{"id":57,"date":"2009-03-11T10:55:18","date_gmt":"2009-03-11T14:55:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=57"},"modified":"2009-03-13T12:47:53","modified_gmt":"2009-03-13T16:47:53","slug":"vong-war-annals-les-throws-a-hissy-fit-3112009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"Vong War Annals – “Les throws a hissy fit” 3.11.2009"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If all the doors around here didn\u2019t open and close automatically, Les Wyler would have given them all good slam as he made his way through the complex. He barely heard or saw anyone he passed, being too busy replaying through his mind the brief and unexpected message left by his former master.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Apologies for having to leave on such short notice\u2026things come up, you know how it is\u2026so proud of the Jedi you\u2019ve become\u2026Force be with you\u2026yadda yadda.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t explain why the note had set him off so, but he was more ticked at Master Katarn than he had ever been to anyone before. He felt like hurling lighting at anyone who made eye contact with him. Brows lowered over glittering eyes, Les glowered at the path in front of him, his boots clomping loudly on the shining floor.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yeah, right, Master \u2013 how would you know what kind of Jedi I\u2019ve become? You were gone at the moment I needed you most; now you\u2019re gone again. I don\u2019t care if you ever come back \u2013 in fact, I hope I never see you again.
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Before he knew it, he had arrived at the living area of their quarters, standing with clenched fists and tightened jaw before his father, relaxed and half-dozing in the easy chair, Asya sitting limply in his lap with her head on his shoulder, asleep. Mark looked at him quizzically. The fury that had followed him in as well as the black smears and smoldering smudges on his face and clothing surely had an alarming and dramatic effect. The thrill of his own power this fed his ego ought to have disturbed him, but instead he found himself enjoying it. He reveled in his father\u2019s reaction, the concern on his face.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou all right, son?\u201d Mark asked quietly, so as not to disturb his sleeping daughter.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Les quivered with rage. He knew he was being unreasonable and irrational, but after being double-crossed and betrayed yet again, at least in his mind, he felt a line had been crossed and he neither couldn\u2019t nor wouldn\u2019t stop himself. He didn\u2019t even try to calm down, feeling justified in his anger. He liked how it felt, and he no longer cared whether it was right or wrong. He stabbed the air with his forefinger as he seethed, \u201cJust promise me this, Dad: don\u2019t call me Jedi<\/em> again, understand? Ever!\u201d It was hard to keep his voice down. Asya stirred a little, but didn\u2019t awaken. Mark stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what in the world to say.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Les gave him no time to figure that out, turning on his heel and wishing once more he could slam that door behind him as he entered his room and sealed himself inside. Sitting on the edge of his bed, in the dark, his nails digging into his soot-stained palms as he clenched his fists tighter and pressed them against his stinging eyes.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That was it, Master – the last time you abandon me when I need you. I\u2019ve burned my bridges behind me \u2013 or, to put it more accurately<\/em>\u2026a castle.<\/p>\n

“:)
\nSkyy<\/p>\n

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