Marcus QDunn
Oct 1st, 2001, 06:19:57 AM
How you Remind Me
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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Never made is as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
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He was sitting at his usual place in the Bar and Grill, the exact place to best keep the place covered. On his hip was the rail gun, the other was the now hidden saber. At his table was the Command squad of the Special Forces, the New Republic division he lead. Zara Drecker, Jyanis, Nathan West, Devires. Tyle was around too, probably mercilessly drilling new recruits. Around the floor was aliens and humans that frequented this place, even some Dark Siders, who occasionally glanced warily around, surrounded as they were by Jedi and that one lunatic with the guns.
Major General James T. Tohmahawk had certainly cut a reputation as a shoot first enforcer, especially for trouble makers. The latest fool who had tried something had ended up in a small bag, with the pieces they could find. When Tohmahawk stood , gun in had, beings ducked or ran.
How much more would it be if they realized the hand that held the gun belonged to the sole Jedi Warlord seen for centuries, a Jedi who practiced the arts of war, who attacked without mercy and gave no quarter. Marcus Q’Dunn, recently returned Jedi Master to the Greater Jedi Order. Scarely 10 beings in the GHalaxy knew this General was only a façade the Jedi had built up to protect his real identity, so he could have freedom of action. Seemed like when he acted in the brutal and blunt way he did, other Jedi would cringe and speak of the Dark Side, or at least they had when he lived a different life. It was much better to let the Jedi think he was just a arrogant General, with a chip on both shoulders. Better that they didn’t know of the Jedi beneath, a man who refused to acknowledge the wimpish creed, who believed in action and not words.
As for the dark Side…… they simply wouldn’t understand the passions that drove Q’Dunn forward. Why he hated seeing the Jedi sitting in their chairs, sprouting words that to him stunk and were hollow. Why he would lay down his life to defend what he believed in and would continue to prove to himself that he could stand when other stepped aside. \
Five years ago, that attitude had made him the darling of all the Jedi, a respected leader, a Council Member, a man with a career that knew no bounds.
Now…. He was a pariah. His views were not welcome and he suspected, if it wasn’t for the fact the NRSF he lead were the guardians of the Jedi bases, he would not be allowed anywhere near the temple. Suited him, in some ways he loathed the Jedi and what they stood for now. Soft they were and he hated the sight of most of them. Almost as much as he hated Force users who Unbalanced the Force. Some days he more respect for some of the Dark Side than he did for some Jedi.
Q’Dunn right now was with people he knew, respected and to be honest, this was his family. The eclectic group he had drawn together to lead the NRSF. Beings he knew and was comfortable with.
Some days, he suspected Scorpion WAS family, so similar they were.
“…. And the supplies will be dropped off here and here” ended Drecker, pointing at a map the group were pouring over.
“Well, that looks good. We expecting opposition?” Asked West.
“No. We cleaned them out two weeks ago. You should have a free shot at the building” replied Drecker.
“Ah, you take all the fun”
There was laughter and Q’Dunn himself smiled. This was just so much better than Council and that hellish Senate Committee. Common people, common goal. Untamed beings whose energies were being directed in the way best suited for each person. Or as Scorpion put it, no bull-DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-. There was a round of drinks that arrived, which bought a pause in the discussion on the operation they were planning. Q’Dunn leaned back, sipping his tea.
“Excuse me?”
Q’Dunn taked his head, as did everyone else at the table. A Jedi Knight was there, Warren Azalin. Not one of them that knew and not someone Q’Dunn cared for either.
“Yes? Cant you see we are busy?” snapped Scorpion. Than made the Jedi Master grin, seeing Azalin fazed for a moment, before recovering.
“I have urgent business with the Council…”
“Oooh, whoop de do, tell someone who cares Jedi. Go away” snarled Q’Dunn
“And so do you Tohmahawk. You are order to come this way”
“Pardon?” asked Q’Dunn in a flat and dangerous voice
“The Council has summoned you. Come with me.”
He paused, then got up. He walked slowly to Azalin, before allowing his gaze to burn straight into the Knight’s eyes. “No”
“You will now. Yoghurt orders it himself”
“Really? Devires, Scorpion, come with me”
“Alone Tohmahawk, your directe…” The last word was broken by Q’Dunn suddenly moving and smashing Azalin in the face. Twice as powerful as a normal human, acclimatized to 2G, he was much faster and stronger than he looked. Fast enough to king hit a Jedi. Also helped that with the ability Q’Dunn had to repress his effect on the Force and hence hide himself, a Force user would get no warning. The Jedi crashed into a table and onto the floor.
“Your in no position to direct or order me Jedi. If I want someone to go with me, they will. Come on Gurney and Jyanis, I’m made ill just looking at the Jedi in here.” Q’Dunn turned on his heel and began to stalk off, pushing aside another Padawan in such a way she tripped and fell onto a table. Devires winced, while Scorpion openly grinned.
The left the Bar and Grill and had gone some distance before Gurney spoke. “You really should not be so deliberately antagonistic Master. I know it’s not my place to speak of your actions, but is this right?”
Q’Dunn turned his head as they continued to walk, to glance at Devires “Your uncomfortable with my actions?”
“Yes I am Master. Why do you do it? Surely you don’t have to go out of your way to offend every Jedi you meet?”
“Have I offended you yet?”
“Well……”
“I’m only offensive to those I believe seek not what a Jedi should be Gurney. Being a Jedi is not paying lip service to a creed, or to words. Being a Jedi is where you make your stand, what you really are. It is 100% commitment and devotion to the Light, pure and simple. You put yourself last and others first. You are servant. I see too many Jedi that are self centered and refuse to mend their ways. Look about you Gurney. There is a Galaxy that screams for our help and yet the Jedi almost to a man and woman do nothing. And the Council…. They let it happen!”
“Then why don’t you reveal yourself and go back and lead again Marcus. I remember the days when you did, you were the worst thing ever to hit the Republic’s enemies. Remember when we went hand to hand years ago?” said Jyanis
“Indeed I do. Odd we became friends after that”
“Not odd. Even though I didn’t know who Tohmahawk really was, you were one of the few men I knew that was worth spit. Remember what we did to Great Darth Milenko?”
“Oh hell, do I ever. Talk about us pulling a fast one on the Republic”
OOC : Open.
<font color=red>
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Never made is as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
</font>
He was sitting at his usual place in the Bar and Grill, the exact place to best keep the place covered. On his hip was the rail gun, the other was the now hidden saber. At his table was the Command squad of the Special Forces, the New Republic division he lead. Zara Drecker, Jyanis, Nathan West, Devires. Tyle was around too, probably mercilessly drilling new recruits. Around the floor was aliens and humans that frequented this place, even some Dark Siders, who occasionally glanced warily around, surrounded as they were by Jedi and that one lunatic with the guns.
Major General James T. Tohmahawk had certainly cut a reputation as a shoot first enforcer, especially for trouble makers. The latest fool who had tried something had ended up in a small bag, with the pieces they could find. When Tohmahawk stood , gun in had, beings ducked or ran.
How much more would it be if they realized the hand that held the gun belonged to the sole Jedi Warlord seen for centuries, a Jedi who practiced the arts of war, who attacked without mercy and gave no quarter. Marcus Q’Dunn, recently returned Jedi Master to the Greater Jedi Order. Scarely 10 beings in the GHalaxy knew this General was only a façade the Jedi had built up to protect his real identity, so he could have freedom of action. Seemed like when he acted in the brutal and blunt way he did, other Jedi would cringe and speak of the Dark Side, or at least they had when he lived a different life. It was much better to let the Jedi think he was just a arrogant General, with a chip on both shoulders. Better that they didn’t know of the Jedi beneath, a man who refused to acknowledge the wimpish creed, who believed in action and not words.
As for the dark Side…… they simply wouldn’t understand the passions that drove Q’Dunn forward. Why he hated seeing the Jedi sitting in their chairs, sprouting words that to him stunk and were hollow. Why he would lay down his life to defend what he believed in and would continue to prove to himself that he could stand when other stepped aside. \
Five years ago, that attitude had made him the darling of all the Jedi, a respected leader, a Council Member, a man with a career that knew no bounds.
Now…. He was a pariah. His views were not welcome and he suspected, if it wasn’t for the fact the NRSF he lead were the guardians of the Jedi bases, he would not be allowed anywhere near the temple. Suited him, in some ways he loathed the Jedi and what they stood for now. Soft they were and he hated the sight of most of them. Almost as much as he hated Force users who Unbalanced the Force. Some days he more respect for some of the Dark Side than he did for some Jedi.
Q’Dunn right now was with people he knew, respected and to be honest, this was his family. The eclectic group he had drawn together to lead the NRSF. Beings he knew and was comfortable with.
Some days, he suspected Scorpion WAS family, so similar they were.
“…. And the supplies will be dropped off here and here” ended Drecker, pointing at a map the group were pouring over.
“Well, that looks good. We expecting opposition?” Asked West.
“No. We cleaned them out two weeks ago. You should have a free shot at the building” replied Drecker.
“Ah, you take all the fun”
There was laughter and Q’Dunn himself smiled. This was just so much better than Council and that hellish Senate Committee. Common people, common goal. Untamed beings whose energies were being directed in the way best suited for each person. Or as Scorpion put it, no bull-DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-. There was a round of drinks that arrived, which bought a pause in the discussion on the operation they were planning. Q’Dunn leaned back, sipping his tea.
“Excuse me?”
Q’Dunn taked his head, as did everyone else at the table. A Jedi Knight was there, Warren Azalin. Not one of them that knew and not someone Q’Dunn cared for either.
“Yes? Cant you see we are busy?” snapped Scorpion. Than made the Jedi Master grin, seeing Azalin fazed for a moment, before recovering.
“I have urgent business with the Council…”
“Oooh, whoop de do, tell someone who cares Jedi. Go away” snarled Q’Dunn
“And so do you Tohmahawk. You are order to come this way”
“Pardon?” asked Q’Dunn in a flat and dangerous voice
“The Council has summoned you. Come with me.”
He paused, then got up. He walked slowly to Azalin, before allowing his gaze to burn straight into the Knight’s eyes. “No”
“You will now. Yoghurt orders it himself”
“Really? Devires, Scorpion, come with me”
“Alone Tohmahawk, your directe…” The last word was broken by Q’Dunn suddenly moving and smashing Azalin in the face. Twice as powerful as a normal human, acclimatized to 2G, he was much faster and stronger than he looked. Fast enough to king hit a Jedi. Also helped that with the ability Q’Dunn had to repress his effect on the Force and hence hide himself, a Force user would get no warning. The Jedi crashed into a table and onto the floor.
“Your in no position to direct or order me Jedi. If I want someone to go with me, they will. Come on Gurney and Jyanis, I’m made ill just looking at the Jedi in here.” Q’Dunn turned on his heel and began to stalk off, pushing aside another Padawan in such a way she tripped and fell onto a table. Devires winced, while Scorpion openly grinned.
The left the Bar and Grill and had gone some distance before Gurney spoke. “You really should not be so deliberately antagonistic Master. I know it’s not my place to speak of your actions, but is this right?”
Q’Dunn turned his head as they continued to walk, to glance at Devires “Your uncomfortable with my actions?”
“Yes I am Master. Why do you do it? Surely you don’t have to go out of your way to offend every Jedi you meet?”
“Have I offended you yet?”
“Well……”
“I’m only offensive to those I believe seek not what a Jedi should be Gurney. Being a Jedi is not paying lip service to a creed, or to words. Being a Jedi is where you make your stand, what you really are. It is 100% commitment and devotion to the Light, pure and simple. You put yourself last and others first. You are servant. I see too many Jedi that are self centered and refuse to mend their ways. Look about you Gurney. There is a Galaxy that screams for our help and yet the Jedi almost to a man and woman do nothing. And the Council…. They let it happen!”
“Then why don’t you reveal yourself and go back and lead again Marcus. I remember the days when you did, you were the worst thing ever to hit the Republic’s enemies. Remember when we went hand to hand years ago?” said Jyanis
“Indeed I do. Odd we became friends after that”
“Not odd. Even though I didn’t know who Tohmahawk really was, you were one of the few men I knew that was worth spit. Remember what we did to Great Darth Milenko?”
“Oh hell, do I ever. Talk about us pulling a fast one on the Republic”
OOC : Open.