The blaster bolt may have damaged Barba Gord's spinal column, neccesitating for her to be in a mobile bacta tank just to have a hope of slowly regrowing the crippled nerves, but her mind was as sharp as ever. And she had always been good with entering the Force, flowing through the ever-shifting knowledge that threaded it and sending her astral form wherever it was needed. She found other survivors of Order 66. He'leno Kly was the daughter of a Jedi and a Sith who had turned to the Light Side, determined to avenge her parents. Dinah Lanke was another legacy Jedi, her mother and husband killed during the Purge. Along with Zinda B'ckhwk, their faithful pilot and part-time smuggler, they dedicated themselves to combating the Empire's tyranny wherever it cropped up.
The Tantive IV's capture was large news in the underground press. Leia Organa's imprisonment without trial would've been a controversy if the Empire hadn't suppressed all news of it. So it was up to them. Using the Force, Barba placed an authorization for a food shipment to the Death Star. Por'tt chips, for the Grand Moff's sensitive stomach. Of course, when delivering Por'tt chips, Jedi experience was a plus.
Once inside, they simply traded their uniforms for those of the weak-minded and said they were there to transfer the prisoner. Darth Vader almost proved a problem, before Barba hacked his armor. At Yavin 4, there was a celebration to mark Leia's safe return. The Corellian spice-wine was flowing so freely that Dinah almost didn't notice the mouth kissing her was a woman's until the Princess pulled away, smiling wryly.
"For luck," she said. "We still have a Death Star to destroy."
Of course, that was before some scruffy-looking nerf herder, his walking carpet, and a Tattooine farmboy led the Empire right to their doorstep, but that worked out okay. Even if He'leno never did quite get along with Master Bru-wan Kenoyne.
It happened shortly before Donna Troy died. They'd settled Greta into a new apartment, one just a short drive away from St. Elias (which was reviewing her request for mid-semester entry, signed by Wonder Woman, Superman, and Red Tornado). He was sweeping the apartment for bugs while she felt, more acutely than usual, the fabric against her skin. As he installed a security system, she put her hand on the wall near his head. The wallpaper felt surprisingly smooth.
"I'm kinda gonna miss being a hero. Getting to hang out with you guys..."
"We'll still hang out," Tim said quickly.
"I know, but I'll miss talking about playing baseball to save the world and fighting monsters..."
"We'll have other stuff to talk about."
"I guess." The wallpaper was getting damp. Maybe it was just her hand. "When I had Steph's soul inside me, I could feel that she was a nice girl. So, you're really lucky."
"I know," he said with a small grin.
"And, sorry again..."
"Apology long since accepted.
"You know I can have a normal life now? With normal friends and an education and going to see movies and all that stuff. I can touch people."
"Have fun," Tim said kindly.
"I've never kissed anyone. And you don't have to, but I want my first kiss to be you. It'll be cool if you say no, I won't eat anyone's soul, pinkie swear."
Tim stopped what he was doing to focus all his attention on her. She gasped as his hands rested on her shoulders. "You're sure?"
"Very sure."
"Okay then."
His hands moved up to her face, holding her cheeks in a moment of communion. She did the same, although she had no idea where to put her hands so it would be romantic and he wouldn't notice that weird hand-smell. Greta moved forward, managing to be as romantic and assertive as she wasn't until she got within just a few inches of him. She hesitated for an eternity, but it only took a few moments before Tim went the rest of the way and kissed her. It felt odd. Warm and emotional and almost as good as the real thing, if she ever found the real thing.
They pulled away, laughed, and never spoke of it again, except in shared smiles.
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:30 am (UTC)(PS: Hi, I friended you.)
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Date: 2007-12-29 11:29 pm (UTC)Why would you do a damn fool thing like that? :)
The blaster bolt may have damaged Barba Gord's spinal column, neccesitating for her to be in a mobile bacta tank just to have a hope of slowly regrowing the crippled nerves, but her mind was as sharp as ever. And she had always been good with entering the Force, flowing through the ever-shifting knowledge that threaded it and sending her astral form wherever it was needed. She found other survivors of Order 66. He'leno Kly was the daughter of a Jedi and a Sith who had turned to the Light Side, determined to avenge her parents. Dinah Lanke was another legacy Jedi, her mother and husband killed during the Purge. Along with Zinda B'ckhwk, their faithful pilot and part-time smuggler, they dedicated themselves to combating the Empire's tyranny wherever it cropped up.
The Tantive IV's capture was large news in the underground press. Leia Organa's imprisonment without trial would've been a controversy if the Empire hadn't suppressed all news of it. So it was up to them. Using the Force, Barba placed an authorization for a food shipment to the Death Star. Por'tt chips, for the Grand Moff's sensitive stomach. Of course, when delivering Por'tt chips, Jedi experience was a plus.
Once inside, they simply traded their uniforms for those of the weak-minded and said they were there to transfer the prisoner. Darth Vader almost proved a problem, before Barba hacked his armor. At Yavin 4, there was a celebration to mark Leia's safe return. The Corellian spice-wine was flowing so freely that Dinah almost didn't notice the mouth kissing her was a woman's until the Princess pulled away, smiling wryly.
"For luck," she said. "We still have a Death Star to destroy."
Of course, that was before some scruffy-looking nerf herder, his walking carpet, and a Tattooine farmboy led the Empire right to their doorstep, but that worked out okay. Even if He'leno never did quite get along with Master Bru-wan Kenoyne.
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Date: 2007-12-29 02:03 pm (UTC)Tim Drake & Darla Aquista (um, do you remember her? If not, then Tim & Greta works nicely as well...)
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Date: 2007-12-29 11:17 pm (UTC)"I'm kinda gonna miss being a hero. Getting to hang out with you guys..."
"We'll still hang out," Tim said quickly.
"I know, but I'll miss talking about playing baseball to save the world and fighting monsters..."
"We'll have other stuff to talk about."
"I guess." The wallpaper was getting damp. Maybe it was just her hand. "When I had Steph's soul inside me, I could feel that she was a nice girl. So, you're really lucky."
"I know," he said with a small grin.
"And, sorry again..."
"Apology long since accepted.
"You know I can have a normal life now? With normal friends and an education and going to see movies and all that stuff. I can touch people."
"Have fun," Tim said kindly.
"I've never kissed anyone. And you don't have to, but I want my first kiss to be you. It'll be cool if you say no, I won't eat anyone's soul, pinkie swear."
Tim stopped what he was doing to focus all his attention on her. She gasped as his hands rested on her shoulders. "You're sure?"
"Very sure."
"Okay then."
His hands moved up to her face, holding her cheeks in a moment of communion. She did the same, although she had no idea where to put her hands so it would be romantic and he wouldn't notice that weird hand-smell. Greta moved forward, managing to be as romantic and assertive as she wasn't until she got within just a few inches of him. She hesitated for an eternity, but it only took a few moments before Tim went the rest of the way and kissed her. It felt odd. Warm and emotional and almost as good as the real thing, if she ever found the real thing.
They pulled away, laughed, and never spoke of it again, except in shared smiles.
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Date: 2007-12-29 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 04:47 pm (UTC)Let's see... if you've watched enough Kim Possible that you think you could snap a quick one out, I request Shego and Spoiler.
If not, my backup is... Babs and Red Sonja.