There's a tree out back, behind the lake, behind everything which is covered with some odd slashes, which sharp eyes might see as being made by broken glass.
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun...Val was there, curled up in a ball. She avoided the greenhouse. She couldn't even look at it. Of all people. It shouldn't have been Meg. ( Read more... )

It shouldn't be this beautiful. Nothing in the 'verse had a right to be the beautiful. The 'vids didn't even begin to do it justice. The low country of Naboo stretched out before Val, as she stood on the balcony of a house. The Nabiere house, to be exacty. Of all of the kriffing people to meet in the square, tiny Sabe Nabierre would be the one who ( Read more... )

Naboo. Everything led back to Naboo. Or at least that's what Val thought. So, that was why she was sitting on a bench in the middle of Theed's main square. Her editor had sent her there to write on the rebuilding of the planet's infrastructure after the Clone Wars ( Read more... )

So, you know stuff, I don't. Tell me things about my characters that I don't know.

Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker
Mark Cohen
Biggs Darklighter
Qui-Gon Jinn
Lucius Malfoy
Artoo Detoo
See Threepio

It only took three tries to find the perfect flat. Already furnished in a simple, but comfortable style, with a main bedroom, looking out over the Senate, and the living room to the ruins of the Temple. Or what Val thought was the ruins of the Temple. It made sense from the placement. She'd gone shopping with her advance, gotten a speeder, a ( Read more... )

It had been about three days since Val was on Tatooine. The little girl, whose name turned out to be Karina Plainsman, was the daughter of a rich merchant, who booked her passage to Coruscant, in addition to giving her a place to sleep for the night, and food for the trip. They had insisted as well on getting her some new clothes, so she could ( Read more... )

As the door shut, it was almost as if things were going in slow motion. "Oh, kriff. Threepio... no!" She made a mad grab for the door, but she fell through, not onto the wooden floor of the bar, but to the hard-packed earth on the floor of Chulman's Cantina. The occupants of the cantina looked up, laughing, and commenting in a score of languages. ( Read more... )

The door to the Skywalkers' bedroom opens with a sigh, and Val stalks in. "Luke, come on. We're going exploring. And talking to people." She has a stack of papers in her hands and a twinkle in her eyes. "Can't stay in idleness on the Heart of Gold forever."

It's strange, really, being out in all of the people, learning customs and traditions on the fly. It's not overly hard, though. Val's done it before. Memories of one specific planet which had changed deeply, just between the time she and Ender had left their previous stop came to mind. However, with a basket, a story and an innocent look, Val was ( Read more... )

We the people...
(No, it can't be people. Personages? Sentient beings? Antarians? Strange coloured things... Blue. Purple. No green. So very little green.)
In order to form a more perfect planet...
(Utopia. Not possible. Everything can't be alright. Nothing is ever alright. Ender. Starlight. Never alright. Kriffing word...)
Establish justice, ( Read more... )