<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939</id><updated>2011-07-15T16:22:42.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebb.....Captain of Sky City.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115614940436067745</id><published>2006-08-21T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:33:51.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/rescue_115589255542033923.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of them reappear in Sky City. Sevan and Aziah look at each other with amazement. But before they can say anything they noticed Noel cradling Zebbs body. She is rubbing is head and whispering something to him. His eyes are closed and his body lays limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku not taking notice at first says. &lt;em&gt;"Whew, that was close!"&lt;/em&gt; He then turns and sees Noel holding Zebbs lifeless body. Not sensing any Ki, he kneels down and next to her gently places a hand on her shoulder and says. &lt;em&gt;"Aw man! No...... I'm sorry Noel but I think your Boyfriend is gone." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looks up at him and says. &lt;em&gt;"I know..."&lt;/em&gt; She looks back down at him and kisses his forehead. &lt;em&gt;"Good bye, my love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku gets back up and tries to get a hold of the medics, using the comlink Holg gave him. As they wait for the medics to arrive he wonders why Noel is so calm. Here she lost her mate and she is barely crying. Maybe something happened during the teleportation. He knows Noel has telepathic abilities, maybe the two of them joined and said their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks to the other side of the room. He seems to be taking this really hard. He can be heard mumbling something. &lt;em&gt;"If only I had been there sooner!"&lt;/em&gt; He punches a small cleaning droid in frustration. The droid rolls away beeping angrily. &lt;em&gt;"Opps Sorry!"&lt;/em&gt; He says. He then sees Noel get up. She turns and looks directly at him. She walks a couple steps and then passes out, her body falls on the floor. He runs to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan and Aziah get to her first, but Goku pushes them away. He picks her up and and cries. &lt;em&gt;"Oh No! Please don't die too!"&lt;/em&gt; He can feel her Ki, but it is very weak. He doesn't wait for the medics to arrive, he teleports directly to the medical facility. He runs over to a doctor and yells. &lt;em&gt;"Please help her!"&lt;/em&gt; He hands over her unconscious body to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he sits in the waiting room he keeps on thinking &lt;em&gt;*I hope I haven't failed her like I failed Zebb.*&lt;/em&gt; Then Holg comes into the room. &lt;em&gt;"I have an urgent message from your home world."&lt;/em&gt; He hands Goku the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku reads it and looks at Holg. &lt;em&gt;"I have to leave, can you please tell me if she is going to live or not?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg just shakes his head and says. &lt;em&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku just sighs and disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115614940436067745?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115614940436067745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115614940436067745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115614940436067745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115614940436067745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115589255542033923</id><published>2006-08-18T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:22:15.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/plan.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel sit and waits. Several hours pass and nothing happens. She starts to wonder if Jomb got her message and if a rescue crew will come. She thinks about what she will do once she gets home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://armyofclone.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-and-death-above-endor.html"&gt;All of a sudden she is jolted from her thought. The ship is shaking, it is the attack.&lt;/a&gt; Time to get moving. She gets up and stands by the door waiting, for what she don't know. The ship continues to shake violently. She hears metal scrapping metal, stuff is blowing apart. She can also hear the droids outside communicating to one another. Even though it's mumbled she can still sense their distress. Their communication must have been knocked out and must not know what to do. This may be an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel pulls out her blaster, and tries to open the door. It is still securely shut. With a sigh, she waits. Then without warning the ship starts to tilt. Her body slams into the wall. She is dazed and confused, once she regains herself she looks over and seen that the door is wide open. She crawls over to it and looks out. What was once a hallway is now more like an elevator shaft. She is about 100 feet up from what would now be considered the floor. There on the 'floor' lays the droids, or what is left of them. All of a sudden she sees Zebb poke his head out of a door several rooms down. She starts to yell... but is interrupted when the ship starts to settle back down. This time she is more ready because she rolls with the shift. Once the ship is settled she gets up and runs out the door, towards where she seen Zebb. Zebb comes out and sees Noel run towards him. When she gets to him she wraps her arms around him. She cries &lt;em&gt;"I have missed you so much!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb embraces her and says, &lt;em&gt;"I missed you too."&lt;/em&gt; He then pulls her away &lt;em&gt;"We got to get moving, they may send more guards."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where are we supposed to go?"&lt;/em&gt; Asks Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know, I thought......"&lt;/em&gt; Zebb replies, but is interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry were late, that whole tilting thing got us side tracked."&lt;/em&gt; Says Sevan as she runs up to the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well it looks like it worked out for you guys though."&lt;/em&gt; Says Aziah pointing at the guard droids. &lt;em&gt;"Well enough small talk, we have to get out of here. There is some escape pods not to far from here. Hopefully with all that is going on outside we can leave undetected. Plus nobody is going to shoot down some pods. Lets go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah runs down the hall way and the others follow. They reach the pods only to find that they all have been deployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SHIT... they are all gone."&lt;/em&gt; Aziah yells. He thinks for a minute and continues &lt;em&gt;"There should be some on the next floor."&lt;/em&gt; He starts to run back down the hallway. As they round a corner they run into some of Kloddos men. All four pull out their blaster. One of the men yells &lt;em&gt;"Hey Aziah what in the hell do you think you are doing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah motions to the other three to take cover behind a fallen beam. He yells back &lt;em&gt;"I'm saving my friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What.... you are a traitor then, and you will die along with them."&lt;/em&gt; The man yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not unless we kill you first."&lt;/em&gt; With that said he dives behind the beam with the others. Both groups start to fire at one another. As the small group was being driven back and they realized they were outnumbered and out powered. But none of them were ready to give up. And they didn't have too, because out of no where came this man and he starts fighting Kloddos men. He punches one of them into the bulkhead, and that must have scared the others because they take off down the hall way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man came up to the small group and introduced himself. &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2006/08/rescue.html"&gt;"Hey I'm Son Goku, but call me Goku. Who are you?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel senses something in this guy and immediately trusts him. She gets up and says &lt;em&gt;"I'm Noel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku looks at Noel relieved. &lt;em&gt;"I'm here to rescue you. And Um..... is Zebb here?" &lt;/em&gt;He asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb gets up and says. &lt;em&gt;"I'm Zebb."&lt;/em&gt; He doesn't know what to think of the guy, and he isn't about fall into another trap. &lt;em&gt;"How are we supposed to know this isn't a trap?"&lt;/em&gt; He asks. Noel reached over and takes his hand to try and calm him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah looks over at Zebb and says. &lt;em&gt;"He doesn't work here. In fact I don't think I've ever seen anything like him before in my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku smiles. &lt;em&gt;"Heh! I'm from another Galaxy. And...... look out!"&lt;/em&gt; He yells as a group of droids and Kloddo's men came around a corner and start to open fire on the group. Aziah and Sevan drop to the floor. Noel, trying to help starts to shoot back. One of the droids has a lock on Noels chest and Zebb sees this. Just before she is hit he pushes her out of the way and the blast hits him full on. He falls to the flood bleeding severely from the wound. Noel screams &lt;em&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" &lt;/em&gt;She then crawls over to him and takes him in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at Goku who was busy fighting. He makes some sort energy blast with his hands and fires it at Kloddo's men. It ended just about as quickly as it started. When Goku was done he turned and looked at Noel. She was sitting there holding Zebb crying. He walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder. She looks up and through the tears she asks &lt;em&gt;"What are you...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops her. No need to be asking questions at a time like this. They need to get out before anyone else was hurt. &lt;em&gt;"Get you friends to hold on to my shoulders. I need you guys to be close so I can teleport you outta here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan protested a little. &lt;em&gt;"That's Crazy!" &lt;/em&gt;She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku reassured her. &lt;em&gt;"Look I can do it just hold on to your boyfriend, And you sir put your hand on my shoulder. Miss Noel hold on to him."&lt;/em&gt; He says and looks at Zebb. The three of them do as they are told soon they are all standing in the mess hall at Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115589255542033923?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115589255542033923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115589255542033923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115589255542033923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115589255542033923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/rescue_115589255542033923.html' title='The Rescue'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115563107950640994</id><published>2006-08-15T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:37:59.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/tortured.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel lays in the dark. She has no knowledge of the time or day. All she knows is that the guards have stopped coming in and beating her. And she is slowly starting to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind wanders a lot, she thinks about her past and everything she has lived through. Her many surgeries as a baby, the crash that took her parents but left her injured and alone. Then there was the attack on Neptonian that destroyed everyone and everything while she watched helpless on one of the moons. She spent many years alone on that moon until she was finally able to safely leave. For most of her life she longed for the day to be on the other side with those who left her. But every time she manages to pull through and live on. Now she isn't sure she will make it through this and she really don't want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her mind wanders the door to her room opens. The light momentarily blinds her, as her vision clears she sees three figures walk into the room. She sits up and is ready for what ever they will do. She see one is a young man and he's with two droids. The young man closes the door behind him, he then makes a quick movement behind the droids and the droids fall to the floor. He then runs over to Noel and says &lt;em&gt;"I don't have much time to explain what is going on, the droids will be back on-line in a few minutes."&lt;/em&gt; He quickly takes out some bread and a large chunk of meat out of his robe and hands it to Noel. &lt;em&gt;"Here, eat this, I figured you would be hungry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel is unsure of what is happening. But she hasn't eaten in close to two week and her stomach wins over. She grabs the food and starts to eat it hungrily. Through a mouthful of food she asks, &lt;em&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am a friend of Sevans... My name is Aziah, I'm going to help rescue you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel stops eating and says &lt;em&gt;"I don't want to be rescued, I'm ready to die and join my friends and family on the other side."&lt;/em&gt; She looks away as her eyes start to tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah looks at her and says &lt;em&gt;"What about that guy that's here with you.... Sevan told me you two are pretty close. I'm sure he wants to be rescued and spend the rest of his life with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you telling me Zebb is still alive?"&lt;/em&gt; Noel said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes he is, actually he from what I hear is doing better then you." &lt;/em&gt;He says as he hands Noel a container full of water. &lt;em&gt;"Here is some water."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That is great, so how do you plan to rescue us?"&lt;/em&gt; She then takes the water and starts to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sevan told me about your telepathic link your friend from the outside. If I tell you exactly where we are can you get through to him. I would do it myself but one, I can't get passed the security codes and two, I'm not aloud to leave. You are our only way to reach the outside."&lt;/em&gt; He reaches out and touches Noels arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel shakes her head. &lt;em&gt;"I can't..."&lt;/em&gt; She pulls back her hair and shows him the device on her neck. &lt;em&gt;"This..... THING is keeping me from using my abilities" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah smiles and reaches into his robes he pulls out a small devise. He hands it to Noel. &lt;em&gt;"This will over ride the blocker on your neck. All you need to do in snap it on the blocker and it will work. One thing it is programmed to work for a short time only , then it will then shut down. It is basically what I used on the droids."&lt;/em&gt; He said as he looks over at the fallen droids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel takes the devise and knowing they had very little time, she asks. &lt;em&gt;"Okay, so are you going to tell me where we are?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhhh Yeah, we are in orbit of Endor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel eyes widen, and she just nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziah turns and sees the droids are starting to move. &lt;em&gt;"Shit I thought I had more time."&lt;/em&gt; He mumbles to himself. He then leans over and whispers &lt;em&gt;"Just get though to your outside friend. And tell him we need someone to attack the ship. This should allow a big enough distraction for us all to leave undetected. And here you may need this, just keep it hidden."&lt;/em&gt; He hands her a blaster. Noel quickly hides the weapon, food and water container under a blanket next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns and looks at the droids as they stand up. He quickly turns to Noel and whispers &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry, but I have to keep my cover for now."&lt;/em&gt; He the grabs Noels face and kisses her. She is taken by surprise but knows it is only an act. He pulls away and yells &lt;em&gt;"You Bitch, you bit me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing along, Noel yells back. &lt;em&gt;"That won't be the only thing I bite. Now leave me ALONE."&lt;/em&gt; She pushes him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets back up and storms over to Noel. He brings his hand back and looks at her, and winks. He brings his hand over fast and seemingly hard, but it barely touches her face. She swings her head with his hand, making the hit seem real. She grabs her face where he 'hit' it and was about to yell something at him. Their eyes met again and he winked. This time he made it look like he kicked her hard in the gut. She doubled over and groaned in pain. He stops and storms over to the droids and says &lt;em&gt;"Let's go, this female is not worth it."&lt;/em&gt; As he follows the droids out he quickly takes off the devises he put on them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Noel uses the devise Aziah gave her to get through to Jomb. She links with him and because of the close proximity she is able to send a message using actually words. She sends him all the information she can, but before he can respond to her message the devise shut down. Leaving her unsure if he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115563107950640994?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115563107950640994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115563107950640994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115563107950640994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115563107950640994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/plan.html' title='A Plan.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115484535954227547</id><published>2006-08-06T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:22:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortured</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/monster.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel wakes up alone and in pain. She doesn't remember much from the past few days. All she does know is she was taken away and placed in a tiny room. A room that has nothing, except a light that only comes on when someone is about to enter. She hasn't had anything to eat and very little to drink since she was taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones that come in are the guards. They beat her until she is unconscious. What they do to her afterward she doesn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no idea why they are beating her. No one will answer her when she questions them. They only beat harder when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel tries to sit up but she finds the pain unbearable. She is only able to raise her hand to her face. She feels dried blood and open wounds. Her fur and hair is covered in dried blood. Her one eye is swollen and sore. Her other eye is protected by metal. She feels inside her mouth, two teeth are missing. But they haven't broken her jaw..... yet. She looks down at her body, all of it is still intact. She slowly moves each limb to make sure it is working properly. She finds that she has wires ripped out on her other arm, she is unable to mover her hand. Luckily there is no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she lays there she wonders if Zebb is still alive, and if he is in similar or worse shape. She hates wondering and worrying about him, but she can't reach out to him telepathically. She thinks there is a blocking devise making her unable to reach him. This devise also keeps her from communicating with Jomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in her mind Zebb is already dead, and she prays for the day she will be too. Then they will meet in their special place, and be together again.......forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115484535954227547?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115484535954227547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115484535954227547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115484535954227547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115484535954227547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/08/tortured.html' title='Tortured'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115432582982893477</id><published>2006-07-31T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:03:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-place.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Kon led Kloddo to the prisoners. Just as they approached room, Mas Kon says. &lt;em&gt; "Do you want to see them separately or together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Separately will be fine. No need for them to see one another."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well.... Actually we have been keeping them together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kloddo looks over at Mas Kon and angrily states. &lt;em&gt;"You idiot, why do you have them together." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well I just thought it would be nice to have them spend......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NICE, NICE."&lt;/em&gt; Kloddo interrupted Mas Kon. &lt;em&gt;"We are killers looking for revenge, we are not NICE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry Sir, I....... I  promise it will never happen again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You got that right."&lt;/em&gt; Says Kloddo as he makes a motion with his hand. One of his guards raises his gun and shoots Mas Kon, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb and Noel her the shot through the door. And pull apart just before the door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kloddo enters the room, and glares at the two. He motions to the guards to enter and he closes the door behind him. &lt;em&gt;"What do we have here, a murder and his whore. Well I think visitation is over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb steps forward and places himself between Noel and Kloddo. His blood boils at the sound of the last word. &lt;em&gt;"Don't you DARE call her that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kloddo just laughs and says. &lt;em&gt;"I don't think you are in no position to tell me what I can and can not say."&lt;/em&gt; He motions to his guards and one of them hits Zebb in the stomach with his gun. As Zebb doubles over holding his stomach another guard hits him in the face. This causes Zebb to fall over, the guards continue kicking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel runs over and screams &lt;em&gt;"STOP IT, YOUR HURTING HIM."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's the point."&lt;/em&gt; He motioned again and a guard grabs Noel and pulls her away. &lt;em&gt;"Take her away and put her in another room."&lt;/em&gt; Noel tries to fight the guard but it only ended up with her getting knocked out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb tries to get up off the floor to stop them from taking Noel, but he is only hit and kicked even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kloddo just sits and watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115432582982893477?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115432582982893477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115432582982893477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115432582982893477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115432582982893477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/monster.html' title='The Monster......'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115407301755528390</id><published>2006-07-28T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:50:17.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Secret Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/always.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns around and smiles. "I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She steps in closer to him and he wraps his arms around her. They stand there holding one another for awhile, knowing that this may be the last time they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Neither of them feel sadness, because they have connected in ways unimaginable to most beings. And this connection will keep them together for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This connection is a joining of two minds. These two minds come together and can make a place like no other. There is only peace and happiness in this place. And this place is where the two minds will go to find on another.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kloddo boards the ship and takes command. He tells the control officer to set route for Endor. Then he asks to see the prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115407301755528390?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115407301755528390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115407301755528390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115407301755528390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115407301755528390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-place.html' title='A Secret Place'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115373002483338042</id><published>2006-07-24T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:35:32.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/serious-wake-up-call.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and Zebb look at one another with a bit of worry in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get up and quickly throw on some clothes. Just as they were getting done the door opens. It is only &lt;em&gt;Sevan&lt;/em&gt; with their lunch. They both take a plate and sit on the bed. Zebb starts to eat his hungrily, while Noel just picks at hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Zebb is done, he looks over at Noel. She has barely touched her food. &lt;em&gt;"Come on, you have to eat."&lt;/em&gt; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at him and says. &lt;em&gt;"Honestly, I am not that hungry."&lt;/em&gt; He looks down at her plate. She seems to understand that he is still hungry. So she hands her plate over to him. &lt;em&gt;"Here, you can have it, if you want."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't eat your food."&lt;/em&gt; He says refusing to take the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I insist, take it. I'll be fine. My body was made to fast during the mating process, yours is not. Take it, eat."&lt;/em&gt; She hands her plate over again to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, if you insist."&lt;/em&gt; He takes it and continues to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he eats, Noel looks over at Sevan and asks. &lt;em&gt;"So what is going to happen now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honestly, I don't know."&lt;/em&gt; Sevan answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel gets up and goes over to the window. She takes notices that the ship is moving. &lt;em&gt;"Where are we going?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are going to pick up Kloddo, from there I don't know."&lt;/em&gt; Answers Sevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you find out for us, once we stop."&lt;/em&gt; Asks Zebb, who has finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll try, but for now I have to go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once alone, Zebb comes up behind Noel and wraps his arms around her. He whispers in her ear. &lt;em&gt;"No matter what happens. I will always love you, and I will always be there for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns around and smiles. &lt;em&gt;"I know."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115373002483338042?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115373002483338042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115373002483338042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115373002483338042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115373002483338042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115355279785850580</id><published>2006-07-22T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:25:23.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serious Wake Up Call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/rest-at-last.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, Sevan rushes into the room and tries to wake the sleeping couple. &lt;em&gt;"Zebb, Noel. You have to get up right now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel opens her eyes and lifts her head off Zebbs chest &lt;em&gt;"Uhhhhh.... ooooooo"&lt;/em&gt; She grunts then wipes the drool off her face. &lt;em&gt;"Can you give us a few more hours to catch up on our sleep?"&lt;/em&gt; She asks as she puts her head back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, I can't. You have to get up right now, it is an emergency."&lt;/em&gt; She says as she shakes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Emergency, what kind of emergency needs us to be up?"&lt;/em&gt; Zebb asks sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's Kloddo, I just got word he will be here in a couple hours."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bit of news shook the two awake, sitting up Zebb asked. &lt;em&gt;"Are you serious?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes I am, here are some fresh clothes,"&lt;/em&gt; she says as she hands them the clothes. &lt;em&gt;"I'll have lunch for you shortly.... I figured you may be hungry since you haven't eaten in three days."&lt;/em&gt; She gives them a small smile as she quickly leaves the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and Zebb look at one another with a bit of worry in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115355279785850580?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115355279785850580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115355279785850580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115355279785850580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115355279785850580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/serious-wake-up-call.html' title='A Serious Wake Up Call.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115320956428541600</id><published>2006-07-18T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:59:24.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/mating-ritually.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noel and Zebb are still at it. They have been making love on and off the whole time. Their only break is small cat naps between. They haven't even stopped to eat. They told Sevan not to worry about it, and she has respected their wishes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb finally collapse with exhaustion. Noel mumbles, &lt;em&gt;"No more, no more, I have had enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zebb rolls over on his back he says. &lt;em&gt;"You said that yesterday, then after you took a quick nap you wanted more."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This time I know I'm done. All I want right now is like twelve hours of sleep." &lt;/em&gt; She said as she put her head on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sounds good to me." &lt;/em&gt;He says as he wraps his arm around her. He then continues. &lt;em&gt;"And after that, I want some food, a lot of it." &lt;/em&gt;He looks over at Noel and sees she is already fast asleep. He smiles and gives her a small kiss on the forehead. Then he closes his eyes and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115320956428541600?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115320956428541600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115320956428541600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115320956428541600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115320956428541600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/rest-at-last.html' title='Rest at last.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115303291993721593</id><published>2006-07-16T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:07:58.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mating Ritually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-thoughts.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I figured you could use a little break." &lt;/em&gt;She says as she hands him a small towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks,"&lt;/em&gt; he says as he takes the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, Zebb. I was just wondering what the plans are for tonight?"&lt;/em&gt; She asks. Then she steps in close to him, puts her hand on his chest, and looks up at him longingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb tries and step away, but finds she has pined him in the corner. &lt;em&gt;"Well first of all I want a shower."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at him and says, &lt;em&gt;"Okay."&lt;/em&gt; Then she backs up a little, gives him a smile, and asks. &lt;em&gt;"Can I join you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I......ummmmmm......"&lt;/em&gt; He starts to stammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Noel pins him against the wall forcefully. &lt;em&gt;"I have been pacient with you long enough. I have been waiting for you to make your move for the past two days. Your turn is up, now it's mine. And I say we are going to do this tonight."&lt;/em&gt; She growls at him. He can see a little bit of madness in her eyes. Suddenly she blinks and the look softens. She continues, &lt;em&gt;"Is that okay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb is shocked at what just happened. And he is at a loss for words. So he does the only thing he can think of..... He looks deep into her eyes and places his hand on her cheek. He strokes her face and then leans down and kisses her passionately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick breath of air Noel continues to kiss him on the neck. She gives him a few love bites and then continues her way down, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. She stops just below his belly button, where she teases him just a little. Then she kisses her way back up, stopping to give a couple more bites on his neck. She ends her trail right back where she started, at his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they kiss Zebb carefully maneuvers Noel around, so that she has her back to the wall. Once in place he does what she did, he starts to kiss her neck. While he is kissing and giving love bites, he starts to un-button her shirt. Once her shirt is off he makes his way down, giving special attention to the chest region. Then he kisses down to her belly button (or the spot where her belly button should have been) and teases her just a little. Then he heads back up, where he once again pays just a little extra attention to her chest. He stops at her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they continue to kiss and caressing one another, Noel and Zebb slowly make their way to the bed. Once there Noel pushes Zebb onto the bed. He lands on his back, as he lays there, he watches Noel take off the rest of her clothes. Then she climbs into the bed next to him and  helps him out of his pants. Once he is free of clothes, he tackles her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noel and Zebb are still at it. They have been making love on and off the whole time. Their only break is small cat naps between. They haven't even stopped to eat. They told Sevan not to worry about it, and she has respected their wishes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115303291993721593?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115303291993721593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115303291993721593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115303291993721593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115303291993721593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/mating-ritually.html' title='The Mating Ritually.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115269387596887579</id><published>2006-07-12T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:49:19.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-days-later.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days pass and the two have not yet mated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel is sitting on the bed TRYING to get a link with Jomb. But she is finding it very difficult to concentrate, since Zebb is doing pull-ups with his shirt off again. And she can't help but stare at him and think. &lt;em&gt;*He is so gorgeous, I wonder how much longer I have to wait. I figured we would be mating by now, but he did say it would be a surprise. Just look at him, all sweaty..... okay Noel calm down...... breath...... I have to concentrate, I have to get through to Jomb.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes and tries to send a message.... she tries for over five minutes with no luck. She opens her eyes again and looks at Zebb and thinks &lt;em&gt;*AHHHHHHHH, this is pointless. There is no way I can concentrate with him doing that. I HAVE to mate......NOW.....Noel stop......control yourself......breath. I can't let myself go, I may hurt him....... ohhhh why does he want to wait so long. I won't be able to control myself much longer. Hummmmmm maybe, if he don't come to me, I will go to him. Maybe that's what he wants. Yeah I think that's what I'm going to do.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Zebb is over doing his daily routine of pull-ups. He too has a lot on his mind. &lt;em&gt;*I'm going to have to mate soon..... I was just hoping she would give in enough and make me. She is a lot stronger willed then I thought. I know all this waiting is driving her crazy inside. Even though she says okay after I tell her to wait a bit longer. I feel kind of bad for not mating yet........ I should have that first night. Arrrggggg why didn't I. I'll give her a little longer to make the first move. Then if she doesn't I will.....*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he feels a hand on his back. He stops and turns around, &lt;em&gt;"Hey Noel."&lt;/em&gt; He drops to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I figured you could use a little break."&lt;/em&gt; She says as she and him a small towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115269387596887579?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115269387596887579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115269387596887579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115269387596887579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115269387596887579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-thoughts.html' title='Simple thoughts'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115252071611938575</id><published>2006-07-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:38:36.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/hope-and-love.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days pass. And both Noel and Sevan have apologize to one another. Noel tells Sevan about her telepathic link with Jomb. Sevan is happy and gives as much information as she can. The only thing she don't know is where in space they are. All they know is that they are in the outer rim, orbiting a small planet with two moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb is still avoiding Noel, and has yet to tell her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel is confused by Zebbs recent change. He won't tell her why he is so distant, and it is really getting to her. Normally she wouldn't be bothered by it, but she really needs to mate. Otherwise she may harm him, and she doesn't really want to do that. Her hormones leave her unpredictable and extremely moody. She knows if she don't mate soon, she may attack and take him by force. She don't want that to happen, she wants the mating to be special for the both of them. It is either they mate or she leaves to another room. She will leave the decision to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light from the sun peaks up over the planets surface and shines into the room. Noel who was up all night, gets up and walks over to the window. She just love watching the sunrise over the planet. It gives her a sense of peace. She hears Zebb stir behind her. She decides now is the time to talk him about her little problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb gets up and comes over to the window and stands next to Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The sunrise is sure beautiful this morning." &lt;/em&gt;He looks at her and asks. &lt;em&gt;"Have you been up all night?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I have had a lot on my mind and couldn't sleep. I didn't keep you awake did I?"&lt;/em&gt; She asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For a little while, but I did eventually fall asleep."&lt;/em&gt; He says as he stretches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry, I tried to be quite."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's okay, but I really wish you would sleep."&lt;/em&gt; Zebb says. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and walks away. &lt;em&gt;"I'm going to go take a shower before breakfast comes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait Zebb, can we talk first."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can't it wait till after breakfast."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No it can't."&lt;/em&gt; She yells. &lt;em&gt;This is very important, I need to tell you something now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed he says. &lt;em&gt;"Okay, okay what is so important that you NEED to tell me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes over and sits on her bed. She looks over at him and asks. &lt;em&gt;"First off I want to know if you still love me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of question is that?"&lt;/em&gt; He asks. &lt;em&gt;"Yes of course I still love you."&lt;/em&gt; He goes over and sits next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks straight at him and asks. &lt;em&gt;"Then why have you been avoiding me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks down and sighs. He knew he would have to answers this question sooner or later. He was just hoping it would be later then sooner. He looks back up at her and says. &lt;em&gt;"Well because of what almost happened. You took me by surprise. Then, after Sevan interrupted us, I had time to think. I had been thinking this is no place for such... ummmm ..... activities. So I figured that the only way keep it from happening again would to keep to myself. I'm am really sorry. I do really love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel just look at him. Now it was her turn to tell all. &lt;em&gt;"I understand, but if you don't want to mate here I'm going to have to see if I can be put into another room, and hope another male doesn't show up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well I'm am not out of my mating cycle yet, and I don't think I will ever be until I mate. And you seen the way I can be.... remember when I attacked you. I'm afraid I will hurt you if I stay here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But, I thought it was over. You have been so normal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes I was, but that's due to a plant I found. I used to mix it with water and drink it. It kept my hormones at bay. But I haven't had any in months. And now the need to mate has rose again."&lt;/em&gt; She got up and walked to the other side of the room. &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry about this, I don't like the idea of mating here either. I wanted our first time to be special and romantic."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looks over at her and asks &lt;em&gt;"Can...can I think about it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel nods and says. &lt;em&gt;"But the decision needs to be made by the time breakfast is done. If not, I'm going to ask Sevan if I can be put into another room."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb sighs and says. &lt;em&gt;"Okay... I'm going to take a shower now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes and takes his shower. He stays in there a very long time, thinking about what to do. &lt;em&gt;He loves Noel so much. But like Noel said he wanted the first time to be special and romantic, not in some holding cell. Another thing is that she didn't WANT to mate, but she NEEDED to mate. He just could go through with it, it would be wrong. But if he decided she should go....he couldn't live with that either. What would happen if some other male took advantage of her. He would feel so bad. Plus the thought of maybe never seeing her again would kill him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still trying to decide what to do when he heard Sevan enter the room with breakfast. He turns off the water and grabs a towel and wraps it around himself. He leaves the shower and sees the two females talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs a plate and sits on the bed. He slowly starts to eat without saying a word. Noel takes her plate and starts to eat, still talking to Sevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food was gone Zebb just sits there, Sevan walks over and takes his plate. &lt;em&gt;"You seem to be quite today, you feeling okay?"&lt;/em&gt;  She asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I .....I have a lot on my mind."&lt;/em&gt; He looks over at Noel. He just shakes his head. He just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looks at Zebb with disappointment, then she turns towards Sevan. &lt;em&gt;"Sevan I have to ask you something."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sure what is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I... want to know if I could......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb jumps up yells. &lt;em&gt;"NOOOOO don't."&lt;/em&gt; He runs over to Noel and grabs her. &lt;em&gt;"Please don't do it."&lt;/em&gt; He just couldn't see her leave. Plus mating with her wouldn't be that bad. Even though it would be in a holding cell, he could make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan gives them a look of confusion. &lt;em&gt;"What is going on?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel smiles at Zebb and says. &lt;em&gt;"It is nothing Sevan, a different decision was made."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan who still looks confused says. &lt;em&gt;"Well I have no idea what is going on. And I have no time to find out, I have to get back to work." &lt;/em&gt;She gathers the plates and heads towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb turns and looks at Sevan. &lt;em&gt;"Can you knock or something before you come in next time. We may be..... ummm......  busy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan eyes get wide and she smiles. &lt;em&gt;"Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Sevan closes the door. Zebb pulls Noel in close and gives her a passionate kiss. After about a minute they break for air.&lt;em&gt; "I just couldn't let you leave." &lt;/em&gt;He kisses her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel finally pulls away. She looks at Zebb and asks. &lt;em&gt;"So you have decided we should mate?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kind of, I was between seeing you go, or mating with you. Any sane man would choose mating." &lt;/em&gt;He smiles and leans in for another small kiss. He pulls away and says &lt;em&gt;"However I'm going to make you wait. I want to make this at least a tad romantic. So it's not going to be like right now, I want it to just happen with no planning, a surprise you know. And now isn't the time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sounds wonderful, just make sure not to wait to long, other wise I may take matters in my own hands and it won't be as pleasant."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry, it won't be that long." &lt;/em&gt;He smiled and he kissed her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115252071611938575?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115252071611938575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115252071611938575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115252071611938575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115252071611938575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-days-later.html' title='A few days later.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115207944727921653</id><published>2006-07-04T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:12:31.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/hope-tears-and-song.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel pulls away from Zebb, she says &lt;em&gt;"Sorry about that, my emotions are all out of wack. Now I feel bad for yelling at Sevan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't be, she could help if she really wanted to. I think we have to come up with some sort of escape or something."&lt;/em&gt; Zebb says and walks over to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do you think we can."&lt;/em&gt;Noel asks and starts to think for a minute. &lt;em&gt;"Wait a minute, Jomb...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"JOMB???"&lt;/em&gt; Asks Zebb alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I have been sending him messages using my telepathic ability."&lt;/em&gt; Says Noel excitedly. &lt;em&gt;"Now that I have more information to send him, he may be able to help. It may take him awhile to understand, but it can be done."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Really.... well get to it."&lt;/em&gt; Says Zebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel goes over and sits on the bed. She crosses her legs and closes her eyes. She slips into a meditative state. She then sends a message using pictures for words. She then sits and waits for a response, when she gets nothing she tries again, and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after about two hours she comes back. She a little sad she couldn't get through, but Jomb is a busy man. But she still holds hope, because she knows once Jomb is relaxed he will get the messages. Hopefully he will be awake enough to realize it is a message and not just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks over at Zebb, who is doing pull-ups from a bar near the shower. He has his shirt off and beads of sweat cover his body. She also takes notice that he has muscled up a bit. She smiles and thinks about earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks to herself as she watches him &lt;em&gt;I was about to mate with him, why... there was that strong urge and I couldn't stop myself. I have to keep them urges under control. But that's going to be hard without that drink. My hormones are so out of wack right now cause I feel nothing. Maybe it is because I didn't mate when the urges stated months ago, then I found that plant that helped with the urges. Now that I haven't drank any of it for months, so my body is confused. I know in my mind now isn't the time to mate, but that may be the only way to stop these urges. Plus he didn't seem to mind at all. So maybe the next time these urges hit I will try again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Zebb was thinking about stuff too. &lt;em&gt;I can't believe Noel was going to mate with me. It was so weird, it was like she changed in seconds. And I went along with it. Thank the stars the Sevan walked in before it got any further. I do really love her, but this is no place to mate. I just hope she don't try it again, maybe if I try and keep to myself she won't. But that's going to be hard, since I do love her so, and I just want to hold her. This isn't going to be easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb stops and turns around. He notices that Noel is watching him. He smilies and grabs a towel and starts to wipe off his sweaty body.&lt;em&gt; "So did you get through to him?" &lt;/em&gt;He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel sighs and says.&lt;em&gt; "I don't know, he didn't send anything back. But he may get the message later."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb just nods and puts his shirt back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will try again later, okay." &lt;/em&gt;She says, as she walks over to him. She looks up at him and smilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks down at her,and says. &lt;em&gt;"Okay."&lt;/em&gt; He then gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and walks away towards the bed. He climbs to the top bunk and lays down. Noel is left standing there confused. She turns and looks at him. He is laying there with his back towards her. She goes over and lays down in the lower bed. All she can figure is that he is really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Night." &lt;/em&gt;Says Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Night."&lt;/em&gt; Answers Zebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115207944727921653?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115207944727921653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115207944727921653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115207944727921653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115207944727921653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/07/hope-and-love.html' title='Hope and Love.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115088113027072812</id><published>2006-06-21T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:14:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope, Tears, And A Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens and Sevan walks in with dinner. Noel jumps up in shock and stands next to Zebb. She starts to button up her shirt while Zebb is fixing his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan see all and blushes &lt;em&gt;"Ohhh geez, I'm so sorry..... I'll..... ummmmmm leave this here and come back later."&lt;/em&gt; She put a try of food down and starts to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No wait, I want to talk to you."&lt;/em&gt; Says Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now?"&lt;/em&gt; Both Zebb and Sevan ask together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah. I want to know what is going on. I mean, Zebb told me why he is here but why am I? Why save me, then keep me as a prisoner."&lt;/em&gt; Asks Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honestly, I don't know."&lt;/em&gt; Said Sevan &lt;em&gt;"I never ask Mas Kon what he does with his prisoners. He may keep you as a slave, like myself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will never be a slave. I would rather die first."&lt;/em&gt; Said Noel angrily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's how I was at first. But I gave in and now I do what ever Mas Kon wants. I figure if I don't argue with him and do what he wants me to do, he will give me my freedom when I turn 18, like he promised."&lt;/em&gt; Sevan says and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But what if he don't?"&lt;/em&gt; Zebb asks getting up. He walks over to the food and sees what the nights dinner is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan sighs and says &lt;em&gt;"Well then my boyfriend may buy me from Mas Kon. And if that don't work he says he will basically sneak me off the ship. And Yes I do realize that would mean having Mas Kon after the both of us. But I'm willing to take that risk to be with him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do you think he can get you off the ship."&lt;/em&gt; Asked Zebb through a mouthful of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Easy, Aziah is Mas Kons step son. Unlike me Aziah is allowed off the ship. Right now he has joined a University on Coruscant."&lt;/em&gt; Says Sevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and Zebb look at each other. They realize they are thinking of the same thing, a potential rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looks back at Sevan and asks hopefully. &lt;em&gt;"Is there any way to reach Aziah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan shakes her head and says. &lt;em&gt;"No, not any more. He lost holo-net connection several weeks ago. Ohhhh I miss him so much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hopeful, Noel asks. &lt;em&gt;"Is there any way for you to reach the outside worlds at all?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan sighs and shakes her head again and says ." &lt;em&gt;No. Only Aziah knew the security codes to get through. We would chat on a secure line, nobody knew not even Mas Kon. I did however hack through once and start a blog but since they change codes everyday it is near impossible to get through them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is there any way you can get through again..... Please our lives depend on this." &lt;/em&gt;Noel pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan shook her head. &lt;em&gt;"I..... I can't. I'm sorry. MY future depends on how happy Mas Kon is. If I try anything stupid he will kill me or keep me from seeing Aziah. Either way my life would be over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I swear if you help us get out of here, I promise I will keep you and Aziah safe. I can also give you both jobs on Sky City. Please you are our only hope to get out of here alive"&lt;/em&gt; Noel was almost yelling. Luckily the room was sound proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All the prisoners say that. But I know better. Nobody is more powerful then Kloddo. And since Kloddo wants Zebb dead, Zebb will die. Sorry but that's the way it works in these parts."&lt;/em&gt; Said Seven who was starting to feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel was almost in tears. &lt;em&gt;"If you don't help and Zebb is killed MY life will be over. Don't you understand."&lt;/em&gt; Zebb walks over to Noel and tries to comfort her. As he holds her she cries into his shoulder. &lt;em&gt;"What a selfish little brat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looks over to Sevan and says. "&lt;em&gt;"I think it would be best if you left"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan just nods and picks up the dishes. She leaves the room and walks down the hall to a kitchen. She hands the dishes to a couple droids and leaves without saying a word. She walks to her room and once there, closes the door and falls to the floor. She starts sobbing...... She likes Noel and Zebb and she wants to help them more then any of other prisoners that have ever came through. She feels so helpless, she feels so bad for Noel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back in the holding cell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb is holding Noel who is still crying. &lt;em&gt;"Shhhhhhh..... every thing will be alright. I will come up of something to get us out of here."&lt;/em&gt; Zebb was now more determined then ever to escape. The only thing that was keeping him from escaping before was knowing Noel was aboard another part of the ship. But now that she was here with him, he had nothing stopping him. It wasn't that he feared death, he was more afraid of what would happen to Noel if he did die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been through so much in her life time. Her childhood spent in the hospital. The shuttle crash that killed her parents and left her in the hospital even longer. The attack on her planet that killed everyone she ever knew and loved. And when Jomb showed up she was so happy, but he too left her heart broken. She had lost so much, he knew she couldn't afford to lose someone else she had cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a song he had heard awhile back entered his thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight it's very clear&lt;br /&gt;As we're both lying here&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget&lt;br /&gt;Say things I might regret&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll keep me standing tall&lt;br /&gt;You'll help me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm always strong when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;I have always needed you&lt;br /&gt;I could never make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;From a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Just in time I will save the day&lt;br /&gt;Take you to my castle far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;br /&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was remembering the song, Noel calmed down. She looked up and said. &lt;em&gt;"I love that song."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115088113027072812?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115088113027072812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115088113027072812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115088113027072812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115088113027072812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/hope-tears-and-song.html' title='Hope, Tears, And A Song.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-115044299227611990</id><published>2006-06-16T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:38:37.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/together-at-last.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and Zebb stand there holding each other for awhile. Finally Noel pulls away and looks at Zebb. She asks him, &lt;em&gt;"Do you have any idea what is going on? I haven't got a straight answer from anyone since I was captured."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb went over and sat on the bed he looks at Noel and says &lt;em&gt;"You don't know anything at all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel went over and sat next to him. &lt;em&gt;"Well I did know that those Rodian's were going to take me to Geonosis, but that's all."&lt;/em&gt; Says Noel, &lt;em&gt;"I just wish I knew why they were doing this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looks down and closes his eyes.&lt;em&gt; " I..... know .... why."&lt;/em&gt; He says and looks back up at Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looks at him and asks. &lt;em&gt;"Well, what is it then."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb gets back up and walks over to the window. He sighs and starts to tell Noel &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/past.html"&gt;about his past.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he finishes, he looks back at Noel who was still sitting on the bed. &lt;em&gt;"Your not mad at me for not telling you the truth...... are you?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel gets up and walks over to him. &lt;em&gt;"I could never be mad at you, you had your reasons to keep it all a secret. And actually you never really lied, since I never asked you about you past." &lt;/em&gt;She says as she smiles at him. &lt;em&gt;"But," &lt;/em&gt;She continues &lt;em&gt;"I wish you did tell me. If you did I'm sure we would not be in this mess right now" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do you say that?&lt;/em&gt; " Asks Zebb. &lt;em&gt;"Kloddo is a very powerful man, he gets what he wants and doesn't stop at nothing to get it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I'm friends with someone even more powerful..... Jaba (Fatboy) Hut."&lt;/em&gt; She says with a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, now you tell me." &lt;/em&gt;He states &lt;em&gt;"If I knew that I would have told you right away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What, you didn't know. I thought I told you about him."&lt;/em&gt; She says. She sighs and starts to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb grabs her and says. &lt;em&gt;"I really am sorry for not telling you sooner, I..... feel like this is all my fault. If I wouldn't have came to Sky City, you would be safe there and not here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't say that."&lt;/em&gt; She says looking up at him. &lt;em&gt;"I am so glad I met you. And I have never been happier or felt safer  then I am right here, right now."&lt;/em&gt; She then leans in and starts to kiss him. &lt;em&gt;"Come on, I have an idea that will keep our minds off this problem for awhile."&lt;/em&gt; She gives him a seductive smile and leads him to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hummmmm, I think I will like this idea."&lt;/em&gt; He says as he sits down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue to kiss and Noel climbs up on Zebbs lap..... Then the door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-115044299227611990?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/115044299227611990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=115044299227611990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115044299227611990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/115044299227611990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth.html' title='The truth.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114984534282649895</id><published>2006-06-09T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T04:34:00.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/awakening.html"&gt;HERE.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan steps up the key pad and types in the pass code for the door. She steps back as the door opens. She enters the room and Noel follows. Noel looks around the room. It is bigger then the one on the other ship. It even has a shower. She sees Zebb standing by the window. He's looking out at a near by planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without turning around Zebb says. &lt;em&gt;"Hey Sevan, you're a bit early for dinner."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan says. &lt;em&gt;"I am, uhhhhh....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel interrupts her. &lt;em&gt;"Hey Zebb."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb turns around so fast he nearly falls over. &lt;em&gt;"Noel!!!...Your here, Sevan said you won't be awake for another couple days."&lt;/em&gt; He says, giving Sevan a quick glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry, I didn't really know till this morning."&lt;/em&gt; Says Sevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looks at Noel, not really believing she is standing there right in front of him. Not looking away from Noel he asks Sevan. &lt;em&gt;"Your not going to get in trouble for letting me see her, are you?"&lt;/em&gt; He then walks up to Noel and touches her cheek, making sure she is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ummmmm..... No the captain told me to put her here, with you."&lt;/em&gt; Says Sevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Really.... Wow this is even better then I had imagined."&lt;/em&gt; Says Zebb more to himself then to Sevan. He then steps in closer to Noel and puts his arms around her. &lt;em&gt;"Ohhhhh, Noel I have missed you so much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel says nothing as Zebb holds her. She is just overwhelmed with emotion. She is so relieved to see him and to be in his arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll let you two be alone."&lt;/em&gt; Says Sevan as she leaves the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114984534282649895?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114984534282649895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114984534282649895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114984534282649895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114984534282649895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/together-at-last.html' title='Together at last.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114949150879734450</id><published>2006-06-04T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:11:52.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from&lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-over-yet.html"&gt; HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noel has been saved. She is still unconscious, but her body is completely healed, due to the Bacta Tank they had her in. Even though the Bacta did its job and healed her wounds, she still has some scaring and permanent fur loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A droid doctor approaches Noel, needle in hand. It inserts the needle into a tube that runs to Noel neck. The droid then continues to inject Noel with the drug that is in the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain is standing nearby waiting. He asks the droid, &lt;em&gt;"How long will it take?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The droid answers in a mechanical voice, &lt;em&gt;"A minute or two, sir."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stand and wait until the drug takes effect. Soon Noel starts to open her eyes. She looks around in an confused state. She thinks to herself, &lt;em&gt;Whaaa, where am I, ohhh my head hurts so bad. I'm not dead, but how can that be, I was so sure of it. These people, they saved me..... Ohhhhh man....&lt;/em&gt; She tries to sit up but her head starts to spin, so she lays back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young slave girl named &lt;a href="http://sevanslavegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sevan&lt;/a&gt; comes over and gives Noel a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Easy now, here I'll help you."&lt;/em&gt; She says as she helps Noel sit up. Noel sits up again, her head is starting to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at Sevan and asks in a weak voice. &lt;em&gt;"Where am I? What happened?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan looks at her boss then back at Noel. &lt;em&gt;"Do you want some water?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel looks at the man standing on her other side, then back at Sevan she nods and says. &lt;em&gt;"Yes, that would be great."&lt;/em&gt; As Sevan leaves, Noel looks at the man and asks. &lt;em&gt;"What happened to me, I should be dead..... did you save me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looks at Noel and says &lt;em&gt;"Your questions will be answered later."&lt;/em&gt; And he walks away. Just as he was leaving the room, Sevan enters, &lt;em&gt;"Take her to holding cell number 4, I'm sure her friend will be happy to see her again." &lt;/em&gt;He whispers to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan say,&lt;em&gt; "Yes, Sir."&lt;/em&gt; She wonders why he wants them to together, but at least this means one less cell to clean and supply with the necessities. So she decides not to ask. She approaches Noel and hands her the glass of water. Noel drinks it, and says. &lt;em&gt;"Thank you,"&lt;/em&gt; setting the empty glass down on the end table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan helps Noel up and quietly takes her out of the room. Two droids wait just outside the door and start to follow them as they continue down the hall and into an elevator. Once on the elevator Noel turns to Sevan and asks once again &lt;em&gt;"What's going on?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan looks at Noel with sad eyes and says. &lt;em&gt;"You are a prisoner on the ship that attacked you." &lt;/em&gt;Noel gives Sevan an angry look and is just about to fight. Sevan just looks at the droids and says. &lt;em&gt;I wouldn't try to fight, they can do some harm..... trust me. Any way, there may be someone who wants to see you, in one piece"&lt;/em&gt; She said with a smile, as the elevator door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel calms down and asks as she continues to follow Sevan &lt;em&gt;"You mean Zebb, he is here, alive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevan nods and says. &lt;em&gt;"He has been so worried about you. I have been telling him you are okay and keeping him updated on your progress."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have talked to him?" &lt;/em&gt;Asks Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, everyday, two or three times.... when ever I see him. "&lt;/em&gt; She says, and continues &lt;em&gt;"I'm not supposed to talk to the prisoner, but I do anyway. Did you realize Zebb really loves you, and he was so upset when he thought you had died. All he wanted to do was to hold you and say goodbye. It tore him up so bad.... It took me three days to get him to say anything. And that was only after I had mention something about you. I didn't realize you two knew each other, till then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How is he?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See for yourself."&lt;/em&gt; Said Sevan smiling as they stopped at a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continues......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114949150879734450?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114949150879734450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114949150879734450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114949150879734450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114949150879734450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/06/awakening.html' title='The awakening'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114819675017138578</id><published>2006-05-20T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:32:30.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/noooooooo.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew watched the ship as it was being destroyed. Then the captain ordered a missile to destroy what was left. A young control officer who was flying the ship noticed someone run from out of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir, WAIT!" &lt;/em&gt;Said the young officer, &lt;em&gt;"I see someone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not now,.... FIRE."&lt;/em&gt; Shouted the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now what was it you were saying?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked the captain as it turned to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was just going to say that I seen someone running near the ship. But now it is to late." &lt;/em&gt;He said as he looked out the window as the ship blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was probably just one of those THINGS." &lt;/em&gt;Said the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It didn't look like one...." &lt;/em&gt;He said. He was still looking out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir."&lt;/em&gt; Said an older officer, &lt;em&gt;"There seems to be someone down there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Down there by the rock." &lt;/em&gt;Said the older officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain looked through the window, the smoke cleared just enough to see a body slumped next to a large rock. The sun glistened off metallic limbs. &lt;em&gt;"It is just a droid."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No it's not, Sir."&lt;/em&gt; Said the older officer, as he looked at a monitor.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What ever it is has a life signature."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked the captain looking over the shoulder of the officer at a monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Sir."&lt;/em&gt; He said as he pointed to the monitor. &lt;em&gt;"See here, it has a heart beat and a heat signature that isn't like a droid. What ever is down there, it is alive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain looked back out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir, what do you want us to do?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain didn't answer, and the crew sat there and watched him. He looked like he was in deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure what to do. If left alone this thing would surly die. But if it did happen to live it may turn him in, and he didn't want that. He thought he could send down a group to destroy to body, but he, himself didn't like killing the innocent. He hated the Rodian's, because of what they did to his family. And Kloddo agreed to their destruction. So he would do the only decent thing he could think of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Land the ship."&lt;/em&gt; He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You want me to do WHAT, Sir?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked the young control officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You heard me."&lt;/em&gt; He said, glaring at him. &lt;em&gt;"I said land the ship. You four will go out and collect that body, and take it to the medical bay."&lt;/em&gt; He said turning to other crew member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Sir."&lt;/em&gt; Said all four together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As then men left, the captain grabbed the young officer. &lt;em&gt;"Don't you EVER question me again. When I say to do something it is done with a 'Yes Sir'. DO YOU hear me."&lt;/em&gt; He yelled to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Sir."&lt;/em&gt; Said the young officer, and proceeded to land the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you ever do that again, I will make sure you NEVER work again, UNDERSTAND!" &lt;/em&gt;He said just before he left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Sir. I completely understand, Sir. It will never happen again, Sir." &lt;/em&gt;He said, as the ship landed back on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the captain made it down to the medical bay, the body was all ready there. He sent a message to the control room, to take off and head towards the destination point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the body, it looks real bad. He askes the medical droid who was working on it. &lt;em&gt;"Is it still alive?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes she is still alive, and she is stable."&lt;/em&gt; Said the droid and continued saying in its monotoned voice. &lt;em&gt;"She is lucky that her body is mostly mechanical. That is what saved her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So she will live?" &lt;/em&gt;He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes she will. She looks a lot worse then she really is. The worst was this metal rod that was embedded into her side."&lt;/em&gt; It said as it held up a rod with one of its many hands.&lt;em&gt; "It hit no organs. She does have some glass and metal fragments embedded into her skin on her chest and face. She also has severe burns to her back and side, And she has a large amount of blood loss. But she will make a full recovery with some time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the droid was speaking, the captain was thinking that he reconized this body. He took his hand and wiped the dust off her face. As soon as he seen blue fur he knew. This was Noel, the owner of Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is supposed to do. Kloddo wanted her gone, and the Rodian's were supposed to do it. Now he had to dispose of the body. Just then the droid stopped talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's good."&lt;/em&gt; Was all he could say. He couldn't kill her, he had no grudge against her. He would think of what to do with her later. Right now she needed help. &lt;em&gt;"Just do what ever is necessary to make her better"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114819675017138578?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114819675017138578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114819675017138578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114819675017138578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114819675017138578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-over-yet.html' title='It&apos;s not over yet.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114750987535680880</id><published>2006-05-13T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:45:23.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-fear-death.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb is put into a holding cell. This room is a bit bigger then the one on the other ship. It has a small sink and toilet in the corner like the other one. But this one has a small shower and bunk type beds. It even has towels and a change of clothes sitting on a shelf above the toilet. It kind of reminds him of a normal crew members type room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the droid leaves Zebb gets his own motor controls back. He runs to the door and starts to yell&lt;em&gt; "Don't destroy the ship."&lt;/em&gt; Over and over again. Suddenly, as the ship lift off the ground Zebb notices a window. He runs over to it and looks out. He can see the Rodian's ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches what looks like a bomb on the inside take apart the whole front section. The ship he is on suddenly starts to fire at the damaged ship. Bit by bit the ship is destroyed. Zebb can feel the crazy sadness whell up in side him. He screams out &lt;em&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden something catches his eyes, A living being. It is trying to climb out of a hole in the side of the nearly demolished ship. As the smoke clears for a second he sees that it is Noel. He watches in amazement as she frees herself from the ship. Her clothes are  smoking and she looks a little bit hurt. For one second he is so relieved. &lt;em&gt;She is free.....&lt;/em&gt; but that second ends way to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was running away from the wreckage it explodes, sending Noel flying through the air. She was stopped by a rock and was face on when the blast hit her. Then he lost sight of her, due to the smoke and dust that filled the air.  After a  few seconds, (for Zebb it seemed a lot longer) the dust settles enough for him to see her. She is slouched to the side of the rock. Blood coveres her body, her clothes are torn apart, and she seemes to have a rather long pole sticking out of her side. He watches her for any sign of movement... she never moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows she is gone..... forever. He falls to the floor and startes to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114750987535680880?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114750987535680880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114750987535680880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114750987535680880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114750987535680880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/noooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114725681760701072</id><published>2006-05-10T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:30:17.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fear death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-waiting.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ship approaches the captain tell one of his droids to get Zebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb, who knows the ship has landed, waits. He is unsure of what will happen once that door opens and they come and take him out. He has thought of escaping several times. But he can't for several reasons. The main reason is he just... can't, not with that damn chip. Another reason is Noel... he can't just leave her. He knows she is still on the ship, true he has yet to see her. But he has these feelings that she is really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zebb mind wanders the door of his room opens and a droid enters. Zebb stands up ready to do what he can... but once again he can't move. The droid approaches and puts some force cuffs on his wrists. Then Zebb follows, unwillingly. The chip must have motor power over him. He is so frustrated as he walks out of the room. Here he wants to run and scream, maybe even pull a few wires out of the droid. But he can't, all he can do is follow it. Zebb approaches the door of the ship and the droid tells him to stay there. All he can think is &lt;em&gt;"What the hell, I can't move even if I wanted to."&lt;/em&gt; Zebb can see a couple Rodian's waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain and his brother wait outside their ship as the other one proceeds to land. Once the ship lands and the dust settles, they can make out a Human in a long robe. The Human approaches as asks to see the prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain yells over his shoulder to the droid just inside his ship,&lt;em&gt; "Show the prisoner."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The droid looks at Zebb and tell him to move. He walks outside and stops right behind the two Rodian's. As he comes out he can hear one of them say &lt;em&gt;"We have your prisoner, now where is our money?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human opens a container and show the Rodian's, it is filled with coins and bills.&lt;br /&gt;Happily the Rodians take the container, and hand over Zebb. They also give the human some type of remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zebb is in the hands of others. He tries so hard to fight the chip. He wants to fight and yell. Most of all he don't want to leave Noel. He just can't, inside he is going crazy with anger and grief. But outside he just follows the human into his ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the human turns to a droid and tell it to put Zebb into the holding cell. He then over hears the human telling another to get the ship ready for take off. And he also says, &lt;em&gt;"Once the ship is in the air, detonate the bomb. And destroy anything that is left over. I don't want anything that may be traced back to us, UNDERSTAND."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Zebb can't hear anything more. He feels his heart breaking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back on the Rodian's ship, Noel can tell the ship has landed. She sits and wonders what is going on. She can feel a familiar presents come near and eventually leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew Zebb was aboard the ship and held as a prisoner much like herself. But why, she still has yet to find out. She can feel him fighting to get away. She can feel his grief and anger. And she too is sad she never got a chance to say good bye. She knows she will be next off the ship. But she don't fear it. She starts to think &lt;em&gt;"Why fear death, it is nature, it eventually happens to everyone. I'm happy I had a chance to live this long. I should have died along time ago. But someone out there must likes me and wanted to save me for something more. That is why I'm still around. But what has I done to make this galaxy a better place. True I opened up a great resort. But other then that I haven't done anything to important, so why is my time now....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her mind wanders, she hears a huge explosion. She falls to the floor and ship starts the shake violently. Then her room is ripped apart, the door blows off and debris and smoke enters it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel lays on the floor for a few seconds trying to regain her senses. She then slowly get up and looks around. Her room is filled with smoke, but she can see that the door is gone. She carefully walks out and looks around. The area where the control room was is nothing but a burning heap of metal. All of a sudden she feels the ship shake again. And the area not to far from her starts to blow up. This is when she realized the ship was being fired at. Noel turned around and ran as fast as she could. Chucks of metal were every where and fires burned through out. With smoke stinging in her eyes she made her way through what was left of the ship, trying to find some type of exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she runs down the hall dodging debris caused by weapon fire, she sees a small opening near the end. She ran to it and starts to pull away at the burning metal. She looks through the hole and sees sunlight. Pulling away some more debris, she makes the hole big enough for her to fit through. As she squeeze through she could feel the ship caving in around her. She looked up and sees a ship firing at close range. With one last pull she is free, but she is hurt. The hot metal burned her back and chest area. But this didn't stop her from running away from the ship. However she didn't get to far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship that was firing, equipped a missile to finish the job. Once it hit the target the ship was completely destroyed, sending bit and pieces every where. Noel who was still close to the ship was hit with flying debris and glass. She was thrown several feet. Once she hit the ground, she slid several more feet and hit a huge rock. Debris hit her with such force it cut though her clothes and into her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything settles, Noel is laying against a rock she is covered in dust and blood. She is barely conscious. She is in so much pain she can't move. She looks down and sees that her clothes are torn to shreds and pieces of glass and metal are embedded into her skin. She also has a two foot pole sticking out of her side. She then goes unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last thought was, &lt;em&gt;"So this is how my life ends...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114725681760701072?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114725681760701072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114725681760701072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114725681760701072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114725681760701072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-fear-death.html' title='Don&apos;t fear death.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114689912668612889</id><published>2006-05-06T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:19:59.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/several-weeks-later.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days pass and the Rodian's made their way to a desolate planet called &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/databank/location/utapau/index.html"&gt;Utapau&lt;/a&gt;. They have landed their ship at the meeting point, away from the sinkholes and cities. And they wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the ship everyone is getting restless. They have never delt with a man such as Kloddo Mortaniss. Kloddo was known for being unfair, and he killed plenty of men for no reason. The Rodian's were not sure what was going to happen. But that's the risk you take being a bounty hunter. Death around every corner. They hoped they would be the lucky ones and get out alive. And if they did, the payment will be well worth it. Enough money to pay off debits and never have to worry about work again. That is why they took the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew of about 12 Rodian's were all related, a family group of brothers and uncles. Being bounty hunters was the only life they knew. Yes it was dangerous, but it put food on the table for their families back home. And with this one last job they could all retire happily, and never have to fear another day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they had no idea why Kloddo was willing to pay so much for one man. What was his reason. This guy must have done something pretty bad. And as for the female cyborg, she was just an extra. Some fellow who was working with them on the resort wanted her out of the picture. They only met him once, after the attack. Other then that, all they had were some secure calls,updating them on the progress, from him. Kloddo himself must have hired him to infiltrate the resort and get in as close as possible to the two prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack on Sky City was just a decoy. They needed everyone to panic and flee the ship. That is when they picked up Noels ship. Zo-loc escaped to the planets surface. But they knew if they had Noel, Zo-Loc will come and 'save' her. And this planed worked remarkably well. Once Noel's ship was aboard their transport vessel they filled the room with a sleeping gas. Everyone fell asleep, except the infiltrator, who had placed a special mask on to help them breath. He then told the Rodian's what to do. First they kept the crew asleep, and had implanted fake memories in several. They took Noel and placed her into a holding cell. After she awoke she put up one hell of a fight, that is until they put a neutralizer chip on her to keep her at bay. Now all she seems to do is meditate. It is almost as if her spirit was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days this new guy told the Rodian's to release the crew. He joined them and and told the Rodian's to stay close, once he was off the ship he disappeared. But they knew he was close. He then must have contacted the Resort with an urgent S.O.S. And soon enough Zo-Loc along with some trooper came to the rescue. The troopers gave up easily, Zo-Loc wasn't as easily shaken. And since he didn't think they could see him, he stayed close, that was until they ordered one of the droid piloted fighters to collide with him just enough to shut down the cloaking devise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was visible all they had to do was pick him up. Once they got him aboard the ship, they sent out some droids to get him. He shot down all but one of the droids. One that was programmed to hide near the ship and knock him out, which it did. After they had Zo-Loc they boarded a smaller ship, and destroyed the transport vessel. That way nobody can trace them. So far it was been a fool proof plan.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a large ship appears in the distance, coming towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114689912668612889?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114689912668612889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114689912668612889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114689912668612889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114689912668612889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-waiting.html' title='More waiting...'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114664086162501380</id><published>2006-05-03T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:21:01.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Several weeks later</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/past.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks have passed, Zebb and Noel are still aboard the Rodian's ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb has had very little contact with any of the crew since he was captured. The only thing that ever comes into his room is the droids to give him some food and clean up the place. Zebb is restless wondering what is going on, but the droids will never answer him. And he wonders about Noel all the time. He knows she is still alive and she is still on the ship. He can sense it, it is like she talks to him, assuring him everything will be all right. And when he sleeps he dreams about her all the time. But yet he still misses her and wants to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in another part of the ship. The crew meets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Captain, how long are we going to wait here? It has been weeks since we heard from the boss."&lt;/em&gt; Asked one of the crew members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pacient's, He will contact us when he is ready".&lt;/em&gt; Said the Captain, and went back to reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But sir, could we at least head over to Geonosis and give them the cyborg."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We don't go anywhere till we get word from the boss... understand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, I do understand. But she has been refusing to eat and she seems to be getting weak. You know they won't give us nothing if she is dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hummm..... &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, they receive an incoming message. The captain gets up and turns on the holoemitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure of Kloddo appears. &lt;em&gt;"I am ready for the delivery. Meet my men here, in two days. They will pay you for the prisoner and a little extra for being so pacient."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you sir."&lt;/em&gt; Says the captain as the image disappears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114664086162501380?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114664086162501380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114664086162501380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114664086162501380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114664086162501380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/several-weeks-later.html' title='Several weeks later'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114646420420415283</id><published>2006-05-01T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:16:44.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOC: Sorry for not posting.</title><content type='html'>OOC:&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to apologize for not posting lately. What has it been... over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that I have been pretty busy lately, I have also lost some interest in doing this. The reason being mainly due to my new Pit Bull mix, Jude. Before we got him, Max my Springer mix, was a couch potato. Sure we went for walks and played (when I/he was up to it). But now that Jude has joined the family, we go for walks everyday before work. And after work they (both dogs) play constantly for a couple hours. I join in sometimes when they let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after they settle down I go and check out the Pit Bull forum I am part of. I then come here and read (almost) everyone's posts. By the time I have all that done it is way to late to post anything. So I just tell myself that I will post the next night..... but then the same thing happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that I could post during the weekends.... but NOOOOOOO. That didn't happen either. Reasons being Jude again. We are going to be finishing the fence around our yard so we can let the two dogs out and play without worrying about them running off. And we are also in the process of building a kennel for Jude, so we can keep him outside when we are gone for extended periods of time. And with building Jude's kennel we are also going to be building a patio in between both kennels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is we are (and have to) sign him up for some obedience classes. It is not that he is a bad dog. In fact he is a just like a lot of dogs. He gets excited and jumps up on people, he pulls when he walks, and he wants to play with every dog and person he meets. But it is the fact he is a Pit Bull, and a lot of people are scared of them. So instead of having a over excited dog or even one that is half way trained, I have to have one that is extremely well behaved. One that will be a model example of the breed. Even then I know some people will still fear him. Kind of sad.... but true fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off I have to get ready for a garage sale that I will be having in a month. Which actually has nothing to do with Jude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with all that said..... more then I wanted to. The reason I'm doing this post is to tell everyone I'm sorry. I know I have been slacking on my blog (post wise). But I promise I will try and post on a more regular basis.... even if it means putting off the pit bull forum until I'm done. I will try my hardest to get this story finished. Because it has gone on a lot longer then I wanted it too. It would have normally been a couple of weeks of so if I posted everyday, or every other day. But as you know it has dragged on to be months....and still they are not rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to help out with the rescue (crosspost) just E-mail me and I can see what can be done to fit you into the story. Also if you have any ideas for the rescue(s) let me know.... that part is still a bit sketchy. I have some ideas for it but am will to change them to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I go.... I redid my template for all three of my blogs. This one, &lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;NOEL'S,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://holgnoelspersonaldroid.blogspot.com/"&gt;HOLG'S&lt;/a&gt;. Holgs still needs some work, and I truly love this one (Zebb's). Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114646420420415283?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114646420420415283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114646420420415283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114646420420415283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114646420420415283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooc-sorry-for-not-posting.html' title='OOC: Sorry for not posting.'/><author><name>Chelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/Pics%20I%20made/Noelwithguns.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114561094277015425</id><published>2006-04-21T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T04:15:42.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeting.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couple hours later....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb is laying on the bed thinking about all that was just said. He is also thinking about his past that he so desperately tried to hide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Several years ago he was know as Zo-Loc. He had a pretty decent life living on Tatooine. That all changed one night when he was heading home from his job. It was late and he was walking down a empty street. He was about a block from his house when this drunk guy grabbed him and pulled him into an alley. This guy was carrying what looked like a knife of some sort. He demanded Zebb (Zo-Loc) to give him all his money. When Zo-Loc told him he had none, the drunk started yelling and swinging the knife around. One thing led to another and they started fighting..... it ended up with this drunk guy laying face first in the dirt DEAD. It was an accident, he basically passed out and fell on the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when something like this happens everyone just ignores it and life goes on. But not this time. It so happened that this drunk was the brother of a very notorious criminal named Kloddo Mortaniss. And Kloddo was not very happy with his brothers death. He took Zebb through the court system and they found him innocent. He was so mad when they claimed it was only an accident, he wanted Zo-Loc to pay for what he did. So since the courts wouldn't do nothing about it he took matters into his own hands. He hired bounty hunters to kill him, but Zebb always seemed to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one day (while hiding) Zo-Loc decided to fake his death, change his name, and move somewhere far away. One of his old friends had contacts and he was able to pull it off. So while Zo-Loc died in a shuttle crash, Zebb was born and working on a transport vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seemed to be going good, Kloddo fell for it and stopped hunting Zo-Loc. And Zebb was able to live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Kloddo found out after all these years is still unknown. All Zebb knows is that he is still mad after all these years and wants pay back.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb finally falls into a restless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a nearby room Noel is in a meditative state..... her mind reaches out.... out over the stars..... to a friend...... a friend who maybe able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114561094277015425?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114561094277015425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114561094277015425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114561094277015425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114561094277015425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/past.html' title='The past.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114525302515976466</id><published>2006-04-16T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:04:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/captured.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the droid leaves Zebb is able to move again. The back of his neck tingles at the spot of the chip. As he sits up he reaches back and touches it. He once again tries to remove it but it seem to be attached inside somehow, and it hurts really bad when he pulls on it. So he decides to leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up and looks at the plate of food. It looks like burnt mush, but he is so hungry he scoops a couple spoonfuls into his mouth. And realizes it tastes as bad as it looks. He pushes the plate aside and picks up a mug of water and drinks all of that to help the food go down. He goes back and sits on the bed to wait for the ones who are in charge. He don't have to wait very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he sat down the door opened again. This time two Rodians came in, one carrying a blaster and the other was unarmed. The one with the blaster stood by the door as the other approached Zebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Zebb, is it?"&lt;/em&gt; asked the Rodian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What the hell is going on, I demand to know,"&lt;/em&gt; yelled Zebb angrily. &lt;em&gt;"And where is Noel?"&lt;/em&gt; He got up and approached the Rodian and was about to hit him. But then he stopped short and was unable to move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rodian chuckled and said to a confused Zebb.&lt;em&gt; "Now you don't want to do that, now do you!"&lt;/em&gt; He held up what looks like a remote of some sort.&lt;em&gt; "See this, this controls you. That is why you are unable to move.... it is so you don't try and escape from us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looks at him angrily and asked,&lt;em&gt; "what is it that you want?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You," &lt;/em&gt;said the Rodian.&lt;em&gt; "Ohhh and that freak girl friend of yours. What's her name again, ohh yes Noel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But WHY?"&lt;/em&gt; Asked Zebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, we were hired to capture you,"&lt;/em&gt; said the Rodian. &lt;em&gt;"Noel is something we want for ourselves. We plan on selling her to the Geonosians. They want to study her, and will pay a us a lot for her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb angered boiled inside him. He wanted to tear that little creature apart limb by limb. But he was unable too.&lt;em&gt; "I know she is alive! Where is she, I want to see her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See her, that won't be po.....hummmm well maybe I could just show you a holo image of her." &lt;/em&gt;He pulled out a holo emitter and held it in the palm of his hand. A small blue image appeared on his hand. She was sitting on a bed and it looked like she was meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb looked at the image and smiled a little. It made him feel a little better knowing she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rodian turned off the emitter. &lt;em&gt;"Happy now!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb just gave him a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Guess not," &lt;/em&gt;said the Rodian. &lt;em&gt;"Ohhhh yeah I almost forgot, the one who hired me wants to talk to you.&lt;/em&gt; He pushed a couple buttons on the holo emitter and set it on the floor. A image of human appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kloddo Mortaniss!!!"&lt;/em&gt; Said an angry Zebb. &lt;em&gt;"Why am I not surprised you were the one in charge of all this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Zebb, or should I call you Zo-Loc",&lt;/em&gt; said the image. &lt;em&gt;"You thought you could hide from me forever, didn't you? Well guess what I found you and you are going to pay for what you did."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was already proven I didn't do anything." &lt;/em&gt;Said Zebb.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114525302515976466?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114525302515976466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114525302515976466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114525302515976466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114525302515976466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/meeting.html' title='The meeting'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114474615790367585</id><published>2006-04-11T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:04:46.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/inside.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb wakes up on the floor of a small room. He slowly opens his eyes and wonders what had happened. He then realized he was hit in the back of the head with some hard object and knocked out. He reaches around and he touches the back of his head. He feels a lump and some dried blood. Then his hand grazes something on the back of his neck. It feels like some kind of metal chip or a sensor of some sort. He tries to pull it off, but it hurts..... so he leaves it. He then slowly gets to his feet and he starts to feel wooozy. So he then stumbles over to a nearby bed and sits down. He sits there for a few minutes with his hands cupped over his face. He feels like he was ran over by a stampeding bantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes he starts to feel a bit better. He looks up and checks out the room. It is pretty small and has a small bed with a blanket and a pillow. There is also a sink and a toilet is the opposite corner. He realizes he is in some type of holding cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up and makes his way over to the door. It don't open..... So he decided to pound on it and see if someone outside will hear. He wants to find out what is going on and where is Noel. He wants ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps pounding on it for a full minute (well to him it seemed longer). He gives up and goes back and sit on the bed. As he sits there he lets his mind wander. He starts thinking about Noel and if she was alright. He then felt something in his heart..... it was almost like what he felt like after their first kiss..... this made him happy and made him believe she was alright and not that far away. He layed down and kept his mind focused on that feeling......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb wakes up again with the sound of the door opening. He tries to get up, but realizes he can't move, he seems to be parilized. He lays there unsure of what is going on. He is helpless . But all it is droid, bringing in a plate of food. The droid says nothing as it enters the room. It says nothing as it places the plate of food on a shelf, then it heads back to the door. Just before it leaves it turns around and say "My masters will be here to talk with you shortly".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114474615790367585?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114474615790367585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114474615790367585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114474615790367585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114474615790367585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/captured.html' title='Captured'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114404038380797230</id><published>2006-04-02T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:59:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/fight-part-2.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb was helpless, his ship was dead and it was entering the enemy transport ship. He didn't have any time to think, before the door of his ship opened up and several hooded beings with blasters appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb quickly grabbed his own blaster and started to shoot. He managed to get the ones that had entered..... but there may be more out side. He stood there with his blaster in hand, waiting for more to enter. But there wasn't any  more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute he carefully made his way over the bodies and to the door. He peaked out and saw that the docking bay was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange,&lt;/em&gt; he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carefully walked out with his blaster still raised. He walked around his ship to check out the other side..... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he heard a noise behind him..... then it went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114404038380797230?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114404038380797230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114404038380797230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114404038380797230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114404038380797230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/04/inside.html' title='Inside.....'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114336064766459149</id><published>2006-03-26T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:24:29.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/fight.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zebb approached the area where the clones were fighting the enemies, he seen things were looking pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Commander I have found the Lone Star. They some how managed to escape. I have sent them to safety in a nearby system. Everyone is accounted for except Noel. She still is on that transport ship."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commander:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"We have to retreat, our weapons are useless against their shields. And I have already lost three men. I can't risk my troops to save ONE person. You should be happy that the others are okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"HAPPY..... How can I be happy. Noel is still on that ship. I don't know if you clones have ever loved anyone before? But I LOVE her and  I will give anything to save her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commander:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"That's suicide..... you can't take on all these fighters alone. Your ship isn't even equipped with weapons. I will NOT let you do that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Watch me....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Commander stares is disbelief as Zebb's ship disappears from both sight and radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can retreat, I have a plan, and I will be coming back with Noel or I will die trying."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commander: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fine it's your life...... MEN RETREAT."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb sat there and watched the troopers as they took off into hyper speed. The enemy fighters gave a small pursuit, but were soon called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't really have a plan, but he wasn't about to leave Noel. And he had plenty of energy for several weeks. Plus there was no way they could detect him. He would follow them in hopes they would land somewhere, sometime. Or until he came up with a decent plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the enemy fighter was coming back (really fast), Zebb was unable to get out of the way completely. And the two ships collided. The impact caused him to hit his head, in turn caused him to pass out. When he came to he was still in his ship. But the transport ship had a tractor beam on him, and it was slowly pulling his ship towards it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114336064766459149?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114336064766459149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114336064766459149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114336064766459149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114336064766459149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/fight-part-2.html' title='The Fight part 2'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114285268388483522</id><published>2006-03-20T03:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:19:14.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fight......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/message.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb rushes down where his ship is held. He runs into a group of clones along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone commander: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Sir, where are you going."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "I'm coming with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone commander: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "I don't think that would be a good idea , sir."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Why not!!!!!." &lt;/em&gt;He said getting angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone commander: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Well you haven't had much sleep in weeks, and I can't risk getting you killed, sir."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Hell with sleep, I'm fine."&lt;/em&gt; He yelled. &lt;em&gt;"I AM coming with if you like it or not, Noel is a very close and personal friend of mine. I have to know where she is and if she is all right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone commander:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Okay.... you can come with, but stay back in case a fight breaks out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Fine.... but I am more then capable of taking out a few star fighter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb follows the clones to a private docking bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb and the clones approach the location of where the Lone Star was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone 1: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Commander I have what looks like a transport ship on the radar, but there is no sign of the Lone Star."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commander:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Strange..... they should be here."&lt;/em&gt; He said looking at his own radar. &lt;em&gt;"But......." &lt;/em&gt;He said trailing off. Out from the transport ship came several star fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the clones were fighting the enemies Zebb, who was still a ways off scanned for the Lone Star himself. He knew they were hiding somewhere nearby, with help from the cloaking device Noel had installed. He himself had one on his ship too. With  special scanning equipment he found them.And he was just about to go to them, when all of a sudden the Lone Star appeared in front of him. That was the only problem with the scanning equipment, there was a slight delay. He then got a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Ohhhh thank the stars....we were begining to worry that you never got the message."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "I need to know if everyone is okay..... and if Noel is on board."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Everyone is okay sir. And....ummmmm Noel is still on that transport ship. That's why we wouldn't leave, sir."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "What you left her on that ship. How could you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Sir we had no choice..... she told us to leave, she said she would find another way. But I guess they found her before she could escape."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "You can explain later. I want you to get out of here. I will go back and see what I can do to help."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Okay sir..... be careful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Star headed out to the safety of a nearby system. And Zebb went back to get Noel. He was determined to get her back.... or he would die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114285268388483522?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114285268388483522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114285268388483522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114285268388483522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114285268388483522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/fight.html' title='The fight......'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114250010921403150</id><published>2006-03-16T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:08:29.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/alittle-news-but-still-no-noel.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb sits up and tells the clones to patch the message to his room. He reaches for the holoemitter and turns it on. A image of Zan (one of the missing) appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain, Ohhhhh I hope you get this. I can't talk long, we may be found. We need help! And we ask for assistance. Here is our location. Please hurry, our energy is depleting fast......." Message gets fuzzy and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb calls down to the secondary control room. "I'm sending you the location of the Lone Star. I believe they are in trouble. I want you to get your men together. And HURRY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice over comlink "Alright sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb gets up and dressed in less then five minutes. He don't care what they say, he is going with them. He needs to know what is going on and if Noel is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile on the Lone Star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zin turns off the holo cam. "I really hope they got that. To bad I didn't have time to tell him about Noel" Zin sits down next to Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sure she is fine." Said Logan "She freed us, I'm sure she will be able to get off the ship herself." They look out the window to what looks like some sort of transport ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's the energy holding up?" Asked Zin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, we have at least five more hours sir," said Logan. "After that we will be sitting ducks." He gave Zin a worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zin gets up and looks back at the others, who have fallen asleep. "I'm sure we will be just fine." Looks back out the window.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114250010921403150?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114250010921403150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114250010921403150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114250010921403150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114250010921403150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/message.html' title='The message.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114223775359515568</id><published>2006-03-13T01:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:15:58.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alittle news.... but still no Noel.</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh man were do I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to start off...I'm sorry I haven't updated. I have been so busy with everything. Setting up search parties, and getting the ship repaired. It will be some time before the resort opens back up. And since most of the crew quarters have been destroyed by the fires or the bomb blasts, we have been sleeping in the hotel area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I haven't slept since the attack. But I plan on TRYING to get some sleep tonight. I have some clones helping out with everything now, so at least I have some of the load off my shoulders. I don't know if I will sleep at all though. I have so much on my mind right now, especially Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have yet to find her ship, or even her personally. We have scanned every crevice on the planets surface. Sadly we have found other ships that have crashed, with no survivors. At least most of them were droids. But we have found no trace of Lone Star. We have even searched areas of space.... in case she was blown out when the hull blew open. But again.... nothing, we did find some droids, and several unlucky beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the body count increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically we have account for everyone/thing. Except Noel, her ship, and about 10 others. We are thinking that they are together. Because most of those who are missing, were working in the main control room when the ship was attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmmm..... I am getting seriously tired. I guess all I had to do was sit down for awhile. So I better go before I start to wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later a voice comes over the comlink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No answer.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*a little louder*, "SIR, are you awake?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"zz.....huuuuhhhh, uhhhhh, yeah what is it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry to wake you Sir, but we have just receive a message. And I think you may want to see it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who is it from."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's from the Lone Star, Sir."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114223775359515568?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114223775359515568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114223775359515568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114223775359515568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114223775359515568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/alittle-news-but-still-no-noel.html' title='Alittle news.... but still no Noel.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114197847793798746</id><published>2006-03-10T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:14:37.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No news.</title><content type='html'>This is so bad. Sky City has been attacked, bombs have taken out the upper section of the ship. And Noel is still missing. I don't know what to do.... and there is so much I HAVE to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like falling apart, but I have to keep it together. I..... just ...... can't ..... believe this is happening. I don't want to fear the worst..... Noel IS still alive...... she has to be..... she can't...... be...... DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears start to sting his eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep it together..... I just have to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He starts to sob......"Ohhhh PLEASE let her be alive"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go...... before...... I ...... completely lose.......it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He starts to sob even more. Then anger builds up inside him.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will KILL those monsters who did this, they will pay........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114197847793798746?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114197847793798746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114197847793798746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114197847793798746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114197847793798746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-news.html' title='No news.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114146781738902489</id><published>2006-03-04T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T04:23:37.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth....</title><content type='html'>Wow, I almost forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy the past couple of weeks I haven't even had time to think about posting SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am finally caught up with the paper work, &lt;em&gt;I think I need my own co-captain. &lt;/em&gt;After spending a few &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; days with Noel, I got way behind on work. But it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh, and just to set the record straight Noel and I didn't do anything that night I stayed at the hotel with her. I know people are talking, but NOTHING happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what really happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back to the hotel, she invited me in.... and I did go in. We talked some &lt;em&gt;mostly about the houses.&lt;/em&gt; We then sat in the hot tub for awhile. We did kiss a little &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well actually a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, But nothing happened beyond that, I swear. Mainly because we just started dating &lt;em&gt;I don't want to rush things,&lt;/em&gt; and because we're not sure if we can..... mate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hot tub we decided to rent a couple movies off the holovision. I fell asleep half way through the second movie. When I awoke a couple hours later, Noel was sleeping with her head on my shoulder. I got up and placed her in her bed,&lt;em&gt; she is a very heavy sleeper &lt;/em&gt;. It was extremely late and I didn't feel like going all the way back to the resort. So I layed down on the couch she had in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit I had a lot of fun with her. Even if all we did was look at houses. I just like being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang..... have to take a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114146781738902489?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114146781738902489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114146781738902489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114146781738902489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114146781738902489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth.html' title='The truth....'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114060385613880528</id><published>2006-02-22T04:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:24:16.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back at work, and have only a few minutes to post tonight. I have a ton of stuff to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit with my family was worth it. It has been a long time since I seen them and I'm glad I decided to stop. I will have to tell you all about it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wanted to post tonight, is because I'm taking Noel out tomorrow. I'm not sure what we are going to do. But that's the fun of it, we can do what ever, just wing it I guess. I do however have a nice place picked out for lunch. I really hope this works out..... I really like her, and I .........I just hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a lot to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114060385613880528?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114060385613880528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114060385613880528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114060385613880528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114060385613880528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-114025753915131812</id><published>2006-02-18T03:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T04:31:18.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hope...</title><content type='html'>Well I told her&lt;em&gt;....kind of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I like her and that I want to take her out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you read all about it in her blog....so I won't go into any detail with that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little disappointed about her wanting to see the other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I could &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; Scott for what he did to her. I don't care if he just went through a bad break up. That gives him no right to do &lt;em&gt;or tried to &lt;/em&gt;do to her. I would never do that.... no matter what. I would give her her own choices. And I would NEVER flirt with another female when I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrrrggggg&lt;/em&gt; I'm just so angry even thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on to Jomb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jomb wasn't that bad. I can understand why he wanted to leave, and I respect that. But why does he tease her so. She had finally gotten over him... and now he's back again&lt;em&gt;....but for how long&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he leaves, she will be completely heart broken &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. And I hate seeing her like that. But at least this time she will have me.....&lt;em&gt;to hold her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm that don't sound to bad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just have to try harder to win her over. I'll take her out, show her a good time, and be myself. And I'm sure she will fall for me when she is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh and on a side note, I will be back at Sky City within the next couple of days. I decide to stop by Klatooine (my home world), to visit with my family. It has been fun, but I actually miss the resort and all my friends there, especially Noel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-114025753915131812?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/114025753915131812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=114025753915131812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114025753915131812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/114025753915131812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-hope.html' title='Still hope...'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113991231029683279</id><published>2006-02-14T04:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:52:01.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My plan...</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I WILL tell her. Since I am still stuck on Coruscant till Thursday (another meeting), I won't be able to take her out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however plan on sending her 2 dozen red roses, a box of the finest chocolates, and a Valentines day card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she gets the idea that I like her. I will also try and contact her to tell her personal. Even if I have to leave a message, I will tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am so nervous I can't sleep. I just hope that date with Scott turned out bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE..... I HOPE...... I HOPE.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113991231029683279?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113991231029683279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113991231029683279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113991231029683279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113991231029683279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-plan.html' title='My plan...'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113981956884565405</id><published>2006-02-13T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:32:48.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks....</title><content type='html'>This totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here on Coruscant on business, and I find out Noel is out of the house. And to make matters worse she has a date with that Scott guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her so bad, tell her how I feel. Now I may have lost that chance....forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113981956884565405?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113981956884565405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113981956884565405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113981956884565405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113981956884565405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks....'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113947637603549708</id><published>2006-02-09T03:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:12:56.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>I decided to finally tell Noel how I feel about her. I'm going to wait for Valentines day, which is Tuesday, to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She may still be in the Big Brother house, but if she is, I will send her a message and some flowers. She likes flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she happens to be out of the house, I will take her out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait..... I just hope she feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113947637603549708?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113947637603549708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113947637603549708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113947637603549708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113947637603549708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113921022378274629</id><published>2006-02-05T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:18:28.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted lately. It is a busy job being a Captain of such a large ship. But I have some time now.... That's why I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to Noel, she misses everyone here. She misses being alone and sleeping in her own bed. She says she even misses me &lt;em&gt;*smiles to self*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her too. I may tell her soon.... Sometime this week. I can't risk having her fall for one of the guys on the show. I just HAVE to tell her..... No more putting it off. I'm not sure she likes me or not... Her last post (she was tagged too under 'Four places you would rather be' and one of her answers was 'with&lt;br /&gt;me'. All she said was that she missed the ship and everyone here INCLUDING me. But she did put down Jomb under that same catergory. I know she still has feelings for him, and I respect that. I also know she don't want to date someone she works with. So I'm kind of stuck..... Do I ask her or not...... What should I do. Well, while I think about it, I'll do this tag thing Jaba sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Jobs You've Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;I watched my younger sister while my Mom worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;I helped out my Mom as a housekeeper on another resort ship:The Astro Queen(no longer in operation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Co-Captain of the Sky City,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Captain of Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll tell you all about my life on the Astro Queen and the reason it shut down, later. It is a long story and I don't have time tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Places You've Lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Klatooine (My home world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Astro Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Tatooine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four TV shows You Love To Watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Survivor Tatooine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Who's Your Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Galaxies Greatest Resorts (someday Sky City will be on there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;HoloNet News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Places You've Been on Vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Naboo beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Watto's Casino and Resort on Tatooine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Skiing on Hoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Planet Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Websites You Visit Daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Noel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Jaba's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Fluke's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Of Your Favorite Foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Smoked Scurrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;Fried Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Babble Berry Pie (Noel makes the best around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Bantha Burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Places You'd Rather Be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;At dinner with Noel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;On the beach with Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;Doing anything with Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four People To Be Tagged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Noel I will do no tagging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113921022378274629?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113921022378274629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113921022378274629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113921022378274629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113921022378274629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113818074426711922</id><published>2006-01-25T03:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:24:53.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing too important</title><content type='html'>Well, Noel made it past week one... Oppps was I not supposed to say anything.... I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.... she contacted me today and wanted to know how the resort was holding up.... I told her it was fine. Just the normal everyday problems.... nothing to major going on....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *or so I'm supposed to say*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been pretty busy now that we changed locations. Beings from Naboo seem to love this place, especially the mall and the Night Club. I like it here..... I enjoy (when I have time off) going down to the planet and relaxing on the beach. It is so peaceful here.... I hope to stay awhile. I did find a very nice restaurant that I may take Noel to, once she leaves the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was telling me she may buy a house here (unless she wins). But either way she want a house here. Maybe we can.... no can't think like that. I have to take it one step at a time. First thing (and the hardest) tell her how I feel. I will as soon as possible.... maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I have to get back to work.&lt;/span&gt; By the way Jaba tagged me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *thanks alot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  and I will do that as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113818074426711922?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113818074426711922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113818074426711922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113818074426711922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113818074426711922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-too-important.html' title='Nothing too important'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113748431147518373</id><published>2006-01-17T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:52:34.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, but I have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Noel is gone, doing that Big Brother thing, I have to do everything. Well almost everything, I don't have to do interviews or much paper work anymore. But I still have meetings to go to. I hate meetings, but I have to deal with it being the captain and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how Noel did all this on her own..... she is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit it is awfully lonely with her gone. The ship isn't the same.... &lt;em&gt;I miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least she is happy, and enjoying some well deserved time off. I'm just worried a little. From what I heard, there is way more guys in that house then girls. What is it, like 9 guy and 3 girls. I just hope nobody tries to make a move on her. But what can I do&lt;em&gt; NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; ..... not when I am here and she is stuck in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to go... back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113748431147518373?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113748431147518373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113748431147518373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113748431147518373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113748431147518373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy.html' title='BUSY!!!'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113705529800945268</id><published>2006-01-12T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:44:34.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's  secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I thought some of you may be interested in some of Noel's secrets. They are little things that she never really talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Noel is very smart. She learns stuff really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) She has force like abilities. She is really good at moving things, she says all Neptons can do it..... it is a mind thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) She can also heal others using her mind. I'm not sure to what extent she can do this. But I do know for a fact, she can heal cuts. However she can't heal herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) She likes the color green and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) She don't need to sleep or eat. She can if she wants too, but she has a special bed that charges herself up when ever she is in it. Don't ask me how I know.... I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) She is quite shy.... at first. Well.... maybe not to me. Click &lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/alittle-to-rough.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read what happened when we first met. And don't worry I'm fine and once she explained what was going on I forgave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) She loves to learn. Anything and Everything.... she loves it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) She is a very nice being..... just don't piss her off. She like everyone.... though some don't care to much for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) She has a pet bird. She found it when she was searching for Jomb. It is learning to talk right now. So far it can say "Hello" and "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) She has this ability to join minds with other. She showed me once and I was amazed. She showed me what Neptonian looked like (a lot like Naboo). It felt like I was really there...... is was .... Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I have time for..... And Jaba, Noel is not a Jedi spy. She don't even have sides in the war, she is a neutral. That is why she made Sky City.... so both sides can find a little peace and not have to be afraid of being killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know a small secret of my own &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....... I think I like her...... A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113705529800945268?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113705529800945268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113705529800945268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113705529800945268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113705529800945268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/01/noels-secrets.html' title='Noel&apos;s  secrets'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113662055165693026</id><published>2006-01-07T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:55:51.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel did this....so I will too</title><content type='html'>Noel and I were going through other blogs and we ran across Fluke's. So we did our names. I personally like her name...it is kind of kinky. &lt;em&gt;*smiles to self*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 'sexy' name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Zillionaire Exchanging Breathtaking Backrubs" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-m-ZEBB.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of it is fitting, besides the Zillionaire part. I wish I was... but no. As for the backrubs, I have to say I DO give a mean shoulder message. I even showed Noel, and she seemed to really enjoy it. It was the first time I seen her smile since that Jomb guy left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I never cared for Jomb. I had a bad feeling from the start, that he was going to end up hurting her. And I hate him for it....if I ever seen him...I will, well lets just say it won't be pretty. I like Noel....as a friend. And I don't like seeing my friends hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go.... before I say anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113662055165693026?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113662055165693026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113662055165693026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113662055165693026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113662055165693026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/01/noel-did-thisso-i-will-too.html' title='Noel did this....so I will too'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20465939.post-113627484526723253</id><published>2006-01-03T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:54:05.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one...</title><content type='html'>I see Noel blogging all the time so I thought "Hey I can do that, and it may be kinda fun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.... I just wanted to say HI to all of you who read this. I will try and write as often as I can. I am a very busy man.....now that Noel promoted me to captian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel is such a wonderful being. She treats everyone with such respect....even though some don't return that respect. I do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.... this is all the time I have for tonight....BUSY, BUSY, BUSY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20465939-113627484526723253?l=zebb1259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/feeds/113627484526723253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20465939&amp;postID=113627484526723253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113627484526723253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20465939/posts/default/113627484526723253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-one.html' title='Day one...'/><author><name>Zebb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13090861061655420494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
