no storys for a long time this is killing me.

yup she will lol

As she said, she's setting it aside. Stop bugging her, or she'll come after you with a stick of some sort :p

And I'm back. From outerspace. And I just walked in here to see that bad look upon your face...

*ahem* Anyway, I'm back. I won't be quite as involved as I was in my early months, but I'm thinking of posting reguarly again.

To everyone who is asking that she review your work, just know that a good writer does not neccesarily (how do you spell it Hall?) make a good reader. No offense to FFWM! *crowds underneath desk*

To everyone who is asking that she review your work, just know that a good writer does not necessarily (how do you spell it Hall?) make a good reader. No offense to FFWM! *crowds underneath desk*
That's how you spell it. :D

I have to disagree with your point, because while a good writer doesn't make a good reader, another writer may be going through the same problems you have, or have gone through them already.

^^^
I dont think there is a single writer on the planet that hasnt gone through a phase of writer's block at least twice. there are moments when your brain just conks out (and i know for sure that Hall's conked out a while back :xp: )

^^^:lol:

I think Hall's has exploded into oblivion, not just conked out.

That wasn't what I was trying to say. I'm not disagreeing (sp?) with you, but I think that a good writer doesn't make a good critic.

^
I disagree--you have to understand good writing to be a good critic. If you understand good writing, you generally can write at least passably well.
You can't be a good writer and critique your own writing well. However, that doesn't stop you from making an informed opinion of others' writings.

But is Stephen King suddenly the best critic of horror writing? No. His opinion is great, but that doesn't mean that he's the best person to review your work.

no Jae, what you said was right, up to a point. it takes a good writer to understand good writing, i agree with you there. but a good critic means a person who gives his comments and advice in a polite and constructive way, not just a rash judging way.

^If a critic has no idea what he is talking about but uses the words 'please' and 'thank you' they're not a good critic, IMHO. I don't really care how impolite a critic is unless he is going out of his way to be that way, and he knows what he's talking about.

sure, but only people whos used to writing or being criticed like that will see it in that point of view. people who are younger (no offense) might mistake it for flaming and get discouraged.

People who get discouraged by one bad review aren't going to make it very far...

^^^
that i agree with.

i really hope u start writing in this fanfic again its the best one i've seen. and i would be sad if such a good thing ends. when u grow up u should be a writer this was really good.


lol just cant get over how good it is even the mushiness is good.


please write more asap


lol sorry about the if u grow up

if u grow up u should be a wrieter this was really good.
:lol:

I'm fourteen, darn it all! So >P to you :xp:

i guess u could be a writer at any age. but do whatever u want its your life

Well, I don't think we're in any danger of having her growing up on us any time soon - I'll see to that. No matter how hard you try, you'll always grow old; but if you try hard enough, you'll never have to grow up.

You know, Doc, we've really gotta get you off the philosophical/psychological spree (can't spell those words) it's really starting to weird me out :xp:

Yeah, but all I have to do to wierd you out is utilise large words that your inexperienced brain is unable to comprehend. It's quite entertaining, watching you squirm like a little girl. Oh... wait...

I hate you, old man. I really do...:lol:

Great. Now I feel unloved. I'm going to go cry in a corner now. >P

Getting kind of chatty folks, back on topic... :tsk:

You know, Doc, we've really gotta get you off the philosophical/psychological spree (can't spell those words) it's really starting to weird me out :xp:

Doctors always wierd people out :D .j/k Doc, dont take it seriously.

on topic: is the next chapter ready yet?

For PoD? Keep dreaming a while longer :xp:

ok, how about you give me the two reviews you owe me? :xp: one in Rise of the Imps and next in Rebel rebound. Links in sig. you get a choice, get a new chapter up in PoD OR give me those reviews ;) or HK'll come after ya :D

Hm...You drive a hard bargain, RC :xp:

i leave no room for freedom ;)
so you choose wat?

Yeah and you owe me a review on my Fic, The Sith Lord. Like RC, either write another Chapter or I'll send T3 to help HK come after you.

PS. I'm joking.

You vicious, vicious little fans :lol: I'll see what I can scrounge up...

^^^
:lol:
thanks FFWM12, but please do scrounge up soon, thats a heartfelt request :)

^^^I ditto. I don't care if all you got is them yelling "Hallelujah!" at the top of their lungs, we'd still find it acceptable.

^^
:rofl:
good point.

maybe you could also check out my fics?

*runs*

Unbelievable.
This has to be the most active thread in this forum. 10.000+ views ... amazing.

Surprising, even though the fic is great!

I'm just a special girl :xp:

Anyway...

---Chapter Eighteen---

Elron groaned as he looked out the window. He hated snow. However a moment later, the sun came out.

"Hallelujah!" he cried, "No more effing snow!!"

---End---

You asked for it, JK :lol:


Alright, if you're really that desperate for something, I'll let you in on a little secret: I'll be entering the latest Dueling Circle Challenge on the Unofficial KotOr Fanmedia site. Stories are released on the 26th, I think...

Even though it weren't a proper Chapter, it was alright. :lol:

Anyway, any updates on Two Years, Two Masters?

TYTM will be up shortly. Well...it'll be up when my laptop can connect to the internet, seeing as my desktop no longer has a normal keyboard...

great, nice chapter [/sarcasm]

maybe now you can give us the reviews you owe pottsie and me :xp:

You guys will never guess what...

Neeeeeew Chapteeeeeerrrr![/singsong voice]

A thanks to DarthOxyClean for the PM. It got me to start thinking about the Plight of Darkness again. Greatly appreciated :D

Then I guess I can thank the rest of you all for being a pain compelling me to write <.<

:xp:

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---Chapter Eighteen---

The sun broke over the horizon, its beams falling over a restless and dishelved Revan as he stood outside Khoonda, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. His cloak flapped lightly in the wind, his hands jammed in pockets as he stared out across the snow-covered landscape. A lit cigarette smoked in his mouth as his eyes narrowed, trying to fend off the feeling of anguish and frustration.

These dreams have left me alone for the past five years. he mused to himself as he removed the cigarette from his lips for a moment, blowing a strip of smoke from his mouth, taking a few untainted breaths of fresh air. Why do they plague me again now?

Ever since rejoining Bastila and the others, the dark, prophecy-like dreams had once again disrupted his nights to the point where he was afraid to close his eyes. It won’t happen. She won’t die. I won’t let it happen. he kept telling himself, but it didn’t make the dreams any less real.

“Revan?”

He started at Bastila’s voice. He hadn’t heard or sensed her approached.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up…”

“Couldn’t sleep.” he said gruffly without looking at her, putting the cigarette to his lips again and taking a slow pull.

Her eyes narrowed at the movement. “I thought you said you quit.”

“I did.” he answered, glancing at her before flinging the butt into the snow.

“Revan…your eyes…” she moved over to him, placing a hand on his face and turning him to face her, “How much sleep did you get last night?”

He looked at her, his eyes soft. He didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as she moved closer to him, “Don’t shut me out.”

He had to look away from her, his eyes once again scanning the landscape. “The dreams are back.”

“Oh…” her hands dropped to his chest, “You mean…”

“They’re worse than before.” he murmured.

Darkness. Sith. Prophecy.

“They’re so much more…real.”

Smoke. Screaming. Blood.

“We’ve been through this, Revan…” she said, laying her head on his chest, “I’m fine. They’re just dreams.”

He folded his arms around her, holding her close and savoring the feeling of her body against his. He didn’t answer.

~*~*~*~

The winter sun fell brightly across Elron’s face as it spilled in through the window. He cracked his eyes open, stirring due to the extra light. He stretched a moment, then curled his arm around the waist of the woman who lay curled against him.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” Briana whispered at his touch, her eyes still closed.

“Good morning to you too.” he said, kissing her forehead lightly, “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough.”

“Which would mean…crack of dawn?”

“You got it.”

She slipped from beneath his arm, gracefully standing, the toned muscles in her back flexing beneath her camisole as she strode across the room.

“It’s after ten.” she stated, and he rolled over, putting a pillow over his head.

“Great. Wake me up after twelve.” Next thing he knew, a pile of robes and a lightsaber landed on his chest, making him jump. “Alright, I’m up, I’m up…women…”

“Just for that…” his belt hit him full in the face.

~*~*~*~

“Here,” Bastila said, sitting down at the table with a tray of food in her hands, “I brought you some breakfast.”

Revan smiled, giving her a quick wink, “Thanks.”

He scanned the different foods, finally deciding on a plate of wheat toast and butter. When he didn’t take anything else, Bastila spoke.

“Only a plate of toast?” she asked incredulously, eyebrows raised, “Don’t tell me Revan has suddenly lost his infamous appetite.”

“What about you?” he countered, “I haven’t seen you eat a thing this morning.”

“Oh, I’ve started watching my figure,” she joked, “My stomach’s been getting a bit larger than it should lately…”

“Hey,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him on the bench, “As long as my arm can fit around it, it’s the perfect size.”

She smiled, her cheeks turning a light pink. “I’m quite partial to that color.” he commented.

“Hey guys,”

The pair looked up, drawing a bit further apart again as Elron and Briana sat down.

“Seeing as we weren’t woken up before dawn today,” the Exile commented as he sat down, looking to Revan, “I take it we didn’t get any new leads?”

“We did, actually.” he answered, “But both were false. Lead to a dead end within an hour and a half each.”

“So then we have no idea where these ruins are?” Briana asked, then to Bastila as she pointed to the food, “May I?”

“Of course.” she answered with a nod.

“No, unfortunately.” Revan said, answering her earlier question.

“It seems we’ve been to nearly every ruin on the planet’s surface.” Elron sighed, drumming his fingers on the table.

“On the surface.” Bastila pointed out, “Who ever said that what we were looking for was on the surface?”

“She’s right…the ruins on Manaan were beneath the sea, hundreds of leagues from the surface.”

“It’d be nice if we had the records from the Enclave,” Elron commented, running a hand exasperatedly through his hair, “They’d have made a note of almost any place on the entire planet.”

“One would think…” Revan murmured.

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Booyah, baby. ForceFight's back in action :lol:

'Tis a mighty fine chapter. But why would they still use that archaic measurement (leagues), which is an Imperial unit, and therefore blasphemous to sci-fi.

P.S. The line through text thingy uses tags.;)

Well...they're still using archaic measurments because...well...I said so? :xp:

Thanks :D

Good Chapter ForceFight. I hope for more. Will you continue this now?

great chapter, FF. and for that, you still owe me something :xp:. and ill keep bothering you till i get it :xp: :D

Quote: "Booyah, baby. ForceFight's back in action," un-quote

haha, damn straight ... Nice chapter ForceFight, really hope to see more ... i think its safe to say that, i speak for all of us here :D

:lol:

Thanks guys! I know this chapter didn't really progress the story at all...but...yeah. It's getting easier...
I think you guys can expect a few more chapters for PoD...chances are they'll all be off the top of my head rather than planned, but....yeah...:xp:

Heya

I just found out about this fic ( i'm sorry.. :halo2: ) and it's just AMAZING!
The way you describe everything is just perfect...everything that's being said is written to fit the character.
Now i see why this is the nr.1 story around here!

Keep it up!

PS:
(possible) HUGE spoiler
My stomach’s been getting a bit larger than it should lately…” Is there a baby-Revan on the way? The "..." is bit to obvious imo :xp:

Thanks! I feel so special...:xp:

Heheheh...now where would be the fun in answering that question? :dev10:

The fun would be finding out that there'll be an army of Revanlings taking over the galaxy.
@Ztalker: That's what I thought too. Great minds think alike, eh? :)

:lol: Personally, I liked the chapter where Elron yelled, "Hallelujah!" better, bu to everyone there tastes :)

Compared to your other chapters this one SUCKED!!!!!!! Good thing it's opposite day :) Great chapter, keep them coming, etc. etc.

^Opposite day? Care to explain?