<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716</id><updated>2009-11-20T18:58:02.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erifia Apoc</title><subtitle type='html'>No. I'm not Aayla Secura. I'm way too cool for that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Erifia Apoc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11432813183648521494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-8249592554107161</id><published>2009-07-27T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:19:46.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've paid my dues</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a. You make 10,000$ a year.&lt;br /&gt;3b. You make 1,000,000$ a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a. You get pestered to do the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;4b. Each day is something different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5a. Sometimes the work you do is noble, most of the time, you disagree with the doctorine and logic guiding it.&lt;br /&gt;5b. What you do is what you do and there is no moral dilemma attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine walking into the local cantina and seeing your face on a missing poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how upset you get when you realize how much things have changed, but how things are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll excuse me, I got a lot of time missed to catch up on,&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Erifia Apoc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-8249592554107161?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8249592554107161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=8249592554107161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8249592554107161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8249592554107161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-paid-my-dues.html' title='I&apos;ve paid my dues'/><author><name>Erifia Apoc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11432813183648521494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01183177611515556997'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-8032431568449125997</id><published>2009-07-24T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:05:35.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the Universe is Erifia Apoc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;em&gt;It feels good to say this again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I Don't Know!&lt;/strong&gt; What I do know is she has not been around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be a sidekick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-8032431568449125997?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8032431568449125997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=8032431568449125997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8032431568449125997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8032431568449125997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-in-universe-is-erifia-apoc.html' title='Where in the Universe is Erifia Apoc?'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-8168927577902242775</id><published>2008-05-09T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:58:26.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dread Return (Becca)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it feels like forever since I said that… I’m going to relish in not knowing for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh… Indeed Gentle Reader, at least until Erifia decides that life needs tending to again, like, who knows when that will be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 “&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Last Gladiator Standing III&lt;/a&gt;” I wondered who didn’t know their grammar and mechanics enough to know that three I’s don’t go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well… I don’t know where we are going, but I’m excited to be back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-8168927577902242775?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8168927577902242775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=8168927577902242775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8168927577902242775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8168927577902242775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2008/05/dread-return-becca.html' title='The Dread Return (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-1351531099321184049</id><published>2007-11-01T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:08:49.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What opted me to finally say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, and I believe Miss Pelda Pinik have been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jeditemplecoruscant.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for drama, but look, please, just delete those two entries, it is not right to steal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long overdue Hugs and Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Erifia Apoc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-1351531099321184049?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1351531099321184049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=1351531099321184049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/1351531099321184049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/1351531099321184049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Erifia Apoc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11432813183648521494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01183177611515556997'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4229760457377012361</id><published>2007-10-10T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:47:14.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Home: Part 5 (Becca)</title><content type='html'>Long time no see Gentle Reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don’t know… I need to get this story out there… So I had one left, Private Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Hudson.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hudson, it’s me,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Becca… How are ya’ll?” I forced a smile, “I’m good Hudson.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look! I’m gunna take you out for a real nice date…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’ll you have?” The waitress asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sweet Protector of All Things Holy! If I hear the words sensual salad again, I’m going to freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, “I’ll have a sensual salad… She can order what she wants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know… Uhm…” Given the freedom, I guess I really didn’t know what I wanted, “A Sensual Salad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know… Is there not a decent man out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4229760457377012361?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4229760457377012361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4229760457377012361&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4229760457377012361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4229760457377012361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-home-part-5-becca.html' title='Visit Home: Part 5 (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-1329724227992745107</id><published>2007-10-05T01:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:04:01.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme'd by the Apprentice</title><content type='html'>*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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had Master Yoda's Pressure washer, you'd get it, Miss Solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, Aliases don't have middle names. So Let's go with Leuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - (I) Love to sleep. Its something I've done as I've gotten older, and now I enjoy it all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - (I am) Understanding. I try to identify with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bang-Bang, I shot you down, Bang-Bang, you hit the ground, Bang-Bang. I use a long range sniper rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - (I) Always get my man. *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, in regards to me-me'ing people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Local Henchman 432.&lt;br /&gt;E - Epsilon 775&lt;br /&gt;U - Unduli, Luminara&lt;br /&gt;B - Belda&lt;br /&gt;A - Army of Clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-1329724227992745107?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1329724227992745107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=1329724227992745107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/1329724227992745107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/1329724227992745107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/memed-by-apprentice.html' title='Meme&apos;d by the Apprentice'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-5609841952404186826</id><published>2007-09-16T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:58:20.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason for the Lack of Posts</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a snag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, I've been updating my other blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Cartwright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duchessgeneral.blogspot.com"&gt;Amelia's Journal (or Duchess General Amelia Cartwright)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-5609841952404186826?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5609841952404186826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=5609841952404186826&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5609841952404186826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5609841952404186826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-reason-for-lack-of-posts.html' title='Another Reason for the Lack of Posts'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-3809159795608175441</id><published>2007-09-04T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:35:30.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Home: Part 4 (Becca)</title><content type='html'>Hello Gentle Reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… I don’t know… I don’t even have to introduce what’s going on to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Johnny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I agreed to date him. He went, “Whoa-Momma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I really that attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Johnny, he instantly appeared, he was dipping me holding me around the waist, “Hey baby… You want a piece of Johnny?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That depends…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On what baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On how well you treat me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is up-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait babe… Johnny’s gotta study his pretty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you love me babe?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared into his eyes activating my power. I read his thoughts and I heard the Fairly Oddparent’s theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m forgetful, but I don’t know, he’s dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Check please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible. I don’t know, how much worse could it get…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-3809159795608175441?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3809159795608175441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=3809159795608175441&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3809159795608175441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3809159795608175441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/visit-home-part-4-becca.html' title='Visit Home: Part 4 (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4571206985823108422</id><published>2007-08-22T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:54:10.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Home: Part 3 (Becca)</title><content type='html'>Hello Gentle Reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to take the worst first… Zapp. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Zapp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, baby… What do you think of my ship?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed heavily, and blew at a tuff of my hair, “I don’t know… I think you’re overcompensating.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Overcompensating or Making it symbolic… You know you want the Zapper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled, “Maybe a bug zapper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I find the most erotic part of a woman is-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know,” I said, “Stop… Where are you taking me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This lovely little restaurant near here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed at a Mickie Dees, “What do you think? I’m going to get six cheesburgers, and you can get one, sensual salad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes lowered, He was trying to win my hand in marriage and he chose Mickie Dees!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know!” I yelled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa… You’re sexy when you’re angry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll show you sexy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changed almost instantaneously and he was laying on the sidewalk wearing a pink robe, “I’m ready! Show me sexy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know!” I yelled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only get more, and more painful from here… I still, wholly, blame my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4571206985823108422?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4571206985823108422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4571206985823108422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4571206985823108422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4571206985823108422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-home-part-3-becca.html' title='Visit Home: Part 3 (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4481313878621584852</id><published>2007-08-18T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:41:33.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Home: Part 2 (Becca)</title><content type='html'>Hello Gentle Reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean- I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded who they were showing to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Hudson.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No- Not Private Hudson… Anyone but Private Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Johnny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they trying to kill me? What about Professor X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Zapp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Not him! He’s even worse then Hudson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Becca honey, after you go on a date with each of them, you can pick who you will marry permanently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle reader… Sweet… Sweet, Gentle Reader… I don’t know like… Save me…  Please… I need saved…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please… I need help! I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4481313878621584852?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4481313878621584852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4481313878621584852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4481313878621584852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4481313878621584852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-home-part-2-becca.html' title='Visit Home: Part 2 (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-5781204805834224856</id><published>2007-08-12T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:07:10.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Home (Becca)</title><content type='html'>Hello Gentle Reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wasn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Becca,” my mommy said, “Your father and I are getting old. We want grandchildren.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;br /&gt;PS. 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-5781204805834224856?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5781204805834224856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=5781204805834224856&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5781204805834224856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5781204805834224856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-home-becca.html' title='Visit Home (Becca)'/><author><name>Becca the Magnificant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274712397456349392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00237002691093676113'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4343848207733642720</id><published>2007-08-08T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:29:25.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 8 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href=" http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-viii.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href=" http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-hope-part-7-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hera… It’ll be okay,” I tried soothing her with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twi’lek quelled her tears, and she sat up, “Really? You’re going to help me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up to me, gripping tightly to my legs, “And now I know your name. Master Leuba Sapphire, Thank you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;i&gt;I am Erifia Apoc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - ---  -- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4343848207733642720?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4343848207733642720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4343848207733642720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4343848207733642720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4343848207733642720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-hope-part-8-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 8 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-7095543814295644404</id><published>2007-08-06T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:01:42.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 7 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href=" http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-vii.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-hope-part-6-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and looked at me, confused, surprised, “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina,” he spoke, “There you are. Zekk said something about you arriving in a strange ship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-7095543814295644404?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7095543814295644404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=7095543814295644404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/7095543814295644404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/7095543814295644404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-hope-part-7-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 7 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4627916813173033148</id><published>2007-08-03T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:10:19.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 6 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-vi.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-5-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook herself out of meditation, she stood and wobbled on her legs, “Easy Journey Then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed my com-link and spoke, “Jedi-Temple this is Jaina Solo. Requesting permission to land.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sith Spit Jaina! You gave us a fright. We had no idea what was going on. Where’d you get that thing?”&lt;br /&gt;“Its not mine, it belongs to an old friend. Now do we have permission to land or what?”&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, “You heard the boy. Its up to you Captain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m too old to walk. Show me where the bay is,” I pulled down breaching the planet’s atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do not want to immediately meet this girl,” I said, “I want to meet your Father, and your uncle first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door, and stepped into the room, I followed, “There is not much.” She waved her hand to all of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Note from the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey cats and kiddies: I got a new experiment going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://duchessgeneral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amelia Cartwright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4627916813173033148?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4627916813173033148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4627916813173033148&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4627916813173033148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4627916813173033148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/newest-hope-part-6-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 6 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-105526817272470291</id><published>2007-07-31T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:10:04.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 5 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-v.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href=" http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-4-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back to her, the ultimate form of trust I have shown someone for a very, very long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-105526817272470291?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/105526817272470291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=105526817272470291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/105526817272470291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/105526817272470291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-5-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 5 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-6241117855685302451</id><published>2007-07-29T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:28:57.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 4 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-iv.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-3-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool!” She exclaimed as she picked it up and played with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, and brushed my lekkus back, throwing them into the air, allowing them to land behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This really isn’t about me or my mother though, is it?” I asked with experience guiding my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, then she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my hand on my hip, and I looked at her, “Am I to kill her then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-6241117855685302451?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6241117855685302451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=6241117855685302451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/6241117855685302451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/6241117855685302451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-4-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 4 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-3982926351534773610</id><published>2007-07-27T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:41:46.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 3 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-ii_27.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-2-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She landed her ship, and I simply looked up, “Get anything you may need from your ship, and we’ll get going right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tripped up on her own feet as I led her through my ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around the room, she paused on a Magna Guard Staff, “What is that thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-3982926351534773610?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3982926351534773610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=3982926351534773610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3982926351534773610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3982926351534773610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-3-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 3 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-6410325608365355868</id><published>2007-07-24T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:29:07.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 2 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-ii.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(Catch up, slow poke, Imperial Scum, Read &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-1-sapphire.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him when he was Anakin. I couldn’t kill him just because he lost the fight to his Inferna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who told you I was a master?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, and leaned back in the chair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” She spoke with confused tones, “Wow… That’s… Brilliant!” She smiled brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded in response, “Sure thing. I have a Jedi-Ship docked in the bay. It should fit both of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can fly us both out, with your ship in my cargo-bay,” I said to her, “Unless you don’t trust me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meet me by the Empty Lot, coordinates, 51-62. I will pick up your ship there, so we have room for the exchange.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-6410325608365355868?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6410325608365355868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=6410325608365355868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/6410325608365355868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/6410325608365355868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-2-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 2 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-8355206613187023157</id><published>2007-07-20T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:29:55.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Hope: Part 1 (Sapphire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read from the New Hope’s Point of View, &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A favorite?” She asked motioning towards My Sniper Rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Depends;” I responded, “I’ve had it since I was eleven. Old GAR Training.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a swig of my drink, and I pulled my hood back, revealing my three lekkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina gasped when she saw my lekku, “It is you,” she breathed in barely a whisper, “Then its true… You are a jedi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my eyebrow, “Now that you know,” I stated, “What are you going to do to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Temporary End Transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-8355206613187023157?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8355206613187023157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=8355206613187023157&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8355206613187023157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/8355206613187023157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-1-sapphire.html' title='The Newest Hope: Part 1 (Sapphire)'/><author><name>Leuba Sapphire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04270959759017958045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10062687024843583934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-5399202995354901682</id><published>2007-07-14T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:06:31.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from you: Last Set</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey kiddies, this one comes from &lt;a href="http://aniskywalkersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Ani Skywalker&lt;/a&gt;, and I only thought it appropriate it go to Padawan Erifia, l’Ani asks, “Can I touch your Liuuks thingys?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifia11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you must mean my lekkus, an- You mean my lekkus! You little pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching my lekkus is like sexual harassment. Why even ask that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a sick, sick little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my lekkus, and you can’t touch them. Get away from me, you icky little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Saiyan Prince&lt;/a&gt; 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/inferna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try to tell me you wouldn’t… Sunshine Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovely. This one comes from &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt; and it goes to me, “Author: Have ya got a pocket dimension in that Fro?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;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“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby… Come on. Look at me. It’s me… Smile… I’m your little Author. Come on… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy… Darnet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do you always put the pile on the lawn… Come on! That’s so old, you should burn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap: No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me sleep outside, I’m sorry about our anniversary, I sent flowers with a droid, but Erifia killed him… Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to write you a poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry,&lt;br /&gt;That I had the flu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to run from evil men… And I don’t want you in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey… Baby… Sweetie… Please… I’ll… I’ll cut my fro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No… I’ll dress in different clothes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll… I’ll… I’ll make a public apology in the blogoverse, and admit that I am a terrible boyfriend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I, Erifia’s Author, am a terrible boyfriend, and I hereby apologize to the great, sweet, amazing Blue Eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please… Pretty Please… Blue… Come on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darnet… I need to get home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erifia Apoc&lt;br /&gt;Padawan Erifia Apoc&lt;br /&gt;Leuba Sapphire (Rebellion Erifia)&lt;br /&gt;Darth Inferna&lt;br /&gt;Tatooine the Tauntaun&lt;br /&gt;Becca the Magnificant&lt;br /&gt;Orange Palps (Emperor Palpatine)&lt;br /&gt;Aayla Secura&lt;br /&gt;Gerith Gwin (Erifia’s Master)&lt;br /&gt;Wookie Psych&lt;br /&gt;Erifia’s Author&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes (Author’s Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send those questions, on WEDNESDAY Nights to erifiaapoc@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Author out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-5399202995354901682?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5399202995354901682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=5399202995354901682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5399202995354901682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5399202995354901682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-you-last-set.html' title='Questions from you: Last Set'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-3311010559573508592</id><published>2007-07-11T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:39:13.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from You: Set 5</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Kiddies, this one comes from &lt;a href="http://rebelvos.blogspot.com/ "&gt;Vos&lt;/a&gt;, 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it goes down like this, Vos. You notice the simularities between Erifia and Aayla? Congrats. They are both twi’leks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are more subtle differnces. Like three lekkus, her profession in the jedi order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not want you for a master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was the first cool picture of a twi’lek I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used Padawan Erifia in a game of Star Wars RPG. That helped develop her a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helped… Vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This come from two willing combatants: &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://darksithlordvader.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/a&gt; “Can I punch Wookie Psychiatrist?” And “Can I kill him as well?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how much you pay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And depends on if you can find another Wookie Psychiatrist to replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 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, &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; asks, “Did you know Some Pharmaceuticals can get rid of your Inferna problem?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/inferna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Vegeta right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever mention the medication to anyone other then me again, I will have to do unspeakable things to keep you quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a “Sunshine Prince” you can use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one goes out from “&lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/ "&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;” 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.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn’t know that. That’s uncommon information. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Person with the Symbol for a name… Keep talking… I need more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering one more set!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-3311010559573508592?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3311010559573508592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=3311010559573508592&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3311010559573508592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/3311010559573508592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-you-set-5.html' title='Questions from You: Set 5'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-116483266981338449</id><published>2006-11-29T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:49:53.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Message from the Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/short-post.html"&gt;Short-Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/winner.html"&gt;The Winner:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-droid-virus.html"&gt;Some Droid Virus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head in disapproval of my own lack of imagination. I then thought, well I could have her kill droids on Mygeeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/03/droid-invasion.html"&gt;Droid Invasion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/03/droid-invasion-part-2.html"&gt;Droid Invasion Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/04/droid-invasion-part-3.html"&gt;Droid Invasion Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/04/droid-invasion-conclusion.html"&gt;Droid Invasion Conclusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/04/droid-invasion-day-after.html"&gt;Droid Invasion Day After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erifia Apoc (Jedi Knight, Republic Spy, Jedi Master) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 21-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifia11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan Erifia (Padawan) – The Beginning of the CIS [The Phantom Menace], Age 6-20 {Usually around 8-13}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/olderifia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/darthinfernablogpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth Inferna (Sith Lady) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 23-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca the Magnificant (Sidekick) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 18-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/Tatooineguestposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatooine the Tauntaun (Sidekick) – Era of the Republic [Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith], Age 0-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erifia’s Author (duh) – Millennial Generation, [Somewhere between Indiana Jones Trilogy and Lord of the Rings Trilogy] Age, 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/orangepalps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orange Palps (Emperor) - Era of the Republic, The Rebellion [Phantom Menace to Return of the Jedi], Age Really Freakin Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/gerithgwin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerith Gwin (Erifia's Master) - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace] Age: Dead people have no age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/secura.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla Secura (Stupid Dumb Face/Jedi) - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace through Revenge of the Sith] Age Around 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/wookiepsych-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wookie Psychiatrist - Era of the Republic, [Phantom Menace to Revenge of the Sith], Age 567.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this has been helpful for you. Especially if you are an avid reader of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to personally thank Dark Jedi Kriss’ Author for talking with me often, and Barriss Offee’s Author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank the Real Rebecca who was my inspiration for the character Becca the Magnificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who I have forgotten; Be sure to yell at me about it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-116483266981338449?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116483266981338449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=116483266981338449&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/116483266981338449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/116483266981338449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/important-message-from-author.html' title='An Important Message from the Author'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-7264328736992914134</id><published>2007-07-08T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:02:56.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from You: Part 4</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one is going out to one the least known of all of my characters, the Wookie Psychiatrist, it’s coming from &lt;a href="http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Godfrey Zebulon&lt;/a&gt;, 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/wookiepsych.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRrrrrbbbjjj Shhhe ookkk Bubububububububu Shhhheelkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeggghhh skjejjj ahhhhhhhbebebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vvvvvvvvvv!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gvgvgbbbbbbooooooo sjhhehhhhhhhhh Gggggggggggggggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fffffffffffffffbbbbbb ggggggooooghhhhhba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnnnnnnnnnn AaAAAAAANNNnnnn Fbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bududududdududududududu Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maavfffffb Vy bebe patooie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BhhhhhhhaaaaazzzPoof. Shjhhhekjjjekjejeeeebbbbbbaaaaaaaaggggggg Maaav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erifia: Hey… Author… He’s speaking Shyriiwook.&lt;br /&gt;Author: What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;Erifia: They can’t understand him. Tell him to speak common.&lt;br /&gt;Author: He’s holding a wookie crossbow… You tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Erifia: Let him keep going…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbbbbbbbfffffvvvvvvvmmmmmmaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating head shjhejhsjshsjhsshshshhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Wookie appears to be done speaking.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 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 &lt;a href="http://phobiadeimos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darth Catia Ravenstone&lt;/a&gt; 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/inferna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather make Erifia Cry through pain then cry through losing trust in me. How ridiculous. To think someone could trust me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be a vulture picking at dead flesh, then a leech hiding on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still going to kill you, Leech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTROY YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferna Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy as- Did she even answer the question? Anyway… The next one is up on the chopping block is….&lt;a href="http://blockadeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blockade Boy&lt;/a&gt; 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/wookiepsych.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wwwwwwooobbbbaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vvvvbbvbvbvbvbvbbvbvbvbv Bababababa nnnnnnnnaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suuuuuvbbbbbbtptptptp fonfnnnngggg Deeeehheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vvvvbbbbb ffoooofnfonnnnn Aaaadddzzzz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author: Erifia, he’s talking Shy-Wookie again.&lt;br /&gt;Erifia: Shyriiwook.&lt;br /&gt;Author: Whatever… What’s he saying?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Author: Of course. What did he say about shampoo?&lt;br /&gt;Erifia: Look.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/uglyassin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Bnnnabbbnnn adb Bunnok”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the last question comes from… I’m humbled… Ladies and Gentleman the last question of this set comes from the &lt;a href="http://masterjediyoda.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Legendary Grandmaster Yoda"&lt;/a&gt; He asks Erifia, “A rumor there is, that related to the founder of Head Tentacles Club For Men you are. True that is?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your back Master Yoda… Nothing but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-7264328736992914134?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7264328736992914134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=7264328736992914134&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/7264328736992914134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/7264328736992914134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-you-part-4.html' title='Questions from You: Part 4'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-5911230825907509627</id><published>2007-07-05T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:45:55.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from You: Part 3</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://aniskywalkersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;This is from The Chosen of the Force, An-Dawg in the Hizz-Ouse!&lt;/a&gt; To E-to-the-A, “How many times have you tried to kill Obi-Wan? And for Force sake WHY?!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy went walking in two directions, and forgot to tell his legs to move. So Ob’s got big, and I stayed small…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thrizzle, my nizzle. I tried to lip-lock thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool, Good Answer Erifia… This one comes from &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Prof&lt;/a&gt; Who has one for Erifia, “How often have you thought fondly about our kiss?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if I was planning a surprise party and you knew I was keeping a secret… Then you would read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear is that you would read the thoughts in my middle lekku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, here we go, another one from &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Prof&lt;/a&gt; Who has one for Becca, he says, “Seriously Bec, how often does she talk about me?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know! Forget about her Xavier. Come to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you forget about her Xavi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; We have to cut Becca off there… She keeps going on, and on, the next one comes from &lt;a href="http://phobiadeimos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jedi Phobia&lt;/a&gt; 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?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I get into this, thank you for the complement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAYLA! I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/04/erifia-apoc-vs-aayla-secura.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/05/erifia-apoc-vs-aayla-secura-part-2.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/05/erifia-apoc-vs-aayla-secura-finality.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-padawan-erifia-topic-when.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-young-erifia-topic-when-i.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="httphttp://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-young-erifia-topic-when-i_08.html"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/200ps-two-queens-of-chessboard-part-1.html"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/200ps-two-queens-of-chess-board-part-2.html"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-year-today-200sp-two-queens-of-chess.html"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/200ps-two-queens-of-chess-board-part-3.html"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/200ps-two-queens-of-chess-board-part-5.html"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="httphttp://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/200ps-two-queens-of-chess-board-part-6.html"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/finality.html"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/200ps-two-queens-of-chess-board-final.html"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… She’s my opposite, she’s brute force and senselessness, and I am calm collected deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are opposite, but you know the person who uses the Queen as a distraction in a chessboard, can wipe them out with stragety…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay… Aayla you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-5911230825907509627?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5911230825907509627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=5911230825907509627&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5911230825907509627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/5911230825907509627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-you-part-3.html' title='Questions from You: Part 3'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24496716.post-4799054832054557942</id><published>2007-07-02T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:06:14.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions from you: Set 2</title><content type='html'>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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The First Question: &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Synth-Lin, The Synthetic Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt; 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.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I’m not very creative, so I used my last name and first name, and altered them. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as how many sit ups I do? I usually do one hundred every morning and every night. Its like my morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next question is from &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon, Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;/a&gt; who is asking the author, “What’s with the hair? Is that natural and is there a lot of maintenance involved with what?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LONGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. The Uzi is still somewhere in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next question is going to Erifia and its from &lt;a href="http://darkjedikriss.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Dark Jedi Kriss&lt;/a&gt;, who asks, “How many times has Anakin caught you in the bath tub?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/erifiafortemplate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kriss, well lets see, shall we? Anakin was nine when he discovered girls weren’t icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ten when he discovered it was fun to pull little twi’lek’s lekkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was twelve when he realized that all girls weren’t icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fourteen when he discovered that I wasn’t icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fifteen when he realized that lekkus were more annoying to gently touch then to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sixteen when he discovered how to slice into doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m twenty four now. That’s eight years, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The final question comes from &lt;a href="http://darkjedikriss.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Dark Jedi Kriss&lt;/a&gt;, who has a question for the Author, “When I get to earth, are you going to show me that fro up close or what?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c148/WhipporwillHeretic/theauthor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, but not too close, its been known to eat pretty red-heads and keep them there for my use later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, thanks for your questions, keep them coming, I will be answering them for a couple of weeks. One set every three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24496716-4799054832054557942?l=erifiaapoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4799054832054557942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24496716&amp;postID=4799054832054557942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4799054832054557942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24496716/posts/default/4799054832054557942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-you-set-2.html' title='Questions from you: Set 2'/><author><name>Erifia's Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18025631460461537049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07521339842898836105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>