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July 1-Sept 24 '10


First place: The Farce is strong in this one. by machievelli


Second Place: Broken by Endorenna


Third Place: Order 66- The Edge by Jedi_Man


Oct 6- Dec 10 '10


Winner by default:


Birth of Souls by JediMaster12


Jan 3 '11- March 26 '11


First Place: KOTORNATURAL Teaser: Hyperspace Hurling by JediMaster12


Second Place: Hot seat by machievelli

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The Farce is strong in this one.


This last week I reviewed May The Farce Be With You. By Jiara. I thought I had read it before but I had not. Instead I had read what you might call it's sequel, May The Farce Be With You Too.


Over in Tysyacha's Inquiring Mind thread I had commented about the effect of Loki in my life, and between him and my Muse, this popped up almost complete.


Of course just my luck it had happened at work so several people got a chance to see me chortling as I rapped it out. The title, and the work is an homage to Jiara.


Hope you enjoy it.


"How did we beat the Mercenaries again?" Marai asked rubbing her head. That party last night had been a little much. She didn't know there were that many varieties of whiskey brandy liquor and tihaar.


Atton just waved idly. "We dressed Mical up in a big bad Darth bad guy suit, and he called the mercs, demanding to know where they were. When Azkul came on Mical told them they were supposed to be on Korriban. They were so upset they left half their weapons."


"Well that means I can go meet the Masters at the temple."


"Sure." Atton was paying attention to the panel in front of him.


"I could use some company."


"Of course you would, but I have to fix this or we're never getting off the ground."


"Oh, all right." She left the compartment. Behind her, Atton was muttering, "Nar Shaddaa rules, she's wearing underwear, that hot tank top and knee length pants. I'm wearing everything I have just in case. First hand... No, I've got that auto-set skifter in my side deck. Squeeze the deck, it's blank, scratch on the top of the deck, it adds one per scratch, tap the face of the deck with my finger and it goes negative one for each tap... Down side is if she catches me cheating, she may knee me in the groin again. But it's better than nothing..."


Myra was standing beside the oven, looking at her watch. "What are you doing?" Marai asked.


"Making drop biscuits." She replied. "I just wish I had found the baking powder."


A pair of arms came around Marai from behind, caressing her chest. "Guess who?"


Marai sighed. "You know, Handmaiden, everyone else covers the other person's eyes when they do that."


"I know, Smoochy-Poo. I just like to have fun when I do it." "You know I have the cutest little lace and satin thing I want to see you in..."


Marai wriggled. Then Mira's last comment registered. "What did you use instead of baking powder?"


"Well I used-" There was a thump and the front of the stove bulged, and smoke rose from the wrecked unit. "-Gunpowder. Looks like they're done." She grabbed a hammer and began trying to pry open the smashed door. "Want one?"


"Not right now, I have to go see the masters at the temple." Marai squirmed out of the Handmaiden's grip, and headed to the starboard cargo hold.


Mandalore was laying on his back, arms bulging as he bench pressed Visas."What are you doing?" His left hand was clamped around her upper thigh, his right just below her ample bosom.


"Exercising." Mandalore replied, counting his reps softly.


"He was protesting that we don't have a weight room, and said I would do as long as I kept my body rigid." Visas replied calmly.


"I was going to see the masters-"


"Not until I finish the set." Mandalore snapped. Visas shrugged.


"All right, where is Bao Dur?"


"Out on the tarmac." Mandalore grunted. Marai shook her head, walking down the ramp. There was a rhythmic thumping, and she saw Bao Dur with a racket ball racket slapping the remote into the wall, hitting it again as it bounced toward him. Leaving well enough alone she walked toward the entrance to the landing bay.


She turned the corner, and found the entrance to the Jedi Academy, with Kreia already waiting. Marai looked at her clothes, fussing with them. "How do I look?"


"Well the mascara is a bit thick, and the lipstick is just the wrong color." Kreia patted her on the cheek. "You look fine. Go on, they're waiting."


"You're not going with me?"


"No I have some... things I have to do first."


Marai went on alone Masters Kavar and Zaz Kai Ell were standing there, discussing the new curtains when she coughed to get their attention.


"Well we weren't sure you'd come." Kavar began.


"Wait, Marai held up her hand, looking back and forth. "Where's Master Lamar?"


"They looked about, and Zaz Kai Ell Cupped his hands. "Vrook! Move your buns!"


"Coming!" Marai's eyebrows quirked at the voice, something about it was familiar. Vrook came trotting in from the courtyard tossing something aside. She stared at him as he took his place.


"Before we begin, Masters. May I ask why Vrook is wearing eye shadow?"


The man blustered she walked back to the bundle that had been thrown aside, lifting out a white wig with long braids.


"I found that." He said defensively.


"Right." She dropped the wig.


"We have decided you are still to be exiled, and this time we're making sure you are cut off from the force."


“Why?” She asked.


“Because we said so.” Kavar replied.


"O-Kay." She agreed.


"Turn out your pockets."




"Turn out your pockets." Vrook growled.


She reached down, and found a round flat stone with a red letter F in the center of it in her left had front pocket. Before she could react, Kavar snatched it out of her hand, and she fell into a faint.




"Marai!" She was being shaken, and her eyes opened. Atton had her by her shoulders, shaking her so hard her head was snapping back and forth. She stopped him by punching him in the groin, looking at the others as she staggered to her feet. “Oh she loves me.” Atton moaned from the ground.


"What happened?"


"The masters are dead." Bao Dur commented. She walked over looking at them one by one. She knelt, rolling over Vrook's body. He had been replaced by a blow up dolly with a sign on it's chest that said, GROAN, GASP, DIE.


"Where's Kreia?" She demanded.


"I do not know." Visas said. “I know before you left Kreia had been talking to the Handmaiden about a leather corset with opera length hose and gloves-"


Marai screamed, "NO!!!!"


Marai sat up, clutching her chest, gasping. She rolled out of bed, padding past the sleeping Visas and Handmaiden, then corralled T3 in the engine room. She stopped him, and brought up the recipe file she had seen marked Bindo's Fried Gizka Stew With a note; NOT FOR THE TIMID.


She deleted it.

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Birth of Souls


The sky reflected rays of gold and blue as the warrior looked out over the plains. The leaves of the Judan trees were shades of gold, red and brown and danced along the wind towards the ground. The young warrior watched this dance as if it were a memory. There was no need for him to look at the calendar that was considered important. Just by looking at the landscape could he tell what time of year it was but it was not so much the appearance of the land but the feeling in the air. The old ones said that one could always tell the time of day by what they feel. Perhaps this is what they meant.


For many years, ever since he left, he had never fully embraced the feeling as the old ones said he should yet he always returned at the same time of year. He came because they said that it was a time for family and he loved his family but when tragedy struck, he left and stayed away. He ignored the feeling and stayed away. This time though, the feeling was stronger and rather ignoring it, he hopped on the next freighter home where he found the one person he should have been there for waiting for him, standing there in the courtyard with a smile on her face.


She had welcomed him home with the same tranquility he remembered and said, “Always late you are for supper.”


“Mother,” Morgan greeted her with a kiss on her cheeks and forehead. He looked at her and saw that she was holding the lead to Kumori and he was loaded with a pack as if she were going on a journey. He asked, “Where are you going Mother?”


She looked at him with an indulgent smile, “If you felt it, you would know. Now I must go.” She then climbed up on Kumori and began a gentle pace out of the courtyard.


Morgan watched her go. He knew that she was on the main road that led to Xao Lin but there were many turnoffs so she could go anywhere. He was tempted to follow but he knew that if he did not know why he had come home, then the way would remain lost to him until he did. He stood there staring the way his mother had taken, not noticing the star that shown brightly in the sky. He sighed and said to himself, “I return to her to find her leaving, but where to? There must be hundreds of places she could go.” He then began to pace about the courtyard not noticing that he was being followed by a small creature.


When he stopped, the creature bumped into his boot and he started, intent on defending himself. He looked around until he looked down and saw the creature. It was a pale gold creature in color and was furry with a long tail that moved on its own and large floppy ears. The eyes were dark brown and they had a playful smirk to them. Morgan had only seen one of these creatures in his life and now one was staring at him. He kneeled down and talked to it, “Hey there. Never seen you before. You hungry?” He fished a biscuit from the ration pack he kept on his belt and held it out to the creature.


The creature sniffed before reaching out with his forepaw and grabbing it. Holding it like a human, it began to munch on it. Morgan was amused and said, “So you like that. Well good thing to have when you’re on the move.” He then stood up and looked around. “Well I guess I better get going. I might find the answer along the way.” He then started walking in the direction his mother started.


He did not get very far when a heavy weight landed on his back and clambered on his shoulder. He looked to see the creature sitting on his shoulder, expecting to be going. “So you want to come along? Alright. First I better give you a name.” He looked at the creature and it looked like a cross between a wolf and one of those critters that ate nuts though the ears and tail he could not account for. He thought about it and said, “How about Taiyou. It means sun and it fits for your fur.”


The creature looked at him and then rubbed against him and settled on his shoulder. Morgan smiled and started in the general direction his mother took, the main road to Xao Lin, the Sacred Heart. The walk was going to be a long one but he was young and strong. It was not long before he came across three kataran herders who were herding their animals. He greeted them, “Hail herders, what brings you out this night?”


The leader of the herders looked up from his work of tending one of legs of a calf and replied, “We have felt the call and we must go.”


Morgan was puzzled and a little frustrated. His mother had virtually said the same thing and he knew enough about Avalonian culture to know that they had given a sufficient answer. Yet he wanted more. Taiyou must have sensed it and jumped down and trotted towards the injured calf. The mother was not alarmed but rather calm at the sight of the creature. Morgan looked at the calf and the mother and saw that he might be able to help. He said, “One of your calves is injured.”


“Yes,” the herder replied, “The journey has been long and hard and the earth hasn’t been kind.”


“Might I be able to help?”


The herder nodded and Morgan approached the downed calf carefully. The mother did not move, as if she sensed that no harm would come to her calf. Morgan though was cautious. Kataran mothers were very protective and if you did not move correctly, they could charge. As it turned out, it was a bad sprain and with a little poultice, it would heal in no time. The herder thanked Morgan as he hoisted the calf onto his shoulders and said, “May your journey go well traveler.”


With a whistle and a command, the herd began to move following the lead herder, leaving Morgan where he stood. He waited until they were gone before looking for Taiyou. He found him further up the road. Every time Morgan tried to catch up, Taiyou seemed further away. Morgan tried to run to catch up but it was to no avail. He ended up tripping and falling down the hill. When he landed, he ended up cursing in any language that seemed fitting.


“This is stupid! Here I am chasing a critter trying to figure out why I even came back here. Why did I even bother?” Morgan yelled out his frustrations and did not care if anyone heard him. “Heck there is no reason to come back except for mother.”


“You mean to say that there is nothing else about the land that has been a reason for you return?” A voice replied in the darkness.


Morgan sprang to his feet with his dagger drawn. The stranger appeared in the moonlight to reveal an old man and he replied, “No need to worry stranger. I won’t harm you. My companions and I heard a noise as we were about to break camp and continue our journey. I came to investigate. It seems that you are lost traveler. Perhaps something weighs you down?”


Morgan returned the dagger to his belt and replied, “I was traveling I think towards Xao Lin with my companion when we separated and I was chasing after him.”




“Yes a pale gold furry thing with floppy ears and a tail. It’s like he ran away.”


The old man looked at Morgan and replied, “You were traveling with a Zhìhuì? A sign surely. Come, my companions will wish to speak with you.”


Morgan felt compelled to follow the old man to the camp. There he was greeted by two other men. As it turned out, they were advisors to their tribes and they too had answered the call they felt. Morgan answered their questions, not omitting anything especially about the Zhìhuì. “I started after my mother thinking that I might find answers. The Zhìhuì accompanied me up until now and I don’t know why.”


The one who led him into camp looked at him. Morgan failed to notice that he was wearing a tunic the same pale gold as Taiyou. The old man replied, “The Zhìhuì is a symbol of wisdom. That is where its name comes from. Supposedly it appears to a chosen one to impart wisdom to him or her. They are rare to see especially in the color you describe it.”


“More likely on a wild bantha chase,” Morgan replied. “I don’t even know why I am doing this. I haven’t observed the ways ever since my father died.”


“And he was close to you,” the old one replied. “Perhaps you may find what you seek where we go.”


The others had finished packing and had come to tell their companion that it was time to go. Morgan followed them out and asked, “And where are you going?”


“The stars guide my young friend. Surely you have felt that as much.”


The caravan then started off, leaving Morgan alone. Morgan watched them while pondering what was being said. He then looked up into the sky and saw a large star shining brighter than the others in the night sky. He looked at the ground and saw that the caravan was following it. Perhaps I should follow it too. Morgan then began to follow the star, not sure of where he was going but trusted that it would lead him to where he needed to go.


It seemed like hours when he finally came to a small city. It was called Shēnghuó, one that he had heard of but had never been. He felt it strange that the star led him here but it felt right and he entered through the city gates. He saw others moving, heading towards a single point and started walking with them. While he was walking, he bumped into someone who turned to look at him. Morgan was just as surprised to see his old friend, “Tulre it has been so long.”


“Yes it has. You felt it too?”


“Yes but I don’t understand.” Morgan was puzzled. It was clear that even though he had been raised under Avalonian tradition, there were many things that he did not understand.


“Seitan Konpaku,” Tulre replied. He began guiding Morgan through the crowd to a point where he could see everything clearly.


“Seitan Konpaku?” Morgan repeated.


“It literally means ‘soul birth’ but it means much more. See?” Tulre pointed out to an open shed. There was a couple kneeling next to a box that was made into a cradle where and infant was sleeping. “Seitan Konpaku is the night when souls are reborn and in particular the soul of Taiyou, the sun, a signal of the end of winter.”


“How can souls be reborn?”


Tulre looked at his friend. He knew how much pain Morgan had gone through and how close he was to his father. He replied, “Seitan Konpaku allows those that have departed to return to their loved ones. It honors those who have died and those that have been born. Often the souls of the departed return in the form that they will assume in their next life. It sounds strange but some souls return due to unfinished business or they have achieved contentment and just want to say hello and various shades in between. Seitan Konpaku teaches us about the cyclical nature of life. The festival lasts seven days and nights but the first night is most important. Tonight is special.”


Morgan listened and watched as the people outside the shed began lighting candles. Others were laying out altars of food and plants such as sandalwood and Judan tree leaves. There were even offerings of Jasilyn blossoms. He had never seen anything like it even though he was familiar with the lessons the specific holidays taught like Yurushi, or the Festival of New Beginnings yet he never delved deeply into it but observing it since he was brought up on Belos. He asked, “What are the candles for?”


Tulre replied, “Rantan. They guide souls to their family’s homes. The offerings of food are for them. A nice gesture. Once the hour strikes, gifts are given that are meant to reflect the potential rebirth of their loved one’s soul.”


Morgan took this all in and then spotted the herders and the tribal advisors he had met. They were at the open shed where the couple and the baby were. He asked, “Why is everyone at that shed?”


Tulre followed the direction of Morgan’s gesture. Seeing the sight, his face curved into a smile and he replied, “They are there because it has been over two thousand years since Taiyou walked this earth. It is the year of Taiyou, the sun and it is written that the child born on this day will be the rebirth of the Guardian of the Sun.”


Morgan knew about the guardians. They were among his favorite stories but this he had never heard of. He knew that his uncle Kirabaros was the Heart of the Guardian but he had been dead since he was a child. “How do you know?”


“The strength of feeling.”


“But I’ve felt it every year. This year was strongest and I even saw a Zhìhuì. A pale gold one with a mischievous twinkle in its eyes.”


Tulre looked at his friend. There was a reason his friend had been summoned and he sensed he knew the answer and wished that Lilah was there to interpret but she was lighting the path to their lodgings. She had told him to go and wait here and not to come back until it was time. He did not know when that would be but when Morgan showed up, he sensed the time was near. It was also surprising to hear that Morgan had seen a Zhìhuì. Such creatures were a rarity and because they were highly revered, it was considered a sign to see one. He remembered when they saw their first years ago. He replied, “Perhaps it is something you must door ask of yourself.”


“What old friend? I mourn my father and my mother must have come this way. What am I to do?”


Tulre shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Ask Taiyou. Only the Guardian of the Sun will know your burden.”


Morgan wanted to ask Tulre what he meant but he closed his mouth and looked at the shed. The couple was kneeling and watching over the baby while people where coming and bringing a gift. He frowned in a puzzled way but he inched his way forward. He did not really have anything that he thought appropriate for a gift until he remembered and put his hand up and clutched the lump under his shirt.


His father had given it to him when he was a boy. It was a strange shape tied onto a piece of leather thong. It was the symbol of Seikatsu, the symbol of life. His father once told him that as long as he wore it, his father would be with him always in his heart where life begins. Morgan remembered this as he approached. He slowly lifted it from around his neck and held it in his hand. He asked a question from within his heart and placed his gift in the baby’s hand. He then turned to leave. He walked back to his friend. Tulre was waiting and asked him, “Did you find what you were looking for?”


“I believe so,” Morgan replied feeling lighter in his heart. “Perhaps Lilah is waiting for us?”


“Aye. She told me to wait and I would know. I guess that is now.” Tulre smiled, happy for his friend. He led Morgan back to where they were staying and where Morgan’s mother was waiting and Morgan was able to tell how he felt all those years.


In the morning, Morgan walked through Shēnghuó to find that people were still in bed. He paid a visit to the shed he was at the night before. It was empty, as if there had been no one there. Morgan could not believe it since there had been piles of gifts and of course the woman and her baby. It was as if no one had been there. He took a few steps forward to investigate when a glimmer from the light caught his eye. He followed it to the empty feed box that served as a cradle. There dangling on the edge was his Seikatsu. He could not bring himself to touch it and stood there staring at it for the longest time.


“It is a gift kiddo.”


Morgan spun around to see who was talking to him. He had to shield his eyes since it seemed that the sun had become brighter in the last few minutes. He could make out a familiar shape but had to asked, “What do you mean?”


The glare reduced to reveal a person that Morgan knew like he knew pazaak. The person replied, “It is a gift. One that was given for yours.”


Morgan replied, “But I gave my Seikatsu because it was the greatest gift I had received from you Father.”


Atton stood there looking as real as a person as he smiled his cocky grin and replied, “And that is why this is being given to you. You gave a gift that was given to you with love and is the most treasured. Easy for anyone to see your heart that way.”


“Not if you’re playing pazaak in the head.” Morgan smiled back. “Father, I-I missed you and I have always been angry. Angry because you left without saying good-bye.”


“I know it’s been hard on you kid. Things are never easy having me for a father. Your mother said that plenty of times before she died. I’m sorry kid.”


“It doesn’t matter now. I know that your time came and it’s one adventure that we all must take. I realized that when I gave Seikatsu away. My guilt washed away and I realized I was angry at myself for not being the son I should have.”


“I couldn’t have asked for a better son.”


Nearby the bells started to chime the hour. Morgan looked in the direction of the sound and back to his father. Atton shook his head and said, “Never enough time to say anything.”


“It’s been more than enough,” Morgan replied. “Seitan Konpaku is on for six more nights. We can still talk. And there’s always the Force,” and he gave a grin.


“Yeah. Perhaps it will be made better now that you kids are together again. It was a mistake to separate you three when you were young but times were different then. You are more than capable.” Atton’s image began to fade away as the bells struck closer towards the hour. He looked around and then back at his son. He said, “It’s not a bad thing kiddo. Really. Like holding a tiebreaker.”


Morgan smiled as he bent to retrieve his Seikatsu. When he stood up, his father was gone. In his place was the Zhìhuì that he had met. It looked at him with that scoundrel’s twinkle in the eyes. He grinned wryly thinking it a nice joke or an irony of sorts that his father be allowed to be reborn within a creature that represented wisdom. It occurred to him that he may never see the child that had been born that past night again but he would always be grateful for the gift that he had given him. He looked at the Zhìhuì and said, “Come on Dad,” and headed back towards Tulre and Lilah’s place. Tulre was right about Seitan Konpaku being a time of rebirth and in its own way one of joy. One rejoices in those around them. It was certainly true when he entered the apartment and Tulre, Lilah and his mother presented him with a new pendant. It was the symbol of Seikatsu and Zhìhuì, almost as if they knew what had just happen. Morgan found that he will always miss his father but being around people he loved kept his spirit alive. That was the true spirit of Seitan Konpaku.





A/N: When I wrote this piece I had no idea where I wanted it to lead but then I started taking bits and pieces from different holidays and woosh I got Seitan Konpaku. The new names I introduce are real names and are a mixture of Chinese and Japanese.

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KOTORNATURAL Teaser: Hyperspace Hurling


"I said get us out of here, not crush us into space dust Shayna!”


“Well you never said to get us out in one piece, Hayim,” Shayna retorted back as she tried an evasive maneuver that only the most daring of pilots would attempt in a stock freighter model.


“I swear if you hurt my baby…”


“Stow it Hayim. I’m driving and there’s nothing you can do about it right now.”


Hayim sat back in his seat in the co-pilot’s chair and scowled silently asking for forgiveness from the ship as it took a beating. They had narrowly escaped the world of Cato Neimoidia after a job had left them in a bad fix with several officials of one of the bridge cities. It involved those officials losing a considerable horde of valuables to rival business owners. In retaliation those officials sent their troopers after them to arrest them. Upon arrival at the docks, they open fired, leaving them no choice but to return fire.


Shayna had run into the cockpit to get the engines fired up and give the automated gun a workout. Hayim stayed outside to draw fire and buy some time. It worked in that the gun was hitting the troopers but not so lucky for him. A lucky shot hit him in the arm forcing him to retreat up the ship’s ramp. So now he was sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, now regretting that his sister had taken the wheel. “You don’t have to prove that Dad taught you how to fly,” he muttered.


“He taught us both and it was your idea that we stop at the purse world because there was a remote hint that he had been there,” Shayna retorted. She had five fighters on their tail. They had to make the jump into hyperspace. The problem was that the fighters had a clear shot at them and a blind jump could end their trip real fast.


“Observation: It would be most efficient to blast the meatbags instead of trying to escape.”


Hayim turned to glare at the rust colored HK-47 droid that had been nothing but trouble ever since their older brother insisted that they take him along with the astromech that their father left behind. He replied, “How about I space you out the airlock?”


“Statement: A welcome cruelty. Ah just like Master.”


“Don’t encourage him,” Shayna added. “Plot in a course for anywhere even in the middle of a nest gundarks. We may have to make this one blind.”


Hayim was searching through the navicomputer when T3 beeped. Hayim swerved to glance at the droid and replied, “You don’t have to give me a lecture T3. I know the risks of a blind jump: flying through a star, bouncing too close to a supernova…as if we didn’t have enough problems.”


T3 beeped a reply. HK spoke, “Statement: The Master’s spawn harbors delusions of grandeur thinking he can plot coordinates faster than you.”


“I am NOT delusional you bucket of bolts!” Hayim retorted.


“Statement: Oh yes the Master’s spawn thinks himself a hunter. Obviously not of superior craftsmanship like me.”


Hayim scowled and retorted, “At least I am not an assassin.”


“Statement: If you wish to argue semantics then observe that you are wrong.”


Whatever Hayim was going to say was overrun by a sudden ricking of the ship. Hayim turned to look at Shayna who was busy concentrating on the flying. Looking closer, Hayim thought he saw a flicker of mischief in her eyes. She kept her eyes forward as she said, “Funny how those fighters know when to shoot. Makes me wonder.”


Hayim scowled at his sister. He checked the scanners, “They’re gaining on us sis.”


He was not wrong there. The fighters were assuming a formation and were steadily gaining. They were really on a roll. Looking up ahead he saw several more fighters coming straight at them to cut them off. He knew Shayna saw them and she had that look in her eyes. He said, “I hope you aren’t going to do what I think you are going to.” She better not play chicken with them.


“Observation: I believe the spawn of the Republic Meatbag is going to engage in unadulterated violence. Oh how my processor quiver.”


“Can it HK.” Shayna was intent as she continued to play chicken with the fighters heading towards them. She knew that they were taking direct hits from the fighters and it was confirmed by the alarm sounding. Dad would say to do it no matter what.


“That’s the deflector shield. If you hurt my baby…”


Hayim never finished his remark for Shayna executed a 90-degree downward turn so suddenly that it took the retort out of his mouth. There was an explosion behind them as the ship righted itself. He scanned, “No fighters.” He looked at his sister, “That was one of the most stupidest things you ever did.”


“Yeah and your ‘baby’ is okay for the most part. Force Hayim, it’s just a ship.”


“Just a ship? This is a ChevI-67, a work of art.” Hayim looked wounded that his sister would be so callous about the ship that their father had bought on a whim and had left them. “Besides it’s the only thing that’ll get us to where we need to go to find Dad.”


A hard shudder ran through the ship. “Dammit! I thought we had gotten them all,” Shayna said as she reverted back to evasive maneuvers. “They must be really pissed that we ‘lost’ their treasure.”


“Can’t blame them seeing as how they are some of the wealthiest officials. And we did melt it down to vanquish that creature demon.”


“Statement: Ah yes, the wonderful display of carnage.”


Another boom sounded and the ship rocked violently. Hayim reported, “Direct hit. Sis if you can make a blind jump better make it now otherwise we’re space dust.”


Shayna grumbled trying to think about what to do. They would be space dust anyway if she made a blind jump and got them killed. She tried to think about what she could do when some coordinates came to mind. She punched them in rapidly. “Here goes nothing.”


The ship launched into hyperspace just as it was hit upon by the enemy ship. It felt like a kid shaking a toy around, the way how the ship rocked. There were nasty creaking noises as it flew through hyperspace. T3 was beeping something about hull integrity while Shayna was worried about keeping the ship steady. “I know T3. I know,” Shayna said. “We have a leak in the hyperdrive and I have overloads in several systems.”


“At this rate, we could be hurled out of hyperspace and into something else or stop dead like when space pirates attack the ships on the lanes,” Hayim replied.


“Well thank you for being so helpful.”


“Just doing my part.”


Shayna scowled as a warning light went on. “Great. Hold on, this could be rough.”




“I know don’t hurt Chevy.”


The ship shuddered violently and parts were creaking. Some bits of the hull broke off but T3 managed to activate emergency lockdowns of the affected areas. Shayna was trying desperately to hold on when something happened. It was as if someone or something took over the ship and helds its course. Shayna said nothing but kept her hands on the stick. She felt something was there. Then, as if it could not hold out much longer, the ship violently thrust itself out of hyperspace into normal space as if it were a ball. It hurtled through space for some distance and then slowly garnered to a stop till it was drifting.


Red lights filled the cockpit with their blinking. Hayim sat up in his seat and looked around. The smell of smoke filled his nostrils from the panels that had been sparking. T3 looked like he was fine and HK, well, it looked like the droid got tossed around a bit. Hayim gave a slight smile at that since he had little to no love for the droid. He then looked at the pilot’s seat to check on his sister.


Shayna was leaning heavily on the panel and her eyes were closed. For a minute Hayim thought that she was dead but then she opened them and slowly sat up. There was a thin line of blood running down her left temple and there was plenty of dirt smudged all over her face. Hayim asked, “You all right?”


“Yeah, just a minor headache. You?”


“Just peachy. Droids are okay too.”


“And your baby is more or less in one piece.”


Hayim scowled, “If you mean a few hull breaches as being in one piece…”


“Hey, we’re alive and that’s important,” Shayna countered, “Besides we need to find out where we are and find a planet where we can make some repairs.”


“Right. T3 can you scan for a planet?”


T3 warbled a reply and got to work. Hayim checked the systems of the ship before saying, “That was some fancy flying you did through hyperspace. Never knew you’ve been practicing.”


Shayna grew quiet and then said, “Hayim, that wasn’t me.”


Hayim looked at his sister and then something caught his eye. “You wanna run that by me again?”


“It wasn’t me. It was like someone else was piloting the ship.”


Hayim didn’t say anything for T3 warbled stating that there was an unnamed planet nearby and there were life signs on the surface. “Well there’s a planet. Now maybe once we land you can tell me how it was not you flying Chevy.”






Shayna turned her right wrist to reveal the underside. The tattoo that she had since she was a baby was making a strange glow. Hayim peered at it and felt alarm. Dad said that something was up with the tat. What if it’s the thing that took mom? Out loud he said, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

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