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Kennith looked over at Kezz as he walked over to him and Temple.
It was clear that the ship wasn’t going to go anywhere, at least anytime soon

"Well who ever attacked them can still…

"Well, it looks like we’re gonna find out," Kaliyo said. "I’ll have a talk with Doc and find out what exactly happened. He’s sure to know who attacked their ship.”

Kezz nodded, and Kaliyo left the bridge. Why would a Jedi’s father give Kennith his blaster? There was definitely a story there…and was it connected to that Corellian account?

Hours later, Lokin received word from his counterpart on the freighter. “Master Guss reports that the patients are stable, although the Jedi is still in the kolto tank. If you wish to see them—” he glanced at Kennith, “—now might be a good time.”

Kennith looked up from his work when lokin spoke about the others condition. He didn’t say anything but nodded his head. Making sure to have the blaster with him he got ready for the ships to connect so he could cross over.
Once he was on the other side he waited quitely for Ixchelle to exit the tank.

While Kennith went to Star’s medbay, Kezz, Star and Rikk went over to the Defender. Kezz wanted to look for any clues to pinpoint the identity of the attackers, He automatically went into his Special Investigator’s mode.

"Looks like they really trashed the place," Rikk commented. "I’m gonna work on the thrusters; we can stabilize our drift."

"Even if they didn’t find what they were looking for, they cleaned out the place of any valuables," Star added. "I don’t think I’ve seen a place picked so clean."

Kezz brought up the security monitors, but the records had been wiped, coldly and efficiently.

Whoever attacked the Defender knew exactly what they were doing.

Kennith waited watching Ixchelle closely before his thoughts wanderd off to the blaster. If these people had attacked Ixchelle to look for something related to the code on the blaster then maybe that’s why it had been given it. Nobody would of ever guessed that an Imp with no blood ties to the family would of been given a code for some account.

Kennith smiled some at the thought and stood up and knocked gently on the kolto tank. “Come on Ixchelle, I think you have a few answers for me. “

Ixchelle’s eyes fluttered, then shot open in surprise as she saw who was at the other side of the glass. Guss Tuno, Star’s medic, came in and said, “Ah, she’s awake. Let’s get her out of the tank. I’m sure you two need to have a chat.”

Fifteen minutes later, Ixchelle managed to get most of the kolto out of her hair and eyes. “What are you doing here, Cipher? And where’s Doc? I swear, if you have anything to do—” She broke off, and gazed at him. “You didn’t attack us. You…rescued us?”

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"Yeah, my family’s crazy, but not that insane.” Delanie shrugged. “We’re…

Delanie nodded and smirked. “I always leave myself a backdoor in case of trouble.” She pointed at the wall behind the camera. “Lemme get back there…”

She stepped behind Kennith and traced a seam in the prefab wall, right were the camera was mounted. A few taps later, that seam expanded from floor to ceiling, and the wall popped open slightly. She shoved it out of the way to reveal a hidden alleyway right behind the wall.

"This way," she said, unholstering her blasters. "Watch where you step. The alley’s riddled with security traps, but I can get you guys out safely."

Both agents were suprised to see the wall pop out like so. If not for Delanie showing the they would of never found the escape route.

“After you then.” Kennith said as Goa came to follow behind him. Keeping their blasters up and at the ready they followed Delanie keeping an eye out for the SIS agents who were after them.

Delanie ushered the down the alleyway, deactivating each trap and resetting it once they were clear. She raised her hand several times when she thought she heard a suspicious noise. Minutes later, she signaled the all-clear and they went on.

She checked her scanners. Without the dampeners in the warehouse, the blips came through loud and clear. SIS frequency. KNEW these two guys weren’t part of them. Looks like they’re some sort of fugitives.

A shadow moved around the corner and Delanie’s blasters came up. It resolved itself into a familiar Zabrak mercenary.

"This way," Akaavi Spar said. "Captain, they’re coming from all sides of the sector."

Both had a feeling that their luck was about to run out as they followed Delanie through the alleyway. Keeping their blasters ready though when one of Delanie ‘s people showed they had to restrain themselves from following through. “How much further Delanie? ” Kennith asked as he managed to steal a glace at the sensor. This wasn’t good their gig was up and soon it would come down to either a shoot out or a wild chase. Either way though there was still the SIS after them.

In response, Akaavi ushered them all into the basement of a completely different building. She and Delanie slammed the doors shut and bolted them. Delanie flipped the cover off a pad in the wall and typed in a code. The overhead lights came on red, then turned green.

"We should be able to wait them out here. Akaavi, are the scramblers and dampeners up on full? Whoever’s after us was able to zero in on the warehouse."

The Zabak nodded and smiled, showing teeth. “I am gratified that Risha insisted on the latest Czerka security upgrade. If they come here, they have more luck than you do, Captain.”

Delanie rolled her eyes, then she addressed the duo. “As long as we keep quiet-like, we should be able to wait them out. The thing is, we can’t send out any signals or they’ll try to trace us again. We’ve got enough supplies in this safehouse for several days, so…”

breastforce:

the origons of Ouija boards are funny if you think about it like they’re part of an another country (China)’s ancient history that was practiced until one emporer decided “You know what this is probably a bad idea” and banned the practice. 

then centuries later an old buisnessman comes along and is like “I’m going to take this and market it as a toy to children.”

Which is the exact plot of Yu-Gi-Oh

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Dream: Kris/Tsu

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Tsu felt suspended in air, just floating with the Force. It was quite a nice feeling, hovering between the sky and the ground. Bright colors surrounded her, with dark greys and tones in between. She wished Kris was able to see the colors like she could. It was just astounding.

Then gravity began pulling her downwards, through the rainbow-clouds and back to solid footing. It started slowly, then she fell faster and faster. Her heart was in her throat, and she opened her mouth to scream…

She jerked awake to find herself lying on a soft mattress, under a comforter. Where am I? I don’t remember—

The door creaked open and a dark-skinned child cautiously poked her head out. The girl wore a Miralukan mask, similar to what Kris wore. Her long dark hair was neatly braided into a bun at the back of her head.

Tsu stared at her. It was like looking into a mirror…almost.

"Momma?"

Krispin smiled as his daughter clinged onto her mother. Their daughter was never without one of them and he was happy that Shiroi was taking this whole predicament so well. She then couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he saw her nod with such enthusiasm that her hair fell out of their buns so the curls could bounce so freely.

“It does seem like forever since we’ve seen them.” Kris commented after thinking for a moment and then looked to Shiroi. “Baby girl, why don’t you go pack a bag of things you’ll need to go?” He said ruffling her hair gently.

Shiroi took off like a rocket, eager to be going to Tython. Tsu chuckled and shook her head. So much like Kris, indeed.

Morroyo sighed and said, “We’ll re-trace your steps as much as you can remember it, Tsunama. Hopefully, we can pinpoint the exact time of your memory loss.”

Krispin chuckled along with Tsunama as he watched their daughter dart off like a small kitten chasing their first mouse. “Be careful!” He called after her.

Kris smiled softly. He wanted to hide his worry but he was finding it slightly difficult. He took a small breath. “Don’t you worry, love, we’ll get to the bottom of this together.” He said brushing some of her hair from her face.

She sighed at his touch. Tsu liked the prospect of she and Kris getting together; she never believed it would happen because of the Jedi ban on emotional attachments. Something had changed, for the better, and she was glad of it.

Morroyo excused himself to arrange for transport to Tython, leaving them alone. Tsu smiled and said quietly, “Thank you…for your support, Kris. I’m sure this is as difficult for you as it is for me.”

Hearing hr sigh made him as well. Perhaps they were like yawns, contagious. But the moment she had sighed he withdrew his hand. He didn’t want her more uncomfortable then she already was. He sighed again, but then he smiled softly again. He was going to fix this or find out who had done this.

He took her hand in his. “I would support you in anything you chose to do.” He replied softly. He then chuckled a tad bit uneasily. “It’s like we’re back at the beginning again…”

She nodded. Back at the beginning…it is the beginning for me. All kinds of awkward, trying to verbalize feelings that were strange and forbidden, but wonderful. Worrying about the reactions of her fellow Jedi…obviously, the reactions weren’t as bad as she’d feared, if Master Yuon and Master Syo approved of them.

She was warming up to being married to Kris. His shy, uneasy smile broke her heart. The woman he loved was not here, not completely.

But it didn’t mean they couldn’t start again and rebuild from there.

And to do that, they needed to go to Tython.

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Former Marine turned photographer Joel Parés’ series Judging America used real people dressed as stereotypes to remind us to not judge a person based on their tattoos, clothing, ethnicity, profession, or sexual orientation, but on their merits.

Seeing your own name on the book cover is like hearing your book saying, ‘Hi. Thanks for writing me!’

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