Guess Who's Back

I finally found my way out from under the mean old admiral's bed and wow was that a cat nap. Everything seems so different! My wolf pals MeanOne, Kriffer, and Kiska are nowhere to be found... and now I can't find my owner!

The mean admiral (Okins) said my owner and her black robed...mate(?) went home to Corellia...and they didn't take me!!! This is a furry outrage! I miss running outside trying to nom on the grass and sleeping in my warm fluffy cat mat by the fireplace...

Someone will be scratched harshly for this!!

I guess I can make do chasing them mousy droids and jumping onto the awesome Admiral's cap while I wait. That's always fun...

How Quickly Time Flies

While sitting outside, it dawned on me that this month marks one year living on Executor. I could barely believe it for it seemed like only yesterday...

I had come on board to visit my father for the weekend. At the time it was just an ordinary visit. However it turned out a group of rebels had poisoned the food supply. A large number of the crew became severely ill, father included. I ended up spending nearly all of my time in Executor's medical bay helping him recover (and to prevent him from escaping).

Instead of just staying for the one weekend, I ended up remaining on board for about a week. I didn't want to go back to Coruscant until I was sure he was fully recovered. While I wasn't in the med bay, I ended up in Lord Vader's company more and more as the days wen on (Mind you we weren't married yet). He must have sensed how worried I've been. We were sitting in the observation lounge when I heard Dad's condition turned for the worse. I went into a panic, however Vader was able to calm me down to the extent that I ended up falling asleep in his arms.

I think that night our chemistry must have clicked...the next morning upon making sure I was alright, he requested that I stay on board. Permanently. For reasons I couldn't explain, I just couldn't say no....

Now one year later, I'm still finding myself lost among the ship's many identical corridors, tripping over mouse droids, and finding the food in the mess hall incredibly horrid.

Some things never change.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Vader and I were long overdue for some quality time together. So when he agreed to pull himself from duty, I took it upon myself to find the perfect spot for some rest and relaxation. I was torn. There were so many wonderful vacation spots throughout the galaxy for us to visit, and I've been longing to go back to Delaya where we spent most of our honeymoon. But after some consideration, I decided to take us to my home on Corellia. It's quiet there and if anything, I figured Vader could at least catch up on all of the sleep he's been lacking.

I haven't been to my home since the Jedi fodder @Rogue__Jedi tried killing my father last December. But now that he's gone, I've been able to fully enjoy myself. This place brings back so many memories, good and bad. I grew up in this house, and I'm excited to share a part of my past with Vader.

Although he's been spending nearly all of his time in bed, I'm glad Vader's finally able to unwind from his work. I haven't seen him this relaxed in a long time. It's going to be difficult to have to go back to Executor....

Depressed Housewife

Monday was Cesera's first day of school. It's also tied as the worst day of my life.

My poor baby was kidnapped by @NatasiDaala for reasons I can't explan...to be delivered to someone I don't yet know. I've never felt so guilty and heartbroken in my entire life. I should've known signing her up for school on Coruscant was a foolish idea. Cesera was so excited, determined to be around other children, to be as normal of a child as possible.

But none of that matters. She's who knows where by now...she could be sick...crying for her mommy, daddy...even banthy, and there's nothing I can do.

For me, things went worse when @501st told me Vader had left Coruscant to find her. Just like that, taking my father with him. At that moment, I truly felt alone, left to suffer through this horrid situation by myself. I don't know where my husband is...if he's alright...or even if he knows where my Cesera is in the first place....

Dear Force? Please protect my daughter... and bring all three of them home to me safe and sound...

It's too much to bear...

Place your Bets

I’m sure all of you ladies know what I’m talking about. There’s that one thing that happens in your life that you never tell to your father or else he’ll go kill someone…bust a blood vessel…both? Is it our fault our Daddies are so overprotective? Kriff…


Well I kept something big from my father. Was it the right thing to do? Not sure. Then again... my father isn’t the best to get along with lest be near when he’s severely pissed off. And what happened? Somehow he found out that Vader tried to kill me. He’s mad.

So mad he’s been ordering Vader back to the ship. And what’s our Sith lord doing? Avoiding him as long as possible… not for much longer, I can tell you that.

Guys…I'm worried. They don't exactly have the best Father-Son-in-law relationship...

                      


Vader
vs.
Okins







Place your bets...

Royal Pain in the Back

What stinks more than being stuck in bed? Try being stuck in bed alone and without perks for who knows how long…



Things were going fine. @Ensign_Korban was locked away in his cell; Vader had returned to the ship; Cesera was happy as could be. Until about three weeks ago. The pain in my lower back started to get progressively worse. I was ignoring it as best as I could until one night, @AdmiralOkins came to check up on me while I was cleaning up in the kitchen. Suddenly the pain was so horrible I could barely stand. He took me to the Med bay and had who knows how many droids come over and determine the cause of the pain. What did they find? Absolutely nothing. And then Vader found out what was going on. Well, after an argument with him, I did get out of becoming a permanent medical resident. Instead, Vader put me on bed rest. No strenuous activity, no cooking, no meditation, nothing. In other words… don’t get out of bed.

I’ll admit, the first two days weren’t bad. I read a few books, watched old holos, took plenty of naps, etc. But as the days went on, things got progressively worse. Aside from Dad and Cesera bringing me all of my meals, I haven’t seen anyone. Vader even took on extra shifts so nearly every night I fell asleep and woke up alone. One day, Cesera came in and asked why I haven’t moved in over a week…all I could say was “Mommy’s in pain. She can’t get up.” Cesera looked at me with such sad eyes. I felt so horrible at that point.

The very next day I went to see Shara at NavKor HQ to see if she could find something the medical droids couldn’t. According to her, I was suffering from muscle spasms. She gave me a muscle relaxer and told me to take it easy for a while. I asked Leia to care for Cesera and I went to visit Luke and Mara on Naboo for some relaxation (on his request). Although I was still restricted to what I could do, it was nice to be around people again. I was so lonely those last few weeks.

Don’t bust your back. It’ll only make your miserable.

Forever Scarred

I’ve seen Vader get dark, I’ve seen him get angry, and I’ve seen him kill. Mix it all together and it still couldn’t have prepared me for what happened only two months ago.

I can’t fully explain it myself since it all happened so quickly, but he grew so dark he lost control. He told me he was a danger to Cesera and myself if he stayed on the ship. Blinded by love I didn’t believe him so I was finally able to convince him to stay on board. Next thing I know, he was accusing me of adultery and pinning me to the wall with his hand grasping my throat. I finally got some strength and got him off, but I have never been more frightened of him in my whole life...
I begged and pleaded with him to stay, even if it were only for the one night. I needed him then more than ever before. I needed his presence, just to calm myself down. He laid with me until I fell asleep. I awoke the next morning to find he had already left. The following week was one of the worst in my life. He sent me a comm. saying he wouldn’t return until he learned to control himself. I was left wondering if and when that would happen. For a few days I truly believed he wasn’t coming back. I even tried leaving the ship for a few days to clear my mind. Unfortunately, all I could think of was Vader and I ended up coming home the very next day... *sighs* I don't know how my mother managed with father gone for so long. I wish she could share the secret with me...

Although I found in my heart to forgive him for what he's done, I'm still haunted by what took place. When Vader first returned, any time he became angry from work I've been backing away from him.... I feel awful now for doing so but I wasn't sure if he truly learned control or not. And even now, I've been waking in the middle of the night from nightmares about what happened...

To make matters even worse, once Vader left the Jedi from my past showed up with some crazy notion that I needed to be "purified" from the dark side. But because I've been emotionally compromised by the Jedi's tricks and Vader's prolonged absence I couldn't concentrate on the fight. There's a scar on my back from the large gash I received by his hands...it still hurts every now and then. I've wondered every now and then if I'd ever be strong enough to win in a fight on my own. The man's words cut in deep.

Vader took Cesera and I to Vjun for some security while the Jedi is detained on Executor. And while it's nice to get away from that monster, I feel Vader's still quite distant. He's been spending most of his time away or working. I want us to be able to patch these problems up and move on. I miss the way things were...

Mommy Dearest

Two months ago I returned from my honeymoon... if you walked up to me then and asked me if I wanted children, I would've said: "they're wonderful, but impossible for Vader and I to have". The whole whim of the Force thing...

It's two months later, and I'm the mother of a five year old girl. And before you ask, NO, Vader is NOT a vampire and I didn't carry a hybrid baby to full term in only two months. That's ridiculous. ((sorry Twilight fans. No dice))

To make a long somewhat complicated story short, Palpatine engineered her using mine and Vader's DNA specifically to replace Vader himself. Good news? She ran away from Palps. That's my girl!

She made her way to Vader's palace where Vader and I happened to be spending the night. Vader found her and did a DNA test and broke the news to me. I nearly fainted... 

I love her to death. She has the perfect mixture of her parents... including her father's sneakiness.

The one thing I didn't expect from her was to have so much energy. I swear she could go for days and days when she gets really hyper. It figures her favorite food happens to be cake. Any party she goes to, she gets hyper, then crashes for over a day... she must get that from her father... there's no way I had that much energy when I was five. 

I'm so happy she's entered our lives. She's definitely been our little shining star, and I'm so happy Vader can get the chance he always wanted with children. You really should see them together... 

We've definitely been blessed by the Force.

Blissful Week

Wow. It's been forever since I updated this. So much has happened since... well... the last post.


For starters, I had the pleasure of meeting Vader's mother, Shmi. I had a lovely time. Once I return to Coruscant I will have to pay her another visit.

About a week later, Executor traveled to the Emperor's Citadel on Byss where Vader and I renewed our wedding vows Sithly style, much to the discontent of Darth Sidious. Never trusting the Emperor. That’s all I’m going to comment about that.

The wedding reception was amazing. Lots of dancing, cake eating, and more dancing. Heck, even my dad went down to the dance floor. The image is still burned in my brain, but I got some sweet holo-footage of it all. Perfect for making demands… *smirk*

Here’s the “G” rated version of our honeymoon thus far, since most of it would be deemed WAY too much information for most you… ;)

While on Byss, we ate at some impressive restaurants and Vader took me shopping. I must say, the clothing designers there are quite odd…some of the styles nearly scared me out of the store.

On our last day on Byss, Piett came down from Executor and the three of us visited some Sithly ruins. They were really interesting, especially this one sand pillar. Vader told us there was immense Dark energy radiating from it, and those who touch it would get incredible power… but folklore of course. However when I was looking at it, I couldn’t help feel compelled to go closer to it, as if in some sort of trance. Luckily, I snapped out of it before it affected me too much, but it began affecting Vader in a much more powerful way. Good thing Piett and I were able to keep him from touching it… who knows what could’ve happened. It was the next day that Vader and I decided to leave Byss… too much darkness. 

The rest of our honeymoon is and will be spent on Delaya, near the remnants of Alderaan. It, like Byss, is a gorgeous planet. So far, we’ve had a delicious fruity picnic, stargazed, went to see a quirky theatre performance, and spent an evening swimming in the pool until our skin wrinkled up. I can’t wait to see what else we’ll be doing…

I know there’s still a few days left of our little paradise, but I’m a bit sad that it’s going to end. For the past eight days, I’ve felt like nothing could bring me down from this heavenly state that I’m in. But soon, I’ll be returning home. It’ll be nice to see all of my friends and family again, but I have this small feeling that something bad is going to happen…

Oh, by the way: did you know the best way to eat caviar is to lick it off your wrist? Vader confirmed that the other day...*giggle* It's a lot more fun to eat with two people...

OOC Post: The Power of Theme Songs

For all of you who were at some point familiar with the Earthy “Tiny Toons Adventures” cartoon, then you’ll know how catchy their theme is. Well, Admiral Piett’s typist and I

hd our stoke of insanity and genius and this is what popped up within an hour's time.

Star Wars Adventures

We're Sith, We're Jedi
We're all a little groovy!
And in this episode we're invading the Galaxy!
We have lightsabers and blasters!
We blow up all the planets!
On the Star Wars Adventures
Get a blast of Force Lightning!

So in a Galaxy a far, far place away
Our home sweet home, it stands alone
A Force-tastic work of art!
The Episodes are poorly erected
Expect the unexpected
On Star Wars Adventures
Is about to start!

They're twins, they're forcey
they're luke and leia skywalker
their father's darth vader
the ewoks are a pain!
their's han and chewie!
3P0 knows languages
R2 has his holo
And George Lucas is INSANE!

At the Jedi Temple
We learn our lightsaber techniques
Our padawans have learned the Force
Since Yoda learned to speak!
We’re Sith, we’re Jedi
We’re all a little groovy
It’s the Star Wars Adventures
Come and join our fun!

And now our episode is done. BOOM!

Our other parody can be found here!

A Tale of Two Fuzzies

I, Neka, have learned to use a data-pad. *kitty smirk*


I love my new home—it’s a really big ship with really shiny floors! But my owner wouldn’t let me out of her quarters. That meanie. (*kitty pout*) So I decided to take it upon myself to explore. But first.. I had to figure out how these doors open. Unlike the doors back home on Corellia, these didn’t have doorknobs. It took forever to find the button on the wall that slides the door open. But I found it. Door went WOOSH and away I went!!

This. Ship. Is. HUGE!!

And really really soon after I finished exploring I got lost. I just kept running and running until a random door opened—I snuck inside and turns out it was @AdmiralOkins’s quarters. If only you saw the look on his face—priceless.

And then things got worse—to sum all the icky-ness up, I now have a fear of large pointy squirty objects…

After hiding for a while from said objects, I have returned to the public eye to find a new creature in my midst…

And he’s my new friend! We bonded over a dingle ball today. It was fuzz-tastic!
That's all for now. I smell nooblets! Dinner time!!
=3 Neka

One Migraine after Another...

I should probably start off with the good news. Everyone likes the good stuff, right?

Well here it is. It isn't much:
Lightsaber training is going very well. Vader's been teaching me individual attack forms to use. I'm sure pretty soon I can probably start having an actual practice sparring session. Lets hope.

Dad went back to duty. He's thrilled. For the sake of everything I guess I'm happy for him. No one wants to be cooped up in a hospital forever, after all. 

Ok, now onto the bad news… Brace yourself.



It was probably two or so weeks ago when I was doing one of my wanderings around Executors corridors. It helps me clear my head sometimes. Well, on this specific walk, I received a comm. call from the one person I never wanted to hear from again—The Rogue Jedi from my past.


I was terrified. How the kriff did he know my comlink frequency? Turns out he stole my Dad’s ‘link when he left him for dead back on Corellia during New Years. But that’s not the scary part. He’s been trying to get me back to the planet for reasons he hasn’t yet explained. I suspect he wants to train me in the ways of the Force like he tried to do years ago. But I also have the feeling there’s something else. I just can’t put my finger on it.


Here’s the worst of it all. He knew where I was. And I don’t mean “You’re on Executor”. Heck anyone could’ve known that. He knew WHERE on Executor I was—like he was watching me from around some corner. The last thing he said to me was “I’m closer than you think”.


Ever since that night, I’ve been having nightmares and feelings that something bad was about to happen. And now that Father’s been released back to duty, I can’t help but think he’s still in danger. I asked Vader if it were possible for the Jedi to have snuck aboard but he doesn’t think the man is here. Vader said he would’ve sensed his presence…. And so would  I, I'd imagine. But the Force acts in mysterious ways at times.

I just can't help feeling something is going to go terribly wrong...


Just like my love life...

I've made a new friend. He's very nice and very good at cooking. We had dinner together. It was a fun night.
(And no it's not what you're thinking. *points* Wipe that smirk off your face!)

To make things brief, after some misunderstandings, my friend and I are still friends, which is a relief for me. Though I had to (and still am) dealing with the "jealous-as-kriff"- husband. I really hope this whole matter ends really soon. I really don't want to go through another night like last night's or to wake up to false accusations again...

*sigh*

The SCURGE of the Galaxy

No, they're not Jedi... although I could name one who fits the Scurge-ish description...

If you've been on Vader's ship Executor, you've seen them. They're small, evil and afraid of Wookies.

Yes. They are MOUSE DROIDS!
These horrid droids seem to serve three purposes.
1. They trip people. Honestly... they appear out of nowhere just to get in your way. They must like being Force-thrown around and getting shot out of the airlocks...
2. They REPRODUCE. Or.. "interface" seeing as they're droids. When you see two of them rolling down the corridor together and squeaking madly, run. Run far away. If you don't it'll burn an image into your mind forever. I get nightmares because of it... 
3. Galactic sports balls! The Empire could really use some sports on their vessels for some R &R! After all, all work and no play makes Imperials very boring indeed.


I'd like to find whoever invented these droids and PEW PEW PEW.

The Greatness of #SWTOD

Last night was an awesome-tastic #SWTOD party (StarWars Truth or Dare) hosted by everyone's favorite trooper, Sarah! These were my favorite parts:

MandoSeige dared Darth Maul to tell Obi-Wan that he cannot compete with the Jedi's might.. and gave him a hug *awwww* 

Sarah dared Luke Light to tell Mara to name their child "Elvis"

Leia dared me to dance to MJ's "Thriller" (and did so as an adorable spunky 3 year old) 

I dared Vader to play the Accordion. Gotta love the Tarkin Polka.

And to top that all off.... twitter created a really annoying LAG! No doubt the servers couldn't withstand our awesomeness.

A Message from the Heart

I'm a very nice, polite, and very laid back person. I hardly ever get angry and I don't yell at anyone... well except Admiral Okins but he doesn't count... and half the time he deserves it.

Ok that's getting off topic. 

Point is, we've all had our problems on Twitter with rude tweeters. Some handle it better than others. I'd like to think I've tried to be as polite as possible in those kinds of situations, but something I don't like is when someone penalizes me for doing absolutely nothing.

I won't name names, but someone has currently made comments to me about things that I tweet to my friends that have NOTHING to do with said person. I disregarded it at first, but now I think it has gone a little too far. I refuse to be told what to do in order to be on someone's approval list, and I don't like being told what to tweet to people just to make them happy. This bothered me a lot because in the past, I have always treated this person with respect and the polite-ness they deserved... and sometimes when they might not have deserved it.

*sigh*

If only we could all get along...

UNLIMITED POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I lied. But the title got your attention, I bet! MUAHAHA!

Yeah, so you all know that Dad's in the Med bay wallowing in self pity, right? I know it's sad for him, but sick as this sounds, it makes me feel empowered! 

You all know Admiral Okins. Strict, stubborn, glaring twitter avatar? If you don't, this is him. Such a sweetie, isn't he? *rhetorical*

Anyway, being the Admiral that he is, one usually doesn't boss him around (Unless your names are "Darth Vader" "Luke Skywalker (Dark!)" or "Emperor Palpatine"). Well, now MY name can be added to the list! WAHOO! I now deem it my duty to make sure he STAYS in medical care until he heals. Muahaha. Which means "suck it up, Dad. You ain't leaving till the fat lady sings!" And I see no fat ladies around. Do you?

He's been conscious for a few days now.. maybe a week. His new hand's been attached yesterday but he's still pretty weak. And aleady he's begging to go back to duty.

Saying "NO" is going to be so much fun....

The Little Black Monster...

"PUGSLEY!" --Gomez Addams
"Guilt." -- Dr Pinder-schloss
(The Addams Family, 1991) --- ((ooc-- watch it. It's FUNNY))


I feel awful. Last night Dad and I were in a mini-fight. We weren't really yelling at eachother mostly because I thought it would give him a headache.... Well, eventually I stormed out of the Medbay to clear my head.

After sitting in the Observation Lounge I realized what we were arguing over was truly rediculous. I felt awful for acting the way I did. Went back to apologize but of course he was so drugged he had fallen asleep already. I tried again today but what was he doing? Sleeping. Lucky bum...

Feeling guilty is the worst...

Fuzzball Speaks!

Everyone's squirrely friend would like to thank the SW Twitterverse for all of the Nooblet donations. She enjoyed them very much and gladly accepts more!

She would also like to add: Calling her a "Psycho Feline" will get your eyes scratched out. (*kitty stare at Admiral Okins*)

Stay Fuzzy!

~Neka

The Current Dirt.

Where to begin?

First off, Happy 2010 to everyone! I know everyone's New Years was fun and exciting... except mine. Admiral Okins and I decided to go home to Corellia for the holiday. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I haven't been home in a long while and it was a great way to get Dad away from Executor's bridge for a few days. Blasted work-a-holic.

Well.. not everything went according to plan.

It turns out someone from my past returned and turned things into a living hell. Dad went missing on New Years Eve Day. Vader and I decided to go look for him. On the way, we retrieved Neka (my cat) who had been covered in blood. She eventually led us to where Dad was. We found him crumpled against a tree bloody (and partially furry) with hi left arm severed yards away.

He's currently recovering in Executor's Med Bay being his usual cranky self. I tried drilling him for info about what happened to him and all he said was " I got the hell beat out of me by some Bastard with a glow stick".

As for me, Vader has begun teaching me to use a lightsaber so I can properly defend myself in case I am in a similar situation as my father. Luckily I haven't hurt myself yet. You all know how I am with a blaster. ;)

That's all for now. More updates to come.

~Becky