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