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[u]STAR WARS: DEAD AMONG THE LIVING Chapter 1-06 6: UNNECESSARY EMOTIONS [/u]
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It has been long past the onslaught of the attacks, the “death” tole has reduced, as most of the world has already been infected by the mysterious circumstance. Knowing that getting to high ground was the safest gesture for the group of survivors, the four find haven in an abandoned well tower.
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“We’ve been up here for who knows how long.” said Y’Ddam, a female Twi’lek pilot, and fellow survivor.
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“Too long, Y’Ddam, and I beginning to feel like a flesh-eater myself!” replied a Nikto civilian, who went by the name Sel Rach.
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“If anyone eats anybody, that’ll be me eating you, Y’Ddam.” warned the former prisoner who claimed to go by the name Bor’tre.
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“You wish, if you were the last man in the entire universe, Bor’tre, I’d go with the asteroids!” Y’Ddam fired back, she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them to hide away the tears, hiding her emotions of her fallen boyfriend when the chaos broke out.
He was of the same species, going out to eat on that fateful morning when they chefs found beings to be a new type of food.
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“You just wait, sister…you’ll be mine, they always end up mine.” the criminal insisted.
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“Why don’t you let her go, she’s not your type, and since when did pilots and criminals fall in love.”
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“I am beginning to realize the power of emotions,” stated Jedi Knight Chaz Artepo.
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“Yeah, how’s that?” Y’Ddam questioned, knowing of Chaz’s afflictions.
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“For some, like my late past ancestor, Shang-Troy Thanabo suffered for it because he was the person sitting innocently by the sidelines…”
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“Others like Bor’tre suffer because he can’t win another person’s heart.”
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“Haha, you tell him, Chaz!” enjoyed Sel,
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“I never knew Jedi could make another laugh, Chaz!” Y’Ddam chuckled,
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“It is a Jedi’s duty to find the joy where there cannot be happiness.”
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“Yeah, find the humor in the extinction of the Jedi!” Bor’tre countered,
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“Bor’tre, stop!” Y’Ddam bellowed,
“Chaz is a survivor in a world of survivors, he deserves respect!”
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“Oh, believe me, Y’Ddam, I am not insulted, for the Jedi lost on this world are in paradise, a place I dream of visiting at some point in my life.” the Knight assured.
“Have pity for the one who is blind with his own emotions.”
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“I have just about gone mad with you, you son of a bantha!” Bor’tre growled, his other hand slowly moving toward his concealed hand gun.
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“You’ve all made it your obligation to shun me because I’m a star-ending bantha fodder!”
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“You are not a target, but yet you choose to step into the path of the cross-fire, thus giving yourself a reason to commit the crimes you did in the past.” Chaz countered, sensing the other man’s anxiety to fire his blaster.
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“You’re right, Chaz, I do have overwhelming emotions, and the most to Chaz and that Nikkee over there!” Bor’tre fired back, adding a racist comment to the Nikto.
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“Bor’tre, put the weapon down, killing won’t save Bondo III, but I’ll kill you if I must.” Y’Ddam warned,
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“So scared of a twik,” Bor’tre growled again, he pointed his blaster at the Nikto, and set his finger on the trigger, “Die, Nikkee…”
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In a flash of light, a fiery string of red tore into the flesh of the insane human…
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Sending him sprawling into the pit of the well tower, down to his death…or was death the end?
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Y’Ddam lowered her blaster, sighing with disapointment, and hid it with her spunky attitude,
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“He was getting on my nerves.” and she walked away from the others, to sit alone to drown in her own emotions.
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Walking beside Chaz, the Nikto Sel sighed with his cheeks turning orange with blush,
“I got dibs, since I assume Jedi don’t love.”
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TO BE CONTINUED……………
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