Can't believe I haven't been on since January, times flies. Unfortunately it's not because I was having fun.

My Dad passed away last Monday, his brain tumor finally got the better of him despite four surgeries, radiation therapy and chemo. I will miss him very much.

But on the bright side I guess I can spend some more time back here once again tongue

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I finally got some time to do some writing, it's not finished, but it's a start. I hope you enjoy:

The silence was ominous. A star ship in deep space was supposed to make some noise, the fact that the Iron Fist was dead in the sky was the most disturbing sensation Alexian Feemor had ever felt. His crewmates of two: Hadley Ortnall, the pilot and Trista Inard, the engineer were equally silent.

“What do we do now?” Trista asked breaking the thickening silence.

“You’re the grease monkey so go fix the bloody ship.” Hadley snarled, his large frame shifting in his chair. He scratched at his tattooed right bicep as he glared over to Alexian. “You should have known they’d bring a Connor net.

Hadley was referring to the electrically charged net that had ensnared their ship, temporarily shutting it down quicker than any blaster fire could. “I’m not a mind reader, Hadley.” Alexian replied trying to be less snappy, “Hutts aren’t usually this crafty. A Connor net isn’t exactly a cheap commodity.”

Hadley let out a grunt, “Point taken. But how do we get out of this freckin’ mess?”

Trista pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail. “I’ll try and jump start the main drives, but it won’t get us out of the net.” She turned to look pointedly at Alexian, “Someone will need to go out on the hull and cut us loose.”

Alexian leant back against the co-pilot chair, “That net is still charged, I prefer to remain alive and breathing.”

Trista raised a neatly plucked brow, “Not all of us prefer your current status, Feemor.”

Alexian smirked at that, “I live to annoy others.”

Trista shook her head as she stormed off, “Don’t I know it.”

“Why would they use a Connor net?” Hadley huffed more to himself than to Alexian.

“It’s not the Hutts style, at least not for Gorba.” Alexian sat as he sat himself down in the co-pilot chair. He gazed out to watch the glistening Connor net. “How many ships were following us?”

Hadley sagged back in his chair, the leather creaked and strained. “Following us or firing at us?”

“I think they were all gunning for us, Hadley.” Alexian replied.

Hadley snorted, “I counted at least five.”

“So we should either expect to be blown to kingdom come, which I would have assumed would have happened by now, or we’re about to be boarded.” Alexian surmised as he fingered the side compartment of his chair.

As if to confirm his assumptions, the sound of metal grinding against metal sounded as the boarding tunnel attached to their outer hull access port. “Oh goody,” Hadley growled as he forced himself out of his seat, “time for some target practice,” he said as he pulled out his custom repeater rifle.

The pair stepped into the corridor leading to the access port. Both men were armed, Hadley packing as much as his bulky muscles could carry.

“Don’t use any thermal detonators,” Alexian said for good measure.

Hadley glared at him, “I’m not a moron. I know a thermal detonator could frag our hull.”

Alexian shrugged, “Sometimes you get caught up in the moment during a fire fight.”

Hadley rolled his eyes, “Then shut up and just let me shoot some fodder.”

Alexian wasn’t about to deny the man of such a thing. However their banter was cut short as Trista was shoved down the corridor with a blaster pistol barrel pointed at her temple.

“Gentlemen, please disarm yourselves,” an overly confident male voice instructed them. The humanoid was using Trista as a human shield.

Alexian turned to Hadley, “This guy actually thinks we like Trista?”

Hadley snickered, “What a tosser.”

At that moment, Trista stamped down the heel of her foot upon the toes of her assailant. She then elbowed him in the stomach before slamming her fist into his face. She twisted the blaster pistol from his hand and dug it into his jaw below his ear. “I told you these jerks wouldn’t care if you held me hostage.”

It took all of five seconds for Alexian to notice that the assailant was wearing an Imperial officer uniform and only two more to see that a squad of stormtroopers were barrelling down on them. “We got company!”

Hadley immediately opened fire, Alexian joining him as Trista stunned her assailant. She then ducked for cover behind a bulkhead and joined the fray.

“Is there a plan?” she asked sceptically.

“Yeah, don’t get dead,” Hadley shouted in response.

“Fabulous,” Trista sighed as she shot a trooper in the throat.

Eleven troopers went down before they started to realise that sheer numbers were not going to get them to their prey.

“They’re fanning out,” Alexian told.

“I noticed,” Hadley replied. “I’m going hunting white shell.”

“White shell?” Trista asked.

“Yeah that’s all them stormtroopers are, yella bellies in white shells that do sweet feck all.” Hadley smirked.

Trista turned to Alexian as Hadley stalked off, “You didn’t get a psych test done on him as a pre employment test, did you?”

Alexian shrugged, “I did I just wasn’t game to go past the first paragraph.”

“Idiot,” she muttered.

“That’s Captain Idiot to you. By the way, your psych test was extremely good reading.” Alexian taunted and got a rude gesture in return.

“So are we just going to sit around and shoot at these jerks or do you have something more creative in mind?”  Trista asked as she fired off another couple of rounds.

Initially the sound of the ship powering up was disguised by the noisy fire fight. However Alexian didn’t miss the vibrating thrum of engines coming to life through the boots on his feet. The emergency lighting came on quickly afterward.

“Ship’s rebooted,” Alexian said with a smile.

Trista actually smiled in response, “Booby traps would be up, yes?”

Alexian’s grin only widened, “Oh yes indeed.”

The gurgled screams further down deck confirmed it.

“We still can’t go anywhere with that net attached,” Trista pointed out as they backed towards the cockpit.

“I’m still not going out there to remove it. I’ll try the service droids instead.” Alexian said as his fingers stroked the console with speed and grace. “Done, they’re up and running.”

“Won’t the net interrupt their circuitry?” Trista said as she checked the monitors.

“Now that they’ve rebooted that won’t happen, as they’ll have adjusted their systems for such additional shocks. They might power down for a minute or so but they’ll be back up much quicker.” Alexian told as he watched the droids work. They had already started cutting through on four aligning quadrants.

Alexian turned to the radar, “What the heck? I thought the Imperials must have scared off the Hutts, but both Imperial and Hutt spacecraft are surrounding us.”

“That makes no sense,” Trista replied. “We’re not even carrying cargo.”

“Did you majorly tick someone off and not tell me?” Alexian asked Trista.

“What me? Little Miss Popular couldn’t possibly be the cause of this much attention.” Trista said with dripping sarcasm.

“What did you do?” Alexian asked as he prepared the outer guns for battle.

Trista shrugged, “I might have killed an Imp I shouldn’t have.”

“Feck, do you have a bounty on your head?” Alexian said growing more frantic at the controls.

“Hmm only a small one, the best they could get was Jodo Kast.” Trista said sounding somewhat disappointed.

“So why do we have Imperials and Hutts after us?” Alexian said with more patience than he felt.

“I might have stolen some access codes that both parties are interested in.” Trista told as she fired a few shots down the corridor. “You might want to get us out of that net. I have a feeling the Imps are going to send in some of the heavy artillery soon.”

“The Imps and the Hutt are also pounding each other. It’s the only reason we haven’t been completely swarmed upon.” Alexian said as he completed the hyperdrive syncing.

“Thank your lucky stars then. Shall I go and help Hadley? I don’t want him having all the fun. You know how much he gloats when he gets the top body count,” Trista pouted.

Alexian signed, “Fine go play hunt the trooper.”

“Thanks,” Trista smirked as she ran down the corridor enthusiastically.

Alexian saw that the droids were almost through the net. Alexian’s other concern was tractor beams. He’d already adjusted the settings for a quick series of hyperspace jumps but they had to get away first.

An alert beeped to confirm that the droids had done their work. Alexian immediately shifted into action. He steered the ship away from the net’s remains and hit the hyperdrive initiation button.

Immediately warning claxons blared and stopped the ship from making the jump. The access port that the Imperials had used to board was still open. Alexian thumbed the internal com system, “Get this tin can sealed, now!”

Within minutes the claxons stopped. Hadley’s voice came over the internal com, “Hatch sealed, all go.”

Alexian didn’t waste any time, the Hutts had seen their attempt for escape and were trying to manoeuvre into their path. “Not on my chrono, buddy,” Alexian growled as he readjusted their trajectory. Once it was down he activated the hyperdrive and was rewarded with the streaking lines of hyperspace.

Flicking the auto pilot on, Alexian got to his feet. “Time to clean out the trash,” he muttered to himself as he headed out to help Hadley and Trista with the remaining Imperial intruders.

He didn’t have to go far before he found a clutch of troopers hiding behind some crates firing at either Trista or Hadley. Thankfully they were so absorbed in their current task that they didn’t even see him coming. Within six shoots all troopers were down and out.

“Aw man, I only needed four more to beat Hadley,” Whined Trista from the other side of the room.

“Is that all of them?” Alexian asked, not caring about Trista’s disappointment.

“Yeah, Hadley is currently stacking the dead ones into crates to shoot into space.” Trista told.

A shout echoed from further down the ship, “Who said they’re all dead ones going into the crate?”

“You’re a sick piece of work,” Trista shouted back.

There was a chuckle, “And you love me for it.”

“As much as haemorrhoids,” Trista snarled in response.

The laughing only got louder. Trista chose to ignore it, “So now what?”

“We need to search for any tracking devices,” Alexian said as he headed back to the cockpit.

“Where’s the Imp officer I stunned? I’ll go and extract the information out of him.” Trista said with a dark relish.

Alexian left her to it as he returned to the cockpit to do a full scan of the ship. The sensors didn’t pick anything up but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything aboard.

Hadley trudged up to the cockpit. A sheen of sweat was covering Hadley’s exposed arms as he returned his weapons back into their normal storage spaces. “Ship is clean, the white shells are ready for launch,” Hadley said with a smirk.

Alexian raised a brow, “What you’re putting your weapons away without cleaning and reloading?”

Hadley laughed as he slid heavily into his seat. “Already done,” he rumbled.

“I see killing has put you in a good mood,” Alexian commented as he got ready to open the rear cargo bay to dump the dead troopers.

“Always does,” Hadley said in response.

Trista sashayed into the cockpit, “The officer is out cold but I found a tracking bug in his clothes.”

“I hope you disposed of it,” Alexian said as he turned from the console.

“What do I look like, a twit?” Trista snapped.

“I thought you looked more like a rancor,” Hadley sneered.

Trista hit him up the back of the head with the palm of her hand.

Hadley rubbed his shaved bald head where Trista hit him, “Watch it, you’ll ruin my hair.”

“Find anything else?” Alexian asked before a brawl started.

“Only a nice set of abs,” Trista said with a satisfied grin.

“Yuck, go drool somewhere else,” Hadley snapped as he turned back to his console.

Trista turned back to Alexian, her mood sobering, “Do you think they followed us?”

“Depends on how valuable they think we are,” Alexian replied looking at her pointedly.

“Jodo Kast is hardly top notch in the realm of bounty hunters.” Trista said in response.

“Yeah but we’ve just slipped the noose, they might up the bounty now, we’re not an easy catch.” Alexian said as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

“I’ll get worried when Boba Fett is hired,” Trista said as she moved to her seat.

“Boba Fett,” Hadley spat with contempt, “He’s a pussycat.”

“Now I know you’ve been hit too many times on the head. Boba Fett is a threat not to be underestimated.” Trista said, punctuating her words with a pointed finger at Hadley.

“Yeah but as far as we know, we’ve got to worry about Imperials, Gorba the Hutt and Jodo Kast. I think our plate is full enough without adding Boba Fett to the equation.” Alexian said drily.

Trista shrugged as she looked at her nails, “Damn tore another one to the quick.” Her attention returned to Alexian, “Where are we headed?”

“Now that is a surprise,” grinned Alexian, “and we’re almost there.”

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I got Force Unleashed II for Christmas. Haven't played much of it yet but love it so far. Also got a Darth Vader lightsabre attachment for my Wii Remote - Santa was good to me this year! big_smile

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I'm sure you'll be fine, welcome! wink

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I don't get on much either, my little boy is a toddler now and into everything! Between looking after the family and working there hasn't been much time for BFFC.

I need to RPG again, I'll be getting rusty tongue

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I've been shopping on Amazon yet again and found you can download the Kindle application free to your computer, which means you can download ebooks also. I found that there are a range of Star Wars ebooks and I even found a freebie:

Kindle for PC: http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/r … 1DM2AVATYT

Star Wars Freebie: http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wars-Tribe-S … amp;sr=1-1

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Bossk eats Greedo, end of story tongue

a teleporting wampa appeared wearing a tutu and...

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Tonight be my last night of 29... tomorrow I turn 30.

Wow third decade smile (Remember I'm a day ahead, so B'day be 2nd October).

The other day I was out shopping and came across a kid's version of the Boba Fett helmet. On the side was a button that activated Boba's voice. Firstly it was not the original voice, much to my disappointment. Secondly it had none of his original sayings and thirdly it had too many sayings.

Boba is renowned for being the silent deadly type. It really annoys me that this sort of merchandise it being pumped out mainstream.

I put the helmet back on a random shelf hoping never to find it again. I pray it's one of a kind.

Yeah  I have the PS2 version, he was a hard cookie to crack - yay a tough arsed Mando - woot!

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As for the question of Yoda, I think that the Jedi had become so set in their own ways that they couldn't think outside the box, so therefore Obi Wan could not defeat Palpatine at that time.

If Anakin hadn't been such a moron and saw passed his own nose, he probably could have topped Palpy baby, as he was arrogantly certain of his control over Anakin.

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**OMG I can't even remember my character's name - has it been so long? tongue **

My absence is due mainly to looking after my toddler (can you believe he's 1 already!), working and house work. I'm still waiting for my Sim-Maid to appear... tongue

**Yeah I've hand internet issues. Shall try and post in the next couple of days. Also most have been waiting for Darth Maul Clone to post.**

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LOL bring on the Bobian wars tongue

As Merlidan was being hauled down the corridor, both security guards’ comms went off. “Security breach, security breach, sector one. All security in region A are to respond.”

“Ah crud, that means us.” The tall dark haired man on her left said.

“But we’re busy,” his shorter sandy haired partner replied.

“Honestly wouldn’t you rather shoot at something than transport this sorry looking chick to the holding cells. I seriously doubt she’d go far.” Dark hair said.

Merlidan decided to contribute, “In all honesty I don’t even know how to shoot a blaster.”

The men laughed. “Cuff her to the stair handrail.

Merlidan considered fighting them but cuffed and out of holding cells was better than cuffed and in holding cells.

The blaster happy guards had her cuffed and were away before she could blink. Fortunately neither had bothered to search her for a weapon, at least not where she had it hidden. She pulled the small blaster from her boot holster and aimed it at the chain.

“I don’t know,” she muttered out loud. There was a lot of room for error and quite frankly she didn’t want to shoot herself in the hand. She decided to take a moment and think about it. Hopefully the Sith soldiers would be rather busy for quite a while.

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I'd like to wish Aaron (BFFC Admin) a Happy 27th Birthday!

Gretch was working furiously as perspiration dotted his brow. Despite this he seemed to be in his element and relishing the challenge. “There it’s done. It may take a few minutes to get a reply. You want a cup of caff?”

Merlidan shook her head, “Nah caffeine will only give me a buzz of energy and I really don’t need it.”

Gretch grinned, “From that message you sent I’m not surprised.”

Merlidan’s hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she waited nervously. She had sent a message to the Jedi telling of their situation and the need for reinforcements. She hoped a response would come through soon as she had no idea how long Ostace would last against the Sith minions.

At the thought of Ostace she quickly buzzed his com, she received a clipped "Report."

"Message is sent, awaiting reply," she told simply.

Gretch returned sipping from his steaming mug. “Something has got the security thugs entertained. They’re all heading for the main entrance.”

“Do you have a security feed in that area?” Merlidan asked.

Gretch’s fingers caressed the keys before him and a live feed was shown. Ostace was elegantly defending himself with what appeared to be little effort. However a Sith soldier had managed to somehow get behind him.

“Ah the Sith and the Jedi, forever locked in battle.” Gretch said seeming more amusing than Merlidan would have liked.

Merlidan was so focussed on the screen that she didn’t hear the door behind them hiss open.

“Oh by the way, I told security you were here.” Gretch said as Merlidan was wretched out of her seat and dragged from the room.

Merlidan let out a sigh. She was an employee and that would grant her certain access. However if one of the security droids scanned her face they’d soon realise that she was an intruder.

There was one benefit she had: a friend on the inside. “Gretch, are you working today?” she asked via her comlink.

A tired male voice came back, “Yeah where else would I be?”

Merlidan held back a chuckle. “Guess where I am?”

“No idea,” came the response.

“I’m in the building with you.” She said and waited for a reply.

There was a pause, “Dare I ask how you got in?”

“Let’s just say I don’t have a pass and I’m hoping you’ll come to my rescue.” Merlidan said as she stepped further into the shadows of the empty office behind her.

A laugh came over the comm., “Sure this place has been crawling with agitated jerks. It’d be nice to see someone who won’t sneer at me for breathing.”

Merlidan quickly relayed her whereabouts to Gretch and sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t call security on her. He wasn’t that closer friend.

Five minutes later Gretch came to her rescue. He had an ID tag in hand, “This is my off-sider’s pass. You’re not too dissimilar in looks. It should fool the fleshies but I doubt it’ll fool the droids.”

“Fleshies? I think you’ve been working with machines for too long,” Merlidan said as she clipped the ID in place.

Gretch shrugged, “So where to?”

Merlidan hesitated, “I need to send a message off-world.”

Gretch scratched his balding head, “Hmm, that could be tricky. The boss man said no unnecessary communications.”

“Great,” Merlidan muttered.

“However,” Gretch said with a grin, “I could patch through a text only message via the holonet.”

Merlidan grinned, “Fabulous, let’s try that.”

Deciding they’d be less conspicuous on foot, Merlidan and the Jedi left the opportunity to take a speeder behind.

The communications relay centre or CRC, was located in a building a block away from the office in which Merlidan worked. It was guarded by humans and droids alike. The security droids were a recent addition, Trask had justified the heavier security was needed due to the Kubaz threat.

The pair had only travelled for a minute before they came across an angry group, “Jedi! That traitor needs to pay! He’s a Kubaz lover!”

The angry mob was so intent on Ostace that Merlidan had the perfect opportunity to ditch him. She took two slow steps backwards. Ostace didn’t turn, “Where are you going?” he said only loud enough for her to hear.

Merlidan mentally shook herself. Where was she going? It wasn’t like her to go back on her word. She had said she’d take Ostace to the CRC and that’s what she would normally do.

“I’ll attack from behind,” she said in quiet response.

“No need,” Ostace replied as he gathered the Force to him and unleashed a wave that knocked all of the mob members back. He grabbed her hand, “Now we run.”

At the Jedi’s touch all thoughts of betraying him melted away. That sense of peace and tranquillity returned. “Is there something affecting the people?” she queried as they ran.

“You’re very astute,” Ostace replied, “Yes, there is a concentration of dark side energy in this area.”

“Do you know what caused it?” Merlidan said as they continued to dodge angry people.

“Yes,” Ostace replied but didn’t elaborate.

Merlidan understood, she had almost left him to an angry mob, there was no reason he should trust her. She decided to help give him a reason, “There’s heavy security at the CRC. It’s a mixture of human and droid patrols.”

“Any idea of numbers?” Ostace asked as they continued their dash.

Merlidan frowned, “Lots.”

Merlidan ground her teeth and lowered her blaster, although she didn’t let go. She turned as instructed. The being shouting the orders was not one she recognised. To be honest she wasn’t sure if he was humanoid or cyborg. What she did know, was that he was holding her at blaster point.

“Okay, I’ve done as asked. What’s the deal?” Merlidan growled.

Before the male dressed in a mismatch of Tusken and Mandalorian attire could comment, his blaster was wretched out of his hand by an invisible force. Merlidan corrected herself, it had been done with the Force.

“We don’t have time for this,” Ostace said as he Force pushed the oddly attired male aside.

Merlidan was a little annoyed that the push wasn’t more violent. It simply shoved the male out of the way.

“You,” Ostace said as he grabbed Merlidan’s arm. “Lead us out of here.”

Merlidan considered telling him to go jump but with a bunch of itchy trigger fingers, not only amongst the Kubaz soldiers but also the razed up human colonists, she really didn’t have a lot of choice. “I’m going to be so popular,” she muttered as she took the lead.

“Can she be trusted?” the Kubaz Queen asked the Jedi in her own language. Barulian had immediately placed himself between the Queen and Merlidan.

“I sense much turmoil in this one. However her heart is in the right place,” he said quietly, yet Merlidan still heard him. Little did she know that he’d actually mentally communicated with the queen, he’d only spoken out loud for her benefit.

Merlidan decided to take the least well travelled route she knew of. She was about to step into a cross road when Ostace held her back. “There are a number of hostiles that way. We need to go around.”

“Is anywhere clear?” Merlidan asked with less irritation.

The Jedi gave an affirmative nod, “East is clear for now.”

“Fine,” Merlidan said as she once again took the lead. As she moved she thought of a way to speed up their trip.

“Ostace,” she called quietly.

“Call me Genn,” he said as he quickened his pace to match hers.

She decided to ignore his attempt at being friendly. “There’s a speeder repair shop two blocks over. It might be wise to borrow a speeder to make a hasty retreat.”

Merlidan waited for Ostace to pass the message to the Queen but he simply looked at her before she nodded in what Merlidan could only assume was confirmation.

Jedi mind tricks, Merlidan thought to herself. Perhaps it was best to make nice with the Jedi.

They arrived at the street corner near the speeder repair shop only to see the proprietor angrily stalking his grounds muttering, “Filthy Kubaz ain’t taking my speeders. No way, no how, I ain’t going out of business due to that scum.”

“I say we kill him,” Barulian growled in Kubazian. He had some understanding of basic.

Having no idea what Barulian said, Merlidan leant back to comment to Ostace, “That’s Yodd Nix. He’s about as pleasant as a half starved rancor.”

“I’ll deal with it,” Ostace said as he stepped forward.

Without warning the spaceport’s status changed and klaxons blared, “Colony under attack, colony under attack.”

Merlidan rubbed her temples, “Perfect timing.”

The audio continued the updated, “Colony at war with Kubaz, lethal force authorised.”

Merlidan stared in shock at both Drymes and the crew members before her. “I thought we were supposed to be getting a peace treaty not a war.”

Drymes shrugged, “Well at least we don’t have to pretend to like the Kubaz now.” Merlidan was somewhat disturbed by his underlying enthusiasm.

With quick steps Merlidan made it to the main entrance of the space port and saw that the colony’s human inhabitants were already scurrying about with weapons drawn. “Fabulous, I bet there will be more deaths from friendly fire than anything.”

Drymes was at her side peering at the scene before them. “You go find out what our orders are. I’ll stay here and guard the crew for questioning.”

Merlidan glared at Drymes’ audacity to give orders, but under the circumstances she decided to roll with it. “Fine, but don’t let them out of your sight.”

“Yes ma’am,” Drymes said with the shadow of a smirk.

Merlidan palmed her blaster and headed out into the melee. The office was her destination and she sincerely hoped that she didn’t get shot on her way there.

-

The Queen was able to compose herself after her shock at being thrown against a wall by a human that had no right to utilise the Force. The Jedi Master was on their side for now and she wasn’t about to jeopardise the fragile alliance.

Her five remaining soldiers rallied around her determined to protect her from the violence that was building. The klaxon sounded and the warning went out. “We must hurry,” Queen Drenade said as they picked up their pace to a run.

Blaster bolts were fired in their general direction. Ostace deflected those bolts that were within the reach of his lightsabre.

As they rounded a corner they came face to face with a blonde human woman with a blaster pistol in her hand.

Barulian was set to fire but the Jedi pushed his arm down. “Merlidan, please don’t fire.”

The human woman paused and her grip on her blaster pistol relaxed slightly. “I won’t fire if you don’t shoot at me,” she conceded.

Queen Drenade felt some relief but they were hardly out of the woods.

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Hmm do you think we should tint the windows fluro yellow or highlighter green?

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Hmm Mrs Fett, I think I need me one of those wink