I'm sorry, I haven't been commenting. I've been at camp and I've been tired. But this is awesome, Jela!!! I'm a pilot! 

I'm taking this ship by the wheel, making Republic soldiers deader with blaster fire! And I'm never gonna quit until the Death Star's lit and the flames climb higher! Watch me, I'm flying, I'm defying, now the Siths are crying, oh! Go back to the Rebel base. Then head into hyperspace.

Ok, I'm not sure whether the Death Star exists anymore, but I feel proud of that parody.

Jela, are you…Leafmist? 

Yes! I've been guessed! FREEDOM!!!

Ok, anyways, I would like to borrow Owlgirl's idea and only post under Jela/Shadowmoon when there is a new day.

Also, let me just deeply apologize for all the typos, contradictions, and errors that you had to cringe your way through on my last posts. I keep meaning to proofread, then promptly forgetting. I'll work on it.

I will try to keep releasing these every other day.

Day seven~

Novella wakes up first. 

The others are slumped in their seats, unconscious but unharmed. Novella shakily unbuckles herself, and goes to the cockpit, where Danie and Sydney are just beginning to show signs of wakefulness. She shakes Danie a little. Danie opens her eyes and attempts to jump out of her seat, only to be thwarted by a seatbelt. She slams the seatbelt release button, and Sydney is promptly slapped in the face with the zipping strap. She jumps up, and instantly begins saying something about Fflewddur hitting her in the face with his harp again. Novella briefly wonders about this, before shrugging and walking back to check on the others, who by this time are awake and rubbing their faces. Novella grins. Danie must have hit the seatbelt release button for the whole ship. Then, Brookeira stands up, determination set in her steely blue-green eyes, and the mission begins for real. Everyone puts on extra layers of warm clothing especially designed for free movement, straps goggles over their eyes, and wraps head scarves around their faces. Sydney mutters that she feels like a penguin, but is suddenly glad of this when the doors are opened. Icy, snow laden wind blasts in through the doors, instantly covering everything inside the ship, including the Cbers, with a thin layer of snow. Novella takes the lead, and the ship doors close behind them, almost as if the "Falcon III" is glad to be rid of them. 

Novella pulls out a tracking device as she walks, and sets the course for the bunker. Knowing the most about the nature and geography of this, and most, planets, Novella was the obvious choice for leading the way through this treacherous world. Brookeira, who is walking behind her, is staring hard at her through the blinding whiteness, attempting to keep track of her, even though they are only feet apart. She flickers out of sight for a moment, only to reappear a second later. Then, she flickers out of sight for a moment too long. Brook calls a halt which, of course, nobody hears over the roaring wind. Danie walks into Brook, Sydney walks into Danie, and Leafmist bumps into Sydney. Needless to say, this all pushes Brook forwards. And then Brookeira is gone too, vanished into the snow and ice. Danie looks around. "Brook? Novella? Where'd you go?" 

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Claria eyes the Twi'lek slumped on the floor, lekku limply thrown over her shoulder, hands fidgeting restlessly where a lightsaber should  be. She seems rather hopeless. She must have really trusted this Chinchilla. Claria sighs. She had been holding on to the hope that the Rebels would rescue them, but that idea had just been thrown down the garbage chute and eaten by trash monsters. She fingers the comm device hidden in her robes. She still has faith in Icy and Azea. They'd get her out of this……. Somehow. 

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Clara and Leafpool walk towards an imperial shuttle. Leafpool is now dressed smartly in grey, her sleek blonde hair pulled up into a perfect bun. Clara is dressed in black, a black cape billowing out behind her, a black mask covering the top half of her face. The mask resembles something you'd find on a superhero; black and simple. But it contains a few secrets of its own, including vision enhancement, a comm device, and a hidden blaster. Leafpool scowls. "I can't believe that we aren't allowed any troops for this." Clara flips her hair imperiously. "Master Tyrenous knows what she's doing. In fact, this is probobly just a test to see if I'm good enough for command. And I will be." "Easy for you to say," Leafpool mutters, "when you have a lightsaber and a fancy mask." Clara whips around and hisses "You may be in charge of this mission, but I still can have you thrown into a sarlac pit. I suggest you keep any snide remarks to yourself next time." As Clara strides away, Leafpool grits her teeth in frustration. She just so happens to have a good deal of power herself. Clara had better watch her back. 

Day eight~

Sometimes, in certain situations, it is the silence that is deadly. 

Brookeira wakes up, and is rather shocked at the silence, after the howling winds of a few minutes go. Above her, a ceiling of smooth brown stone looms seamlessly, below her, the same stone digs into her back. She has the sudden urge to just lay there, breathing in the musty air, blissfully unaware of her surrounding, until she hears a voice that brings her back to reality. "Brook! Are you OK?" Novella. She had forgotten that she was not the only person in this situation…. Whatever that might be. Brook shakes off the drowsy feeling that surrounds her, sits up, and looks around. She and Novella are in a large, round chamber. Pillars surround it, the dark places in between them promising dank, secretive passageways. Novella is already standing up. "We seem to be in some sort of underground chamber, presumably a trap set by the Republic for us to fall into." Brook snorts. "They sure did a good job of that. Look, the ceiling closed above us." Novella nods. "And look at the passageways. They could be hiding something. Something deadly….." Novella pauses at the exact moment Brook stiffens. Her brown eyes widen, and she makes eye contact with Brook. "You sense it too." In response, Brook stands up and draws her lightsaber, sending a wave of cold throughout the room. Novella draws hers as well, and it throws a purple light over everything. They make a strange pair, one with white robes, white hair, and glittering blue-green eyes, the other dressed in brown robes and clone armor, wavy black hair cascading down her shoulders, brown eyes lit with alertness. The two stand back to back, weapons drawn. And then the noises begin. Noises of marching feet echo from every single passageway, bouncing back and forth across the room. Then, from every passageway, marches a stormtrooper. From behind them, noises of more echo forth. Brook inhales sharply. Novella pales. "It's a death trap. There's no escape." Brook raises her lightsaber. "Here's to hoping out friends can cut their way through foot thick stone." Not another word is spoken, and as of one accord, the friends begin to attack. 

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Claria sits on the floor next to Shadowmoon. Before them sits the remains of a small, tasteless meal that was brought in by a stormtrooper. Both Cbers had been weak from hunger, but for some reason they feel even weaker after eating. Claria realizes what's happening first. "We've been drugged. They'll be here for you any minute, Shadow." Shadow's eyes widen. "They're going to interrogate me." She attempts to stand up, only to find that her limbs are completely numb. She gives up and murmurs "They're going to interrogate me, and I can't even stand." Then, the white doors of the cell slide open, and three Stormtroopers march in. Two of them haul Shadow to her feet and start dragging her away, while the other points a gun at her. As Shadow is dragged off, Claria makes eye contact with her, and could swear that she sees the Twi'lek wink. 

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Daisy strides into the interrogation room. She cuts an impressive and intimidating figure. She's wearing a knee length tunic covered in sharp, red, geometric lines, a red belt, black leggings, and black knee length boots. Her brown hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, her red eyeshadow gives her face a fierce, deadly look, and a lightsaber with four points rising up from the hilt hangs from her hip. Shadowmoon is secured in an interrogation chair. She looks up as Daisy enters. "Cheater." Daisy gives a small laugh. "What did you expect? I'm a Sith. Might as well make things easy." Shadowmoon sighs. "Figures. But before you begin, let me just tell you that I have nothing to hide." Daisy blinks. "What?" "Go ahead, search me. I don't know anything more than Chinchilla. Becuase of the high risk of the mission, Jela never told me the coordinates of the rebel base." Dasy scowls. "I'll believe it when I see it. That stuff I put into your food is supposed to weaken you so much that you can't use the force. Of course, it killed the animals we tried it on, but you're not an animal. I'm sure you'll be fine." Daisy lifts one hand. "Tell me where the rebel base is." Shadow had been telling the truth about the location of the base, yet she still wants to try to resist. "N- I don't- urg." Daisy speaks again. "Where is the rebel base." Shadow tries, but it's like her mind is made of lead. "I don't know." Daisy sighs. "Fine. I sense you are telling the truth. Medic, please inject our guests with the antidote once they are in their cells again. I'm pretty sure that drug is lethal." The three guards, flanked by a medic, march up to Shadowmoon, and drag her off to her cell. Daisy walks over to a small screen in the corner of the room and touches it. Instantly, Chinchilla's face appears. "No luck. She doesn't know anything." Chinchilla nods. "I thought as much. We'll just have to wait and hope that Azea and Icy are as clever as they seem." 

YES!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE HERE!!! AND I'm here from vacation!

But anyways, I'm going on an emotional rollercoaster right now as I read these. Keep it up! (or else.) 

Aw, thanks so much Icy! I really appreciate that.  😀

(And I'm a little nervous about the "or else")

I'll try to post tomorrow.  

Ahem. Announcement. Everyone (except Brook and Icy, which is too bad becuase it would've been awesome to kill the leader of the group. Sorry if that sounded creepy.) now is capable of dying. Just saying. 

Also, very sorry this is late.   

Day nine~

Danie, Sydney, and Leafmist stare at the spot where their friends disappeared. Danie leans down, and investigates the spot. "The layer of snow looks thinner here." Leafmist bends down to look as well. "Maybe some sort of Republic trap?" Sydney gets down on her hands and knees and brushes away some of the snow that covers the rock. "Looks like it. I think we're going to have to cut through it. But let's do it over on the oppisite side of where they fell in, so that we don't crush them when we break though." Leafmist grins. "Good idea. Killing the people we're trying to rescue might not be the best strategy." 

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Brookeira and Novella are fighting in a furious whirl of green and purple. Bullets richochete around the chamber from every angle, and every stormtrooper that is shot down by a deflected bullet is instantly shoved aside and replaced by a new one. The room is large enough that the growing amount of dead stormtroopers doesn't hinder the new, very much alive ones. Novella takes a bullet to the shoulder. She and Brook are fighting back to back now, circling to attempt to block everything that is coming. Brook takes a shot to the leg. She grunts in pain. "We're not going to be able to hold out much longer." Novella looks up. "We may not have to. Look!" She gestures to the ceiling. A green blade is cutting through it. "We're saved….. I hope." A large chunk of rock falls to the floor, and the CBers hear a voice call "Quick! Get out!" Novella covers Brook's back as she jumps through the hole, then she jumps through herself. The two exhausted Cbers collapse on the snow. Leafmist checks for injuries, while Danie and Sydney throw several grenades into the hole. Then the whole group moves away from the cavern. Very quickly. Moments later, a deafining BOOM shatters the air. Then, silence. Sydney and Danie fist bump. Brook groans. Leafmist gives Novella and Brook some sort of healing serum. A few minutes pass in utter silence. Then, out of the blinding whiteness, Novella spots something glowing. And red. She stands up, but Leafmist pushes her down. "You're too weak. Let me handle this." Novella shakes her head. "I'm fine." Before anyone can object, she forges off into the blinding whiteness. After walking forwards for a minute, she reaches a rocky outcropping that is shielded from the storm. And there, leaning against a rock, is Clara. 

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Icy sits next to Azea in the droid infirmery. "How's it going?" she whispers. Azea flickers her the faintest glimmer of a smile. "Tonight. We're breaking out tonight."

A few hours later, Icy and Claria pull their bombs out of their hiding places. "Ready" Icy whispers through her intercom. "Set." Azea grits her teeth in anticipation. "Now!" The girls say the word at the same time. Pushing a button, they latch the homemade bombs against their doors, and stand back as far as possible. The explosions are louder than anticipated. Icy and Azea start running. Icy runs towards the weaponry, Azea towards the holding cell where Claria and Shadow are located. She quickly hacks the keypad, and the doors slide open. She is alarmed to see them, slumped on the floor, looking weak and stared. Claria looks up, and croaks something about a painful antidote. Azea frowns. "What happened?" Claria doesn't answer, just reaches out an arm for help. Azea pulls her and Shadow to their feet. "Can you walk?" Shadow and Claria nod. "Although it's going to hurt like blaster fire." Shadow groans, as she begins to take feeble steps towards the hanger, leaning on Azea. Icy runs up and tosses everyone their weapons. "Don't even ask how I got passed the guards. Just move!" The bedraggled group begins to make their way towards the hanger, when a gunshot whizzes past Claria's ear. Icy looks back. "I've got a bad feeling about this."  

Top! Top! I mean poke!

Pokity pokity poke poke poke! Properly!

You may get to, Icy. 

*starts laughing evilly while holding pen* *thinks* wait, I don't write paper drafts…. *throws away pen, grabs bluetooth keyboard and iPod from middle of nowhere* *continues evil writer's cackle*

Day eleven~

The four remaining Cbers bury Novella deep in the snow, and forge on towards the bunker. There is no room for tears, as they would only freeze solid. Danie has taken Novella's lightsaber, and hung it next to her own blue one. "I sense that there is someone else who will need it." she explains. Nobody questions her.  

As they travel onwards, the wind picks up. The CBers walk carefully, testing each step in case of a Republic trap. Sydney has attempted to radio Jela, only to discover that any signal is being blocked by the thick snow. Leafmist sighs. "At least things can't get any worse." Danie, Brook, and Sydney all turn around and shout "Don't say that!" Leafmist shrugs. "There's no such thing as jinxing, you guys." The wind picks up. Leafmist falls into a drift, and has to be dug out. Brook discovers that all of the food has frozen, so everyone has to try to knaw their way through the frozen provisions. An hour later, when Sydney triggers a land mine and is only saved by Brook using the force to throw her out of the way, Leafmist puts her face in her hands. "I take it back. Things got much worse." A moment later, Sydney sees something. "I think I've spotted the bunker!" Leafmist looks up. "Wow, things are looking bet-" She is paused by an icy glare from Brook. "Worse. Much worse. Not better at all. Now can we just get going?" 

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Icy has given Claria and Shadow into the capable hands of the medical droid, and is now thinking hard. Something about this whole things seems….. Wrong. It shouldn't have been that easy to break out, and although Azea's quite capable with a blaster, there should've been many more troopers. The Stormtroopers missed every shot, and the Empire shouldn't have given them acces to bomb materials. It was almost as if the Empire wanted them to escape. But that was impossible! Unless…… She jumps up, and runs to the cockpit. "Azea! Don't go into hyperspace." Azea turns around. "Um, it's kind of too late for that. I suggest you grab onto something." Icy's eyes widen, and she grabs onto Azea's arm, just as the "Pilot IV" takes off into hyperspace. 

When the ship reaches the end of light speed, Icy practically tackles Azea. "Don't go any further! I think we're being tracked!" Azea pauses. "What?" Icy begins to look around for some sort of tracker. "Think about it. Didn't it seem a little too easy? It 'just so happened' that the troopers never shot us. Or is it a coincidence that we were given acces to bomb materials? Or that is was so easy to break into the weaponry? No. Not at all. The empire is better than that." Azea looks around wildly, then opens a hatch above her. "Here's the navigation system. If I were a tracker, I'd hide…." She pulls out a glowing red object. "Here." Icy groans. "We've led them right to us." Azea frowns. "We haven't, actually. Just the system. If we can lead them away….." She turns to a small compartment, and pulls out  several small nitro droids. "These little guys will keep going for ages. Icy, do you think you can reverse engineer this tracking device, and build me five more?" She hands the tracker to Icy, who grins. "Easily."

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Daisy is talking to a hologram of Clara, who is looking rather snowy, as well as having a bandaged arm. Daisy cocks an eyebrow. "I see things are going well on Hoth." Clara scowls. "Mind your own business. How are the prisoners?" Daisy flips her ponytail. "They escaped. All according to plan." Clara nods. "And the tracking device?" Daisy shrugs. "That's going well also. Now, are you going to stand around asking stupid questions, or are you going to give a report?" Clara's mood darkens to an uncharted shade of black. "Fine, flower." she mumbles. Daisy pretends not to hear, and Clara continues. "I killed the Jedi, Novella. The others are still alive. The bunker is rigged to explode, as planned. Chinchilla gave us the exact details." Daisy nods shortly. "Good, good. Chinchilla will be pleased to hear everything is going as planned." Before Clara can make any more flower jokes, Daisy cuts off the conection.