The Ramblings of J. Solo

[JediLeia]

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Star Wars or any of the characters involved in it. No money was or will be made off of this story. GL, please know that you inspire me, and don't sue! I don't have enough worth suing for anyways.

Note: Okay, this is a fic that I'm actually going to finish for once! (Kick me in the butt if I don't.) All spelling/grammar errors are intentional due to the soon-explained nature of this fic. Mrs. K, if you're reading, don't kill me.

Characters: Jaina, Zekk

Timeframe: Jaina is 14

Title: The Ramblings of J. Solo

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So, I've been doing this since I was about 5, right? I take the old typewriter out of the office, pray the old ink cartidge hasn't run out yet, and I spill out my deepest thoughts. About six years ago, the correction cartridge ran empty, so all the blurs you're seeing are my lovely mess-ups. I make quite a few of those. Basic is too confusing not to once in a while. Life is too confusing not to once in a while.


I feel now that I must correct something I said earlier. I know, second paragraph and I'm already correcting myself. I said that I spill out my deepest thoughts. Well, these aren't exactly deep. They're definitely thoughts, but not deep. Not that they won't get deep somewhere throughout the course of this paper. They're just not deep now. There I go, off on a rambling tangent. It happens sometimes.


You'll never notice it talking to me, though. It only happens when I talk to myself. I guess it's because I have so much to say to myself, and yet, I've heard it all before. Did you see that back in that last sentence? I used "and" and "yet" in the same sentence. Two conjunctions, one sentence. My Basic teacher might kill me. Man, I really wish these things had backspace buttons like modern commputers. But there's just something that you get out of a typewriter that you can never get from a computer. A computer will never make such a satisfying sound with each and every keystroke. Sure, you might get that little, "click, clickety, click," but it's never the same as the, "whack, whack, whackety whack," that comes from the typewriter. You'll also never be able to hold a keyboard on your legs and have them fall asleep from it. Yeah, I know. I'm crazy to have this big 'ol machine on my legs. But, if I don't hold it on my legs, then my wrists start to hurt from typing two inches from the floor.


Back to my point (did I ever have one?). Life is too confusing not to mess up once in a while. (Hey, I found my point!) Now, looking back in perspective, I can't help but feel that I did the right thing in the end. However, while I was in the situation, I desperately wanted to do the opposite of what I did. I always wonder what it would have been like had I chosen another path.


Yes. Maybe this will just turn out to be a poor pathetic 14 year old girl's story about life, love, and lessons learned. But maybe it will learn to transform into something more than that. I know, stories can't learn. But we writers have to maintain some degree of poetic imagery. Enough of that. On with my story.

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Good? Bad? More? Should I break out the brown paper bag of shame yet?

[emlayy]

Oooh, this looks very interesting. But I have to ask, do they have typewriters in SW?

[obi1roxmysox]

very interseting, leia! post more!

[Courtney Solo]

I like this, Destiny! And though I doubt there were typwriters in Star Wars, heck, this is AU.

[JediLeia]

I don't know if they have typewriters in Star Wars. But it makes perfect sense to me for them to have typewriters. If they didn't, then what did they have before datapads? You've got to figure that their technological advances went in steps similar to ours. I figure they had to have something inbetween a pencil and a datapad.

Nevertheless, I wrote the first two pages of this on a typewriter last night. So it fit.

[obi1roxmysox]

yay! type it soon!

[Courtney Solo]

[face_hypnotized]

[JediLeia]

Due to the suckiness of a previous report card, it's possible that my computer privleges will be witheld. Ao...this fic may not get updated for a while.

But...before that...I have an update for you!

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Well, he was 11, and I was 9. No, it's not what you think. We weren't romantically involved, and nothing happened between us. He was my best friend. His name was Zekk Ennth. He was an orphan. Well, not realy really. I mean, he had Peckhum. No, Peckhum wasn't his father. He was an old man who had taken Zekk in as his own.

Peckhum had the biggest--well, one of the biggest--hearts I have ever seen in my life. Even though he couldn't make much of a life for Zekk, he gave everything that he had for him. If Peckhum ever got a meal, more than half of it went to feed Zekk. If Peckhum got a new pair of shoes, he sold them to buy a jacket for Zekk.

Zekk, in turn, learned to make the same sacrifices for Peckhum. Not rearly nearly of the same magnitude, but their relationship was special. But their relationship really isn't important to this story. Not in the least bit.

As I'm sure I've said already, Zekk was my best friend. We weren't exactly the most conventional pair, but we got along fine. Now, about us not being the most conventional pair--well, I wasn't exactly as...ordinary...as Zekk. You see, my mom was--oh please don't think differently of me for saying this. My mom was--well, is--Leia. Yes, that Leia. My mother is Princess Leia Organa Skywalker Solo. My father is Han Solo, and my two brothers are Jacen and Anakin Solo. That's right, this paper was written by Jaina Solo.

Please...don't put the paper down. I don't want you to think of me any differently than you did a few paragraphs ago. Don't think of me as Jaina Solo. Well, I guess you should call me Jaina. That is my name. But please, try to see me as that little girl that didn't matter anything to the galaxy that you knew me as at the beginning of this paper.

[emlayy]

Oooh. I be very interested.

And I like how you put typos in. That makes it more realistic. ;D

[obi1roxmysox]

yup! very good, leia!!!!!!

[Marybeth (anni)]

*applauds* Jaina talking about Zekk Loved that

[obi1roxmysox]

me2!!!!!!!

[JediLeia]

Thanks guys! Those are genuine typos made by yours truly!

[obi1roxmysox]

lol. really?s

[Z]

sorry but i really can't get into all this stuff

[obi1roxmysox]

lol. it's ok, z

[JediLeia]

Yeah, it's cool, Z. Actually, these little babies are why I'm not active on the other half of the boards!

[Courtney Solo]

Lovely new post, Leia! ;D

[JediLeia]

Thanks, Court! Who's in your new icon?

[Courtney Solo]

My new icon WAS Leia Organa. ;D

[JediLeia]

You thought there were no more updates, but guess what there's an update!!!!

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So despite the fact that Zekk and I--as social rules would demand--were in two completely separate worlds, we never noticed anything. Now I can see that children generally ignore most of life's unwritten social rules. They don't matter when all you care about is friendship.

Even though I had two brothers and any amount of droids that I could have ever wanted to tinker with, I needed a friend. Don't get me wrong. I love Jacen and Anakin. There's just a different relationship with them. They're my brothers, and Zekk is my friend. Sure, Zekk became like my brother, but there's just a difference, you know? There are things that you can do and talk about with a friend that you just can't with your brother.

I'm not sure that my mother ever understood the bond that Zekk and I had have. See, my mother didn't grow up with her brother--my uncle Luke. He was raised with his Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru on Tatooine, while she was adopted by the Organas on Alderaan. Why the separation? Well, my grandfather was--please don't freak out again--Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi. Some say he was the most powerful Jedi of all time. Based on midichlorian data, I would have to agree. He had a power that not many could understand. Anyways, he met my grandmother, Padme Neberrie Amidala Skywalker when he was about 9. What he didn't know was that she was a queen from Naboo. Neverhteless, he vell fell in love with her, and some-odd years later, they were reunited. At that point, my grandmother fell equally hard for my grandfather, and they were secretly married.

Why secretly? Well, if you're sharp on your Jedi history, you'll know that Jedi were not allowed to become attached to anything. Their philosophy was that once you became attached tom something, you feared to lose it. It went from there that fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering--all of which are of the Dark Side. However, my grandfather couldn't even begin to imagine life without my grandmother, thus unknowingly beginning his dark side slip. As their relations deepened, my grandfather slippped farther and farther away from the Light, and soon it was too late to save him. Unfortunately--well, I guess if it weren't for this I wouldn't be telling you this story. But my grandmother became pregnant with my mother and uncle--fraternal twins. She died in childbirth, and by that time my grandfather was very dangerous to the well-being of my mom and uncle.

Not that he would have physically hurt them or anything, but he was under the evil mind hold of Emperor Palpatine, and he would have soon turned both young minds to the Dark side, having the ultimate powers in the Universe. Fortunately for the wise counsel of Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi, this was avoided, and the resulting arrangementwas arrangement was concocted. If you haven't been dead or something to put you out of the loop for the past 100 years, you'll also know that this resulted in my mother's upbringing, which would prepare her to lead the rebellion that overthrew the evil hold of the Emperor. I mean seriously...you would have had to have been dead not to have heard of my mother and her struggles.

I'm sorry, I just spent a whole chunk of time telling you a pointless story. Well, I guess it had a point, but not much of one. I warned you about my wild tangents. Where was I? Oh yes. So my mother first met my Uncle Luke, and they became good friends. That's why my mom can't understand Zekk and I. Because she grew up with her best friend becoming her brother. I was born with my brothers. There's just such a difference. I wish that she could see it.

[Courtney Solo]

*dances* yay! Great update!

[JediLeia]

Thank you so much! I love your Jedi Snuggles icon, Courtney!

[Courtney Solo]

Hehe, thanks! I just changed it, sorry, red doesn't go with green.

[JediLeia]

MAN! What are you, icon happy? Oh well. At least you don't change your name too often. Oh wait...


jk

[Courtney Solo]

LOL

Hey, I just changed it to something that I like, it goes with my personality.

[JediLeia]

And it has my name in the title.

[Courtney Solo]

HeHe, yeah it does!

[JediLeia]

Update...

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So Zekk and I would go out and have grand adventures in the streets of Coruscant. Actually, below them. But if my mom finds out, she'll have my head for not “consdering considering the dangers that I put myself in.” Then I'll end up reminding her that A, I’m a Jedi. I’m in danger, like, all the time. And B, Mom did that with her entire life. I mean, think about it. That's what the whole rebellion was. Putting lives on the line. Of course, it was for something worthwhile that they all believed in. Sorry, I'm starting to tangent again. Just don’t say a word about Zekk and me to my mother. If you’re going to rat me out, please at least have the decency to wait until I’m 21 and out of the house, thank you.

I guess it all started off with ‘Lyn’ll. I was 12 by the time I met ‘Lyn’ll. She was this girl who lived near us. I knew her, but I didn’t really know her. Zekk and ‘Lyn’ll liked each other for a while. I never really minded them. I was happy for them. After all, Zekk was is my best friend. I’ve always wanted the best for him.

Anyways, ‘Lyn’ll didn’t get to see Zekk all that often. I can’t remember why, but she only saw him about once a week. I, however, saw both Zekk and ‘Lyn’ll daily. So I sort of played messenger between the two. ‘Lyn’ll was completely enamored of Zekk. So I put myself in charge of remembering every single cute or interesting thing that Zekk did and/or said so that ‘Lyn’ll could get her “daily dose” of Zekk. I think this is really where it all started.

I got up that morning. It was my 13th birthday. I hadn’t had anything special planned. Zekk and I were going to check out a “cool find” that he had discovered last week. Then maybe later Mom and Dad were taking Jacen and I to dinner. I jumped out of the shower, pulled on my outfit of choice (a comfortable flightsuit) and headed to the kitchen.

“Morning,” I said to no one in particular. Mom, Dad, and Anakin had already beaten me to the table.

“Happy birthday!” everyone screamed at once. Dad and Anakin rushed over and carried me into the kitchen chair that they had adorned with cushions and confetti. I laughed at my family’s corniness and enjoyed the pampering.

“Whadda’ ya want for breakfast?” Dad asked. “Anything goes on your birthday!”

I thought for a moment. “Cocoa chip pancakes?”

“You got it, kid!” Dad turned to the stove. I raised an eyebrow. Dad trying to cook? That spelled disaster.

“Han, what are you doing?” Mom asked quizzically.

Dad turned around as if nothing could have possibly been out of place. “Making pancakes.”

Mom shook her head. “Han, since when do you cook?”

“What do you mean, ‘Since when do I cook?’ I can cook.”

“Yeah, tell that to your burnt omelettes that you tried to make for Anakin on his birthday.”

Anakin made a disgusted face at the memory of the terribly made omelette.

“That was only that one time!” Dad protested.

“And what about the toast you tried to make yesterday?” Mom reminded him. “That was burnt, too. And you burned those hard boiled hard-boiled chilx eggs. Han, it’s impossible to burn those.”

“But I—“

Mom interrupted him. “Han, if I let you cook one more thing, you might end up burning our apartment to the ground. I can’t let you do that.”

“All right.” Dad reluctantly gave up his place in front of the stove. Mom poured some batter out into the pan.

I shot Mom a look of relieved thanks. “You’re welcome,” she mouthed.

Dad’s countenance perked back up as Jacen stumbled sleepily down the stairs and into the kitchen, still in his pajamas. I covered my ears as he was met with the same chorus of “Happy birthday!” and carried to the other end of the table into a chair that matched mine. He sat in his chair, a little startled, and shook his head as if to shake the sleep off. He settled into a dull gaze, staring at the salt and pepper shakers.

“Want some breakfast, Jace?” Dad offered.

Jacen gave no reply.

“Jace?”

Still no reply.

“Hey Jacen!” Anakin yelled, trying to help wake Jacen up.

Dad finally realized what to do. He took one of my steaming Cocoa chip pancakes out of the pan, put it on a plate, and held it gently under Jacen’s nose.

Jacen immediately shook his head as if snapping out of a daydream. “Hey, food!” he exclaimed delightedly, and immediately picked up his fork, digging in.

I laughed as Dad explained, “There’s Jacen for you.”

[Courtney Solo]

LOL great stuff!