[FANFIC] Balance of the Force, Part 1
Chuck Sonnenburg
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Balance of the Force, Part 1
Six figures sat in various places at the round table, each one's own
nervousness apparent to the others. One finally spoke, breaking the
silence.
"I don't think we can consider this a failure. Not yet."
"You sound very confident," said another, "and yet, I see nothing
tangible
to base that on."
"Did you expect instant success?" still another figure asked. While
his
words were harsh, there was no sense of accusation, but of controlled
disbelief. "We should realize that when one tampers with such things,
caution and patience are both necessities."
"I don't need you to tell me the nature of our work," the one replied
to
the rebuke.
"This business is far too important to concern ourselves with
bickering,"
the first said. "I don't think anyone needs to be reminded of what is
at
stake here."
"Still," another said, her voice hesitant, "There is obviously some
need
for concern. This is a definate setback."
"We should have been more direct," another replied hotly.
"Your brute force methods would only make things worse," she replied.
"We
must be very careful."
"Yes," said a quiet voice. The five turned to him, for he had not
spoken
at all during the three-hour analysis and debate. "We need to proceed
with
all caution."
"Proceed where?!" a voice demanded.
"Listen, and I shall explain."
The group listened as the quiet voice described the plan in detail.
Some
were obviously in support, but others still hesitated.
"How long will this take?"
"Until we are assured that we have succeeded," he said. "Anything
less,
and we risk our final chance for salvation."
In the silence of his meditation chamber, the Jedi Master sat
on a folded hand-woven blanket. Reaching into his mind, he quieted
the voices that echoed within. The random thoughts and
interpretations of sensations were soon silenced, leaving only the
spirit of the man, the essence. By others he was known as Qui-gon
Jinn, but at this moment, it had no meaning for him.
His being fully centered, he reached outwards with the force,
embracing the sensation of the living, flowing energy of the galaxy.
He could feel the warmth of it, the smell of tall grass and wetness
filled his nostrils. His spirit rose and fell like a branch on a wave
riding the sea to the shore. Out of the maelstrom of sensations and
understanding, clear words echoed back to him, words spoken to him
long ago.
Through the force, things you will see.......
The beauty of life and hope and peace was raised away like a
shredded curtain. Before him was an image of darkness, dread which
called to him from the dark side of the force. He tried to will it
away, but it was of no use. He watched as the shapes solidified
before his eyes. The platform before him looked as solid as anything
he had ever seen. Ahead, two shapes, in the distance.
....Other places.
He was running, with all of his strength he was running. The
force was the source of a Jedi's strength, and he called upon it to
help him now. No. Too late. The beams have closed before him. Not
fast enough. Just not fast enough. He looked through the beams to
the battle beyond, the two warriors facing off in a combat to the
death.
The future, the past.........
He watched, waiting. How long would the machine take?!
Hoping that he could hold out, hoping he didn't slip into the dark
side's embrace. Moments, mere moments, were all that were needed.
Now. No! he screamed in his mind. The blade drove deep into the
chest of the young man, who gasping fell to the floor. His padawan.
....Old friends, long gone.
Obi-wan lay on the floor, breathing his last, as the force
called him away. Just then the beams opened and the Sith turned his
attention to the Jedi Master. Qui-gon resisted the call for blood and
vengeance and fought with all the strength of his burst heart. The
Sith was well-trained, but was no match for the Master, and he met his
fate, screaming, at the bottom of the chasm.
Qui-gon looked his apprentice in the eyes, but there was no
life there. The flow and ebb of the force had moved on. Qui-gon felt
the weight of guilt descend on his shoulders. Anger, fear,
aggression. All of these were pushed aside, for Qui-gon knew it was
they who had killed Obi-wan, they who had given strength to the Sith.
"Master," Obi-wan said.
Qui-gon jumped.
"Master, are you alright?"
Looking around, Qui-gon came to his feet. "Yes, Anakin, I'm
fine."
"Your thoughts betray you, master," Anakin said after several
seconds. "Something is bothering you."
"It is not our place to question the will of the force,"
Qui-gon finally said. "Let us leave it for now. We have a busy day
ahead."
Together master and apprentice walked through the halls and levels of
Coruscant. Qui-gon tried to forget the visions he'd just experienced,
but
found it difficult. The memories, ten years distant, still shone
through,
still insisted that they would not be shut away in the darkened corners
of
his mind. He searched for peace as they walked, knowing that the Jedi
Council was no place to be dwelling on such past failings. At long
last,
they were in the tower.
Qui-gon and Anakin stepped into the circle of Jedi, ready to listen.
The
Council was made up of only the wisest and most experienced of their
order,
and carried with them the respect of not only the Jedi, but the galaxy.
For
thousands upon thousands of years they had been the final guardians of
peace
and justice, the last best hope of the wronged. The Council had great
responsibility in safeguarding such a trust.
"Master Qui-gon," Mace Windu addressed him formally. Anakin, as a
padawan,
was not recognized by the Council as a Jedi, and therefore would only be
acknowledged when matters directly concerned him. "What do you know of
the
Wakleemui System?"
Qui-gon thought, "Very little, although the name is familiar." He
looked
over to Anakin, and saw the young man's look of understanding. "Ah, of
course," he finally said, "Sienar Fleet Systems. It's quickly growing
into
one of the largest fighter and shuttle manufacturers in the galaxy."
"And becoming a bit of a problem," Mace Windu said.
"There is a growing concern about feelings of unrest on Wakleemui,"
said
Kai-ada-mundi. "Possibly even a revolt against the current government."
"Is there some problem with the regime?" Qui-gon asked. While
uncommon,
revolts like this did take place occasionally. It was republic policy
not
to take sides if it felt revolution could be justified in the minds of
the
people. He knew that if the Council was seeing fit to become involved
something terrible was going on.
"There has been a small dissident movement for some time," Mace Windu
replied. "However, this movement has, over the past several years,
grown
quite strong. There seems little cause for such a rapid political
change to
occur on Wakleemui, especially considering Sienar Fleet's successes of
late."
"Are these dissidents anti-republic?"
"Until recently, no," replied Kai-ada-Mundi. "But now there is talk of
total separation from the republic."
"We want you to go to Wakleemui and investigate what's going on," Mace
Windu replied. "Find out if the current events are caused by something
from
without or within. We need to understand the situation before blood is
shed."
"Rather strange, don't you think master," Anakin said, as the walked
through the corridors of the tower.
"Revolutions are unusual, but they do happen," Qui-gon replied.
"Always
consider both sides in an internal conflict. A Jedi has a unique
perspective on this."
"Master Qui-gon?" a young man asked as they walked past. The pair came
slowly to a halt. "I am," Qui-gon replied.
"Master Yoda has requested an audience with you at once." He
hesitated.
"Alone."
Qui-gon turned to Anakin in slight surprise. "I'll be along soon
enough,"
he said to his apprentice. "Arrange for transport to Wakleemui; we've
little time for delay."
A few minutes later he was seated with Master Yoda in his private
corridors. One thing that always puzzled the younger man was the
organic
nature of Yoda's quarters, and yet his rejection of the Living Force
philosophy. Still, the quarters had a calming nature for the spirit,
and in
the end, philosophy took a back seat to results.
"You have some concerns about this journey to Wakleemui," Qui-gon
stated,
feeling Yoda's mood.
"With the journey, I am not," Yoda replied. "With your padawan, I am."
"Anakin is quite able," Qui-gon replied.
"Trained he may be. Of body and spirit, strong. Nevertheless, removed
from this journey he must be."
"For what reason?" Qui-gon asked curiously. Such a thing should have
been
addressed in the Council if it was of such concern. Or was Yoda alone
in
this opinion?
"I sense terrible things will come, should he to Wakleemui go."
"What kind of terrible things?"
Yoda was silent.
"You can't be specific, can you?" Qui-gon finally said. "And I sense
the
council does not agree with you on this. If you can't give me anything
more
convincing, I shall be on my way, with the boy."
"Stubborn you are, Qui-gon Jinn," Yoda replied. "Hope I do that we do
not
pay for your recklessness."
Qui-gon sat in the contained silence of his quarters as they travelled
across space towards Wakleemui. His attention, at the moment, was
focused
on a study of the planet: it's culture, history, indigenous lifeforms,
anything that could give him some insight into the people. There were
two
sentient species present, the indigneous Whillids and human settlers.
Both
got along quite well from appearances, with a mixture of Whillid and
human
representatives in both local and republic government. Sienar Fleet,
however, was all human, including its management. This had caused a
slight
stir, but their reasoning was that Whillids, who live only twenty years,
didn't have the experience to manage any real aspects of the company.
However, they did hire many Whillids as workers in their factories to
"balance" this. This, on the whole, caused feelings of animosity on
both
sides: the Whillids for their obvious limitation in advancement, and the
humans for the lack of available jobs in Sienar. This would definately
be a
thorny point for any type of.....
Qui-gon's mind reeled and he would have fallen out of his chair if he
hadn'
t grabbed the armrest. The disturbance in the Force was incredible,
unlike
anything he'd ever felt. It was like.... like someone scrambling your
insides. What could cause something like this?
As the feeling subsided he rose to his feet and headed towards the
door,
his long gait carrying him to the bridge in seconds. The captain looked
surprised to see him. "Problem, sir?" he asked curiously.
"Are there any problems of any kind?" Qui-gon asked, still feeling
slightly
nauseous.
The captain turned and spoke to one of the officers. "Not that we're
aware
of, sir. Can you be more specific?"
"Anything in our area, perhaps?"
"Not a thing," the man said finally.
Qui-gon watched the tunnel of hyperspace for a while, then nodded to
the
crew as he stepped out. A lesser man might have felt embarrassment, but
Qui-gon knew that such a disturbance can only mean something terrible
was
happening. It wasn't an immediate threat necessarily, but that had
seemed
the most likely. Otherwise it was something of such magnitude it was
beyond
imagination. He hurried to Anakin's quarters, and found the padawan
sitting
on the edge of the bed, his face revealing the fear the elder felt from
him.
"Is there a problem?" Qui-gon asked.
"I feel....." Anakin hesitated, "a kind of ... coldness. Like a
grave."
Qui-gon sensed the boy's confusion and anxiety. "Calm yourself,
Anakin,"
he said soothingly. "Find peace, contentment."
The young man obeyed. "What's happening, master?" he finally asked.
"I'm not sure," Qui-gon said with a frown. He looked off into space,
clearly thinking. "Whatever it is will be dealt with in due course.
In the
meantime, we must continue to prepare for our work on Wakleemui."
Hours later they arrived in the system with no further problems. This
didn
't stop Qui-gon from wondering about the incident, or what Yoda had
warned
him about. Of course, it could just be a coincidence. Prophecies that
something "bad" would happen are easily fulfilled, since life is full of
mishaps and mistakes. Still, Qui-gon was a wise enough man to keep
himself
alert to potential dangers.
With some annoyance, the one called Pahr saw a subordinate slip into
his
office. He noted the younger man's agitation, but continued his
analysis
nonetheless; he certainly didn't want to encourage this behavior. After
almost a minute had passed Pahr looked up. "Is there a problem?" he
asked
with a note of irritation.
"Sir, he's here."
Pahr resisted the urge to roll his eyes and dismiss the fellow right
then
and there. "I'm not interested in guessing games," he replied sternly,
"Get
on with it." But as the younger one explained, Pahr couldn't help but
become concerned with the sudden turn of events.
"He's here now?" he said in disbelief. "Of all the times...."
The young man seemed even more disturbed by the silence. "Do you think
they know?" he asked hurriedly. "It's an amazing coincidence..."
"Yes," Pahr replied hotly, "and that's all it is. A coincidence." He
turned his eyes back to the report. "We'll proceed as planned." When
he
looked up, the aide was still there. "Are my instructions unclear?"
"Sir," he said, "I'm afraid other members of the council don't agree
with
that assessment." He wet his lips with obvious nervousness. "They say
they
've taken steps to deal with the problem."
Pahr's mood quickly darkened as he was gripped by both fear and rage.
"I
have a pretty good idea who it was," he rumbled. Finally he leapt out
of
the chair and headed for the door. "I'll deal with this myself," he
said,
"Continue to monitor the conditions. Everything must be perfect, or ten
years of labors will be for nothing."
Qui-Gon and Anakin walked through the streets of Hanuai, capital city
of
Wakleemui. There initial meeting with the representatives had met with
limited success, and for the moment the question was why.
"They were obviously concealing something," Anakin remarked. "Perhaps
they
fear our involvement."
"This is only the beginning, padawan," Qui-Gon remarked. "There are
many
bridges to be crossed when walking the road of diplomacy." As they
continued their metaphorical and literal walking, his thoughts continued
back to the incident that had happened the day before on the ship.
Clearly
Anakin was as concerned.
"Do you think it has something to do with the mission?" the young Jedi
asked.
"I'm not sure," Qui-Gon remarked. "Possibly. Regardless, we must
continue
to focus on our present concern, which is this potential revolution.
Other
problems will be dealth with in due course."
Anakin was clearly puzzled by this. "But if we've been forewarned, we
should take every opportunity to prepare for the problem."
Qui-Gon smiled at him. "Prepare for what Ani? Vague feelings of
dread?
Be mindful of the Force and let it guide you. Remember, your destiny is
inescapable, so don't bother trying to elude it. In the end, you'll be
lead
right into its waiting arms."
"So we resign ourselves to fate?" Anakin asked with disbelief. "Then
what'
s the point?"
The elder Jedi put his hand on his pupil's shoulder. "I'm afraid you
still
have much to learn." His smile disappeared. "Do you feel it?" he
asked in
a low voice.
"The man following us," Anakin replied. The gentlemen had been
keeping a
good distance behind them, but it was clear as day that he had more
than a
passing interest in who they were and what they were up to. "Do you
think
he's a member of the movement?"
"Possibly," Qui-Gon replied, continuing his gait. There was something
odd
about the fellow, he seemed very... different, more so than any other
alien
Qui-Gon had felt.
Suddenly there was a scream and a sense of panic. Qui-Gon
instinctively
reached for his weapon, his eyes focused on the direction of the sound.
A
woman, being threatened, he immediately moved to interfere. It was the
kind
of thing the Council would no doubt frown upon, since the affair was
clearly
none of his business. To Qui-Gon, every being was his business.
Anakin was
immediately behind him, rushing to assist if necessary. Anakin, unlike
Qui-Gon's other apprentice, was far more idealistic and certainly
believed
in using his power to help anyone in need of aid, regardless of the
situation. Perhaps that was the reason for Qui-Gon's fondness for the
boy,
a kindred spirit.
"You there," Qui-Gon called to the man who was holding the screaming
woman,
"Stop immediately." His attention focussed, he almost failed to hear
the
warning the Force gave him, and he whirled about, blade igniting and
coming
up, blocking the bolt that would've pierced his skull had he not been
aware
of it. Immediately, dozens of men rushed out of hiding, brandishing
various
energy weapons. Qui-Gon stood back to back with his apprentice, ready
to
defend themselves against the now obvious ambush.
Pahr cursed to himself as the trap was sprung. Just a little too
late, he
thought miserably. This was probably the worse thing that could
happen; if
they failed the Jedi would be aware of at least something. If they
succeeded.....
"It could be the end of everything," he whispered. He touched a small
device in his pocket and in a shimmer of light disappeared without a
trace.
to be continued
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Rob Dalton
Wibble, this is good.
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Jonathan Boyd
the following:
> I apologize if you've received this more than once; there seems to be a
> problem with my ISP.
Just the 3 times <chuckle>
> "It could be the end of everything," he whispered. He touched a small
> device in his pocket and in a shimmer of light disappeared without a
> trace.
Intriguing. I like :^)
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Chuck
Jonathan Boyd <jona...@jboyd.co.uk> wrote in message
news:B4992F1F.52DD%jona...@jboyd.co.uk...
> On 4/1/00 11:15 pm, Chuck Sonnenburg sonnNO...@execpc.com.invalid
wibbled
> the following:
>
> > problem with my ISP.
>
>
> > "It could be the end of everything," he whispered. He touched a small
> > device in his pocket and in a shimmer of light disappeared without a
> > trace.
>
Thanks. I was hoping for something different than the usual "massive war"
type stories we tend to get caught up in.
LT.HIT-MAN
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" The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
I'll give you something to cry about! "
LT.Hit-Man
Chuck wrote in message <84tsbf$fm8$1...@newssvr04-int.news.prodigy.com>...
Michael January
very nice, well thought out dialogue, seems very true to character.
MikeJ, xr...@removethis.iafrica.com
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not have a console. Survival. (Michael O'Shea)
Rob Dalton
Chuck
<plonk>
Jonathan Boyd
> <plonk>
Oi! Not on my head!
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understand their notion of warfare...i.e.; surrendering en masse and forcing
the enemy to feed them."
Chuck
> On 6/1/00 9:33 pm, Chuck CS...@prodigy.net wibbled the following:
>
> > <plonk>
>
> Oi! Not on my head!
follow through.....
Jen
Chuck wrote:
> This story is available in HTML at: http://pages.prodigy.net/csonn/botf.html
>
> Balance of the Force, Part 1
Chuck,
Very nice, interesting idea. I'm not a big Qui-Gon fan, but your excellent
writing skills make him interesting. I've really been digging your stuff, I
always look for fics by you and HIT-MAN because you two are my favorites.
There's a lot of good writers in here but with 200+ messages a day, one has to
pick and choose, ya know?
Anyway, very cool...keep it up! :)
Ever,
Jen
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sea...@my-deja.com
I think re-writing fanfics is my favorite thing to do actually :)
>
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>
> Making lives miserable since 1980
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Before you buy.
Rob Dalton
>
> In article <38743D7B...@erols.com>,
> Rob Dalton <dalto...@erols.com> wrote:
> > sea...@my-deja.com wrote:
> >
> > You are such a dick.
>
> I think re-writing fanfics is my favorite thing to do actually :)
>
And I think it's an insult to the author's integrity.
Expect to find MiSTed versions of your "fanfics" up in the future.
A. Polinger
> > > You are such a dick.
> >
> > I think re-writing fanfics is my favorite thing to do actually :)
>
> And I think it's an insult to the author's integrity.
How so? I can think of a dozen books off the top of my head that started
so promisingly and yet ended up horribly. The writer creates an exellent
plot, interesting world, weaves fascinating characters, and then it all
sort-of goes flat. Like a woopee cushion.
Rob Dalton
That does not give one the right to mock another's work.
Robbie Rhoades
100...@dante08.u.washington.edu>,
"A. Polinger" <pol...@u.washington.edu> wrote:
> On Mon, 10 Jan 2000, Rob Dalton wrote:
>
> > > > You are such a dick.
> > >
> > > I think re-writing fanfics is my favorite thing to do actually :)
> >
> > And I think it's an insult to the author's integrity.
>
> How so? I can think of a dozen books off the top of my head that
started
> so promisingly and yet ended up horribly. The writer creates an
exellent
> plot, interesting world, weaves fascinating characters, and then it
all
> sort-of goes flat. Like a woopee cushion.
Okay, so throwing in a few lines that's basically saying 'The Force
sux' and 'I am a weak fool' would make a story better? There is a
difference between re-writing a story and bashing a story.
This 'rewriting' is just insulting an author's piece of work because
he's either jealous of the author's ability, doesn't like the idea of
the story (ie, SW not being some pathetic peice of shit culture that
you ST-trolls like to think), or he just being an ass. And you defend
him because you are no different than him! Trolls like you really make
me sick.
--
-Robbie Rhoades (formerly, Major Tierce)
"Your Majesty, it has long been my contention that the average
citizen has no grasp of numbers nor a head for calculation."
(Grand Moff Tarkin)
Jen
Rob Dalton wrote:
> "A. Polinger" wrote:
> >
> > On Mon, 10 Jan 2000, Rob Dalton wrote:
> >
> > > > > You are such a dick.
> > > >
> > > > I think re-writing fanfics is my favorite thing to do actually :)
> > >
> > > And I think it's an insult to the author's integrity.
> >
> > How so? I can think of a dozen books off the top of my head that started
> > so promisingly and yet ended up horribly. The writer creates an exellent
> > plot, interesting world, weaves fascinating characters, and then it all
> > sort-of goes flat. Like a woopee cushion.
>
> That does not give one the right to mock another's work.
>
> --
> Dalton
I've just gotta jump in and agree with Dalton here; it's insulting and
undermines the work that the author has put into the story. If someone has
issues with how something is written, feels it's lacking, or that the story
reads thin somehow, the nice thing to do would be to write to the author with
your suggestions, just bounce ideas off of them to see if there's a reaction.
Also, in the first part of a fic, you can't really go in and add stuff because
who knows what direction the author is going to take with the story, and adding
something without that knowledge is just an ignorant assumption that you could
tell the story better.
Incidentally, I personally don't think any of the additions that the person in
question here did Balance of the Force any credit; his remarks were kind of
snide and repetitive (almost every addition started with the word "yet." Lots
of words in this lovely little language of ours ya know, and variety is the
spice of life!)
Chuck is a great writer and I think this story is shaping up to be really cool.
I say let it have it's time in the sun. I somehow doubt that seanpc@mydeja
would be so quick to put additions into say, one of HIT-MAN's fics...unless he
likes the taste of blaster ash in the morning...
Jen
Rob Dalton
Chuck's work is masterful. I personally can not believe that someone
would go to those lengths to disrespect someone's work. I mean,
constructive criticism is fine, but rewriting it to reflect what you
think -should- happen is just plain being a dick.
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LT.HIT-MAN
Jen wrote in message <387E0A03...@hotmail.com>...
I agree mess with someone's fan fic is so declass, Jen my dear lady who is
this seanpc@mydeja?
* starts sharping his old trusty switchblade*
LT.HIT-MAN
--
" The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
I'll give you something to cry about! "
LT.Hit-Man
>Chuck's work is masterful. I personally can not believe that someone
>would go to those lengths to disrespect someone's work. I mean,
>constructive criticism is fine, but rewriting it to reflect what you
>think -should- happen is just plain being a dick.
Agreed
Rob Dalton
>
> --
> " The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
> I'll give you something to cry about! "
> LT.Hit-Man
>
> >Chuck's work is masterful. I personally can not believe that someone
> >would go to those lengths to disrespect someone's work. I mean,
> >constructive criticism is fine, but rewriting it to reflect what you
> >think -should- happen is just plain being a dick.
>
> Agreed
In conclusion, let's fuck 'em up.
Jen
"LT.HIT-MAN" wrote:
> Jen wrote in message <387E0A03...@hotmail.com>...
> >Chuck is a great writer and I think this story is shaping up to be really
> >cool.
> >I say let it have it's time in the sun. I somehow doubt that seanpc@mydeja
> >would be so quick to put additions into say, one of HIT-MAN's fics...unless
> he likes the taste of blaster ash in the morning...
> >
> >Jen
>
> I agree mess with someone's fan fic is so declass, Jen my dear lady who is
> this seanpc@mydeja?
> * starts sharping his old trusty switchblade*
HIT-MAN,
seanpc@mydeja is the person who "customized" Chuck's Balance of the Force fan
fic. Perhaps you missed his original post (it was quite long, and re-posted all
of Part 1 of the fic with his additions included.)
Incidentally, did you still need someone to send you the fics from when you lost
them all? Or did you brave Darth Deja and harvest them from there? If you need
anything let me know the dates and I'd be happy to send over anything I can. :-)
Ever,
Jen
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Episode .5
http://home.earthlink.net/~jensden/warning.htm
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LT.HIT-MAN
Jen wrote in message <387F03F3...@hotmail.com>...
I missed the reworked BOTF1, now I am anoyed
No Rob sent me over an updated link for the ASVS archive but I'd still like
your fics to be badded into the review, it's going slower then expcted I
have the damm flu but I'll keep at as best as I can thanks my friend
LT.HIT-MAN
Rob Dalton wrote in message <387EDDEC...@erols.com>...
>"LT.HIT-MAN" wrote:
>>
>> --
>> " The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
>> I'll give you something to cry about! "
>> LT.Hit-Man
>>
>> >Chuck's work is masterful. I personally can not believe that someone
>> >would go to those lengths to disrespect someone's work. I mean,
>> >constructive criticism is fine, but rewriting it to reflect what you
>> >think -should- happen is just plain being a dick.
>>
>> Agreed
>
>In conclusion, let's fuck 'em up.
How aproperat :-) hehehehehehe
>--
>Dalton
>
>Fool! Thou shalt feel my motherfucking wrath!
Love the sig
Commander Thelea
wrote:
I actually had a dream last night where seanpc customized a chapter of
fanfiction, and then I was standing on a ferry deck and pushed someone,
probably him or how I thought of him, into the water. And then I was in
this palace on some world that I got to through the Stargate, eating
dinner with Hathor... It was a weird dream. I'm only bringing it up
because it involved the customization of fanfiction.
Commander "Thelea" Mrith'hele'arana, Wing Commader of
modified Cygnus Missile Boat equipped Prime Wing,
Protege of the Grand Admiral Thrawn; Nightmare and
tactical wizard neatly packaged as a female Chiss.
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Rob Dalton
>
> Rob Dalton wrote in message <387EDDEC...@erols.com>...
> >"LT.HIT-MAN" wrote:
> >>
> >> --
> >> " The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
> >> I'll give you something to cry about! "
> >> LT.Hit-Man
> >>
> >> >Chuck's work is masterful. I personally can not believe that someone
> >> >would go to those lengths to disrespect someone's work. I mean,
> >> >constructive criticism is fine, but rewriting it to reflect what you
> >> >think -should- happen is just plain being a dick.
> >>
> >> Agreed
> >
> >In conclusion, let's fuck 'em up.
>
> How aproperat :-) hehehehehehe
>
Muahahaha :)
> >--
> >Dalton
> >
> >Fool! Thou shalt feel my motherfucking wrath!
>
> Love the sig
>
*Bows* Thankee.
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Dalton
Fool! Thou shalt feel my motherfucking wrath!
AIM: RobPDalton
ICQ: 50342303
Chuck
Hi everyone.
I just wanted to thank my ASVS friends who stepped in on my behalf here:
it's appreciated. Just in case anyone's wondering, my biggest beef with
Sean's modifications was not that he's changed my work (after all, that's
MiSTing, and I can appreciate that), but that he wanted to use a fictional
story to further a debate. It's fictional; all bets are off on what's real
or not, what's acceptable or what's not. It's artistic license to make
things however you want in a simple story, and unless a story is just a
vehicle for wars/trek bashing, it should be left well enough alone. I don't
care if you dislike it, or even hate it and me for writing it, but don't use
it to score debate points.
So, thanks to Dalton, Robbie Rhoades, Jen, and HIT-MAN (and anyway else
who's posts may not have shown up on my server).
Chuck
Rob Dalton
Only doing my duty, man. No problem at all.
> Chuck
LT.HIT-MAN
--
" The hell with the beatings if morale does not improve
I'll give you something to cry about! "
LT.Hit-Man
Commander Thelea wrote in message
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Intresting