulna started hanging around with Tahl. Then again, she can be very nice when she wants to be. The conversation got easier and easier as we went along, and I was actually a bit disappointed when Amiri came to get Vulna.
"Hi there, Quiggy." (Oh stars. I forgot to say-she's
started calling me that. I swear I've never been more embarassed. "Feeling
better? Vulna, you're late for your meditation class."
"Oh Sith," His blue eyes widened and he hurried
out.
"And don't say that word!" she yelled after him.
She followed him down the corridor and Tahl grinned at me.
"Vulna's not that bad."
"Yeah, I agree..."
A few seconds later Bethil came and threw Tahl
out. It was getting a bit late. "Don't forget it's my birthday in four
days!" she yelled as she exited.
I forgot. Must think of something...
*****
11th day, 5th month, standard year 24935
I bought her a picture-frame. I tried to make it myself, but I wound up getting paint everywhere and sticking my braid to the table. (Don't ask). Master was not amused, so he handed me some money and told me to buy one. The one I chose was blue and yellow with pink bits (Tahl says she likes pink, but not too much pink. She's funny like that.) and black writing that says 'Happy Brithday.' (The man running the store couldn't spell)
She giggled at the mistake,but she claimed she liked it anyway. "I'll be putting a picture of you in it," she said sweetly, and then we went to the meditation room with Clee, who'd bought her five packets of choco. Lucky.
*****
14th day, 5th month, standard year 24935
Argh! She did find a picture of me to put in the
frame. A picture of me sound asleep and drooling a little. Must plot revenge.
I wonder where she got the picture. Maybe my
Master has something to do with it.
*****
15th day, 5th month, standard year 24935
He confessed to everything. Maybe I'll take a picture of his room (two-year-old socks on the windowsill, books on the floor, rubbish in the bookcase, spiderwebs on the ceiling, and that's just a good day) and send it to Yoda. Or maybe not.
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21st day, 5th month, standard year 24935
You know, it's been fifty-six days since Savus died. And I don't know why I'm writing that down.
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