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Since their little discussion the night before, Luke had spent most of the evening scouring the Holonet for information about his four prospective mothers. Jedi Knights Potkin and Wezz don't seem to check out. Luke realized as he read over their itineraries once more. They hardly had anything to do with my father. Most of their assignments placed them on the other end of the galaxy. Masana at least worked with father.
Starting to get frustrated, mostly because that dark, male voice had snapped him out of sleep once again Give it up Luke...You know your heart sways to darkness. It had told him in a deep voice, showing him images of all the moments his selfishness prevailed in the past.
"I'm not the same person." Luke reminded himself under his breath, "And the past can't be absolved." That mantra seemed to help limit the guilt he felt inside.
No, the kind female voice told him, but the future can be. Our mistakes do not define us.
Sitting up straight, Luke eyed the features of Potkin, Wezz and Masana again. Either woman had features reminiscent of Leia, but it was relatively inconclusive between the three. Truthfully, Amidala seemed to be the best match if they were relying on his sister's appearance as a key criteria. Of course, Luke reminded himself as he sat back, Leia looks a lot like our grandmother, we could both just be all Skywalker.
Closing his eyes, Luke leaned back, took a deep breath and tried to get a little sleep before work. Apparently he wasn't allowed much, because Artoo nearly ran over his foot trying to rouse him. "I know, I know." He told the beeping little droid, "Time to go."
Pulling himself awkwardly to his feet, Luke used the Force to bring his cloak over from the small closet near his door. Dressed in a dark blue and black version of traditional Jedi wear, he pushed some of the crusties out of his eyes and headed for the lift. "Let's see what new, strange coincidences await us today, Artoo." The droid beeped in agreement to his statement, something Luke interpreted to be strange indeed.
It seemed every day was a new adventure of peculiarities. Last week, Luke had been speaking with the senator of Pantoran, Lilo Chuchi, when suddenly new issues involving one of their protectorates became news. Prior to that, Luke had been dealing with, of all people, Pooja Naberrie when Naboo's loyalty to the Republic had been called into question. In both instances, Luke had been right where he was needed to diffuse the crisis... which really made him wonder about today.
He'd spent all morning researching both this Zion Tano and the candidates for his mother. Knowing his luck, he'd likely trip over something for either subject. You are so attuned to the Force, the female voice in his head boasted,her accent growing heavier as she spoke proudly, that you unconsciously align yourself with its will. You are guided by it with every breath you take and every word you speak.
Luke sighed and hoped that she was right. Most days he felt like he was walking through a misty field, following a small string in the hopes of finding answers.
As Luke approached his swoop bike, as his wrecked speeder was in the garage for now, he took out his magnetic key and surveyed the area. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up again, meaning he needed to pay attention.
What he saw was the last thing he wanted to see.
Seated happily on his swoop bike was the lean orange form of an eleven-year-old Togruta girl. She had a wide smile on her face as she played with the steering, turning it round and mocking gunshot sounds. Beside her stood an older Togruta, who had a face that screamed you're embarrassing me. Rolling his eyes and sighing all at once, Luke stepped forward to deal with the last thing he wanted to play with: kids.
"Minaka and Lucika Tano." He called to them as he approached, his voice booming despite the Coruscanti traffic, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?" Both girls turned to him simultaneously, looks of intense guilt and wonder on their faces.
"M-master Skywalker," Minaka, the older one, attempted to say, "We came to you... well... because-"
"-Because our brother disappeared and we can't find him!" Lucika near shouted with impatience. Luke sighed once more and stepped forward, his eyes warning Lucika to get off of his swoop bike before he had to tell her to.
She begrudgingly obeyed, with big, guilty blue eyes as she did, clamoring down to stand next to her hesitant sister. Standing side by side, both girls looked up at him hopefully, their eyes big and the markings on their foreheads that resembled brows raised high. Luke also couldn't help but notice that both girls had their hands on their own lightsabers. "Were those your mother's?" He asked as he sat down on the swoop bike. Both girls nodded, each one pulling the hilt of their blade free from their belts. Luke took each one, igniting first a long green blade that Minaka sported and then a slightly shorter yellow one belonging to Lucika. "I used to use my father's, before I lost it."
Passing back the deactivated weapons, both Tanos turned to each other a moment before adding, "Mother told us serving your father was one of the most rewarding moments of her life." Minaka told him respectfully, "And, if she were in trouble, she could always count on him to save her."
"Which is why we thought of you!" Lucika added in cheerfully, "Everybody knows you are a great hero and Jedi like your father. When Zion disappeared, we decided to save our allowances and come find you."
Luke stared at them with his brows raised, "So, I'm assuming your grandparents have no idea where you have gone." Both girls gulped at his question, turning to each other woefully before returning their tear-felt eyes back to him. Luke understood that look, "They're dead, aren't they?" Lucika nodded, her blue eyes ready to shed tears.
Minaka, however, sighed and explained, "The woman who took Zion away, she was this evil, old looking hag. When Zion fell fighting her, Grams and Gramps tried to get him back... and..." Luke didn't need an explanation. Whether Minaka was aware of it or not, her memories shown clearly through the Force. The carnage of the woman from the speeder sent chills down his spine as he watched her rip the elderly Togrutas to bits. It was any wonder the girls had the strength of will to continue hoping. "We thought, since we had no home left on Shilli, that maybe we could-"
"-Become your Padawans!" Lucika suddenly cheered, eager as she could be, "Just like our mother was your father's Padawan!" Luke gulped in hearing that one. He was still working with the other Jedi remnants to rebuild the Order, and Leia technically was his official Padawan.
But Luke made one vital mistake... he stared into the hopeful eyes of the young girls a bit too long and his heart softened. Slowly, his gentler side appeared before them as his features relaxed and a small smile grew on his face.
She is far enough along to take on a young student...he realized, Not that she'd want to.
Not want to what? Leia's voice echoed in his head as she approached the hangar with Han and Threepio. She stopped and stared at the two girls standing before Luke, recognizing their profiles from the night before. "No way." She said aloud, figuring on what Luke had meant instantly, "Absolutely not." Han just glanced between the two and shrugged, stepping forward towards his silver speeder with Threepio behind him. He wasn't going to get involved in something between the twins this morning. It's too damned early for this.
"Who's... PRINCESS LEIA!" Lucika suddenly shouted as she darted across the room towards the white clad princess, her arms outstretched as if she meant to hug the woman. "I've always wanted to meet you! You're so pretty!"
"Luci!" Minaka shouted as she ran after her overeager sister. Catching her by the shoulders, Minaka held the girl at bay, her peach face red with embarrassment. "My apologies, Minister Organa-er Solo. Luci tends to do without thinking." Leia merely chuckled and stepped forward.
"Minaka and Lucika Tano." She greeted, making both girls flush as their jaws dropped.
"How do you-" Minaka wondered incredulously, finally releasing her sister.
Leia turned towards Luke as she answered, "My brother was researching yours last night, and your names popped up on Zion's file... We fought him yesterday." Both girls sighed in hearing that.
"We suspected as much." Minaka admitted, stepping back to allow the approaching Luke to enter in the conversation. Han was happily listening with his eyes closed in his speeder, his feet hung over the door while Threepio fussed about being late. Artoo, having checked up on Luke's speeder, was now zipping across the room towards them, hitching a ride along since he could not sit as a passenger on Luke's swoop bike.
"Wait!" Luci suddenly declared, blue eyes as big as Mon Cala, "You're brother and sister!?" Luke and Leia nodded, holding their fingers over their mouths to show they meant to keep this a secret. Excited at the prospect, Luci giggled behind her hands, dancing a bit at the information, before turning to her sister, "Now I get it. That's why she married Han Solo." Han snorted from the car after hearing that, his eyes still closed, while Luke and Leia chuckled.
"She must have heard about that incident on Hoth." Han chimed in, bringing the twins to roll their eyes. Minaka looked between the three of them curiously before dropping the subject. She had more important things to discuss.
"Since he's already attacked you," She wondered aloud, "What will you do to him now?"
Sighing, Luke turned to Leia a moment before answering. Her eyes showed the same uncertainty his likely donned and he was hoping the Tano girls could not see it. "We save him." Luke told them, "We give him reasons to let go of the dark side and bring him back into the light." Minaka and Luci's eyes both went wide, their jaws dropped and then they turned to each other with smiles.
"You can do that?!" Luci inquired with wonder. When the twins nodded, she began her now familiar giggle dance from before. "Did you hear that Mina! They can save him!"
"And we can all become Jedi!" Mina added with a wide grin, fighting her urge to join in the dance as well. She suddenly stopped her glee, becoming surprisingly stoic, before inserting, "Provided Master Skywalker says it's okay." Her face was bright red with flush.
Luke grinned and glanced at his sister. I think you're ready to train someone. He told her, And Han clearly already likes Luci. Leia sighed when she heard that, turning to Han with an imploring gaze. He smiled at her and shrugged.
"The little brat's okay by me." He told her without a second thought.
"She'd be with us for a few years, you know." She reminded him sternly. He still shrugged.
"But living at the Temple, so she'd be your problem." He pointed out with a mischievous grin, "You need her to save her brother anyway." Leia sighed, her gaze returning to Luke.
Don't the other masters have to approve this or something?
Luke shrugged, Yes. We'll have to take the girls along to the Senate today, and then swing by the temple later to meet with them. I'll alert them to the situation before our arrival. Sighing once again, Leia turned to the girls, who were staring at her hopefully. It's not as though you'd get Luci right away. Luke reminded her, She still needs preliminary training at the temple.
I've only been training for four years Luke, she reminded him, These girls probably know more about the Force than I do. He rolled his eyes, sensing her anxiety as he moved towards his speeder.
"Minaka-"
"-P-please, call me Mina-" She inserted nervously.
"Mina." Luke corrected as he hopped onto his swoop bike, "You're with me. Luci... you're Leia's guest until the Jedi Council deems otherwise." The young girl jumped happily in the air before running to Leia to hug her. These girls lost their mother ten years ago. Luke told his sister gently, appealing to her understanding, If they learned anything, its from their brother, and it's likely rough. Leia sighed and forced a smile for the young girl wrapped around her.
"Let's go little one." She suddenly relented, bringing the girl with her towards the speeder. Her husband then pulled his feet inside and told Artoo and Threepio to make room. As Luci clamored over the droids with a giggle, Leia seated herself inside the speeder with a slight, overwhelmed frown.
As Luke and Mina flew out of the landing dock, Han backed his speeder out to follow. They were all going to the same place, after all. Leia was the Minister of State, which normally garnered her interesting and important assignments. Han functioned as a liaison between the Galactic Army and the Senate, while Luke did the same for the Jedi. Despite working so close to one another, the three rarely met during the work day, as their respective positions pulled them all over the Senate hall.
Stopping at the signal over Midian Street and Eqanto Boulivard, 705th level, Han pulled up along Luke and Mina. What he spotted brought a grin to his face. Luke was reading something, waiting for the light to turn, as usual, while Mina had her arms around his waist and a big smile on her face below rosy red cheeks. "Seems you have a new fan." Han commented, breaking Luke's concentration enough for him to look over at him.
"I guess so." He replied, sensing Mina's nervousness and adoration, "That'll change soon though. Right Leia?" Leia grinned from her spot in the passenger seat, her white, Jedi-inspired politicians gear glowing in the sun.
"If the council approves this, she'll hate you by the end of the first week." She affirmed for him with a grin, "Darth Taskmaster." Luke chuckled, turning his eyes back to his reading while the light still remained red. It always did, and was one of the most impossible intersections on the 705th level.
"General Solo?" Luci called from her seat in the back, "How'd you meat Lieutenant Chewbacca?" She wanted to know, her eyes sparkling in adoration despite her apparent favorite being Leia. Han smirked to himself as he made to answer, but was unable to as Luci inquired, "-And how did you get the Falcon? Why does this speeder smell like wet fur? And who's droids are these? Are they yours? Where are we going?" Han, his mouth still open, turned to Leia, who sat with a grin.
"Quite the chatterbox, isn't she?" he smirked to his wife. She only nodded and allowed the girl to voice her thoughts as the light finally turned. Luke dashed off with Mina at his back, leaving Han to race to catch him in his load-bogged speeder.
Darth Pestilis was silent as she returned from the dense forest, her movements most selective as she clamored around the small village established by blockade prisoners after the Battle of Yavin IV. The village itself was rough, comprised of old ship parts and new metal slabs flown in after the Galactic Civil War. There was no dominant, sentient species on Yavin IV, as most of the prisoners of the imperial blockade were from across the galaxy. But many chose to remain on Yavin, believing the area too beautiful to abandon. While imprisoned in the area, Yavin had become something to aspire for. Many were kind-hearted individuals who would greet her on the paths that moved through the prairies and forests. And she would do her best to greet back, not wanting to stand out.
She was exhausted, as her master prepared her greatly for this venture into the past during the night, and she could barely move because of it. Feeling as though walking through a fog, Pestilis ignored her precious Anhilis and Devaro as she ambled inside her abode with aid of her cane.
"Master?" Anhilis inquired carefully, her voice lacking any indication of concern. Pestilis turned to the woman, seeing her lust and desire clearly now through the Force. All thanks to my master, She grinned.
She'd found the young woman after a battle in the Galactic Civil War on Onderon, serving a man by the name of Lux Bonteri. He'd been a good leader, but was not afraid of sacrifice, and young Talima Nass was not particularly pleased that she'd been considered expendable.
It wasn't hard to twist the young Mirialan into submission. All she needed was assurance that, in the end, everything that had been promised to her by the Rebels on Onderon would be small change compared to what she'd gain with Pestilis. And her desires were most entertaining: she wanted to rule Onderon and all it's holdings, enslave Lux Bonteri and his generals, and execute thirteen specific rebel leaders herself. Her grudge against the Rebellion was that great.
But apparently not great enough. Master Demantis had gleefully informed her that Anhilis would be most hesitant to injure General Luke Skywalker. But, don't consider her behaviors a result of compassion or admiration, he'd warned her, she finds the man attractive, and wants to break him of his strength so that he's completely subservient to her... the problem is a Skywalker cannot be broken, only corrupted.
It astounded her how informed Master Demantis was about the Skywalker legacy, listing off important individuals to that of Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader. It was he who'd informed her of this secret identity, him having fed off the man's hatred and self loathing for more than twenty years. But, in those twenty years, Vader had been careful to contain his resentment and guilt for his treacherous lover. Demantis could only confirm that she'd died by his hand, which meant...
"Skywalker's mother is likely a Jedi killed during the Purges, but not initially killed in them." She informed her subordinates, "We must start by researching all human candidates listed as having died after 16.5.24. Preference should be given to ones who'd visited both Tatooine and Alderaan at some point in their careers, as they'd have to have established some sort of connection to the surrogate families of our targets..." she then turned her eyes to Devaro, who crossed his arms as he heard that. He hated research. "We need this information no later than tomorrow."
"Are we leaving tomorrow?" The young Togruta wanted to know.
Pestilis nodded, "For Coruscant... We will then need a day to set our trap."
Anhilis stepped forward, a sinister smile on her face, "A trap master?"
Smirking, Pestilis rolled her eyes at the girl, "Yes, we'll be capturing Skywalker... and no, you may not torture him." Anhilis chuckled at her master's apparent amusement, "He's pivotal to our own plot, ironically."
Devaro sighed as he sat back against the wall, "And while we are in the past, what exactly will our objectives be?" Pestilis smirked to herself, knowing exactly why he'd asked.
"Don't distract yourself with your petty quest for vengeance." She told the young man, "There will be time enough for you to execute your revenge, but your personal vendetta cannot interfere with eliminating Skywalker." Devaro growled, not liking his master's tone.
"And why is one man so important?"
Pestilis turned to him, her yellow eyes warning him to question her again. The man instantly hung his head in respect, knowing he was tempting fate. "Because Skywalker has not even begun to tap his full potential." She informed them both sternly, "And if he does, all our efforts to strengthen and control the dark side will be in vain."
"So why don't we just turn him?" Anhilis demanded, her lips curled into a frown and her arms crossed over her chest like a child. She often sported such childish appearances. It didn't matter that she apparently wore black to 'mature' her look.
Pestilis shrugged and sat herself down on the warn sofa to rest her aching bones. "He cannot be turned. Too much anchors him to the light; his father's so-called mistakes, his sister... this ghost that has attached herself to him. His very soul exudes such a brightness that my guide cannot near him while he is conscious." Both Anhilis and Devaro glanced to one another, neither believing wholeheartedly in this guide their master praised.
"So..." Anhilis smirked as she thought of something devious, "Turn him as a child. Turn him before he knows of his father and separate him from his sister. This 'ghost' alone cannot save him."
Again Pestilis sighed, sitting back against the cushions to remember exactly why Demantis had insisted that plan would fail, "He's deeply connected to his twin. So much so that when she was a stranger, he still dashed directly into danger to rescue her. No amount of distance can break that bond... And neither twin can be turned without turning the other simultaneously. That feat alone is near impossible. The light side of the Force was very clever in its decision to allow Skywalker two children at once. In doing so, it assured itself an incorruptible champion."
"You speak as though they can't be turned together." Anhilis sneered, stepping towards her master heatedly.
"That would require them being willing to do harm to one another." Her master reminded her with raised, white brows, "And the tragedy of their past leaves them most concerned in protecting their twin from repeated incidents." Silent as she searched for another argument to save her prey, Anhilis clicked her tongue in thought. "Many have tried to turn him, his own father included... that option is out of the question now."
With a sigh, Devaro stepped out of the room. He knew better than to continue to question his master, though Anhilis would likely test her until the woman near strangled her to death. He satisfied himself with one fact; the sooner the work was done, the sooner he could exact his own revenge.
In the days of the fall of the Republic, many figures busied themselves with the ever growing, cataclysmic Clone Wars. The wars, fought on multiple fronts at all times, had dragged most of the galaxy into a state of panic and pain. Whole planets fought to conserve their resources enough by mandating planned power-outages and raising already unbearable taxes. It was these reasons that made the transition into dictatorship nearly three years later so readily accepted by all.
For at the time the people of the many worlds could not see that their own greed and desperation were being sown into more dangerous seeds of submission and misery.
And the puppeteer constructing this scene and moving all the pieces remained completely anonymous, despite his own apprentices pitiful attempts to usurp him through the Jedi.
Still, in recognizing that so long as Darth Sidious remained at large, he had no choice but to do his bidding, one aged Count Dooku continued to act on the monster's plans. Their current efforts involved a conspiracy in the Banking Clans, one which would give the Chancellor complete control of the banks for when he finally assumed totalitarian rule over the galaxy. And, considering that their plans involved the manipulation of a certain, self-important, former-senator from Scipio, Dooku was all too happy to carry out this plan.
The man had proven to be too arrogant for his tastes.
At the same time, Chancellor Palpatine was doing his damndest to push a bill in the senate to extend his term in office. And the Clone Wars had provided the perfect excuse for that. That and the many Jedi generals that provided astounding victories at just the right moment to impress the senate.
All he needed was support from his many compatriots, and, to his good fortune, nearly every political figure was in his pocket in some way. Some loved him simply because his efforts resulted in their gaining finances, and so they were addicted to him because of their greed. Others preferred him because his emergency powers had saved their home world, thanks to his immediate action. And the last group, they adored his 'sense of duty' in putting the needs of the people first. People like Padme Amidala, who'd also been pulled into this Banking Scheme because of her gullibility and prior relationship with former-senator Rush Clovis.
She wasn't a very tall woman, nor one that looked especially tough, but she commanded a presence that made all who knew her positively respectful. Even those who hated her guts. But she wasn't all gumption, part of her had a soft side, a loving side. One that she hid from the world along with her beloved husband. A man even her handmaiden Teckla would not suspect.
"Anything more I can do for you, milady?" The young, respectful woman inquired with glowing brown eyes wide. Padme shook her head, turning sad, sandy colored eyes on the HoloProjector to catch the news once more. The young human female who spoke on the news did so earnestly, her face pained as she explained current events on the front.
"Then I shall go home, milady." Teckla informed her with a bow, raising a small glass lantern, "Thank you again for the lamp... these power outages have devastated our sector many nights." Padme smiled and waved her off. It was the least she could do considering her investments and job provided for her quite well. People like Teckla worked hard for her, believed in her even, and their commitment deserved some sort of payoff. Even if it was only a little one.
"Anytime." She told the young woman with a gentle voice, "A person as good as you deserves light in the dark." And, suddenly, she started coughing again, the same painful cough that made bronchitis look like the common cold. Ever since being infected with the virus nearly 8 months ago, Padme would succumb to these fits. The original cure had not been perfect, and several of those treated faced these adverse effects of their body fighting the virus off.
Her handmaiden neared her, but Padme pushed her away, not wanting her to even risk coming closer. Teckla, being the dutiful young woman she was, fought back, but her efforts were in vain. The fit ended as swiftly as it began. "I'm fine." Padme assured the caring young woman, pulling her curly locks out of her face, "You should go home now, while the lights are still on in your district." Again Teckla smiled at her and nodded, wishing her a good night before she left the house. Padme smiled after her, her curly brown hair falling into her face as she turned down to read some more.
It only took her a few hours to complete the work, tragedy on the front booming in the background. She hated watching the HoloNews every night, but it had become an obsession of hers. Even now as she coughed and hacked in her recovery from the deadly Blue Shadow Virus, she fought to stay awake and continue to watch. Reports to the senate were becoming fewer and vaguer, making her life twist into a living hell. Of course, very few of the senate actually had loved ones fighting in the war and so Padme found herself amongst a small minority in actually desiring the horrific details. Who died and where? Where are the big battles at?
To prevent herself from completely going insane, she watched those twisted and disdainful stories about the war. Twisted in as much as the fact that they painted the Separatists as absolute monsters; something she knew not to be true. Disdainful because through them she might never be able to fully settle down. The hero worship was starting to get to her.
As she sat on the sofa, she attempted to read through various reports about the bank loans Palpatine wanted her to investigate. Her recovery term was about to expire and he wanted someone he trusted back on Scipio. Between these reports and the pleas from her friend Satine of Mandalore to come out for a visit, she was overwhelmed with work and her 'social' life. She believed that by putting her mind to rest, she could at least focus on one task.
"... we find significant triumph in the Outer Rim Sieges." The Twil'ek news woman that had replaced the human one an hour ago began to elaborate. Her voice was stern and yet sweet. That was likely the reason she'd been selected for the position, along with her calming blue color. "Jedi Generals Kenobi and Skywalker have once again worked a miracle, sending Separatist forces back from the system of..." from there she tuned out everything. She'd heard what she needed to hear: Anakin was alive and well.
Thank the stars. She commented internally, setting down the datapad.
Part of her was hoping that these last few victories would allow Anakin to return to Coruscant for meditative leave. The other part knew better, that his next visit would likely be in another month. Not with him still spelling victory on the battlefield with his blazing blue lightsaber. And knowing that goof, Padme realized with a smile, he probably is. She sat content in picturing that, seeing the ear-to-ear smile of her 'Jedi Knight with a Shining Lightsaber' as he tried to show off his incredible speeds by writing things in the air. She could just envision that glint of amusement in his ocean blue eyes as he found something to be proud of or smug about.
Till he came home to find out she was on yet another diplomatic mission.
Padme sighed at that thought. Part of her was afraid he'd be angry with her, what with her taking on this responsibility with the banks. He was never a fan of her excursions, and the fact that she was still sick would have infuriated him.
To her, it was a good thing that she was alone at the moment. Anakin's possessiveness, while charming, was starting to grate on her. Especially when he started acting reckless to counteract her own projects.
As if on cue, her contact regarding her arrival on Scipio sent her a request for a HoloChat. She tapped her finger on the air key to accept and was soon facing the Muun representative for the banks. But, just as she was about to greet the gentleman, he tapped the side of his face.
Instantly, the large features of the Muun male representative melted away, revealing the tattooed face and striking features of Rush Clovis, an enemy of state. "Hello, Padme." His rugged voice greeted her with a wry smile, "It's been some time..."
Author's Note/Commentary: Well, we're getting closer to the actual starting point. I realize that introducing Padme so late might be a bit strange, but time hopping in a story is so confusing that I wanted to establish the 'now' before creating the past. Luke and Leia cannot simply land on a blank canvas. You probably will notice that the official timeline doesn't apply in this story (which is an AU). I've done my best to stay as true to that timeline as possible, but to get the character development and plot points I want, I do have to change their 'history' a little bit. For instance, it may seem silly to have Padme still be in recovery, but I promise that there is little I do in writing that doesn't serve a purpose later in a story. I just hope that it comes out well and that you all enjoy the way I put all these components together.
Demantis, Pestilis, Anhilis, Devaro/Zion Tano, Mina and Luci Tano are all my inventions.
I also wanted to thank those of you who reviewed, followed, or favorited my story. Your responses are so encouraging and motivating that I can't wait to post more and see your reactions. That is primarily the reason I worked so hard on creating an appropriate cover. I hope you all like it!
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