Erifia Apoc

I've paid my dues

2009-07-27T22:06:00.003-04:00

Let's have a discussion. Just you and I. I'm going to name two situations, and you're going to pick one of those that you most prefer or would most prefer. So let's begin.

1a. You work at a job, it's thankless, and you don't get noticed. All of your life you've trained for all your life. At first you thought it was rewarding. But the pay is minimal, and you're in danger everyday of your life.
1b. You have a job, people appreciate you all the time, you do the work, get it done, get out. You get paid well. You don't have to be in danger most all of your day.

2a. You're surrounded by people, some of them friends, most of them dislike you because you're not like them. You're not better then them, not by a longshot. But you're unique. Most everyone dislikes that. You however have used it.
2b. You're surrounded by people, who make you happy, you get to laugh, have a good time, you don't have to stand on airs to tiptoe around. Pretend to be something you're not.

3a. You make 10,000$ a year.
3b. You make 1,000,000$ a year.

4a. You get pestered to do the same thing over and over again.
4b. Each day is something different.

5a. Sometimes the work you do is noble, most of the time, you disagree with the doctorine and logic guiding it.
5b. What you do is what you do and there is no moral dilemma attached.

If you've answered A to any of those questions, we need to have a talk. I got a sweet gig away from the Jedi Temple. It was great, I got paid well, I didn't have to pretend to be something I'm not. I missed my friends and "loved ones" (Which I'm not supposed to have, Love is weakness, remember) But I made new friends. Friends who are just as cool as the old ones.

Imagine walking into the local cantina and seeing your face on a missing poster.

Imagine seeing the person who is looking for you is your sidekick who didn't get the hint that she was to shoot off on her own and become a hero.

Imagine how upset you get when you realize how much things have changed, but how things are still the same.

I'm back on Kashyyk. I was to have a meeting with Grand Master Yoda, and it went, okay. He is taking me back into the order... So in the long run...

I chose A.

If you'll excuse me, I got a lot of time missed to catch up on,
Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc.

Where in the Universe is Erifia Apoc?

2009-07-24T21:52:00.003-04:00

Gentle Readers,

Typically I am not one for puns, gentle readers, but it has come to my attention that my gracious Mistress has been MIA. Where is she? It feels good to say this again. I Don't Know! What I do know is she has not been around.

It's been quite some time, hasn't it? I don't often check this thing anymore, I got a pat time gig modeling, and designing, and needless to say, the Galatic Republic is a better place because of it. You can check me out on the cover of "Sidekicks Monthly" I didn't look at the magazine, at the inside. But I looked good.

After Erifia vanished, I went back to earth, and have been looking for work since. So far, I've been a waitress. It was rough... I couldn't remember any one's orders, I made horrible tips (Save for the handsome young men) and I got fired at least ten times. I tried working outside, and found myself sunning more then working.

I need to be a sidekick...

Either someone find Erifia Apoc, or hire me as your sidekick, because next time you go in a resturaunt I could be your waitress. I don't know about you, but I think we both think, that we both don't want that...

-Becca

PS. 2

The Dread Return (Becca)

2008-05-09T10:54:00.002-04:00

Gentle Readers,

It is I, Becca the Magnificent. Like, I was shocked today when Erifia walked onto the ship, and she sat down. We were, I don’t know, like just sitting outside a McDookus and we were munching on some burgers and fries, (We of course is I and the stupid Tauntaun) and she stepped onto the ship, and said, “We are going.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, and she looked at me, smiled, and said, “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” The stupid tauntaun was happy to see her and he bounced around.

I don’t know…

Wow, it feels like forever since I said that… I’m going to relish in not knowing for awhile.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

Ahhh… Indeed Gentle Reader, at least until Erifia decides that life needs tending to again, like, who knows when that will be…

She kicked on the thrusters of the ship, whose name I gladly don’t know… And like we were off to our next adventure, and when we saw the camera ship flying around us and I saw a large billboard that said “Last Gladiator Standing III” I wondered who didn’t know their grammar and mechanics enough to know that three I’s don’t go together.

Oh well… I don’t know where we are going, but I’m excited to be back…

-Becca

PS. 25

Hiatus

2007-11-01T10:55:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone.

I've tried and tried again to get everything put together, and to find time to blog. But needless to say, this Semester has destroyed my free time. So, I am going on a Hiatus. Probably until December when I don't have School for a month. In that month, I promise you, and ending to this Becca Story, and of course, another story, probably Christmas Based.

What opted me to finally say something?

I, and I believe Miss Pelda Pinik have been robbed.

Normally, I am flattered to think that someone wants to use my little Erifia, or Miss Rebecca, or any of my other characters for their purposes. I am fine. Even using my concepts. But I am a writer, some of you may not believe a good one (which is fair), but everyone will agree that at the end of the day - writers only have what they have written.

http://jeditemplecoruscant.blogspot.com/

I was a part of that site, to be honest, I know not what happened to all of the previous posts. Nor do I know what happened to the site. But the first entry, is Belda's own work, and the second is mine. With no credit to the original authors.

I'm not one for drama, but look, please, just delete those two entries, it is not right to steal.

Thanks for your time everyone,

Long overdue Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Visit Home: Part 5 (Becca)

2007-10-10T11:46:00.000-04:00

Long time no see Gentle Reader!

Needless to say, my story’s been done for perhaps six weeks, and The Author is too lazy to post it up… He says its school, but somehow I don’t believe him. He’s got to be graduated; he is The Author, right?

But, I don’t know… I need to get this story out there… So I had one left, Private Hudson.

He came to my door, wearing a suit, with his hair slicked back. He was trying to look nice. He wasn’t stinky – Like… He was stinky, but it was because he was nervous and put too much cologne on. He had a large bouquet of flowers, and when I answered the door in my long red dress, he looked down, “I’m sorry I’m late Mr. and Mrs. Magnificenta, is Rebecca home?”

“Hudson, it’s me,” I said.

“Oh! Becca… How are ya’ll?” I forced a smile, “I’m good Hudson.”

“Look! I’m gunna take you out for a real nice date…”

Needless to say Hudson’s real nice date, by human standards is not that terribly nice. He took me to a little family restaurant near by. It was one of the struggling places, not many people know of.

When the waitress came over, he kept his eyes intent on mine. I didn’t read his mind, because he was trying sooo hard to not look at the waitress. I don’t know, to me, that was like one of the sweetest things he had ever done.

“What’ll you have?” The waitress asked.

Oh Sweet Protector of All Things Holy! If I hear the words sensual salad again, I’m going to freak.

He said, “I’ll have a sensual salad… She can order what she wants.”

“I don’t know… Uhm…” Given the freedom, I guess I really didn’t know what I wanted, “A Sensual Salad.”

So the waitress brought two sensual salads. Hudson and I talked over our salads. He really is a, I don’t know, a nice guy. But he’s a pervert. If I had a dollar for every time I caught him trying to see me naked.

I don’t know… I think at that many times he’s tried to see me naked, it makes me sick to my stomach. He took me out to a movie, and let me pick the movie! He was like, really sweet the whole date. He didn’t try to put any moves on me…

Until we were in the dark movie theater, he slipped his arm around my shoulder, and I lifted it off. He put it back. I lifted it off. It was a cartoon from that point. On, off, on, off, on, off. Finally, he decided to stick his hand on my knee.

He leaned over to kiss me, and I head butted him. On purpose, but I don’t know, I’m quite good at making it look like a mistake, then I uppercut him. He fell back down a couple of seats away, “What a kiss!?” He claimed loudly, and started chasing me.

I don’t know… Is there not a decent man out there?

-Becca

Ps. 7

Meme'd by the Apprentice

2007-10-05T01:54:00.001-04:00

*Sigh* Here goes... My MeMe. There is no hope for the world when old retired twi'leks get smacked in the face by young spry apprentices.

If only I had Master Yoda's Pressure washer, you'd get it, Miss Solo.

So this is required.

1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.

2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

As far as I know, Aliases don't have middle names. So Let's go with Leuba

L - (I) Love to sleep. Its something I've done as I've gotten older, and now I enjoy it all the more.

E - (I am) Edgy most of the time. I get cranky easy. I promised myself I wouldn't be that type of old person, but I just want rest.

U - (I am) Understanding. I try to identify with everyone.

B - Bang-Bang, I shot you down, Bang-Bang, you hit the ground, Bang-Bang. I use a long range sniper rifle.

A - (I) Always get my man. *Wink*

Likewise, in regards to me-me'ing people...

L - Local Henchman 432.
E - Epsilon 775
U - Unduli, Luminara
B - Belda
A - Army of Clone.

Take that...

-End Transmission

Another Reason for the Lack of Posts

2007-09-16T13:52:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone,

Here's the story. I know I haven't been posting regulary here. The Erifia Blog is not yet over. I promise. I've got lots I have to do and lots of ideas for the whole thing.

There's a snag...

I've got college starting back up, along with a new apartment, and I've been working on stories on the side. What does this mean?

This means, I've been updating my other blog...

Amelia Cartwright.

Its much easier to make posts on it for me at this hectic time because they are much shorter. So, I want to thank those who check out this blog for updates, I love you. But check over here for now.

Amelia's Journal (or Duchess General Amelia Cartwright)

-The Author

Visit Home: Part 4 (Becca)

2007-09-04T01:34:00.000-04:00

Hello Gentle Reader!

No… I don’t know… I don’t even have to introduce what’s going on to me!

It makes me want to growl.

Next on my list…

When I agreed to date him. He went, “Whoa-Momma.”

Was I really that attractive?

I don’t know.

So, Johnny, he instantly appeared, he was dipping me holding me around the waist, “Hey baby… You want a piece of Johnny?”

“That depends…”

“On what baby?”

“On how well you treat me.”

“Come now baby…” He threw me in the air, posed, caught me, spun me, then dipped me again in a matter of seconds, “Let’s not talk about you… Let’s talk about my pretty.”

He’s handsome, but handsome can only get you so far. He carried me, and it was like, warp speed. We landed at a place called Pop’s and he said, “Hey Pops… Get me like seven cheeseburgers and get the lady a sensual salad.”

“What is up-“

“Wait babe… Johnny’s gotta study his pretty.”

He pulled out a mirror, and I don’t know, combed his hair at warp speed. He turned to me, and said, “Does Johnny look pretty?”

“I don’t know…”

“Do you love me babe?”

I stared into his eyes activating my power. I read his thoughts and I heard the Fairly Oddparent’s theme song.

I’m forgetful, but I don’t know, he’s dumb.

“Check please.”

This is terrible. I don’t know, how much worse could it get…

-Becca

PS. 5

Visit Home: Part 3 (Becca)

2007-08-22T11:53:00.000-04:00

Hello Gentle Reader!

I’ve decided to take the worst first… Zapp. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I did it.

I wore a wonderful blue dress, and my blue mask, and we left. He pulled his giant ship down in my driveway, and I climbed aboard the Nimbus. He took me to his… Cockpit. He mentioned it like, I don’t know, six times.

“Hey, baby… What do you think of my ship?”

I sighed heavily, and blew at a tuff of my hair, “I don’t know… I think you’re overcompensating.”

“Overcompensating or Making it symbolic… You know you want the Zapper.”

I mumbled, “Maybe a bug zapper.”

“I find the most erotic part of a woman is-“

“I don’t know,” I said, “Stop… Where are you taking me?”

“This lovely little restaurant near here.”

We landed at a Mickie Dees, “What do you think? I’m going to get six cheesburgers, and you can get one, sensual salad.”

My eyes lowered, He was trying to win my hand in marriage and he chose Mickie Dees!?!

“I don’t know!” I yelled at him.

“Whoa… You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

“I’ll show you sexy!”

He changed almost instantaneously and he was laying on the sidewalk wearing a pink robe, “I’m ready! Show me sexy.”

I read his mind, and I made him think I was an atrocious looking man… I made him think that the Nimbus was an enemy ship, and I made him think Mickie Dees was like a fancy restaurant, which wasn’t hard!

“I don’t know!” I yelled at him.

It could only get more, and more painful from here… I still, wholly, blame my parents.

-Becca

PS. 5

Visit Home: Part 2 (Becca)

2007-08-18T11:40:00.000-04:00

Hello Gentle Reader!

Guess what: I am required partake of the ceremony of marriage for the explicit purposes of procreation, so sayeth my matriarch and patriarch who are yearning for a taste of grandparenthood. I have theorized that they see me an unfit heir do to my lack of short term memory that makes me appear lackadaisical and perhaps unintelligent.

I mean- I don’t know…

So like, my mom and dad want me to marry someone. I am scared… Because my mom picked my dad and she had like, no taste in guys. And I don’t know, my dad wants someone smart so I’ll probably get like, some Star Wars Geek or something- I don’t know… Ridiculous like that.

I dreaded who they were showing to me…

No- Not Private Hudson… Anyone but Private Hudson.

Are they trying to kill me? What about Professor X?

NO! Not him! He’s even worse then Hudson!

“Becca honey, after you go on a date with each of them, you can pick who you will marry permanently.”

Gentle reader… Sweet… Sweet, Gentle Reader… I don’t know like… Save me… Please… I need saved…

Please… I need help! I need help!

-Becca

PS. 4

Visit Home (Becca)

2007-08-12T17:06:00.000-04:00

Hello Gentle Reader!

This is Becca! How are you? – Oh… Yeah. You can’t respond. So, I’m sure you’ve all been wondering where I have been. Well, I hope you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, because I’d be sad if you didn’t miss me.

But I’ve been on Earth! I have family on Earth, and they requested my presence. It is hot here. Really Hot: And compared to the ability to fly to a cooler world in Erifia’s galaxy… I don’t know… No Earth AC can compare.

So my father, Daddy and my mother, Mommy wanted me to come home. That’s where I was. So I went back. Now, my mommy loves to shop, and I love to shop!

So what would happen is whenever my mommy and I would fight… I don’t know… We’d go shopping! I would buy her something, she would buy me something.

We, the Magnificanta are a well off family. My father hit it big in the synthetic sausage buisnesss and expended his empire to cover synthetic cheeses and synthetic fuels. He invested in… I don’t know… Uhm… That one thing… Uhm… Macrosoft, or something, in the eighties, and I don’t know, he made millions and millions.

So when I got there, my daddy handed me a hundred dollar bill, and I gave him a big hug. (My daddy didn’t really like hugs, so he showed his affection by handing me a hundred dollar bill, but I missed him so he got a hug.)

I tucked the money in my back-pocket because it clashed with my outfit. I don’t know, he didn’t seem so happy to get the hug. He told me about his business finances.

My daddy wasn’t the same since he discovered I had ‘mutant’ powers. My mom on the other hand, liked the fact I had powers!

She would, I don’t know, take me to book club meetings and little-get-togethers to find out what people really thought of her. I liked spending time with my mom. But my dad never looked me in the eyes again.

I don’t know… It made me sad. So: anyway, like… I came home, and my parents were loving on me ($1,200 from Daddy, he like really missed me) and lots of hugs from mommy, we even stayed up and watched Big Brother 8 together. But—I don’t know

Something wasn’t right.

“Becca,” my mommy said, “Your father and I are getting old. We want grandchildren.”

“WHAT?!”

-Becca
PS. 8

The Newest Hope: Part 8 (Sapphire)

2007-08-08T16:22:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

Hera jumped up, and she looked shocked at me. She had been reading a book, and the book cascaded to the ground as her lightsaber was held ready to ignite. Then the hostility stopped, “No… It can’t be…” She then latched the lightsaber to her belt. I released my own covertly, and she took another step towards me, then she reached out and touched my face.

I felt awkward for her, and I wanted to push her hand away. But for some reason, I felt she needed this, “They told me you weren’t real. That they were all just stupid dreams.” She then fell to the ground, her head buried at my knees, and she was sobbing, “But it’s true… You’re real… And you’re here. You’re here.”

I looked helplessly to Jaina. I gently rubbed the top of her head, “Calm down Hera…” I knelt down, and she stopped me, holding me tightly around the knees. I decided that she needed to cry on me, more then I needed to move to make her rise.

“Hera… It’ll be okay,” I tried soothing her with my voice.

Jaina sat down next to her, “Come on, it’s okay. She’s here to help you. She’s the one the rumors were about. Her name is Leuba Sapphire.”

The twi’lek quelled her tears, and she sat up, “Really? You’re going to help me?”

I went to speak, to say I would be no good to help her, but Jaina answered, “Yes, she is,” she shot a look at me, it was one I had not seen for a very long time. She told me, flatly with those eyes I used to use for the same result, ‘Argue, and I will kill you,’ then she spoke sweetly, “Now, why don’t you tell us about your dreams?”

She sniffled, and then she spoke softly, rubbing her eyes of their redness and tears, “It was years ago. When I was still young.I must only have been about eight but I was still made to serve Tarken’s guests. They would make fun of me and call me names. The other twi’lek girls didn’t like me and they would trip me up so that I fell and got punished. When I had really bad days I cried myself to sleep and there would always be a tri’lek waiting for me there. She was so strong looking and she held two lightswords, sorry, sabers. Sometimes she would tell me that it would be all right and that we would meet someday but other times she wouldn’t speak. Just standing there and it made me feel better. Once I tried to tell the other slaves about her but they just laughed at me and I had just handed them another source of amusement to them. After a while I learnt not to mention them and eventually they stopped happening. But I never forgot her.”

She looked up to me, gripping tightly to my legs, “And now I know your name. Master Leuba Sapphire, Thank you…”

I am unsure of whether it was my old heart coming out in me, or whether it was the old mother I used to be to some little runt, and a stupid girl, but my eyes filled with tears, and I knelt down to her, at her level, I took her in my arms, and I hugged her gently around her shoulders.

I whispered, so she could only hear me, I didn’t want Jaina to know more about me then she already knew, “I am not sure it was I,” I said, “But I have dreamless sleeps, and a restless soul, and it could have been me. But, I know what you are going through, I was taken from my home, then I too had people who made fun of me… So stop crying… You’ve got to get a hold of yourself Hera… Staying in this room, alone, only speaking to Jaina will make them have won… And my name,” I whispered softer, “Is Erifia Apoc.”

I squeezed her tightly around the shoulders, and I stood, Holding my head proud, strong, and wise. I am Erifia Apoc. I cannot hide it, I cannot run from it. Leuba Sapphire was my cover, but not when I was a Jedi, I was Erifia Apoc, I am Erifia Apoc.

- - - - - --- -- -

I stood up in a large room, holding both of my sabers glowing brightly. I looked at the others in the room, sabers all ignited, all of them young, ready and able. I wasn’t afraid. I tapped my feet impatiently as the hands holding the sabers tightened, and faltered, wanting to strike out, wanting to fight.

The soft glowing purple saber, and the white one, were back where they belonged, in my hand, prepared to fight. The hum, and the sparks coming from them, as they barely touched the floor registered how dangerous they actually were.

There were two other sabers, a red, and a yellow one. There is no use running from she who shall not be named, nor my past anymore. I ignited them, this was an advanced move, none of these silly, rash children had ever seen. One hand faltered, and the saber dropped, they were getting tired of waiting for me to attack.

I turned my head to the doorway. Reinforcements. I pointed, “You two are late. You have kept the entire class waiting. You have kept me waiting. Miss Solo, you and my no good Padawan are going to be my… Victims for the day…”

I tilted my head to the side, and I took a step back, as the two sabers on the floor ignited, me using my control of the force. They rose from the ground, the red and yellow brightly shining.

- End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 7 (Sapphire)

2007-08-06T02:00:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

I walked around the room, Kriss’s camera… It made me smile and made me sad at the same time. I ran my fingers over it. The next object was Aayla’s slave bands. I sighed when I looked at them. I paused, there was a med-kit, “Barriss,” I whispered as I touched the object. I moved forward, NandeHi’s sewing kit… Master Yoda’s hand-held pressure washer. When I came to the end, my eyes had to be filling with tears, it was then I turned around, and I saw Ben’s lightsaber.

I was shocked by what I saw, and I gasped. My tauntaun’s bubble-bub-kin was there, along with Becca’s mask, and – my old diary. It was still locked, no signs of forced entry…

I knelt down at the base of the pedestal, and I buried my face in my hands and I begin to sob, I rose, stoically, and I looked at her, I am sure it came out as harsh and angry, “Take me from this room, I never want to see it again.”

She led me up stairs, and I followed, silently. I didn’t feel like speaking, finally at the top I spoke, “Thanks for showing me that room.”

She turned and looked at me, confused, surprised, “Why?”

“Because I am old, and allowed to be erratic and irrational.” I didn’t say another word, but I walked forward in the temple, I had no idea where I was going.

I think I hurt her feelings and I felt bad for a moment, and then she spoke, “We’re nearly there. Master Skywalker should- Oh!” She stopped, and I saw him turn the corner.

“Jaina,” he spoke, “There you are. Zekk said something about you arriving in a strange ship.”

“Yes master,” she responded, “I’ve completed the mission you set me. This is Master Leuba Sapphire,” she pointed towards me, “Its her ship. They weren’t rumors. She is a jedi.”

I stared at him. I walked towards him, and I touched his cheeks. I ran my thumbs deep into his cheeks, and I slowly examined his face. I brushed his hair without hurting him, and I opened his eyes wide.

“I always thought he was lying to me…” I spoke to Luke, “I always thought it was some sick joke… That was his sense of humor… But here you are. You look very, very much like your father.”

I stared deeply into his eyes, I saw the twinkle Anakin always had, “I see you in there Ani,” I looked at him, “Luke… I never had the pleasure to meet you… I saw you when you were a baby… I think… No… I saw Leia when she was a baby…”

He looked at me, Teary eyed, and he began to ask me questions. What my name was? Leuba Sapphire. How old I was? Around sixty. What was the old order like? Stupid. My one word answers were getting to him. He wanted knowledge, and I have him none. I would give him answers, and I told him this, “I will stay here, and I will teach. I will tell you all you wish to know, except three things… What my real name is. Who all knew me. And Who my padawan was.”

That’s when I realized Jaina had left, and I smiled at young Luke, and kissed his cheek, and I went to find Jaina, realizing I had no idea where I was going, I looked at Luke, and he directed me there.

I didn’t catch the beginning of their conversation, but I caught the end, “-Where is someone like that going to turn up?” A voice that wasn’t Jaina’s asked.

I entered the room, without permission, and I stood, age and time weathering my face, strength and knowledge surrounding me, and my body in a stance that was conducive to fighting if I had to, “Here.” I said.

-Temporary End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 6 (Sapphire)

2007-08-03T20:05:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

I clicked a button on the com, “Wake up time, Miss Solo, we are within three minutes of Yavin 4. If you don’t want me blazing in, you should wake up now.”

She shook herself out of meditation, she stood and wobbled on her legs, “Easy Journey Then?”

“Yes. I don’t know the security of this new temple, nor how you want to deal with a ship of this size, and weird make coming into range of whatever defenses you have, that’s up to you, Miss. Solo.”

I had changed in the time between. I was feeling so young, I was thinking of wearing my old outfits, but I am too old for that. I did however grab my old sabers. They seemed connected to me. In my hands, I had done so much with them. They were concealed of course, but my sniper rifle was strapped to my back. I had that long before my sabers, and it never really left my side except for at my twenties.

“They’re aren’t really any defenses, Uncle Luke doesn’t want to seem Aggressive. The Jedi have been getting enough bad press as it is. Besides no-one ever really come to Yavin.”

She grabbed my com-link and spoke, “Jedi-Temple this is Jaina Solo. Requesting permission to land.”
“Sith Spit Jaina! You gave us a fright. We had no idea what was going on. Where’d you get that thing?”
“Its not mine, it belongs to an old friend. Now do we have permission to land or what?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, Bay 3 is clear. It should be big enough. Or you can land at the edge of the forest and walk in. Its up to you.
She looked at me, “You heard the boy. Its up to you Captain.”

“I’m too old to walk. Show me where the bay is,” I pulled down breaching the planet’s atmosphere.

She laughed, “I doubt that very much,” She pointed to the left, “Its over there, built into the same cliff that part of the temple is. Here,” she reached and typed things into my ship.

The ship rocketed towards the cliffs, and I pulled it into the bay as directed. I landed it, and I stood, and stretched my legs.

“I do not want to immediately meet this girl,” I said, “I want to meet your Father, and your uncle first.”

“I was planning on taking you to Master Skywalker first so that’s not a problem, but dad,” she paused, “He’s back on Coursant.” She looked at my ship, and turned to take me to her uncle.

I looked at the temple of Yavin. It wasn’t like the old temple, but it was impressive, I remember playing capture the flag in the simulator as a padawan in a temple such as this. The forests were beautiful and were bright emerald. She showed me different rooms, and different uses for those rooms.

“We are still relatively few in numbers. There’s only around 100 Jedi at the moment and most are nowhere near master level, so it makes teaching very difficulty. Master Skywalker is trying to change that, be it slowly. He himself leads Anakin and Jacen, while Aunt Mara Jade is my mentor.” There was a door that was closed and she pointed, “This is a meditation room. Silence at all times and no light sabers to be ignited.” I wished very much to pull out my saber and cut down the door and start yelling.

They need to learn how to really meditate. As we turned the corner, we went outdoors, and into a larger building she paused at another room, “In this room we’ve begun to create a collection of Jedi Artifacts and all that we know from before the empire. Do you want to go in?”

I nodded. I prepared myself mentally, scared I would break down crying if I saw anything that reminded me- Just reminded me of anything. It was hard, so hard, being one of the last of your kind alive. I’m sure very few could understand what I was going through.

She opened the door, and stepped into the room, I followed, “There is not much.” She waved her hand to all of the things.

-Temporary End Transmission

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Note from the Author:

Hey cats and kiddies: I got a new experiment going on.

Amelia Cartwright

Take a stop if you'd like. Its from a series I am working on with a friend outside of the blogging world, so I wanted to give her a past.

Thanks all!

The Newest Hope: Part 5 (Sapphire)

2007-07-31T23:05:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

It couldn’t have been that callous of me? It has been a long, long time, and I realized that sometimes to save lives you actually have to take lives. It was me, it was how I developed into what I am today. In my own thoughts, I can’t lie to myself, I was disappointed that she didn’t want the training I could offer to her, the things I could make clearer for her.

“Wha-? No!” There was a dark realization that happened on the young one, I could see it in her eyes. She was suddenly terrified of me. She backed away from me.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said calmly, “You haven’t read much about the old temple, have you? We had to put down threats, specifically ones that could possibly lead to the sith. I can cleanse her mind, but that wasn’t my specialty… I just know some tricks, from my-“ I cut the sentence off, and I passed by Rebecca and The Tauntaun’s rooms, acting as if they weren’t there.

The guest bedroom, on the otherhand, I stopped at, “Feel free to go into every room on the ship except the two I passed by. I will go watch the ship, if you need a short nap, it will be an hour or so before we arrive.”

I turned my back to her, the ultimate form of trust I have shown someone for a very, very long, long time.

-Temporary End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 4 (Sapphire)

2007-07-29T19:21:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

“Magna Guard staff.” I responded, “Those things are hard to come by. I had to kill a couple of them to find one that worked after they stopped working. I even had to repair that one.”

“Cool!” She exclaimed as she picked it up and played with it.

It was nice to watch her play, she reminded me so much of myself, I was scared for her. She played about the room, swinging and twirling. After some time of working out, she stopped quite suddenly, and she said, “I never did like using double ended weapons very much.” She said.

“Well, I am a dual-wield saber specialist. In my time, a sith known as Darth Maul was a double ended saber specialist… I’ve seen so many fighting styles, its not even funny. There are more rooms, if you are interested, but I understand why this room attracts you so.”

I took a deep breath, and brushed my lekkus back, throwing them into the air, allowing them to land behind me.

“Darth Maul,” she said, “Oh yeah, he’s the sith that killed Old Ben’s master, wasn’t he? Well to each their own, I suppose.” She stepped away, heading towards the doors, “This room is nice, but I’m sure the others are just as interesting, lead on good jedi,” she laughed.

The next rooms were not as fun, that’s for sure. The next room I lead her to was my own. It was simple, with several pictures on the dresser. I looked at them… I wasn’t… I wasn’t sure I wanted her to see the pictures…

When she entered the room, she immediately shrunk in on herself from the emotion in the room. She tried not to look, knowing I didn’t want her to, but when her eyes fell on my mother’s picture, she stared at her. “That’s your mother, isn’t it? She is stunning. Was she… did she ever dance?”

I sighed, not out of annoyance, but because I was uncomfortable, and I didn’t know any other way to show it, “She was a slave-dancer. My father bought her. My father fell in love with her. She died giving birth to me.” I tried making it sound so simple, but with her, my life would have been so much easier, I love my mother, even though I can’t remember her.

“This really isn’t about me or my mother though, is it?” I asked with experience guiding my question.

She shook her head, then she spoke.

“No. It’s like I said before, there’s a bit of a situation up at the Templethat I think you could help us with.”
She stepped out off my room into the hall, taking charge, just like I do. “I rescued a twi’lek from Tarken the Hutt. I don’t know why, she just seemed to call out to me and I could feel that she was Force sensitive. Her name is Hera and she seemed to be happy in the Temple. She’s good with the Force for only being trained for a few months and I thought everything was going great. But then I went away for a few weeks to train with the Rouges and I had…not a vision of sorts but more of a few of what washappening at that time thing, to Jacen. My twin. He was being attacked but I couldn’t see whom by and when I got back I discovered that it was Hera. I’m the only person that she will let near her and she can only have females in the room with her. She freaks out if there are any men in the same room as her. We don’t know what to do with her. We guess that she might me more trusting of a twi’lek but the only other Jedi twi’lek that we have is in the outer rim and anyway, he’s male.” She sighed heavily, “I don’t know what to do. No one does.”

I placed my hand on my hip, and I looked at her, “Am I to kill her then?”

-Temporary End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 3 (Sapphire)

2007-07-27T23:34:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

My ship was large, and I opened it and got it ready. I hadn’t flown it for some time so I had to check all of the bits and pieces. The ship was from Langoria, and it had so many different gadgets, one of which was a beam, that could pick up a ridiculous amount of cargo, bind it in the ship, and then release it.

That was my plan, and I had used it on a ship before, and it worked. I waited on the outside of my ship, sitting on my stairs, with my sniper rifle, sitting right next to me.

She landed her ship, and I simply looked up, “Get anything you may need from your ship, and we’ll get going right away.

She thought the only two things she would need were a saber and a blaster… She is me… She is me in every single way.

She looked around the ship. She was trying to figure it out. I opened the doors, and operated the cargo-hatch, taking her ship into my own. When I exited the small room, I looked at her.

“Give me a second to get it out, and then you and I, we can talk, and I will let you explore this little monstrosity.”

She felt the walls with her hand. It sent shivers up her spine, and then she stated, “You’d best come out of hyperspace a little away from Yavin IV so you don’t scare the pants off everyone in the temple. Jacen will know that is me though. So does this thing have a name?”

“Nope,” I responded, “I just call it the Langorian. Which is ridiculous, because that’s the planet its from. And I will make sure they don’t die from fright. This old girl is quite scary. Looks like a ghost ship because of the rusty coloring…”

I kicked in the hyperthrusters… and I looked at her, “Want to see something neat… How long does it normally take to get to Yavin? Its been so long…”

“But every ship has to have a name!” She claimed, “You are kidding me! This thing came from Langoria?! Wow, It does explain a lot though. Umm… Back to Yavin, about three and a half hours in the falcon, so in a normal ship around four. She looked at me sideways, “But this isn’t a normal ship, it it?”

I laughed, “No, its not a normal ship,” I was beginning to feel like my old self around this girl, because of how alike she was to me, “But its no Falcon. I fought along side the Falcon on the second battle on the Death Star. She’s amazing… So agile… Nimble… Your father is very lucky. This ship, it will make it in two. But, this is a worthless hunk of junk in combat. It can’t maneuver, its got really big guns, and pretty strong shields, but it can’t evade… Sorry. I used to fly CIS Bombers on runs for the GAR,” I responded.

Her mouth was wide open as she stared at me. She was very confused. “You flew on the Death Star assault? Then do you already know Uncle Luke?” She asked me, then she looked around and spoke, “Could I take a look at its engine sometime? If you stick around…” She shut her mouth, and looked out of the window.

“I never met your uncle. That would have thrown off something with him as far as the force is concerned. And if you’d like, you can look at the engine. It’s incomprehendable.”

After the ship was ready in orbit, I hit three buttons, and the engines hummed loudly, then there was a green flash, and it looked like a rainbow as we flew and the star’s light refracted against the movement of the ship on the outside.

“If you’re the type of person I have you pegged for, I’m sure you’ll want to see the armory room first.” With that I stood, and walked towards the room I designated as the armory.

She tripped up on her own feet as I led her through my ship.

When I arrived at the armory I opened the door, in it were my four prized lightsabers. The one I made, and the one my master’s master’s master’s master’s made. The two I got from that stupid pointless thing I did so long ago.

There were weapons the GAR each one with a different story attached. There were Battle Droid’s arms, and all sorts of archaic weapons, including the original Langorian Beam Gun, that became the weapons system for the Death Star.

I had a hand in making it, and I had a hand in unmaking it, I had the plans, and I sent them out into the Rebellion spy lines, and I sat down on the aacklay shell chair I had made, and I let her investigate the room.

She looked around the room, she paused on a Magna Guard Staff, “What is that thing?”

-Temporary End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 2 (Sapphire)

2007-07-24T12:21:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)
(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read HERE!)

I was nervous… She was a good kid, I would hate to shoot her. I watched for a second longer, as long as she didn’t learn my real name, then I would be okay.

She closed her eyes for a few moments. I watched her. She was so like me. She needs to learn from me before its too late, before she had to kill her own Inferna. Before her Inferna ever was born in her mind.

When she opened my eyes, they looked much older then the girl she was a moment ago. I watched her as she spoke, her response came out as, “I don’t know. I’m guessing you don’t want to go back to the temple, because you never made contact. I don’t know why that is,” A devil with her tongue, with a hint of my old friend, Rebecca, “Perhaps you don’t like the changes Uncle Luke made.”

Anakin’s baby boy. I knew about Padme… Long before most anybody else knew. He found comfort and solace in me. He confided information in me. When he became Vader… I couldn’t put the beam between his eyes when I had the chance…

I loved him when he was Anakin. I couldn’t kill him just because he lost the fight to his Inferna.

“The thing is that we know so little about the Jedi back then, it would be brilliant if you could come back with me, and teach us, Master.”

My eyes widened, she knew who I was, I spun the gun on the table, and both of our glasses went flying, and I swept my foot as hard as I could to her chair, and I leapt over the table with my gun at her throat, finger on the trigger.

“Who told you I was a master?!”

She was scared, and she went for her saber, but stopped, unable to reveal the fact she was a force-user down in the bar. She pushed my barrel away from her. “No-one told me anything, I just assumed.” She spoke with the lack of emotion the old jedi I had.

“You must have been powerful to survive the purge.. Only two others managed it. So… That’s a no, for coming back to the temple then?”

I released her. But my gun moved back to her, I held the gun level, “I will come,” I said, “But if you ever hide your emotion again, I will blow your brains out of your head.” I sat down at the next table, I had to be annoyed, or at least give that air.

“I’m old,” I said, “I’m grumpy, and I’ve had a hard life. My past is my own, but if you would like me to come to the temple. I will come and I will teach with lessons from my past.”

I took a deep breath, and leaned back in the chair…

“Really?” She spoke with confused tones, “Wow… That’s… Brilliant!” She smiled brightly.

She took care of the drinks. I didn’t want her to. She looked at me, “The thing is, at the moment, there’s a bit of a… situation at the temple… I think that you could help us. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way.”

I had to laugh one of the most silvery laughs she had ever heard. I held my hand to my mouth, and I swiped my gun with the other, “There is nothing that I haven’t encountered.”

I looked at her, “You flying?” I didn’t want to laugh at her again, but I knew I would if she said she was… My ship would be much, much faster. With the upgrades on my second trip back to Langoria… It would be a much easier trip too.

She nodded in response, “Sure thing. I have a Jedi-Ship docked in the bay. It should fit both of us.”

“I can fly us both out, with your ship in my cargo-bay,” I said to her, “Unless you don’t trust me.”

She looked at me for a second, trying to develop whether she did trust me, she then agreed, “Sure, if your ship can take mine. I’d love to see it!”

“Meet me by the Empty Lot, coordinates, 51-62. I will pick up your ship there, so we have room for the exchange.”

-Temporary End Transmission

The Newest Hope: Part 1 (Sapphire)

2007-07-20T15:20:00.000-04:00

(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, HERE.)

I looked down at my old hands. How tame was I? The Rebellion ended with a couple of blasts. Big Blasts. They forgot about me. That was okay. Bounty Hunting was good enough for me.

The Temple was Flourishing, at least, the new one was. I would never go back. I had heard Luke made changes. I know he hadn’t. There couldn’t have been the changes that I needed to have before I came back.

That was when she walked in. She reminded me of myself. I knew who she was. She was Han’s kid. It always amazed me, how Anakin had actually made Padme Pregnant!

I am getting old… The force is beginning to falter, and my age was finally starting to show, I looked at felt around forty five. But sixty was my true age. I stopped counting. No reason to.

I had heard from a pair of easily swayed men, that she was looking for me. I made it easier for her to find me. I chose a mainstream club. I wore my dark cloak to cover my lekkus, but my Sniper Rifle sat on the table in plain sight.

I took a sip of my drink, and I looked at her, my eyes under the dark cloak. I could sense myself in her. Strong, Cunning, Different.

I closed my eyes. I opened them again, and I used illusion to make them glow slightly. I wanted her attention now. I would have it.

She met my eyes. She seemed frightened. She reached out with the force, and tried to read me. I let her. I didn’t mind her knowing about me. If I wanted at any moment I could go invisible and leave.

“A favorite?” She asked motioning towards My Sniper Rifle.

“Depends;” I responded, “I’ve had it since I was eleven. Old GAR Training.”

I whistled at the bar keep, and I spoke in Wookie. He brought over two drinks. One was a light martini, the second was a double shot. I pushed the martini to her, “On me. I’ve heard of you,” was my next response.

She spoke as she took a sip and covered her surprise. I am sure she knew about the GAR she had to. I don’t know everything that goes on now-a-days, but I know that most people had heard of the GAR.

She looked up to me, and spoke, “I guess my parent’s reputation follows me around a bit. But you, you have a reputation, but no name to go with it. Rumor has it that GAR training wasn’t the only type you had…”

Straight and too the point. She was more like me when I was younger then I would like to admit. If she pulled a Saber and decided to ask questions with that, then I knew she was me.

“No, I heard of some of the things you’ve done,” I responded coolly, “But I will admit, they have a large shadow that is hard to get out of.”

I avoided her statement about the training, I wanted to make sure I could trust her yet. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know I was alive at the time the temple flourished before this new temple.

“So,” she said, “You’ve heard of me, and you know my name. But I still don’t know yours.” She took another drink, and she fiddled with her drink.

“As of now, you can call me Leuba Sapphire,” I said. It was my name. I wasn’t Erifia Apoc for a long time. I won’t be Erifia Apoc for a long time, “I am sure you’ve heard something of me. Somewhere. Even if it is just a whisper.”

I took a swig of my drink, and I pulled my hood back, revealing my three lekkus.

Jaina gasped when she saw my lekku, “It is you,” she breathed in barely a whisper, “Then its true… You are a jedi.”

She stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. First, I was very confused as to how she knew I was a Jedi. Secondly, she stared at me as if I was a superstar, and I wasn’t used be being known. Not for a long, long time.

I raised my eyebrow, “Now that you know,” I stated, “What are you going to do to me?”

-Temporary End Transmission

Questions from you: Last Set

2007-07-14T22:04:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The last set is answered here. From now on, I will be answering a question a week, Every Thursday. So send them in Wednesday nights, and I will answer them!

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Hey kiddies, this one comes from Little Ani Skywalker, and I only thought it appropriate it go to Padawan Erifia, l’Ani asks, “Can I touch your Liuuks thingys?”

Oh, you must mean my lekkus, an- You mean my lekkus! You little pervert!

I should come over there and tell your mother what you asked to do. Go wash your mouth out with soap, and wash your hands.

Touching my lekkus is like sexual harassment. Why even ask that?

You’re a sick, sick little kid.

They are my lekkus, and you can’t touch them. Get away from me, you icky little boy.

The Saiyan Prince wants to go for round two with Inferna, let’s find out what he has, “Do you think I should be intimidated after your last little crying fit in Erifia’s brain?”

Oh shutup, “Sunshine Prince.” Why don’t you get trapped inside of Goku’s brain, and have him knock you into a state of powerlessness, and let’s see how much you plead and beg.

You would. Trust me. When you sit there and watch the same thing and hear the same thing over and over, you get tired of it, “Wah: I have a traumatic backstory.” Or “I hate Aayla Secura.” Or “I killed a droid.” Or “I won LGS.” Or “Did I feed Tatooine.”

You’d get really freaking tired of it too, and trust me, its like watching Teletubbies for ten hours straight. You want to stab yourself in the head.

You’d cry too after ten hours of teletubbies and only a man trying to cover up his insecurity wouldn’t admit he would cry after ten hours of Teletubbies. So BACK OFF MY CASE!

And try to tell me you wouldn’t… Sunshine Boy.

Lovely. This one comes from Wolverine and it goes to me, “Author: Have ya got a pocket dimension in that Fro?”

Good question: No.

See, my fro is actually more like a bag of holding then a pocket dimension. But it does have the air of a pocket dimension.

Like, if you need a place to crash, you are pretty cool, you want to come sleep in my fro for a night? You have to promise to pick up your beer cans. Last time I let someone crash who drank, I tried to throw a grenade and a beer can came out…

Embarrassing.

This one comes from- No… No… NO! It can’t be… Please… Its from “Blue Eyes”. Folks this is bad news… Real bad… The worse news… She states, “Hey baby. Remember me? Stupid question, you can’t even remember our anniversary. (It was last week, by the way). I hope you realize that I do read this blog. I know all about the flirting that you do. Well you know what; I have found my own little blog. That’s right, and there is nothing you can do about it. Oh, and when you finally do decide to come back home, the big pile in the front lawn is yours. Don’t even bother coming in because the only thing that will be keeping you warm at night will be the grass“

Baby: Honey: Sweetie: Would I lie to you? I was busy, I had to save the world. I had to write a blog entry. I needed to change the oil in my fro. I was out with the guys. I was…

Baby… Come on. Look at me. It’s me… Smile… I’m your little Author. Come on…

I was busy… Darnet.

Don’t go on about the Blog again. Please… We both know you would just get one to complain about me… Am I really that bad?

I know I am a bad man, but I am always (almost always) there for you. That time you called me, I was fighting an alligator in the everglades. The second time I was chasing a boat on the high seas. The third time I was in France fighting off a terrorist cult of snail eaters. The other times I didn’t answer because there were equally impressive stories.

And why do you always put the pile on the lawn… Come on! That’s so old, you should burn it all.

Crap: No…

Don’t make me sleep outside, I’m sorry about our anniversary, I sent flowers with a droid, but Erifia killed him… Seriously.

Come on… I love you! Don’t you remember the wonderful dinner we had out- What about that one movie we- What can I do to make it up to you?

You want me to write you a poem?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m so sorry,
That I had the flu.

That’s terrible. You’ve got me so flusterated (frusterated + flustered) my poetry and grammar is off. I need you… I need you a lot more then you need me… I always bring you flowers from other worlds… I will try and stay at home more often…

Sometimes I have to run from evil men… And I don’t want you in danger.

Honey… Baby… Sweetie… Please… I’ll… I’ll cut my fro…

No… I’ll dress in different clothes….

No…

I’ll… I’ll… I’ll make a public apology in the blogoverse, and admit that I am a terrible boyfriend…

“I, Erifia’s Author, am a terrible boyfriend, and I hereby apologize to the great, sweet, amazing Blue Eyes.”

Please… Pretty Please… Blue… Come on…

Darnet… I need to get home…

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Thanks for all your questions. It was fun answering them. You can ask questions on Wednesday nights to be answered Thursdays… These can be addressed to:

Erifia Apoc
Padawan Erifia Apoc
Leuba Sapphire (Rebellion Erifia)
Darth Inferna
Tatooine the Tauntaun
Becca the Magnificant
Orange Palps (Emperor Palpatine)
Aayla Secura
Gerith Gwin (Erifia’s Master)
Wookie Psych
Erifia’s Author
Blue Eyes (Author’s Girl)

Send those questions, on WEDNESDAY Nights to erifiaapoc@gmail.com

-Author out!

Questions from You: Set 5

2007-07-11T21:38:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The Fifth set is answered here. Want to ask another question, or ask a first question, ask here: erifiaapoc@gmail.com

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Hey Kiddies, this one comes from Vos, and it is addressed to me, “Hey Author: Why did you make Apoc look like Secura, my former padawan? Is it because you wanted me for a master?”

Okay it goes down like this, Vos. You notice the simularities between Erifia and Aayla? Congrats. They are both twi’leks.

But, there are more subtle differnces. Like three lekkus, her profession in the jedi order.

And I do not want you for a master.

Now if you ask me professionally, from author to author, the answer changes. When I first started blogging, Aayla Secura was my favorite, and I wanted to write as her, but there were two others, so using a clever slip from my brother’s (Crazy Ewok) spelling mistake, I got her last name, Apoc. Then, I used the name of my profile from Star Wars Battlefront 2, an I got my girl.

The picture was the first cool picture of a twi’lek I found.

I also used Padawan Erifia in a game of Star Wars RPG. That helped develop her a character.

Hope that helped… Vos.

This come from two willing combatants: Vegeta and Darth Vader “Can I punch Wookie Psychiatrist?” And “Can I kill him as well?”

Depends on how much you pay me.

And depends on if you can find another Wookie Psychiatrist to replace him.

And another question, this one addressed to… Well its not really addressed to anyone, so we will let Inferna answer because her name is in it, Vegeta asks, “Did you know Some Pharmaceuticals can get rid of your Inferna problem?”

Its Vegeta right?

There are certain things we do not tell Miss Apoc. One of them is that she can get rid of me with medication. So if I was you, “Saying Prince” or “Sunshine Prince” I would just keep quiet about that okay?

And furthermore, the thought that I am actually just a split personality of Erifia Apoc is absurd. How dare you imagine that I am actually a product of Dissociative Identity Disorder.

And if you ever mention the medication to anyone other then me again, I will have to do unspeakable things to keep you quiet.

You’re a “Sunshine Prince” you can use your imagination.

This one goes out from “?” to Leuba Sapphire, he asks, “Did you know the whole war between the Empire the Rebels and everyone was orchestrated by one being....Jar Jar Binks? Yes. His true evil is shocking.”

Actually, I didn’t know that. That’s uncommon information. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.

Now are you saying that Jar Jar Binks was the one who caused the empire? If that’s the case then I really should have killed him.

However, if he was the one who started the Rebellion I would kiss him, and put up with “Mesa Jar Jar Binks… Whosa yousa?” For ten minutes.

Wait: So what you are saying is that Jar Jar is actually a master of both sides of the force, and he can use his battle meditation and… No way…

You. Person with the Symbol for a name… Keep talking… I need more info.

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Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering one more set!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-The Author!

Questions from You: Part 4

2007-07-08T18:56:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The Fourth set is answered here. Want to ask another question, or ask a first question, ask here: erifiaapoc@gmail.com

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This one is going out to one the least known of all of my characters, the Wookie Psychiatrist, it’s coming from Godfrey Zebulon, it asks, “If you were asked to mediate an argument between Anakin, Dark Jedi Kriss, Yoda, Gar-Gar, Tee and a floating head, how would you mediate this?”

BRrrrrbbbjjj Shhhe ookkk Bubububububububu Shhhheelkkk.

Geeeggghhh skjejjj ahhhhhhhbebebe.

Vvvvvvvvvv!!!

Gvgvgbbbbbbooooooo sjhhehhhhhhhhh Gggggggggggggggggggg!

Fffffffffffffffbbbbbb ggggggooooghhhhhba!

Nnnnnnnnnnn AaAAAAAANNNnnnn Fbbb.

Bududududdududududududu Gah!

Maavfffffb Vy bebe patooie.

BhhhhhhhaaaaazzzPoof. Shjhhhekjjjekjejeeeebbbbbbaaaaaaaaggggggg Maaav.

(Erifia: Hey… Author… He’s speaking Shyriiwook.
Author: What do we do?
Erifia: They can’t understand him. Tell him to speak common.
Author: He’s holding a wookie crossbow… You tell him.
Erifia: Let him keep going…)

Bbbbbbbbfffffvvvvvvvmmmmmmaaaaaa!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Floating head shjhejhsjshsjhsshshshhhhh!

*The Wookie appears to be done speaking.*

Yeah… I think he said something about shooting them all… Anyway… Here we go, next question is going to… No way… Seriously? Darth Inferna… OH! No wonder, its coming from Darth Catia Ravenstone Who asks, “Why must you always fight Erifia for control? Wouldn’t it be easier to win her trust and then take control of her body?”

Who are you? Look here… You… Leech. Think about this, I am Darth Inferna! I am not someone who you say, “I’m going to trust you.” You just don’t do that with me.

I’m blunt, and I’m boisterous. If I were to make friends with anyone, I would say, “I’m going to stab you in the back.” You don’t have to be subtle. That’s for sissies who can’t physically do anything.

I would rather make Erifia Cry through pain then cry through losing trust in me. How ridiculous. To think someone could trust me…

HA!

Like seriously… I’ll kill anyone. Everyone knows it. Why be subtle when you can be feared? Like, whenever Erifia hears me whisper in her head, she knows some real Bantha Droppings are going down.

I’d rather be a vulture picking at dead flesh, then a leech hiding on someone.

You… You leech and Erifia are the same… That’s sad… You both must die… Yup, that’s it. I’m going to kill you both…

Wait!

NO!

If I kill Erifia, then I kill myself, but since I am a separate entity then Erifia wouldn’t I just attach to another jedi? Or, if I kill Erifia am I just a – Ow… Enough of that…

But I am still going to kill you, Leech.

DESTROY YOU ALL!

Inferna Out!

Crazy as- Did she even answer the question? Anyway… The next one is up on the chopping block is….Blockade Boy Who sends a question to the… Wookie Psychatrist, “It’s a two parter, if that’s okay, #1: What’s your opinion of primal scream therapy? #2: What shampoo do you recommend for my dense, oily back hair?”

Wwwwwwooobbbbaaa!

Vvvvbbvbvbvbvbvbbvbvbvbv Bababababa nnnnnnnnaaaa!

Suuuuuvbbbbbbtptptptp fonfnnnngggg Deeeehheheheheh.

Vvvvbbbbb ffoooofnfonnnnn Aaaadddzzzz…

(Author: Erifia, he’s talking Shy-Wookie again.
Erifia: Shyriiwook.
Author: Whatever… What’s he saying?
Erifia: He said something about it only helping in the most extreme cases of stress and anger otherwise, that it should only be used to intimidate your clients into paying.
Author: Of course. What did he say about shampoo?
Erifia: Look.)

“Bnnnabbbnnn adb Bunnok”

And the last question comes from… I’m humbled… Ladies and Gentleman the last question of this set comes from the "Legendary Grandmaster Yoda" He asks Erifia, “A rumor there is, that related to the founder of Head Tentacles Club For Men you are. True that is?”

Master Yoda… This slander was invented by the one and only Aayla Secura to slander my name. You can’t believe them. It certainly wasn’t my no good low down, pig stealing, daughter abandoning, stupid face, lekku losing, woman mongering, donkey kicking, cow tiping, Roast Beasting Zoom Zoombling, Thing Wongering, Dance Killing, MONKEY EATING, CHANGE COUNTING… Father of mine.

Okay… You caught me Master Yoda… One of my father’s biggest assets is Head Tentacles Club for Men. What he does is clones Lekkus in vats, so that way he can attach them to the loosing lekku’s men. He also has a less known line, and he calls it, “Lekku Enchancement” its basically for Lekku loosing women.

My father could sell you a lekku or two if you were looking for them. I’ll make sure he attaches them for free, or else I’ll make him get his sixth set.

I got your back Master Yoda… Nothing but love.

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Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.

-The Author!

Questions from You: Part 3

2007-07-05T20:44:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The Third set is answered here. Want to ask another question, or ask a first question, ask here: erifiaapoc@gmail.com

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This is from The Chosen of the Force, An-Dawg in the Hizz-Ouse! To E-to-the-A, “How many times have you tried to kill Obi-Wan? And for Force sake WHY?!”

Good Question: This is a very bad question, dawg. Check it, see back in the old school days, Ob’s and I were learning together. Ob’s was a hottie, back then, with only a mild cheeto obsession.

He was the man dawg. Hot. Strong. I was digging up in his grill. Now, what happened? He had one too many orange death sticks, and boy went crazy-gone in the head, dig?

Boy went walking in two directions, and forgot to tell his legs to move. So Ob’s got big, and I stayed small…

And Thrizzle, my nizzle. I tried to lip-lock thrice.

Cool, Good Answer Erifia… This one comes from The Prof Who has one for Erifia, “How often have you thought fondly about our kiss?”

Well Professor, It was an amazing kiss, and you are a sexy man. Make no mistake. I don’t think often of it because it is a distracting thought, and lately, I’ve been way too busy to think twice about it.

I do however want to state, that it wouldn’t work between you and I, for one reason and one reason only. You can read my mind.

I hate the thought of you reading my personal private thoughts, and I know you are a man of honor, but I just can’t shake the feeling that if we were fighting you would use that to your advantage.

Or, if I was planning a surprise party and you knew I was keeping a secret… Then you would read my mind.

My greatest fear is that you would read the thoughts in my middle lekku.

So though I think fondly of you Prof, and I love going out boozing with you, it just couldn’t work… I hope I don’t hurt you… I don’t want you to feel upset.

Okay, here we go, another one from The Prof Who has one for Becca, he says, “Seriously Bec, how often does she talk about me?”

Professor, I like, I don’t know… But let’s get serious here, you don’t want her. She can’t understand you… I can… I don’t know, like you and I… We could be something Professor.

You know I’m a telepath right? I didn’t get my powers from the X gene… I got it from like… This weird pool I fell into when I was younger. But, when I came out, I could like, read the minds of others by looking into their eyes.

It would be great Xavier…. You don’t mind if, I don’t know, I call you Xavier, right? We could have a perfect relationship… No secrets… It would be just you and I… I don’t know… Reading minds, playing tricks on people… And come on… I am your specie…

I think…

I don’t know! Forget about her Xavier. Come to me…

I can make you forget about her Xavi-

We have to cut Becca off there… She keeps going on, and on, the next one comes from Jedi Phobia heading towards Erifia, “Okay, I gotta ask, why try to outdo Aayla? It’s quite clear you’re so much better than she is. Why prove it?”

Well, before I get into this, thank you for the complement.

AAYLA! I HATE YOU!

See, Pho, back in the day, Aayla used to beat me up… The best place to see these many occurrences is from a list of links I am going to provide right here.

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Okay… Let’s start with, she’s like a little yippy dog, when you pretend to throw a stick she runs head first into a tree. She is a child… You know the kind when you say the sky is blue, they countinuely tell you its Pink, even though they know its blue.

Trying to prove that I am better then her is not a problem. I am… This is no ego-centric actions, nor big headedness. So, to prove it to her, would deflate her ego which is so much bigger then mine.

So… She’s my opposite, she’s brute force and senselessness, and I am calm collected deceit.

We are opposite, but you know the person who uses the Queen as a distraction in a chessboard, can wipe them out with stragety…

Okay… Aayla you suck.

Again…

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Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.

-The Author!

Questions from you: Set 2

2007-07-02T13:04:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The Second set is answered here. Want to ask another question, or ask a first question, ask here: erifiaapoc@gmail.com

The First Question: Synth-Lin, The Synthetic Lindsay Lohan asks Becca, “You’re called Becca the Magnificent: Who bestowed that title to you? Also, how many sit ups do you do? Cause that stomach of yours is ab-tastic.”

I am indeed called Becca the Magnificent. See my full name is Rebecca Louise Magnificanta. I don’t know about spelling and all that… But notice the name is Magnificant. Which is like, the reason why some of you spelling buffs want to strangle me, for like… My spelling.

But the reason I am called Becca the Magnificant is because back on earth, I got super powers. The ability to read and alter thoughts in someone’s mind if I maintain eye contact. I needed a name to hide my true identity.

I don’t know, I’m not very creative, so I used my last name and first name, and altered them. It worked.

As far as how many sit ups I do? I usually do one hundred every morning and every night. Its like my morning routine.

And thank you Synth, I like being complimented. It I don’t know, makes me feel good inside. If it matters, I wish I had your red hair.

Hope that helped!

The next question is from Jon, Intergalactic Gladiator who is asking the author, “What’s with the hair? Is that natural and is there a lot of maintenance involved with what?”

Well, Jon, I’m glad you asked. See my hair is actually a foot long. It’s the reddish brown color you are so used to seeing. Now what wound up happening, is when I was born, I was born with hair that was six inches long and already in a pony-tail tie included, and I grew older, my hair grew longer.

And longer.

And Longer!

AND LONGER!

Soon it was so long, that Rapunzel came to me, and said that she was going to sue me for copyright infringement. Then, I realized I had to do something. I didn’t know where to turn, so I took a walk-about across America.

I needed to find the perfect hair-style that wouldn’t get me sued. It was then I came across a teasing comb, an uzi, a knife, and a gelatinous ooze. I took the knife and cut my hair to one foot exactly.

Then I used the teasing comb with aid of the gelatinous ooze, I began to tease my hair into the afro. Now, when you use a gelatinous ooze, as a gel instead of the normal hair care products it becomes permanent and it acts like a bag of holding. (Info Dump: Bag of Holding is an object in the D and D world that can hold ridiculous amounts of gear in a minimal space bag.)

So, in answer to your question Jon, I’ve always had cool hair, and no thanks to a gelatinous ooze, I never have to worry about teasing my fro again.

Ps. The Uzi is still somewhere in my hair.

The next question is going to Erifia and its from The Dark Jedi Kriss, who asks, “How many times has Anakin caught you in the bath tub?”

Hey Kriss, well lets see, shall we? Anakin was nine when he discovered girls weren’t icky.

He was ten when he discovered it was fun to pull little twi’lek’s lekkus.

He was twelve when he realized that all girls weren’t icky.

He was fourteen when he discovered that I wasn’t icky.

He was fifteen when he realized that lekkus were more annoying to gently touch then to pull.

He was sixteen when he discovered how to slice into doors.

I’m twenty four now. That’s eight years, right?

Well, lets see, I am only able to take one bath a month, and I have taken one bath a month for every year since I sixteen. Now, that puts me at 8 x 12, which is 96, plus two when I was on vacation is 98.

98 times. Only twice without bubbles. Once I didn’t realize he was there, and he took my towel, washcloth, clothes, and anything else I could use to cover myself. He forgot that I could go invisible, and I was so indignant, I forgot too.

Thank god for you Kriss, you remember that time, right? You let me borrow your cloak. That was when I was nineteen, and still modest. Now I could care less. Also, thanks for upholding the bonds of sisterhood and not blackmailing me with pictures.

The final question comes from The Dark Jedi Kriss, who has a question for the Author, “When I get to earth, are you going to show me that fro up close or what?”

Sure, but not too close, its been known to eat pretty red-heads and keep them there for my use later.

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Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.

-The Author!

Questions from you: Set 1

2007-06-30T02:24:00.000-04:00

Thanks for your questions! The First set are answered here. Want to ask another question, or ask a first question, ask here: erifiaapoc@gmail.com

Robin, The Boy Wonder asks Erifia, “Which celebrity would you marry/have sex with/push off a cliff?”

Well Robin, the answer is different for all three. See your earthen men don’t hold much sway for me, all of them are petty and spoiled. As far as marrying, I could have a happy life with George Lucas.

Having sex with? That’s a bit harder, since I am a jedi, and I have a vow of celibacy, I would have to say, Jay Laga'aia. Don’t know who he is, Boy Wonder? Look him up.

Push off a cliff? I would force shove any of the following actresses off a cliff and not think twice, Fran Dreschire, Brittany Spears, Rosie O’Donnel, and Paris Hilton.

Now the best question of all, is who would I do all three to? Sean Connery *Sigh*. I would marry him, have sex with him, and push him off a cliff, just to see what he would do to survive, and marvel at him after he had.

This comes from the Yellow Bee-like Henchman from the Local Union 432 to Erifia, “What’s up with the mood swings?”

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!! I DON’T HAVE MOOD SWINGS!

Does… Does everyone think I have moodswings? I mean I can’t help it… Its not my fault… *sob*

But it could be worse *smile*.

*Scowl* Have you ever been around a woman long enough to actually see how she is, or am I the only female contact you’ve ever had? *Laughter*

Seriously… I don’t have mood swings.

This comes from Jon, Intergalactic Gladiatorand it is aimed at Becca, “Dear Becca, What’s it like being a sidekick? Do you think this is your calling or do you see yourself working up to hero? If you were a hero, what would your sidekick be?”

Hey Jon! Its been awhile, ever since you shoved me in that room and made me pick one of your contestants for me to be the sidekick of.

Being a sidekick isn’t bad. Like, the worst part is the “Busy” work the heroes have you do. I am the one who cleans the ship and takes care of the tauntaun, sort of like a babysitter. Whatever. I also have to save the hero a lot. I’ve saved Erifia at least six times from death.

As far as whether it is my calling or not? I get paid I don’t know, around 50 credits a day, plus free food and free board. Somedays, I get to sit around and watch TV. Do you know how great that is? Why be the hero, then you actually have to do… I don’t know… Like Real work!

I don’t know who or what my sidekick would be… Its like… I don’t know… Not something I think about. I suppose my sidekick would be the stupid Tauntaun, or maybe a young boy, about fourteen.

He would follow me around all the time and he would always be drooling. And his catch phrase would be, “Huh?” Do you know… I don’t know… Like… I don’t know… Like…. How annoying someone saying, I don’t know, like… Huh? All the time would be?

His name would be… Smally MacGuiness. I would call him smalls. His “power” would be to become a gaseous form whenever so no-one would hit him. And he’s always, I don’t know, say… “Huh?” When they missed.

I hope that helps Jon.

This next question comes from Private Hudson, “Dear Becca, Will u b my valemtime?”

Uhm… I don’t know… You mean the earth holiday, Saint Valentines day, which was created in honor of Saint Valentine, who rebelled against the Romans so that Christians could love whoever they wanted?

I don’t know… How many girls do you ask?

Like… Better questions, How many girls don’t you ask?

I don’t know, I have a deal Hudson… If you stop watching the ship, waiting for Erifia or I to come out, and you promise never to peep on any woman anywhere, I will go out on Saint Valentines day with you…

I need you to sign a waiver, and I don’t know, I need it in writing that you won’t peep. If you do, no date…

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Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them. One set every three days.

-The Author!

The Author needs YOUR Help!

2007-06-27T22:20:00.000-04:00

Hey Cats and Kiddies!

This here is Erifia’s Author. I’ve got some propositions to make for you. The thing is, I need your help. That’s right, I need your help. I have forced, all of the characters of this blog into a (possibly) one time event and I need your help.

I NEED YOUR HELP!

For anyone who reads this… ANYONE! I want you to come up with a question. Wait… Scratch that… I need you to pick one of my characters. Want a list?

Erifia Apoc
Darth Inferna
Padawan Erifia Apoc
Tatooine the Tauntaun
Becca the Magnificant
Jedi Master Gerith Gwin (Deceased)
Aayla Secura (Not mine)
The Wookie Psychiatrist
The Orange Palps (Emperor Palpatine – Also Not Mine)
And of course… Myself. Erifia’s Author

Come up with a question. Any question. ANY QUESTION!

It can be anything… For those of you who only read my Blog and don’t comment, send in a question. I will take them Anonymously too.

To give me your question send me an e-mail at erifiaapoc@gmail.com

Here is what it is broken down… Title it “To (Insert Character Name Here)” Then give me the question in the e-mail along with who you want it to be answered to.

It will take like… Three or four minutes. Send one of my Characters a Question please.

-The Author

Bigger-Whinier-Babier-Vadier (Sapphire)

2007-06-20T19:47:00.000-04:00

(See what the Doofus sees.)

I rolled into the hull of the Executor, and I landed my beat up old, CIS bomber. I shot it once with the blaster at my side, and it exploded. I sighed heavily.

Then I saw it. I walked up to it and kissed it. I pressed myself against it, it was a Tie Bomber. It was amazing. Shiny, new, black… I climbed into it, the R2 unit began to whistle and hiss. I shot it.

It silenced itself, and began to do the work. I kicked on the thrusters and jutted out of the hull.

I found his com channel, but I didn’t say anything, instead I shot down several Tie-Fighters, and they never saw it coming.

I slipped into an escort group, and I was with the bombers it was leading towards the hull of the Mon Calamari.

“Where are you Starburst. I still feel your force,” said the baby.

“How about this Baby… I am going to do a little trick that they didn’t teach you.”

I closed my eyes. I concentrated through the force, and I extended, and masked my force in a way an old teacher taught me so long ago. When I opened my eyes, my force signature was buried in about three hundred places.

Every Tie Bomber attacking the cruiser. This included my own. It was the only way I could get him off of my fighters, and the only way we could win.

“I will tell you this…Baby… I am in a Tie Bomber. Let’s play a little game. Which one am I in?”

He growled in the Com, and his voice was heavy and angry, “This is an order from Darth Vader. All Tie Fighters, fire on your bombers… Now!”

I laughed into the Com, and as the fighters who were escorting me, turned and began firing on me. I swerved to avoid it like all of the other bombers were doing. I clicked into the secure line and hit up the Lead Mon Calamari, “I’ve got them distracted, take out that Second Star Destroyer and then get out of here.”

I clicked back to Vader’s line, “Starburst! Starburst! I have you now.” He fired on the bomber to my right, and I laughed, “Poor guy.”

He swept down and held on me, “I think this is you…”

“It probably is, you should shoot and kill it.”

I pulled hard and spun towards him. He fired his torpedos, and they came right at me. I spun up, and released a volley of bombs at him.

“I have her. Stop firing on the bombers…”

I heard on the same line, “The bombers are all gone sir. The only one left is the one you are firing on.”

“You are Rebel Scum, and I am going to kill you. Like I did everyone at the-“ I clicked my com on a different channel, “Did that upset you?” He continued, “I can feel it, your force signature has changed. You are angry… Use it…”

I snapped my finger as I rolled the ship, “You don’t know who you are talking to, kid. I was holding a saber while you were still a sand-child. You ain’t got Nothing on me.”

He fired the torpedos at me, “All, got a little stand stuck up your craw?!”

He fired them again, and I spun, letting them hit the Executor again.

“Aww… Poor thing. Not talking, you only speak Sand People, huh?” I screamed in Tuscan at him, it was lewd.

“You are a stupid Jedi!”

“You are a dust-headed Sand Child. Go back home! Oh wait, you destroyed your home… Why don’t you take that Egg to the ruins on Corouscant?”

“Shut-up!” He rumbled and my shi shook as ten torpedoes were flung from his, aimed at me, and hitting the Executor.

“Hey… Lightbright Chest… Take a look over there, at your second Destroyer…”

The Star Destroyer was glowing red, and the pieces began to break and fall apart in dull explosions. It began to break and crack, and I spun hard heading towards the debris… I heard the engines of the Calamari starting, and if I didn’t get in, I would be as good as dead.

“So what, I will build more…”

“But, guess what, you are out of Bombers and Vulnerable, And while you wear that Black Mushroom Head Helmet, you can’t see through these debris…”

I pushed through the fire, and I spun around some metal jutting out, and pulled in a circle and went through a hall in the ship, then I saw a bombed hole. I fired decorating the hall with my bombs, and I flew through the hole.

“Goodbye Princess!” I yelled into the com, kicked on my thrusters, and I went towards the dock. I landed in and my ship struck the wall as the Calamari shifted into hyperspace.

I landed on the floor, and rolled out of my ship, and laid on the floor looking at the ceiling. I began laughing heavily, and a rebellion pilot came over, and he grabbed my hand and helped me up, “Thanks Sapphire,” he said, “We’d have all died without you.”

“No. You boys can handle yourself.”

I need a bath,

Sapphire out.

Big-Whiny-Baby-Vader (Sapphire)

2007-06-03T09:10:00.000-04:00

(See what the Doofus sees.)

We came out of hyperspace in a bad place. The Rebellion was heading off an attack against the Empire. Isn’t it always that way?

This was no ordinary battle. It was a battle in which, I am sure we would not be walking away from. Six Star Destroyers, one of them led by the baby, Darth Vader, against three of our old GAR cruisers, and a Mon Calamari.

They called me. Why? I can never be sure. They told me they had my requirements to fly for them, and I showed up.

It pays well. Fifty Credits a Tie-Fighter.

The Sapphire family would eat well tonight.

When the alarm sounded, I was taking a nap in the storage room, and I woke, and ran for my ship. A CIS Bomber. I smiled while I rubbed its rusting hull.

The Sapphire family would eat very well tonight.

I hopped into the ship, and I masked myself. I activated my com, and I put on my custom helmet to fit my lekkus, “This is Lone-Flyer Starburst reporting in.”

“Starburst, you have your orders, be sure to keep the channels on the others and assist your fellows as needed.”

“Yessir.”

I activated the old gears, and I launched out of the hull. I forgot how beautiful space was. I never stopped and looked anymore… It was nice, I was the first one out, and I would probably be the last one back.

I switched my com, to the enemy’s. Why don’t they ever think to do that? I flew towards the baby’s Star Destroyer… That ball looking thing on the top of it? Yeah, I am going to bust his balls.

The tie fighters poured out of the ship like bees. That’s little better then what they were. They were clones, sure, but their training was that of what a queen bee would say to her drones, “Food, get, now.” That’s when I heard the baby, “Form up behing me, the leader is mine.”

He then spoke again, “Shoot to kill!”

Duh- Stupid… In Space one shot is death.

“Your fighters are outnumbered. I do not take prisoners, your ships will be destroyed.”

Was he talking to me?

“I suppose you are speaking to me, Baby. Uhm, I think we are going to fight anyway. You might want to comm back to your Destroyer, Your balls are getting busted baby.”

I released a volley of bombs onto them, from behind the main thrusters, having flown under the destroyers, and going up around.

He spoke, as I saw his elite fighters, turn towards where I was, “Starburst, we meet again. I should have known it was you, leading these fools to their deaths.”

“See, Baby, they don’t let me lead anymore, after that assault where we lost near about a thousand fighters on taking out six destroyers, remember that?” I bit my tongue as I spun around an asteroid.

Three bursts of energy grazed my hull, as he spoke in my ear, “Tragic, your skills were lacking, they always were, Not much has changed.”

I dodged right, and then flew tight against the bottom of the Star Destroyer, if I wanted to make any money, I needed to get away, “You, on the other hand, forgot how sneaky I was.”

I did a hard right turn, and spun over the huge Destroyer’s hull, and I swooped towards a group of Tie Interceptors, “Tag,” I said, as the bomb exploded, sending two halves into the ones next to it, “You’re it.”

A metallic voice filled my cockpit, “Tracking torpedo locked on, impact in five-four-five-six-seven-eight.” I pulled up hard, flying right back towards Baby Vader.

“You lost this,” I laughed, “It wants you back.” I spun towards the hull.

“You can’t win this with tinker toys, Starburst. I almost had you once, and I will again. A laser hit my window, and my ship swerved, “You always did think you were better then everyone else.”

“No, I am better then you,” I released a volley of bombs up the hall of the Executor, “Aww, I missed you, baby.”

Another torpedo spun in and struck my side, “And just have you missed, Jedi?”

“Now,” I said taking quickened breaths, seeing my ship getting beat up, “What makes you think I am a jedi?”

My ship started sputtering and it was on fire, “I’m going down baby, congrats, you did it… Now, go kill rebellion troops… Have fun you son of a - - -“ I shut off my com so he would get static, and I shot the ship right where I was headed making it appear as though I had blown up.

I needed a new ship.

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Okay… You people hate me now… Look at what the Author did to Erifia…

I seriously am not this red eyed monster…

Stop thinking that with your terrible mind…

Come now, that’s too far.

Look… I’m trying to make it up to her. But it had to happen people… Trust me.

However, I want you all to enjoy, Ms. Leuba Sapphire’s adventures while the her in the past fixes her issues.

Speaking of Issues. I am taking Erifia, Becca, Tatooine, and Myself to Endor.

Probably be there for about a week, and she will get better I promise.

She did when I took her to the beach…

Speaking of getting better, Becca doesn’t know how to pitch a tent, light a fire, catch fish, hunt, gather berries, or sleep and eat, I’m pretty sure.

Erifia is totally comatose.

And Tatooine means well, but his tail knocks everything down. Maybe I should conjure up some Darth Inferna… She always seems to know what she is doing…

Oh well…

About interrupting…

-The Author!

The Aftermath (The Characters)

2007-05-27T00:02:00.000-04:00

Cries (Becca)

Erifia has been… I don’t know, especially quiet. I knew when she threw me off the ship that it wasn’t her. I was proud of myself… For like, I don’t know, three seconds, before the massive migraines began.

She’s walking around in a daze… Yesterday, she had to kill a I don’t know, Magma Shard, or a Magnus Bard, or a Magnet Card… I don’t know, she didn’t even smile. I tried to read her mind, but there is this massive barrier, one I couldn’t even cross.

I tried to talk to her, and she just stared past me… Like she was looking for something, but couldn’t find it. She will occasionally say the Jedi thingy…

To herself, under her breath. I don’t know…

I guess I am asking for help. I don’t know how to help her.

She cries… Please don’t tell her. She has cried a lot for the past week. I just want her to be okay.

I feel like such a bad friend, I don’t even know what is wrong.

-Rebecca M.

Ps. 7

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Sick (Tatooine)

Mommy is sick… She is blowing her nose and she is always screaming like she is hurt. I tried to help mommy… Mommy isn’t getting better.

I gave mommy my bubblebubkin. She pushed it away without looking at me. I hugged mommy. She pushed me away. I got mommy my old bottle. She tossed it to the ground.

I want mommy to stop being sick.

I gave her some medicines, the thing she sticks under my tongue, that always makes me better. She wouldn’t take it.

Does mommy want to stay sick?

If me –

Tatooine…

I can count to 8.

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Failure (Inferna)

I failed… Where did I go wrong?

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Sleep (Erifia)

Can’t I just go to sleep and not wake up?

If you’ll excuse me, I need to sleep, a lot,

Sobs and Pain,
Erifia Apoc

Screams (Erifia)

2007-05-25T23:06:00.000-04:00

I stared helplessly at the men and the coffin. I fell to my knees. I looked at the men, who stared at me. They hung their heads low, and I felt tears fill my eyes.

“Is it?” I whispered.

There was a nod. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, the men flinched. I grabbed my sabers. I cannot recite what happened next, I do no remember. All I remember is standing at my ship, with blaster wounds and covered in oil.

It was then when I broke down. Tears rolled down my face, and I felt such pain- I cannot describe it for I have never- No… When my master died… I felt this pain.

I thought back then that it was a way for me to get stronger.

I was wrong… I feel… Useless… Helpless…

I am useless.

I miss him. I had just seen him… Not but two days before. I… I couldn’t help him… I…

I vomited, I think. I can’t remember. Deadweight was gone… It’s my fault… I wasn’t strong enough for him.

I stood, tears filling my eyes but drying…

I spoke, bitter words coming from my mouth… My own vow broken as soon as I opened my mouth…

“There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death, there is the Force.”

My voice crackled as did my stance against that… My eyes clouded over… I could feel it, as the sorrow was covered up.

“There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death, there is the Force.”

If you’ll-

Hu-

-Erifia Apoc

Whispers (Inferna)

2007-05-23T10:38:00.000-04:00

“See… Isn’t that better Erifia? You don’t have to do anything… Just let me pilot this body…”

let me out

“No, I don’t think I will… Not yet at least.

“It was so nice to be in control again. You would think the stupid fool would destroy my clothing. No… She’s not smart… She thinks she is but she isn’t.

“Oh… Who am I talking to? You, of course. I know someone is watching my thoughts, unlike her… Talking directly to you isn’t a sin, anyway. If it was, I’d do it more.”

To get to the small armory on Coruscant, I had to travel on Erifia’s hunk of junk. This led to both the idiot and the pest bothering me. She with he incessant “I don’t knows.” And the needy pest repeating “Mommy…”

Both of those beings are worthless. The problem is, for the people she cares about most, she fights the hardest for. As long as I don’t hurt the people she knows and loves, she doesn’t care.

let me out

She’s going to keep doing that… On and on… I know I seemed desperate, but… I was… If I can crush her spirit, then I won’t have to worry about controlling her body, right?

Doesn’t she seem so weak though? Sometimes I feel sorry for her, after I take control. The mental battle takes a lot out of her. It only makes me want freedom more.

So… Coruscant, Armory. When we arrived, I landed the ship, and went to the place where Erifia takes her constitutionals.

There was a letter there. Not surprising of course…

let me out

“Shut up.”

I read the letter out loud, so she could hear it, “Dearest Tri’lek, we have been called to duty… We are going to Altyr 5. I love you.” I sighed, “That was sick. Gah, those very words touching my tongue and lips makes me want to vomit.”

I went onto the ship, and the idiot and the pest began to chatter at me. I threw them off the ship… Literally. The idiot landed first then the pest. They stared at me, and realized my eyes were glowing red. She tried to read my mind, trying to help Erifia.

A surge of power went through my eyes, and she fainted.

“Ready Erifia?”

stop this

“I think not sweetie… We are in it for the long run.”

I kicked on the thrusters on the ship, and we headed towards Altyr 5. It didn’t take long to get thee, especially not in the hunk of junk. And when we arrived, there was a troop of men, an they were carrying a long box, six of them to be exact…

I gave Erifia control… Gave her control…

Now for the real Disquiet.

Disquiet (Inferna)

2007-05-21T22:27:00.000-04:00

Hello Erifia.

Its me again.

You’ve banished me, you’ve stabbed me, you’ve suppressed me. I’m still here babe.

You can never get rid of me.

I just wanted to catch up, it seems to be awhile. You’re busy I notice. Not thinking about too much. It gives me plenty of time to swirl about your lekkus and find out things. I know everything you know, but that only makes sense.

I also have outside contacts. Things I pick up on from the world and other sith through the force. I know something you don’t know.

Do you want to know?

Let me out.

Let me free Erifia. I will tell you everything I know.

Let me out.

LET ME OUT! NOW!

I grow impatient Erifia. I know you want to know what I know. I know you have to know what I know. If you don’t what will you learn?

Let me out.

I grow impatient of your impudence. You are a ignorant idiot! You are worth nothing. All you have to do is shut yourself off. Just do it moron! If you don’t do it soon, I’m going to destroy your innards. Part by part your mind will be mind, then how will you fight me?

Let me out!

LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!

Please… Erifia… I am begging you… You have to know this… We have to know this. Stop blocking me… Erifia… If you find out any other way it will destroy you, and if you are destroyed, then I am destroyed…

Erifia… I beg of you… Let me out.

Real World Adventures with My Author 4 (Erifia)

2007-05-06T19:26:00.000-04:00

“Hey baby,” he said while pointed at a random girl that walked by, “I’m Nabeshin.”

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. It had been two long days, of this. Him walking up to people, shaking hands, kissing babies, saying hello, flirting with girls, flirting with guys, I don’t know about this guy.

“Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Nope.”

“Why are you doing all this?”

“Good Rep… I don’t mean a word of it… I promise.”

“Even when you wished that old lady luck with her operation.”

“Well, I meant that.”

“So how long am I stuck in this stupid world?”

“You’re stupid!” He retorted.

“How long?!”

“Until they figure out a way to get you back.”

“But… Ugh!” I said, “You would think they would work faster with the promise of a kiss attached to getting done.”

A voice called through the crowd, as one of the guys from the room ran up, “Sorry we took so long, but it took us longer fantasizing about the kiss attached to getting done.”

My author laughed at me. Somehow, somewhere, someway, I think I get laughed at a lot. By people I don’t even know, or have even heard of.

Together they began to speak, “Okay,” said my author, who moments earlier was sounding like a babbling idiot, spoke, “So… What have you found out?”

“Okay, her being right here, right now is a geo-pan-dimensional anomaly. She shouldn’t exist. So… You have to stick her back in your mind.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I guess you could shove her in through the ears.”

“That’s what you boys came up with?”

“No, that’s the simple explanation.”

I put on a pair of glasses, I grabbed from my author’s fro, and I spoke, “Why don’t we simple counterbalance the dimensional balance, by sending someone from this dimension in.”

The geek looked at my author, and exclaimed, “That could work, but who would be willing to go into that dimension?”

My author sighed, then he gasped as he looked up in the sky, and saw a Star Destroyer. He looked, and he laughed, “I have a better idea, Why don’t we close the entire portal. Shut the gateway down, and sew up the dimensional rifts.”

The geek responded, “That would take a Einstein Needle. Only three existed, now there is only one, in his coffin.”

My author reached into his fro, and he grabbed a weird looking device, “I got one right here.”

“Wait,” I said, “So you’ll never come and bother me again?”

“I wouldn’t say that, I can simply re-writ-… My author ran down through the crowd.”

The geek looked at me, and put his hands in his pocket, and he began to wheeze, “You’re pretty.”

I rolled my eyes. My author returned a moment later, and he took out laptop, and then he sat down on a chair. He began to click, and he looked at me. He typed something in and I felt weird.

“Ahahaha!” He laughed, “You’re pink.”

I looked and I screamed, the entire crowd stared at me, “Change me back!”

He typed in a few things and I was back to normal. I held my fist at him, and he began to type some things up…

“I,” he said, as he began to type some things down, “Am fixing everything… Give me one second…”

The world warped around me, and I held a saber in my hand, and was standing over the broken bits of an AI droid. He sputtered, and he exploded, sending bits in the air.

What?

Don’t ask questions, it worked didn’t it?

“What did you do?”

Edited the older posts, and made it so our adventure didn’t happen.

“I hate you.”

If you’ll excuse me, Why didn’t that no good low down mo- *Sigh* Why didn’t he do that to begin with?

Hugs and Kisses, (Except for my author)
Erifia Apoc

I know, I know...

2007-04-26T16:37:00.000-04:00

Look, I know I haven't been posting. But I have been busy judging LGS.

Speaking of...

Go read, I have been commenting.

http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/

That's right.

http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/

Look again.

http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/

That's where I am. I will post one when I get some free time, okay?

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Real World Adventures with My Author 3 (Erifia)

2007-04-17T13:52:00.000-04:00

When we first arrived at the convention, I was a little alarmed, to say the least. He walked in real casual, and he looked at the girl who was taking this atrocious looking green money, and he said, “Hey baby, me and my friend are looking for a couple of our friends.”

She blushed, and then waved us in.

“You’re atrocious,” I said to him.

“Most all of the time, its hard for me not to be.”

“So why are we here? I see lots of people, wearing costumes, but that… Oh… I get it, if I am here people won’t think twice about… Clever…”

“Right, and its also the best place to find people who know what needs to be done about our situation.”

“Really? Where?”

He led me through the crowd of humans dressed as all different kind of things, I think one was like a plant lady thing.

There were some dressed as some sort of alien species I had never seen before…

I don’t know about these Earth Humans and their wearing costumes, Becca is always wearing costumes. ALWAYS.

So my Author leads me into a room, there are monitors, and small hand held computers, and there are plenty of bright lights in the room. This made me more comfortable. When the group of ten of them turned and stared at me.

“A girl?!”

Their mouths all dropped and they stared, and they began to wheeze, and they pulled out these little medicine injection devices, and took a huff from them, it sounded like steam escaping from a pipe.

“What do we do? Why did you bring her here?”

“Look boys, this girl needs a favor, we are having a trouble with a dimensional flux We figured you boys would know how to solve it. See the dimensions are out of balance, and she’s here to try and balance them temporarily. Something is off, we need you to look at these specs.”

My author reached into his huge fro, and pulled out a small electronic device, “And then from there solve the problem.”

One of them wheezed out, “What’s in it for us?”

“She’ll kiss you?”

I’ll what?

My author spoke, “You have to say that out loud for it to have an affect.”

“I’ll what?!”

“You’ll kiss them.”

Its pointless to argue with him, so I hung my head low, and I agreed.

“We are right on it!”

If you’ll excuse me, I have to go… I don’t know or care anymore.

Hugs and (Geek) kisses,
Erifia Apoc

PS. My inter-monologue must not be working.

Real World Adventures with My Author 2 (Erifia)

2007-04-14T22:47:00.000-04:00

There was a flash. A bright flash, and I was real. Or, I was as real as I could be. We were sitting in a Radio Booth. He was sitting there, relaxed, as if nothing had ever happened, I was confused.

I looked around, and then I looked at him.

“What is going on? Where is all the technology?”

“My laptop is about as technological as it gets… So no lightsabers!”

“How am I going to fit in? I’m Indigo, and I’m a twi’lek.”

He laughed again. I hate that laugh. This laugh that mocks my intelligence, it mocks my belief. It mocks me. I wanted to slap him. So… I did. When my hand connected with his cheek, I felt suddenly better.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, until I can have my people figure out what is going on, you and I are going someplace where you can blend in.”

“Where is that?”

“A convention.”

“A what?”

“You’ll see.”

So we got into his primitive vehicle. It was gas run, and it was on the ground. How inconvenient. Not many people looked at me. Several commented on how good my costume was on the way to car.

I don’t understand. Costume? This world is weird. I don’t like it. He drove, and on the radio was different weird music. It was bland, pointless, tasteless, not even my lekkus awknowledged it as music.

What is a Convention? Why does my Author want to take me there?

Why does it take so long to get such a short distance in this world?

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Real World Adventures with My Author 1 (Erifia)

2007-04-12T12:39:00.000-04:00

I don’t know, have any of you other bloggers ran into your author? I mean, just randomly running around your lives, in your lives? See, I write this journal, or more my author writes this journal… But I am a step ahead of myself.

Okay, so it all started this morning. I was running from two Magna Guards, not because I was scared, but because I needed to get some better ground so that way I could fight them on my terms instead of them jumping me in an alley.

Then, out of nowhere, my author pops out of nowhere, and he has a gun, and he goes crazy on the droids.

He did a roll, and he fired at me, and when I moved, the droid behind me fell. He laughed and released the clip on his gun.

“What are you doing here?!” I yelled at him.

“The better question is, what am I doing here.”

“I just asked that.”

“Nope, you asked something entirely different.”

I spoke because he forced me to, “I asked something entirely different- Stop that! Seriously, why are you here?”

“Because, I got bored.”

“Nice. I’m glad I am a source of entertainment for you.”

“I’d like to think of you as an indigo clown.”

I extended my sabers, and I ran after him, and he ran away.

But that wasn’t it, when I got to my ship he was sitting there chatting it up with Becca. Of course, she was brilliantly intelligent for him.

“So any way Rebecca,” he said, “I understand that right now, I am in this world for no other reason then there was a pan dimensional vortex that opened up caused by the alpha radio waves during my radio-show today, what is happening is I am here because the vortex needed to counterbalance the universal weight of the universe in which you live.”

“That sounds logical,” she said, “But there is a flaw in your plan, see this isn’t your actual universe, there are only several things here that are indeed your own. Erifia, Tatooine, this ship, they are the only things that really belong to you. Everything else is from the mind of The Director. I’m not even yours because I was a real person back in the your dimension.”

“So therefore, what you are saying is that to create the proper weight balance, you need to take something from this dimension over, and then once the vortex begins to close, I put it back through, and then it balances the alpha with the beta.”

“Absolutely.”

I stared at Becca… She looked up to me, and she laughed, “I mean, I don’t know.”

Cute… I hate when he comes to this universe.

“Hey Erifia, I know I made you smart, did you catch all of that.”

“I don’t want to go,” I said, “I really don’t want to… I’m a twilek… How could I possibly fit in?”

He laughed. I don’t know if it was a good thing.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to get packed for earth,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

200!!!! Photo Memories…

2007-04-08T19:19:00.000-04:00

(Note from the Author: All pictures are links!)

This is me.

So… There was this one time, when I got invited to a slumber party… and needless to say… I was frightened.

This is my mother… Isn’t she beautiful?

This is my sidekick… Isn’t she… Isn’t she something…

This is my baby boy… He’s cute, and smelly, and I love him.

Those are my old professors, no wonder I became so mean, HA!

Ignore that… Ignore That!

This Fooled Mace Windu, not that that is saying much.

What I wear when I relax… Sexy, ain’t I?

I don’t quite understand how that happened, but it did… Right?

Its funny how different I was back then… I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

Look at how tough I look! I love blasters, almost as much as I love my sabers.

I love that dress… I love, I love, I love that dress!

NOTHING!

This is my author…

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some serious things to do…

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

PS. Thanks for sticking it through with me everyone!

200ps. Two Queens of the Chess Board: Final (Leuba Sapphire)

2007-04-05T22:21:00.000-04:00

Felucia was less then beautiful. It had been ravaged by war, and their were remnants of armor, and remnants of droids laying about the planet.

I never understood why it was such an important staple in conquest. I had to come here once, in the time I never speak of. I had to save an old jedi here.

I also saved many of the dark men, who all share the same face. This planet was a terrible place.

There was a marker, deep down in the swamps, and that was my intent. An Aacklay decided to stand in my way, and it charged me, and I fired my gun, and it blew up his head, and he fell forward.

I walked by him. He wasn’t important. I used his corpse to get across a particularly wet area. An old battle droid saw me, and began to sputter and he tried to fire his long depleted gun, and then expending the last of his energy shut down.

I found the marker, it was down in the swamps, deeper then I had remembered. Sitting on top of it was a bird… One that I had killed. She looked up at it, and it caused her to lower her defenses enough for the Dark Men who share a face to kill her.

I was too late to save her. I commended her body to the soil, and I made the marker. It was made of a large stone that was nearby, and I used my saber to cut out the marker.

The bird sat on top of it, a skeleton now, and I knelt down before it, and I hate to admit it, but tears filled my eyes. I rubbed him fingers along the letter A.

It was strange, that is, once it all went down, and she died. She kept me on my toes. I became a better person because of her, and she was my true Antithesis. Everything I was good at she sucked at, and everything she was good at, I sucked at.

I cried, not because I liked her, and not because we were ever friends, but I cried because being at this spot reminded me of everything, and I owe where I am now to her. When I tried to save her, I knew that.

If she survived we maybe could have changed the present. But she didn’t, and I had to revert back to the bounty-hunter and spy I was trained to be instead of the jedi.

I could only stay here for right now. Eventually I would have to go back into the real world, but now, I wanted to mourn. If only I could change it all…

Nothing… and…Everything,
-Leuba Sapphire.

The Finality.

2007-04-01T11:26:00.000-04:00

I stood on the steps of the Jedi temple. I eyed it, and it eyed me back. I extended both of my lightsabers. The Purple and the White one glowed against my skin, and it glowed against the walls at dusk with rain making them sizzle occasionally.

I walked towards the building, and I opened the door. When I entered one of the Jedi Masters saw me. I threw my saber, and jumped over his smoldering corpse. I caught my saber, and headed towards the rooms. One room, by one room, I sent my sabers in and cut down the jedi at rest.

When I came to the library Mace was there to stop me. I stood my ground, and he leapt into the air. I activated a thermal, and I stood there was he came down. Five, four, three, two… and as he dropped down on top of me, I rolled forward, and he exploded. I ran before the radiation from the thermal killed me.

Shaak-Ti was there. I threw both of my sabers, knowing she only had one, as my blades flanked, and struck, she screamed and fell to the ground.

I leapt into the air. I looked around quickly, there were several jedi waiting to stop me. I spun in a circle, as fast as I could. Blade after blade fell. Jedi after jedi died.

Barriss and Kriss stood as my next obstacle. I eyed them down. Barriss laid down her saber, and Kriss tossed her to the side, in one movement, I removed both of their heads.

Obi-Wan then stood in front of me. He brought his sword down towards me, and it grazed my flesh. I stabbed it into his chest, and withdrew as he fell lifeless to the ground.

The last barrier for me was Master Yoda.

“Do this why do you?!?” He screamed, “Inferna you are?”

“No, I’m Erifia. I’ve just had enough for your problems. I am doing what someone else should have done.”

He held his hand up, and I flew backwards, and I released a saber and threw it at him. He threw it back, and it cut off one of my legs. I fell to the ground, and I stood on my hands. I used the force to hold the saber to my foot, and he leapt towards me a whirlwind of fury.

I blocked his blows, but eventually he cut me in half, and my last words were…

“April Fools!”

Now back to your regulary scheduled post series…

Title: 200ps: The Two Queens of the Chess Board: Part 7 (Erifia)

Lekkus wiggling and speaking, “Deal, because frankly, sister, I wouldn’t want to willingly look at him even if they would give me a lot of money for it too…”

Her plan, after she related it to us, was relatively simple.

Aayla and I looked at each other when it was time to put our plan in action. Everyone was asleep, and Oola unlocked our chains. We grabbed our stuff, and we left.

Once we got outside, we both kind of looked at each other, like, “Could it really be that simple?”

We went to my ship, and we both got into it. I sat in the pilot seat, and she sat next to me. I started laughing, and she looked at me, “What is so funny?”

“Can you believe how stupid that Oola was? He doesn’t even have any redeeming qualities… When he made us touch him, I felt like I was touching vomit wrapped in carrion flesh, and it smelled reminiscent of that.”

She laughed, “Yeah… It kind of did.”

“I got the film and everything…”

“Uhm… Good,” said Aayla, “I… I just wanted to say, Runt, that we made sort of a good team.”

“I guess we did, dumb-face.”

“But don’t think I am going to go soft on you…”

“I wouldn’t expect you to stupid…”

“Good, then lets get home, and never speak of this to anyone.”

I responded, “I agree… Let’s never speak of this event to anyone.”

“What are we going to do to pass the time?”

“Stupid…”

“Trilek…”

“Dumbface…”

“Runt…”

If you’ll excuse us, we have some serious time to pass.

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

200ps: The Two Queens of the Chess Board: Part 6 (Erifia)

2007-03-29T09:36:00.001-04:00

Shooontabla – (Verb) In Huttese Shoontabla means to suffer while dieing.

Both I and Aayla laughed, long and hard we laughed. We didn’t know that’s what it meant, and I am sure neither did Grevious when Jabba dropped him into the Rancor pit.

I didn’t see what was going on, but of boy did I hear it. Grevious was coughing up a storm and there were saber noises, and Rancor roars, etc. etc. The fight lasted a long time. Eventually, Grevious crawled back up out of the pit.

“I broke your Rancor, you need another one. *Cough*.” He stood up and extended both sabers, and I have to say, for once, I was impressed by Grevious. That was the coolest line he ever had.

Jabba seemed impressed by this. He began to speak in huttese again. I recorded it all. He agreed to assist the CIS in funding, if he was made ruler of Tatooine, and he was paid back double what he gave out.

Aayla and I scooted close to each other and we began to speak using our lekkus.

“We need to get out of here now…Dumbface.”

“Duh… Stupid…”

“Do you have a plan?”

“No.”

“I do. But…”

“But?”

“We only have once chance to do it, if we fail we are toast.”

Oola spoke using her lekkus and we both heard it loud and clear, “I can tell him, and you’ll both be stuck here forever, or, you can work with me and never look at my Jabba again.”

If you’ll excuse me, next post I have a very, very funny response to that,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

200ps: The Two Queens of the Chess Board: Part 5 (Erifia)

2007-03-26T22:11:00.000-04:00

Okay. Aayla and I hate each other. This is common knowledge. We hate each other so much that when we look at each other, actual daggers come from our eyes and stab each other.

But I have never seen someone hate both of us. Usually what one of us lacks, the other makes up for, and everyone can like either of us. You follow?

This Oola… First of all she is puke green. That is disgusting. She wears these gothic type outfits (Which are kind of cool) but I digress! She is a disgusting filth of twi’lek. She actually enjoys spending time with Jabba, and she lays on him.

Aayla and I are all like trying to break our chains, and she is trying to enter his flesh through his mouth or something. Two Words…. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I guess that’s more like one really long word. It had been twelve hours since Aayla and I were strapped to Jabba. We had to change into this atrocious little metal number, and we’ve sat here. Both of us more than capable of getting out and killing him… But waiting.

When the worst thing ever walked through the door… General Grevious.

Both Aayla and I turned our faces away. I cleverly hid my face with my one hand. He walked down in front of the huge blubbery mass, and he knelt.

“Prince Jabba *Cough*. I am here to discuss that one thing *Cough* that we were to discuss *Cough*.”

“Messoonaabbababaaaaa Joaoendapabbaa-“ I spaced out again… My mind wandered back to Deadweight for a moment, and when I came back I think he was still on his second word, “andmdaaaannnaaabbaa…”

“Because, we will see *cough cough* that you are the ruler of *Cough cough hack up a lung on the floor* Tatooine.”

Jabba laughed, “Hooo Hooo Hooo. Me so no wabba stupid droids!”

Was that three words of English in the same sentence? I just realized, as handy as this was to have the bad-guys talking right in front of me, we needed proof.

I moved towards Oola, as Sagacious Crumb began to point and laugh at Grevious. I wanted to kill that little thing… Oh so bad. I grabbed something from my pile of clothing. I activated it and stuck it on my metallic clothing, it blended right it… I sat down by Jabba with my hands covering my face like I was crying.

Grevious coughed again, “What do I have to do to prove to you we are *Cough Cough* worthy of your funding?”

“Shooontabla.”

I couldn’t help but bust out laughing, and Aayla laughed too… He just said ‘Shooontabla’ say it out loud. Say it! Ahahahaa…

Now, what does Shooontabla mean?

If you’ll excuse me, I left my Huttese dictionary in my non metallic outfit,

Shooontabla and Shooontabla,
Erifia Apoc

PS. Shooontabla.

PSS. Shooontabla…

200ps: The Two Queens of the Chess-Board: Part 4 (Erifia Apoc)

2007-03-23T07:48:00.000-04:00

The music began. We had choreographed the whole show in that half hour. The song playing for me was “Girls just want to have fun.” By that earth Human Cyndi Lauper. I dropped my cloak, and all eyes fell on me.

It was a plaid red skirt, and a white blouse. I began to dance on my runway. All of them began to throw credits onto the runway.

The light went off me, and then Aayla dropped her cloak. She was wearing black leather. I scowled as she cracked a whip she had in her hand. The music now made sense, Something about touch and one’s own body, by some earth band. What’s up with this earth music?

Men turned to face her, She cracked her whip, and walked with confidence down the runway.

My music came on, and I used my three lekkus to do a spin, and they danced of their own accord, and I did a small jump in the air. The men started hooting and hollering. Aayla used the whips attached to her lekkus and she cracked them.

This stupidity went back and fourth until the men were out of money, and Jabba spoke up, “Mesonaba Herojoanoma Hesaasaaa…” About this time, I spaced out and didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, when I went back into focus he said, “Domnaaa Sombada Errrraaaaaaaaa*Burp*.” I rolled my eyes, as both Aayla and I were shackled and chained to Jabba.

Oola didn’t seem to happy about this. Trust me… Oola had no idea about being happy about a situation…

If you’ll excuse me… I think I’m going to throw up a little…

NO HUGS AND NO KISSES!!!!
Erifia Apoc

(Comment from the Author: There! There's your Banned post... Hmph...)

1 Year Today! 200sp: The Two Queens of the Chess-Board: Part 3 (Erifia Apoc)

2007-03-21T22:17:00.000-04:00

Dumbface and I were told that we had to work together and find some information from Jabba’s palace.

Given the information from Shaak Ti, Aayla and I were to dress in red and white, and decorate our bodies in henna. We sat across from each other, staring.

“I can’t apply it to myself,” I said, “And you can’t apply it to yourself. I will be nice, if you be nice.” I reached my hand out, and she took it, and we shook. Then I withdrew my hand, found hand sanitizer to sterilize my hand. She was using a lighter.

I dipped the brush in the super-henna, It dried after only five minutes and filled in a color in the same time. She laid down, and I started the design with a vortex circle and then I ran it until I made it seem like vines crawling up and around her body. The vines all had thorns, it took me a bit to do, but it looked good afterwards.

“Wow, that was an improvement on your body,” I said, “It gave it some features, some class.”

She retorted, “You’re a stupid tri’lek.”

I laid down on the bed, and waited in dread fear. She stood, and scraped off the dry henna, and then she looked in the mirror.

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll be nice.”

She began to stroke the brush over my body. It seemed to me to be chaos. She was going to pay. I waited for her to finish and the henna to dry. I jumped off after ten minutes and I ran to the mirror. She had made my designs very tribal, and they actually looked good.

“We need to coordinate outfits,” I said with my hands on my hip.

“I know… You dress like a slave-girl, and I dress like a peasant.”

“You…It takes the fun out of it if you insult yourself.”

“I know,” she smiled and winked.

“What if we use your lekkus wrapping style, and use my clothes, we attach chains and other things to both pieces.”

“That could work. But…”

It hit me, “Would it not be more beneficial to try and out dance each other? That could be our shtick. We both wear outfits that coordinate but don’t match. We try to out dance each other.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m okay with that. Remember, lets keep with the colors red, blue, indigo and white. I trust you to not dance like a peasant.”

She clenched her fist, “Look, we hate each other, lets just get this done.”

“Whatever,” I said.

We both packed and met on her ship. I was wearing a black cloak, and I had pulled tightly around me. She had a white cloak and had it pulled tightly around herself, “In my ship it will take us awhile to get to Tatooine. We all can’t have foreign technology.”

I laid back and waited. I fell asleep, and when we arrived there she kicked me to wake me up. I jumped awake and I swung my fist at her and she ducked under it. I sighed heavily, and I looked at her. Angry.

I left the ship, and once outside I saw Jabba’s palace. I pulled my cloak tightly to myself. She did the same, and we walked to the Palace’s door. It was answered by a twi’lek man, “You have some business with Jabba?”

“We are the entertainment,” he raised his eyebrow and Aayla and I both moved our hands in front of his face, we spoke together, “We are the entertainment.”

He opened the door, and led us downward. He took us into a back hallway, and led us to a room, “You will go on in thirty minutes. Be sure to wish Jabba happy-birthday. Also, keep in mind if you need special music you need to use the com-link to tell the band what you need and the lightning or whatever.”

He left the room, “I am so going to make more money then you,” I said to Aayla.

Aayla looked at me and laughed, “If they like fat ugly twi’leks.”

“Then you’ll do fine, won’t you?”

“Nerfherder!” She yelled at me.

“Sithspit!”

“Clone!”

“Padawan!”

“Idiot!”

“Know-it-all!”

“Dumbface!”

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to beat this dumb-face in a Yo Momma competition,

Cloaks and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

(I have survived a year of blogger, I heard that was the hard part and once you get a year, you are good to go. I am so happy to have made it this far, and I plan on making it another year. I am so excited. I want to thank everyone who comments, and especially William. If it weren't for him, reading from the beginning, I don't know what I'd have done.

So, *Holds a gladd of klingon blood wine* Here's to good freinds, and another year at blogger!

Want to see the original post that started it all?

HERE!!!

Thanks everyone, Happy Bloggerversary to me!)

200ps: The Two Queens of the Chess-Board: Part 2 (Erifia Apoc)

2007-03-19T20:58:00.000-04:00

I had been called to the council’s chambers. I waited outside impatiently walking back and fourth. The call was a mental message sent by Master Yoda. I guess they knew anyone else who sent one I would not respond to.

I had arrived as quickly as I could. Now I was waiting. Whatever was so urgent, they sure were keeping me a long time. The doors swung open. I walked in, and I looked around. There was another door opening.

I narrowed my eyes. Aayla Secura. We smiled at each other. Both smiles, mine and hers were masks. We both knew how we felt about each other. We met before the council, and stood several feet away from each other.

“We called you both here,” Luminara spoke, “Because of all the Jedi, only you two are both experienced enough, and qualified enough for this mission.” Aayla looked over at me, and I looked back at her.

“Master Apoc, I would think better than this, of you.” Shaak ti said. I turned to her, “You obviously don’t know the woman who you decided to partner me with. Not only is she incompetent, she is rash and causes the death of those around her.”

“At least I’m not a know-it-all rebel!” She shot, “I’m not daddy’s little girl, the golden child, I’m an adult.”

“Adult? With how weak that argument was, it sounded as if a child had made it.”

“You would know how children think Tri’lek.”

“That was so weak that I won’t even respond to it directly!” I yelled.

Aayla leapt forward and then a cane flying through the air struck her in the forhead and sent her plummeting to the ground.

It swung back around at my head and I ducked, it boomeranged, and I ducked again. I smiled at Master Yoda. It struck me in the back of the head, and I fell forward, my face hitting the ground.

“Work together you will, listen to us you must. Ignore us, and more then cane it will be.”

Dumb-Face and I spoke in unison, “Yes Master.”

Obi-Wan began, “You two are the best equipped for the job. You will be infiltrating Jabba the Hutt’s Palace on Tatooine. Posed as dancers.”

I looked at Aayla and she looked at me, “But she is ugly!” We said it at the same time. Obi-Wan laughed, “We have reason to believe that the CIS is looking for him to help in funding. We do not need you to kill everyone in the place, Aayla. Nor do we need you to rob the place blind, Erifia. We just need evidence that it is happening.”

“The Papparazzi Queen takes pictures,” I said, “I find small documents and hidden files. If Jabba hasn’t done anything then I can’t find it.”

Aayla began, “And I am a general. I do not even begin to know the first thing about espionage.”

We yelled at the same time, “And you can’t pair me with her!”

Master Yoda lit up his lightsaber, “Unless she changes her outfit!” We yelled in a finish.

He sheathed it, “Due to Tatooine you are, immediately.”

Shaak Ti spoke, “Get dressed, we have you signed up as a dancing pair, famous from the Coruscant understreets. Your colors are reds and whites. You’ll need to use Henna, to disguise your bodies from anyone who would recognize you as who you are, this goes double for you Erifia. The people at Jabba’s Palace are people who you may have associated with.”

I sighed heavily.

If you’ll excuse me, Dumbface and I have to go and get dressed,

Canes and Pains,
Erifia Apoc.

200ps: Two Queens of the Chessboard: Part 1 (Padawan Erifia)

2007-03-17T10:11:00.000-04:00

The infirmary felt cold, sterile, and without any life in it at all. It made me shrink in on myself. When I did I had forgotten about the broken rib, and I groaned. It caused me to flinch at the pain.

I broke open my lip again. I felt the blood trickle down my cheek. I held the cloth to it again. I was a mess. My eyes were much darker then normal, I had been struck in both of them. My lekkus writhed in pain of their own accord.

Normal little girls grab hair to inflict pain. Twi’lek little girls squeeze lekkus. The result of my lekkus being squeezed I had a massive headache. I didn’t fight back this time. I didn’t want to do kitchen duty again.

It is wrong of me to hate, I know, but I want to shoot her. If I had my gun she would be so far away, and I could make her lekkus hurt like this. I bit down, and then the muscles in my jaw told me I had been hit there too.

Luminara Unduli walked in and Barriss was behind her. Luminara grabbed my shoulder and shoved me down onto the table. Pain shot through my ribs. I didn’t wince, and I didn’t cry, that’s what she wanted me to do.

“Now Barriss, when you have a case of someone getting beaten in hand-to-hand combat, you need to decide whether they asked for it or whether they were being noble.” I closed my eyes. She wasn’t going to heal me.

“In this case, someone who is here weekly, and usually leaves someone else bloodier then her, it makes you wonder if she was ambushed this time.” Luminara held my lekkus, they were all bruised. She speaks, “Look Barriss notice how the most damage was sustained from behind.” She threw my lekkus around and then they struck the table I hissed with pain.

“Let’s look at her face, the two black eyes could be inflicted when she turned to defend herself. Even the cut on the lip, and the bruise on her jaw. Notice it all, it was almost like she couldn’t defend herself. I’m sure you noticed the patient when she came in was favoring her ribs.” Luminara placed her hands on my ribs, at least she was going to heal them, “We need to check for stability.” She pushed down.

Tears streaked from my eyes, and I screamed. I don’t understand. What had I done to her? Luminara leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Maybe you’ll think next time before you send people to my infirmary.”

She turned and left the room. Barriss held my hand, “Erifia…I…” I heard Luminara call, “Come along Barriss.” Barriss looked down and followed out of the room. I rolled onto my side. Tears rolled down my eyes.

Luminara re-entered. Her head was tipped downwards. She walked over to me, and laid her hands on me, I flinched. I was scared she was going to hurt me again. I felt the warmth from her hands as my wounds repaired themselves.

She left her head bent down. I didn’t understand the change of heart. Then I saw a small wooden cane’s end strike the bed near me, “Down here, I am.” I shook in fear, “Master Yoda… I… I…”

“Speak you can’t,” he laughed softly. I didn’t understand. I stopped shaking, I sat up, and climbed down off the bed, and I sat on my knees on the floor. I cast my eyes down from him, “Scared of me, you are? Why?”

“I’m not a good person,” I spoke softly. He hit me in the side of the head with his cane, “Good person you are, Good person Aayla is, Good people who do not like each other, you are.”

“She starts the-“ He hit me on the side of the head with his cane, “Matter not who starts fights, matters only that fights not continue. Today fight you did not, know this I did. Unscathed is Aayla.”

I nodded gently. “Luminara to hurt you, wrong it was, Yes,” He said, “Her job is not to punish. You are a bully to Aayla too, yes…”

I shook my head no quickly, and he hit me in the side of the head with his cane, “Yes, bully Aayla you do. Smarter then her you are, yes. Stronger then you she is. Together good team you could make, yes.”

I didn’t respond, he struck me in the side of the head with his cane, “Speak now.” I opened my mouth, “I don’t think so Master, but your knowledge exceeds my own.” He laughed, “Knowledge yes I have, humbleness, No, have that I do not.” He laughed again, “Joking I am, funny you think?” I nodded. He hit me in the head with the cane again, “Things do not to appease me.” I giggled softly. He spoke again, “Scared not be of me.”

“Yes Master,” I responded. He hit me with the cane upon the side of the head again, “Say not that you will do, do and in your actions, speak it will of your true marks.”

What? Double What?

I reached to hug him and he chuckled softly. I squeezed him gently. He walked by me, and left the room. Would Aayla and I ever make a good team? Could we ever get along long enough to team up?

If you’ll excuse me, I… I…

X’s and O’s,
Erifia

(From the desk of The Author: This is the beginning of the posts leading up to my 200th. They won't quite make it, I don't think, but I know in four days will be my one year anniversary. I want to apologize, time and time again, life has been so busy for me, and college comes before anything else. Also: You guys voted for it, so no complaints when you realize it is a terrible series of posts. *Hideous-Diabolic-Laughter*)

Late Night Tea

2007-03-07T23:32:00.000-05:00

(Ego-Centrism, how dare you! She helped! Master Adana)

I rubbed my eyes, and I rolled out of bed. I stumbled out of my room, and I arrived in the kitchen at the temple. My eyes were heavy, I didn’t want to get up, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. I felt a presence in the room, but I didn’t take notice to whom it was. I poured hot water, and grabbed a tea bag to steep.

I sat down across the table, and when I saw the platinum blonde hair, I knew whom it was. I smiled, “You’re up late.” I rubbed my dark and heavy eyes, hoping the dark circles wouldn’t alarm her.

“I often can’t sleep, and when meditation does not help I come here. It is quiet and peacerful,” she smiled as she looked at me, “I am here if you need to talk.”

I looked for honey, and when I found it, I poured most of it into the tea. I looked up to her and released a sad sigh, “I had twisted dreams tonight.”

“What sort of dreams?” She asked.

“Mistress Adana,” I said softly, “Have you ever heard of the Sith known as Darth Inferna?”

“I heave hard my former Master mention the name, but I do not have much knowledge about this sith.” She stood and walked over to get more tea.

I sipped on mine, “I dreamt about her last night.” I was prepared to leave, if she was anything like Obi. I would be scorned.

She turned to me, “Dreams can often haunt us in ways unimaginable. And often we cannot let go of the images.”

“She was speaking to me. I thought she was dead,” I said to her, trying to be strong, “I mean… We killed her…” I sighed. Even if I was a master, if they found out about Inferna, I would be as good as dead.

“Are you sure she died?” She asked, I looked at my hands, They were indigo, and I felt my heartbeat, “It could be her ghost as well.”

I didn’t feel ghostly. She was infinitely me, and I was infinitely her, “I think you’re right about her being alive. Her and I are a lot alike, we are both tough and we both don’t die easily.”

“It seems like she is trying to bring out the other side in you, create a new bond, a connection,” she said. Lady you have no idea.

I am sure my laugh had to sound silver, it escaped my lips and filled the room. I don’t know, but I am sure it became colder.

I focused my eyes on her, “Forgive me… You’ve always been so sweet. That was uncalled for. Its just… Yeah…”

“No, no, don’t apologize, you have netither offended me nor have you been rude in any way,” she moved her hand towards me, “I wish I could ease your pain and help you.”

I mumbled almost silently. She wanted to help, we’ll see how much, “I am Darth Inferna.” I quickly grabbed my tea and began to drink so I couldn’t speak again.

“Are you really she?” she asked.

“Not always,” I admitted, “Only sometimes, when I am at my weakest. It isn’t a second spirit. She is like a second me inside my body. She takes over, and then I wake up somewhere else… Or I wake up with my Tauntaun impaling me… Or… Its not my fault… I hate her!”

She watched me, “How often does she take over?”

Whenever my author wants a new plotline “I don’t know… Once every few months… Sometimes less then that.” I looked up to her, to read her features to see if she was going to run and tell. I could deal with any pain they would put me through.

“You can trust me. I won’t tell anyone.” She looked me deeply in the eyes, and I blinked in response, “There are things the council need not know.”

I nodded, and I thanked her with my eyes, “I- I usually find some way to beat her at the last moment. But She’s been getting stronger.”

“What have you tried so far to beat her?”

I looked at my stomach, “We’ve stabbed her. We’ve put her into a telepathic stasis. We’ve tried ignoring her.” Erifia laughed not so cold, “I must sound crazy, me and Becca.”

“No,” she said, “Its not crazy, I have seen much during my travels.”

I smiled weakly, “I’m only a little crazy. It keeps me sane.”

“Aren’t we all?” she laughed gently, “But we have to be able to control what is trying to control us.”

“I understand, but it’s not always that easy.”

“I understand, But do tell me how I can possible help you?”

I stood and I sat down next to her. I hugged her tightly around the shoulders, “Kill me if she gets out of my control.” I banished a tear from my cheek.

“I shall do no such thing,” she said as she hugged me, “But I will do everything in my power to tame her,” she wiped the tear away, “She might see a side in me not many have knowledge of?”

I raised my eyebrow and asked her without speaking.

“A secret only Masters Yoda and Windu know. Unfourtiantely when I was a padawan poor Obi-Wan was on the receiving end,” She took a deep breath, “I have the ability to access the dark side of the force. In rare instances this had happened.”

I gasped, I took her hands in mine quickly… I laid my head on her shoulder and I began to cry. There was hope… Somewhere, there was hope.

“Don’t give up, there is hope yet,” she said softly, while stroking my head.

“I… I can use the lightning… And… That’s what started it all.”

“For how long have you had this ability?”

“I don’t know…” I cracked through cries.

“Its alright,” she stroked my cheek, “We will fight this together.”

“Thank you…” I sobbed, “I just want her gone…”

If you’ll excuse me, Force Bless Master Adana,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Hello Darkness My Old Friend (Inferna)

2007-03-03T01:05:00.000-05:00

Hello Erifia.

Its been awhile. You and I are inevitably tied in fate, and we will always be one. We are night and day, Erifia. But Only one of us can exist at a time, and right now, the light has banished the darkness.

I am your absence. When your happy mind wonders, I slowly walk forward. You must be very happy right now, because I feel so strong. You know, The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.

I am your shadow Erifia. I am what makes you dark, I’m your edge. I happen to think this beau of yours is cute. He’s a little bit older, but in our line of work, we can’t be picky now can we?

But that’s inevitably what it boils down to Erifia. You think you are comfortable, you think you are living on top of the world. I am still here.

Erifia, sweetie, you’re sleeping now, but I know you can hear me. I know it is killing you inside to know that I am here.

I am your leech. I am your symbiosis. I am your Antithesis. Its too bad…

You had potential, until you killed me. But if you are hearing me now, am I really dead? Maybe that’s what you should think in your mind Erifia dear…

But you can never truly eradicate me.

We all have a dark side, in retrospect you are mine, everyone has one, Erifia. Even your new beau.

Wait Erifia. Wait.

-Inferna

Concerning the Lack of Posts

2007-02-26T00:10:00.000-05:00

Hey Everybody,

I have not died, I am doing fine, There will be a post soon. Some stuff has come up in my life, and I have been focused on that. (Mainly a new significant other, and some heavy observing at school.) Also, Coming up soon is my 200th post. I don't have any plans for it. Well... I sort of don't have any plans for it.

Its more, I have plans for it, but I am not going to pick what I do, You are!

So here are your choices for my 200th.

1. I can do another, "Who got me this Dress?" type post. With 199 being the Entry and what it is about, and 200 being your entries.
2. I can do my much debated over and banned series of posts with Aayla Secura.
3. I can introduce a new character, and the 200th Post will be Erifia meeting this character.

Please contribute... And of course...

Sorry for the delay!

-The Author

Pulled over by the officer (Becca)

2007-02-14T15:14:00.000-05:00

(Some Police Officer took report of the scene.)

I needed to go Tatooine milk. He was out, and he still needed it. He’s a growing tauntaun. I don’t know, I think he needs vegeatables and things.

So I go up to the controls of Erifia’s ship, it should be just like playing a video game, right?

I sat down at the controls. There was no steering wheel. Only a joystick… I grabbed ahold of it, and I turned the key to the ignition and the ship revved up. I released the holds, and the ship released from the ground.

“I don’t know what’s next,” I said to myself. I then released the joystick, and the ship went full force forward. It hit something. I pulled the key out and the ship dropped to the ground, and it rumbled.

I ran to the door, grabbing my insurance and drivers license. I opened the door, “I’m sorry Officer.” I handed my information to the person who pulled me over.

“I’m not an officer, it’s me, Becca. Kriss?”

“Thank god, I think I was drinking this morning. Who are you again?”

“I’m Kriss, Erifia’s friend. I’m suppose I’m supposed to help you learn how to fly a speeder.”

My eyes widened and I stared at her, “Erifia’s gots friends?”

Kriss smiles, “Huh, Well, uh, yes, sort of.”

“Oh hi!” I exclaimed with glee, “I’m Becca the Magnificant, I work for Erifia, I’m her sidekick.”

“I know who you are, we’ve met before, remember?”

“Nope. Oh, Hi! I’m Becca the Magnificant, I’m Erifia Apoc’s Sidekick.”

She smiled, and shook my hand, “Nice to meet ya, shall we start?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I like boys.”

“Hmmm… Good to know, most girls do.”

“I don’t know…”

“You want to start the lesson now?”

What was she talking about? There was something very important I was supposed to remember. Oh! Mace Windu! I hit his ship, and he wanted me to take lessons, and he was going to send Kriss to see me.

“Oh hi Kriss! Thanks for coming. I am excited to start learning how to fly a buffalo.”

“Fly a what? Buffalo? No, A speeder. Mace wanted to teach you to fly a speeder, not a buffalo.”

“But Okie-Doke Kablokey spoke of a Buffalo with Wings. I assumed he meant for me to fly it.”

Kriss looks at me funny, “Buffalo wings are chicken wings, you eat them, not fly them.”

I feel sad, for the chickens, tears fill my eyes, “But chickens would get hurt.”

“Can’t eat them alive, well you could, but you can’t fly them…”

What is she talking about? “You can’t eat a spaceship silly. And yes you can fly them.” I put my hands on my hips proud that I knew you could fly a spaceship. I remembered that much.

“So, I’m going to teach you to fly?”

“I don’t know.”

-Becca

Ps. 4… Wait, that’s can’t be right, let me count again… 4… Wow…

Jabim: Part 10 (Erifia)

2007-02-11T22:55:00.000-05:00

When we arrived back on Coruscant, I took the men back to their post. Deadweight was the last one to leave, we stared at each other for a long moment, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I had never been so demeaningly grabbed my in my whole life. He was scolding me, trying to show me he was tougher than I was. But then he did something I would have never expected. He pulled me to him, and tenderly rubbed my cheek.

He stole my lips. Took them from me. I wrapped my arms around him, one arm around his waist, the other holding his shoulder gently. He held his hands on my waist, and he pulled me closer to him.

My lekkus, all three of them began to wiggle. He took my hands into his, and held them tightly.

“Please, don’t leave, Erifia…”

I closed my eyes, and tears dropped down them, “You know I have to.”

“But, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes. I’m very happy… But…”

“But what? If you see a chance to be happy you take it.”

“I can’t,” I whispered into his ear, “I can’t, they will hunt me down. We will always be running.”

“Will I ever get to see you?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t leave,” he ordered, his harsh tones caused me to flinch.

“Deadweight; Don’t.”

He began to sob, and he squeezed me in a tight hug, he cried on my shoulder. He kept apologizing again and again. Claiming he wasn’t good enough, he didn’t deserve even the few kisses he had taken.

I shushed him. My whispering hissing a constant reminder I was there. I kissed his cheek several times. Then he took my lips again. I gave them to him this time. He gently ran his fingers down my lekkus. I sighed as I tossed my arms around him.

I kissed him, many, many times. He pulled back from me.

“I forgot…” he kissed me again, this one longer, and he drew away from me, “You have to go, Erifia, remember?”

I nodded, and my smile from his kisses, turned into a frown. He stepped off the ship, and I was left on it. I stumbled backwards drunk from the kiss, and the feel.

I landed in a chair. My hands shook. My lips quivered. My lekkus wiggled. My whole body was thrown out of whack. I could do nothing but cry. Why did they outlaw this at the temple? This feeling that made me want to fly, but made me want to stay in his arms. A tingling in my spine that carried to my whole body and made me feel warm, safe and secure.

I wanted to leap around and sing, and dance. But without him I wanted to lay on a bed, and cry. I took a deep breath, but my lungs jumped, and it shook my whole body.

I finally was able to rise, and fly to the temple again. I paced back and forth and my lekkus wiggled. They were talking to themselves.

Where is he?
I miss him.
He touched me.
I want to be his.
He is wanting us.
Go back to him
We need to see him.
He is ours.
I want him to lead me to where I should be.
He will be lead.
“Shutup… I have to go inside.”
Every part of you wants him!
“Stop,” I pleaded.

My lekkus stopped wiggling, and my body stopped its onslaught of emotion. I walked out of the CIS ship, and I sent it to the nearest Republic base. I looked around, I missed Becca, and Tatooine. I missed the temple.

I miss him.

I went to where I had parked my ship. I wanted to see Tatooine. And yes, Becca.

“Where in the known universe is my ship?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. My ship wasn’t there.

If you’ll excuse me-

I miss his hugs, and kisses,
Erifia Apoc

~Fin

PS from the Author = I am not happy about the new blogger. I am not happy about it at all.

Jabim: Part 9 (Erifia)

2007-02-08T15:25:00.000-05:00

The bacta had engulfed me again. Pain flooded my body. I screamed. Not for any other reason that procuring help. I needed it. I felt so alone, in the bacta. The scream came out as bubbles.

I tried to move my lower body, but nothing came from it, I started to cry. It was frustrating. I closed my eyes again so I would think I was safely. I would convince myself.

I wish I could be on my ship, listening to Becca say, “I don’t know.” And Tatooine leaping on my lap, and being overly affectionate. Being at the temple, dealing with Anakin, and Obi-Wan… NandeHi taking care of me while my neck healed. I feel so alone…

I am so alone… I want to be home…

When my eyes opened the next time, I felt better. I moved my legs, and wiggled my fingers. I marveled at me moving my fingers, even in the bubbling bacta.

I wiggled my toes. It felt good. I smiled, and I let my eyes close in relief. I bent at my waist. I ripped the sensors off of my body so they would come and get me. When they saw me moving, they released the bacta.

I tried to stand on my legs, I fell down to my knees. I used my arms to crawl out of the bacta tank. Deadweight was there waiting for me. He helped me up. The men were there. All of them safe; that was my primary mission.

They laid me on a bed, and I rose, there were no words exchanged between us.

“I want to go home,” I said, “I want to go home. Get the men ready, we are going home.”

I worked my way to the transport ship, alone. Once I was there, I slumped down in the captain’s seat. I felt so broken, so ragged. I didn’t want to do anything anymore. I wish that I was normal. I wish I could have a family.

“Tri’lek,” Deadweight said, “You never said anything about the kiss.”

I looked away from him.

“I see,” he said.

“No, please… I just… I just don’t know. I don’t know.”

He smiled faintly at me, “Okay, Erifia,” he said, “The men are here, we are loading up. We want to go home too.”

I nodded, I have no idea why I am so sad, so upset, so happy, so unsure. When Deadweight entered next he told me the men were ready to go. He sat down next to me in the copilot seat.

He turned his body to me, and he grabbed my cheek, it wasn’t forceful, but he commanded my attention. He brought my lips to his, and took my lips again. I relaxed in his arms.

He hugged my gently, knowing my neck was still tender. I laid my head on his shoulder, and kicked the ship into auto-pilot. He wrapped his arm around my waist. He supported my weight.

“I take it you didn’t mind the kiss,” he said softly.

He wasn’t my first kiss, Obi-Wan was, but Obi-Wan didn’t want to be kissed, “You were my first kiss,” I whispered.

“That’s a shame.”

I felt his warmth. Was this happiness?

If you’ll excuse me, I’m not moving.

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 8 (Erifia)

2007-02-06T14:27:00.000-05:00

“Hey babe,” I heard a voice from nowhere. I was asleep, but awake.

I looked around. I was in a dream world. I was surrounded by rain and rainbows. I was laying on a bed, and Master Gerith Gwin was sitting across from me.

“Hey,” I said with a smile, and I tried to sit up.

“Don’t. Stay laying down, Erifia. You have a broken neck sweetie.”

I felt the tear come down my face.

“Wow,” he said, “I trained you well.”

I didn’t move, but I spoke, “Yes… You did.”

“You make me proud, every single day. When I think about you, and when I watch you; I saw to myself. That’s your girl, Gerith.”

I smiled, “Am I going to die?”

“Maybe,” he said.

“Am I in a coma?”

“Yes.”

“Did I put myself into this coma?”

“Yes.”

“So my lekkus are fine?”

“Yes.”

“So if they can fix my neck, I can wake up.”

“Yes.”

“Speak to me… Just don’t keep saying yes.”

“I notice you’ve blacked out twice during this mission. You lost yourself in the panic of caring for those men.”

“Don’t give me that,” I said, “You trained me to care.”

“Yes, I did. But I also trained you to use your mind with your emotion. Not just your emotion.”

“I’m sorry,” I said behind tears.

“Nothing to apologize for, babe.”

I felt tired. My eyes began to feel heavy with the onset of sleep, that I so wanted.

Master Gerith spoke, “Don’t go to sleep.”

“Why?”

“Don’t go to sleep.”

I opened my eyes, and I stared at him.

“I forgive you,” he said.

Tears filled my eyes, and I reached for him, and he scooted closer to me, and took my hands. He smiled at me.

“Master…” I said softly.

“I know it wasn’t your fault. I know you didn’t mean it.”

I tried pulling him closer to me, and he braced my neck, and held me in his arms. He hushed me gently, because of how shaky I was and how bad I was sobbing. He kissed my cheek in the fatherly way he did when I was younger.

“Little Indy,” he said, and I stopped crying.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Little Indy… I forgave you once, and I would forgive you a thousand times.”

I smiled faintly. My lips were too sad to push them into a true smile.

“Now… Wake up…”

My eyes shot open, and I was emmersed in the bacta tank again.

If you’ll excuse me, Everything is so green,

Broken hugs, and cheek kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 7 (Erifia)

2007-02-04T12:22:00.000-05:00

With the men of Jabim, and my own men, we have plans to take the instillation. The plan was that I run in, wake everyone up, have them all aimed at me, while the Jabim snipers, and my men armed with rockets get ready to blow them up.

My head was still running with confusion, and I am sure, as I stood at the woods before the instillation, I wasn’t prepared for battle. He had kissed me? Why? I’m pretty, but I’m not gorgeous. I’m loud, boisterous, and annoying. Any redeeming qualities I have are based on physicality. I’m rash and hasty.

What could have possibly drove that man to kiss me? I walked forward. I extended my sabers. I wasn’t going to be subtle. My pace was faster then I had intended, and when I arrived at the edge, the droids all turned to me.

There were several Super Battle droids, and their wrist blasters all fired at me. I began to deflect their rays at me. I tapped into my right Lekku. Pushing all of my current memories into my middle one.

Jump! I leapt into the air, and threw my saber down. It made one explode, and I rushed past the other into the base. Several Genosians were there and they all began to fire at me.

I reflected their bolts back at them, and they knocked themselves unconscious. I rushed to find the transport. On the outside, I heard shots. The snipers were beginning their work. I found the armory room. My gun…

Not my sniper rifle, but my gun, the one I found back on Langoria. I grabbed it. Then I set a beacon on the room. I turned, and six droids stood around me.

I clicked the button on the gun, and then it began to charge. They laughed at me in their silvery metallic laugh.

“This is the Erifia Apoc who has destroyed many models before us?” It asked.

That’s when the gun fired a bright green beam, and it ripped through them, and the walls, and the forest, until it struck the mountain side. I rushed past them, and went to find the stairway to the transport ship.

It took me a couple of times, and the droids were busy with the snipers outside. I jumped up the staircase instead of walking up it. I went onto the transport, and I ripped out the droid brain that was going to be driving it. The ship jumped, and I activated the manual controls. I took off with it, and a droid came up behind me, and struck me in the back of the head.

I felt a sharp pain fill my body, and I turned on him, and I punched him. He was so taken back by this action, and my hand hurt bad, I lit a saber and cut him in two.

I checked the ship, and once I knew it was clean, I drove it to the landing pad. There were rockets blowing up, and then in air, there was an actual explosion that shook the ship, and sent me in a dive.

I pulled up, and I was able to land on the pad, roughly. My migraine from the droid hitting me was so painful, I just laid my head down. My men and the men of Jabim could handle it from here…

Right now I just want to take a nap.

If you’ll excuse me…

- - X - - O - -
Erifia *yawn* Apoc

(PS from the Author: I had some computer troubles so that’s why I didn’t post. Sorry loyal readers. Thanks for commenting, and thanks for reading.)

Jabim: Part 6 (Erifia)

2007-01-30T11:52:00.000-05:00

My saber flew out of my hand and ripped into the droid. I leapt into the air as a volley of blaster shots came at me. I ran along the walls, and I leapt and rolled behind boxes, which provided me cover for only a few seconds.

I did a leap into the air, and then I landed on one of the men’s shoulders. That was a mistake. The other men barraged me with the stun blasts, and I went tumbling downwards, and I hit the ground with a thud.

I winced in pain, I tried to move my legs but I couldn’t. I used my arms trying to move back A man in white took the hilt of his gun, and hit me over the head.

I felt bubbles fizz up in my head, and the pain was intense, and all that surrounded me was blackness.

I woke and I felt like I was submerged in water. I looked around, I was, I was in a bacta tank. I began to scream as I looked at the convoluted world outside of the tank.

“LET ME OUT!” I screamed.

I tried to find some way to get out, by with my flailing the men who had put me in here injected something into the bacta and I felt my body calm. My breathing swallowed. I felt so helpless.

Let me help you, said a voice in my head.

“No,” I responded verbally.

I cast my defeated eyes down in the bacta and I let my body go limp. I had lost my men, and I had lost my will to go on. I bacta began to lower, and my limp body laid down on the floor. In the bacta it couldn’t be seen, but I was crying.

“Take me,” I said without looking up, “Let my men go, please… it may not be much of a trade, but let them go… Do what you want with me.”

I cast my eyes up. The man who was standing there extended his hand down to me. I took it, and he helped me walk. He set me down on a bed, and I shivered. It was so cold.

“Forgive me,” he said, “I know you are noble, but I had to find out for sure.”

I looked at him. My men were all walking around. I noticed Deadweight was nearby me. I smiled at him, “Let me guess,” I said, “He didn’t leave my side?”

“No, he didn’t leave,” the man said, “I am Cheiftan Harraj.”

“Erifia Apoc.”

“I know who you are. We thought you were with the CIS.”

“I’m against the CIS,” I responded.

“So are we. We are the republic loyalists.”

“Good, then do you have a plan as to how to blow up that base?”

“No. But we have the courage.”

“Good; sometimes that’s all it takes.”

“I will prepare my men and yours, the sedative will wear off in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.”

Deadweight walked over to the cot, and he sat down in front of me, and he took my hand in his, “You okay tri’lek?”

“I’m fine… I was worried about you guys!” I hit him three times on the arm.

“Ahhh Welll…” he said, “I’m tough… You don’t have to worry about us.”

I hugged him. When I withdrew from the hug he smiled he leaned in and kissed me. I meeped.

“I’ll make sure the men are ready general,” he said.

I was so shocked I didn’t move.

If you’ll…Nevermind.

Hug and Kiss,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 5 (Erifia)

2007-01-28T14:56:00.000-05:00

I cried. There is no shame in it. I used to think if people saw me cry I was weak. Not anymore. Now when I cry it’s a way for the universe to see I need help. Something to signal to other people I was in distress.

Through my tears I saw something in the nearby brush. It was a glimmer. When I ran up to it, it was a button. I wiped my tears away, and walked forward with my sabers held in my hand, and I saw another button.

These buttons were from the men’s jackets. I love those men! Those clones wouldn’t have thought to leave a trail of breadcrumbs. They would have tried to fight their way out, and probably died.

I became invisible as I moved, using the force to cloak my movements. As I went forward, I noticed a cave. It was guarded by two humans. Humans?

As I walked forward, they heard my feet in the soft ground and they looked, and lowered their blasters. Killing Droids I could do, but I couldn’t kill humans. I stopped, and I waited. When they stopped paying attention I force leapt into the air, and landed behind one, and became visible.

“You’re now supposed to be here!” he said.

“Your friend has betrayed you. He told me to come here.” I said waving my hand in front of his face.

“He what?!”

He turned on his friend and began firing. His friend dodged and fired back, and then they both fired and hit each other. I checked them. They stunned each other. Their blasters were set to stun?

Someone wants me.

I entered the cave, and once inside my eyes adjusted immeadiatly. It was dark, and there were doors. It was an underground complex. I went invisible, and I held tight to the wall, that way my shadow wouldn’t be on the wall.

There were plenty of humans. All of them dressed in white, and dressed for combat. I looked in the cells. Some of my men were there. They didn’t look harmed, but their shirts were hanging open.

There weapons were scattered about the complex. I moved forward, and once I turned a corner I saw a heat sensor droid, and it held its hand up, pointed at me, and let out this horrifying screech.

“Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some men to save,

Mind tricks and guns,
Erifia Apoc.

Jabim: Part 4 (Erifia)

2007-01-25T17:53:00.000-05:00

The information that I received with the rest of the men was such. The CIS held up in an Ex-GAR base. They infiltrated the armorary and have been upgrading their guns using GAR technology. Now this went from being a mission for revenge, to being a mission to stop any of this technology getting to the main CIS army.

The men had been out of practice for some time. When the news came, they all paused and looked at me.

“You know guys,” I said, “I usually run in and hope for the best. But I am not going to do that with you guys. I’ve got to plan. I’ve got to think.”

Deadweight said, “So you’ve got no plan.”

“Of course not!” I said, “I have a plan, I just, don’t know what it is right now. How many of you can use a sniper rifle?”

No-one raised their hand.

“Good… Good.”

I sat down and I thought deeply.

“I need to go… I need to scout ahead.”

To get there I had to travel over the muddy Jabim ground, and I found myself covered in the stuff. It was good though. It was an insulator and at the same time a camouflage. The base in question was in the disputed territory nearby.

It was in a valley. Normally this would be a disadvantage, however, in this valley the room was particularly strong and it blew the rain up over the hill instead of falling straight down. It stung my face. I grabbed a large leaf, and I held it so I could look down. The droids had the base surrounded. There were ground cannons, and there were droids on each of them.

There were two droids to each door, and there was a CIS Transport ship sitting on top of the armory. They also had five heat sensors surrounding it. Someone knew I was coming. I want to know who.

Whoever it was had three Magna Guards patrolling the base in non-delay intervals. My mind began to formulate something. Some plan. It would use the natural form of the valley against them.

I went back to the landing pad, covered in mud. There was fire everywhere and debris. I freaked. Tears fell down my eyes and I wailed. I began to run in search of the men. There were no corpses and that made me hopeful. I found several of their blasters laying around.

There was evidence of bombs. Thermals. But there would be ash of the men. I knelt down in the debris. I withdrew my sabers and held them. Not only did those bots take my men. They took my sniper rifle.

If you’ll excuse me, PAY! THEY WILL PAY!

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 3 (Erifia)

2007-01-21T18:43:00.000-05:00

When we arrived on Jabim I let the men sleep. It took me awhile to find a way down through the thunderclouds. Once I did, I set the ship down, and I set my sniper rifle on the pilot’s chair and I took off my sabers, and grenades.

I opened the door and took a step into the cool rain of Jabim. There was nothing like the rain to make me feel good or bad, respectively. I stood in its cool sprinkle, and I began to dance back and fourth on the pad.

As the rain hit me and I spun it flew off my lekkus, and they wiggled with me. I did a hand stand and I felt my hands engulfed in the water and the puddles. My lekkus dragged along the ground to, but they wiggled like snakes.

I pushed off with my hand and jumped in the air, and I landed on my butt several feet from where I jumped. It hurt a little. I laughed. My laughter filled the air. I laid down in the rain.

I winced every time it hit me in the eye, but I kept looking up and opening my eyes anyway. My lekkus all wiggled about. I felt someone watching me, and I sat up. I looked around, and the last place I thought someone would be is watching me from the transport.

Someone was… The whole company. I sighed heavily.

Deadweight jumped down off the ship, and he walked over to me, and he offered me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up to him. I didn’t understand. He touched my face gently, stroking my cheek.

“You’re…” he said, with a smile, “You’re Tri’lek.”

He laughed heavily, and grabbed me around my spine and spun me around in the air with glee. He began to laugh and all the men came from the transport and crowded around me. They began to all run their fingers along me, as if they were blind, and I was an old friend they could remember from when they could see.

Several of them were running their fingers up and down my lekkus. I jumped, and they backed off.

“You guys really don’t want to do that.”

Captain Jerin spoke up, “Well, Tri’lek. Welcome back.”

The men all began to clap. I looked confused.

“Thanks boys, but come on, you didn’t think I could let you boys stay guarding guns, not when there are droids to kill, right?”

They all held their arms in the air, and they cheered, “For the Republic!”

I held my hand in the air, “For the Republic!”

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go change these clothes, alone,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 2 (Erifia)

2007-01-19T10:40:00.000-05:00

I was getting a little tired too. I laid my head down and took a nap. When I woke up. There was noise coming from back by the men. I walked towards the back, and I opened the door.

The men were sitting there playing cards. I smiled when they tried to hide all the cards, and pretend their were credits on the table.

“Got room for one more?” I asked.

They all raised their eyebrow in unison, and stared at me.

“I take that as a no?”

They shook their heads yes.

“Yes no, or no no, or yes yes?”

Three of them nodded yes, and two of them shook their head no. I sat down at the table, and they pulled in their hands, and redealt and reanted. I placed in some credit-coins too. I held my hand close to me.

I had three queens and two kings. I smiled. When the bet came around to me, I threw in some money. Finally it came to call, and when they called me, I folded. The highest hand besides my folded one was a low straight.

I let him pull in his pot. I was a millionaire. I didn’t need their money. So for awhile I kept folding. They were very happy. Now after a bit, deadweight ran out of money, and he decided to watch me instead of losing money he didn’t have.

I pulled up the next hand, I held it up so he could see, and I squeezed the cards out. Three fives, and two sixes. I tossed in money. When it came to call me, I folded again. Deadweight’s jaw dropped. He still didn’t know who I was. I was a little sad.

The winner pulled in the pot. I sighed, “Sorry boys, I’m out of cash.”

I walked away from the table as they were getting their hands. I went into the pilot’s seat, and I propped my leg up and meant to fall asleep again.

“Hey, General,” Deadweight said, “Why’d you fold your hands like that?”

“Because, I’ve got lots of money. You guys don’t make much.”

“WHAT?! You threw those games?! Why would anyone purposely lose? You really are a stupid mid-blood.”

“I heard the men call you Deadweight. Why is that?”

“Nothing that I’m going to share with a mid-blood. You couldn’t understand.”

“Okay, hopefully I will change your mind.”

Deadweight walked out of the room.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m feeling a little hurt…

XoXoXo,
Erifia Apoc

Jabim: Part 1 (Erifia)

2007-01-17T17:32:00.000-05:00

I looked at the battlefield. It was Jabim. The casualties on the GAR side had alerted my attention. There was an old friend of mine from the temple among them. He was a simple jedi, a bothan. He was a good man in his older age.

I was called, is what I meant by alerted. See the force told me my bothan friend was dead. But it didn’t tell me where. The council in association with the GAR decided to send me into combat.

I told them, most defiantly, that I would go, but I would not lead clones into combat. I wanted the soldiers of The 32nd division. When I told them that, they called the GAR and the GAR laughed.

The 32nd division had been assigned to guarding the small armory on Coruscant; That they would be worthless to me in combat. I told them, if they didn’t get me the 32nd division, that I wouldn’t go.

Droids had been programmed to regroup when they see me in combat. Its not because I am a great strategist. Its because I have a high count of bodies, and they realized that with a regroup, they stood a chance.

They assigned me a transport class ship, and they said the men would arrive within the hour. I went to my room to get ready. I grabbed my old sniper rifle out from under my bed and I wiped the dust off of it.

I smiled. I had my sabers strapped on tight, and I made sure to grab a couple of my other items. A pair of thermals. I had some present for these droids.

I waited outside the temple, and when they arrive I noticed how old they actually were compared to me. They were still in great shape, but they were older.

Deadweight, one of the men who I trained with so long ago, spoke, “I wonder what bloody Mid-Blood they got leading us. Not that I am upset we got a mid-blood leader, I just am glad to get out of that bloody armory.”

I stood there, he didn’t realize I was there, and he kept talking while the guys were all making uncomfortable noises and pointing at me.

“What don’t tell me the Mid-Blood’s standing there, I mean honestly, you can’t trust them with much of anything. They think we are beneath them…”

I ahemed, loudly, he turned, “I mean of course… I… I say Mid-Blood with the highest of respect for you. Its just Jedi is just so common to say.”

“Okay,” I said not letting on as to who I was, “I was told this company is made up of sixty men.”

“Uhm,” said who I knew was Private Jerin, he was now a Captain, “Yes, General.”

“You must be Captain Jerin. I was told you were the leader of these men. I want you to know I am not taking your command away from you. I understand that you men are most likely creatures of habit. I want you to know I respect you men.”

Deadweight spoke up, “Respect us enough to pick us to die over the Clonies?”

“Respect you enough to know that you won’t die.”

He piped down, “I would like you men to be rested, as much as you can for when we arrive on Jabin. I will fly the ship there.”

They nodded, and closed the blast hatches, and sealed them up, and I jumped up into the pilot’s seat, sending the private driving into the back.

If you’ll excuse me, it’s a long road to Jabim,

Hugs and kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Who sent me that dress? (With posts from you!)

2007-01-14T22:52:00.000-05:00

Someone had sent me a dress, and now it was time to find out who. I wore this wonderful amazing dress… I cannot even begin to describe how silky, how soft, how fitting… This dress was perhaps the best piece of clothing I own, and I plan on wearing it a lot more.

I had no leads so I decided to go to anyone who I had seen in the past couple days and had been acting weird. The first on my list was Jedi Phobia. I was recently at her 50 something or the other party. I was late, and I stayed quiet and I didn’t make myself as well known as I could have.

I wished her a happy 50th whatever it was. But she was acting strange at the party. Naturally she’s the one who got the dress for me.

I knocked on her door, she answered, “Something wrong Erifia?”

I stormed in, “Well I guess you can tall me that.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“The dress! I know you sent it!”

She held on the doorframe as if she was guilty and didn’t want to tell me so, “Look,” she said firmly, “I have no clue what you are talking about, but I did not send you that dress!”

“Oh really?” I inquired, “It seems like something you would pick out… But I have to ask, how did you know my dress size?”

“Look,” she said in a demeaning tone, “Believe whatever you want, I didn’t send you that dress, and I would really appreciate it if you’d go hunt elsewhere… I would love to stand here and chat, by my stomach is about to come back up at any second.”

She was green in the face, and she ran towards the bathroom.

I sighed heavily, that got me nowhere. I decided that it would be best to question the Chosen one, who Chose a great dress for me! I went seeking for him, and I found him trying to sneak out of the temple.

I backed Ani into a corner. I jumped from the dark wearing my brand new wonderful dress.

“Whoa!” He tried not to yell, “Never sneak up on a man trying to sneak somewhere!”

“You like the adrenaline rush, Ani,” I said making myself fully visible.

He raised his eyebrow, “What are you wearing?”

“You know!” I said, “You sent it to me!”

He looked confused, good act, “I sent that? Funny I don’t remember doing that.”

“But you did,” I responded.

“Have you forgot about,” he mouthed the word ‘Padme’, “ I don’t think she’ll like me sending dresses to other ladies.”

“Awww…” I said, “You called me a lady… You sure it wasn’t you, Ani? It’s your style.”

He smiled, “My style?” He giggled, “I don’t wear dresses, E to the A, my butt looks fat in them.”

I laughed, “Funny, very funny… Are you sure it wasn’t you?”

He gave me an undeniable look of honestly, “No, I didn’t but whoever did picked the perfect dress for you.”

“Cute and charming, lucky you know who…” I kissed his cheek, and vanished back into the shadows.

I still had another stop to make. Obi-Wan had been acting standoffish from me. I think maybe he was finally starting to become attracted to me.

“It was you!” I screamed at him, “Wasn’t it?!” I said as I saw him and I got up close to him.

“It was me, what?” He asked.

“This dress! You sent it to me, didn’t you?” I responded.

“Why would I do this?” He asked stepping back from me.

"You always want me to cover up, Obi-Wan. This does cover most of me, and I know you well enough to know you never send me something that covered me up completely because you know I would NEVER wear it but you would by me something that would cover most of me knowing I would wear it." I said firmly, pushing out my chest, letting him see my full body.

“Why would I send you a dress?”

“That’s the question isn’t it, Obi-Wan? Why would you?” I said with anger.

“I just asked you that!” He said frusterated.

“Well, if I knew that I wouldn’t be here asking you!”

He shook his head, “I did not send you the dress.”

“I think you did, I think you saw it and wanted to see how I would look in it,” I smiled at him, and held my hand underneath my lekkus, and wrapped my arm around my back greatly accentuating my chest, “Do you like?”

He looked away, “It’s very nice.”

“Nice?” I asked keenly, “Its beautiful! Look at it! Say it, Obi-Wan… B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.”

“You hardly need to spell it, Erifia.”

“Say it! Be a man! Say it!”

“He threw up his arms! “All right! It’s Beautiful! You looke Beautiful in it! Are you happy?”

“Yup,” I responded with a bright smile and I kissed his cheek.

Okay, so it wasn’t Obi-Wan…

I also checked with Jon, Intergalatic Gladiator, Private Hudson, Captain Jean Luc Picard, Professor X, or D'Ice.

And it wasn’t the obvious, Obi-Wan, Ani, or Phobia.

I finally gave up. I moped into the kitchen, and I sat down at the table. I laid my head on the table.

“I just wanted to thank them… This was the nicest gift I ever have received.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I sobbed softly, “Hey Effie,” said a familiar voice. I heard a plate hit the table, and I looked up. NandeHi was standing there, she set a plate of coconut cream pie on the table. My favorite…

She set a glass of milk down next to it, and I looked up.

“Now what’s got you so worked up, Effie? I haven’t seen you cry for a long time.”

I wiped away my tears and I smiled, “Thank you Momma Nan.”

I picked up a fork and I began to eat the pie.

“You’re dodging the question, Effie… Don’t make me get a wooden spoon.”

I laughed at myself, “I’m just a silly, stupid girl, that’s why I’m crying…”

“Tell me…”

“This dress, this magnificent, wonderful, amazing, sweet, silky, smooth, beautiful, stunning, astounding, accentuating, curve-enhancing, cool, dress.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Thanks… I went trying to find who sent it to me…”

“Eat your favorite,” Nan said to me, “It’ll make you feel better.”

I got another fork full, and shoveled it into my mouth, it was so wonderful, it was nice and cool.

“Let me make you a sandwich, you look thin…”

I sighed heavily, “Momma Nan…”

“You’ll eat you desert, eat this sandwich, then eat another slice of pie.”

“Nan…”

“I’ll get the wooden spoon.”

“Yes mam,” I said.

I ate the pie, she set a sandwich in front of me. She was talking about the padawans, and the knights, and the younglings, and everyone in the temple. It was good to spend time with her, I don’t often have time to spend at the temple with Momma Nan.

After I finished the pie, I drank the glass of milk. I sighed, my belly was sticking out in the dress. I sighed, and she smacked my hand with the wooden spoon.

“That’s you problem Effie, you don’t eat enough. You better start eating more, or I’ll come after you.”

“How do you know I haven’t been eating enough?”

“Your dress size is the same as when you were eighteen.”

I dropped my fork and looked at her, “You mean…”

“Yeah, I made you the dress Effie… I figured you’re always trying to catch Obi’s eye, that dress would do it.”

My hands shook with excitement, I leapt from the table and jumped onto her, and I hugged her tightly to me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!”

She laughed, “Did it work?”

“Yes, he said I was beautiful…”

“Good,” she said pushing me away gently to pinch my cheek, “He needs a good woman, you need a man… Maybe one day…”

I kissed her cheek, “Thank you so much Momma Nan…”

“You can thank me by eating more, and eating in my kitchen more, late at night so we can talk.”

“Yes, I will, sorry…”

She hugged me and said, “Now go, you’ve been wearing that since you got it, two days ago, go wash it, wash yourself, be sure to clean under those lekkus.”

“Yes mam!”

If you’ll excuse me, I have orders to follow,

Hugs and kisses, (for Nan!)
Erifia Apoc

Strange New Outfit - Outside Participation (Erifia)

2007-01-11T19:08:00.000-05:00

I was organizing my ship, and I found a box, it was unopened and sent to me through the mail. There was no name on the package.

Whoever it was knew my size. I’d like to think that someone doesn’t know me so well that they can determine my dress-size, buy a package for me and leave it on my ship during the time in which I am gone.

I scanned it for any traps, tricks or trackers. None. Whoever it was, was being sincere…

I had Becca take a black and white holo-photo of it.

Someone wanted me to have it… I couldn’t even begin to guess who. D’Ice when he was around always left his name. Captain Typho has Jardena, unless he brokeup with her, and was desperate. Obi-Wan would never get me anything like this.

I loved the feel of it against my body. It was so soft, and so silky. I couldn’t help but leave it on.

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to investigate this a little further…

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

PS. If you sent this outfit to me, then contact me Via E-mail. “erifiaapoc@gmail.com”

(I'll write a big post going through everyone who 'could have' sent me this outfit. Send me an e-mail, with a point of view with Erifia grilling you on whether you got her this outfit or not, and pick a number 1-100 whoever gets closest, Erifia will find some clue proving it was you. Just for fun.)

Development of a Philosophy: Final Part (Leuba Sapphire)

2007-01-09T10:46:00.000-05:00

I arrived back the complex, and I held my large, long sniper rifle in one hand, and I held the yellow saber in the other. The Stormtroopers who were standing duty knew the object in my left hand and they fired, and I responded by firing the sniper rifle, and striking one in the head, and then I buried my saber in the other.

I cut open the door with my saber, and I saw two Stormtroopers walking, and I fired at one, and threw my saber at the other. Both dropped and as my saber came back at me, I ducked and it struck another coming down the hall.

I caught it on its way back, and continued on my war-path. The next two Stormtrooper began to fire, and I used the saber to deflect their beams back at them, and then they fell.

Two imperial engineers walked out, and I used the saber to cut into them, and then the two troopers who heard the familiar hum of a saber, and I cut into them.

I hit the alarm button, and I set my sniper rifle down, and I held the single saber ready. I backed into a room, and then I waited. As the stormtroopers came running, I hid behind a box of some sort, and a line of them came in.

I threw my saber and it cut through most of them. I ran back out of the room and grabbed my sniper rifle, and ran forward. Up the stairwell and on the next floor. Once I was there I fired my sniper rifle and struck a Stormtrooper in the back, and then I used the saber to cut into the next one.

The next Stormtrooper threw a gernade. The explosion that resulted threw me back to the stairs, and down to the first landing. Another one came down the stairwell, and I threw it back. When it connected with the wall it sent fire everywhere. I ran through the debris and threw my saber down the hall and fired at a couple of their heads.

I went into the next room, and found the Imperial Officer, he was about ready to call for help. I grabbed him by the neck, and spoke, “You have ten seconds before my saber comes back, call all the troopers for an inspection in the town square or I will let it hit you.”

He hit the intercom button, “Troopers to the town square, now,” he ordered, he released the button, “Now let me live.”

“Who ordered the destruction of the Tusken?”

“Me.”

The saber decapitated him, and I grabbed his thermal detonator, and I waited three minutes. Then I ran towards town square, and I activated it, and counted down from 10, once it was at 3, I tossed it into the group of troopers.

By the time they realized what it was, the Thermal went off, and I heard their screams. I knew they had heard the screams of the Tusken when they were ordered to kill them.

I walked to the crater where they all used to be, and I spat.

When I was a child, I valued life above all things. Even above my own safety. I didn’t understand my devotion to such a frail thing of life. When I was a young woman, I dare not kill anyone, because I respected the fragility of life.

Now that I am older, and I have witnessed the senseless destruction of people who didn’t deserve it from the hands of these clones; I realized that the only way I could protect life was to take it.

It didn’t matter how much life I had to destroy to protect an innocent from the hands of these monsters, but I would kill them, again and again.

Those Tusken never did anything to deserve death, and neither did anyone on Coruscant when these monsters decided that it was time to kill everyone. I always knew why I preferred the regulars in the GAR, because those regulars now fight for the rebellion.

Death to protect the Innocent. Now, and forevermore.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to inform the Life Bearers that its time to take over,

Deadly hugs, and Black-Widow Kisses,
Leuba Sapphire

Development of a Philosophy: Part 5 (Leuba Sapphire)

2007-01-07T11:19:00.000-05:00

I had two men with me. They had been ‘assigned’ to me. They were rebellion soldiers. I knew their names, and they were important to me. But I knew I couldn’t get attached to them. They treated me with respect because of how I treated them, with the utmost respect someone can have for another.

The Rebellion did not often openly claim me as its associate. They knew I had stolen the Death Star plans from Sidious when he was still called Palpatine. They knew I had made the copy that they received. They also knew I was alive.

The only time they claimed me was when they assigned me an important mission. They knew I was force-sensitive. They knew I had been trained, but they knew very little about my real name, or who I was.

The two men with me were called Life-Bearers, and their job was to do anything they could to make sure I survived. I tried telling them, countless times to get away from me; to go home to their families or go back into the service and assist in the destruction of the Empire.

They refused every time. To them my life was more important than their own. I did not understand. I was not that important of a person. But still they followed me. I was sent to Tatooine, and it was my job to liberate a scientific colony. They chose me to do this because I’ve been there before, countless times.

The men landed, and instead of the Mayor of the colony I was greeted by a Imperial Officer, “Landing Clearances,” he stated plainly.

“I’ve none,” I responded.

“Then take this ship out of here.”

“No, it wouldn’t make sense, don’t you agree?” I spoke firmly, using the mind tricks I so often had to use nowadays.

“Correct, Madame,” he said, “I see the logic now. Is there anything you require?”

“No, I am just here for a short visit,” I responded.

“Very well, I assume you’ll stay on your ship.”

“Correct.”

He walked away. Before I was going to assault anything, I was going to go visit an old friend’s son. I walked through the base unquestioned. When I arrived on the outside, I saw speeders, and I took off towards the cliffs with one of them.

I saw the tiny cave, and my cold, war-hardened face softened and I smiled. I crawled down into them, and my eyes adjusted to the light. I was not greeted by the two guards. I walked down deeper into the cave.

I smelled decay. I ran the rest of the way, and when I arrived at the bottom, the dwellings had all be ransacked and destroyed, and there were corpses of Tusken laying all around.

I went to My Old Friend Son’s house, and it was empty save for him laying dead at the door, and his wife laying in beyond that. His wife was laying dead beyond that. He died for her.

I clenched my fists, and I felt my nails pierce my flesh. I ran to the small hut, and it had been ransacked as well. I lifted the rug, and then lifted the small piece of wood. I grabbed a light saber from underneath it.

I lit it up, it was glowing bright yellow. Someone was going to pay for this. I strapped the yellow saber at my side, and I cocked and loaded my gun.

Someone was going to pay.

If you’ll excuse me, I know who is going to pay,

Mourned Hugs and Mourning Kisses,
Leuba Sapphire

Development of a Philosophy: Part 4 (Erifia Apoc)

2007-01-05T00:03:00.000-05:00

Tusken children ran by me, they were playing with refuse dolls, and they were so happy, they were laughing (or the tusken equivalent) and I knew how old they were, not old at all, probably around eight.

I pulled my knees up close to me and I sobbed in them.

Those children wouldn’t exist; none of them, if I had pulled the trigger so long ago. If I had followed the Jedi-Code then this whole colony would have died. I didn’t understand. I was right, but no-one believed me. The code needs to be changed.

I could never convince anyone of that. Obi-Wan was in shock when I told him I was going to change it. The council would never hear of it. Jedi tradition is wrong. It all needed to be changed.

I began to vocalize my sorrow, and it wasn’t even like I meant to, it just was so upsetting that these people were held in the palm of my hand, and if I had followed orders they would all be dead.

A young tusken girl walked up to me, very confused as to what I was, and wondering if I would hurt her, but she came up to me anyway, and she knelt down next to me, and she offered me her dolly. The one toy she probably owns and she offered it to me.

I turned to her, tears streaking down my face, and she pushed it towards me. I smiled at her, as best I could, and I gently picked up the dolly and held it tight to me, squeezing it.

I nodded to her, I know she didn’t know common and I couldn’t speak Tusken, just understand it, I held my hand on my heart, and I handed the doll back to her. She moved forward and she wrapped one arm around me, and hugged me softly, afraid of me.

I slowly moved my hand, and squeezed hers softly. She pantomimed wiping her eyes, and she pointed at me. I nodded and forced a smile. She didn’t know she had just made me want to cry so much more.

I curled up into the fetal position and hid my sobs and my face from the world around me. These people were simple, and misunderstood, and I was going to kill them because of the code.

I heard from behind, “The Young don’t realize what you have done for this colony, Moon-Ray.”

I turned up to him, and I nodded, “I don’t want them to.”

He spoke again, “But I do, and I cannot offer the Sun to repay you.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.”

“Even if I want to?”

“Even if you want to.”

He spoke again, “Can I offer you my son?”

“NO!” I said quicker and harsher then I intended, “Never… Please don’t say that again. You should enjoy every moment of that child.”

“What about the tiny sun?”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. He took me towards a small hut, and he opened the door, and he opened a bantha-hide bag, and he withdrew yellow-saber-refracting-crystals and I looked at him, “I cannot, I mean… If I accept these…”

“They mean nothing to us, they are not water, they are not sun, they are not clay, they are nothing.”

I nodded, and he put them back in the bag, and handed it to me. I knelt before him, and he bid me rise, “Moon-Ray, is your faith restored?”

“I hope so, I will be back, soon… I will have something I need you to keep here.”

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to Coruscant, I have something I need to make,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Development of a Philosophy: Part 3 (Erifia Apoc)

2007-01-03T11:17:00.000-05:00

I’ve never killed anyone. I want everyone who reads these journals to know that. Not once in my life have I killed a sentient being. I think I shocked Obi-Wan when I told him that. Now, I will not deny my killing of droids, which I believe is very different then killing a sentient being.

However, I will also admit to killing animals and beasts which are sentient, but never a true sentient being, not even Genosians when they attack me. I usually cripple them, and leave them. I’ll cut off their wings, and arms. But leave them be. As inhumane as that sounds.

I have never enjoyed the code, not for a long, long time. I find it in bad taste. But one part of the code I uphold is the ‘No Killing’ rule. We Jedi are meant to uphold life, and not destroy it.

I don’t tell many people I’ve never killed anyone before, I make it seem as though I had. But I never really have. Even after the whole Dante hiring me and then Blurnsball, Duck and Lollypop beat on me, I didn’t kill them. I hurt them, badly, yes, but I didn’t kill them.

I decided, after my last encounter with my darker half that I needed to refirm that belief, and the only place I can do that is Tatooine, deep in a canyon.

I left Becca and Tatooine (The Tauntaun) on Coruscant and I headed for Tatooine (the planet) and I landed on an old heli-pad. There was a colony here, a large one, it prospered because of the scientists working on new technology for the GAR here.

When I landed I was greeted, and my ship was flown to a parking lot of sorts. The greeter took me down and led me to the outside of the colony, he knew I wanted to go there, and he gave me a speeder. They treated me like a queen because I often donated a small sum of (around $3,000) credits a year.

It may not seem like much, but I am the only one who contributes. I flew hard on the speeder and I rushed towards the canyon. Once I arrived at the canyon, I slowed down on the speeder, and I parked it, and headed towards a small cave.

I crawled through the entrance, and I was met by a pair of Tusken, holding guns at my head, I held my arms above my head, and they lead my downwards after stripping my lekkus of all their weapons.

The cave was dark, and lit only by small LCD lights (not that I needed them). They knew the way, and soon, I was down in the colony. I was lead to the hut with a different color clay used, and the two tusken opened the door and pushed me in. Once inside I knelt down.

A tusken man smiled, and he knelt down next to me, he began to speak, I understood him, it took me a long time to learn the Tusken langauge, but I had to.

“Sunny Day to you Moon-Ray,” he said. He calls me moon ray because my color reminds him of his skin in the moonlight.

“Hello old friend,” I said with a soft smile.

“What clouds cover the sun in your world?” He asked.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“As clear as the three suns,” he said.

“I’m sorry, old friend, I’m not feeling very faithful.”

“I want to show you something, Moon-Ray,” he said.

I rose slowly, he rose and led me into the backroom. There was a tusken female laying on a bed, and she cradled a child in her arms, “That’s my new son,” he said.

I knelt down next to the mother and the child. She looked at me, and the baby was asleep. I looked at the mother and asked permission to touch her child. She nodded and I touched the child’s cheek gently.

It cooed, in its own tusken way. I withdrew my hand. I was sure there were tears rolling down my cheek because I felt them in my eyes. I turned from them, most abruptly. I walked away, and the Tusken Chieftan grabbed my arm, not forcefully or angerly, “Moon-Ray?” He asked.

I shook my head no, and I went outside of his hut.

I couldn’t go back in…

If you’ll excuse me, I have to cry…

Sobbing Hugs, and Submissive Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Development of a Philosophy: Part 2 (Padawan Erifia)

2007-01-01T13:19:00.000-05:00

The sandy desert of Tatooine blew around me. It was hot on top of the building, but I found solace in my cloak. What little solace there was to be had.

I had to kill people. It was against the code. It was against the force’s will. Master Gerith didn’t even consider speaking with the Tusken. He immediately went to combat. Jedi were supposed to do everything they could before drawing a saber.

I held my scope watching the pass. I could see it as clear as if I was standing there. I had to do what my master told me to. Even if it went against the code, and… I don’t understand. Why?

I looked down at Master Gerith as he was watching ahead. He looked up to me. We met eyes, and stared at each other for a second. It was an awkward staring. I felt ashamed to be with him.

I brought my attention back to the scopes and I saw the first signs of Tusken. A scout; if I shot him this would all go wrong. He took off the other way, and in a half hour a patrol of them came from the pass.

I watched them in my scope. I had to wait for them to get further away from the pass. They could run and hide if they knew we were there. I looked down to Master Gerith, he looked up to me.

He knew they were there. He wanted me to shoot them. He wanted me to kill them. From what the Mayor said, the Tusken just took technology and knocked anyone who got in their way out. None of them killed anyone.

Stealing shouldn’t be a crime punishable by death. I brought my head back around and looked at them. They were coming. Not knowing what was going to meet them when they came into town.

The closer they got the more I didn’t want to hurt them. I looked down at Master Gerith again, he blinked when he noticed me looking at him and he turned down, looking ahead. He was angry with me.

I pulled away from my gun. I wasn’t going to shoot them. I grabbed it off the roof, and snuck down the ladder, he noticed I was standing there, and not in the spot he had designated for me to be. The code said for me to obey my master, the code said not to kill people. What happens when one and the other disagree?

It was up to me. When the code is wrong, it is my choice. If I get kicked out of the temple, then I get kicked out of the temple. I couldn’t stand by and watch the code contradict itself.

The Tusken came forward, I watched them come closer and closer, and they all held their guns ready when they saw Master Gerith. They began to speak in their language. The closer they got the tenser Master Gerith became, he looked over at me. Pleading for me to shoot them.

They looked at me. Then back to him. He didn’t move as they moved towards him, they struck the side of his head and he fell down. I grabbed my saber, and I held it, not letting it extend, they came towards me.

“Please!” I said, “Please… I don’t want to hurt you. The town just wants you to leave them alone. They don’t hurt you, why steal from them? Don’t you have everything you need out there?”

The leader bean to hoop and holler. I didn’t know what he was saying, but I felt scared, and I began to shake. He struck one of the ones with him, and the rest backed away from me. He knelt down to me, and I jumped.

“Please,” I said, “Don’t attack the town anymore. I don’t want to hurt you…” I said tears streaking down my eyes.

He spoke in the Tusken Langauge. I didn’t understand what he was saying, “I can’t understand,” I said, “Can you understand me?” I asked.

He nodded, “Will you please stop stealing from the town, they wanted me to hurt you, and you didn’t do anything wrong, you just needed some things?” He nodded.

I gently reached outwards, my hand hoping to meet his in some peace pact. His met mine and we shook. I knew they weren’t bad. I knew it. He roared and hooted, and the tusken people all rushed away. I ran to Master Gerith.

I dropped to my knees, and I cradled his head in my arms. He spoke, and it scared me so I jumped, “Erifia, what have you learned?”

I bit my lips, I was so scared, so shaken, so sad, and so upset, it wasn’t clear to me what I learned. All that was clear was the tears rolling down my cheek.

“Erifia, focus, let those emotions free…”

I leapt onto him, and laid on him, my sobs absorbed by his neck. I squeezed his shirt, and the muscles in my hand began to become sore from the anger, and my whole body shook in fear.

“Erifia, let it all out…”

I did.

“Now, Erifia, tell me, what did you learn?”

“That the code needs to be broken to uphold itself. That the code is just a set of rules that sometimes need to be broken to achieve the greater good.”

“Never forget that,” he said.

I nodded weakly into his shoulder.

If you’ll excuse me, I need a hug,

Please give me a hug,
Erifia Apoc

Development of a Philosophy: Part 1 (Padawan Erifia)

2006-12-30T15:07:00.000-05:00

Master Gerith kept poking me and prodding me to get out of bed. It was late morning, and I had been up all night playing Capture the Flag with the other padawans. I rose gently, and I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and I blinked heavily at him.

“Good morning, Master,” I said casting my eyes from him. I was still in my PJ’s and I didn’t want him to know I was embarrassed.

“Erifia today we have been asked to stop a Sand-Person Raid on a small colony on Tatooine,” He spoke firmly.

“Yes Master. Will it not take us longer then a day to get to Tatooine?”

Master Gerith sighed, “We don’t have to do it today, we have to leave today. And we need to get there as soon as possible, so get dressed and get your lightsaber.”

I nodded gently. I didn’t want him to think I was being disrespectful to him. He left my room and I looked at the picture of my mother on the night-stand. She was wearing little or no clothing at all, and she was dancing in a bar.

That picture was taken the night my biological father met my mother. She was young and beautiful. But I didn’t understand how it was logical to wear little more then underwear. It didn’t provide warmth, and there could be no aesthetic value when there was not much clothing to see.

I forced myself back to the present. I needed to get dressed and I needed to help a town on Tatooine. I grabbed one of my different color outfits. It was against temple code to wear them, but Master Gerith always said I should never look like I was from the temple.

He told me time and time again that if I looked like a Jedi, then people would want to kill me as if I was a jedi. I didn’t understand. All we do with our lives is help people. Why would people want to hurt us?

Once the outfit was on, I made sure to put the all-weather cloak we are given at the temple on to cover up my lekkus. Master Gerith also said that men would want to steal me so that I could dance for people and not get paid for it. He said they were going to sell me into Slavery, if they knew what exactly I was at first glance.

His logic was silly. Twi’leks to the best of my knowledge are the only species that can become indigo. But I obeyed anyway. I climbed under my bed, and I grabbed my sniper rifle and my saber.

My saber was a dark purple. I had made it with special crystals Master Gerith had found for me. He said that there were no others like them in the galaxy. So I built a saber around them. It came out to be almost black, with a purple glow.

He met me at his ship, and we were off. He didn’t tell my any details about the mission, but I only assumed it would involve negotiations with the sand-people. I watched the lines of the stars fly by, and I fell asleep.

It didn’t take long for us to be there, and when I woke we were landing. Outside on the main landing pad we were greeted by several humans. I stayed behind Master Gerith, allowing him to do the interaction.

When the conversation had finished we had found out several things, they come and attack the small colony and steal weapons and technology once a week. When the new technology comes in through a spaceship, they come down again.

This time we were used as a decoy so that the Tusken, as they are actually called, will come and attack the town at dusk, and be met by Master Gerith and I. That’s when I realized what was meant by the verb-phrase ‘be met by’. We weren’t going to talk with them. We were going to meet them and kill them.

There was no talk of peace. There was only talk of killing them. I nodded as we were told information, so scared and worried that we would have to kill them. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.

After the Mayor of the Colony left, Master Gerith said, “Erifia, you need to get up on top of one of those buildings and use that sniper rifle to take them out before they come to close to us. I will stand on the outside of town and meet them in hand-to-hand combat.”

I cast my eyes down from him, a sole tear dropping, “If it is your wish Master.”

If you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to go get prepared to hurt someone *tear*,

XOXOXO,
Erifia Apoc

Saving Master Apoc: Conclusion (Erifia)

2006-12-28T13:56:00.000-05:00

The bed was so cold. The last thing I remember is Tatooine nuzzling my cheek and trying to wake me up. I thought maybe I was in the med-room in my ship. I felt the bandage around my stomach.

Tatooine had saved me. I don’t know what it was that set her off, that released my hold on her. What broke her barriers and let her free, but whatever it was I have to figure it out.

I felt my arm. Becca had injected me with a bacta shot. Poorly too. I lifted the bandage, there wasn’t going to be a scar, but I wish there would be.

I had hurt my family. I had hurt my Child and my Sister (for all intensive purposes) I should have just died. What good am I if I can’t control my bad side? I am not better than Aayla Secura.

I felt a warmth in the room, Tatooine was sleep with salt tears still filling his eyes and stroking down his cheek. I stood, and fell onto the ground, my legs unable to support themselves with the weight of my sins.

I kissed his cheek, “Tatooine, my sweet Tatooine. How noble a heart beats in that innocent chest.”

“Mommy,” he said exhaustedly, “Is that really you?”

“Yes, Tatooine, you killed her, you killed the evil mommy for now, at least.”

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

“More than you could ever imagine, Professor Goat-ing-ton.”

He smiled, he loved when I called him that, “I love you Mommy, I am sorry I made you hurt.”

“Tatooine, you saved me. You saved Master Apoc.”

I laid down next to him, and put my arm around him, and fell asleep.

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a noble child and a wonderful sister, my life is complete for now,
Erifia Apoc

PS. Yeah, I still Hate you Aayla, don’t think otherwise.

Saving Master Apoc: Part 6 (Tatooine)

2006-12-26T22:47:00.000-05:00

Saving Master Apoc: Part 6 (Tatooine)

Auntie Becca and I were given a small break. We were given water. We caught our breath and were forced back out into the arena. I was still shaking from the other two fights.

Why did we have to fight? I just wanted my mommy.

The gate opened on the other side. I started to run to who it was, but Auntie Becca grabbed my collar, and It choked me.

“She’s not your mother,” Auntie Becca said to me, “Not right now.”

I looked hard at the other side. It was my mommy, she just looked different. She was wearing red, and she had red and green light sabers extended.

I looked at her. She was still my Mommy. I don’t care what Auntie Becca said. I ran to her. When I got to her, she held her foot up, and it hit me, knocking me to the ground.

“Mommy,” I cried out.

Auntie Becca rushed up to her, “Who do you think you are?!” She screamed, “I don’t know a lot of things, but I know even if you are evil that is still your child.”

I looked at Auntie Becca’s eyes, they were glowing. She was using her powers on Mommy. Mommy, laughed at her.

“Nice try,” Mommy spun and kicked Auntie Becca in the cheek, sending her to the ground.

Auntie Becca held me tightly, “Tatooine, did you say your prayers this morning like I told you to.”

“Yes, of course I did,” I said to her, “Why is Mommy so mean?”

“I don’t know, something is inside of her… Something that makes her hurt us.”

“Can we kill it?”

“No Tatooine, only she can… And she hasn’t wanted to yet…”

“But…”

Mommy spoke, “Are you two ready to die?”

She held her hands towards us, and electricity came from her finger tips and it hit us, I felt hot and painful, my muscles started to jump, and I couldn’t move.

“Stop!” Mommy said. And the lightning stopped itself.

“Shut up!” she screamed, “I’m going to kill them!”

“No!” Mommy screamed again louder, “You won’t hurt them! You promised you wouldn’t! You Promised you would make Barriss Better!”

“I am going to!” Mommy screamed at herself again, “After I kill them, I keep my promises!”

I haven’t been this confused since I was helping, Frodo, Sam and Sméagol take the ring to Mount Doom…

Flashback

“No, you won’ts hurt the master, or the master’s friends,” said Sméagol, to no-one, he didn’t know I was watching.

“But the ones, he isn’t like us, he’s from Star Wars, he’s tricksy Precious,” said Gollum.

“No he’s not, he’s not tricksy,” said Sméagol.

“He’s false, Precious, he’s false, looks at hims, hes covered in fur, fur is tricksy… Sméagol can trust Gollum…”

“Nos! Nos! I trusts the Master.”

“Sméagol, Why does it cry Sméagol does it know that Gollum is right?” He coughed the word Gollum came out.

Sméagol said, “Nos! Master wouldn’t hurt us, neither woulds his Star Wars Friend.”

“Sméagol you knows I am right. Together Sméagol we can get the precious back…”

I spoke up, “Uhm, yeah, Sure, we could do that… Or we could go and see someone about talking to ourselves.”

Gollum spoke, “See, he thinks were crazy.” Sméagol finished, “Nos, he just wants us to gets help, We needs it…” Gollum sighed, “Gollum only goes to one meetings, but that’s it!”

End Flashback

“No!” Mommy commanded herself, as she walked back from us.

“Yes, give up Erifia, you are finished,” Mommy began to cry.

“I love them,” she pleaded, “Don’t hurt them…”

“Too late, we had a deal,” she said to herself.

I stood, and I ran forward, I drove my metallic horns into her. Her stomach pushed in, and she screamed, I pushed her into the ground.

“You’re not my mommy! You’ll never be my mommy again!”

I withdrew my horns… What had I done? I killed my mommy… I laid down in the dust of the Arena. Auntie Becca grabbed Mommy, and she tugged on me, but I didn’t move. I finally brought myself to stand and I followed. I killed my mommy… I killed my mommy…

“Mommy!” I cried and I pushed the horns off my head, and I nuzzled her cheek, “Mommy, please, wake up…”

If you-excuse me…
Tatooine the murder…

PS. I killed Mommy… 24 times…

Saving Master Apoc: Part 5 (Becca)

2006-12-24T00:07:00.000-05:00

Tatooine and I were standing in front of, I don’t know, like a portcullis or something. We were geared up to fight for information. I wasn’t worried.

Back on Earth we had these things called Malls, and these Malls were a festival of bad smells, and people, all rushing and caring very little about if you live or die. Sometimes you would fight them to get these, I don’t know, these anything.

It got really, really bad around Christmas time… People would hit you with purses and other things to get you away from them and their items.

When our Big Gatey thing rose, Tatooine and I walked out. We were alone. The gate on the other side opened. Gamorians, big Orcish looking things came running out. Their leader came at me directly. And Tatooine jumped in front of me.

I didn’t understand why he was doing that, but it wasn’t like the Gamorian was going to get to me, I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine, and I implanted a thought. All of his allies were us, and we were his only allies.

I don’t know, I’ve seen a lot of things, but him running at me, stopping, then cutting into his friend with a vibro axe, and then this dog pile of Gamorians all fighting each other with vibro axes was probably on the top of my yuck list.

Tatooine smiled and leapt up and down, “He’ll tell us about Mommy now! He’ll tell us about Mommy!”

“You have two more rounds!” I heard over a loud speaker, “That is, if you survive this one.”

I looked down at Tatooine and I am sure we both looked the same way. That’s when the gate opened, and a huge bug looking thing came out. I don’t know what it was, but it was ugly.

I don’t know, but I haven’t wanted to kill a bug and been as scared of a bug this bad since I was working with the Men in Black on Earth.

Flashback

“Hey Bee,” I held my cricket gun a little unsteady looking at the mass of bug in front of us.

“I don’t know Jay.”

“Shoot the bug!”

“But Kay is in it.”

“Shoot the bug!”

I held the cricket unsteadily and I aimed at it, then closed my eyes and shot. I hit the UFO it was trying to get on.

“Shoot the bug! The Bug!”

I aimed again and closed my eyes, and I heard metallic grinding.

“Not the Ship Bee! The Bug!”

“You shoot the bug!”

“No, Shoot the bug!”

Meanwhile, the Bug leapt down and was standing face to face with me, and I heard a sound like a charging battery or something, and then the bug exploded, and I got covered in bug guts.

“I quit!” I said while my whole body shook in frustration.

End Flashback

Tatooine and I stared at the large buggy thing. I withdrew both of my blasters. Tatooine reflexively moved behind me.

I began to fire at it. Blast after blast. Unrelenting. The creature just stood there as the blasts reflected off of it. And there was no mind controlling this thing.

“Tatooine,” I said calmly, “I don’t know what I am going to do, but distract it. You know the game we place sometimes, when I have you walk up to a cute guy and ask him those questions?”

“Yes Auntie Becca.”

“Okay, I need you to go do that with it, but run, I won’t let it hurt you. I promise.”

So Tatooine ran up, and did what he did best. I ran to the pile of gross bloody Gamorians and I reached in, and found a vibro axe. I chased after the big buggy thing, and when I got to its back leg I swung the axe, blindly.

I missed of course, I don’t know. I just don’t like hurting things. I swung again, and the bug’s leg was cut in two and it started to lose its balance. I cut the other back leg, and it fell to the ground. It used its front claws to try and get at Tatooine.

I jumped on its back, and ran up to what looked like its head. I cut into it, and it dropped limp. I fell off of it and landed in the dirt with a thud, and it kicked dust up all around me.

Tatooine ran over to me and licked my face, just missing my eyes with his electro-horns.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

-Becca

PS. 7

(Note from Erifia's Author: Merry Christmas Everyone.)

Saving Master Apoc: Part 4 (Tatooine)

2006-12-22T01:13:00.000-05:00

As I sat in Auntie Becca’s lap, I watched all around. I didn’t know what was going on. I just wanted my mommy.

A big scary looking old guy came out. He was frightening.

“You two,” he said, sort of, “What are you doing here?”

Auntie Becca answered, “Looking for a Twi’lek.”

“Can you fight?” he asked.

“Uhm…” I said, “Not really… We just want my mommy back. We came many miles to get here…”

“Would you say, A Billion?” He asked waving his hand in front of him.

“No,” I said, “But we came a lot.”

“I am old, and I need entertainment, fight in my arena, win, and I might tell you what I know about your mommy.”

I looked down, “Have you seen my mommy?”

I haven’t been this desperate to find my mommy since I was trapped in that one book and didn’t remember what she looked like…

Flashback

I walked up to a dog, “Are you my mother?”

“No.”

I walked up to a cat, “Are you my mother?”

“No.”

I walked up to a cow, “Are you my mother?”

“No.”

I walked up to a frog, “Are you my mother?”

“No.”

I walked up to a droid, “Are you my mother?”

“Does not compute.”

I walked up to a spaceship, “Are you my mother?”

It didn’t respond. I felt sad.

“Tatooine, baby…” Mommy said.

“Are you my mother?”

“Sort-of, I’m close enough…”

Mommy hugged me!

End Flashback

“I told you,” he responded, “I will tell you where your mother is, if you fight in my arena and win.”

Auntie Becca responded with, “I don’t know about all this…”

He had his Geonosian guards take us down to the equipment rooms, and they tossed us in and locked the doors. Auntie Becca strapped on armor on me, and on my horns she attacked these long metalic spikes that cracked and popped like they had some popcorn in them.

She put on lighter armor, and she didn’t put on a helmet. She grabbed a pair of guns, and I started to cry…

“I just want my mommy…”

She knelt to me, and pet my head, “It’ll be okay,” she said, “We’ll get your mommy.”

If me-Got to fight!
Tatooine

PS. I can count to 17!

Saving Master Apoc: Part 3 (Becca)

2006-12-19T23:28:00.000-05:00

By the time we arrived back at the ship again, it was really late. I had to find that nice man who looked like everyone else, I don’t know, but like let me tell you. Its very difficult to find a clone in a clone base.

I didn’t know his name. I thought his name was Tak. So I asked around and around for Tak. Finally, I found him but he was in a bar, and hitting on some girl.

I had to try and take his attention away from her and put it on me, at least until I could ask him what the Stagnanati hive or whatever it was is.

“Tak?” I asked walking up to him, and sitting down.

“Not now Becca, if she sees you talking to me, then she will think I am taken. But…” he said, “She might get jealous and she might want to come over. Becca, kiss me.”

“Excuse me? I don’t know…”

“Okay, what do you need?”

“I don’t know…” I closed my eyes and tried to think.

“I think Erifia has been taken and I think she’s at some hive or something… Some stagnant or something.”

“The Stalgasin Hive?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said.

He handed me a small disk.

“Put this into Erifia’s harddrive, it will have the ship take you there.”

I kissed him. The girl huffed and moved towards him. I ran out of the bar. Tatooine was asleep on the ship, and I put in the disk, and the ship took off. When we arrived at the Hive spire, I was escorted by two ships down to a landing pad.

When we landed, a whole stack of Genosians were there…

I haven’t wanted to spray for bugs since that time I was in Joe’s Apartment.

Flashback

“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, while he tried brushing the cockroaches off of me.

“You better be!” I yelled.

“Look, I’m sorry, they were here when I got here.”

“I don’t know!” I yelled.

I ran from there as fast as I could.

End flashback

They escorted Tatooine and I to the main mound. We were dragged, literally by these creatures. Finally they stopped, and we were thrown into a large room. There was no-one else in the room.

I sighed.

“Why are we here Auntie Becca?”

“I don’t know Tatooine, I don’t know.”

“Do they have Mommy?”

“I don’t know.”

He laid his head on my lap, and I pet it. Something tells me this is going to be a long day.

-Becca

Ps. 8

Saving Master Apoc: Part 2 (Tatooine)

2006-12-17T23:48:00.000-05:00

Mommy’s gone. And no-one knows where she is. We have an idea. She’s in Geonosis somewhere, and I had to walk Auntie Becca through getting there. I wish I had my mommy back.

When we got to Geonosis a bunch of guys who all smelled like that one guy who stole my bubblebubkin; I spoke with them.

“Excuse me mister,” I said.

“Oh, its you again!” He said rubbing my head.

“Are you the nice man from before?”

“Yes little one, I am. What is troubling you?”

“My mommy is missing… Do you know who took her or where she is?”

“No, we did however have reports of a twi’lek Jedi tearing up forces on the front line, but they stopped a couple of days ago,” I jumped around, “Is there anyway to get there?”

“No, there is heavy mortaring there. You can meet up with a medical unit up there, and see if she came through.”

I was a little bit nervous I remember the last time I went into a place with heavy mortaring…

Flashback

“Wow,” said Captain Hawkeye Pierce, “It’s a little rough up here Tatooine…”

He grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write things around.

“Whatchu doing?!” I asked.

“Writing my will,” he said.

“What’s a will?”

“It’s a piece of paper that says when I die, who gets what.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m probably going to die.”

“Why?”

“Because of the heavy mortaring.”

“Why are they mortaring us?”

“I ask myself the same question often.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know the answer.”

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t asked one.”

“Why?”

“Because they try to shoot me…”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! Please I need to write this!”

“Okay… I love you, bye bye!”

End Flashback

Auntie Becca hopped onto a speeder, and she grabbed me and put me on the back. I don’t like speeders. They scare me. She hit the jets, and we were pushed forward at a great speed and my fur kept trying to pull out.

We wound up finding the medical unit, and I began to run from tent to tent looking for mommy. There were lots of guys who smelled the same, but Mommy wasn’t here.

“Excuse me Mister,” I said to a man who smelled like everyone else.

“Yes?” He asked confused by me.

“Where is my mommy? She’s blue and has big blue hairs coming off the back of her head, and she’s pretty, and she loved me. Where is my mommy?”

“Oh, you mean the twi’lek?”

I nodded shyly.

“She a jedi?”

I nodded again.

“She was taken by a patrol of droids. They surrounded her and captured her.”

“Mommy…” I began to cry, and Auntie Becca held me tight to her.

Auntie Becca looked at the clone trooper and her eyes began to glow, “Where?”

“We are unsure,” he answered trying not to.

“Anyplace to look?”

“The Stalgasin Hive.”

Auntie Becca and I looked at each other. We both were very confused.

If me excuse!
Me!

Ps. 8! I can count to 8!

Saving Master Apoc: Part 1 (Becca)

2006-12-16T00:43:00.000-05:00

Today, I received a muffled message from Erifia. It came over a mailing system, and it was a fuzzy picture with broken speech, I honestly don’t know what she was trying to say…

“Becca, Please (Muffle) been captured (muffle) Keep Tatooine Safe. Tell (muffle) to (muffle muffle muffle scream of pain)” –End Transmission

I don’t know what any of that meant. I think I heard a Keep Tatooine safe. But I don’t know. It’s all so complicated. Tatooine ran out of the back when he heard his mother’s voice, and he leapt around.

“Where’s mommy Auntie Becca?!” He asked.

“I don’t know… Here’s the message, maybe you can make head or tales of the whole thing.”

I replayed it for him. He shook his head back and fourth, “Mommy’s in trouble. Look, Auntie Becca, bring up the source, and double check the IP address and then type the IP address into the republic’s master computer search, and find the outlying computer, through triangulation of the signals, and see what planet and city she is in.”

I haven’t felt this confused by techno-babble since that time I was on Myth Busters…
Flashback

“Okay, so to help us determine whether a light we have Becca Magnificant, Erifia Apoc’s sidekick. We’ve got a special show today, we are testing the myth of the Lightsaber.”

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Look,” said Adam, “It’s very inconceivable. The fact is that though photons of light may indeed have some power they cannot on their own, even when concentrated into a shaft, and pressed together, just can’t cut through anything.”

“Yeah,” said Jamie, “The energy source can’t be powerful enough to hold that charge for too long. Look, the energy would be drained by the capacitor and the fact is without something to hold it in, the photons would bounce wildly about the room.”

“I don’t know, guys…”

“Look! Becca, Jamie and I are going to have a contest to see who can build a better light saber, okay?”

I decided that of all the stuff I don’t know, I know one thing. Jedi can only build sabers. I backed out of the room slowly. After a couple of days, I came back, and they were about ready to test their designs. The first one, made by Adam sent a beam of rays into their dummy, Buster. He was on fire, and they had to put him out. Jamie’s exploded. I sighed.

Terrible.

End Flashback

So I did as Tatooine said, but he had to talk me through ever step. I didn’t have a Republic Username and Password, so I had to make one. And then I had enter my social security number, which I don’t know.

I then did the rest of what Tatooine said, and the message came from Geonosis.

“Tatooine,” I said, “I don’t know where that is.”

-Becca the Magnificant

Ps. 7

Guest Poster - Darth Inferna [Topic: Whispers of the mind.]

2006-12-14T22:41:00.000-05:00

Hey Erifia- It is just me. I'm here you know? In that prison you locked me in.

I'm not going to go away. When you sleep, and those fevered dreams come to you? The one where there are screams and all you feel is heat and joy.

That's me sweetie.

Whenever you drift off, and when you wake and find yourself holding a lightsaber, that's me.

See what you don't realize, my precious Erifia, is I am always in your mind. I am you. I am your edge.

You can't get rid of me. I am you. Just let me out Erifia. We were so powerful together... Let me out willingly and I will never harm anyone you care about, we could rule the galaxy, you and I.

I am you.

Sweet, sweet Erifia. Remember why I came out the first time, it wasn't because of the competition- It was because you wanted me.

We needed each other. I kept you from breaking. It wasn't Dante, and it certainly wasn't that weak Nepharia. We could conquer her together, show her who is the stronger being.

But unlock me... Let me free. I need to be free.

Until you let me go, I am going to whisper in your year.

By the way- Barriss is almost dead, and its all your fault. Let me free and we can save her.

I am you... Let Me Free.

-Darth Inferna

So, You think I am Beautiful?

2006-12-10T14:24:00.000-05:00

(See it from the Ben's Point of View, here.)

Now he understood, it was so clear, “You fell because of how you felt about me, am I right?”

“I fell because I had to hide it after that, and try and convince myself I never loved you. I’ve learned. Ben, don’t worry about me trying to kiss you anymore. It’s not going to happen again, okay?”

He stared at me, “I worry about you, Are you going to be ok now?”

“Of course I’m going to be okay, I’m Erifia freakin Apoc. Its hard to keep me down on the ground Ben. I get up again.” I looked him in the eyes, to show my joke had hints of truth in it.

“Good to hear,” he responded, “But I’m sorry if I hurt you, Erifia, it was not my intent to do so.”

“You’re a man, its part of your nature,” I responded immediately, “You can’t help it.”

“That isn’t quite the reply I was looking for, but it is ya’ll, so I will accept that.”

I stiffened a bit, I looked at him, “I’m not quite ready to forgive you, okay?”

He patted my shoulder, “I accept that too. I’m glad we had this talk. Maybe we can get back to the way things used to be. I would hate to lose ya’ll’s friendship.”

I raised an eyebrow, “I’ve got a question, I want an answer, no flowers, no running around bushes, Why don’t you like what I wear or what I don’t wear? Does it make you uncomfortable, everyone else doesn’t seem to notice except you. I want to know the real reason.”

“People do notice, Erifia, no one says anything to you. I feel a lady shouldn’t show her body in such a way. It is disrespectful to themselves, besides, you are better than that. I’ve known ya’ll for so long,” he responded.

“So you feel that since I am comfortable with my body and don’t mind showing off a little, that I lower myself from being a lady to being a twi’lek slave girl. Benny,” I said sweetly, “Benny do you think I’m pretty?” I was now playing with him a bit.

“Not what I meant, and of course you are… pretty.” His pause interested me. “I’ve told you that before. You wouldn’t be a slave, Erifia, I couldn’t see that for ya’ll.”

“I would have been,” I responded, “If I wasn’t saved by my old master, but I digress. You hesitated on Pretty Benny. What was the word you wanted to use? And don’t lie to me, I’m a spy, I know when someone is lying.”

He hesitated, he was trying not to lead me on, “Erifia, you are beautiful and you don’t need me to tell you that.”

“But it doesn’t hurt, and don’t worry, I told you that kissing thing was over, that means I get to flirt and make you flirt or whatever, and there is no strings attached,” I stood and with a school-girlish action kissed his cheek, “Right Benny?” I will need to ask Becca about more ways to flirt, its kind of fun.

“Ya’ll flirt more than ya know,” he muttered, “I wouldn’t know how to flirt my dear, I’ve never done it.”

“I’m Green,” I responded.

“Green?” he asked, as he inspected my body, I think I shifted, “My eyes must be messed up, ya’ll look blue to me.” He winked.

“Indigo,” I responded, “Aayla’s blue, and ugly.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Indigo, that suits ya’ll better than blue.”

“Good, I’m glad we had this talk, now I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

He smiled, “I don’t want to hurt ya’ll either, I never meant to.”

“Actions speak louder then words, and we’ll see how it all works. Goodbye for now, Benny,” I opened my door and laid down on the bed, he left the room.

If you'll excuse me, I am going to take a nap,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

INTERRUPTION! - Captain Picard's Christmas Party

2006-12-07T10:06:00.000-05:00

Captain Picard's Christmas Party!

I stood on the Enterprise. Captain Picard one of the men I did Last Gladiator Standing with had invited me. It was his Christmas Party. I do not celebrate the Earth Tradition of Christmas. It is lost on me. But I understand their need for it.

It’s a religious ceremony of some kind that was corrupted by the corporations of the world to be a holiday of materialistic value only. It amazes me how for thousand of years a tradition survived.

As was custom on their planet, I brought the one who invited me a present; It was a lightsaber, in a box about twenty sizes too large for it, and it was packed tightly do it made no sound when rattled.

I made sure to put it with the other presents, it was marked, “To The Good Captain, from Erifia Apoc.” I then searched for my host, he was going to be a very, very busy. I found him mingling, and I smiled and tipped my head.

“Happy Christ Mast,” I said to him.

“Christmas, Miss Apoc. And Merry Christmas is the proper term,” He responded and he gave me a hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

“Merry Christmas then Captain,” I said with a smile.

“To you as well, Miss Apoc… I would love to speak to you more-“

“But you’re very busy. I understand. I got you a very special present, I hope you enjoy it.”

I had heard many times in my galaxy about a group known as borg. So I sought a member of this race. I found one. She was avoiding contact with other people. And she was flanked by two borg men; or at least I think they were borg men. I approached. She was of some important because my approach made the guards tense.

I bowed, “Are you a borg?” I asked.

“I am the Queen of the Borg,” she responded.

“Forgive me for not respecting your position, I was unaware.”

“I do not understand why all people cannot be like you. You are a fascinating being yourself. I’ve never seen one of your kind before. Would you be interested in Assimilating?”

“Assimilating?”

“The object in general is to put you into the collective. To enchance you with technology from the other races, and to take your strengths into the hive-mind. What do your tails do?”

“It’s complicated, they act like extra brains.”

“Really, I will give you signing bonuses and a planet of your choice.”

“I’m a Jedi too.”

“Really!?” She seemed ecstatic. She was bubbling, “Anything else I should know about you?”

“I don’t know; I’m a different race on my father’s side, way, way, up there.”

“Which one?”

“Species 8472.”

“Get away!” She hissed.

I did as ordered. I decided to speak with Guinan. I seemed to remember speaking to her a couple of times before. So I sat and spent the rest of my time with her. She wasn’t as popular as some of the other guests.

If you’ll excuse me, I am going to get smashed,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Listen Closely, Ben.

2006-12-04T08:38:00.000-05:00

(See it from the Ben's Point of View, here.)

“Erifia, I’m tired of trying to get through to you. I’m not opposing you. You are more like Anakin then I care to admit. You both believe strongly in what you feel,” he pulled his hands out of mine, “Nothing I say will change that. But be careful what ya’ll work for.”

“However, I have some degree of wisdom behind mine, Anakin is young yet. Ben,” I said, “did Master Yoda ever tell you why he made me a master?”

“I would suppose because you deserve it. But I suspect it has something to do with Barriss.”

I hushed, and I looked at him. I pressed my lips together, but didn’t speak. My eyes looked into his. There was a secret on my lips, but I wasn’t going to say it.

“I won’t push you to talk about it,” he said.

“Maybe I need to, but don’t want to, and perhaps we should go somewhere other than here.”

“If you think you would be more comfortable somewhere else, we can go,” he smiled, “Where would ya’ll feel more comfortable talking?”

“Someplace alone? My room maybe? Someplace where no-one would go.”

“That’s fine, after ya’ll.”

I walked through the temple slowly, heading towards my small temple quarters. I walked softly, trying to let him stay even with me. I wondered, honestly, if he was watching my thighs as I moved, or my hips, perhaps. Both were places of bare skin. My lekkus wiggled at such a thought.

I opened the door to my room, and I sat on my bed, pulling a chair with my foot over, so he could sit. I set the picture of my mother face down on the side table, and I looked at him.

“Okay, we are alone, talk to me.”

“The real reason Master Yoda made me a master is…” I began to stutter on the s in is, and the t in the next would I was trying to say.

He tried to enourage me, “Go on.”

“Th—Tha—Tha- I- I – I almost gave into the dark side, and… And--- and only the fact that I was able to feel my emotions- it—it got me through it… He- he—“ I closed my eyes and my mouth, why was it so hard to say?

“I had no idea, Erifia. I wasn’t told about that. I knew something was going on…” he spoke, “Go on.”

“It was all because I was trying to bottle up my emotions. Trying to qualm them… But it didn’t work… Did you ever hear of Darth Inferna? She was I… Only for a short time. I finally, after releasing my emotions and feeling them, did I come back to being jedi… And you started it all,” I said softly.

“I started- whatever do ya’ll mean? I don’t understand,” He was in shock.

“Ben, remember this above anything else I ever tell you. You cannot stop love, you cannot push it away, you cannot hide it. When you do. That’s when you give into the dark side.”

Library and Okie-Doke

2006-12-01T11:15:00.000-05:00

(See it from the Okie-Doke's Point of View, here.)

I grabbed a holo book. Amazing. I had been looking for some time for this one. “Mindtricking Droids” Simply amazing. I knew this was going to be some help, I sat down at a table, and began to leaf through the pages.

“Congratulations on the Mastership,” a voice of my past said.

I looked up at him, and closed my book, “You don’t really mean that of course. Its something you’re forced to say since I am a master now.”

His mouth was agape, “Erifia, that’s hardly the case. I’m truly happy for ya’ll.”

“Happiness is an emotion,” I responded coolly, “Did I not have a belting out with you at the council? But, thank you.”

“It must please ya’ll to be a master now. Ya’ll deserve it,” he ignored the bite of my previous answer.

“Yes it does please me to be a master. I can now make changes to the code, or train other masters to teach about emotion.”

“You ain’t serious are ya? Ya’ll can’t honestly think ya could do-“ he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Of course I’m serious. There needs to be some changes around here, or we are all going to die. It may take many years after my death for things to finally be right, but changes must be made. Tradition doesn’t always work. Tradition needs to change with time.”

He shook his head in disapproval, “Those things will never change, here Erifia. No matter how hard ya’ll try. It’s our way, and our way doesn’t need to change.”

I smiled at him, as I stood, revealing my dancer outfit that was previously buried by the table. I walked to the nearest bookshelf, and put my book back. I walked back over and sat down, “Your way, as in the council?”

He wanted to protest my outfit, and that made me smile even more, “The way, as in the Jedi way. My way, everyone elses way, and should be ya’ll’s way.”

“How many people have you killed?” I asked him, bringing my soft blue eyes to look at his, I blinked them heavily. Becca had taught me a thing or two.

“I don’t keep score,” he responded, by crossing his arms over his chest.

That’s exactly what I wanted him to say, “Don’t keep score or lost count, I dare you to ask me the same question.”

He didn’t want to ask, and my smile brightened even further, “How many, Erifia?”

My response was simple, “None. Not one single sentient being, I’ve killed beasts, and I’ve hurt people. But I’ve never killed anything possessing a true soul. So, the question is who has gone off course of the code, and who has not?”

He rubbed his chin, “I have never killed anyone out of revenge or spite. Some things can not be helped in battle when a blaster is in ya’lls face,” he stared at me, “But I am impressed that you have never killed.”

“Reflect blasts, and cut the gun. Force push them into the ground lock them in plasma bracers,” I winked at him and blew a kiss to him as he stared into my eyes. I hadn’t done it as nothing more than to break his concentration.

“One on one maybe…” he waved his hand, “That’s the point of this, Erifia? Are you trying to make me feel bad for killing? You act like I have no feelings at all. I don’t like hurting anyone.”

“No. I am just trying to illustrate a point. And as far as I am concerned, Okie-Doke Kablokey, you have no emotions. And I believe you don’t like hurting anyone. That much I know for a fact.”
I grabbed his hands, because I thought I had hurt him. I kissed them softly. Not of anything more than comfort. I had crossed the line, now I was trying to make up for it.

He smiled, “You are going to be the death of me, ya’ll know that?” he patted my cheek, I think that was affectionate; or supposed to be.

“I crossed the line, I am sorry. But I am not ceasing on any of what I want to do, and if you are going to oppose me, then oppose me. I will not change my mind.”

If you'll Excuse me, I feel awkward,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

An Important Message from the Author

2006-11-29T15:36:00.000-05:00

Many of you know me through my interruptions in Erifia’s Posts. Some of you know me personally and we have talked. As you have noticed some heavy changes have been happening in the content of this blog, and I feel obligated to explain it to anyone who reads this blog.

First of all, for those of you who read this blog, thank you. Its your comments and the fact that you read this blog that keeps it going. Which brings me into my next point. Recently, I lost the will to write in this blog. It was a three day blank on all things Erifia.

Many of you are saying to yourselves now, “Three days, I go weeks without posting.” Or “Three days, suck it up.” Or, “That happens to everyone kid. You just lost your passion.” The problem with losing my passion… As demonstrated here…

Short-Post

And

The Winner:

Now over that period of time, I had no ideas I had nothing, and I was thinking of Ending the Erifia Apoc blog. I didn’t want the people who were loyal to keep coming and finding something that I never do on my blog and I stole from Jaba.

I needed something new. Something fresh… I was severly lacking ideas. I said, Well, I can make Erifia fight droids on Genosis. Then I thought, “Real good there, champ. Start Recycling.

Some Droid Virus

I shook my head in disapproval of my own lack of imagination. I then thought, well I could have her kill droids on Mygeeto.

Droid Invasion
Droid Invasion Part 2
Droid Invasion Part 3
Droid Invasion Conclusion
Droid Invasion Day After

“Good Idea there Champ.” So I was running out of ideas. I was on my last bit, and several people have asked, “What happened to Erifia Hating Aayla?” She still does, I promise. Occasionally I will poke fun at her, but how long can you grind one topic into ground before it is dead, right?

So, I was relaxing in my home, and I realized, going to school to be a teacher, I never really did Erifia when she was younger. It was my saving Grace, Padawan Erifia was born. As you noticed that little tri’lek girl has taken over. I am going to start using Padawan Erifia to enhance Erifia, why Erifia is the way she is, in a flashback style set of entries, like the most recent has been.

My original plan was to end this blog and start one in the rebellion era whenever I reached post 200, but I like how this is all working out right now.

If you’ll notice, I finally got my own Blogger Profile, to make posts such as this, and not make cheap short posts then add on my Blogger Dedications at the end of them. But if you look over yonder, Down beneath my blog roll, in my contributors section, you’ll see Leuba Sapphire.

Leuba Sapphire, and I need to thank Dante Typho’s Author and Dante Typho for this one, is one of Erifia’s Aliases. Why would I do that? You ask. Because Whenever I post as Leuba Sapphire, it will be Rebellion Era Erifia, or New Jedi Order Erifia, depending on which you prefer and what Era I am writing it.

So, you ask, What about Darth Inferna? Why don’t you ever post as Darth Inferna? Because I haven’t had to yet. Who knows, the Jedi always walk the line between the light side and the Dark side, soon it will happen again…

That leaves Tatooine and Becca, and you know about them… So, rather than try to expect you to mean what all that Jibberish is, I will make it simple.

Erifia Apoc (Jedi Knight, Republic Spy, Jedi Master) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 21-26

Padawan Erifia (Padawan) – The Beginning of the CIS [The Phantom Menace], Age 6-20 {Usually around 8-13}

Leuba Sapphire (Rebellion Spy, Rebellion Sniper, Jedi in Hiding) – The Rebellion and the New Jedi Order [A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi + Extended], Age 27-45

Darth Inferna (Sith Lady) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 23-26

Becca the Magnificant (Sidekick) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 18-21

Tatooine the Tauntaun (Sidekick) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 0-4

Erifia’s Author (duh) – Millennial Generation, [Somewhere between Indiana Jones Trilogy and Lord of the Rings Trilogy] Age, 20

The Orange Palps (Emperor) - Era of the Republic, The Rebellion [Phantom Menace to Return of the Jedi], Age Really Freakin Old.

Gerith Gwin (Erifia's Master) - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace] Age: Dead people have no age.

Aayla Secura (Stupid Dumb Face/Jedi) - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace through Revenge of the Sith] Age Around 25.

Wookie Psychiatrist - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace to Revenge of the Sith], Age 567.

I hope this has been helpful for you. Especially if you are an avid reader of my blog.

I would also like to take this time, to Thank Everyone who is contained on my Blogroll, with special thanks going to Darth Nepharia’s Author, Dante Typho’s Author, and Jardena Oneida’s Author.

I would like to personally thank Dark Jedi Kriss’ Author for talking with me often, and Barriss Offee’s Author.

I would like to thank the Real Rebecca who was my inspiration for the character Becca the Magnificant.

And I would also like to thank Billdo Haggus’ Author for reading from Post one, and putting up with how poor it was starting out.

Anyone who I have forgotten; Be sure to yell at me about it, okay?

Thanks for listening.

-The Author

Femme-Bots and Guns (Conclusion)

2006-11-28T09:50:00.000-05:00

Three shots; I had done more with one. But the training range when I was a child, and this open square were two different things. I didn’t have mirrors. I only had three shots left. And I was not going to pick… I got it!

I lifted the GAR Mini-gun with the force, and I moved it slowly towards another building. Once it was there, I set it aimed at the patrol. I got my sniper rifle ready, and I used the force to pull the trigger of the mini-gun.

There was a volley unleashed, and all of the droids who were waiting rushed out, and began to fire at the rooftop the mini-gun was at. I saw the Droid Commander. I noticed he had six subordinates with him.

I aimed at his CPU, and I pulled the trigger, and he dropped to the ground. The two droids with slicers quickly covered him, and I used my remaining two shots to tear into them. And there were four left. My position having been given away, I had no choice but to lay down hidden from their blasters.

I concentrated, and pulled the trigger again of the GAR Mini-gun. It fired and they were confused, and they started firing at it again. I held up my pistol, and I shot at one in his CPU.

He dropped to the ground, and they began to fire at me again. It kind of made me wonder… I pulled the trigger of the mini-gun again, and they started firing at it. I lifted the pistol, and took out another.

Surely, they would not fall for that again. But I tried anyway, repeated the process, and I noticed all the droids were toast. I grabbed my sniper rifle off of the roof, and I dropped down to street level, and I looked outwards for more droid patrols, this was the only one.

I walked over to them, and I grabbed the subordinates’ blasters and I tossed them away. I then went to take the Droid Commander’s Bulldog (An automatic [rapid fire] rocket launcher). And he rose, and held it point blank at me.

“The Ruse seems to have worked,” he said.

“Looks like you got me, what are you going to do with me?”

“Kill You.”

He clicked the bull-dog’s trigger, and I jumped to the side, and the rocket went past me into a store front. I landed with a thud, and I quickly grabbed my pistol and unleashed several shots into his main firing arm. I kicked the bulldog to the ground, and I grabbed it. It had about five shots left, and I fired all five of them at him, and I force ran out of there.

All that I know, was the explosion (even after I had ran some distance) knocked me to the ground. I stood from the ground, I had scraped up my legs, arms, and palms, and probably my cheek some, I hurt all over.

I walked up to the poor clone, I had knocked unconscious, and I handed him his blaster pistol back. The poor guy was so confused her could only speak in mumbles.

“Thanks,” I said, “Maybe next time you could help?”

If you’ll excuse me, I am going to go find Becca and doc her a weeks pay,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Padawan Erifia [Topic - Huh?]

2006-11-26T16:22:00.000-05:00

I was shocked when I found out who was teaching me. It was the commander of this base. I had to impress him. If he would write good letters, than I would be able to be a good GAR soldier. I couldn’t get booted out of the GAR too.

Major-Commander Graft, I was to refer to him as Sir, or Major. He took me to a special range, and I was to shoot ten targets in twenty seconds. Two seconds for each target. Anything less then a head shot would be worthless.

I noticed their distance, and he said, “Go!” I took aim at the first, and then he started screaming and firing an archaic gun that made loud booms. And I fumbled on the first shot. He withdrew a long piece of leather and struck my hand.

I winced in pain, and went to rub my hand but he raised his hand to strike mine again. I didn’t do it, and I went back to the gun.

“Go!” I did it again and he kept making noise, and yelling and screaming, and fired. I missed five of them. He slapped my other hand with the leather. I winced again.

“Private Apoc!” He yelled, “You are failing!” I sucked it up. I aimed the gun.

“Go!” I fired all ten shots. I felt a gust of air, and I had hit all of them in the head. He took a small vial of bacta and rubbed it on one hand. “Again!” he screamed, and I quickly fired, hoping to the force I had hit them all. He applied Bacta to my other hand.

“Do you understand the stakes?!” He screamed at me, “Good! Then do it until seventeen hundred hours, and report for dinner. He sat down on a chair, and waited for me to fire again. I did, and did so without hesitation or pause as he screamed and yelled.

I hit them all and he used the balm on my other hand. We ended at seventeen hundred, and I ate my dinner; We did war games again. Then to bed.

The next day Major-Commander Graft made me begin to practice using the weaknesses of the weapon and making it into a strength. He had heard how I used reflection to ‘kill two people’ so he set up a series of mirrors. One of the mirrors would lead to the kill shot of the droid.

I had thirty seconds to find it. I looked, and I looked, and shot at the droid itself. He hit a button and slapped my hand, “Now, that’s blast shield. You’re down to fifteen seconds, think.

I looked, I had to be a good soldier, I had to be a good soldier, or else I would be a slave girl. I didn’t want to be a slave. I shot at the first mirror I had an inclination about. The beam bounced, from mirror to mirror until finally, I felt the soft soothing bacta on my hurt hand.

“Private Apoc! Do it again!” The mirrors all moved. There had to be a method other than luck. I looked closely, I saw very faintly the head of the droid, and I shot the mirror, and the beam bounced and struck the droid.

He hit the button and the mirrors moved, “Again, Private Apoc!” He continued my training through repetition for the rest of the day, and well past dinner. Well into the night. He then told me after the hours and hours of practicing, “Private Apoc; Tomorrow you’ll not have to run the mile or do the pushups; You are to report here at thirteen hundred hours.”

I went to bed, and I woke with the men, and I ran the mile, and did the pushups anyway. I had to show him I would make a good soldier. After I was done I reported to him. There was a forest holo-area.

“Private Apoc; Anything that is in there will hurt you. There will be no Bacta for you. You’re only item will be that gun. Your object is to survive.”

“Yessir, if it is your wish.” He nodded. I loaded my sniper rifle, and entered. It was a nighttime area. It looked to be one of the great forest worlds. I leaned against a tree. I didn’t understand what he wanted. So I decided the object would be to get through it.

As I walked, I heard sounds all about me, and I ran to the closest shadow, and hid. A patrol of droids walked by. What would I be doing fighting droids? Droids are programmed to help people.

How could one fight droids? I had read once that their CPU was contained in their heads. So a headshot would kill them like a normal human. I clicked my gun and they all turned, and unleashed a volley of beams towards me. One hit my shoulder and I dropped to the ground. My whole left side felt numb. I grit my teeth and picked up my gun, and fired, I had to do it without thinking, without aiming. I had no time for either.

In the end, they were all disabled, and there were thermal detonators on them. I picked them up and pocketed them as I rushed down the path. I activated one. I had ten seconds to get rid of it. I heard shots being fired. That’s what I was hoping for.

I threw it, and then ran the opposite way. When the detonator went off it was like a small nuclear explosion. My body began to react to these things awkwardly. It responded in the way it should have. It automatically took care of doing the thinking for me.

I was trained some with sabers, but I didn’t understand, why was my body reacting to these situations so? The explosion caused many droids to react to it, and they rolled towards it, once they had surrounded it, I threw another thermal into them.

They had to have some problem processing the danger because they looked at it, trying to analyze it. As they did it exploded taking them with it. The holo shut off.

“Thank you Padawan,” Major-Commander said, “When Gerith Gwin dropped you here, I was hesitant. He said you were a brilliant scholar and very logical, but I never imagined you’d become a good soldier. And in your absence from the temple the group known simply as the CIS has been raising in power with their Droid Armies. Today you just found a weakness we can use until these droids are reprogrammed. They don’t know how to respond to their own weapons being used against them. That will change soon, but… Still it’s a weakness.”

I was confused and taken back, “I’m a Private in the GAR. I’m not a Padawan anymore.”

“That’s what you master wanted you to think. So that way you would work your hardest. Which you did. He will be picking you up tonight.”

“But…”

“Well done Padawan. You’ve impressed me, and earned the respect of those soldiers. One day you’ll become a Jedi Knight, and you’ll earn the respect of your men, and they will follow you.”

“What are your final orders sir?”

“To say goodbye, collect your things, and keep anything that was given to you.”

“Yes sir!” I saluted. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with the men who I learned to love. Who I respected.

If you’ll excuse me… I have to go say goodbye…

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Padawan Erifia [Topic: Aiming]

2006-11-24T17:47:00.000-05:00

“Private Apoc! Take your time and Aim, but do it quickly!” How could I possibly do that? I was looking out at the target range. There were several target droids all of them moving.

It was the start of week three. Having to carry this gun everywhere with me, strengthen my arms and my legs because as we did pushups and ran those many miles we had to do it with the guns on our shoulders.

I held the gun up, and I aimed, and I pulled the trigger, swung right, pulled the trigger, and pushed upward and pulled the trigger again. I heard three beeps, and felt a gust of wind and the targets came back.

“Private Apoc!” I nodded meekly, “Yessir?” He spoke again, “You hit all three of them in the heads. How did you do that private?!” I shook my head no. “Speak up!” I said loudly, “I don’t know Sir, I hate guns!”

“Dismissed. Remember to clean that gun and replace its power cell with this!” He handed me a new power cell but this one was glowing orange instead of the blue one in my gun. I saluted and left the range. When I arrived back at barracks, all of the men in my company were changing powercells out.

“Hey Tri’lek. You hear what we are doing tonight, right?” It was my friend, the one he had saved, I didn’t know his name, so I called him ‘Deadweight’ which was a suggestion from the other men, “No Deadweight, should I have?” “Yessum, young lady. War games.”

I didn’t know what that meant, was war supposed to be a game? Was it a holo-game like Obi-Wan plays back at the temple? Was it a board game of some sort? Or a card game? I did as Drill Sergeant Ordered, I cleaned my gun, and replaced the power-cell.

I laid down and took a nap. It was nice not having to do anything after range practice. I was awoken by Deadweight who handed me a vest and a helmet.

“Put these on,” he said, “And lets go.”

I put them on over the clothes I was wearing and I exited my little cubby. We were all taken outside of the shield and into the forests. The whole area was marked. No-one said a word as we walked there. The Drill sergeant finally spoke, “Men, this is a two mile by two mile battlefield, you will be fighting against your other two companies. When you shoot them with these guns it will hurt, but it will not cause lasting harm. The vests are to protect vital organs, and they will vibrate and shut off your gun when you are considered dead. You will be commanded by Private Jerin here. You have six minutes to develop a battle plan.”

Drill sergeant left, and all that remained was us. Private Jerin’s first orders were this, “Tri’lek, go hide somewhere where no-one can see you, and wait for anyone wearing black or brown vests to walk by. Shoot their head, but don’t reveal your location.”

I nodded. I rushed off into the forest. I found a tree, it was somewhat hallow on the inside of a fork of its branches and I cradled into there. It was warm and I waited. Darkness was falling, and my eyes adjusted immediately. I could see as clearly as if it was day.

I felt that this was the point in which they could tell if I was going to be a good soldier or not. I had to do well. The temple wouldn’t accept me, I had to do it here. As I sat there in silence, I thought about Master Gerith Gwin. I missed him. He was my father.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek. I saw through the tear and I looked out. There was a ground of about four men. I looked. The soft moonlight glowed and I saw a reflection the light off of their helmets.

My master’s lightsaber was a enhancement of light. Were not blasters too? I held steady, they were moving at a rapid pace, and just as the moon’s light became the brightest in my scope, I fire, and it hit both of their heads. I heard loud beeps and vibration, and I laid my gun on the tree, and I curled into my cubby.

“A sniper? Where is she?!” They began to search. I couldn’t move, not just yet. That’s when a group of five men from the other company came down over the rolling hill, and the two men (minus the two I put out) who were scouts were mowed down by their gunfire, but not before they killed three of them. I moved, and aimed. I fired twice. Both struck them, and they dropped to the ground.

I curled into my spot again. It took while before I heard shots fired, and rays were going everywhere, everyway, and everyplace. I was told to stay. I couldn’t move. I watched as my company ran over the hill, they were retreating? The group chasing them had a GAR Mini-gun. The blasts were unrelentless.

I aimed, and I fired, one, two, three, four, five. Reload. Six, seven, eight, nine and ten. Each shot landed, and my company turned, and charged into it. I climbed down from the tree, and I walked forward, I walked to the soldier who had the GAR Mini-Gun. I reached down, and spoke softly, “I’ll give this back after the battle.”

I strapped my sniper rifle on my back, and I held his Mini-gun in my hand. I grabbed his side arm too. It was a small blaster rifle. I chased after my company. The last rival company was coming through the woods, and our company sat in quiet ambush. When the majority of their troops were in between us, without order, I unleased fire from the mini-gun. I wasn’t aiming. That’s not how you use that gun.

I turned rotated, and the men on the other end starting screaming, “They’ve got a Mini-Gun!” Finally the powercell died, and I dropped it, and withdrew the blaster pistol and fell back to the tree line. My chest was rising up and down with adrenaline rush.

I had never felt like this before. I decided to sit still and calm myself further. I would make mistakes in battle if I allowed this outburst to get the best of me. Private Jerin, walked over to me, “Good job tri’lek. Get back to your hiding spot, there has to be more of them.”

I did as ordered, I climbed the tree, and sat down in my cubby. I withdrew the pistol. It was uncomfortable to be strapped at my side. I heard screams and heavy fire. I sat still. Over the hill came something I didn’t expect to see.

It was a rancor. Or at least, a rancor robot. It had suffered little damage. I was scared my company had been hurt. I hoped they weren’t. I looked at it, it was a droid. But there was a cockpit. Someone was operating that thing.

I looked for apparent weaknesses in structure. None. I looked for a way to shoot through the cockpit. None. There were targets on it, or at least receptors. But I didn’t want to treat it as though it was the animal. It wasn’t.

I slowly climbed out of my tree. I strapped the blaster at my side, and the sniper on my back, and I held low to the ground as I went across the field. I melded into the shadows as Master Gerith called it.

I arrived behind the monstrosity. I saw an entrance to it. I shot the latch with my sniper rifle, it made no sound generally. I opened the door, and climbed in silently. I climbed up the ladder. At the top of it, I noticed there was a man operating it. He wasn’t wearing the protective armor and helmet. I held the blaster to the back of his head.

He stood with his arms in the air, “Miss Apoc,” the older man who was smoking the cigar supplied, “Gerith Gwin warned me about you. He said you’re too logical. I didn’t figure anyone would do this. You’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

“I mean no disrespect sir. I am just reacting how I would as a Soldier of the Galactic Republic sir. I am going to need to commandeer your rancor, sir,” I added meekly and softly.

“Well done, it’s yours,” he climbed down the ladder. I began to operate the monstrosity. It projected force fields around the claws, that caused no harm to the solider, and when they were eaten, they fell in a tub of foam. It was a clever training device.

I walked down the road, and found part of Company A in a blaster fight with my company. I swung my claws at Company A, and I stopped, and shut down the robot, and climbed out the back of it. When I exited, my company saw me, and began to laugh.

“We figured you’d take it out, tri’lek, just not like that.” They all came up and started slapping me on the back. Why do men have to hurt people to show their affection?

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a mile run in the morning, and more intensive training with my weapon tomorrow,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Padawan Erifia [Topic - Don't shoot me.]

2006-11-22T00:05:00.000-05:00

At the end of the first week, I somehow, a young girl, had been accepted among them. There was no question as to whether I was one of them or not. I didn’t understand. I hadn’t done anything to earn their respect.

I went to bed early every night, and woke up in the same fashion every morning. The runs in the morning started to seem like nothing. The pushups after the runs seemed like nothing.

I woke in the morning; it marked one week since the first day I had arrived. In the morning at reveille they took us into the weapon training building. One by one we were separated and there were shots fired, I was terrified at first, but when the soldier exited with a gun I wasn’t as scared.

I waited for my turn, and I entered. They handed me a blaster pistol. There were many, many other guns, but they handed me that one. I looked down range, there was a droid. It was marked with red where would be the most effective place to kill a person.

I took my time and I aimed at its head, it took me thirty seconds, but finally I fired. Its head exploded. The drill sergeant looked at me, and said, “Private Apoc; That was a hard shot to do, how often have you shot a blaster?”

“Never before sir. I don’t like guns.” He was taken back by my comment, and I nodded so he would know I meant it. He walked around, and he withdrew a very long rifle. He handed it to me.

“This is a GAR Sniper Rifle DLT-19 Modified Heavy Blaster Rifle. Modified so that it’s a sniper rifle permanently. Enhanced with the most advanced technology, it can fire a shot that has potency up to three miles.” When he handed it to me it was much lighter than I imagined. I held it up. My aim shook, but I took a deep breath, and it steadied the rifle. I looked, I couldn’t even see the target. I looked through the scope; even within in the scope it looked small.

I could make out two things, the tiny head, and the chest. I aimed, taking my time. I paused, and squeezed the trigger, as the blast went out it kicked and knocked me onto the ground. I looked down; scared I had done something wrong. I heard beeping, and then a push of air.

“Private Apoc,” he said firmly. I rose, there was scolding in his voice, “You hit him in the nose.” I looked up to him, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t apologize to me Private!” I nodded, “Yessir.” He pointed to the door, “Dismissed Private, report to your company!”

I exited the room, and the men in my company laughed at me? Maybe. “Hey Tri’lek girl, that gun must be intimidated, it’s never been manhandled by something smaller than it.”

The men laughed and nudged me.

I shrunk in on myself. I don’t get it, why were they laughing at me, and showing affection by elbowing me in the side?

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a thirteen mile run and hundreds of pushups,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Padawan Erifia [Topic - Please; I'm just a little girl.]

2006-11-20T06:34:00.000-05:00

When I first entered the barracks, I noticed it smelled of sweat and BO. I was a girl, why was I rooming with men? There were many of them all around, and at the end of the barracks there was a freshly built wall made of dark black plastic. I opened the door, and found it was my own room, and it had a lock inside of it for me. There was also Republic issue army clothes. Two switches of clothes.

I switched into them, and I opened my door. All the men stared at me. I looked down from them, and opened the door again. I laid on my bed and cried silently. I fell asleep, and early in the morning I was awoken by the Bugle Droid. I stood, and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I exited the room, and the entire company was having a hard time waking.

I walked outside, and I stood at attention. The Drill Sergeant passed me by, walked into the barracks and there was lots of yelling. I waited with my head down as the rest of the company filed out behind me. The stood in line with me. I looked towards the other two companies, there was company A and C, and both were all men too.

Our first task was a thirteen mile run. If we dropped during the run, then we had to be carried by our company, and that increased the difficulty of the task and if we were first we would get shower passes, if not then we went without cleaning.

We stood in order, and the run began. The first two miles were okay; but as it got further on I got more and more tired. But I wasn’t going to stop. And I couldn’t force run, because if they knew I had been trained as a Jedi they would all hate me for sure. The man next to me collapsed, and the other men kept moving.

“We need to get him,” I said softly. The others ignored me. I grabbed him, my legs felt weak, and my muscles ached from just picking him up. I began to walk. I couldn’t run, I had to walk. My legs felt like they were going to give out. I kept walking.

There so many more miles. So many more; I couldn’t walk them all with his weight. I saw another man had fallen. He wasn’t even in my company, his hat was different. I looked at him, as he wheezed on the ground. I laid the one on my shoulder down on the ground, and I grabbed the other by the arm. I then grabbed the other by his shirt collar. I pulled them by walking backwards.

My muscles burnt. I pulled on them I wasn’t getting far at all. I kept pulling and pulling, and it seemed that I wasn’t moving them anywhere. Had our companies just not noticed the men dropping? I pulled, and I tugged. My muscles began to give up. I forced them into continuing I had to be a good soldier. I could never go back to being a Jedi now. I marked a rock far ahead of me, and I pulled them past it.

I marked another rock, and I pulled them past it. I marked another one. I pulled them past it. I marked another one, and I pulled them past it. I tripped. There was another man. From the last company; I set him on top of the other two, and I pulled. It was too much weight.

I pulled. I pulled and I pulled. I finally fell from fatigue. My hands raw, and my legs feeling of rubber. I grabbed them and on the ground I pulled. Getting little further. I sat for a moment, and my muscles began to tense. I couldn’t do this… I cried… I didn’t belong here, I didn’t belong in the temple, where did I belong?

I stood and I kept pulling. I was so tired. My body ached so bad. I pulled harder and harder, and I marked a stone. I pulled further and further.

I pulled further and further. More and more. Finally I collapsed. I began to cry. Pain filled my body. It burnt, my lungs, my legs, my arms. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was the first man who fell, the second too was standing.

“Come on tri’lek,” the name stung, but he had said it so kindly to me. I didn’t think he meant any insult by it. The second man spoke too, “Let’s go. We can make it to the end.” The last man shook, and he looked at them with me, “You dragged me, didn’t you?”

I nodded. He responded with, “Then let’s get you to the end.” He stood, and we began to run. It was so much easier without them, but I was so tired from having dragged them. I started to wobble and my legs gave out, and I hit the hard down with my cheek, or I would have except they caught me by the arms, and all three of them carried me as they ran. Once I got my strength back. I stood and ran. I was doing it, and I forced my muscles to work, and I saw the end, the platoons were standing at attention as the drill sergeants yelled at them.

I ran as hard as I could without force running. Before we got to the end line, the men stopped and let me cross first, why? Didn’t they want the shower tokens? I didn’t understand. Once I arrived across the finish line, my body gave out, and I fainted.

If you’ll excuse me, I am going to be so sore in the morning,

Sweaty and Dirty Hugs,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Padawan Erifia [Topic - I don't like what's going on here.]

2006-11-18T00:02:00.000-05:00

Master Gerith and I were taking a fieldtrip to a GAR training facility. He called in a favor. He didn’t tell me anything about it. I was hesitant. I had heard horror stories of what the GAR soldiers went through.

They had to go through extreme muscle training and they had to run dozens of miles a day. I’m not very athletic at all. I know how to fight, but I can’t run or anything like that. Master Gerith had focused more on my saber fighting then he had on the rigorous physical training of the other padawans.

“I don’t understand,” I spoke softly, “Why are you taking me to a GAR training facility Master?”

“Erifia,” He scolded with his voice, and I took a step back away from him.

“Sorry for questioning your wisdom master.”

He lead me to a base. The base was surrounded by shields, and the only entrance was guarded by several GAR guards. My master walked up to them, and he showed them a card, and they moved aside.

They were big men, and they scared me. I gently crossed the threshold. The buildings were large like Coruscant’s and it frightened me. I don’t like tall buildings. I feel so small and so helpless around them. My master walked me up to a large building.

He opened the door but did not enter, “Master!” I said, “Please come in with me. I can’t go in alone.” I looked down from him when I asked him to do that. He spoke, “Erifia. You need to do this alone.”

I walked inside the doors, and there was a woman at the desk, she looked at me, and hit a button, and there was a loud buzz. I jumped at the sound of it. The door opened, and she spoke in nasally tones, “Go in there Honey.”

I walked into the room, and it was layered with smoke, and smells I didn’t like. It was dark, and all that could be seen was a smoldering cigar in the ash tray.

“Sit down,” He spoke in harsh loud tones, and I pulled myself into the large chair. I sat down and shifted uncomfortably and I buttoned my jacket, “You Gerith Gwin’s daughter, right?” Daughter?

I couldn’t correct his mistake, “Yes,” I said meekly. He turned in the chair and looked at me, “You’re enrolled.”

I’m not enrolled! “No sir, I’m not. I… No…” He raised his eyebrow, “Did your father not tell you?” “No sir.”

“You’ll be going through GAR Soldier Training. It will be a month of heavy work.” I looked down from him. He said, “Go to Barracks B; Get some sleep, there will be a lot of work.”

I stepped out of the room so I was always facing him, and then I ran outside and leapt for Master Gerith who wasn’t there. He had left me? Why? What had I done? I sat down against the wall and began to cry.

He enrolled me in the GAR army. I must have been kicked from the temple… I don’t even know what I did… I forced back my tears, and sucked it in, if I wasn’t going to be a Jedi, then I was going to be the best soldier I could be.

If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go to the barracks,

No hugs and no kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Femme-bots and guns.

2006-11-16T12:02:00.000-05:00

“Look Becca, It’s really not that big of a deal, so if you did something big for me, I am going to dock your pay a week, okay?”

“I don’t know,” she responded, “Why would you do that?”

“It is just a show of my displeasure. I mean, I wouldn’t even really count it as 150, I’d more count it as like, 145. Because there are some entries that just don’t cut up to be posts.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… I brought you here to…”

With that my wonderful sidekick peeled off her skin and was a droid underneath. I have to say, I was a little confused, and I reached for my lightsabers. They weren’t there?

The droid began to fire at me, using a GAR Autofire Mini-gun. Now, Not only was I really confused, I was very confused. I leapt backwards, and I landed with a thump upon some poor clone, and I grabbed his blaster pistol.

I stood, holding it steady, and then the blaster bolts flew by me. I ducked, rolled, and stood behind a tree. It wouldn’t give me much cover as it stands. But I needed some. I held it steady, and got him in my crosshairs, and then a detonator was thrown.

I leapt up from tree, and splinter shards went everywhere. A couple caught my leg, threw my force jump off, and I went tumbling in air to the ground. I hit the ground with a thump, and the droid laughed.

What kind of a droid was this?

I held the blaster-pistol steady, I had one chance. Chest, neck, head, central computer processing unit (where the brain should be). I squeezed the trigger, and the unit went down. I ran up to it.

This was good, right? I checked it out. It was a GAR Battle Droid. Why was the GAR sending droids after me? I knelt down, and ripped off the mini-gun. A sniper-beam went right underneath my chin.

I turned to where it was coming from. There was a CIS sniper. Somehow, I honestly don’t see a GAR droid and a CIS droid working together without foul play. I force leapt into the air and another bolt went by me. I shouldered the large mini-gun and unleashed a volley of shots; I didn’t get a chance to aim, and the by luck, one of the splatter hit his eye scopes, and sent him to the ground. I landed on top of him, and dropped the mini-gun on top of his head.

It splattered; or the droid equivalent about splattered. I’m far too busy with these droids to think of good words. I strapped the blaster pistol on my lekku. I grabbed the sniper’s gun. I have to say, I drooled. It was top of the line. I kissed it.

“Hey baby,” I whispered, “Come to mama.”

I waited, on the roof-top, watching the remains of the droid I had killed. Eventually either the GAR or the CIS would come and pick him up. Depending on which one was my enemy. It was a CIS Super Battle Droid.

I held my sniper (That’s right, MY!) rifle even with his CPU. He called for several of his patrol, and they all stood around the GAR droid. I released the first silent shot, and it caused the original to drop to his knees.

They didn’t know where it came from, but they knew it came, and they all held their guns ready looking around. I slowly moved my sights to a mirror in a window. I waited, they began to move around, and I saw one in the mirror. I fired, and the bolt did as I wanted it to, it reflected and made it look like it was coming from the shop.

It missed my target, but that’s okay. I unleashed a shot, and then pulled and I shot the second. The last one standing there, knew where I was, and I quickly charged the cartridge, and fired before he got a chance to shoot.

A droid wielding a cutter ran towards the group. A decoy. No-one knew where I was so they sent in a distraction… I brought my gun to look at where he was coming from. There was a CIS Command Unit over there. But he was protected, and any shot I did on him, would only alert him and whoever else was with him to my position; I also looked at the shots left on the gun, there were three.

The droid that owned this before, wasn’t good at sniping.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to figure a way out of this one,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

-- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Hello Everyone, Erifia’s Author here.

As you know I do a blogger dedication every week, and this week is no exception. But the show times, which are normally Thursday from 2 to 4, are now, for one week only, going to be from 2 to 6. That’s right, my co-host isn’t here so I have the reigns all day.

This weeks’ blogger dedication is…

Jaba! I am going to be playing the song somewhere around 3 est. And I will explain something before you all get hung up on the song. I needed something that sounded country, and could be applied to the Star Wars Universe. So whenever it says anything about anything in the skies, change that to ships. And the character of the song on the ground is on a turret.

Thanks everyone… Get the live feed here =

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-Erifia’s Author

Guest Poster - Tatooine the Tauntaun [Topic - Mr. Haggus' and Rizzo]

2006-11-14T11:32:00.000-05:00

Mommy was sitting in the pretty room, with all the lights and screens, and it rang, and a funny little man was on it.

(Does Mr. Haggus see it the same way I do? Click his picture.)

“Erifia here, I see you got my message Mr. Haggus,” Mommy said.

“Hello Erifia! Hope your doing well, I got your message and just thought I’d let you Know I want a day out with Tatooine. I think that would be most fun!”

“You going to take care of my baby? Or will I have to saber you?” Mommy said to him, was she being mean? The funny little man wanted to give me gifts.

“Of course I’ll take care of him, then again he’s almost twice my size, he might end up taking care of me,’ the funny little man said.

“Mommy! Mommy! Will he play with me will he play with me?!” I yelled.

Mommy turned to me, and smiled, “Mr. Haggus won a day with you in a contest.”

“Mommy! Mommy! He has a funny last name!”

“That’s right Tatooine,” he said, “I’d like to take you to Chucky Rizzo’s for a day. We can play all sorts of games.”

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” I started yelling.

“Yes, Tatooine, that sounds like a lot of fun,” Mommy said, “When will you pick him up, Mr. Haggus?” Mommy said.

“How’s noon tomorrow?” He said, “That gives us plenty of time to play all the games and still get him home for bedtime.”

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Did you hear, did you hear?! But tomorrow is a long time away!” I yelled.

“Tatooine, honey, its okay, its sooner than you think. Its about eight now, if you go to sleep, the morning will come really fast,” mommy said to me, “Okay,” mommy said to the phone, “I will see you then.”

I woke in the morning, and I began to hop around, Mommy was already up, and she had made me a bowl of tatooine flakes. I ate them quickly, and she made me get a bath. I kept trying to fight, I hate water!

When I was soaked, I felt cold and hairless, and I was really, really cold. Then she shampooed my fur, and I smelled all clean. I sneezed. Lilacs! Its so girly!

She tried me off, and put back on my translator, and handed me my clean bubble-bub-kin, which she tied around my neck.

He knocked on the door, and I rushed out of it, and I jumped on him, and licked his face.

“You take care of my baby Mr. Haggus, or you’ll get it.”

“Yes mam,” he said.

I began to jump and down, and he took me into his ship, and I sat on the seat, my tail flapping up and down. I began to bounce around, it was taking too long to get there.

“Are we there yet?!” I yelled, “Its taking tooooo long!”

“Almost, “ he said, “It’ll be soon.”

Once we landed, I saw the big rat, and he opened the door, and he put a leash on me, I ran towards the doors, and pushed him through them.

The man at the door, asked us for the money, and he paid, and he said, “Is the animal sentient?” Sentient? What’s that mean?

“What’s that mean mister?!”

“Not to seem rude, but this animal probably has more cranial capacity then you do. He is quite sentient. He can even tell you himself,” the guy took the money, and he handed us golden coins, we walked to the middle of the arcade, and I looked around, there were sooo many buttons.

“So what do you want to play first?” he asked me, “Mr Haggus!” I yelled as I ran towards the giant pit of balls, and leapt into it, becoming buried by it.

Mr. Haggus and I, played hide and seek in the ball pit, and I used my tail like a snake would and I swam through the balls avoiding him when he was it. It was so much fun! I wanted Mommy to be here too for fun!

Afterwards I was hungry… I wanted food. Mommy always fed me at this time.

“How about pizza?!” He asked, and I jumped up and down, he ordered the largest pizza and I began to eat the pizza. I didn’t eat it all, I left him some. I began to jump up and down as I ran towards the slides, and the arcade.

I think, Mr. Haggus, said, “What’s next?” But I was already gone. We played all over the place, and we did dancing, and we did buttons and we did balls and we did food… we did everything

Then the mean man called over the intercom and said, “Chuckie Rizzo’s is closing now.”

I drooped and was sad. He grabbed my leash, and pulled me over towards the exit… I was sad. Mr. Haggus, was a nice man.

We went home, and stopped at McDooku’s on the way home, he bought me a Happy Ewok Meal! I was so excited. I got a toy, it was my mommy, an action figure of my mommy.

Once we got home, Mommy met us outside and I ran to her and jumped on her. She hugged me tightly, “You’re five minutes late,” Mommy said to Mr. Haggus, “Would you like money for the day?” she asked him.

“No, it was fun, its nice to get out and be a kid again.”

I ran inside, and Mr. Haggus, sat down with my Mommy and they talked about stuff, and I fellt sleep laying on my mommy’s lap.

If scuse me,
-Me!

Ps. I can count to 25! 25! Can you believe it!

My Author is Pushy

2006-11-09T00:49:00.000-05:00

Erifia won't be joining us today... At least not right now.

ERIFIA: Hey! Hey! Stop it! This is my blog!

So, anyway, Erifia won't be-

ERIFIA: HEY! Look here, you pushy, inconsiderate, pushy man... What do you think you are doing?

Plugging my Radio Show of Course.

ERIFIA: Selfish! Selfish!

Not like that, it's my Blogger Dedication, and this week its special.

ERIFIA: Why?

Because, without this guy, you wouldn't exist.

ERIFIA: Oh... I know who it is. I'll be good.

So, I want to make a big deal out of this blogger dedication, and this one is very special, because without this person I wouldn't have a blog, and Erifia wouldn't exist. As he has been an inspiration to many bloggers whose sole reason for starting was so they could someday come even close to the greatness that is his blog, I am dedicating this to Master Yoda.

Of all the figures in the blogging world, especially the Star Wars side, Master Yoda is sacred. No one can even come close. We all may use some ideas he has used on our blogs, it is solely because all of our blogs somehow were affected by him.

I remember myself; (and he was just leaving as I was starting and it made me very sad) waiting for him to do another "Force wedgie all the jedi, I did, Yes." So that way I could have Erifia react to it. Good times, good times.

He's appeared three times on Erifia's blog to date. The first was when he was leaving, and Erifia's Reaction found Here.

In a flashback post about why Erifia hates Aayla, he appeared as a wise mentor. Find it by clicking Here.

After my brother saw me, and I was very sad and depressed, and he made me smile by using a Yoda Pez Dispenser; The post corresponding I made for Erifia can be found by clicking the picture.

The most recent time he appeared, he played a comedic roll in a very dramatic and serious situation. Somehow, after everything, I (the author) came to the point where I needed to turn Erifia into a Master. So, who better than to give her the title than Master Yoda? Click Here.

Okay, now the history lesson is over, let's get to it. I only, honestly have one choice I can do for Yoda, however, I have decided to play two songs. And knowing how busy Master Yoda's Author is, I know he won't get to listen so I will post them here.

Yoda - Weird Al Yankovich

and

Yoda's Clever Advice - Unknown

To get to Yoda's Blog, if you do not have the link, click the picture below.

I thought that picture was fitting.

To listen to my Radio Show, tune in on Thursday (today) November 9, 2006, at 2-6 EST. Blogger Dedications go out roughly at 3:00.

Get the live feed here.

http://wcal.cup.edu/live.mov

Okay, Thats it. I'm done.

ERIFIA: If you'll excuse me, I've got to listen to my Author's Radio Show today,

Hugs and Kisses for Master Yoda,
Erifia Apoc

Guest Poster - Young Erifia [Topic - When I was young; Part 3]

2006-11-08T00:31:00.000-05:00

I wasn’t ready, but I went back anyway, in my small room, he helped me unpack my things and he sat down on my chair, and I sat down on my bed.

“You did very well at capture the flag tonight.”

“Thank you, I try to do good, but Aayla usually stops me.”

“You know why she stops you and no-one else can?” he asked.

“No, I wish I did,” I said to him looking at him, hoping he could tell me.

“Because, she can see you,” he said.

“How?”

He chuckled softly, “Erifia, you can see in the dark well, can’t you?” I nodded to him, “She’s a twi’lek too, honey.”

I thought for a second, I knew how to stop her from seeing me. Whenever I see a bright light, after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I can’t see straight.

“You’re thinking,” he said.

“Yes, so?” I asked him.

“Erifia, I know where I am going to begin training you, I will request Master Yoda overload your classes so you can start training with me when you are twelve.”

“Overload?” I asked him.

“Yes, I am going to load your classes heavy, so you’ll only need to take one a year, and I’ll make them something simple… Something you don’t need to be in class to pass. Okay?”

“Yessir. If you want it to be that way.”

“Yes, I do. I want you to want to do this though.”

“What will my training begin with sir?”

“Heavy Lightsaber Combat and Heavy Stealth. Honey, you’ll be one of the first Jedi Spies.”

I looked at him confused, “I don’t understand.”

“Erifia, you are a natural, you’ll be basically playing capture the flag for the rest of your life.”

I smiled, “Will there be many Aaylas?”

“No, not when I get through with you. No-one will be your Aayla.”

“Master, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go shower.”

“I like that,” he said, “If you’ll excuse me… Its catchy.”

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“You’re not meant to. Its just cool sounding, ‘If you’ll excuse me.’”

“I’ll say it more often then.”

“Now give me a hug and kiss, dear.”

I threw my arms around him and kissed his cheek, “I like that, Hug and kiss,” I was just trying to copy him.

“Really now? I kind of do too… I like you saying it better.”

“So… It’ll all the time be like, If you’ll excuse me, I have to go, blank, blank, blank, give me hugs and kisses.”

“Not hugs and kisses, that’s too complex.”

“Hugs and Kisses?”

“Sounds good.”

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get a shower, Hugs and Kisses.”

“Its still missing something…”

“Like what?”

“Do you remember when Kriss does her temple school reports, and she always says, Kriss out?”

“Yes… So… you want me to always be like, ‘If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go get a shower,

Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc.”