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My reflection stopped talking to me today. I think he's dead. Ekim's almost the first thing I see every morning. There's a full-length mirror on my closet door, and my bed is positioned so that when I sit up in the morning I'm staring right at it. When I woke up, Ekim was still there, sitting up at the exact same time in the exact same way – well, not the exact same way. He still sat up and walked around like he's compelled somehow, but if I stopped moving and held still, Ekim wavered a bit, listing back and forth like one of those really tall buildings in a strong wind. When I looked closely at him, like in the smaller neck-up mirror

He runs into her while traveling through north Texas (rumor has it there’s a functioning military base in Arizona somewhere, and even if it’s as reliable as a fortune in a cookie from a Chinese restaurant at least it’s something). His traps weren’t quite as effective as they ought to have been, and his panicked shots go wide of head injuries. Then there’s the sound of a shotgun going off, and every single zom’s head explodes in a slurry of flesh, bone, and blood. She begins by chewing him out for letting them sneak up on him, criticizing his hideout and mocking his aim. "Hey, I didn’t ask for your h

An Answer to an Unasked Question The cantina was too crowded for Meaghan Caoilfhionn's tastes, which is to say, there were more than three people in it. Apart from the bartender and the serving droid, there was a Wookiee, an Ithorian, two Rodians playing an increasingly unfriendly game of pazaak in the corner, and ... something, with blue hair, a synthflesh device over half the face and a very long double-edged vibroblade strapped to the back. And her. Funny how with everything she had once been - Jedi Knight, decorated general, war hero, mass murderer, world-destroyer, exile, thief, stowaway, captain, bounty hunter, target, bodyguard, vict

The Detective's Rules 1. The importance of a piece of evidence is directly correlated to its apparent importance to my Assistant; the less importance he attaches, the more it will bear. Inversely, the pieces of evidence I consider most important will invariably be undervalued by the others. Never mind; this will only further establish my genius as a detective when I am, inevitably, proved right. 2. No matter what it is I am called in to investigate, murder will always be involved somehow. Always. 3. Everyone is to be suspected -- everyone; especially beautiful, unattached women or dashing, gentlemanly fellows who pine after me. 4. On my p

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive It's their first real argument. When they first met eighteen months ago, a mutual need for survival kept their sarcastic barbs to a minimum. He ripped her a good one verbally a few months later when she confronted him about the lies he'd been telling and secrets he'd been keeping from her, but she had taken it all in stoic stride, not even raising her voice as she pressed him for the truth. People are always underestimating her, seeing only the compassionate, effortlessly good Jedi, forgetting that she was once Revan and Malak's top general. If they

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Something about you now I can't quite figure out Everything she does is beautiful Everything she does is right It's been hours, and she still hasn't said a word. He's about ready to tear his hair out, scream, or curl up in a ball and cry. If this lasts much longer, he might do all three; which is not acceptable, not in the slightest. He has to do something. How could he have been so stupid, so phenomenally stupid, to let her go alone?! He knew what Jedi were like - at least, the ones who weren't her, or weren't trained by her. He had seen the holo-image of her trial from all those years ago. He should have known it w

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people With nothing to do Nothing to prove He has always hated Korriban. It looks dusty and barren, another nowhere dirtball on the edge of the galaxy - move along, nothing to see here. But once you set down on it, the dark energy that's everywhere on Korriban seeps under your skin. It messes with your sleep, crawls into your head and stays there. And even if you leave, the second you set foot on it again, it feels like you've never left. Right now, all he wants to do is get her back onto the ship, picking her up and carrying her there himself if necessary, and set coordinate

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I'm tripping on words You've got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here How the heck he's supposed to make any sense when he talks to her when his tongue keeps tripping over itself, he'll never know. There isn't going to be a formal celebration on Onderon for a while - there's just the little matter of cleaning up after an explosive civil war to take care of first - but the queen insisted on holding a thank-you dinner for the crew. Despite the fact that "the crew" includes everyone (including Mandalore, Mical and the witch), and that he and suits don't generally get along, he's looking forward to a ch

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people And I don't know why I can't take my eyes off of you He's staring again. She hasn't noticed yet because she has her eyes closed, trying to catch some rest before they all come crashing in for dinner. Sometimes she has a sense about this and other times she misses it, or maybe she's too tired to respond. "Do I have a twig in my hair?" Or not. "Sorry, was I staring?" "You're always staring, Atton, whether at me, at the ship, the cards, into the distance. You were staring when I first met you." He sighs reflectively. "Yeah." An indignant pause. "You're picturing me

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I can't keep up And I can't back down I've been losing so much time He watches jealously, guiltily, desperately, as she and Mical work together. She holds the girl close while Mical applies the kolto, bandaging her leg. She talks cheerfully to the girl as he works, assuring her that it won't take long for her leg to heal, and soon she'll be able to help her family in the fields again. He helps her to her feet, and talks to her like an adult when he gives her directions on taking care of her leg. Impulsively the girl hugs them both before running back toward her house. "I wonder what would happen if we were to change