weetuskenraider: (Lightsaber and Scars (Book Art))
Tahiri had been to Coruscant three times since the war began, and every single one of those had been an infiltration mission. This time was no different. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, majorly tl;dr, and finished. Also kind of half-assed because the original got eaten. Stupid computer. Heavily summarized with bits of dialogue ganked from The Unifying Force by James Luceno, the last little bit by me, and Tahiri will be home tomorrow, yay. Seriously, that final battle is ridiculous.]
weetuskenraider: (Lightsaber and Scars (Book Art))
Tahiri had been to Coruscant three times since the war began, and every single one of those had been an infiltration mission. This time was no different. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, majorly tl;dr, and finished. Also kind of half-assed because the original got eaten. Stupid computer. Heavily summarized with bits of dialogue ganked from The Unifying Force by James Luceno, the last little bit by me, and Tahiri will be home tomorrow, yay. Seriously, that final battle is ridiculous.]
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: (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.]
weetuskenraider: (Almost Smiling In Profile)
After the Knighting came the reception in their honor, and it was just as ornate and ritzy as the ceremony that had preceded it. )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC okay, wow this one is short, yadda yadda. Dialogue from Destiny's Way by Walter Jon Williams, and I am so not above usurping part of the book she's not actually in for the sake of carrying on this week's motif.]
weetuskenraider: (Almost Smiling In Profile)
After the Knighting came the reception in their honor, and it was just as ornate and ritzy as the ceremony that had preceded it. )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC okay, wow this one is short, yadda yadda. Dialogue from Destiny's Way by Walter Jon Williams, and I am so not above usurping part of the book she's not actually in for the sake of carrying on this week's motif.]

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