#nemania

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Gewundene Kohlenbeere, Nemania serpens var. Colliculosa….how beautiful is the world from this point of view

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Gewundene Kohlenbeere, Nemania serpens var. colliculosa

[shadowphoenixrider]

Been thinking about my SWTOR characters and the partners when they’re the Outlander.

Zavvi as older, stronger. Not just a smuggler, but a smuggler baron. Her lekku are longer with age, wrapped around her neck for safety. Corso by her side, no looking a farm boy but a man, though his brown eyes still twinkle with mischief and his voice is no different.

Feyrl as a dignified Sith lady, just like her mum, but more formidable. This woman has the Murder Walk down pat and she still has her mohawk. Pierce by her side seemingly unchanged, if not a bit more scarred and with tiny glimpses of grey in his hair.

Xuleena seems as ageless as a tree, if not a bit taller and fatter with age. That doesn’t make her any less powerful, however. Felix has aged, though, his black hair greying earlier and wrinkles appearing everywhere. Nothing has dampened his spirit, though.

Nemania’s personality hasn’t aged, even if her body has. She’s new scars all over, and their are new lines around her eyes. Doc pretends he’s the same age as he ever was, but he’s just trying hard to hide the same changes as his wife.

Zamesh has aged just like her mother Feyrl; taller, stronger, looking like she could kill you in one glare. She’s an old warrior now, scars everywhere and the stress in the lines on her face. Similar has happened with Torian, now sporting a well groomed beard.

Seendra has not fared as well as her siblings and mother; hiding in the shadows does not do the body any favours. Her red hair is now short rather than long, premature lines on her face that are deep. Vector has done better, and could easily be mistaken for his younger self. He alone seems to keep Seendra afloat.

Kalketa hasn’t changed much; he still looks as dignified as his mother, and his personality is still as sweet as ever. But time has improved his combat skills, and a battle against the mild-mannered Sith is not always a pleasant one.

Rica is battle-hardened and her fun loving edge worn down. She’s seen enough death and destruction of people she cares about to pull out all the stops and give her enemies more than a little pause.

Tara took a while to step out of her mother’s shadow, but she has eventually, making a small name for herself in smuggling, high risk jobs, and having lovers (of many genders and species) in every port. She’s shied away from choosing a side and entering the main field of combat, but that might soon change...

Kafek has been molded by war and conflict and strife, and still manages to smile and make jokes. His scars have increased, and he’s lost some horns from his head, but the Commander of Havoc Squad is ready to meet any threat face on and bring it crashing to its knees. Elara is the light of his life and he owes her for keeping his good sense of humour alive. She too is older, but no less smarter and only more confident that she is fighting for the Republic and her husband.

Rexan’s shy, quiet demeanour has meant he has not had the easiest time maturing. But thanks to his best friend Luxara and his family, Rexan has not broken. He’s still quiet and reverts to his shyness in some situations, he is now a Jedi Guardian of respectable skill, and no longer suffers crippling self-doubt. He’s just trying to get over his unrequited love for Luxara now.

Luxara’s hot bloodedness has been tempered by time, and with it her combat skills have only grown. The wisdom from her age has helped her and Rexan through some tough trials, and she feels ready to take on whatever comes her way. She feels bad to have turned down Rexan when he finally admitted his love for her, but they are still fast friends, and she knows he will cross that hurdle in time.

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Sleeping headcanons

Because it needed doing. We've got everyone here, from my SWTOR characters and pairings to Akeelah Shepard and Kaidan Alenko (at the bottom because they've had enough attention thank you very much).

Each character's sleepwear and how they sleep together is described.

It's big one, so they're all under the cut.

Zavvi: Pyjamas; a grey t-shirt and trousers

Corso: Same as Zavvi if they are sleeping planet-side, but if he's sleeping on the Skylark, he'll often sleep in just his boxers. In the ranch bed on Dantooine, he did sleep naked occasionally before the children appeared.

Zavvi/Corso: Zavvi wraps herself around Corso, and he has to untangle himself if he needs to get up during the night. Due to his Twi'lek, uh, companion, Corso doesn't tend to move or hog the blankets on the bed. They do part during the night, but only very briefly; Zavvi always seeks out his comforting form.

Feyrl: A comfortable bra and shorts. Ocasionally wears a vest ontop of her bra.

Quinn: Very formal pyjamas. The shirt is long sleeved and has buttons.

Pierce: Usually sleeps naked, though will sometimes sleep in his boxers if he feels like keeping his modesty.

Feyrl/Quinn: They sleep close, usually with the whole length of one leg touching the others. Quinn steals the sheets. When Feyrl's affection towards him cools, the amount of body parts in contact decrease until they are two separate people in the same bed, not touching each other at all.

Feyrl/Pierce: They sleep back to back, as if Pierce spoons Feyrl it tends to lead to naughtiness due mentioned reasons above. However, Pierce tends to unconsciously cuddle Feyrl during the night, and they often hold hands.

Xuleena: A silk white nightgown that comes down to just below her knees.

Felix: Sleeps in his boxers, though occasionally he'll put on a shirt.

Xuleena/Felix: They sleep facing each other, holding hands, most of the time. Occasionally Xuleena will spoon Felix.

Nemania: Only sleeps in her knickers, for some bizarre reason only known to herself.

Doc: Despite what you might assume, he sleeps in his shorts.

Nemania/Doc: Nemania has a very bad habit of chivvying Doc to the edge of the bed and off, so he spoons her a lot of the time to try and curb her behaviour. It doesn't help Doc tends to move away from her in the night, and she follows after him.

Idrarral: Sleeps naked. He's a creep, I'm not talking about him any further.

Zamesh: Shirt and shorts.

Torian: Same as Zamesh interestingly.

Zamesh/Torian: They tend not to snuggle up to one another often, but when they do, Zamesh tends to spoon Torian, and he holds her hand close. This tends to be because Torian is a bad blanket thief.

Seendra: Bra and knickers. If on a particularly dangerous mission and/or circumstance (see Chapter 2 of IA story), she sleeps in a long sleeved top and trousers.

Vector: He tends to sleep naked, but when he sleeps with Seendra he wears soft trousers.

Seendra/Vector: They're often carefully intertwined together, rarely drifting apart during slumber. Seendra is always touching Vector to make sure he's still there.

Kalketa: Naked or with shorts, depedning on his feeling at the time. He sprawls like no-one's business!

Tara: Her choice is a tank top and shorts. She's very mobile when asleep and doesn't stay still. Zavvi didn't call her 'wiggle butt' for nothing.

Kafek: He wears his boxers.

Elara: A vest and knickers for her.

Kafek/Elara: Kafek's very cuddly. He spoons Elara like that's what he was born for. She occasionally scoots away from him, and he'll occasionally lay on his back and stretch, but they always end up together again.

Rexan: A shirt and shorts. He tends to be a calm sleeper, only turning over on one spot, though occasionally he'll curl up.

Akeelah: She likes to sleep in a vest and soft trousers, because she can walk around it in and no embarrass people. However, after the war she starts sleeping naked.

Kaidan: Due to his heightened skin temperature, it varies. In bed, Kaidan usually just sleeps in trousers and occasionally his boxers. If he has to get up for any reason, he'll pull on a shirt and slipper socks.

Akeelah/Kaidan: Kaidan oftens spoons Akeelah or wraps himself around her, though she naturally gravitates to him as he's a beacon of warmth. They'll then separate when they get too warm, which is when Kaidan boots off the covers. Due to this, Akeelah gets cold and suggles up to him again. This cycle repeats many times through the night, but yet somehow they always wake up wrapped up in each other.

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Headcanon - Nightmare Lands, Voss

So I was playing Kafek earlier and running him through the Nightmare Lands on Voss to finish his storyline there, and a thought occurred to me.

You need to do a ritual to prevent yourself going crazy in the lands, right? The ritual involves stuff in the Nightmare Lands itself, so surely you're at risk of corruption whilst you're doing the ritual to stop it.

So I thought about what my characters (and their companions) would go through whilst they hunt for the ritual stuff:

Zavvi: Hears her father whispering telling her she's a murderer and a psychopath and that Corso is plotting to murder her.

Corso: Has hallucinations of his family's death, sees his sister covered in blood accusing him of leaving them to die, and hints similar will happen to Zavvi.

Feyrl: Screams of children, Baras laughing and telling her she will be betrayed by her heart.

Quinn: Hallucinates Feyrl murdering him.

Xuleena: Zavvi murdering her mother, having to stop her sister killing her.

Felix: A Sith choking Xuleena to death.

Nemania: Sees herself kneeling before the Sith Emperor, welcoming her back as his child, Kira by her side.

Doc: See above, with addition that Nemania chokes him to death.

Idrarral: Hallucinates a wall of water coming at him and nearly drowning.

Kafek: Shadowy figures of his biological parents telling him he isn't their child; when he protests that Zavvi/Corso are his parents, the figures turn into them and they repeat it.

Elara: Kafek turning his back on her as the Republic imprisons her, chanting of once 'once an Imp, always an Imp'.

Zamesh: Sees herself as a Sith, who tells her to give in to the Dark Side and that she's a coward for hiding from her destiny.

Torian: Jicoln survives and kills Zamesh, holds her as she dies and implores his son to join him as his birthright demands.

Seendra: Darth Jadus.

Vector: Complete silence, unable to hear the hive nor Seendra.

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Nemania's profile

Name: Nemania (Kimble)

Age: 24

Species: Mirialan

Class: Jedi Knight - Sentinel

Crew Skill: Synthweaving

Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa

Alignment: Light (neutral tilt due to streaks of rebellion)

Bio: Nemania is a Jedi Knight with the title of the Hero of Tython, one which she likes to keep under wraps most of the time. Unlike her friend Xuleena, Nemania doesn't really act as the cliche emotionless Jedi; he shows her emotions fairly openly and gets argumentative and sassy when she wants to. This makes older masters huff and puff, but they can't complain too loudly.

They can, however, point out that she inherited her rebellious streak from her parents. They were a pair of Mirialan Jedi who fell in love and fled the Order so they could have children together, The Order wasn't pleased with this and sent a Jedi Shadow to watch over them to make sure nothing too shady happened, as the two were rather strong and likely to cause trouble if disturbed.

The Shadow followed the pair over to Nar Shaddaa where they found a place to settle and gave birth to Nemania. Unfortunately for them, the parents had made an enemy of a Sith, and he had tracked them down. Seeing they had a child, he plotted to take the child as his own and train her as a Sith, and after gathering some mooks to help him, he attacked the residence. The mother held the Sith and his gang off for as long as she could whilst her husband escaped with the child, hiding her in a pile of rubbish before rushing back to help his wife as he felt he was being followed and didn't want to lure anyone to his child.

Tragically, both of her parents were killed, but the Shadow quickly picked up the infant and spirited her away before the Sith and his gang could find her. He delivered her to the Order on Tython, where they took her in and raised her, trying to instill the Jedi Code into her, but not succeeding completely.

Nemania doesn't allow injustice to just pass her by and can be a bit hot-headed, but doesn't really wade very deep into the Dark side, knowing its dangers. In battle, she makes use of the Ataru form, leaping and dashing through her opponents, keeping them off balance and destroying them almost effortlessly.

Though she stays fairly close to the Jedi Code, Nemania has no qualms breaking the Code, especially the bit about relationships. She has fallen in love with Doc, just about able to spar with him on his level, and being the first if only woman to capture his heart hook, line and sinker.

Server: Red Eclipse

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Dawn (Knight/Doc fic)

(Contains Jedi Knight storyline spoilers for the end of Chapter 2 and start of Chapter 3. Pretty big ones too.)

Doc was worried.

This dark fortress thing he'd be trapped in for what seemed like years gave him the creeps, and the great big Sith Pureblood glowering nearby didn't help things. The sooner he was out of here, the better; Doc didn't fancy himself against an army of angry Sith, and certainly not against that creature which called itself the Sith Emperor. He cursed the Jedi who thought it had been a good idea to go into the Emperor's sanctum and ask him if he'd ever heard of the Light Side of the Force.

He'd been imprisoned with the rest of his compatriots, like the little astromech T7 and the grumpy Chagrian Rusk who were milling about next to him, and Kira the 'Jedi', if you could believe that, and Nemania...

Nemania was the Jedi Knight he'd met on Balmorra with Kira, and she's had attention at her first appearance. She was a gorgeous green-skinned Mirialan with light blue eyes and dark brown hair pinned up in a light bun with two strands twirled around each side of her face.

He'd joined her for the adventure and for the possibility of maybe getting into bed with this beautiful Jedi. He hadn't expected her to flirt back; Jedi weren't known for their carnal desires, but he'd been pleasantly surprised when she parried his flirts with her own, a devilish glint to her eyes that had the medic scrambling over himself. Sure, her companion hadn't been too impressed with him, but Doc didn't really care much for Kira, and she'd made it clear she didn't really like him, so he guessed they were even.

It hadn't been too long before he'd gotten into bed with her, but that was after they'd been into battle with each other, and he'd got to witness first hand her martial prowess.

She was a whirlwind of humming energy; her two blue lightsabers writhing almost like snakes as she dashed and leapt and somersaulted around her opponents, cutting them down in short sharp order and making him forever grateful he was on the right side of her. Sometimes he'd be stunned silent, just watching her deadly dance which made even the scariest mercenaries that caused him pause look positively laughable when contrasted with her grace, her agility.

And whilst Doc had watched this before and bit his lip and imagined all the uses for this dexterity in the bedroom, he'd found her company more and more enjoyable as time went on, even when they were just strolling through the snows of Hoth, complaining that their toes were getting cold. She was gentle and kind and she'd always help anyone who was in trouble and Doc began to not mind the fact that they were going to dangerous places such as Quesh which wanted them to die painfully, and to Hoth with also wanted them to die painfully but with the addition of all their digits falling off. He'd not batted an eye when she asked him to come with her to the Emperor's stronghold.

He had batted an eye when they'd been separated, however. He had batted both eyes when he saw the darkness fall on the Mirialan like a hungry wampa. He had closed his eyes and tried to shut out the noise when he heard rumours that she'd been twisted to the other side.

The Nemania he knew was good and kind. She wouldn't fall to the dark. She couldn't...

After the Pureblood Scourge had released him, Rusk and T7 from their prisons, Doc had kept himself busy by checking vitals, and just chatting to T7 about nonsense things to keep his mind from trying to worry about Nemania.

It hadn't worked.

He was trying not to pace; it was already an anxious time as seconds and minutes ticked away without him making it worse by pacing around a wearing a grove in the floor. But he couldn't help it. Never in his life had he been so anxious, wanting to know where his Jedi was. His Jedi, who he found more intriguing than any other woman he'd known. His Jedi-

When he heard the pair of footsteps, his head whirled around to see who they belonged to, part of him getting ready to run and hide. His heart buoyed slightly to first see Kira appear, looking worse for wear but Doc' skill could fix her up in a jiffy, and then it almost punched a hole through his breastbone when he saw the woman behind her.

"Nem!" And he found himself dashing over to her, feeling his heart miss a beat when she looked up and her light blue eyes locked with his brown. There was a flash of recognition, and he saw the corner of her lips quirk upwards and he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to make sure she wasn't a ghost; a cruel trick.

However, he managed to stop himself when he got up to her, instead going to grab her forearms and look her over urgently.

"Are you alright?" He asked breathlessly, his experienced gaze picking over her green skin for the slightest nick or scratch or discolouration that signalled injury. Anything to stop himself making a fool in front of everybody. It wasn't the time nor the place for what he really wanted.

"I'm fine, Doc. Kira might need your help, though." She spoke, and Doc found that he'd missed her voice. He'd heard only Imperial accents and the shouts of the Sith for so long, and his imagination could only muster a patch-job, never the real thing. As much as he didn't want to, her tore himself from Nemania and turned to Kira.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing serious." She spoke, waving him off.

"Are you sure?" He asked; no-one was going to be left behind today, and he bet his life on that.

"I'm fine." Kira hissed at him, and he backed off, returning to Nemania.

Doc didn't pay attention to much what Scourge said next, though he was as distrustful as Nemania was, not sure why the Emperor's right hand man would now suddenly want to help them escape, but he said little, instead turning his gaze inward.

She was alive. She was alive and his Jedi once more. She looked more cynical and annoyed than he remembered her being, but he chalked it up to their long separation and the fact she'd been at the Emperor's mercy all that time; it couldn't have been healthy for her.

A riot of feelings were bubbling up in his heart and threatening to boil over and start becoming visible on his face, or at least enough so she could feel it in the Force. It was a cocktail Doc had never experienced before, one that was totally alien to him.

It was an overwhelming sense of relief that she was still alive and still liked him, and that he'd be able to run his fingers through her hair, kiss her lips, laugh about how stuffy some Jedi were, watch her in battle, see her smile, that her presence was here with him right now... It wasn't just lust running through his veins, though a need was thrumming through him, but it wasn't a need to satisfy some urge, some craving. No, it was a need to be close to her, to touch her, to immerse himself in fact she was alive, that she was here, that he'd missed her.

He didn't know what to think of these new feelings, though a tiny part of him daring to wonder if was maybe something special...No, it couldn't be. He never fell for any lady, especially not a Jedi who was funny and lovely and could make him laugh and want to go charging into battles for the Republic.

Could it be?

The medic didn't have time to quantify these thoughts as Nemania suddenly demanded that they move, and Doc was caught up in the hurry to get to the Defender, quietly impounded in one of the hangers as the Sith seemingly couldn't be bothered to get rid of it. Everything passed as a whirl as they got on board (Scourge in tow, sadly) and prepped for launch, managing to scarper from the clutches of the dark fortress and leap into hyperspace before forces could mobilise to recapture them.

Doc had returned to the med bay for the duration of this, checking it was still in working order. He was surprised they hadn't stripped the place clean, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. Maybe the Sith were so up their own backsides that stepping foot onto a Jedi's ship to loot it would be 'weakness'. Well, their loss.

He'd checked the quality of the kolto for about the twentieth time when he heard footsteps linger by the door. The medic turned his head around hopefully and was rewarded by seeing his Jedi- Nemania by the doorway.

Doc had to stop himself from hurrying over to her and kissing her silly and telling her how much he missed her, so he did what he did best; bluff.

"Hey there gorgeous! Good thing we got out there when we did; some of those Sith were getting really mad at me telling them they needed a bath. Ol' Doc didn't want to go out in a dark fortress in the middle of nowhere, especially with a Sith's lightsaber in him." He chattered, pretending everything was just fine, that it'd just been a minor inconvenience that he hadn't been brooding over.

He thought his ruse had worked until Nemania closed her eyes and sighed, and he saw lines of tiredness on her face, creasing her tattoos slightly. His smile began to waver slightly, wondering if she sensed his conflict through the Force. He wouldn't put it past her.

"I'm sorry, Doc." He blinked, surprised.

"Why? Why are you sorry?"

"I should never have dragged you into this mission. I should have sent you and the others off."

"Hey now!" Doc cried, taking both of her hands in his own. Oh, it felt so nice to touch her again, even when it was merely glove to glove. "I know you thought this was a stupid mission and it was 'cos all we got was captured by the Sith and tormented for a while, but," he swallowed, "Nem, if I knew all this was going to happen to us, I'd still come with you. Hell, I bet T7, Kira and Rusk would as well. We'd all follow you into that place again."

"You don't understand Doc! I was turned to the Emperor's side!" She cried, gripping his heart with ice. So the rumour had been true...

"Well, you're alright now, unless you're waiting for me to drop my guard so you can tear my throat out-"

"Doc!" She snapped, and he stopped, feeling guilt crash over him. He fell quiet as she snorted with frustration. "I'm alright now, I...had some help." She traced over his feature anxiously with her eyes. "Doc, you must tell me...Did I hurt you? Did I, do anything to you, whilst I wasn't me?"

Doc shook his head.

"No, no. I didn't even see you. All I got was really sarcastic jailors who poked and prodded at me and occasionally shot me with lightning." His smile became wry as he recalled the crackling electricity that had caused such chaos in his body. He'd gained a new respect for defibrillators during that time, certainly.

The Mirialan sighed with relief, a tension clearly lifting from her face and body.

"Thank the Force...Hopefully I haven't hurt anyone else...I was about to go to Kira's torture when I was relieved of my corruption..." She said.

"Well, that's a good thing, right? You didn't hurt anyone, you're free now, and we're gonna go back to the Jedi and tell them it didn't work." Doc replied, trying a grin. "Everything's fine now, right?"

She shook her head, combing her fingers through her hair, slowly messing it up.

"I don't think so...The other Jedi we were with have disappeared, and I fear they've been corrupted too. And I fear there's more going on here than I thought, what with Scourge..."

Doc snorted derisively.

"I bet he's gonna backstab us at the slightest opportunity. I mean, if he's the Emperor's pet enforcer, why does he have to help us? Besides, he's a Sith! It's the opposite of everything we do!"

Nemania drew out a long-suffering sigh, managing a shrug.

"I just don't know, Doc. We'll just have to wait and see."

Finally the weariness in her voice and posture registered with Doc and his brow furrowed, lightly cursing himself for not noticing it sooner. He looked her over, appraising her.

"You should get some rest Nem, you look exhausted. I'll ask T7 if he can watch your door and zap that Sith should he try to murder you in your sleep." He said, seriously now. She shook her head, a wry smile on his lips.

"Don't worry Doc, I'm sure Scourge isn't stupid enough to turn on us whilst on a starship in the middle of hyperspace. But I'm fine, honestly-"

"Oh no, don't you try this with me, Jedi." Doc clucked, shaking his head at her protests. "You are exhausted and you need to rest. After all you've been through, it'll be pretty much essential." He folded his arms, looking at the Jedi Knight from down his nose. "Bed rest. Doctor's orders."

"This is a very bad attempt to get into my pants, Doc." She chuckled, a sound that made his heart skip a beat, but he wasn't going to be swayed from this. He wanted his Jedi to be healthy and well rested. It was the least he could do for.

"As much as I'd love to remind myself just how beautiful you are under your clothes, like I said you need rest, not ol' Doc pawing after you." The medic spoke. "Nem, please. You might not feel too tired now, but you'll know it when it hits you when you sit down and can't get back up. I'd just like you to get some rest and then you can go face the Jedi Council with a spring in your step."

"I didn't realize you were my father, Doc." She teased. As much as Doc would have appreciated her sass any other time (and he did like it now, admittedly), right now it just made him roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Nem, I just..." He sighed. "Look, I haven't seen you for ages and ages, and I want you to be hale and hearty, not looking like you'd been bathing in Balmorra's chemical pools for a day. Am I not allowed to be concerned about you?"

"You are, Doc. I'm sorry, I just..." The medic gently wrapping his arms around her waist, just holding her gently.

"You're tired and you've been through a lot. 'Course you're gonna be a bit squiffy." He said with a little smile, which slowly shrivelled in the serious situation. "I missed you a lot, you know. I was pretty lonely in my cell..."

Nemania gave him a look.

"You missed me?"

"Yeah, I did." Doc nodded. "Was...not the best of times, let me put it that way."

There was a brief pause between them, a consideration, almost. Then Nemania said:

"I missed you too, Doc. Even when I wasn't myself...I knew something was missing."

That made him smile, one that wasn't confident or suave or flirty. He was honestly pleased that he'd found this out, and it made a part of him all twist up inside.

"Thanks...really nice to hear." He replied, nodding. "It's nice to have made a good impression on you."

"Who said you hadn't?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips. Doc ached to see them with their normal purple lipstick on again.

"A lot of people think of me a certain way." The medic replied with a shrug. "But you need rest, or I'll put you to bed myself." His smile finally got the injection of ego it needed. "And I'm sure you're old enough to do that yourself."

"Ugh, fine, you win Doc. But only because you're a medic and I respect your opinion." Nemania huffed, waving off his protestations. "I'll see you later, Doc."

"Yeah, I'll see you when you wake up, gorgeous." He nodded. "I'll wake you when we drop out of hyperspace, how's that? Won't be for a couple of hours yet, you'll have plenty of time to rest."

"That's fine." She nodded, making her way out of the med-bay. "Thanks for the advice, Doc."

"I'm always welcome, Nem. Sweet dreams." He called after her, before he sighed softly to himself.

I think I'm falling for her. He thought to himself. This has never happened to me before. But she's a Jedi, she's not allowed. Damnit Force, why are you not fair!

Kriff, I don't want to mess this up.