~Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Your Presence is Demanded.
Published Wednesday, March 15, 2006.
[Noel's godchildren have been threatened. He's picking them up and escaping, which coincides with a summons by his semi-estranged grandmother.]
One nice thing about the independant spirit of dantooine is that I didn't need to hide my approach as I landed. Colin was sleeping in the back and I didn't bother waking him. I was pretty sure this was the last bit of flying I'd be able to do for a while. Z. wouldn't tell me who was threatening the kids... probably because she knows I'd tear the place apart tracking them down. Dosen't matter... tactically B. is a good man and he'll follow the intel where I can't. I hated leaving Devia, but I'm not sure where this is taking me and I can't risk her being held by my blood relatives as yet more leverage against me... she made me promise to give her a day without the troubles of the war when I get back... "An idea to keep you warm out in the rim," she said, "and to make you hurry back." Hurry back I will...
Gran summoned me to actually meet her. Demanded really, though it was couched in formal language from a century ago. It will be the first time I meet her face to face. The contact I've had with the clans has always been a bit strained as my family has removed themselves from Iridonia. I claimed the titles of my parents, but never had the legitimacy that a blood elder could give me. Now I have found that the eldest of my clan is a manipulative, aging, calculating crone that has pulled the strings since long before my parents died. Nicolye says she's pushing 220 cycles, three times the average life expectancy of our kind... if true I wonder what price she's paid for that. I tried to record her holo the last time she contacted me... but the encryption level was like nothing I'd ever seen, and I've sliced the best. They've given us a berth...
The sky is dark, which is appropriate... Z. handed over the young one, the eight year old picked up on the mood but was happy to see Colin again. I think he sees more flying lessons in his future. I quietly offered to put all three of them on The Crucible and go use the tactics the Alliance taught me when I was young, but she silenced me quietly, thanked me and watched us take off. A few weeks in the debris field... I'll come back in my fighter if I can. She trusts Colin enough that I can probably leave them in his care once they are comfortable. But the difficulties with my Gran mean I have to make sure of where his loyalties lie. I won't put E. in danger of being manipulated either.
The nursery droids are on board.... she watched the whole time, barely responding to my assurances and the kiss on her cheek.
Mentally I said, "I'll keep them safe, sis.... always."
One nice thing about the independant spirit of dantooine is that I didn't need to hide my approach as I landed. Colin was sleeping in the back and I didn't bother waking him. I was pretty sure this was the last bit of flying I'd be able to do for a while. Z. wouldn't tell me who was threatening the kids... probably because she knows I'd tear the place apart tracking them down. Dosen't matter... tactically B. is a good man and he'll follow the intel where I can't. I hated leaving Devia, but I'm not sure where this is taking me and I can't risk her being held by my blood relatives as yet more leverage against me... she made me promise to give her a day without the troubles of the war when I get back... "An idea to keep you warm out in the rim," she said, "and to make you hurry back." Hurry back I will...
Gran summoned me to actually meet her. Demanded really, though it was couched in formal language from a century ago. It will be the first time I meet her face to face. The contact I've had with the clans has always been a bit strained as my family has removed themselves from Iridonia. I claimed the titles of my parents, but never had the legitimacy that a blood elder could give me. Now I have found that the eldest of my clan is a manipulative, aging, calculating crone that has pulled the strings since long before my parents died. Nicolye says she's pushing 220 cycles, three times the average life expectancy of our kind... if true I wonder what price she's paid for that. I tried to record her holo the last time she contacted me... but the encryption level was like nothing I'd ever seen, and I've sliced the best. They've given us a berth...
The sky is dark, which is appropriate... Z. handed over the young one, the eight year old picked up on the mood but was happy to see Colin again. I think he sees more flying lessons in his future. I quietly offered to put all three of them on The Crucible and go use the tactics the Alliance taught me when I was young, but she silenced me quietly, thanked me and watched us take off. A few weeks in the debris field... I'll come back in my fighter if I can. She trusts Colin enough that I can probably leave them in his care once they are comfortable. But the difficulties with my Gran mean I have to make sure of where his loyalties lie. I won't put E. in danger of being manipulated either.
The nursery droids are on board.... she watched the whole time, barely responding to my assurances and the kiss on her cheek.
Mentally I said, "I'll keep them safe, sis.... always."
Listening...
Published Wednesday, March 08, 2006.
[Noelyci is talking telepathically to Sh., A friend and sometime student who has lost her vision on her recent adventures and is recovering in a village on Dathomir.]
I went back to Dathomir, I had sensed Sh. when I was in the middle of rescuing I. with Devia. It was time to check in with her, I had the impression she was safe but it's always best to follow up. Piloting the small unmarked fighter through the Imperial interdiction was no problem... was actually relaxing to use those skills again.
I set up camp in a small clearing... near the old cleansed Jedi shrine Z. had shown me so many years ago... the one I showed Sh. to tie to if she needed more energy.
The link was weak.... she was drawing from her reserves rather then the flow.
"I'm not getting visual impressions... are you hurt? I've missed our chats, do you need a hand?"
"Noel? Not hurt... was poisoned. I'm safe... but I don't know where I am... I can't see."
I hope the vision didn't destroy her eyes... she had beautiful piercing eyes... the kind that held compassion until they couldn't anymore.
"Time to learn to see another way Sh. The way you showed me with your toy... if you can feel each grain of sand in the little globe then you can tell me where you are."
The connection faded away for awhile... although I could still feel the effort. She let me know that she was in a village. There were good impressions near her... people who were taking care of her. And a uniquely bright source of the force... a little girl... young woman really... full of curiosity and concern...
"I do think I'm safe Noel..."
"I have some quick advice, the snowflakes are moving in on this camping spot... Dath has an interesting affect that I'll leave you to discover... but mind the balance... and listen for the trees. I'll come get you when I can and you're ready, or send someone I trust."
She gave me a final warning to pass on to G. concerning the one who poisoned her. I think it surprised her when I offered to remove the problem permanently. It surprises many when they find out I'm willing to remove people without a second thought. But honestly it is what I've been trained to do. I spent my life living in the shadows. Being in the light is something new. I will take it on as a method of balance, it cannot be personal to me... it never was. I don't mind being the instrument that allows them to maintain their own balance, avoid their own use of skills in anger, As long as it's necessary.
Listening to the trees on Dathomir is an interesting experience... hard to describe because they don't talk to everyone, and they don't say the same things to everyone. They exist as a kind of historical record of the flow... recording the force and its fluctuations as they record the amount of moisture in the rings of their trunks. The thing I've learned from them is that the balance always returns. It may take many lifetimes to do so, but it is a pendulum that swings... a scale that tips. There are trees here, twisted by their proximity to the hate and evil that exists in large pockets... but then there are trees here twisted by their proximity to passive thought as well. Taken as a whole the forests of Dathomir tell a story and epic that few ever get the chance to understand...
I went back to Dathomir, I had sensed Sh. when I was in the middle of rescuing I. with Devia. It was time to check in with her, I had the impression she was safe but it's always best to follow up. Piloting the small unmarked fighter through the Imperial interdiction was no problem... was actually relaxing to use those skills again.
I set up camp in a small clearing... near the old cleansed Jedi shrine Z. had shown me so many years ago... the one I showed Sh. to tie to if she needed more energy.
The link was weak.... she was drawing from her reserves rather then the flow.
"I'm not getting visual impressions... are you hurt? I've missed our chats, do you need a hand?"
"Noel? Not hurt... was poisoned. I'm safe... but I don't know where I am... I can't see."
I hope the vision didn't destroy her eyes... she had beautiful piercing eyes... the kind that held compassion until they couldn't anymore.
"Time to learn to see another way Sh. The way you showed me with your toy... if you can feel each grain of sand in the little globe then you can tell me where you are."
The connection faded away for awhile... although I could still feel the effort. She let me know that she was in a village. There were good impressions near her... people who were taking care of her. And a uniquely bright source of the force... a little girl... young woman really... full of curiosity and concern...
"I do think I'm safe Noel..."
"I have some quick advice, the snowflakes are moving in on this camping spot... Dath has an interesting affect that I'll leave you to discover... but mind the balance... and listen for the trees. I'll come get you when I can and you're ready, or send someone I trust."
She gave me a final warning to pass on to G. concerning the one who poisoned her. I think it surprised her when I offered to remove the problem permanently. It surprises many when they find out I'm willing to remove people without a second thought. But honestly it is what I've been trained to do. I spent my life living in the shadows. Being in the light is something new. I will take it on as a method of balance, it cannot be personal to me... it never was. I don't mind being the instrument that allows them to maintain their own balance, avoid their own use of skills in anger, As long as it's necessary.
Listening to the trees on Dathomir is an interesting experience... hard to describe because they don't talk to everyone, and they don't say the same things to everyone. They exist as a kind of historical record of the flow... recording the force and its fluctuations as they record the amount of moisture in the rings of their trunks. The thing I've learned from them is that the balance always returns. It may take many lifetimes to do so, but it is a pendulum that swings... a scale that tips. There are trees here, twisted by their proximity to the hate and evil that exists in large pockets... but then there are trees here twisted by their proximity to passive thought as well. Taken as a whole the forests of Dathomir tell a story and epic that few ever get the chance to understand...
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