weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
She'd been on Mon Calamari quite a few times, but a year ago Tahiri would never have expected she'd be sitting in Kenth Hamner's office, looking out at the dramatic red, black, and silver landscape -- what there was of it, because there wasn't much that wasn't water -- of the planet. It was, in her opinion, gorgeous. She wouldn't even have expected to be sitting here a couple of months ago, or even a week. And yet here she was, contemplating the view outside and wondering if she'd have thought the same thing of that view before she'd faced and melded with Riina. )

[OOC: Still NFI/NFB/OOC-okay, still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes. Y'all's gettin' spammed today. I'm so sorry. This is a lot of catchup. :/]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
She'd been on Mon Calamari quite a few times, but a year ago Tahiri would never have expected she'd be sitting in Kenth Hamner's office, looking out at the dramatic red, black, and silver landscape -- what there was of it, because there wasn't much that wasn't water -- of the planet. It was, in her opinion, gorgeous. She wouldn't even have expected to be sitting here a couple of months ago, or even a week. And yet here she was, contemplating the view outside and wondering if she'd have thought the same thing of that view before she'd faced and melded with Riina. )

[OOC: Still NFI/NFB/OOC-okay, still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes. Y'all's gettin' spammed today. I'm so sorry. This is a lot of catchup. :/]
weetuskenraider: (Um - Rubbing Neck)
Tahiri's plan to take her X-Wing straight back to Fandom had been derailed in a pretty dramatic fashion, and boy, was she getting yelled at for it now.

"Kid," Han was saying, shaking a finger at her, "I hope you aren't counting on another lucky break your whole life, because you've just used up whatever you may have had coming."

She really did feel bad about worrying them, so Tahiri was relieved when Leia jumped in on her behalf, maybe more relieved than she should have been considering a memory of Leia hitting her with Force-lightning was still far too fresh. Still, the obvious concern both Solos showed -- mostly in the form of Han yelling about how she'd been insane to jump out of the Dagobah system past a pair of Yuuzhan Vong frigate analogs with her engines half-slagged from a close call with their plasma cannons, and she was lucky she hadn't ended up on opposite sides of the Outer Rim all at once, and she'd better not be thinking of telling any of the kids in Flight Club that this was a good idea, and why making a promise to a Shamed One was so important that she'd been in such a hurry to get away instead of waiting for the Yuuzhan Vong to leave -- made her feel a little better.

Eventually Han calmed down enough to stop yelling . . . )

[OOC: And again, NFI/NFB, OOC okay. Still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes. I kind of adore this book, in no small part because of this bit.]
weetuskenraider: (Um - Rubbing Neck)
Tahiri's plan to take her X-Wing straight back to Fandom had been derailed in a pretty dramatic fashion, and boy, was she getting yelled at for it now.

"Kid," Han was saying, shaking a finger at her, "I hope you aren't counting on another lucky break your whole life, because you've just used up whatever you may have had coming."

She really did feel bad about worrying them, so Tahiri was relieved when Leia jumped in on her behalf, maybe more relieved than she should have been considering a memory of Leia hitting her with Force-lightning was still far too fresh. Still, the obvious concern both Solos showed -- mostly in the form of Han yelling about how she'd been insane to jump out of the Dagobah system past a pair of Yuuzhan Vong frigate analogs with her engines half-slagged from a close call with their plasma cannons, and she was lucky she hadn't ended up on opposite sides of the Outer Rim all at once, and she'd better not be thinking of telling any of the kids in Flight Club that this was a good idea, and why making a promise to a Shamed One was so important that she'd been in such a hurry to get away instead of waiting for the Yuuzhan Vong to leave -- made her feel a little better.

Eventually Han calmed down enough to stop yelling . . . )

[OOC: And again, NFI/NFB, OOC okay. Still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes. I kind of adore this book, in no small part because of this bit.]
weetuskenraider: (Suspicious (It Says So!))
The last time Tahiri had been on Dagobah was seven years ago, and she'd hurt her foot badly in her stubborn refusal to wear shoes; this time, as she moved around her X-Wing, covering it with fallen branches, she heard the omnipresent mud (Dagobah was all over mud and thick with Force energy) under the soles of her boots. It wasn't that she liked wearing them any more now than she had then; it was just that she was old enough to know that sometimes they were necessary.

The last time she'd been on Dagobah, she'd come here with Anakin. A lot had changed in the meantime.

Making her way through the maze of cane and gnarltrees, picking a path over fallen logs and around patches of marshy ground, she reached out into the Force to let it guide her toward a certain cave -- the one Yoda had brought Luke to before she was born, and where Luke had in turn brought Anakin and her so Anakin could confront his fear that the weight of his name might drag him down to the dark side.

It was Tahiri's turn now -- or the turn of the person she'd become, who was not that little girl of seven years ago -- because the concern that the dark version of her from Anakin's vision, or the too-real one from Ben's world, might still come to be was diminished but still real. )

[OOC: NFI/NFB for distance, kinda tl;dr, OOC okay. Adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes, the only book in the NJO series where I really have to work to condense things.]
weetuskenraider: (Suspicious (It Says So!))
The last time Tahiri had been on Dagobah was seven years ago, and she'd hurt her foot badly in her stubborn refusal to wear shoes; this time, as she moved around her X-Wing, covering it with fallen branches, she heard the omnipresent mud (Dagobah was all over mud and thick with Force energy) under the soles of her boots. It wasn't that she liked wearing them any more now than she had then; it was just that she was old enough to know that sometimes they were necessary.

The last time she'd been on Dagobah, she'd come here with Anakin. A lot had changed in the meantime.

Making her way through the maze of cane and gnarltrees, picking a path over fallen logs and around patches of marshy ground, she reached out into the Force to let it guide her toward a certain cave -- the one Yoda had brought Luke to before she was born, and where Luke had in turn brought Anakin and her so Anakin could confront his fear that the weight of his name might drag him down to the dark side.

It was Tahiri's turn now -- or the turn of the person she'd become, who was not that little girl of seven years ago -- because the concern that the dark version of her from Anakin's vision, or the too-real one from Ben's world, might still come to be was diminished but still real. )

[OOC: NFI/NFB for distance, kinda tl;dr, OOC okay. Adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes, the only book in the NJO series where I really have to work to condense things.]
weetuskenraider: (I Think We Might Be Screwed)
It had been a pretty uneventful day by Tahiri's current standards, so far (standards that had now been tweaked to include "Jaina and Anakin's mom is in my class"), and she'd been hoping it would stay that way. By the time she was on her way back up to her room after a lightsaber workout in the salle, she thought she was in the clear.

Seven steps away from the fifth floor, she had to revise that theory.

"Why do I suddenly have a really bad feeling about this?"

She so wasn't asking. Not asking not asking not asking.

[OOC: Establishy. HAD TO.]
weetuskenraider: (I Think We Might Be Screwed)
It had been a pretty uneventful day by Tahiri's current standards, so far (standards that had now been tweaked to include "Jaina and Anakin's mom is in my class"), and she'd been hoping it would stay that way. By the time she was on her way back up to her room after a lightsaber workout in the salle, she thought she was in the clear.

Seven steps away from the fifth floor, she had to revise that theory.

"Why do I suddenly have a really bad feeling about this?"

She so wasn't asking. Not asking not asking not asking.

[OOC: Establishy. HAD TO.]

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