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( The cute animal I'm most like is... )

As for my Inner Child, I hate to say it, but I'm like Wes, for some reason.

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Wes: Well if anyone would be like me, it would probably be you. Or Face, but you kind of come as a package deal anyway.


Phanan: Yes we do!

Of course, now I'm curious to see what Face would get. If he gets something different does that mean he's an imposter?


Wes: Or in one of his moods, on or the other.

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OOC: 55 comments. I don't have that kind of patience. Sorry :p

(Here you go instead.)

Apologies for merely copying the page source and uploading it. If this isn't kosher, lemme know and I'll find some other way of doing this...

Leia stalked the Vengeance's bridge, glaring at any of the crew foolish enough to look at her.

"Find that ship, Admiral! My displeasure you can survive; the displeasure of the Emperor, on the other hand..." she left the comment hanging.

Admiral Korne blanched and began yelling instructions at the bridge crew. Slightly mollified as the Star Destroyer moved into hyperspace, Leia decided to stand menacingly at the view port instead, hands clasped behind her back. As they dropped out of hyperspace, a tiny speck on the edge of visibility could be seen.

"Madam," Korne said carefully. "Sensors indicate that that ship is the one we seek."

"Good. Bring it in." With that, Leia turned on a heel and strode from the bridge, heading for the hanger bay.

As she went, she felt the faint shudder of the tractor beam as it locked on to its target. She smiled. Her brother would be at her mercy very, very soon...

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[picking up from here]

Leia stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer, Vengence, and watched as the little blip that was Kenobi and her brother escaping, streak across the sensor board.

"Admiral! Track that ship. I want to know where it goes. The Emperor wants that man's life and I intend to give it to him." Of course, she had no intentions of doing such a thing. She wanted her brother for herself. She could turn him, she knew it! And once the Skywalker twins were reunited, nothing in the galaxy would stop them.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Admiral Argon Korne, said, snapping a salute.

"I'll be in my quarters. No interruptions unless it is to give me the location of the Rebels or a message from the Emperor." Which was silly, because the Emperor coud give her orders without use of the HoloNet. But, the man didn't need to know that.

Admiral Korne nodded and then turned to bark orders to the bridge crew. Satisfied that things were under control here, Leia headed to her quarters.

She palmed the door open as she unclipped her lightsabre from her belt, and crossed the threshold...

If you were left on a desert island, what three things would you take along?

If I had to be left on a desert island, I would take my best friend, Face, and both our X-Wings.

Because one, I wouldn't want to be stranded on said island, no matter how much I love Face, and two, the only way either of us would end up on a desert island together would be for recon purposes.

One needs to have reports on specific dimensions, how best to control climate, what sorts of flora and fauna we could import, the best look-out point, best defensive position, best site for a spaceport, means of cleaning up pollution from spacecraft emissions...you know what they say: it's best to be prepared. Which means extensive scouting to find any and all information on our island and the planet it was on.

Why would anyone go to this sort of trouble for a desert island?

...Well, how else would you suggest we go about planning our private resort, open only to beautiful young maidens from all species and our closest friends?

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Face: That's not the point of the question, Ton. If you were going to bestuck there forever without any way of rescue... what would you have with you.

Ton: You, are no fun.

1. Endless provisions
2. Female companionship
3. My Best Friend

Face: female companionship for both of us, right?

Ton: But of course.

What do you take me for?

OOC: Yeah, at 95 comments, I'm not copy/pasting that.

(Read it here, instead.)

Apologies for merely copying the page source and uploading it. If this isn't kosher, lemme know and I'll find some other way of doing this...

fade in

"We're back ladies and gentlemen, with Ton Phanan, the talented newcomer who's just made his outstanding debut in the remake of A Streetcar Named Desire."

Audience cheers

"So, before the break you were telling us what it was like to fill the shoes of Marlon Brando, one of the greatest actors in American culture. How do you go from that, to playing Sir Galahad in the Boradway musical of Spamalot?"

Phanan looks amused and slightly abashed

"Well, on the set of Streetcar, we were joking around on set. Someone started singing and by the end we had this five-part, completely harmozied song-and-dance routine. My agent was estatic about my vocal talents and the next bunch of projects he sent me had offers for two different musicals..."

"...The Phantom of the Opera being the other one..."

"...Yeah. So, I figured since I had just come off of an incredibly dramatic piece, why not give the comedy a try?"

"Are you good at comedy, do you think?"

Phanan smiles; it's slightly sad

"My best friend and I used to pull a lot of pranks. I'm not sure how many folks appreciated our sense of humour, but I know it was fun and we did get a few laughs."

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[six months after this]

"Hey Ton! The preview for your movie's on!" Ana called into the kitchen.

Phanan laughed. "You sound more excited about it than I do!" He emerged with soft-drinks and a bowl of popcorn. He settled on the couch next to Ana, handing her one of the cans.

"Well, it's your first movie! That's always a big thing."

"Yeah, and my agent is clamouring for me to pick my next project, too. I have no idea which one to choose."

Ana laughed. "If only every actor in this city had your dilemma."


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[ooc: I have no clue what to else to add here. I'll probably add more later on, when I think of it. But anyhow, other pups that know Phanan (*coughFacecough*) can begin reacting to the promos and stuff. Just make'em up as you see fit, with an "'and introducing Ton Phanan' // 'Random Line from Streetcar'" somewhere in it. Enjoy!]



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Face: It was a little after midnight when Face was strolling in from work into his apartment. He had been given the mid shift at the bar today,and was able to get home at a decent hour.

Decent being that he could get a few hours rest before going to his "other" job... which usually involved black jumpsuits and spy gear. Sheesh, if this city knew that a bartender was also an intergalactic spy... talk about security breeches.

So, tossing his keys onto the table, he flipped on the television to let some brainless show act as background noise while he made a quick meal, he wasn't too surprised to find a series of commercials going. There's more commercials on these tv stations than there is shows, he mused to himself as he started to dig in the fridge.

"A story about love... about desire... one woman struggling to keep her past while the present tries to rip it away from her..."

Face scoffed. Love the premise. Let me guess, another Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes movie?

"... and staring newcomer Ton Phanan as the infamous Stanley..."

"WHAT?!"Face jumped, slamming his head onto the top of the fridge. He rubbed his head and turned to look at the tv just in time to see what looked like his best friend... correction... LONG DEAD best friend kissing some young woman before it faded to the black screen that read "coming soon to a theatre near you."

He just blinked. No, it was a weird coincidence... a really weird fucked up coincidence... right?

But he had to be sure. He picked up his cell phone which luckily had internet access to it and pulled up this website he had discovered called IMDB and typed in Ton's name.

And there it was. With a picture.

Face dropped the phone.

[a few of weeks after this]

"Hey Ana, I'm heading over to Starbucks, you want anything?"

"Sure thing Ton. I'll take a grande half-caf latte. Four sugars." Ana handed Ton a twenty.

It only took Phanan a few minutes to walk the block down to the coffee house, and soon, he was stepping into the line-up of caffine-addicts waiting to get their daily fix.

He paid for the lattes, and paused for sugar. Stepping aside to make room for a woman on her cell,he shook out the packets into his coffee and stirred, listening in to the one-sided conversation.

"...I know...I understand that, but...Listen! I don't care if he looks like Brando, the man has the emotional range of a stick..."

Phanan snickered, thinking of Face and his tirades on Tetran Cowell as he started shaking Ana's four sugars into her latte. He didn't notice the woman glance over at him, nor did he notice her double-take.

"...listen, can I call you back? 'Kay, thanks, bye." She flipped her phone shut and stared at Phanan.

Finally,he looked up at her. He raised a brow, looked behind him to make sure that yes, she was looking at him, and tentatively asked, "Is everything okay? Did I steal your sugar, or something?"

She shook her head. "Smile."

"Er, what?"

"Smile. Like you were before."

Phanan dazzled her with a smile. She nodded.

"You'lldo." She hooked her arm through his and began to pull him outside."You're perfect. That smile speaks of great depth, and it's a hell of alot better than that hack's."

"Hey, whoa! I don't know who you are lady, but I need to bring my friend her latte. If I don't she'll have a coronary..."

The lady paused at the door, considered his request, then nodded. "Okay,We'll bring your friend her coffee. But then you're coming with me. I'm Linda Orrin, one of the top casting directors in Hollywood. You...you are perfect for this part I'm trying to fill."

Phanan was shaking his head. "I'm not the guy you want. I-"

"You're not getting this. People would kill for an opportunity like this. You'll make a lot of money."

Phanan's mouth worked, but no sound came out. Finally, he merely nodded.

Linda beamed. "Okay, let's drop this coffee off and we'll be on our way. You're going to be a star!"

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Phanan had never seen a movie studio before, either here, or back in his own galaxy. It was a different world, to be sure and he was finding the whole thing to be surreal. Ana's envy and excitement at his luck verified Linda's admonishment that folks would kill for what she had offered him.

He was supposed to read lines for an audition, but Linda had assured him that it was a mere formality. Nevertheless, he concentrated on the script, trying to imagine that he was Face. His friend and one-time-actor had made performing look so easy, and really,if Tetran Cowell could do it, then Phanan certainly could.

Let's see. Stanley Kowalski...what's his motivation...? He pondered for a few moments, reading through the lines. Several minutes passed before Linda came to retrieve him.

"Break a leg, kid. Do me proud..." she said, shoving him through a door.

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"Listen up, everyone, I want you to meet our new Stanley Kowalski. This is Ton Phanan and he'll be replacing Roger Tudor for our production of A Streetcar Named Desire."

Phanan didn't know what to make of the various sighs of relief, nor the hushed variations of, "way to go. That guy was getting on my nerves."

He merely smiled at them and wondered, not for the last time, what the hell he had gotten himself into...

***A Month Later***

"Okay, folks, that's a wrap!"

Everyone cheered. Phanan let out a sigh of relief. It was over. His first movie shoot was over, and he could finally breath easy. He knew that press-stuff would be following soon, but he had a couple of days to breathe.

If only Face could see me now. He'd laugh his ass off...

He called up Ana and took her out. They went to dinner, then a show, then they spent the night together.

...Garik "The Face" Loran I knew that I had found someone who could appreciate me...the real me. I could also tell that he would have some profound effect on me. And he did.

We met on Folor base, when Wedge (Antilles, I think you've heard of him, yes?) was putting together his new Commando-Squadron-thing. I was a sub-par pilot and out-of-real-work doctor who was threatening to wash out of the New Republic Military without so much as a 'thank you for the work you did in the past for the Alliance'.

When this second chance had reared its ugly head, I wasn't sure how much I would really try. But when I saw Face, I knew that he needed me. He had a chip on his shoulder the size of an SSD and it was going to be my mission to knock it off, or break it down a little, which ever came first.

I knew we had something special as soon as our eyes locked. Ten minutes later we were finishing each other's sentences and having a grand old time wreaking havok on our squad-mates. Ours is the type of friendship that doesn't happen very often. It's instant and binding and never goes away. I can honestly say that it was Face that gave my life purpose once more.

That purpose was realized when we were station on Halmad, undercover as a pirate band. Best assignment I'd ever had, but I saw what I needed to do to help Face get beyond his past. I knew how to cut that chip on his shoulder in half, at the very least, and it sucked that I had to do it.

I was a sub-par pilot who knew his time was closing. And I knew how I could make my passing a blessing, rather than a rueful curse. These lines summed it up quite nicely:

I've left you some money. A fair amount, actually; I was the only son of wealthy parents, and I didn't manage to spend it all on good times and prosthetics. By the terms of my will, some of what you receive has to be used for a specific project. If you don't use it for that, the whole amount goes to an already wealthy actor you've mentioned with a certain amount of contempt, and you'll get to watch him become even richer despite his lack of talent or personal worth. So there.*

Blackmail is a wonderful thing, sometimes.

...watch a question on blackmail come up now. Wouldn't that be a mean thing to do to a guy?

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* Iron Fist - Aaron Allston, Chapter 13, pgs. 191- 192


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facelorran: -=chin quivers a bit=-

That was... beautiful. Really. I think I have tears in my eyes.

-=actually does, but trying to pass it off as sarcasm=-

ton_phanan: *grins*

I'm glad you liked it. And it's true. All of it.

Proof that blackmail works.

(For the sake of timing, this takes place approx. 7 months ago.)

Phanan had no idea where exactly he was. All he knew was that he had the clothes on his back - definitely not regulation, these black short pants, white tank-top and black sandals - and there were miles and miles of sand stretching in either direction.

If it weren't for this ocean, and the expansive city behind me, I would have thought that this was Tatooine...

If he hadn't known what heaven truly was, he would have thought that this was it. The sun was breaking over the tops of the buildings behind him, and the cry of the gulls broke through the crash of the waves. Absolutely peaceful...until a ground-car roared past shattering the isolation.

He was sitting on the sand, knees pulled up to his chest, thinking about life, death and everything in between. How he ended up here, he didn't know. But his survival instinct was about to kick in, he knew, and he was going to have to leave this spot in order to find shelter and a means of living.

He stood, brushed the sand off his bottom and made his way to the sidewalk. Picking a random direction to walk, he struck out along his chosen path and prayed to the Force, which surely dropped him here and would surely not abandon him now. He just wished a Jedi were here to see his faith.

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The first hostel he happened upon was a good 30-minute walk down from his spot on the beach. It looked relatively clean and seemed alright. There was a pretty female at the reception desk, her blond hair pulled behind her head in a ponytail. She was chewing gum and filing her nails, looking utterly bored.

Phanan cleared his throat to get her attention and her blue eyes lit up with pleasure at seeing someone.

"Hi honey, you looking for a place to stay?"

"Yes," Phanan said, glad that he could understand her.

She went instantly to work, pulling up information on her computer terminal. "It's two-fifty a night. We have a couple of rooms available..." she trailed off as she saw Phanan waving her off.

"Listen, I blew all my money on my trip down here. Is there anyway I could work in exchange for a place to stay?"

A frown creased her attractive features. "I don't know. I'll have to ask the boss. He won't be in until noon."

Phanan nodded. "Then I'll be back at noon..."

He wandered the strand until the sun was directly overhead. All the gorgeous people, the average people and the less-than average people that were frolicking in the waves, amusing themselves with games on the sand, or selling wares to the passers-by fascinated him. This was a strange place, yet there were some similarities to other worlds he had been to.

When he finally returned to the hostel, the pretty girl was still there and she waved him over as he entered.

"Hey, boss! That guy I told you about is back," she called. A tall man came out, his dirty blond hair cropped short, his skin tanned. He was dressed as Phanan, but his short pants were blue, off-setting his aqua-coloured eyes.

The man had a laid-back demeanour and gave Phanan a critical once-over. "So Ana tells me you want to work for room and board?"

"I do indeed," Phanan replied. "I'm Ton Phanan."

The two shook hands.

"Do you have any credentials?"

Phanan shrugged. "I used to work in the military until I was let go. Honorary Discharge due to injuries."

The man nodded. "I see. What part of the military?"

"Star-...erm, I was a pilot and field-medic for my squadron."

The Boss gave Phanan another once-over, then nodded. "Alright. You'll work for room and board for a week. If I like what I see, I'll start paying you. Ana, show this man his duties."

"Sure thing, boss! Follow me!"

Phanan followed gladly...

As far as I'm concerned, self-preservation is a tad more important than forgiving. Before you all try to vape me for this, let me try and explain.

As one of the rare beings in the galaxy, I am allergic to bacta. Which means that if I get seriously injured, I can't enjoy the simple luxury of taking a bacta-bath and regenerating, the way the rest of you lot do. A privilege that I am certain you take for granted. No, if I get injured and it can't heal naturally, it gets lopped off and replaced by something mechanical.

Therefore, my sense of self-preservation is higher than most people's forgiveness thresholds. It's sad, it's pathetic, but it's true. I would rather keep myself - emotionally or physically - safe, secure, and whole than admit any weakness or suffer any hurt.

Even if it means foregoing the forgiving aspect of a relationship, or forgiving the guy I just shot down for trying to kill me.

Can't exactly forgive someone, if you're dead, now, can you?


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rogue_skeptic: A privilege that I am certain you take for granted.

I don't, but then, I've nearly died enough times that I really appreciate the aspect of not dying.

</font>ton_phanan: I figured you'd be immune to bacta by this point.

rogue_skeptic: Luckily for me, I'm not.

ton_phanan: Then I take it you're still crashing daily? Remind me never to accept any sort of training from you.

rogue_skeptic: Not so much with the crashing lately but then...not so much with the flying, either.

ton_phanan: Not flying? That's...sadistic.

rogue_skeptic: So's sending me and Wes on a diplomatic mission.

ton_phanan: *lip twitch*

*more lip twitching*

*busts out laughing*

rogue_skeptic: *waves a hand* Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard it all.

ton_phanan: *opens mouth to say something*

*fails*

*resumes laughing*

rogue_skeptic: *contemplates shooting him and putting him out of his misery*

ton_phanan: *wheezes from laughing* What desperate idiot What joker decided to send the pair of you on a diplomatic mission?

rogue_skeptic: *shrug* This one's not so bad, we don't have to actually be very diplomatic or give speeches or anything.

But I do have some stories to tell you about a little planet called Adumar....*beams a moment* I got to blow things up by the end of it.

ton_phanan: Blowing things up is a good thing. I look forward to the telling of this tale. Over a round of the local brew, sometime?

And no speeches is a VERY good thing.

rogue_skeptic: Can't wait. When are you free?

*looks around*

*blinks*

Okay, who is responsible for this? I was happily enjoying my after-life and you go and bring me back?

...at least I'm free of all my mechanical bits.

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