Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 22:31:40 -0500 (EST)
From: "Landon C. Darkwood" <darkwood@shadow.net>
Subject: Short Val Day Fluff...
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(All characters are mine and my players', anything Star Wars is (c) of
LucasArts, and any mention of the New Imperium is credited to Eric Lee
Cline. Minas Tirith comes from Tolkien.)

Lara walked into the gunner's turret of the Minas Tirith II. She was 
tired, sore, and just generally beaten. Repairs, restocking....the list 
of work was endless. Even the next cargo shipment Landon was getting 
would have to be unloaded by someone, which meant her and Landon.

In orbit around some Force-forsaken moon, hiding from screening fleets of 
the New Imperium. Wonderful way to spend a day. The ship seemed 
so...empty. Adol, Maranda, and Adar were gone, doing who knows what in a 
public shuttle, galavanting through the system on some holy quest. 
Landon, herself, Meris Tiegon's crew, AJ, Trevor, and the Space Hawk crew 
were all sitting like drunk Banthas here, all because Darkie got afraid 
of being spotted.

She satisfied herself with having the turret clean and turned to leave. 
Out of the corner of her eye, a piece of paper, folded up, caught her 
attention. She opened it and began to read.

WHEN I (2/14/96)
by Landon Christopher Darkwood

The theme of day decides a mood
Borne all of light and airy feelings
Reaching out, infecting everyone in joyful strain.
We cruise down halls of lightest warmth
That are like that because of day
Created by a saint of love, in rest now lain.
This mood lifts all to shining
With a light that binds between a pair
Of beings, souls who stand in gentle rain.
This flood of love drowns out the number two
As members of a couple take one hold
For life no longer torn by lonely pain.
I stand in seperation, as love goes by, unchecked
By scene or surrounding repressive
To all things of loving mind insane.
Desire flies into the rooms already caught by love,
A fleeting thought that's gone with next rung bell,
Whence all go forth, possessed by hatred's bane.
What is this thing that binds all people,
Some in lesser form, but all the same,
And is that coveted feeling mine to gain?
Reflecting on all those in bonds of love
Connecting pairs, I find I'm satisfied; they have their joy,
And this, apart, not mine, with me remains.
And time eternal with whatever love is, remains.


Well, I hoped you liked the fluff. As always, comments and flames are 
welcomed with open arms. Happy Valentine's Day, all!


"When everything seems to be going along well,
that's the perfect time to panic."
              -Voren Na'al, New Republic Historian

Captain Landon C. Darkwood 
Adol Larynth, Jedi Knight
darkwood@shadow.net; a027280t@bcfreenet.seflin.lib.fl.us