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Oct 19, 2012 23:01:47 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 19, 2012 23:01:47 GMT -5
Var took the proffered cup of tea and couldn't help but smile a little too. Avy was just... So different from the Jedi she'd known.
The purple Twi'lek wasn't serious or stern, and wasn't demanding. She was loving and tolerant, accepting of Var for exactly who she was, not demanding she change in any way. It was odd, surreal even, to have such acceptance. The only time she'd felt that way...
Was in prison when her mother had come.
Avy was a mother. She was exactly like the loving arms of her own flesh and blood, only a Jedi rather than a normal civilian woman. Her kindness was natural and flowing rather than adopted or contrived. Sincere, deep, vibrant.
Varulla'aba had not once encountered another Jedi like that. If she had, well, she might never fallen away from the light. But Avy was right. She couldn't dwell on that. The hand on her hand just reminded her that she was living in reality, and that you couldn't undo the flow of time. Nothing could change what she'd been and what she'd become.
But she could choose to change what she was, to grow fully beyond what she'd been.
"You're right Avy," Var said, the name feeling a little awkward on her tongue, as if addressing a superior Jedi that way was somehow dangerous. "But I can control what happens next. And I want to be a good person. I want to live a normal life."
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Oct 26, 2012 2:40:58 GMT -5
Post by Zarkana on Oct 26, 2012 2:40:58 GMT -5
A smile crossed Avy's lips as she looked to the young woman, hearing her words of wanting to live a normal life, which for her was all that she wanted others to do, to live the life that they felt right with. It wasn't Avy's place to tell Var that she was wrong with the life she had chosen, and that she should give herself back to the Jedi Order or seek repentance. For her she had found that little niche that she wanted, the life she felt right for her.
Avy took a small sip of the tea before setting it back down as she looked to the young woman. "I will be returning to the Jedi Temple in the morning, though I believe that I'll have many more reasons to return to Manaan. The history of this world, the people whom have been so warm and welcoming, and a young Twi'lek, if she'd like some further training."
She set her cup down and spread out the wrinkles on her robes from her sitting as she stretched a bit before she returned to her comfortable seat as she leaned back. "Of course that is if this particular Twi'lek would wish for more training, it is a choice which they must make." Avy gave another smile as her attention returned to the young orphan that she had taken in, ready to take him to a new life which would change his, and who knows, maybe in the long run save him from a life that Avy might have known.
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Oct 26, 2012 18:47:48 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 26, 2012 18:47:48 GMT -5
"I'll have to think about that offer... Avy," Var said uncertainly.
The pale Twi'lek hadn't been anticipating such an offer. As far as she'd been concerned, her training had ended. That chapter in her life had been cut short rather than completed. But she'd accepted that, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it now.
On the one hand, it might help her to control herself, to defend herself if the Sith ever came for her. But by the same token, it could make her into a Jedi again, and she didn't want that. She liked her new life now. There was Donnie, there was a promising new career. Var didn't want to give up on that.
"I actually have to get going now, my roommate will be waiting on me. I, um, borrowed her swoop today. She was probably watching the race, and I owe her an explanation now. But thank you for the tea."
Var rose to her feet and headed over to the door and opened it, pausing in the doorway.
"May the Force be with you."
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Nov 15, 2012 21:48:06 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Nov 15, 2012 21:48:06 GMT -5
-- Earlier that Day --
Donnie was out of her element.
Wholly, and completely.
It'd been a month since she'd gotten "the news", and by the doctors estimate, that meant she was 18 weeks, or 4.5 months, pregnant.
She'd realized, sooner or later, she'd need to buy " All that baby crap".
Stroller, Crib, Changing table, Diapers ( they were on sale ) bottles, boob pumper that looked like a sex toy, baby clothes, the list went on. One of the wives of a coworker had given her a crib already, it was sitting in the storage unit of the apartment.
She'd also furnished the large twi'lek with a list. A rather long list, as a matter of fact, of what she'd need. The facts were that costs were rapidly spiraling out of control.
Donnie scoffed at the price on a stroller, in the " Manannise Mommy ". The ONLY baby store in the city.
The hutts have to be involved in this...499 for a stroller...
She muttered to herself in Huttese, while groaning from her bra, which felt like it was designed to squeeze her to death.
" Oh, Hi there! I didn't see you!"
An overly cheery Mirilian said, striding over.
So a 6 foot tall pregnant twi'lek with DD's walks into a store...and she doesn't notice...we've got a live one here, control She thought to herself.
Donnie was about to say just that, when she suddenly got hit by a wave of nausea. Nothing overpowering, her morning sickness had properly ended a few weeks ago, but traces of it would come back and bite her every now and again.
The result of this, was her managing to get out...
NO, Iz hokay
The woman just smiled warmly.
Hormones, dear?
Donnie was stunned for a moment, staring at her. She thought the woman would be mad.
Don't worry about it, happens all the time, hon. This your first?
Donnie only registered the last portion of the sentence, and with her response, wiped the stupid look off her face.
Huh?
The woman chuckled lightly, and gestured to her somewhat swollen midsection.
OH....Righ...yah, eed ess.
Donnie said, nodding slightly, and feeling like a moron. She started reflexively playing with her right leeku.
Well, you look like your totally lost.
The woman said with a chuckle, continuing.
Why don't you let me see the list your holding, and see if we can't find you what you need.
She finished warmly, however, nearly before she finished, Donnie had other plans.
Hey...Ahh...look...Erreythin'ere....cra'spensive-
The woman cut her off, waving her hand in front of her to stop Doneeda.
We have a used section. I'm sure we can find some things there for you...
She said, gliding over to Donnie and putting her hand on the small of the woman's back.
If you just head on back here...
- A little later -
With the majority of the "list" taken care of, Donnie was making good time to get home to watch the race. It was a shame, to her, that she wouldn't be able to actually compete, but watching a local race was the next best thing, she thought, as she walked into her preferred lingerie and nightwear shop.
The tightness around her bust had gotten to the point where it was unbearable. Her chest was sore in a bra, and out, and she needed to fix that.
A few minutes later, she was standing in front of the full body mirror of the changing room, a crooked frown on her face.
She was OBVIOUSLY pregnant. The belly hadn't swollen past her boobs yet, more like half the way, but there wasn't any hiding it. She thought she was, but it was obvious she was kidding herself. Then, she turned around.
Oh goddess...
Was what rolled off her tongue in Huttese.
She was normally quite well endowed in the posterior department, granted. But, it was a bum that had definition. Yes, she always had a bit of a ghetto booty, but suddenly it became obvious where her body'd been storing all the extra weight she'd gained over the past 4 months. She'd easily put on at least two extra inches to her hips...all of it fat.
At least it's not flat.
She thought to herself, putting her regular clothes back on and looking at the size on the Bra.
38 DDD
I'm only four and a half months... She thought with a slight groan...
- Present -
Doneeda was in a huff.
She'd gotten home, fixed herself some of the tea Var recommended, took off her pants, got comfy on the couch, and turned the tube on, to watch the race.
And what she saw, at first, seemed unreal.
It was Var. Racing.
Racing on Donnie's SWOOP.
She'd dropped the cup, and it smashed, but that'd long since been cleaned up at this point. The more insane fact was that she'd WON.
Somehow, on a swoop that wasn't calibrated for her mass, that she'd, so far as Donnie knew, hadn't driven before.
The Amazonian Twi'lek had been pacing for the better part of two hours, trying to figure out how she felt.
Part of her was elated. Elated that her first child, her orange swoop, the ONE THING she'd brought with her from Corellia, was still in once piece and OK. Part of her was Furious that Var hadn't asked. The audacity to steal, what she damn well knew, was Donnie's most prized possession, astounded her. Then, there was the fact that Var won. Like a silver lined cloud hanging out over top of Donnie's fuming rage.
She had to give it to Var, it was a well run race. There'd been a few dodgy moves, flaky corners, once she nearly overshot a corner, but all in all, Donnie couldn't fault her for her performance. But, that didn't change the fact that Doneeda was confused about how to feel.
She leaned up against the counter, beside the sink, in the smallish kitchen, and absent-mindedly rubbed her belly with her left hand, still considering her " Official Position" on the subject.
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Nov 15, 2012 23:16:40 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 15, 2012 23:16:40 GMT -5
Var had tip-toed up to the door of the crappy apartment she lived in with Donnie, and to her chagrin she'd sensed that the other Twi'lek was not only inside, but she was also awake. That meant there was a very serious chance of danger.
The pale woman hadn't forgotten the time Donnie had bashed her head in with a fire extinguisher, though admittedly it was probably Var's fault for trying to strangle her. OK, definitely Var's fault.
There really was nothing for it, no way to tiptoe around the issue. She had to go in, explain herself, and be assertive. Possibly point out how much worse it could have been, and definitely remind her that the swoop was safe and sound and completely unscratched.
Var keyed open the door and walked straight in and up to Donnie with as much confidence as she could muster. Then she spoke, as rapidly as she possibly could, in her usual Huttese, as she always did with Donnie since the girl's basic was somewhere between 'atrocious' and 'mangled.'
"Sorry I borrowed your swoop Donnie, but it's safe, not a scratch on it, everything is good as new. Also we can afford the rent now and I think I can get a job racing."
The white-skinned Twi'lek winced as she braced for the inevitable barrage of outrage and indignation over Var's thieving, despite the good results.
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Nov 15, 2012 23:34:55 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Nov 15, 2012 23:34:55 GMT -5
Doneeda heard the door open, and stood up straight as Var marched in and delivered her speech. Which, wound down a few of her nerves. Hearing the Swoop was actually ok was one, and the second was that they could afford rent.
She exhaled slowly, and massaged her temples for a moment before speaking.
Var...
She started, trying to figure out how to put to words what she was feeling.
I'm just going to start by saying that I'm not mad, but I am disappointed.
She paused, then leaned back onto the counter with her bum, bracing herself with her hands.
I saw the race, Live. I know how you did...now, that's not to say there weren't a few moments that I thought I was going to squirt junior here-
She gestured to her belly.
- Out prematurely due to the pucker factor, but, as far as the race is concerned, well done.
She pointed at var at this point.
However. You. Stole...MY SWOOP!
She said, practically yelling the last part.
THAT IS NOT OK!
Donnie Stood up and turned her back to Var for a moment, pacing down the kitchen, then back again, and put her left hand on her hip, and pointed at Var with the other.
If you knew, if you had ANY idea the amount of work, and effort and FRAKKIN' MONEY I put into that thing,....GGGGHHHAAAA!!!! Var, That thing is the only thing I managed to get off Corellia!
Doneeda returned to her position leaning against the counter, and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, to try to calm down.
Look. Frak. I'm not going to beat a dead bantha, what's done is done, but if you want to make a career out of this, your going to need help, probably mentally, but also with your piloting. You've got natural talent, probably more than me, but that's all spice in the mine if you don't get some training to use it.
Donnie stopped for a second, turned around, pulled out a glass of and turned the tap on, filling it. She turned around, and took a sip, then continued.
So. Not ok with you steeling the swoop. But, rent is paid, and you might have a decent job, so all in all it could have gone worse.
Donnie said, shrugging at the end.
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Nov 16, 2012 0:36:42 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 16, 2012 0:36:42 GMT -5
Well, that didn't go as badly as Var anticipated. Namely there was no fire extinguisher.
Granted, Donnie did yell, but Var deserved it and she'd anticipated it. Had the positions been reversed she probably would have yelled too, at the very least. Maybe pulled out the fire extinguisher actually...
Var nervously glanced around the room to make sure there weren't any of those lying around. Luckily there weren't.
The thing was...
"I had no choice Donnie. I needed a job, and if I hadn't done this we would have been evicted. But I can get a job with someone now that people know me. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if-"
Her comm chimed loudly and the Twi'lek pulled it out of a pouch and activated it, the voice on the other end speaking.
"Dia Amersu?"
"Yes," Var confirmed her alias.
"Great. My name is Lasha, and I'm with the Incom Corporation. We just got in some footage of a very interesting swoop race today, and we wanted to contact you about a possible sponsorship, if you're amenable."
Var's jaw nearly hit the floor and her eyes widened, but she promptly replied.
"Sure, when do we meet?"
"I'd like to discuss it with you next week, I'm actually going to be out there anyway. Can I meet you at the swoop track?"
"Yes, of course," Var said eagerly.
"Good, then I'll see you then. Take care."
The comm went dead and Var looked at Donnie.
"God is very fast these days," She said with a smile.
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Nov 16, 2012 0:52:09 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Nov 16, 2012 0:52:09 GMT -5
Doneeda looked on in stunned silence as an Incom representative spoke to Var about sponsorship.
You've got to be frakking kidding me.
Was all she managed to get out.
The same day Var steals her swoop, randomly enters the first race she's ever been in, then anonymously leaves and heads home, she gets a call from INCOM.
Var, do you have any idea what this means? Incom is a manufacturer, that means manufacturer support! Free bikes, parts, tools, the works!
Even though there was still some lingering frustration with her swoop getting stolen, Donnie was becoming excited. Even if it was just for Var and her success, manufacturer supported racing teams pretty much dominated professional swoop racing, Incom wasn't the best, but they did manage decent finishes in the manufacturers cup.
Donnie couldn't resist, she had to hug her lovably backwards friend. She'd managed to pull it out of the fire, with class to boot.
When she practically lept across the kitchen at Var to hug her, she saw a moment of hesitation, but that passed while Donnie squeezed the crap out of the woman. After a moment or two, she put her down, and backed off to a chair in the kitchen, spinning it around and sitting in it backwards.
So, swoop racing. We've got a lot of ground to cover, first off, how did mine feel to you?
Donnie asked, Var's response would help her assess what sort of machine would better suit the smaller framed woman.
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Nov 16, 2012 5:51:54 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 16, 2012 5:51:54 GMT -5
Donnie asked if Var knew what that call meant, and she nodded with a rare smile. As it happened, she did know what it meant, because she'd been studying swoop racing for a few days now.
Promising riders could be selected by sponsors, and they'd be given good salaries, top notch equipment, and in exchange they raced on a team. If Incom wanted her, then Var could get put onto that team and she'd make steady money, honest money achieved without hurting anyone.
Before Var could say anything, a pregnant six foot Twi'lek without pants on practically vaulted over the table and squeezed Var into an enormous hug, literally lifting the shorter woman up off of the floor. Var's arms were pinned against her sides, and her toes dangled, but at long last Donnie put her down.
The tan Twi'lek was strong. Deceptively so, because while her frame didn't seem like a professional athlete, if she hit you with, say, a fire extinguisher, you went down and stayed down.
Var smiled and listened to Donnie's question, trying to describe what she didn't fully understand herself. It was like a blind man who'd newly regained vision trying to discuss the colors he'd just seen for the first time.
"It felt a little... Odd to me. I felt like I had to reach, and it felt a little weird between my legs. It was almost like it was too big and I couldn't get it to respond fast enough, I kept feeling like there was a delay between what I wanted it to do and what it did, particularly when I was making turns."
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Dec 4, 2012 22:02:30 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Dec 4, 2012 22:02:30 GMT -5
Doneeda nodded, noting Var's observations. They made sense. Donnie was a big girl, and rather strong to boot. She'd learned to ride on big, heavy swoops, and was used to it. She even preferred them to the lighter variety.
The flipside, which Var had astutely noted, was that they tended to be a handful. Donnie's swoop in particular was, even as far as she was concerned, at the upper limit for weight. This wasn't an issue for the much larger and physically stronger of the two, but she could see how it would be for Var.
I know what you mean, my swoop is HUGE, but I prefer straight line speed and sliding through corners, so it works for that pretty well. You also have to remember, mine is setup for the illegal variety of racing, where top speed and acceleration tend to be more important than anything else. A racing swoop, like what Incom will probably have for you, will be much more nimble and sharp, as well as physically smaller and lighter.
Donnie paused, thinking of how she could help Var, then coming up with an Idea.
What I think, you need, is some wheeltime. I think it'd be a good idea for you to go test drive some swoops, I'll tag along with you tomorrow, and we can go to some dealers and see what you like. I've got a few in mind already that would probably feel 100% better than mine does.
Donnie finished, taking a sip of her water.
The amazonian twi'lek was surprised, and a bit weirded out with, the turn things had taken. She never, in a million years, thought she'd be helping Var choose a swoop so she could race for Incom.
Then again, she never thought she'd be pregnant.
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