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...