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Adwynyth
09.19.2012 , 11:54 PM | #191
OH SNAP!

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Rabbarabba
09.20.2012 , 01:07 AM | #192
So... quinn didn't actually kill captain, captain is naked now... but not dead, right?

I can see how you would have trouble writing this up at this point, there are so many possible paths, yet so few that would make much sense... and of course i can't wait, so hurry up


and the possibility of Quinn using his new power to body hop sounds like it could be fun to play with... i figure he took over the cloned body with no resistance, it would have no mind of its own, but i can imagine him taking over another persons body if he could mentally overpower them, similar to the situation when he shared a body with captain and malavai.

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Milchmaus
09.20.2012 , 09:36 AM | #193
F*ck, now I'm like "Go on, go on, GO OOOOOOOOOON" all over again

SITH HAPPENS

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iamthehoyden
09.20.2012 , 11:56 AM | #194
This is really interesting. You almost lost me when you blew Jaesa up and had the Captain kill Malavai. Almost. Cause I find the world to be too full of ugly as it is and refuse to allow tragedy for tragedy's sake into my reading material. (Plus I find easy tragedy as unsatisfying as a deus ex machina. Hamlet - satisfying tragedy. City of Angels - w t f.) But you didn't let it end there, so I'm really curious to see what you do with this.

This bit here:
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“Best hide and seek game EVER!” the boy piped happily.
I had a couple happy tears going on. Tears are fairly easy to set off, but happy tears? My hat's off to you, those are hard, because it takes skill to make people care about your characters, have believable awful things happen, and then believable recovery.

Also, I really love the character development you have going on. I hate game-Quinn. Hate him with a fiery stinking passion. Your Qx3 is wonderful. They/he makes sense and the characterizations are really well done. I'm completely hooked on seeing how he all comes together. Jaesa is so flawed in such an interesting, real way, and I really want to see how she grows and what type of person she becomes. I loved when Quinn pyschoanalyzed her to the Captain. It was unexpected and right.

In short, I want to hug Malavai, cheer on the Captain, and smack Quinn (or maybe wink at him, I'm just not sure, lol).

Impressed and looking forward to more.
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
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irishfino
09.21.2012 , 01:16 PM | #195
Quote: Originally Posted by Adwynyth View Post
OH SNAP!
"Oh snap", indeed. >:]

Quote: Originally Posted by Rabbarabba View Post
So... quinn didn't actually kill captain, captain is naked now... but not dead, right?

I can see how you would have trouble writing this up at this point, there are so many possible paths, yet so few that would make much sense... and of course i can't wait, so hurry up

and the possibility of Quinn using his new power to body hop sounds like it could be fun to play with... i figure he took over the cloned body with no resistance, it would have no mind of its own, but i can imagine him taking over another persons body if he could mentally overpower them, similar to the situation when he shared a body with captain and malavai.
You'll just have to wait and see if the Captain survives.

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F*ck, now I'm like "Go on, go on, GO OOOOOOOOOON" all over again
I shall go on.

Quote: Originally Posted by iamthehoyden View Post
This is really interesting. You almost lost me when you blew Jaesa up and had the Captain kill Malavai. Almost. Cause I find the world to be too full of ugly as it is and refuse to allow tragedy for tragedy's sake into my reading material. (Plus I find easy tragedy as unsatisfying as a deus ex machina. Hamlet - satisfying tragedy. City of Angels - w t f.) But you didn't let it end there, so I'm really curious to see what you do with this.

This bit here:
Quote:
“Best hide and seek game EVER!” the boy piped happily.
I had a couple happy tears going on. Tears are fairly easy to set off, but happy tears? My hat's off to you, those are hard, because it takes skill to make people care about your characters, have believable awful things happen, and then believable recovery.

Also, I really love the character development you have going on. I hate game-Quinn. Hate him with a fiery stinking passion. Your Qx3 is wonderful. They/he makes sense and the characterizations are really well done. I'm completely hooked on seeing how he all comes together. Jaesa is so flawed in such an interesting, real way, and I really want to see how she grows and what type of person she becomes. I loved when Quinn pyschoanalyzed her to the Captain. It was unexpected and right.

In short, I want to hug Malavai, cheer on the Captain, and smack Quinn (or maybe wink at him, I'm just not sure, lol).

Impressed and looking forward to more.
I'm glad you're enjoying this. A lot of people seem to like little Malavai.
I'm adorable.
There's that. I try to make my characters feel like real people and I'm glad I'm able to convey that and elicit emotional responses. It makes me a happy author


Thanks for reading everyone!
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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irishfino
09.21.2012 , 01:17 PM | #196
He didn’t want to do this, but Quinn was waiting just beyond the door. He couldn’t overpower Quinn any longer and this was the only way. The only way to get things to stop collapsing around him. The only way to get his mind pieced back together. And Malavai wouldn’t stop screaming and banging on the door. He had to get him to stop. He needed to think. He needed silence. Just for a little while.

The room Malavai was trapped in was cold and dark. Sadness permeated every corner. Malavai was curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing for all he was worth. He wanted to leave this place. When the door finally opened, he was so happy and when the Captain stepped in he nearly jumped into his arms. Then the door slid shut behind the Captain and hope drained from him.

“Malavai, come here,” the Captain said flatly.

The Captain knelt down as Malavai crawled over to him. He motioned for the boy to stand.

“What’s wrong?” Malavai asked quietly.

The Captain opened his arms wordlessly. Malavai stared at him for a brief moment before slowly moving into the Captain’s arms. Something was off. He could feel it.

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” the Captain said softly.

“I’ll be okay,” said Malavai.

“No, Malavai, you won’t.” The Captain shifted his wrist and drew a hidden blade. “I’m so sorry.”

Malavai gasped quietly as the knife slid between his ribs.

“I – I’ll come back for you,” Malavai whispered into the darkness.

“You can’t come back from this,” the Captain sobbed. “I’m sorry, Malavai. I couldn’t protect you.”

“It’s alright,” the boy said weakly. “I promise I’ll come back…”

Malavai went limp in the Captain’s arms and he shuddered as the cold of the room seeped into his every fiber. Malavai was always naďve. He couldn’t come back from death in this place. There was no coming back from death in this place. There was nothing to come back to. Only darkness. Only cold. Emptiness.

Carefully, the Captain laid Malavai on the floor. Thankfully, his eyes were already closed. It made this easier, to not have to look into the eyes of the one he fought so long to protect as life’s mark slowly faded. He was vaguely aware of the door opening and Quinn stepping in.

“Remarkable,” Quinn said quietly. “I wasn’t sure you could actually do it. You continue to surprise me, Captain.”

“That is little comfort,” the Captain replied tonelessly.

“Oh, I’m not trying to comfort you. I daresay I never will.” A flicker of movement in the corner caught Quinn’s eye. “Come along, Captain, before the ghosts in this room consume you.”

The Captain was slow to stand, his eyes still focused on Malavai’s body.

“Hurry up,” Quinn said, agitated by the movement in the corner.

“Just a moment,” the Captain murmured then he stooped, gathered Malavai into his arms, and left the room.

Quinn glared at the Captain. He was still rather protective of Malavai, even in death. It was just as well, it gave him something to focus on while Quinn was free to do whatever he pleased. And it pleased him to do a great many things.



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I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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Soteirian
09.21.2012 , 02:11 PM | #197
This is not a good week for Quinn...

Warning: contains spoiler for other story threads.
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irishfino
09.22.2012 , 06:04 PM | #198
Quote: Originally Posted by Soteirian View Post
This is not a good week for Quinn...

Warning: contains spoiler for other story threads.
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Heh, yeah, he's had a bad week.


Thanks for reading everyone!
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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irishfino
09.22.2012 , 06:11 PM | #199
EDIT: Forgot a large chunk of the beginning. Whoops.

It had been two years since then. Two years since the death of Malavai. Two years since the separation of the Captain and Quinn. Two years since Jaesa started her search for the Captain and Quinn and two years since Malavai moved into a space in her head. She had trained for this very moment, fought through the pain of recovery, and chased down the demons of her past to be alive here to face him. She made her move and waited for him to fall before her might.

“I win,” Malavai said happily.

“What?” Jaesa asked quietly. She looked at the board again. Damn, he had outmaneuvered her. “You’re good at Dejarik.”

“I had a lot of practice growing up,” Malavai said solemnly. “How far are we from the last known location?”

“Not far.”

Malavai made a thoughtful noise and turned to one of the many screens in Jaesa’s new and improved control center.

“Do you feel something?”

“Yes,” Malavai said quietly. His eyes widened. “There’s… there’s two of them!”

“Two of who?” Jaesa asked, confused.

“Something isn’t right,” Malavai said flatly. “Be on your guard, I’ll monitor the situation from here.”

Jaesa nodded brusquely then went to the main controls. Little Malavai slipped into his older self’s trademark parade rest and monitored the screens with the attentiveness of a man ten times his age.

Jaesa led Pierce and Vette through the dunes to the area Malavai had identified as most likely containing Quinn. She had waited for this day for far too long.

***

Taub hadn’t been Chieftain long, but he had earned the title through sheer willingness to fight the Sith that constantly attacked the village. The Sith was annoying. He stole water, supplies, food, whatever he could get his Sithy little hands on and, worst of all, he constantly killed villagers in search of someone. There was something about this Sith that drew emotions from him. Normally he was calm and calculating, leading his tribe to water and food. But the Sith returned every three days like clockwork, screaming something about a man he was looking for. He sliced down women and children without discrimination.

Taub climbed to a nearby cliff and settled in to his preferred sniping position and waited. The Sith did not disappoint. This time, the Sith’s focus was steered somewhere else. Taub moved his eye from his scope and looked. Three speeders were approaching their encampment. That could only spell trouble. He left his sniper rifle trained on the Sith and hurried to the loose sand near the bottom of the cliff. He tapped the ground with his Gaffi stick and sunk into the sand to the tunnels below. He had to move quickly to head off these newcomers and defeat the Sith once more. He followed the noise of the speeders until they came to an obvious stop. He tapped the sand above him and pushed his Gaffi stick through until his head emerged from the sand. The Sith and another Sith were locked in a lightsaber battle while two other strangers looked on, their guns drawn and ready to fire. Taub ducked back into the tunnels and headed toward the village center to evacuate the women and children and warn the males guarding the village that the Sith had returned.

***

Fighting Quinn was a lot like fighting a mirror. He countered, he dodged, he struck, he stepped back and parried and thrust matching Jaesa’s style blow for blow. She was as predictable as always. Strike to the left, spin around and aim for the right. Feint. Force push. All stoppable, all avoidable, all too easy. He pressed his attack, driving Jaesa back toward the speeders keeping her between him and her support. They wouldn’t fire with her in the way. A shot rang out in the distance and pierced the sand between the two fighters. Quinn turned his attention to the cliff and grinned. His old friend Taub had returned. He was as predictable as Jaesa. A quick sweep of her legs and a slash to the thigh downed her and kept her down. Pierce and Vette laid down suppressive fire and Quinn blocked the bolts as he ran toward the cliff. He wanted Taub to come down and play. He wouldn’t break his toys. Too much.

Taub didn’t disappoint. Instead of leaving the cliff through the tunnels, he jumped down to the sand below. The sand beneath him rippled and reached out to Quinn, grabbing his ankles and rooting him to the spot.

“Learned a new trick?” Quinn hissed. “I like it!”

Taub charged, his Gaffi stick poised for a blow. Quinn didn’t dodge, he just stood there, grinning manically. Taub brought the stick down in a wide arc and hit Quinn across the face. Quinn shouted and stumbled briefly. The hit had done what he desired; it freed him from the sand trap. Now he was free to strike back. He pressed forward, driving Taub back blow by blow.

“And you have a new, lightsaber resistant weapon!” Quinn shouted over the din of their weapons clashing. “You Sand People learn after all!”

Taub grunted something at Quinn and drove the Sith’s back toward the three strangers. They were enemies of the Sith and that’s all that mattered.

“Damn it,” Jaesa hissed quietly.

“It’s alright, just a slash. It’ll heal quickly,” Vette said rapidly as she tended to Jaesa’s wound.

That wasn’t the point. That wasn’t the point at all. She had trained for this. She had fought simulations of Quinn day after day after day to get over this… whatever she was feeling. It had taken her a year. A year to finally deliver the killing blow to the fake Quinn, but she had done it. And she kept doing it until Syla deemed her ready to stop the attacks on Tatooine.

“Pierce,” Jaesa said firmly. “Take the shot.”

“With pleasure,” Pierce said gruffly.

Pierce took cover behind one of the speeders and carefully aimed at Quinn’s back. The bastard deserved to be shot in the face, but an immobilizing shot could get them in close enough to enjoy the look of surprise on his pasty face. Pierce charged a cell and fired, aiming between Quinn’s shoulder blades. At the last second, Quinn ducked away and the shot hit Taub in the chest. Taub fell with a screeching grunt.

Quinn, now free to fight whomever, turned and charged. He deflected bolt after bolt, sending them back at the shooter. The speeders took most of the damage, but two stray bolts hit Pierce in the arm and he dropped his rifle.

“Well, well, well,” Quinn said flatly. “It’s nice to see you again, Pierce. Vette. And,” he paused, “Jaesa,” he said slowly, caressing her name with sick delight.

Jaesa scowled and made her way to her feet. Her leg ached, but she let it fuel her anger. Quinn grinned wolfishly.

“You’ve fallen,” he said excitedly. “Finally threw away your Jedi ways for the joy of the dark side. The result is better than I could have ever imagined, though I do recommend changing the make-up a bit. Purple is a bit much.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Jaesa growled.

“I love it when you flirt.”

Jaesa growled and drew the power of the dark side to her. She would kill him this time. She would end his reign of terror, even if it cost her the Captain.

Taub lay on the ground for a few dizzying moments before slipping under the sand to the tunnels below. Most of the blast had been absorbed by his coverings and light armor, but he could smell singed flesh through his breathing apparatus. He made his way to where the two Sith were fighting. They were moving quickly. The lighter stepping Sith was the female he had seen. He could tell her attacks were weakening the longer she and the male Sith fought. He followed their progress slowly, his Gaffi stick touching the ceiling, waiting for the right moment. The lighter Sith faltered and Taub shot through the sand just as Quinn brought his saber down for the killing blowing.

Jaesa gasped as Taub burst through the ground between her and Quinn, almost as if he was protecting her. He immediately went on the offensive, delivering harsh blow after blow until Quinn lost his saber then his head. Taub watched the body fall then searched him for useful materials. The Sith never carried much, but his saber parts would fetch a good price on the right market. After searching the body and recovering the saber, Taub approached the downed Sith. Jaesa stood quickly and ignited her double-bladed saber. Taub put his Gaffi stick on his back and stopped walking. This Sith was jumpy and would strike if he got too close. He pulled a medpack from under his many layers and tossed it to her then turned and left for his hut in the village.

“Jaesa,” Malavai’s voice called. “Follow him. He knows something.”

Jaesa squinted at the retreating Taub. He did have a familiarity to him. She bent down, grabbed the medpack and tossed it to Vette.

“Use that on Pierce,” she said firmly. “I’m going to follow this Sand guy.”

“I can walk,” Pierce said gruffly. “We’ll follow.”

Jaesa nodded and followed after the retreating Taub. The Sand People forces gathered at the gate let them in without a fight. Something was definitely strange in this place.

Taub led them to a hut placed in the furthest corner of the settlement. Taub stepped inside and stood in the center of the room facing his guests.

“Well, look who it is!” an Imperial male voice shouted happily.

Jaesa froze in the doorway. “Barnabus!?”

“The one and only, dear! Come, come! Come in, sit down. Taub will get you tea, won’t you Taub?” Barnabus asked happily.

Taub nodded and headed to a kitchen area to prepare the tea.

“I thought Sand People hated outsiders?” Vette asked as she sat down.

“This tribe is a bit different from your normal Sand People tribe. I’ll explain when Taub returns.”

Taub returned shortly with a tray of tea and nibbles. He sat down with his feet tucked under him and remained silent.

“Ah, Taub, our friend here is injured. Take care of him, won’t you?” Barnabus asked gently.

Taub nodded and moved toward Pierce only to find a blaster pointed at his face.

“I ain’t lettin’ that thing near me,” Pierce said gruffly.

“He’s not a thing, now, please, put away your weapon Lieutenant. Taub will mend your wounds.”

“Do it, Pierce,” Jaesa said stiffly.

“Yes, milord.”

“You’ve achieved Lord status?” Barnabus asked happily. Jaesa nodded. “Congratulations! I always knew you would go far if given the chance.”

“Is that why you let Quinn blow me up?” Jaesa asked harshly.

Barnabus’ happy smile disappeared at the mention of Quinn.

“Quinn has done many things that are beyond my control,” he answered soberly.

“Your Taub here has killed him. I didn’t know Sand People could kill a Sith.”

“He’s no ordinary Sand People tribal and this is no ordinary Sand People encampment.”

“Explain,” Jaesa ordered tonelessly.

“Of course, of course,” Barnabus nodded.

The encampment they found themselves in was an amalgamation of tribes disrupted by the Sith Quinn’s activities on the planet. This small group was led and protected by Taub. Taub had made an indelible mark on the tribe’s members when they spotted him taking down the Sith without regard to his own safety. He protected Sand People without being one and expected nothing in return. They had found him in the desert, sunburned and injured, and brought him back to their camp to heal him. Eventually, he became their Chieftain and the Sand People allowed Barnabus to live with Taub. Barnabus made himself useful by acquiring materials from the Imperials and Republic member alike. Taub never left the camp for fear of the Sith returning and laying waste to the place in his absence.

“How does Quinn return? I just saw him die,” Jaesa asked stiffly.

“That’s not his original body. It is merely a vessel for his power. He keeps his real self hidden away somewhere on Tatooine,” Barnabus explained.

“He’s mimicking the Emperor,” said Jaesa.

“In part.”

“What happened to the Captain?”

“He’s alive,” Barnabus said quietly.

“Where is he?” Jaesa asked insistently.

Barnabus smirked. “Can’t you use the Force to detect life forms?”

Jaesa glowered at him, but his smirk never wavered. Jaesa clasped her hands together and focused on the encampment. The Captain was near, but he felt different. He was empty and cold. He was a void. A living scar.

While Jaesa searched for the Captain’s life signs, Taub removed his protective head gear. When she opened her eyes again, she met the cool, blue gaze of the Captain she had once known.

“Captain?” she asked quietly.

“Holy sh*t,” Pierce mumbled.

“Should’ve known,” Vette whispered.

“Taub, say hello,” Barnabus said gently. Taub only nodded. “He doesn’t speak around strangers.”

“What does his name mean?” Jaesa asked distractedly.

“It means ‘numb’,” Barnabus said quietly. “The Captain you once knew no longer exists. Please, only call him Taub. Anything else does him harm.”

“Taub,” Jaesa said quietly. Taub’s eyes focused on her intently. She shivered. He was truly empty. “The Sith you’ve been fighting, can you track him?”

Taub nodded and gestured to Barnabus.

“Ah, yes, he can track him. How did you know?” Barnabus asked softly.

“Malavai led me here,” replied Jaesa.

Taub made a pained noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes.

“You have him?” Barnabus asked excitedly.

Jaesa nodded.

“Taub will need him in order to defeat the real Quinn.”

“I’m not giving him back,” Jaesa said coolly.

“Jaesa, you cannot defeat Quinn,” Barnabus said sternly. “You know nothing about him or his motives or how he attacks. No amount of training will prepare you to fight him. You need to give that piece back or the puzzle will never be complete.”

“That is not for you to decide,” Jaesa said dangerously low.

“Malavai is dead,” Taub said tonelessly. “There is nothing to return.”

“I have him. You will help me track and defeat Quinn. When you do, I will return him,” Jaesa said stoically.

“Prove that you have Malavai,” Taub said stiffly. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at Jaesa.

“’Probey’,” Jaesa said confidently.

Taub’s face twitched a brief emotion then he nodded.

“I will follow you until the end, Taub,” Barnabus said somberly.

Taub nodded again. He put on his protective head gear when he heard feet shuffling in the tunnels below him. He grabbed his Gaffi stick and descended into the sand to retrieve his people leaving Jaesa and company with Barnabus.

“I know you are not lying about Malavai,” Barnabus said quietly, “but if you fail to return him, I will forcibly remove him from your body and ensure you never recover.”

Barnabus flicked his blue eyes to Jaesa and grinned toothily. The sight of such malice aimed at her sent a chill down her spine. The Quinns were nothing to mess with.



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Spoiler
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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ragnnerok
09.22.2012 , 09:39 PM | #200
The story is turning out great! But I can see this is not where your story had intended to go. The mood being set here right now is different from what it was in the begining. Much darker and less humerous. But a great story none the less.