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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Oct 9, 2010 23:48:50 GMT -5
He walks outside....dressed in a pair of rancor skin pants and a tee shirt. His boots gleam in the moonlight. He walks off the porch to a small bench sitting near the garden. He lights the cigar from his private collection and he inhales deeply and blows out a smoke ring and leans back looking up at the night sky. If his loving wife knew he was out here doing this she would brain him with the hilt of her saber. He promised her he'd give them up.....and they really aren't a vice.....it just takes him back to the old days when they would finish a mission and everyone would make it out. It was a way to wind down and for a few minutes detach yourself from the war.
He looks up at the stars in the sky.......another beautiful site to behold. Many times before on a number of planets he gazed into the night sky. He traveled to so many systems and every night sky was different and beautiful in it's own right. He used to think there had to be at least one system......just one that there wasn't fighting....there wasn't a struggle and death. He takes another deep drag on the cigar and savors the smoke and exhales.
He looks back at his house and smiles. He still hasn't found the peace he has been searching for but he has found happiness. He was a confirmed bachelor...and always thought he would be....but from the first time he met her she sparked something in him. She unwittingly made him change the way he looked and felt about things. After being sent on numerous missions and after a bit of stalking on his part.....she gave in and accepted his courting of her. He felt....happy for the first time in his life. He allowed himself to hope again.
He puts the cigar out and stands stretching and smiling. he makes his way back to the house.....no longer worried about finding that peaceful system...he opens the door and smells fresh baked dewberry pie wafting in the air....Who needs peace when you have a beautiful loving wife and fresh pie. He shuts the door.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Oct 11, 2010 20:31:51 GMT -5
She turns from the oven, mitts on her hands and holding a perfectly golden dewberry pie.
"I suppose you want some of this old Mule? Go wash that nasty nicotine off your fingers first. It stinks up the kitchen." She grins. She's never been fond of his habit but it was fairly common enough amongst the pilots that she'd long ago given up on nagging. Much. "And brush your teeth if you intend to kiss me."
She sets the pie down on the cooling rack and gets to work cleaning up the mixing bowls and spoons used for making the pie. She has a fresh nerf shoulder in the smoker out back and a pot of Nabooian style country vegetables simmering in a stoneware pot on the back of the stove. She changed over the temperature on the oven to bake Corellian potatoes.
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Oct 11, 2010 20:41:22 GMT -5
He comes back from the fresher cleaned up as his wife requested and kisses the top of her head "Smells wonderful in here my love.....you've been a busy Master tonight" and takes a seat at the island enjoying the mixture of aromas.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Oct 11, 2010 20:54:15 GMT -5
"Well," she says slowly, "I figured a good home cooked meal might be in order after our little adventure." Her expression soured at the idea of rescuing a sith's child and giving him BACK to the sith. She shrugs philosophically to herself. "I have decided there actually is one place I dislike even more than I do Hoth. It's Mustafar. It's hot, sweaty, smelly and the hospitality is worse than a Hutt's" She gives him an ironic smile as she tosses him a box of imported bread sticks. "There's butter on the table if you like."
She goes back to cleaning, a soft smile on her face for the man who drives her up a wall and turns her orderly life upside down and generally aggravates the living crap out of her. the man who by annoying her had captured her heart in the way no other had or could.
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Oct 18, 2010 7:10:33 GMT -5
He catches the bread sticks and places them on the table and stands. He walks up behind her and caresses her shoulders he leans down and kisses the top of her head. She took a chance on him when so many others wouldn't....all the others never cared about a future they wanted a fling and no commitment. He thinks to himself that she never struck him as someone that wanted to settle down. She was a free spirit much like he was and he can not figure out why she would even give a second look his way....I mean he really did push her buttons.....not on purpose.....it's just they are from two different worlds.
He rubs her shoulders and feels the tension leave her and he smiles as she moans softly.....He could care less why she took a chance on him, but for the rest of his life he will make sure he makes her life the best he can. For the first time in his life he understands what love is.....and he never wants to know a time without his beloved in it.
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Nov 8, 2010 20:06:07 GMT -5
He suddenly feels his comlink vibrate and pulls it out....listening a smile crosses his face and he puts it away. "Hey dear care to take a trip with me to Coruscant....it could be allot of fun." and raises his eyebrow a few times.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Nov 8, 2010 21:58:08 GMT -5
She thinks about it for a moment. "Well, I do need to make an appointment with Black Sun. See if they have any intel for me." She smiles. "And I need to look up some old friends."
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Nov 8, 2010 22:05:58 GMT -5
He takes her by the hand and heads out to the landing pad.....VH-5150 already fired up the Stalker and has the ramp down waiting for them. As they head up the ramp and make their way to the cockpit the ramp raises. He takes the controls and lifts off and heads for orbit.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Jan 2, 2011 19:27:46 GMT -5
she walks into the house after passing through the temple. She'd taken a hover cart to save time. She heads for her bedroom and the closet within. She pulls out an ornate green dress suitable for a diplomatic meeting but reasonably jedi looking enough that her job description will not be in question. She pulls it on and puts her long formal brown tabbard with green embroidery over it and locks it in place with her green embroidered obi and attaches her saber prominently. She sits at her vanity and brushes out her long full hair and carefully rearranges it into a formal chignon. She then expertly applies makeup in muted earth tones that complement her ensemble and finishes t off with a dark Corellian soil brown lipstick she knows she'll be reapplying every five minuets or so. Satisfied with how she looks she applies perfume her husband bought her on their last anniversary and fills a small bag with necessary toiletries. Finished she gets up and heads for the Rose, com'ing her husband as she walks. "Pap, I'm ready if you are, meet you on the Rose."
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Jan 2, 2011 19:50:17 GMT -5
He arrives and grabs his bag out of the back of the cart. "What's your name young lady?" The girl smiles Liana....Liana Sunrider sir." he nods "Well miss Sunrider I will make sure your commander knows how efficent you were today and I am going to request that you make sure the Stalker is always secure and in flight ready shape." The young woman sits up taller in the seat "thank....Thank You sir but I was just doing my job" He smiles "Yes you did but you also made sure the ship was secure before you drove me here without being asked. That attention to detail is appreciated. May the Force be with you." He turns and leaves. The cart heads back to the Temple. he heads up the ramp of the Rose and drops his bag in their stateroom......"Gertie!!!!! I'm home!!!" and heads to the cockpit.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Jan 2, 2011 19:58:13 GMT -5
She nods absently from the pilot seat to his silly greeting and continues going through her mental preflight checklist. Unlike some overconfident pilots, she never assumes something can't go wrong and make sure all systems are in running condition and prepared for immediate use should an emergency arise.
"Strap in old Mule. I'm almost ready to take off."
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Jan 2, 2011 20:16:37 GMT -5
He straps on and in and winks at her "OK.....Coruscant here we come" He closes his eyes and immediately falls asleep.
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Jan 3, 2011 17:56:06 GMT -5
She shakes her head in exasperation. Lazy old Mule she thinks as she lifts the Rose into the afternoon heat and heads for the stars.
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Post by Pappy-Wan Kenobi on Sept 18, 2011 8:51:56 GMT -5
He stands just off the front porch sipping his steaming hot cup of caf.....he always liked watching the sun rise in the morning. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air he surveys the area. Today will be a very busy day indeed....turning he heads inside to make breakfast for Gert.....
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Post by Gert Yonsz-Kenobi on Sept 19, 2011 11:25:24 GMT -5
She rolls over to find the other side of the bed cool to the touch. Hm, she thinks, he's been up a while. Curious she lifts her head from under the blanket and smells caf and banana pancakes. Well now, cooking Corellian today eh? She'd been the one to teach him that recipe which she'd in turn learned from her grandfather. She decides she hopes there's sausage involved in this little outreach program and gets dressed in her short jedi tunic and tabbard. May as well be comfortable while I get ready to feed an army.
She heads down stairs, following the glorious scent of hot fresh caf to the kitchen.
"Good morning Old Mule. I'm surprised you found the mushy bananas I left in the frige."
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