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You know the game. Feel free to hit shuffle on you music player for a prompt or you can ask us for one. If you'd like, how about making this a flash back Friday as well and make the Fic something from your pup's past or from a past Milliways thread or plot you love.

ETA: I will be putting up Fight Club next Monday.

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I've been absent all month, but I just wanted to post here that everything is so far fine, if very wet, up here in PNW. There's a typhoon coming our way, and I'm honestly amazed I still have power right now.

Glad to hear it. I'm loving the tail end of that weather system down here in the Bay Area. :)

I'll throw Ibani into the ring for this, though I can't promise I'll get to it today.

Any kind of prompts you'd like to offer. :-)

Two options for you:

A line of dialog, "You must be mad, coming here like this."

A song, Peter Murphy's "The Prince & Old Lady Shade" (lyrics or the video

"You must be mad, coming here like this," the fallen Jedi sneers, looking down at her with contempt. "What did you think you could do against Sith, a mere Force-blind scavenger?"

"Mad? Far from it," she replies dryly. "The galaxy has perhaps lost its mind, but I'm quite sane." Stranded more than 3,000 years into a possible future where there are no Sith and even the Jedi Order is only a shadow of its past, the galaxy is what's out of sorts, not her.

She had come here, hoping that the inner sanctum of this temple could lead her back to her own time, back where she BELONGS. But the door to the inner sanctum required two Force users to open, one with mastery of the Light side and one of the Dark. Despair had eaten at her, until she had found young Padawan Quinlan Voss and his Master on this planet, following rumors of trouble and the guidance of the Force.

It had been simple enough to pose as a Force-blind relic hunter and expert in the Ancient Sith. Who better to lead a Jedi Master and his Padawan to and through this temple where some very unpleasant people were making camp? It had been going so well.....

She represses a sigh. Hopefully, the Jedi will be using the time her distraction is buying them as she asked and not, say, trying to rescue her. Either of them showing up in this room in the next few minutes was going to make things very awkward. And why is there never anything sharp available when you need it? Ah, there, that bit of stone is sharp enough for a shallow cut.

"And incidentally, you're a fallen Jedi, not a Sith. You may have fallen hard enough to leave an impact crater, but you have neither the training nor the knowledge to count yourself a Sith."

"Why, you," he snarls, then stops, seeing her blood dripping on the floor. "What are you doing?" he demands, suddenly cautious.

Ibani smiles sweetly at him. "There's power in blood, to bind things, and to unleash them. Tell me, do you know how to kill ghosts, Jedi?"

Oh nice!

Thank you! I have pondered writing fic with this premise. Can't help wondering how Tholme and young!Quinlan would respond to an alive Sith from ancient history. *G*

That would be very interesting.

[BTW, seeing the latest Rogue One trailer kind of woke my Quinlan. If I throw him into a sandbox, would you like me to ping you? Likely won't be until next week if it happens.]

I worry about about getting the voices of young!Quinlan and younger Tholme right. Might have to read the comics again.

And yes, please ping me if you put Quinlan in a sandbox!

Silence, where once there was a chorus.

Shadows, where once there was a luminous dance.

Surviving Order 66 wasn't the mercy or boon it should have been.

[Prompt: Blue Oyster Cult's Veteran of the Psychic Wars]

Edited 2016-10-14 17:04 (UTC)

Poor Ashoka. :-(

Possible Prompts:

Not my fault this time

Not again

Formal wear

Months after leaving her name behind, she'd found a place safe to disappear. A dusty world covered in plains much like Shili, the togruta homeworld. Her cover had been simple enough to arrange, competent mechanics being more rare than one might have thought in the Outer Rim. She wasn't the best, but she was consistent and pretty well versed in a variety of technologies. Adaptable to whatever needed fixing. Once again, lessons her master had taught her came through to save her.

There was just one thorn in her side; a freighter whose hyperspace manifolds refused to stay put. In fact she stood staring at the freighter now and giving it a critical eye. The damage to the external hatchway looking remarkably like the carbon scoring of blaster fire. A lucky shot, and one the pilot was even luckier to fly away from.

"I can fix it, but this time you are not pinning it on me," she said with a glare and a sharp finger.

"Ashla," the pilot said innocently, using the name Ahsoka had given for her new life. "I wouldn't dream of blaming you. Asteroids, most like."

'Ashla' looked back to the ship pointedly and then back to the pilot. "'Asteroids', of course."

"Let me buy you a drink and tell you all about it," the pilot purred. She was attractive, Ahsoka thought, but getting close to anyone, no matter the reason, was a bad idea.

"Maybe next time. If I don't get started, you'll miss your next drop off and you know how well that will go over."

[OOC: It's very weird using s01 and 14 year old Ahsoka for this prompt.]

Edited 2016-10-14 20:04 (UTC)

I can imagine it would be weird, when you've been reading about her as her older self!

And I am bemused at imagining the look on her face when she's finger pointing at the pilot and the "asteroid" marks. Very nice ficlet!

Thank you! I was trying not to include any spoilers and being distracted by work. I'm glad it came out okay.

Still here or our battlecry

I'll throw Yamato in for this.

Possible prompts:

Werewolf

Best Friends Forever

"I can see your scars." as a prompt

I'd love some prompts to get my writing juices flowing.

Quentin
Charles Xavier
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Ivan Vorpatril
William Evans

For whomever you like.

The best lies

School days

What I did on vacation

"Ivan, Ivan, the best lies are full of the truth you want. You just use them to smooth the way," Miles said as he smiled up at Ivan.

"I can see that but it won't work on your parents, Maman, Simon or Gregor," This was key, and he knew that Miles knew it.

"So we don't talk to them. You worry too much."

"I know you," Ivan felt that explained everything.

"And yet you're still here," Miles said with a smirk.

"Loyalty or something, you're buying the drinks."

Hee! Oh dear, Ivan is going to get pulled into one of Miles' schemes, isn't he? *G*

I like this little ficlet.

Always, he's very loyal and sometimes wishes he wasn't.

Miles seems to encourage loyalty in people, the urge to strangle him, or both at once!

Poor Ivan.

Oh yes, I adore their friendship.

Their friendship is adorable.

It is, I love them. I'm moving Ivan through Brothers at Arms and his current EP and others will about if you want a thread. There's a lot of them to play with in this book.

I will try and tag him sometime this week. He and Ibani can commiserate about politics or something.

On my holidays, I made a dagger for Mother. Ellie won a fight with the guard captain. I made bread and made Mother laugh.

Harold Allen sighed, being a teacher at Somersby was an honor but princes from a kingdom that shouldn't exist were complicated. At least he knew how to write though it did get rather spiky.

Aww, little Sameth! I can absolutely picture him writing something like that. Thank you for the ficlet!

I wonder if he ever made things up just to see if he could convince the teacher to believe it.

He might have, but with how his world works, he wouldn't have to make things up for Ancelstierre.

True! It's been a long time since I read the books.

Use for anyone:
Are you lost?
Pretzels
Noblesse Oblige
A catch in the throat

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