Jordan and Baldwin are going at it like canines and felines. They've been bickering so long it's a wonder they got any work done at all. Lawrence II asked me if they were going to get married.. *groan* Well, they must have found some time to turn a bolt or two, because the place is coming along nicely. A bunker is also being dug out near by, following the same pattern as the old armory building- that was the building that survived the blasts best. Those construction droids I weasled out of them Jawas are doing the trick nicely.
We've been working on Jaelon's bunker as well. Getting the place "livable" or something like that. Zan says that if the air is breathable, the place is livable, and the rest is a matter of comfort. Still, having the White Thunder network patched through the rest of the way ought to make the place a little more cozy.
Heh, that reminds me. I'm either gettin' rusty, or Jaelon's getting sharp, because he caught me off-guard and ambushed me last time we met up there. Of course he didn't hurt me- wasn't trying to or anything -just out he jumped and tackled me from nowhere before I knew what was going on. Needless to say, I was impressed. Heh, and he still calls me "master"! *she chuckles to herself* Yet he says that's as I'll always be to him. I swear I'm turning into an old pile of mush because there's not a single time he's said so when I haven't had to fight back a tear.
Speaking of being master, I seem to have been volunteered to teach another. I'm unsure about it... more like uneasy, when I think about it. He's Kealahou's son, and sent to me on Kealahou's own recommendation. One voice in my head says to seize yet another oppertunity to pass on my knowledge as is my duty. The other voice in my head tells me to use caution when dealing with anything Kanekoa, lest my own tricks be turned against me in the end. I told the boy I'd help him of course- I can never bring myself to turn anyone away completely when they ask for my help. I mean hell, you might remember what I went through with Oretto. I myself remember what happened with Dromi... and perhaps I'll talk about that sometime.... but not now. For now, it will suffice to say that when dealing with my weakness like this, I'll have to consult a few voices outside my own head before I decide just what to do about this young Kanekoa.
Such reminds me of something- a person from the past at about that time, she has come up and been found right under my nose, and I never knew it. Damn near invisible to me, I thought she was a droid, or in possession of a Taozin amulet, or something. It turns out she was none other than-- well no, I won't say until I know what's going on. I'm just glad I know where to find her now.
Though, I do have to admit, it could have been under better circumstances. Keren had been beat up or shot up or something. I went down to this Roadhouse place. Seemed a bit of a hotspot. Anyway, I wass called in by Keren, as if I was to be on patrol or something, but when I got there he said I was off-duty. Well, taking advantage of the casual-ness of the situation, I nagged him to the med center when he started coughing up his heart. That's when I ran into her.
Anyway, I'm still not clear on what happened to Keren. I didn't want to ask him around all those people. If he was gonna tell me about the bothan's latest force-trick on him right there at the bar, I feared to even ask what he'd been in trouble for lest.... well.... lest he tell me. I'll have to bring up both, again, some other time. Preferably some time when I am not calling him Sir.
Hmmm... I feel like there's something I'm forgetting to add, but it slips my silky mind at the moment. All I know now is that I'm tired. Too tired to think about it, and too tired to go back in my logs and try to figure out what important details I haven't yet added. I have to shut down my mouth for a while so I can concentrate on not shutting my eyes. So with that, goodbye.
*END*
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We've been working on Jaelon's bunker as well. Getting the place "livable" or something like that. Zan says that if the air is breathable, the place is livable, and the rest is a matter of comfort. Still, having the White Thunder network patched through the rest of the way ought to make the place a little more cozy.
Heh, that reminds me. I'm either gettin' rusty, or Jaelon's getting sharp, because he caught me off-guard and ambushed me last time we met up there. Of course he didn't hurt me- wasn't trying to or anything -just out he jumped and tackled me from nowhere before I knew what was going on. Needless to say, I was impressed. Heh, and he still calls me "master"! *she chuckles to herself* Yet he says that's as I'll always be to him. I swear I'm turning into an old pile of mush because there's not a single time he's said so when I haven't had to fight back a tear.
Speaking of being master, I seem to have been volunteered to teach another. I'm unsure about it... more like uneasy, when I think about it. He's Kealahou's son, and sent to me on Kealahou's own recommendation. One voice in my head says to seize yet another oppertunity to pass on my knowledge as is my duty. The other voice in my head tells me to use caution when dealing with anything Kanekoa, lest my own tricks be turned against me in the end. I told the boy I'd help him of course- I can never bring myself to turn anyone away completely when they ask for my help. I mean hell, you might remember what I went through with Oretto. I myself remember what happened with Dromi... and perhaps I'll talk about that sometime.... but not now. For now, it will suffice to say that when dealing with my weakness like this, I'll have to consult a few voices outside my own head before I decide just what to do about this young Kanekoa.
Such reminds me of something- a person from the past at about that time, she has come up and been found right under my nose, and I never knew it. Damn near invisible to me, I thought she was a droid, or in possession of a Taozin amulet, or something. It turns out she was none other than-- well no, I won't say until I know what's going on. I'm just glad I know where to find her now.
Though, I do have to admit, it could have been under better circumstances. Keren had been beat up or shot up or something. I went down to this Roadhouse place. Seemed a bit of a hotspot. Anyway, I wass called in by Keren, as if I was to be on patrol or something, but when I got there he said I was off-duty. Well, taking advantage of the casual-ness of the situation, I nagged him to the med center when he started coughing up his heart. That's when I ran into her.
Anyway, I'm still not clear on what happened to Keren. I didn't want to ask him around all those people. If he was gonna tell me about the bothan's latest force-trick on him right there at the bar, I feared to even ask what he'd been in trouble for lest.... well.... lest he tell me. I'll have to bring up both, again, some other time. Preferably some time when I am not calling him Sir.
Hmmm... I feel like there's something I'm forgetting to add, but it slips my silky mind at the moment. All I know now is that I'm tired. Too tired to think about it, and too tired to go back in my logs and try to figure out what important details I haven't yet added. I have to shut down my mouth for a while so I can concentrate on not shutting my eyes. So with that, goodbye.
*END*
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