Guest Poster: Claire the Intern

Hi! The Lt. Cmndr’s Intern here. Today she’s agreed to let me post something, and yes, it does pertain to Star Wars.

So the Oscar nominations just came out… Star Wars Episode III and Trisha Biggar understandably hoped to be considered for best costume design. So, the nominees came out today for Costume Design and they are…

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Memoirs of a Geisha

Mrs. Henderson Presents

Pride & Prejudice

Walk the Line

Notice something missing?

Walk the Line?!? That couldn’t have been hard to do costumes for, there is a row of resale shops/flea markets in northern Colorado that sell those clothes/costumes. It's not hard to find left over clothes from that time period. I could look in my friend’s parent’s attic, and poof, instant movie wardrobe.

In my opinion (which I know doesn't count for much), the only two movies that should absolutely be on the list are Memoirs of a Geisha and Pride and Prejudice (though the costumes *aren’t* period for P&P, but that’s a different issue). Both had beautiful costumes with intense attention to detail. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, ehhh, good, but shouldn’t be here over Star Wars, same with Mrs. Henderson Presents. And Walk the Line, ugghh, the costumes in Tristan and Isolde should be on the list instead of Walk the Line.

So let’s review the voting member’s of the Academy Awards choices..

Bad.........................................................................Good












































I suppose I should just acknowledge that this is Hollywood, and they don’t always value quality over whatever you’d call a tee shirt and jeans. Oh well, sorry Trisha, I think you should have been nominated and won.

My honest hope is that maybe there is another costume catagory Trisha Biggar will get nominated for that I don't know about. Alrighty, my rant is done now, I'm going to get another cup of coffee. Thanks for listening, this is the closest thing I get to therapy, not that I need it or anything.

Always Learning

I'm sure you all have figured out by now that I’m big on lists. And I’m starting a new one for Big Brother: Naboo. It pertains to what not to do when locked in a house with lots of cameras and people you don’t know that well.

Don’t assume you’re alone, you aren’t. So don’t dance around the place early in the morning with pop music on your headphones you’d normally deny listening to while still wearing what you sleep in. Trust me, it’s a bad idea.

Don’t try to break up fights, people get fussy with you. Leave them to it until they wear themselves out.

Trying to reconnect with an ex probably shouldn’t be done in front of cameras, even if you don’t think anything will come of it. Something awkward could happen.

You will feel bad voting people off, and I fully anticipate nasty letters when and if voting is revealed, but that’s why I have clones to protect me.

Don’t let Jar Jar pick the movie.

Don’t assume what you’re sitting on in Fluke, Jon and Typho’s room is safe.

That’s it for now. I’ll update the list in the future as I come across more things not to do.

A Conversation

This is the content of a conversation I has with another Big Brother contestant recently. As you all have probably figured, Captain Typho, Dante, and I have a bit of history, actually, quite a bit of history. I’ll eventually get around to telling you all about it. Thanks to Capt. Typho for providing his responses.

The screen fades out on Tristan and Isolde. Most of the household members looked relieved and leave the living room area. The movie drove me crazy.

“I can't believe this makes people cry. So Tristan dies in the end, at least she's still alive, especially after what they were caught doing. Marke wasn't such a horrible guy, couldn't she jut suck it up and deal? There were some benefits to the marriage.”

Dante looked over at me, “Aren't the benefits hollow if you're not with the person you want to be with?”

I wasn’t moved, “But her choice put the one person she loved at great risk. And why do her needs surpass those of the ones around her?”

He picked up a brownie and munched on it thoughtfully. “Are real people so selfless? Maybe it's because I'm an only child, but... you have to look out for your own happiness. Does that make sense?” He offered me one and continued, “She was being used. That was bound to cause problems anyway.”

I accepted it, “Thanks,” I pulled off a piece and ate it. “I don't think most people are so selfless naturally, and I normally have no problems with people looking out for themselves, but there are situations and positions that require a person to be selfless, and she was in both. There is a down side to being a princess; that she'd marry someone she didn't fancy shouldn't be a surprise. Yes, she was being used, but for a greater good.” I looked down at the brownie, “Is there something I should know about the brownies?”

Dante shrugged, “I heard there's "spice" in them, but I'm sure that's just an urban legend. You know, like the one about a Gungan's finger being found in a batch of Kamino Fried Chicken? They sell these in stores, so there couldn't really be narcotics in 'em, right?” He licked his fingers, “Damn, that's good. What was I saying before?” He paused, then continued, “Yeah, about the girl. I wouldn't handle being used for the greater good, not that way. Of course, I fully expect to die taking a blaster shot for Padmé, uh Senator Amidala, so I guess I don't know what I'm talking about. But at least no one's forcing me into an arranged marriage. To me that's worse.”

I looked at him, “So, hypothetically speaking, if Naboo were in that situation, and the proposed solution for peace was for you to marry someone, a human, on another planet, you wouldn't do it? And if you did, would you then proceed to have an affair?” I was starting to feel a bit strange. I looked at the brownie, it appeared normal. I looked back up at him to hear his response.

He was looking down at me, “I'd try to uphold my end of the deal, I'd mean to, but... Let's just say Naboo would be in trouble sooner or later.” He winked at me and helped himself to another brownie.

I sat down on the couch, and absently polished off the rest of the one I had. “So, even for the sake of the safety of the people on your planet, you couldn't mind your manners? I'm surprised, well, yeah, surprised, I totally took you as someone who'd be faithful in a marriage, so that's a bummer. But you agree that you'd go ahead with the marriage. So you'd be just as bad as her, not speaking up and accepting your fate, then getting mad and rebelling. She was selfless for a moment, then decided to be selfish again, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way.”

When I looked over, he was rummaging through the fridge and came out with Padmé’s margarita mix. He offered some to me, I declined. He came over and sat down next to me on the sofa. “I would be totally faithful in marriage, provided I was marrying someone I wanted, who wanted me. Without that chemistry, how can it work, even if it's for the benefit of "everybody"? Something would go wrong.” He paused for a moment, then pouted, “Hey, you really think I'm selfish?” I couldn’t tell if he was serious or a bit buzzed.

“Don't pout. No, I don't think you're any more selfish than the rest of us. A little bit of selfishness can be a good thing.” I really wanted to ask him if that was why he’d ended our engagement, but I thought better of it. I reached over and took a piece off his brownie, they are a bit addictive. “Are you sure there's nothing up with the brownies?”

He shrugged, “Naw, the brownies are fine.” He reached over and brushed a brownie crumb off my lip. Weird, I think that’s the first time I’ve actually had any physical contact with him in years. “You looked like you were going to ask me something just then?” He sipped his margarita and looked pointedly at me.

The internal debate sparked back up, the part of me that really wanted to know versus the part that didn’t want to deal with an old hurt. I realized that I’d removed my hair pins and was putting them in order. The curious side won out, but barely. I looked over at him shyly, “Is that why you broke up with me?” My resolve to know was getting weaker, but my mouth kept going, “I didn't get a chance to ask, and then I couldn't ask, and then so much time passed, and then it didn't seem right to ask, but then all I got to do was make up reasons in my mind, and they can't all be right.” I braced for his response.

He looked like he’d been expecting the question, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. “You just didn't care anymore, Jardena. Everything was more important to you than us. I can understand putting your family first -- I'm not going to go there. But for you, if there was a choice to be made between the military or us, it was going to be the military. Between the government and us, it was going to be the government. It was always something else. You always found something else to focus on.” He kept going, “There was always a reason to put what we had last. The funny thing is -- and I'm just now realizing this -- you see that as being selfless. I saw that as a lack of commitment. I tried to reach out to you to explain later, but you cut me off. I respect that. I shouldn't have done it the way I did.”

In my mind, everything stopped. That wasn’t a response I’d anticipated, and damn did it hurt. Mentally, I tried to regroup, “But I put in for discharge when you proposed, and it was rejected. I've put in papers for discharge every cycle for the past five years and they've all been rejected. I mean I’ve finally gotten a potential discharge date, after 5 years of trying.” I was pretty confused, it didn’t make sense, “How could you have contacted me after the fact, a month after we broke up, my unit was capt...” I trailed off, he didn’t need to know about that situation. “I couldn't leave the military, it had nothing to do with commitment, I thought you knew that. I was more than ready to walk away from the Navy, but people who go AWOL end up in jail.” I felt so lost and sad, I put my head in my hands, and closed my eyes, trying to refocus. I then looked over at him, “I wish you’d told me this then.”

He looked unimpressed, actually, he was looking a bit defensive, “I would've gone AWOL for you. So what? It's a big galaxy. I would've been willing never to set foot on Naboo again. I should be much higher ranking by now, but when we were together, I tried to make things smoother with us. What did you turn down for me? I burned bridges. That's why I'm just a bodyguard now. No one respects me.” For a moment, a series of emotions flickered over his face, then they were gone.

At that point, I had my best moment of clarity. There were cameras all over catching this. Neither of us should have to deal with the problems that’ll come from airing our dirty laundry on the holonet. I quickly, and I hope, subtly ran through the options I’d added to my iPod, finding what I wanted, I initiated a jamming program. Chaos erupted from the production room, the camera man ran off. I looked back at Dante, and felt a wave of frustration and sadness. “No matter what you say, you didn't want to give your family up forever, never be able to go back to Kaadara. And I didn’t want you to do that, and then realize I wasn’t worth it.” Then a thought struck me, “How did you try to contact me? When I was finally released, I had messages from everyone but you.” I realized that I was at a point where I could make this conversation better or worse, so with a wave of my hand, I dismissed the question, “It doesn’t really matter now.” Looking at his face, I felt bad, he looked almost as sad as I felt. I reached out and gently touched his face with my hand, “Dante, I've always respected you, even now. Why do you feel that no one respects you?”

He closed his eye briefly as I touched his face. I heard the few people in the room shuffle away. When they were gone, he responded, reluctantly, not looking at me. “Frankly, I'm not very good at my job. And I know what people think. I'm sure you heard what happened with the assassination attempts on Senator Amidala. If it wasn't for the Jedi, she’d be dead. Cordé certainly is. That’s my fault. I can’t escape that.”

“It's not your fault! And you accepted the Jedi’s assistance, others might not have. Sometimes there are battles you cannot win, no matter what you do or how hard you try.” I gave him a hug. I think it startled him for a second, but after a moment, I felt him touch my hair lightly.

“I miss your optimism,” he said, and I suspect might have even smiled for a moment. “I... miss other things about you too, but it's probably not wise for me to say anything else. You’re right -- there are some battles you can’t win. This may be one of them.” He stood up a bit awkwardly, “I guess there really is something to this brownie rumor. I don’t quite feel like myself.” He looked like he was going to leave.

I’d regretted not saying what I wanted the last time he and I talked, so I wasn’t going to let him leave without at least asking what I wanted to know now. I stood up and then stood in front of him. “Wait, before you go and ignore me for the rest of the show, when you say that this might be one of those battles that can't be won, are you referring to our conversation, or to us?” I stopped, but then, looking up at him, I decided to continue, “I need to know if you’ve completely moved on from us.”

He paused, then sighed as he looked down at me. “I’m talking about us. And if you must know, if I’m being honest with myself, the answer is to your question… is no.”

“And Jardena? If you think I could ignore you, well, you’re wrong.”

I smiled at him, “Good to know.” Then I stood up on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, “Me either,” then kissed him lightly on the cheek. I took my iPod out of my pocket, searched through the menus, then clicked on the right command. From the production room we heard the crew react, “Sweet Gungan gods! We have video and audio back up!” I winked at him and went to my room.

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Dante watched her leave with a thoughtful expression on his face. It wasn’t until later, when he was back in his room that he started to wonder which question “me either” was supposed to answer.

Pondering Not So Deep Thoughts

Where: Laying on my bed staring at the ceiling

Feeling: Like I just ran 15 km, and I’m *yawn* worn out

Listening: Switchfoot, On Fire

I’ve learned something while on Big Brother. In the one hour of show that the public sees, there is tons of stuff happening. Then there are days of nothing happening at all that the public doesn’t see. I’m finally starting to understand why this is considered a challenge. There are only so many things to do in the house, and after a while, you get kinda tired of playing Uno over and over again with people who constantly change the rules. Fortunately, the house has a small workout space. While there isn’t much of a selection of things to use, it does have a treadmill, so I can run until I’m too exhausted to argue with any of the other housemates. It will come as no surprise to watchers of the show that very few of the contestants use the room. I’ve seen Jon and Typho in there, but that’s about it.

During one of my long runs, I started thinking about what I’d do if I won. I have no idea what I’d do with the money. I’d definitely get out of the Navy, but after that, I'm not sure. I’ve been in the Navy all of my adult life. I’ve spent most of the time trying to get out of the Navy, but have been so focused on that process that I haven’t given much thought to what I would do when I did get out. Time to think of a plan, I decided.

Things I’d like to do, hmmmm…..
Not have to carry a side arm all the time
Get to choose what clothes I wanted to wear
Go barefoot
Travel, though that might require the side arm
Maybe be a dance teacher again, that was fun
Have a big bed with a fluffy comforter, lots of pillows and high thread count sheets
Not do anything related to computers

Ideally, I’d like to get married, settle down on the coast, have kids, nothing particularly exciting. I like the thought of not very exciting, it sounds like a life style that lets you sleep in, not worry about IEDs, wear pajamas all day. Hmm, I think I will be a bum if I win. I’m a realistic girl, though, and I know I won’t win. But I am happy that now I have something else to day dream about while not listening to my superiors. And now I have a plan for when I do finally get discharged from the Navy.

So what would you all do if you won Big Brother:Naboo? You get the house and one million credits.

While you all ponder that, I think I'll just lay here and not move.

*30 seconds later: sound asleep*

Finding the Pool

I’m being a bum and spending most of my time outside today. Noel and I finished the room as best we could, but we just couldn’t manage to get it all done. It’s been lovely outside for the last couple days, and now that I’m as finished as I’m going to be with that room, I want to just hang out in and by the pool. Jar Jar swears there is one, somewhere.

It took me some time to find said pool. It’s located up the hill from the main housing, so it’s got a great view, but makes it hard to find. It’s also far enough away that I don’t have to listen to people in the house argue.

When I was little, I was always afraid of water predators getting me while I was in the pool, doing things like eating my feet or dragging me under. Then I grew up, discovered science, and realized the average pool has enough chlorine in it to do in even the most feared sea creatures. I like science.

I went up fairly early in the morning. I’d decided I wanted to go through my yoga routine outside. I was a bit surprised to find Obi-Wan already there, asleep in a lounge chair. On closer inspection, I realized that he’d probably been there most of the night; the morning dew clung to his robes. I went through my routine undisturbed.

I made it through half the day before someone came looking to see where I was. Soon others were making their way up to the pool. Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted. I think a pool party may be developing.





And yes, there is a hot tub.

Tagged

Pvt. Hudson Tagged me, all while observing the 90 ft rule, very impressive. I've never been tagged before, so here goes.

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life
Handmaiden
Dance Teacher
Intelligence Ops (Republic Navy)
Computer Ops (Republic Navy)

Four Places You’ve Lived
Deeja Peek, Naboo
Kadaara, Naboo
Various Star Cruisers
Coruscant (will be living)

Four TV Shows You Love To Watch
CSI:Coruscant
NCIS
Mythbusters
HoloNet News

Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation
Kadaara, Naboo
Planet Disney
Corellia (for a day or two)
Alderaan

Four Blogs You Visit Daily
Wedge Antilles
Jon Intergalactic Gladiator
Fluke Starbucker
Captain Typho (because some day it *will* be updated)

Four Of Your favorite Foods
Corn Bread with Honey
Sashimi
Almond-Kwevu Crisp Munchies
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies

Four Places You’d Rather Be
The Beach
The Beach
The Beach
Santorini

Four Albums You Can’t Live Without
Albums? How about the 4 most played artists on my iPod?
Dido
Shakira
Mindy Smith
tie: Juanes/K T Tunstall

Four Vehicles You’ve Owned
Only one, a DB9, and that's all I want

Four People To Be Tagged
Wedge
An Army of Cl(one)
Epsilon 775
And none of the above have to do this, I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do

Fear the Squirrels

Ever since I met Master Yoda several years ago, he’s done nothing but complain about how useless Obi-Wan is. I only worked with Master Kenobi once, and while his methods were unorthodox, they worked, and that mission was a success.

When we all moved into the Big Brother house, Master Yoda was still complaining bitterly about Obi-Wan.

“Useless he is, unless scratching his own bum a paying job can be”

“Never amount to anything, he will”

“Doofus”

No wonder Obi-Wan doesn’t try all that hard, no incentive.

So why am I talking about Obi-Wan, you ask? Well, apparently he does have some talents. He’s great with animals; he can work with them and teach them anything. And apparently he’s quite good making miniature lightsabers.

I discovered what this all meant when I went out to the pool one morning. Grievous’ cat might not want to mess with the squirrels in our backyard. The one with the purple lightsaber looks particularly talented.

Movie Night

To give us something to do, the show producers decided we should have a movie night. They selected the movie to show us. We were excited, this wasn’t some old release from the movie store, it was a new to the theaters movie. So what did they select for us to watch? Tristan and Isolde.

If you haven’t seen this movie and want to and/or are unfamiliar with the legend, I’d recommend NOT reading this post.

The positives: I’ve never seen clothing from that time period that looked pretty or flattering, so nice costumes. Good fight scenes, though I’d hate to have to use a sword, I’m very partial to my blaster. Good character development, you get a pretty good idea of why people do what they do, mostly.

The negatives: Too many tryst scenes. Yes, I get it, you are really into each other, really into each other. But it was all very unrealistic. In a town that small, you wouldn’t be sneaking each other gifts in the town center while your beloved lady is standing next to her husband, who also happens to have raised you when your parents were murdered.

I won’t tell you how Tristan falls in love with Isolde (no magic potion, though) but he does. Then he goes to Ireland to win the hand of the King’s daughter for his King, Marke, the guy who sacrificed a hand to save him, and raised him after Tristan’s parents were murdered, by the Irish, no less. Tristan wins the competition for the mysterious daughter, then realizes it’s Isolde. She marries Marke, and they should live happily ever after. Her marriage is supposed to end hundreds of years of war. Then the angst ensues as Tristan and Isolde pine for each other, blah blah blah.

I couldn’t stand either character, but mainly because I could not relate to either. Isolde is married to Marke to end a horrible war that has left countless people maimed, murdered, or sold into slavery. And Marke is a nice guy, pretty darn cute, and is hopelessly in love with her. And to be honest, I’d choose Rufus Sewell over James Franco any day. I don’t understand why she can’t just suck it up and be happy many innocents are now living to the ripe age of 30 before dying of natural causes becuase of her marriage. I’d marry a clone if I thought it’d end the war that’s currently splitting the galaxy and be fling free. The peace your marriage ensured would also mean the man you loved but couldn't have, at least wouldn't die a violent death, which would make me happy. At least he's safe. And here’s why I’m not a romantic princess, my happiness is completely irrelevant when weighed against the lives of millions of beings. So, yes, I had slight issues relating Isolde.

Tristan, *sigh* Tristan, he needed a strong slap upside the head. I understand him being in love with Isolde. But she’s married to a man who saved his life, sacrificed a hand in the process, raised him, loved him as a son. And Marke lost his pregnant wife in the same raid that Tristan lost his parents in, so holy crap man, don’t have an affair with this particular man’s wife! Of all the people to betray! Fortunately, in the end, Tristan did the right thing.

When my intern went and saw this movie, she reports that the row of high school girls behind her was weeping at the end, full out weeping. Her only comment was she couldn’t believe how long that movie made 2 hours and 5 minutes feel.

Padme was crying at the end, and while Noel looked a bit misty eyed, she wasn’t crying. Fluke was trying to ‘comfort’ Padme. And most of the guys looked as relieved as I felt that the movie was over.

I hope this is the only movie night we have to endure.

Clone PSA: The Evils of Manpris

Today’s PSA is to warn you about the evils of manpris. The Lt. Cmndr also wanted us to talk about the evils of capris, but they are no where near the nastiness level of manpris. We actually have permission to shot men sporting manpris on sight, no questions asked by the Lt. Cmndr. We’re only allowed to taunt women wearing those capris things.

We have no idea where the manpris originated. Might have something to do with us shooting first then asking questions, we tend to get that order a might confused when we encounter something so horrific. Currently the manpris epidemic has spread through out the core worlds despite efforts by the CFC (Centers for Fugly Control). We hope by alerting you to it's sinister existence, you’ll be an informed public that can help us thwart the spread of this problem.













Very few things could make the manpris worse, but we’ve seen a few things we’ll share with you that can make manpris yuckier
-Socks with sandals
-Pulled up black socks with boat shoes
-Plaid flannel shirts
-Pink tee shirts
-Flared manpris

We hope this has helped you understand one of the many dangers that could be coming to your very planet. Be vigilant, be informed, only you can prevent manpris!

Criminal of unknow origin, most likely from Planet DontaskDonttell


Oh, and we found this site after we wrote our post, apparently others are trying to spread the word. And we used her pictures, so we say thank you to Danielle and salute her efforts.

And today’s safety message, always get your masks fit tested by your Industrial Hygiene officer, its for your own good, and she needs something to do.

Warning! Self Pity Ahead

I’ll be the first to admit it, my social skills are not the best out there. No, I don’t scratch my bum in public or ask embarrassing questions about an Admiral's much younger trophy wife at formal gatherings, but I lack a certain level of finesse. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. Being on Big Brother has forced me to realize I don’t know how to flirt well. Part of me thinks that this is perfectly explainable, after all, I did go to a school where the guy to girl ratio was maybe 10 to 1, at the best of times. I didn’t really ever have to work at getting any attention, I got it by default. The other part of me thinks I’m trying to rationalize my inherent geeky-ness.

I do try, and one of two things happen, either I’m a tad overly aggressive/flirtatious/obvious, and the guy is not interested or is a bit weirded out by it all. And the rest of the time, I’m just bad at it, I completely mis-read signals that people project.

Still being in the Navy, this isn’t a huge deal, that guy to girl ratio is still very skewed. But outside the Navy, I have no idea what to do. I can’t even flirt successfully with my ex, and that’s someone I really ought to be able to flirt with somewhat decently. Needless to say, I have no idea how to be cute and charming and funny with a guy I might like who isn’t too interested in me. I’d ask Padme, but she’s perpetually buzzed, and most of her tips on guys seem to involve margaritas in all sorts of different uses. According to her, that drink is nearly as handy as duct tape.

Maybe I shouldn’t leave the Navy. It seems to be the safest place for me and my less that stellar social interaction abilities.

And, yes, I'm done feeling sorry for myself now.

Onward to things more fun and mischievous

Being Lazy

Ok, so I don't have anything super interesting today, and no Clone PSAs to give you either. So I hope this tides you over for the day, and that Bill Amend forgives my trespass.

Lack O' Strategy

So I’ve been in the Big Brother house for 2 days now and have just realized I have no idea what I’m doing here. Yes, I know, my clones signed me up, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I have no strategy. Apparently you’re supposed to have some type of plan to win these things. How does one go about winning living in house? Dust the best? I’m really stuck on this, I have no idea how to come up with a winning Big Brother strategy. This really bothers me, so I called my ditzy intern. Very little help there, her advice was to be nice and not to weird people out too much. That and to stay away from any and all alcohol. I have an itsy bitsy issue with alcohol, as in I have no tolerance. I’m sure it’s worse now because I’ve been in space so long and haven’t had any in the past two years. It’s not life threatening in any way, I just get giggly and then fall asleep. So I guess that was a prudent piece of advice from the intern, I’ll keep that as part of my strategy, the only part so far.

The people in the house are quite a mix

JJ: Nice enough, apparently he makes spiced brownies for a living. I don’t know much about them except that we are not allowed to feed them to clones under pain of an extra tour of duty.

Jango Fett: Very quiet, brought his son to the house. Seems like an efficient person

Fluke: Interesting sort of guy. I think he knows Sabe, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard her mention him at some point or another

Noel: Very sweet, very quiet and very smart

Jaba: Umm, he’s a Hutt, he’s loud, and thank all the powers to be, he was given his own bathroom, he doesn't fit in the regular one

Obi-Wan: Cheeto eating beer drinking Jedi, and he brought the bantha. Nice but not the sharpest crayon in the box

Jon: I’ve actually met Jon before, he’s a very nice honorable guy, very cunning hat. I think he’ll do well in this contest

Padme: Pretty smart, though she seems a tad too partial to tequila these days. And she talks in her sleep. By the time this is over, Noel and I will know way more about Padme’s life than we ever wanted to know…

Yoda: He’s getting crotchety in his old age.

Grievous: Despite his claim to have retired, I don’t buy it. It’s like the Twi’lek signing legend Elvis, even when fat, ill, bloated, and claiming to be retired, he was still the King, commanding legions of screaming fans. I’m keeping an eye on Grievous

Last and certainly not least, is Typho. Currently Padme’s body guard, a former member of the Naboo military, and my former fiancé. Part of me wants to jump in his arms, give him a big hug and a bigger kiss, but please remember, I have been in space for some time. Another part of me (a small part) wants to punch him for dumping me because of ‘long distance issues’, in other words, because of my job. And then, fortunately, there is the part of me that’s in charge that keeps me calm and is employing the ‘be polite’ routine until a realistic plan can be made on how to deal with this. He’s another thing I have no strategy for, totally clueless. Usually, I’m excellent at coming up with a plan, but I guess I'm not so good when the situation doesn’t involve guns. I’ll have to work on that.

Things You Shouldn't Use Clones For

So, like I mentioned before, I get in a small amount of trouble for misuse of Republic property, my clone unit. After getting my seventh notice for the problem, I've decided to start a list of what one should not do with clones. As always, please feel free to offers ideas and insights, and my intern will update the list.

1. Not for use as a pit crew (though they are very good at it)

2. Not to be used as dress-up mannequins

3. Not to be used as flotation devices

4. Not to be used to save a seat on the transport for you

5. Not to be used for WWE style wrestling shows

6. Not to be used to tell used to tell the cute pilot/engineer/doctor that you think he's cute, apparently it's too '6th grade'

7. Not to be used as a babysitter

8. Not to be used as a dance teacher

9. Not to be used as a chinchilla tamer

10. Helmets are not to be used as a percussion instrument

Updates

11. Not to be used for paparazzi purposes

12. Not for paintball target practice

13. Not to be used as a personal substitute in the event of an unattractive blind date

14. Not to be used to test the safety of food

15. Not to be used in a chorus line

16. Not an acceptable substitute for a garden gnome

17. According to Padme, clones are not to be used to send secret messages to your secret husband. I'll keep that in mind if I acquire a secret husband.


Oh, and my ditzy intern wants to know if you want to hear about my time in Big Brother: Naboo in addition to my normal random musings. So let her know

*Always do everything you ask of those you command*
-George S. Patton, General, USArmy

Through the Door

We landed in Coruscant 12 hours later. Told you I was close to making it without incident. I had my belongs packed and ready to go hours before we were to dock. The plan was to stop by my new quarters, my apartment, drop off my belongings, and then head down to the civilian space port and catch a ship to Naboo. And I was to have an escort for my trip to Naboo. Not for any legitimate reason, just that the Admiral didn’t want anything happening between now and the time I arrived at the show. And I could even guess who my escort was.

We stopped by my new apartment, dropped off my things, and then headed towards the space port. As we left the apartment building, I looked at Mal, trying to gauge what type of mood he was in, good, bad or indifferent. He looked pretty content. “I need to go shopping at some point. There is no way I’m going to spend all that time in a uniform. You don’t have to go with me, and I don’t need much time, but,” he cut me off. “I figured, we’ll have time when we get to Naboo.” That caught me off guard, I was prepared to have to argue for a change of under clothes.

The ship was boarding when we arrived. We got in line and followed the crowd. Mal had all our travel information which had been provided by the Admiral’s office. Actually, I should say his secretary, that’s the only person there. Gunny Olson is very practical, and very thrifty. So when I saw that we’d be on the Coruscant Space Concord-class ship, I was starting to wonder. When I asked Mal about it, he was a bit evasive. When we were greeted at the entrance, the flight attendant inadvertently explained everything. “Welcome aboard, Cmdr. Andros, Mrs. Andros. Heidi will show you to your cabin.” I’m not sure what bothered me more, the Olson’s travel arrangement for us, or the fact that the stewardess didn’t address me by my rank, I was standing there in my uniform. I opened my mouth to say something, but Mal already had a hand on my back and nudged me down the aisle into the plane.

I spent most of the flight ‘adapting’ my iPod. We’re allowed one personal item, one weapon, and a pet, if we so fancy. I’m not bringing a pet, I don’t have one. Yes, I am brining my personal weapon. And my iPod will be the personal item. Hopefully they don’t look too closely at it. I improved the battery, it’ll last forever now. It now runs on the same stuff that powers the Star Cruisers. And my iPod does do other things… just nothing I care to elaborate on here. Don’t want to get it confiscated.

Mal and I also spent some time talking. We decided to leave things as they were, as friends, and decide after the show if we wanted to start dating. That works for me, it gives me time to think about things while I’m at the house. I should get at least a few weeks in at the house before I get voted out. Apparently the viewing public also gets a vote. I wonder if my clones will be able to watch? I wonder if they can vote…

We landed in Theed and proceeded to the Markets so I could get some normal clothes. It didn’t take too long. I had to have something that said Navy on it, rule # 3 that I wore fairly often, so I figured I’d bring a tank top that said Navy and wear it while I slept, that does count, I am wearing it for an extended period of time. I changed, packed up my uniform in one of the shopping bags, and we caught a shuttle to the town where the show is taking place. A car at the little space port took us to the house.

As we approached the house, I was starting to have second thoughts about the show. Standing in front of the door, I turned towards Mal, opening my mouth to tell him I wanted to go back to Coruscant, when out of nowhere the ball of energy that is Padme came bouncing out the door. “Oh My God! Ranae! You’re going to be on the show, too? Oh my God, we’re going to have, like, such an awesome time. You totally have to be my roommate. Come on, I’ll show you our room.” She reached for my arm. I managed to give Mal a hug and a quick kiss. Padme, oblivious to what was happening, began to pull me towards the door.

“Bye!”

And then he was gone and I was through the door, into a completely different world.

I can do this, it'll be fun. I'm going to find out who my roommates are

My Smart Clones

I got called into my CO’s office today. Almost made it to Coruscant without getting into trouble, *thisclose*. Except, the thing is, I’m not sure what I did. Since I’ve been back on the ship, I’ve been pretty busy dealing with intercepted encrypted transmissions. After 10 hours of that, my eyes hurt, I have a headache, and everywhere I look, there are little symbols floating on the walls, not conducive to causing mischief. I’d normally go talk to the Health and Safety Officer to resolve the eye problem, but she was killed on Lok and hasn’t been replaced. Body armor failed when she took a shot to the chest, but what do you expect from a company called Second Chance body armor? The worst part is that there was a recall notice for the stuff when we got back on the ship. But I digress; apparently I’m in trouble.

I knocked on my CO’s door and waited. After some time, a very disgruntled Admiral Putnam came out of the office. He gave me a frustrated look, and moved on. I was then called into the office. I shut the door very securely behind me.

Mal sat at his desk, looking a little worse for wear. I stood in front of his desk, waiting for him to speak. He just looked at me, a bit bemused. “What did I do?” I finally asked. “You can sit down, Jardena. And it’s not what you did, it’s what your clone unit did.” I looked around at the seating options. There was a stiff uncomfortable chair directly in front of his desk. Against the wall was a small government issue sofa, not very pretty, not very comfortable, but very practical. I chose the couch. Mal continued, “Have your clones been acting strange, anything out of the ordinary?” he paused, looking at me, “Well, stranger than normal?” I thought about it for a moment, “Well, when we got back from Ansion, they’d gone through my room. The only thing I think they took was my formal Navy portrait. Why? What’d they do?” I was getting nervous.

Mal stood up from his desk, a datapad in hand. He walked over to where I sat and handed me the datapad. It showed an entry form, complete with my personal information, the stolen picture, as well as a release form to participate signed by my commanding officer. “I don’t understand,” I said, “I didn’t sign up for a contest.” Mal sat down on the sofa, “And I didn’t fill out the release form. Your clones did.” I stared at Mal in complete surprise. “What!?! My clones managed to fill out a GS6 all by themselves?” He nodded. I sat there, stunned. “Putnam was in here to see if I had agreed to this. Since we were on the planet when the GS6 was submitted, we are in the clear. He’s not sure how to deal with your clones. They show a high level of ingenuity and independent thinking. He thinks perhaps we aren’t using them to their full potential.” Mentally, I was making a note to have my clones do my taxes this year, but I paid attention to what Mal was saying.

“So, what did they sign me up for?” I was having bad visions of some type of a makeover show. “Big Brother: Naboo. And you will be allowed to participate, but there will be some rules for you, the Admiral insisted. He sees this as a potential recruiting tool for the Navy, so you’re to keep your opinion of the Navy to yourself. There are other rules, they’ll be sent to your datapad for you to look over.” He looked at his watch, then stood up. “I’m going on duty soon, so I need to head up.” He extended his hand to help me up.

The situation was finally sinking in, I was going to get off the ship, going to get to go home, and do something completely new. This was going to be fun, who cares if I have no idea what the show is about. Big Brother? Sounds like being on this ship, I can handle that. I must have been smiling. “Uh oh, I’ve seen that look before,” Mal teased. I playfully punched him lightly in the stomach, “Whatever, I’ll be good.” I paused, “I’m really excited about this.”

Inappropriate Clone Use

Ok, so I got a little notice in my mail today, apparently I've been misusing my clones, wasting their time and such. Whatever, I've been teaching them important life lessons.

And they're having fun! Why can't I use them as a pit crew? And I even got them sponsorship, they love their little outfits.

Oh, and apparently I'm to stop dressing my clones up like various holonet cartoon characters. Where do they write all these rules? I can never find them, but I always seem to break them. It's all very frustrating.

Random Things

Well, I've decided to spend some time trying to figure out who I am as a person. And what better way to determine my true, unique, inner nature than with a bunch of online quizzes. I suppose that belief says something about me as well.

First, my romantic name. I had to go with my last name, my first and last names were just strange





My monster name







Third, what type of princess am I?


The Traditional Princess
You are generous, graceful, and practical with both
feet planted firmly on the ground. You tend to
be a little on the old-fashioned side. You
value home, hearth, and family life and love to
be of service to others.
Role Models: Snow White, Maid Marian
You are most likely to: Discover a hidden talent
for spinning straw into gold.

What Kind of Princess are You? - Beautiful Artwork (Original Music is BACK!!!)
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Wow, I'm not even an exciting princess. I even pointed out that I don't get locked in towers, I'm usually the one who locks people into towers. Maybe that's a traditional princess value. *shrug*


Lastly, what type of element am I? This one I found out while at the spa.

Your primary element is METAL. Metal is the element of beauty and protection. Metal personalities hold themselves and others in the highest regard, living with principle and reason. Metal people are drawn to green and white colours, and like sour and spicy foods. They are "morning" people, and dislike heat and humid weather conditions.



Ok, I'm right back where I started, I have no idea what this is supposed to tell me about my true inner self. I guess I'll have to go back to the normal introspection routine.

Thanks to Captain Typho, Wedge and Fluke for links.

Back to the Ship

It was an uneventful ride back to the Sextant. Walking back into my quarters did produce a surprise. My clones must have been looking for something, my room was in complete disarray. It looked like they’d tossed the room, then tried to put it back in order. They’d also left my holiday gifts on my bed, very sweet of them. Taped on my wall was a note.

“Commander-
Please forgive the mess, we needed to find your personal information so that we could” the note was smudged, obviously there had been some disagreement about their reason for going through my room, that part of the note hard been written and erased several times, “know your birthday.
Signed – TangoCharlie 27”

I hope you all have figured out that my clones are a bit… eccentric. While this might have worried another person, I figured my clones were just looking for something for one of their projects. I then went to work re-organizing my quarters, it was going to take awhile to put things back in order.

After an hour of refolding clothes, organizing my desk, and just general cleaning, I was done. And I think I’ve figured out what they took. I had a little holocube that contained my official Navy picture. That seems to be the only thing missing. I have no idea why they’d want that, it’s a pretty lame picture of me in uniform. I’ll have to ask them when I get a chance.

I reported to my station and tried to get some decoding work done, we’ve had a bit of a back log since the Jael was destroyed in an engagement with Trade Federation ships. Two of our top encryption specialists died on that ship, along with key they’d just finished for some of the more recent TF codes. Cryptanalysis for long periods of time is such a fun way to pass the hours. But since we’re in hyperspace, you’ve got to work with the information you’ve got, and sometimes you come across some interesting things.




------------Security Edit-----------------




And that’s about the strangest thing I’ve ever decoded. I mean who knew that could be a side effect of being on a planet with high gravity?

Goodbye Ansion

That has to have been the longest shuttle ride I’ve ever taken. 12 hours should never feel that interminable. But we arrived in the capitol city of the planet, where we are to stay for 24 hours, which is when we will meet up with our transport to the Sextant. Our hotel arrangements were sent to us as we neared the city. This is quite a cosmopolitan city compared with all the other cities I’d seen on the planet. There are a variety of peoples here, with the majority being the native Ansonians, as well as a large population of humans.

We arrived at about 7 PM local time. Karn, now very well rested, was bouncing off the walls. “I think we should go out to the clubs; do something fun before we get stuck back on the ship for who knows how long. What do you say, sir,” he asked, looking at the Commander. Mal shrugged his shoulders. Karn kept at him until he agreed as we made our way to the hotel. We checked in and while Karn chatted with his desk clerk, Mal and I made our way upstairs.

Karn joined us about 15 minutes later. He’d gotten a bunch of info from the receptionist about where to go out in the area. “You’re coming with us, right ma’am?” “I don’t know, wouldn’t you two be sad if I ended the night with more numbers than the both of you?,” I teased. “Wouldn’t happen, ma’am, there are few women out there who can resist this,” he said, flashing a smile, adjusting his collar. I sarcastically fanned my face “My heart’s all a flutter,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes. “I agree with Karn, why don’t you come with us, it’ll be fun. We won’t have much to do on the trip to Coruscant," Mal offered. “True, ok, let me find something to wear.” I went back to my room to dig through my bag to see what I could put together. I found some pants that would work, and then some shoes, but for a top… And then I saw it in my bag, the shawl that Mal had given me. Perfect. I put on lipstick and mascara, then the pants and shoes. I had taken some pins from my purse, then doubled the square shawl into a large triangle. I held it up to my chest. Pins in hand, and other hand holding up the shawl, I walked out and handed the pins to Karn and Mal. “Make it as tight as possible,” I instructed them. Mal just stood there staring at me. “Oh, I’ve got this covered, I’ve removed a top like this, I think I could put one on,” Karn said, taking pins from the still silent Mal. I looked at Mal, “Is this ok?” Mal just nodded his head. The shawl covered some of my injury, which was still covered by a flesh colored bandage, so it wasn’t easily seen. Karn worked with surprising dexterity, and was done securing the shawl in the back. I adjusted it to make sure it wouldn’t be going anywhere, put on some earrings, unclipped my hair, put my ID, keycard and money in my pocket, and was ready to go.

Karn’s friend had been spot on in her club recommendation. Karn split from us once we got inside. “You look lovely,” Mal said over the music. I smiled “Thanks, but I was going for hot, but no worries, I’ll still beat Karn.” I paused to look at him. I’ll admit it, I was curious as to how Mal did in a club. “Come find me if you decide you want to dance,” I told him, winked, and then made my way to the dance floor.

The dance floor was manageably chaotic. And old habits die hard. As I danced I surveyed the people in the club. It was quite a range. Karn had been told that this club was the most popular with off world types, and it looked it. Most of the people here were not locals. There were locals intermixed in the crowd, but very few native Ansionians. And then there was one man, a Zabrak, who stayed against a wall, watching people. I made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

After about two hours, Mal finally found me on the dance floor. “I think you won’t win, Karn is immensely popular up there,” he said, indicating in the direction of a crowded table. “That’s ok. How have you been doing?” He smiled suggestively and shrugged. “Do you dance at all,” I asked. “A little,” he said. His attempt wasn’t bad, but he needed to relax. “Don’t read too much into this,” I yelled above the music, then put my hand firmly on his hip. “You need to relax, follow my lead, and tell me what the Zabbark at 11.5 is looking at.” He followed all three directions wonderfully. He put his hand on my back, then leaned in towards my ear. “He seems to be watching the people on the floor, and I think he might have some type of recording device.” I nodded. “Anything we should be worried about,” Mal asked, his hand still on my back. “Probably nothing, he just raises a red flag in my mind, but I don’t know why, though. No worries.”

We left two hours later. Karn had already left. It turns out that my Ensign has a weak spot for Twi’leks. When we returned, Mal walked me to my door. We exchanged goodnights and I went into my room. I got changed, washed my face, and then fell into a very deep sleep.

I did get to go to the spa for a bit the next day, which was nice. I’m not sure what the guys did, we didn’t have to meet up until 4 PM. And at 4 PM, we all promptly met up, got our stuff in order, and headed out to the spaceport.

The time at the space port was very unexciting until the very end. As we waited in shuttle port, I thought I saw a familiar ship pass by the large windows. I looked over at Mal and Karn to see if they had noticed anything. They were busy arguing the merits of different space fighters. Figuring I must have been wrong about the ship, I jumped right into their argument. We had some time before our shuttle arrived. Going over a list in my head of things I’d gotten for people, I tried to think if I’d missed anyone. Realizing I had, I walked over to a little shop at the spaceport and bought a snow globe that depicted Ansion scenery.

Our shuttle arrived and we made our way towards its landing pad. As we walked towards our shuttle, I nearly tripped over Karn. 15 meters to my left were Captain Typho and..... Dormé, but she wasn't dressed like Dormé. I wanted to go over to talk to them, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what they were doing here, and I didn’t want to mess up a mission. I also haven’t *quite* gotten over my issues with Typho. So I said nothing and walked on, wishing them the best of luck in whatever they were doing.

Finally Here

To: My Parents, My Friends
Re: Endless Travel

GREETINGS FROM CUIPERNAM!






Wish You Were Here.
See some of you soon on Coruscant! I'll write more later. I miss you all terribly.
*Hugs and Love*
Jardena




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You should all check out Professor Xavier's Blog to see how the race is going :)

Question and Answer

I’ve gotten a bunch of questions recently that I think I’ll take the time to answer, not like I’ve got anything pressing to address right now.

Jabba wanted to know why my older brother Patrin looked familiar to him.
-Well, that’s easy, Patrin went through what the family refers to still as ‘a phase’. It was a somewhat militant phase, mostly involved with guarding the secret resting place of great evil. We all start to wander off when he starts in on his stories. Here’s a picture of him, and yes, the tattoos came off, it was an topical ink, thank goodness.













Grif wanted to know what TV character I see myself being most like.
-Well it used to be sweet optimistic Kaylee (Firefly)






Now I definitely see myself more as Ziva David (NCIS)












I’m trying to find a happy middle, though a race I'm in really makes me want to do something very unkind to a team of certain women. I think I'll find my happy place after that.

Hudson keeps asking me what I do for serious fun.
-Umm, not much to do on a ship. But when on shore leave, I like driving very nice speeders. Piloting a speeder well is an art, and is much more fun when fast. Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to drive on Naboo anymore. I have a small tendency to speed, among other things... After a drive together, Master Kenobi told me Skywalker and I should start a club, whatever that means. Skywalker and I have nothing in common that I know of.

Someone who wishes not to be named wanted to know the strangest thing I've ever seen Padme wear.
-Aside from a dress that required a power cord, I'd say it was the black outfit from Costume Day at the Senate a couple years ago.









Oh, and I know a few of you want to know what Commander Andros asked me.

*sigh*

Alright.

“Jardena, I wanted to ask you if it would bother you if I requested that my next assignment was changed so that I’d be stationed on Coruscant too?”

While part of my mind screamed loudly and tried to run away, the slightly less dramatic part of my mind reasoned that there was very little chance that he’d get that transfer.

“Umm, I don’t know, I suppose not,” I replied as calmly as I could.

He relaxed visibly. “That’s good,” he said. “Oh crap,” said the rational part of my mind, sensing what was coming next. “I just received my transfer approval. I’ll be living in military quarters not too far from where you’ll be.”

“Oh.” That was the best I could manage. Thank the Force I’ve been trained to *hopefully* look calm, I certainly didn’t feel it.

On the plus side, we won’t be living in the same building, so I can have my space. And honestly, he might not be such a bad guy to date. He is pretty cute, especially when he wears glasses. Also, it’s not like I have a line of suitors standing outside of my door. I think I should listen to my mom, for once, and not be so picky.

Actually, I just need to get over a past love and move on with my life. Maybe this is just the Force giving me that opportunity.

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

And wouldn't you all like to know what I did next.
(go back and look at the picture of Padme, I'm not telling)

One Long Shuttle Flight

I spent several hours absently reading through mail. While some of it dealt with work, some of it was personal mail. I love getting letters, or even just quick notes from people. My brother sent me some pictures of his kids, he has three now. While I try to be an impartial aunt, the youngest, Salma, is my favorite. I also received a very sweet note from a friend from Corellia, he's off doing, well, I can't really say. My mom sent a letter, talking about what's happening at home.

My transfer papers have gone through and been approved. I've also received my housing assignment. Actually looks pretty nice. It has a kitchen, an office room, a bedroom, a living room, and a cute little bathroom. There's a window in my kitchen and in the bedroom, so I could probably have plants. I don't really keep much that's personal with me, and what I do have is always packed, ready to go at short notice. I used to keep things set out in my quarters. But the bow of that ship was shorn off by a heavily damaged enemy ship that was being sucked into a planet's orbit during a small space battle. We had to evacuate quickly; we were allowed to grab our packed equipment and then to get the heck out of dodge. I lost a lot of the little things that tied me to a life outside the Navy. That's how I lost the only piece of jewelry I ever wore while in uniform. Took me a long time to track down another one identical to it, I didn't have the heart to tell the person who'd given it to me that I'd lost it.

I also received yet another rejection of my request to be discharged from the Navy. But this letter was a bit more optimistic. Apparently they can only put off that type of request for so long before they have to provide a date for when you could be discharged from the Navy. It's a very encouraging date, it made me smile.

I looked up. Karn was asleep, face pressed against the transperisteel window, drooling slightly. Mal was scanning through information on a data pad. I decided to take a walk through the transport. I had seen a little cafe-like area at the stern of the vehicle when we boarded. I took off my headset, put it back in my bag and stood up. Mal looked up when I stood. "Going somewhere," he asked quietly, not wanting to wake Karn. I nodded my head, "For a walk back to the observation area in the stern." "I might join you there in a bit." "Ok," I replied with a smile, then left.

The stern had a rounded ceiling, which was made of transperisteel, as were the walls. Various sized couches were placed around the area. The carpet was a deep burgundy with what must have been a traditional pattern in blue and green woven throughout it. I ordered some tea, and then sat down in a corner next to the wall. I took off my slippers and let my feet enjoy the softness of the carpet. We were currently speeding over a vast plains area. The wind was moving the tall grass, making it look like currents in a river.

About 10 minutes later, Mal sat down next to me on the small couch. I put my tea down on the table in front of me, then turned and looked at him. He smiled at me, then looked out the window. After a few moments, he turned and looked back at me. He spoke quietly. "I've really enjoyed these past days, being able to work with you on a mission." I smiled and laughed a little "Really? Despite the head wound?" I reached up and gently touched the bruise on his head. I'd hate to see what he considered an un-enjoyable time. He smiled and caught my hand and held it in his.

"Jardena, can I ask you something?"

Time Spent in Travel

We left the city of Flerauw the following day. Yes, I did go get my bacta bandage changed, my two newly discovered ‘moms’ fussed at me until I did. I take perfectly good care of myself, I just have more scars than the average girl. Most are only noticeable in a bikini, so I’m thinking one piece swim suit next time I got to the beach.

Our shuttle ride to the capitol city will take twelve hours, Cuipernam is on the other side of the planet. The three of us get to share a sitting compartment for this trip. This gives us lots of time for either complete silence or bonding. And Ensign Karn, being the chatty guy he is, chose to bond, asking personal questions of myself and the Commander. I took out a data pad and started scanning through my messages and news clips.

“Ma’am, did you know that you look like the Senator from your planet?” “Yes, Ensign, I’ve been told that.”

“So why didn’t you get a job as a handmaiden, it’s got to be better than the Navy.” “I’m sure it is, but apparently my place is with the Navy.”

“Do you want to be a career officer?” “No, I want to go home, and find someone nice, get married, maybe have kids, live near the ocean. Be very boring and unspectacular, that’s my goal.”

Karn thought this over for a bit. I still hadn’t looked up from my pad, but I could tell both men in the compartment were looking at me. Most likely with vastly different thoughts in their minds.

“Ma’am, you know that you need to date in order to find a guy to marry, right?”

I stopped reading and slowly looked up at Karn. About 10 different answers to that popped into my head at the same time, some much more polite than others. “Umm, yes, Ensign, I am very aware of that. And Ensign, you need to find a topic other than my personal life to entertain yourself with, now, before you say something I make you regret. Perhaps where you plan to take your next vacation, or where the commander plans to take his,” I offered. I pulled out my head set, put it on, turned it up, and tried to avoid anymore discussions. Mal can take of himself.

I look through letters and notes from friends and family. One is from a friend’s mother, telling me that her daughter, Dorme, just wanted friends to know she’s safe and so is her family. Dorme is off somewhere on a task with Captain Typho. She will write when she gets a chance. I’m a bit jealous, whatever they are off doing has to be better than being here.

PSA from Clone Unit Eta-13

While the Lt. Cmndr is off doing whatever it is she's off doing, she asked that we provide some Public Service Announcements for you all. We've been pondering what to say, there are many dangers in the galaxies, and going through her stuff hasn't provided much that could start any good gossip. So we all decided that in the first PSA, we would warn you of the highly dangerous Planet KinderGartten. You'll have to pardon us if we get a bit faklempt over this one, we lost many on this planet.

........


Ok, we just realized none of have the writing skills needed for a long post, so suffice to say, little humanoids can be incredibly dangerous and masters of disguise. Avoid planet KinderGartten at all costs. Oh yeah, and helmets save lives.

Happy New Year

!!!!HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I'm sure most of you have seen this already, but it makes my stupid intern giggle, but then again, she's pretty easy to amuse. It's a spoof, called A Lost Hope. Master Yoda, if you do watch it, be warned there is some swearing, for those with sensitive ears. Not for little kids, you'll understand when you see it :)

~Lt Cmdr Oneida

http://www.sequentialpictures.com/moviestarwarsepisode3.html



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