<?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-16756676</id><updated>2011-07-14T16:22:51.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel of Neptonian</title><subtitle type='html'>*Looking For A New Home*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116737978588983414</id><published>2006-12-29T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T06:37:14.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out and the Blue Beast</title><content type='html'>I lay back in bed, exhausted. The past couple weeks I have been put through hell, just to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being brought back I was out of it for a few days. Just long enough to be brought to Earth and to Xavier's mansion, by Jomb. I woke up in the mansions medical center. Jomb left shortly after. I swear there is something wrong with that man. He is always running away, like he is afraid of me or something. Yet he tells me he still cares for me and promises me he will return to be with me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head and sigh. I don't want to think about me, it just confuses me too much. I roll over and look over a rule sheet for some kind of race that the X-men are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was well enough to get out of bed and walk around some I over heard a couple of them talking about it. After talking to my doctor, Dr. McCoy, or Hank as every one calls him, about it, I wanted to join. But the only way I could join was to get in prime condition. So here I have been working out with Hank trying to get fit. He has been working me to the bone. I come back to my room every night wishing I stayed dead. But after a good night sleep I feel much better, only to do it over again. The first few days of working out, I cried myself to sleep, I was in that much pain. But at least now I only ache a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I couldn't have asked for a better doctor, or partner. Yeah you heard me, he is my partner for this race. He told me if I got fit enough he would be my partner. I think he didn't think I could do it, but I did and now we are together. It will be fun. We have got along great so far, even though he like to push me to my limits. But I don't mind. I kind of like it. Plus have you ever seen him without a shirt on. I know my jaw dropped to the floor the first time I did. The muscle and blue fur.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and turn the light off. Thinking about the blue Beast and me racing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116737978588983414?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116737978588983414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116737978588983414&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116737978588983414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116737978588983414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/12/working-out-and-blue-beast.html' title='Working out and the Blue Beast'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116599815042052820</id><published>2006-12-13T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:22:30.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought Back.</title><content type='html'>The time has come for me to be brought back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit at a chair near the table and start to meditate. I can hear Starlena's voice softly in my head as she chant. The language is very old Nepton and unused for thousands of years, so I am not sure what she is saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drift off in meditation the voice becomes louder. All around me is mist and I can see nothing. I start to feel like I am floating. The the pain hits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my body was thrown in a lava pit. I try and scream but there was nothing but the sound of Starlena's chanting, growing louder and louder. The pain gets more intense, as my body starts to form. I once again try and scream, but nothing. I find I can't even breath, and I start to panic. Just as I think I can't handle any more and beg for Starlena to stop, I start to breath. The air that enters my newly formed lungs is very cold and burns. I find myself gasping for breath and then finally let out the screams I have been holding in. Despite the pain, I start to struggle frantically. I feel cold air on my skin as I move around. Then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I feel a pair of strong arms around me, stopping me from struggling. I hear a very familiar male voice whispering in my ear. I am unable to hear what he is saying over the chanting that is still in my head and ears. But this males voice still calms me just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain and cold leave my body as the chanting stops. I still can't see through the mist and very bright lights, so I close my eyes. I lean back into the body that is holding me as I hear him say &lt;em&gt;"Welcome back."&lt;/em&gt; Then everything goes black......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116599815042052820?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116599815042052820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116599815042052820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116599815042052820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116599815042052820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/12/brought-back.html' title='Brought Back.'/><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-16756676.post-116366293364094481</id><published>2006-11-16T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:42:13.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>I sit back on the bed and think about the past month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Zebb here was amazing. This place is like a dream, everything is so beautiful and perfect. It even takes away all the bad feelings, like pain, anger, and sadness. It then replaces these bad feelings with understanding and joy. Even now I don't feel sadden by Zebbs departure. True there were a few tears when we said our good byes. But now I have accepted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to move on. It is his way of life and death. He was due to be re-born. Before he left he had told me we would meet again someday. And I would just KNOW it is him. How I will know, I'm not sure. But I did believe him. Now I just sit and wait for Starlena to bring me back. Yes I am going back to the living. She had given me a few more weeks to spend with Zebb. Even though Zebb wanted me to go back right away, I refused. I wanted to spend time with him before he a due to depart. He thought it would be hard on ME to see him go. But actually in a way, it made me happy to know he has moved on to become something, that someday I may see again. It gives me closure and a reason to come back to life myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll just sit here and wait until Starlena comes and gets me. I'm and excited to go back, but I am not looking forward to the pain that comes with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116366293364094481?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116366293364094481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116366293364094481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116366293364094481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116366293364094481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116210429475879968</id><published>2006-10-29T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:44:54.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOC</title><content type='html'>OOC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Noel, Huntress, and Holg blogs will be temporally set on hold, until I can figure out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116210429475879968?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116210429475879968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116210429475879968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116210429475879968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116210429475879968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooc.html' title='OOC'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116099311890866157</id><published>2006-10-16T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:05:18.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://huntress38493.blogspot.com/2006/10/meetings.html"&gt;Tell me what I should do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this decission alone.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay here and be with Zebb. I love it here, it is so peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Zebb says I should go. That I didn't deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... just ..... don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116099311890866157?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116099311890866157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116099311890866157&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116099311890866157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116099311890866157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/10/tough-choice.html' title='Tough choice'/><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116064150213480705</id><published>2006-10-12T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T03:25:04.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven....</title><content type='html'>After a long talk with Zebb I realize just where I am. It's the place we had promised to meet before either of us moved on. It is our own personal Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am extremely sad that my life had ended so suddenly, I am happy that Zebb is here with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been wonderful. Zebb and I have spent numerous hours just talking and walking through the gardens. As well as in bed, making up for lost time, as he likes to put it. He tells me even though he loved me the way I was before, he loves me the way I am now even more. I have to agree, I really like my body as a whole and not some half machine that I grew up with. So I guess having moved out of the real world has it's advantages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something, I don't know what, has been nagging me to go back to the real world. It's like a small voice in the back of my head telling me to go back, that someone needs me. I know it can be done, because Zebb has done it before. I just haven't asked him to show me how yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116064150213480705?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116064150213480705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116064150213480705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116064150213480705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116064150213480705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/10/heaven.html' title='Heaven....'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-116012420032454803</id><published>2006-10-06T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T03:43:20.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awakening</title><content type='html'>I wake up so fast that I find myself sitting up and breathing real hard. For a long moment I wonder what had happened. The last thing I remember was seeing that bomb, hearing an extremely loud explosion, feeling intense heat and pain, and then blackness........ till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in a large bedroom. Almost everything in the room is white. Sunlight is gleaming through several windows. And a light breeze sweeps through out the room bringing in the smell of flowers from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb out of bed and that's when realize that my implants are gone. Instead of the metal, I have flesh and fur. I look at my hands in amazement. As I sit on the side of the bed I touch my arms and legs. It feels so much different. It's no longer cold and hard, but warm and soft. Even my face and hair are normal. I get up and grab a gown. Then I head down stairs, in hopes that whoever done this for me was still around. I walk around and check every room. There seems to be nobody home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Noel%20in%20room.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/400/Noel%20in%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head outside and into a beautiful garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/garden%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/400/garden%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk around, smelling the flowers, and wondering where I am. I hear a voice behind me. I turn and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/Star%20Wars%20pics/Zebbinwhitesuit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-116012420032454803?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/116012420032454803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=116012420032454803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116012420032454803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/116012420032454803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/10/awakening.html' title='The Awakening'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/Star%20Wars%20pics/th_Zebbinwhitesuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115917725283168885</id><published>2006-09-25T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:40:53.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Too Short.</title><content type='html'>I lay in the hot tub thinking &lt;em&gt;*I really needed this. I just need some time to get myself back back in order. I think I just rushed into going back to work. And tried to do to much to fast. What was I thinking. I should have taken it slow .....one step at a time. But ohh well, what is done is done. Now I'm going to spend a few more days here and unwind a bit. Then when I go back I'll take it nice and slow. I know Holg can handle the resort himself. He has been doing such a great job so far. I haven't even got a single call from him. He will make a wonderful and reliable captain.* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUZZZZZZ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com-link buzzes. I climb out of the hot tub and walk over to a table where it sits. I pick it up and see that it is Holg. &lt;em&gt;*Sigh....Well it must be very important if he is calling me*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I answer it, &lt;em&gt;"Hey Holg......."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhhhhh Noel I'm so glad to hear your voice."&lt;/em&gt; He says sounding worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is it Holg, is something wrong?"&lt;/em&gt; I ask as I slip my robe back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, there is Noel. You need to come back to Sky City right away. You will be safer here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a bit worried myself, I ask,&lt;em&gt; "what is it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noel, we just received a rather disturbing message...... from Kloddo. Apparently he survived the attack, or left just before. But either way he is alive, he knows where you are, and he wants you dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT!!!!!! Your kidding....right. Please tell me you are joking."&lt;/em&gt; I scream into the com-link, looking around in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wish I was Noel, but I'm not. We think it best if you come back here. Like I said before, with all the new security aboard you should be safe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay Holg, I'm on my way..... I'll be there in less then an hour."&lt;/em&gt; With that I ran into the house, locking the door behind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be careful Noel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will."&lt;/em&gt; I ended the call, I see my droid Ella standing in front of me. I ask her to lock all the doors and windows. With out questioning she did what she was told. I quickly throw some clothes on my still wet body. Just as quickly, I call the Space Port and tell them that I need my ship ready to go in just a few minutes. I also ask them if they can do a security scan for me, just to make sure nothing was aboard that isn't meant to be. They said they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the keys to the new speeder I just bought. As I head out to the speeder Ella comes out and says.&lt;em&gt; "Noel I'm all done, is there a problem?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's nothing that you need to worry about. I have to go back to Sky City. I want you to stay here and take care of the house for me."&lt;/em&gt; I tell her and jump in to my speeder. I head straight to the space port. When I arrive I see that my ship is ready for me. As I park my speeder and ran over it, I see a guy exit it holding a scanner. I have never seen him before. Normally I have only certain people work on my ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him, &lt;em&gt;"Who are you, and where is Derrik."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up and answers &lt;em&gt;"Derrik called in sick today, I'm his replacement."&lt;/em&gt; He smiles politely and extends his hand for me to shake. I shake it and he continues, &lt;em&gt;"I did the security scan you asked for, and I found nothing aboard your ship that didn't belong."&lt;/em&gt; He then give me a worried look &lt;em&gt;"Is there something wrong?"&lt;/em&gt; He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's just that I may very a very dangerous man after me. I need to be extra careful, that's all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow that's bad, what did you do?"&lt;/em&gt; He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I did nothing. He had kidnapped me and was going to kill me. But escaped and he still wants me dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me for a second then his eyes get big.&lt;em&gt;"Hey your the owner to the awesome resort aren't you. I just love that place, I go there all the time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and nod. &lt;em&gt;"Yeah.... well I really have to get going."&lt;/em&gt; I say looking around nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhh shoot, yeah sorry about that. Don't worry your ship is clean, you should have no problems." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks."&lt;/em&gt; I say as I head into the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey,"&lt;/em&gt; he yells behind me. I turn around and he continued&lt;em&gt;"Ummmm... I normally don't do this, but do you think maybe we could get together sometime and have a drink or two. I would like to get to know you better....... ummm that is if you want to."&lt;/em&gt; He looks down shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and say, &lt;em&gt;"I'll think about it"&lt;/em&gt; I walk into the ship and close the doors behind me. He seems really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down behind the main control panel and did a few check. I start the engines and head into the atmosphere. I get ready to jump into super speed when a cabinet door opens. I get up to close the cabinet and my eye catches a flashing light inside. I open the door and see a primitive type bomb in it. It has numbers that are counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/explosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115917725283168885?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115917725283168885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115917725283168885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115917725283168885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115917725283168885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life Is Too Short.'/><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-16756676.post-115883309843319578</id><published>2006-09-21T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:14:03.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Been A LOOOOONG day</title><content type='html'>I went back to the resort to check on some stuff. As I was walking through a hallway I ran into &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/targets-all-around.html"&gt;Maggie and the Henchman or Guy as some know him as.&lt;/a&gt; Guy had a can of whip cream in his hand. I can only imagine what he was going to use it for. I decided this was a good time to tell them about the security cameras. And &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/sky-city.html"&gt;how they gave one of my security officers a show earlier.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they said was &lt;em&gt;"Oops!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at them and shook my head. Then I remembered I had some extra tickets to the Naboo Safari. I figured they would love going because it was really romantic. Especially this time of the year, now that the Nabooian Star Angels can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them the tickets and told them I had called them a taxi already. Which wasn't true, but I figured by the time the two of them got down to the taxi center there will be one waiting, once I made the call that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left I decided to check up on &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/blade-and-i-part-1.html"&gt;Vampi.&lt;/a&gt; I thought her and her kids would like to go see the Toydarian traveling Galactic Zoological park and circus that has just docked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered her room I seen her sitting there staring at a ring. She has been having a hard time choosing between the man she loves and her kids. So I decided to sit with her and have a small chat. Afterwards she seemed a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then invited her and her kids to the park and circus. She said it was okay for her kids to go, but she decided to stay back and try and get a hold of Miari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun. It was cool seeing &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-noel-look-what-i-can-do.html"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt; turn into the different animals. I love being with Vampi's kids, true they can be a handful, but that's the way kids are. Makes me want to have one......... someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready to leave, Holg shows up &lt;em&gt;"Noel, there was an accident on Naboo. Henchman and Maggie got hurt. They are in the medical center."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at the kids.&lt;em&gt;"Holg can you take these two back to Vampi's room, I'm going to  check on two of them and see if they are alright."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No problem,"&lt;/em&gt; He turns to the kids. &lt;em&gt;"Come you two, lets go back and see your mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into an elevator and just before I pushed the button to the medical center floor, I got a call. It was from the security office. I decided I should go check that out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head up to the security office. Once there I'm approached by the head officer. &lt;em&gt;"Noel, we had a little incident. This guy,"&lt;/em&gt; He shows me a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/blade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He tried to enter the resort with a load of weapons."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So where is he now?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, after telling him that there are no weapons aloud on the ship, he threw a fit and demanded to come aboard. He said the he needing to speak with Vampi. I remember you saying something about the problem with her and SHIELD, so we told him to head down to the planet and we would send her down to meet him. I didn't know what else to do. I figured I would contact you and see what you could do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You did good, did you get any info on this guy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah we did."&lt;/em&gt; He says and hands me another piece of paper. I read it over and hand it back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll go talk with Vampi, put these in the file cabinet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and headed back up the medical center. I figure I'll go check on Guy and Maggie first, then go talk to Vampi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Guy's room first. He is sitting there while the doctors are doing a final check on his legs and arms. Once the doctor is leaves, Guy grabs his shirt and puts it back on. He walks over to me and asks &lt;em&gt;"How is Maggie?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just look at him and say &lt;em&gt;"I haven't seen her yet, but the doctors informed me she will be just fine, you want to come with?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk to her room he tells me what happened. I just sigh and thank the stars they are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we get to her room he says &lt;em&gt;"Your doctors did a really great job putting me back together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well the doctors here are some of the best around and a couple of them work only with cybernetic implants."&lt;/em&gt; I said as I showed him my arm. &lt;em&gt;"The only difference is that mine don't have the synthetic flesh covering it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why not, It would look so much better if you did."&lt;/em&gt; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug my shoulders and said, &lt;em&gt;"I don't know, I.....I think it has something to do with remembering my home and what my people had done to save me. Also, I spent so much time in the hospital as a kid. Going through surgery after surgery, I don't want to have to go through another one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well just remember you can't live in the past forever. You should move on and get over your fears and just do it....... when you are ready."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I may someday, for now I like my old metal arms and legs."&lt;/em&gt; I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we entered Maggie's room. Holg's there talking to her and she seemed really happy to see Guy. After a quick check making sure she was okay, I tell her she is ready to leave. With that said, Maggie jumps in Guys arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that as my cue to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell them that I have to go talk to Vampi about the guy that showed up. Maggie seemed to know him. After a small discussion they decided to met with this Blade character. I called his number that I remember seeing on the paper. I told him that Maggie and Guy wanted to see him. He agreed and said he was at a small casino not to far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left I went to tell Vampi's. She seemed a little upset. And after she tells me about him, I am too. I'm just glad they are taking this else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone is gone I decided that I would go up to my apartment and get some rest. But before I can get in bed my com-link buzzes again. I answer it only to find out &lt;a href="http://darkjedikriss.blogspot.com/2006/09/party-crasher.html"&gt;that another person tried to force their way through security.&lt;/a&gt; Just as I was about to get up and leave they called back and told me he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sighed and layed back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have a talk with my security crew, tomorrow. Then I'm going to go back to my house on Naboo and stay a week or so. I'll tell Holg not to contact me unless it is an emergency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115883309843319578?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115883309843319578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115883309843319578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115883309843319578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115883309843319578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/has-been-looooong-day.html' title='Has Been A LOOOOONG day'/><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-16756676.post-115865826138053377</id><published>2006-09-19T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:44:33.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Some Time To Myself.</title><content type='html'>I climbed out of the speeder and looked at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/house@0928b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/house%400928b.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house I bought way back... before the attack and the kidnapping. When Zebb and I first started going out. I quickly shook my head of those thoughts and turned to pay the driver and get my bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly walked to the door and unlocked it. The door opens and I step in. To my amazement the whole place has been furnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/living%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/living%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg said there would be a surprise for me when I arrived. Well I am surprised. It is real nice to have a droid that is programmed to know everything I like. And I like everything except the area rug. The flowers just don't go with the rest of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cross the living room and head straight for one of the bed rooms. I drop my bags in the largest of the three rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Master%20bedroom%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Master%20bedroom%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too is really beautiful. A little dark, but I love the bed. I go over to it and lay down for a minute, and find out that it is really comfortable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up and go over to the French style doors that leads out to the patio and pool area. The hot tub sounds great right about now. So I strip off my clothes and slip a robe on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk outside and past the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I may never swim in it, I still love it. It is so beautiful just to look at. I walk up the path the leads to the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j137/neptonian/hottub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there I slip out of my robe and into the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so great to have a privacy fence surrounding the back yard. Plus it's not like I have neighbors anyway. The only house next to me is the old Big Brother house that looks like it was abandoned after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay back in the hot water and close my eyes. My mind wanders back to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the party was extremely busy. If I wasn't in my office, I was down in the main lobby welcoming guests. I did make an appearance in The Club on Saturday night. But I just sat back, had a few drinks, bought a few rounds for the guests, and watched everyone else dance and have fun. After closing, I went back up to my apartment. But not before buying a few rounds for the non-droid employees. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I announced the new captain. The decision wasn't really that hard. I just went with the one member who has worked hard and has never complained once. Holg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has stood by my side since I built him. He is programmed to learn new things and express emotion. He is more alive then some of the other crew members I work with. He was the only one who never gave up searching for me. Even after all hope was lost, he just wouldn't stop. And for that devotion and friendship he got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really surprised me. Was that nobody complained, everyone accepted him as their captain. I guess to them he is just another member, even if he is a droid. Which makes me really happy. Because I have always wanted a place where droids and living beings can work together as equals and I finally reached that dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115865826138053377?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115865826138053377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115865826138053377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115865826138053377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115865826138053377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/need-some-time-to-myself.html' title='Need Some Time To Myself.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115839653999249229</id><published>2006-09-16T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T03:51:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampi's party</title><content type='html'>I met up with &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;Vampi&lt;/a&gt; and her kids &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/09/losing-my-father.html"&gt;Hotstuff&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-from-dad.html"&gt;Justice.&lt;/a&gt; Vampi told me about a civil war on her planet and she wanted a safe place to stay for awhile. I assured her that there wasn't a safer place to be, then right here at Sky City. As I was showing her to her room, she asked me if I could arrange for her to have a small personal party. I told her I would get everything she needed ready for her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked for a cake with two hundred candles and the words '200 accomplished' on it. Well our cooks did the best they could. However, there was no way to get the two&lt;br /&gt;candles on it, so they settled for number type candles. I hope Vampi isn't disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/cookie_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/cookie_full.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let her use one of my favorite high end party rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Ball%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Ball%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After adding a few tables and had a small bar area set up it was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the party I did what I could to help. I helped out the droids with making and serving drinks. Everyone was having fun, some were having more fun then others. Son Goku and his family were there and we talked for a bit. He still feels bad about what happened to Zebb. I told him it was all right and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party was over and everyone left I made sure that the cleaning droids were doing their jobs before I left. I told Flint, the head droid, to make sure he locks up before leaving. He beeps in acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to my apartment I slip out of my clothes and into bed. I lay there thinking &lt;em&gt;*I'm going to need some time off by the end of the weekend. Maybe I'll go check on my house on Naboo.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;Check out Vampi's blog to read more stories about this party.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115839653999249229?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115839653999249229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115839653999249229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115839653999249229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115839653999249229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/vampis-party.html' title='Vampi&apos;s party'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115796024656261630</id><published>2006-09-11T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:59:17.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doors Open Early</title><content type='html'>As I was sitting in my office, working on some paperwork. Holg rushes in and tells me,&lt;em&gt; "Noel a message just came in saying people are already lining up to come in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Already, but we don't open for another week."&lt;/em&gt; I said as I got up and looked out my window. Sure enough I see ships and shuttles lining up at docking vessel # 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you want us to do, send them away?"&lt;/em&gt; He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hummmmmm....."&lt;/em&gt; I said as I sat back down. &lt;em&gt;"Is everything ready right now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mostly, yes. There is still a few areas that need to be touched up. But I think the resort is ready to be open again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well let's do it then, let's open early."&lt;/em&gt; I said with a smile. &lt;em&gt;"No reason to send the early comers away. We will open the doors now, but the re-opening party will still be held on schedule, for next weekend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll contact the crew to let them know of the news. You contact security and make sure everyone is in place. The doors will open in two hours."&lt;/em&gt; I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg just nodded and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first call was to the docking vessels. I told them to start letting people in, but not to taxi them over till the okay was given. Then I contacted the managers to all the stores, clubs, hotels, and restaurants, ect. I told them about the change of plans and, if that they were ready to open to go ahead and call their employees. Luckily most of the working crew stay on the ship in personal crew quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two hours pass quickly and after getting the okay from most of the sections in the resort, I contacted Holg to see if the security was ready. He gives me the okay. Then I contact the docking vessels and give the okay to start taxiing people over. I sit and watch as the taxi's leave the docking vessels and enter the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't to many problems the first day. &lt;a href="http://nepharia.blogspot.com/2006/09/sky-city-resort-get-away.html"&gt;One bar claimed a small disturbance from some clone troopers, but quickly dealt with the problem.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nepharia.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-happens-in-sky-city-stays-in-sky.html"&gt;And it seems that a lot of people had a very good time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115796024656261630?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115796024656261630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115796024656261630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115796024656261630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115796024656261630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/doors-open-early.html' title='The Doors Open Early'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115744025011713865</id><published>2006-09-05T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:10:50.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meeting.</title><content type='html'>When I woke up I made the decision that this was the day I get back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of moping around the room. True I'm still sad and feel alone, but I have to get back to living. So I got out of bed and hoped into the shower. The water felt great as it ran over my body. But soon I remembered when Zebb and I took a shower together. The memories flooded back and I started to cry, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much and wish he could still be here..... still hold me. As I stood there in the shower a feeling came over me. It was a peaceful feeling, and I felt like someone was there. I looked around and saw no one. I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind. When I opened them, Zebb was standing right in front of me. He seemed so real, and when I reached out and touched his chest, he felt real too. For a moment I was shocked, and thought he was alive. But I then realized that it wasn't possible. What had happened was that I had joined my mind with his spirit. And with any joinings, it can seem as real as real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb took my hand that was still on his chest and held it in his hands. He gently rubbed it, then he looked at me and pulled me towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I miss you so much,"&lt;/em&gt; I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know,"&lt;/em&gt;he said. Then he pulled away and looked right at me, &lt;em&gt;"it hurts me to see you so sad, that's why I came back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You came back to be with me?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said,&lt;em&gt;"No, not really. I'm here to tell you something."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tell me what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want you to remember all the times we were together and be happy. I want those memories of me to make you smile, not cry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Also, I want to assure you, that you will find love again. And I don't want the memories of me getting in the way of your happiness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I...."&lt;/em&gt; He stopped me by covering my mouth with a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No buts, just trust me. I promise you, after our meeting here you will feel better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just want you to be happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then leans over and kisses me. And we proceed to be intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, we are holding on another. We both are breathing hard. He pulls away and tells me, &lt;em&gt;"I have to be going now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Will I ever see you again?"&lt;/em&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said &lt;em&gt;"I'm afraid not."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and I could feel the tears coming back. He put a hand on the side of my face and said, &lt;em&gt;"remember what I had told you. No more sadness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the sadness passed and I feel a peace that I haven't felt in a long time. I just smiled and told him, &lt;em&gt;"I will never forget you."&lt;/em&gt; As he disappeared into mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the shower off and climbed out. I grabed my com-link and sent Holg a message. I'm going back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115744025011713865?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115744025011713865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115744025011713865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115744025011713865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115744025011713865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/09/meeting.html' title='The meeting.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115693320907105639</id><published>2006-08-30T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:38:15.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"sigh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much sleep..... my mind is so restless. But I....... just don't feel like doing a whole lot. I just can't stop thinking of....... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to do some changes to my blog. I cleaned up the links and redid the template. But that's about all. I hope you like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go lay back down in bed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115693320907105639?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115693320907105639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115693320907105639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115693320907105639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115693320907105639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='Change'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115683718073717004</id><published>2006-08-29T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:39:40.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone.</title><content type='html'>After staying in the medic center for over a week, Noel was able to leave. As she walks out, Holg her personal Droid greets her. &lt;em&gt;"It is so nice to see that you are finally better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel just nods and continues walking down the long hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I found out that some of the crew were going to throw you a welcome back party. But I had them cancel it. I told them you may not be in the mood to party."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel nods again. &lt;em&gt;"Thank you Holg. I also don't want any calls from anyone until I say other wise. But I do want you to get the ship in order for the re-opening." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Me?"&lt;/em&gt; Asks Holg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel stops in front of her apartment door. She turns and looks at him, placing her hand on his shoulder she says. &lt;em&gt;"I have heard of all the work you done with the repairs, and with organizing the search and rescue. You never gave up looking for me. I think you can handle this job."&lt;/em&gt; She turn and punches in the code to her door. As she walks in she looks back at him and says. &lt;em&gt;"As for me, I just want to be alone for a few days. Okay!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg nodded and says, &lt;em&gt;"I won't disappoint you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives him a sad smile and says, &lt;em&gt;"I know you won't."&lt;/em&gt; And she closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the room she looks around. It is still  the same. But she don't really care at this moment. All she wants to do is lay down in her own bed. It has been a very long time since she had a been charged up. And maybe a full body charge will make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets to the bed and turns on a switch. The bed comes alive and starts to hum. She slips her shoes off, pulls back the covers, and climbs in. She is comforted a bit by the familular hum of the bed. She feels tired and closes her eyes, but her mind is restless. She lets the memories of the past week float through her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit and pieces of the first couple days in the medic center enter her mind. She recalls being in a bacta tank to heal her wounds. The medics told her later that she was touch and go the first couple days. And that she was severally malnourished and dehydrated. She also found out that the medics could do nothing for the scaring she had got from the fire and the beatings she took. It would be a constant reminder of what she had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel sighed as she touched the scar on her shoulder. As she had seen in a mirror this scar covered most of her back. The good thing is that most of it is already being cover by fur, but she will always have a few bald patches on her lower back and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then starts to think of Zebb. She lets her mind reenact their last few minutes together. She remembers holding him in her arms. He was gasping for breath. She scanned his body to see how serious the wound was. She can see massive internal bleeding, organs are ripped apart. He was too wounded for her to save. So she decided to join minds with him. While joined she tells him she is unable to save him, and he knows. He tells her how much he loves her, and that she must go on with out him. He assures her that she will be fine. They then hold each other close. Finally after what seemed like hours, he tells her good bye and disappears from her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears enter Noels eyes. She rolls over on her side and curls up into the fetal position. As she lays there she thinks &lt;em&gt;*Will I ever be loved like that again.* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crying alone in her bed for over an hour she finally falls into a deep and dreamless sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115683718073717004?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115683718073717004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115683718073717004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115683718073717004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115683718073717004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-alone.html' title='All Alone.'/><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-115259706470299006</id><published>2006-07-11T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:51:04.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOC....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just to let readers know. I do have a story going on, in my other two blogs listed in the post below. I know it has been a very long time since I up-dated this blog. But I will continue once the story is over and Noel is safe and sound. So please, just clink one of the links and follow the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, sorry this story has taken so long. I have been extremely busy with real life stuff. But now that it has slowed down, I should be finishing the story and going back to normal blogging pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-115259706470299006?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/115259706470299006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=115259706470299006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115259706470299006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/115259706470299006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/07/ooc.html' title='OOC....'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114224011177905013</id><published>2006-03-13T02:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:19:25.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Links.</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I will be leaving Noel's blog alone. Now that I have my own, I can write in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will leave you links to both mine and Zebbs blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine: &lt;a href="http://holgnoelspersonaldroid.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://holgnoelspersonaldroid.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zebbs: &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You can follow the story in Zebbs blog.&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/16756676-114224011177905013?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114224011177905013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114224011177905013&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114224011177905013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114224011177905013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/links.html' title='The Links.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114215531239687824</id><published>2006-03-12T02:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:24:28.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no news....</title><content type='html'>Sorry to say, there is no news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again what would I know, I'm stuck on Naboo at Noel's new home. I have been told to stay here in case she shows up. And I believe they have forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebb should know more about what is going on.....but he hasn't updated his blog yet. I guess....well I know..... he is really busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry to say but that is all I have to say tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one more thing to say. There is a bantha in Noel's shed, I believe it belongs next door. I have tried to go over there but the security is really high. So if your reading this and he belongs to you, or you know who it does belong to, PLEASE come and get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear if anyone says pickle aga ........... OHHHHHHH  NOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUAAAAAAAAAAH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh thank the stars I can't smell.... but those poor birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114215531239687824?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114215531239687824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114215531239687824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114215531239687824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114215531239687824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-no-news.html' title='Still no news....'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114197888663760783</id><published>2006-03-10T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:21:26.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-news.html"&gt;Zebb&lt;/a&gt; has updated. And I think he is starting to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking volunteers to help with the clean up. We also need some help with the search for the missing (Noel is among them). If you want to help just contact either Zebb or myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can use all the help we can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114197888663760783?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114197888663760783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114197888663760783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114197888663760783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114197888663760783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/help.html' title='HELP!!!!'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114189731813592200</id><published>2006-03-09T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:41:58.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel is still missing!!!</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the title states, Noel is among the missing. Zebb will let you know more, tomorrow. All I know is that she was not found on the ship (body wise). Also Lone Star (her personal ship) is gone. So there is hope she got off Sky City and she is out there..... somewhere. Unless she was attacked when she was trying to come down to the surface. Nobody know for sure what has happened, and it is being investigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a happier note I was going through Noel's mail and I found these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/100th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/320/100th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/Noel4[1]1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/320/Noel4%5B1%5D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/1600/100th_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4087/2398/320/100th_birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made by Vampirella, in celebration of Noels 100th post. I want to thank her for making them, they are very nice. And I'm sure Noel will like them too.... once we find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to do here, so I have  to go. Remember, Zebb will let you know more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to volunteer to help clean up? We can use all the help we can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114189731813592200?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114189731813592200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114189731813592200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114189731813592200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114189731813592200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/noel-is-still-missing.html' title='Noel is still missing!!!'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114180895126626437</id><published>2006-03-08T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:20:06.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**********************UPDATE*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is Rex Con, with an update of the attack on Sky City. We take you live to  Lon Zin, who is live at Theed Space Port, Lon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I have here with me Zebb Loxi, the Captain of Sky City. Zebb can you tell us what has happened?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;(He looks like he has been in a war zone. His clothes has been singed from the fires. His face is black for smoke and ash. He looks at the reporter like 'what a stupid question')&lt;em&gt;"Ummmmm, we were attacked!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you give us any more details?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There will be an investigation. But we believe we were attacked by an independent organization who.... basically hates us. Also we believe they had someone working on the inside, because the explosion came from inside the ship. We're thinking bombs have cause this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't you have security aboard the ship to stop such attacks?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes we do. And our security unit is in hot perused of the ones who were firing at us. As for how the bombs got on board, we will be investigating this. And we will be improving security so this never happens again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you tell us how much of the ship is damaged?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As of right now, I'm not sure. There are several areas that we were unable to get to, because of the fire. But what I do know is that most of the damage was in the upper section of the resort. This includes mostly crew quarters, and the main control center. The resort itself hasn't been damaged. And won't be due to the fire walls we had installed. They will keep the fire from spreading any further."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I see your keeping count on who has showed up..... anyone missing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is still early, and others may have gone to other space ports. Luckily the resort wasn't open to the public yet. So all we had were the hotel guests and the crew to get off the ship. And I had held a meeting in a conference room for all the crew members, this includes the employees. So there will be few casualties, but there will be some I fear. I should have a full list of who has showed up, and who is missing within the next couple days."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So where is the owner of Sky City. She should be here, helping out, shouldn't she be?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zebb:&lt;/strong&gt;(With that question asked, he shows a bit of sadness in his eyes.) &lt;em&gt;"Well, actually I haven't seen her since before the meeting. She had gone up to the main control room just before the ship was attacked. But I'm sure she got off before the explosion and is at some other space port taking numbers. Well I have to get back, I have a lot to do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you for you time, Zebb. This is Lon Zin reporting live from Theed space port. We'll be watching this story around the clock in order to bring you continuing coverage as it develops. Back to you Rex...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somwhere off camera: Holg approaches Zebb "I have contacted the other space ports. Nobody has seen Noel....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED IN ZEBBS BLOG......&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/16756676-114180895126626437?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114180895126626437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114180895126626437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114180895126626437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114180895126626437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/news-update.html' title='NEWS UPDATE.'/><author><name>HOLG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13369316372049991055</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/4087/2398/1600/eu_sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114172282491637385</id><published>2006-03-07T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T05:13:56.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE BREAKING NEWS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************LATE BREAKING NEWS*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Rex Con with Naboo News Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just reported in. The resort, Sky City has been attacked, I repeat Sky City has been attacked. A witness stated he seen several ships firing at the resort, then something exploded from with in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows for sure what has happened All we know is that Naboo security has been placed on  high alert, and Sky City is being evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep you updated as the reports come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114172282491637385?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114172282491637385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114172282491637385&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114172282491637385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114172282491637385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-breaking-news.html' title='LATE BREAKING NEWS.'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114162875304098265</id><published>2006-03-06T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:15:44.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great 100th post.</title><content type='html'>Well yes this is my 100th post.... whoo hooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say tonight. I have been shopping for stuff for the house. I plan on going to Coruscant tomorrow, they have everything there. I will also stop by Sky City and check up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my droids Casey (actually KC), has this interest in music. She has been going around all day singing this very annoying song. I always encourage my droids to follow their interest, so I won't tell her to stop. I did ask her if she knew any other songs, and if she could sing them instead. She agreed, but I still have this one song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to hear it...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Warning it is annoying and may stick with you. It is even worse the Banana Phone Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still want to hear it click &lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/banana.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; . Just remember to turn your speakers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I have noticed &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zebb&lt;/a&gt; corrected me. It is true we didn't do anything more then kiss, not even sure if we can. But I didn't lie..... I didn't wake up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;a href="http://jombofneptonian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jomb&lt;/a&gt; has finally updated his blog. You know I still think of him everyday. And I would take him back in a heart beat. I still care for him greatly and always will. And yes Zebb does know this. And I do have strong feelings for him too, but they are not the same. I'm not sure what I would do if he ever came back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114162875304098265?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114162875304098265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114162875304098265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114162875304098265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114162875304098265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-100th-post.html' title='The Great 100th post.'/><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114112075977176030</id><published>2006-02-28T02:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T04:04:14.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great week.</title><content type='html'>Wow.... I have a lot to say tonight. First of all I want to say sorry for not posting lately. I have been pretty busy. Between buying a house and spending time with Zebb, I haven't had a lot of free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all are wondering how that date with Zebb went. Well let's just say it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at this cute little outdoor place near the river. After lunch we took a long walk along the river. We talked- He told me how his visit with his family went, and I talked about being on Big Brother. I also talked about the houses that I had looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't decide which one to buy. And he offered to give me his opinion on them. We were in the area that most of the houses were in, so we just walked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have much to say about them.... he too liked them all. And he only seen the outside.  I told him that I had an appointment the following day to see them all one last time. It so happened that my offers were turned down. So I decided to see them again and see if they were worth what the asking price was. I asked if he would like to come along and offer his opinion about the inside. He said he would be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showing him the houses, we decided to head back to the speeder.  About half way there I realized we were in the same neighborhood that the Big Brother house was in. So I  figured I would show him the place I spent four week at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pointed it out, I noticed two things. First of all there was a huge hole in the roof.&lt;em&gt; I still kind of wonder what had happened.&lt;/em&gt; Second, I seen that the house next door was for sale. Zebb seen it too and asked if I had seen that one yet. I said no....that it must be a new listing. I have loved that house since I first saw it. There was something about it that made me think of home. I then knew that this was the house I was going to buy. Zebb too, seemed to like it. Here is that house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/house%400928b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/house%400928b.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zebb and I got back to the speeder, I contact the real estate agent. I wanted see that new house along with the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to bore you with details of the date.  So  all I'm going to say was that it was the best day ever. We did go dancing.... and he is an awesome dancer. And so is his kiss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got together and ate some lunch at another nice place. We then went and spent the rest of the the day looking at the houses. And I even made an offer for that new house. That night, Zebb took me out to a very romantic dinner. And we ended up back at the hotel I was staying at. I'm not saying anything. But I didn't wake up alone the next day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...... Zebb and I have spent almost everyday together. It has been so much fun. And yesterday I found out that the offer went through on the house. See I KNEW I was going to live there..... to bad it's right next door to the Big Brother house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me I could move in right away. So today I went down there and signed the papers. And right now I'm sitting in my living room of my new house. Now all I have to buy all the stuff for it. I'm so excited...... and I never been happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114112075977176030?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114112075977176030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114112075977176030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114112075977176030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114112075977176030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-week.html' title='Great week.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114060281682064620</id><published>2006-02-22T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:06:59.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To The Zoo.</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a few days since my last post.... But I have been busy. I have made offers on a couple of the houses yesterday. I'm still waiting to see if the owner accepts it or not.... Right now it is a waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty cool. Despite the warnings Jaba gave me to NOT go to the Naboo Zoo, I did anyway. And I have to say it wasn't all that bad. Jaba recorded his visit to the zoo. You can read it &lt;a href="http://jaba-jawin.blogspot.com/2005/12/naboo-zoo-trip.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those animals reminded me of ...Well myself. Born with defects myself I know what it is like to have to live with them. I'm just glad to see that I'm not alone... Glad to see that these animals can survive with what they are born with. To me it is kind of heart warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have some pictures to show of the zoo. Jaba only showed a small section of it. There is also an area with albino animals, that I really enjoyed. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/_39092214_pg_squirrel_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/_39092214_pg_squirrel_pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/gorila_albino03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/gorila_albino03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/albino-penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/albino-penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cute Hummmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;There was a big cat area that had some interesting cats... See pictures for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/liger2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/liger2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called a Liger or a Tigon. They both basically mean the same thing. A Liger is a hybrid of a male lion and female tiger. And a Tigon is a hybrid of a male tiger and female lion. Either way they both look like this cat.&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/tiger_golden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/tiger_golden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Golden Tiger. As you see is is missing the black stripes. It does however have dark orange stripes. This is another very beautiful tiger.&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/tiger_pure_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/tiger_pure_white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is I believe an albino tiger.... but it was kind of hard to tell. It does seem to have some gray color stripes on it's tail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still again another gorgeous big cat&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is different. It is still a tiger, but one that has a birth defect... Look and see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/WhiteTigerDeformed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/WhiteTigerDeformed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think in its own way, it is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all for tonight. I need some sleep, because Zebb and I are going out tomorrow afternoon. Not sure what we are doing yet, but he said it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114060281682064620?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114060281682064620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114060281682064620&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114060281682064620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114060281682064620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-trip-to-zoo.html' title='My Trip To The Zoo.'/><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114025144942911957</id><published>2006-02-18T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:51:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House hunting...</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy looking at houses, trying to find that perfect one. I have narrowed it down to a couple. I will show you them, but first I will show you the ones I &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to say no too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Here is a couple that needed &lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt; too much work.... plus they look kind of spooky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/imagesold.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/imagesold.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/housesm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/housesm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Then there was these houses.... can you guess what is wrong with them.... yeah they are &lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt; to small. Plus just look at the second one.... no yard. And you can see right into the other house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/small.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/small.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/tiny_house.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/tiny_house.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't much better.... but at least it has a yard ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/good_house_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/good_house_picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the houses that are just &lt;em&gt;WAY&lt;/em&gt; too big. Like these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;em&gt;COME ON&lt;/em&gt;, who in their right mind would want to live in one of these. They look like castles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/castle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/castle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Twinkel-castle-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Twinkel-castle-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Now all these others are really nice.... almost perfect. I know a couple of them seem a little big, but I want big... just not &lt;em&gt;HUGE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time choosing.... which one do you like? I love them all, inside and out, all are very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/house-big.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/house-big.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/house_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/house_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/House%20Pictures%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/House%20Pictures%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/horicon-house-005-big.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/horicon-house-005-big.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like the first one and the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114025144942911957?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114025144942911957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114025144942911957&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114025144942911957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114025144942911957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/house-hunting.html' title='House hunting...'/><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-114008342132815362</id><published>2006-02-16T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:53:17.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>Well I know some of you are wondering what exactly happened yesterday, and I will tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out all morning looking at houses. I had gotten up early and went to a Real Estate Agent. I explained to a lady who worked there, what kind of house I was looking for. We went over some properties on paper. And after narrowing it down to several, we went and looked at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all extremely nice houses, and I'm still deciding which one to buy. So I will get back to you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after looking at several house I decided to call it a day and came back to the hotel. When I got back to the hotel, the person at the front desk said that several things were delivered to me and he had them sent to my room. I asked him what it was, all he said was it would be a surprise. I thanked him and headed for my room. As I walked to my room I was kind of curious as to what was sent and who sent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets just say I was extremely surprised when I opened my door to my room. There was flowers, candy, and several other gifts sitting around the room. I was.... well....  surprised. I have only heard about the holiday everyone calls Valentine's day. I never knew what it was all about.... till now. A day to show love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/2doz_white_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/2doz_white_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was three vases full of flowers. As I looked at the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a small card in it. I opened it and it said it was from Scott. He apologized for the night before and wanted to make it up to me. He said he would contact me to explain what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did, awhile later. He explained that he had just gone through a very bad break up with his girlfriend. He told me he normally is a very sweet guy, but ever since the break up, he feels like his life has fallen apart. That's why he drank so much.... and he admits he gets stupid when he is drinking. He told me he would understand if I never wanted to see him again. I told him I would think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/mix07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/mix07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was from Jomb. This really surprised me. I haven't heard from him since he left. (In the card) He told me he misses me and thinks about me often. He has been traveling the galaxy learning all about the other beings that live here. He too said he would contact me later.... and sure enough he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me what he has been up too... I told him about being on Big Brother, and that I'm going to be buying a house here pretty soon. He was excited for me and said he should be in the area within the next couple of weeks, and wanted to know if I wanted to get together with him. I was a bit worried about this. I had finally gotten over him and now he was coming back.... I didn't think I could handle another break up with him. I said sure..... but only as friends. I told him I didn't want to be hurt again. He sounded sad, but said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/23_roses_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/23_roses_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third vase of flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was from Zebb. I was extremely curious about this one. But we have always been a very good friend... and friends can give each other flowers.... RIGHT. It wasn't until I talked to him that I found out the truth. And all his card said was 'contact me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did, after I was done talking to the other guys. And man was I surprised with what he told me. He told me how he feels about me.... that he likes me and wants to go out on a date (and I'm sure you all know that). But the thing is, I like him as a friend. And I didn't want to ruin that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him about the other guys and their gifts. He seemed okay with that. And he told me that if I wanted to see them too he would be okay with it. He just wanted to take me out to dinner and maybe a movie, then see what happens from there. He continued stating that he wasn't looking for anything long term.... just a simple date. Nothing more - Nothing less. And after that date, if it was decided it wouldn't work out, he would be more then happy to continue being friends. Nothing more - Nothing less. But if it turned out good and we agree that it would work out.... well... yeah you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told me that whatever happens he will always be there for me.... no mater what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit he is a very sweet and caring guy.... and I do have some.... small.... tiny..... ity-bity feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/celebValentinesChocBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/celebValentinesChocBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this from Zebb.... mmmmm...... chocolates. I love them, they are so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they go so well with the another gift Jomb sent: A bottle of wine and a teddy bear.... how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/valentines_kissesandwinebasket.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/valentines_kissesandwinebasket.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I couldn't post last night was because I was up extremely late talking to Zebb.... yes we did talk about other things, (work and such).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I haven't done a whole lot..... just going over the houses tying to decided which one I like the best. Basically the same with the guys too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I am sitting in my private hot tub eating chocolates, drinking wine, and getting pretty tired. So I guess it is off to bed for me..... have a very long day tomorrow. I'm going house hunting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-114008342132815362?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/114008342132815362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=114008342132815362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114008342132815362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/114008342132815362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-valentines-day.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113990933555875234</id><published>2006-02-14T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:28:59.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The date.</title><content type='html'>Well, I had gone out with Scott tonight. It wasn't to bad for the most part.... But I definitely won't be seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date started out pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 20 minutes late.... but he bought me flowers. I love flowers. He told me the reservation for dinner was at 6:00 and since it was only 4:30, we decided to take a walk to a local park. As we walked, we told stories about ourselves.... it was really nice. When we got there I went and sat on a bench near the lake. He sat next to me and talked and joked some more. He was really sweet... and had a nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to one of the fanciest restaurants in town. When we got there, he opened my door for me.... so sweet.  We were still a bit early so we decided to sit at the bar. I had strawberry-mellon fruit drink, and he had couple Martinis and several shots....in the half hour we waited. When the table was finally ready we went and sat down. He order a few more drinks alone with my dinner. At least he ordered something half way good, even though I didn't know what kind of meat it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went out to a night club. It was packed full of people. I wanted to go somewhere... well.... less crowded. But he insisted I would have a good time. So I followed him in. He seemed to be well known in this place... everyone knew him by name. He went up to the bar and sat and ordered more to drink.... then he lit up a cigar. All I thought was, "Ohhhh no this is definitely not going to work out." I don't care to much for smoke (makes me sick). But I sat by him anyway, since he was nice enough to keep the smoke away from me. While he drank, he watched some form of sports game on the holovison. The bartender came up to him and they talked. I'm not sure what they said I know he bet money on one of the teams. Because when it was over he jumped up and yelled that some guy owed him 50 credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he was completely wasted by this time.... but he wanted to dance, so I danced with him. The good thing is he was not a mean drunk. He was actually kind of funny. He dance all crazy like during the fast songs. But once a slow song came on he chilled out and we slow danced together. And even though he was drunk, he was a pretty good dancer, only stepped on my foot twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major problems was that he was flirting with every girl in there. He even danced with a couple and bought a few drinks for some others. This hurt me to see him with someone else while I was on a date with him. I got (very) mad but found it pointless to yell at him. I was afraid he would leave with another girl, and then regret it later. Plus I wasn't about to leave him there .... he needed a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the evening, he looked like he was about to pass out. I suggested it was time to go home, and he agreed. When we got back to his place (I wouldn't let him drive home), we walked up to the door to his place. He really wanted me to come in. But I said no.... I'm not like that. He got all mad and started to push me into his place. I got equally mad and started to push back. Let's just say I won the pushing match, mainly because he passed out. Being the nice person that I am, I picked him up and brought him into his apartment. I layed him down on his couch, put a blanket on him and left. Ohhh, I did leave a note telling him if he didn't clean up his act ALOT, I didn't want to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left, took a taxi back to my speeder, and went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am right now. And it has been a really long day, and I'm ready for bed. I just wanted to tell you how the date went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo..... Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113990933555875234?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113990933555875234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113990933555875234&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113990933555875234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113990933555875234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/date.html' title='The date.'/><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113981858136502577</id><published>2006-02-13T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:16:21.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free...</title><content type='html'>Well I have been voted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left the house and a taxi brought be to the space port my ship was at, I contacted Holg. I told him I had been voted off, he seemed pretty disappointed. Then I told him I wanted to stay on Naboo for awhile longer, and asked if he could send a ship down to pick up Bell and the lemons I won. He said he would, along with some personal belonging.... because I had nothing.... everything was left in the house, and a speeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I waited for the ship to arrive, I tried to contact Zebb. But I only got a recorded message. It wasn't until later that I found out he was on Coruscant in some meeting. Then I contacted Scott. I told him I was out of the house and asked if he still wanted to go out. He said of course. We talked for awhile, and set a time and place to meet. Which is later tonight in front of the Naboo zoo. He wants to take me out to dinner but wants it to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got done talking to him the ship was there. I picked up my bags and gave them Bell. Holg was aboard and we talked for a few minutes. He let me know how things were on Sky City... same old same old. He told me Zebb was gone away at some meeting. He just.... basically filled me in with what is going on with the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, I hopped in my speeder and went crusing through town. I looked at all the beautful houses, trying to find any for sale. I still want to buy a house here. This place is so beautiful and peaceful, so much like Neptonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I decided to check into a very nice hotel called The Rivers Edge. I got the best suite possible. It has a hot tub IN the room... now that is one I can enjoy. It also has a small bar, like I said it is a very nice hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is were I am right now, sitting in the hot tub, drinking Sex On The Beach... very good drink by the way. I needed to relaxe alittle before my date tonight. Which remindes me I better start getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you how the date goes later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113981858136502577?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113981858136502577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113981858136502577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113981858136502577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113981858136502577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m free...'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113947859030124995</id><published>2006-02-09T03:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:00:22.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry Nine, Ten , And Eleven.</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted lately. I decided to save Noel's diary entries in my memory banks. But I'm here, to once again tell you some stuff about Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools.... Okay I guess. Cindy still hangs out with me from time to time. But the other girls.... Just don't seem to like me. I think it may have something to do with me not being a cheerleader. And I still have yet to find a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jentry says I shouldn't worry so much about boys. And that I have a long time to live to find that perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she means well.... But when I see the other girls with guys, I feel so left out. I just want to fit in for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have had this very bad feeling my life here will be short. I have been having bad dreams about the end of Neptonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is nothing, it just is kind of freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things get better over the summer break. Which is coming up in a couple weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another entry.... Half way through summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally sucks.... Cindy is moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like my only friend I have. And now that she is leaving I will have nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This completely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have to say..... THIS SUCKS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more .... This one is when she goes back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of 10th grade really sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls who used to be my friend, totally ignore me. I am no longer one of the popular kids.... I'm a loser, or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids can be so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even called me names.... Mean name at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I wish I could still be homed schooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I just stick to my studies and ignore everyone I will get out of here in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113947859030124995?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113947859030124995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113947859030124995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113947859030124995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113947859030124995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/diary-entry-nine-ten-and-eleven.html' title='Diary Entry Nine, Ten , And Eleven.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113904046594699279</id><published>2006-02-04T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:50:00.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well Rage tagged me so I figured, since I have nothing really to say right now I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg has been pretty busy dealing with some droid problems. Don't know what he means by that, but that's what he said to me. I wonder what kind of problems a droid can have? He did say he'll get back to posting some diary entries as soon as he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I go with this tag thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Places You've Lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Neptonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Christa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;Universe One (My ship I used to get from my Galaxy to this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four TV Shows You Love To Watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Survivor Tatooine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Wild Wild Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Medical One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Who's Your Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Places You've Been On Vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Sea Side (A beach on Neptonian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Astro Station (A Space Station that was orbiting Neptonian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Port Rivers (Second largest city on Neptonian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Naboo (For Big Brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Of Your Favorite Foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Babble berry Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Jon's Omelet (without the pepper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Fried Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Lemon Cheese Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Places You'd Rather Be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Home on Sky City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Home on Neptonian (before attack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; With Jomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; With Zebb!?!? (Don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Albums You Can’t Live Without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Mad Trash- The Thing I Like About You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Supersonic- Feeling Strangely Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Metal Neck-Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Bond Jovis- Bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four Vehicles You've Owned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; My Neptonian style speeder. Much sleeker and nicer then the ones around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; A Micro Speeder (Had it when I was little.... you know a toy speeder for young ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Universe One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Lone Star (My personal ship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four People To Be Tagged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be nice and won't tag anyone this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113904046594699279?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113904046594699279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113904046594699279&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113904046594699279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113904046594699279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/02/playing-tag.html' title='Playing Tag.'/><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113847793524578898</id><published>2006-01-28T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:53:26.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on, you ask.</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been awhile since I wrote in here, and I see Holg is neglecting his duties to keep updating with my diary entries. I'll have to contact him to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm enjoying (for most part) living with this group of people, well actually not all of them are human. Maybe I should say group of beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Most of the time it is a lot of fun, except for the contests they have us do. I get along pretty well with everyone.... even that Jaba the Hutt. I only ran into one problem with Padme, but (I think) I have a way to resolve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others, however seem to have a few dislikes about others in the group. Especially Jaba, Grievous, and Yoda. All they do is fight. And then there is Oneida and Typho who seem to bicker (and flirt) like an old married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the others seem to get along pretty well. There has been a few disagreement, but nothing to serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone else is out in the pool. I don't do pools so I decided to stay in the house. I'm kind of enjoying the peace and quite. I think I may take a nice hot bath, and then make some popcorn and watch a movie. I have been wanting to watch something scary, all the movies they seem to want to watch is either Romance or Action. I love scary movies (alone, at night, with all the lights turned off). Nothing better then that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113847793524578898?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113847793524578898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113847793524578898&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113847793524578898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113847793524578898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-been-going-on-you-ask.html' title='What&apos;s been going on, you ask.'/><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113772066588733572</id><published>2006-01-19T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:48:10.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary entry seven, and eight.</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been keeping up with these diary entries. I guess.... well actually I have no excuse. I haven't been very busy or anything. With Noel gone there isn't much for me to do. I keep her house plant watered and keep her updated with what is going on in the ship. But other then that I send a lot of time to myself. I even have had time to make some paintings. But enough about me, this is Noel's blog and I will do a diary entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of NORMAL school. As you know Jentry has had me in home schooling. I liked being home schooled, but she says she can't teach me anymore, now that I'm older and need higher teaching. I'm in ninth grade or a freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are really nice, and so are most of the students. But it was only my first day, I find out more as time goes by. I did get some strange looks by a few kids, I think I scare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make one friend. Her name is Cindy, her locker is right next to mine. And we have History and a High Thinking class together. She was really nice to me and didn't care that I had implants. She said her uncle has some too, and that they don't bother her. I was happy to have made a friend on my first day. I guess it won't be so bad going to normal school. At least there are kids my own age I can have fun with. Better then the therapy classes I have to attend were there are kids so much younger and older then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go. I have some homework to do and Cindy said she would call me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do another one okay. From a few weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is such a blast. True there are still kids who tease me, but I don't care. I have Cindy and Erin and all of the popular girls as friends. Even though Cindy is my best friend.... all the others only like me (I think) because I am friends with her. Plus I'm so much smarter then they are.... maybe it was the home schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to try out for cheer leading.... but with my implants I said no. I don't care, I can never see myself as a cheer leader type anyway. Especially when I want to be a doctor or something like that when I get older. I'm too smart to be a cheer leader.... By the way I got a A+ on my High Thinking exam (no big surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it bugs some of the girls that I am so smart. But I always say I can tutor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm the only one with out....or who never had a boyfriend. It's not that I don't want one, because I do. But I just haven't found the right guy yet. Rislly said she heard from someone, that Kommer likes me. Kommer is not that bad of a guy, but he is way into his looks. He is always looking into a mirror and fixing his hair. Plus he is not all that nice to the girls he dates. I myself kind of like Jomb. I guess I have ever sense that first day I met him when I was seven. But I think it is more of a little girl crush then anything..... something I'll grow out of. But he is nice, and kind of cute in his own way. But he isn't among us popular kids. I guess this is a secret that only I will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got to go.... the girls will be over soon. We're having our study group. Or more like I tutor them.&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/16756676-113772066588733572?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113772066588733572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113772066588733572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113772066588733572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113772066588733572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-entry-seven-and-eight.html' title='Diary entry seven, and eight.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113731761615223234</id><published>2006-01-15T03:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:33:36.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone said I needed a vacation.... so I'm going.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted for awhile, but I have been busy doing the final touches in the office before it opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that it IS open I can finally relax. A few weeks ago I signed up to this Holonet show called Big Brother . And surprisingly I got in. And that is where I am right now. We are not supposed to say a whole lot in our blogs because they don't want to ruin it before it airs. But I can tell you is that there are twelve of us and we have to stay inside this house. We were allowed to bring one personal item..... my computer, a pet..... Bell my bird, and a weapon if we want too.... I decided not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be a lot of fun and I don't care if I don't win or not. Because to me it is the friends I hope to make that mean the most to me. However the money and the house will be nice to have , but I'm not counting on winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I have time for right now... The girls want to listen to some music on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of the Big Brother group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/BackYard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/BackYard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I told Holg that he can post some diary entries while I am away. I may also post some pictures from when I was growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113731761615223234?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113731761615223234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113731761615223234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113731761615223234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113731761615223234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyone-said-i-needed-vacation-so-im.html' title='Everyone said I needed a vacation.... so I&apos;m going.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113661961328417388</id><published>2006-01-07T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:40:13.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen this and I thought it was cool.</title><content type='html'>I was going through other blogs and I seen this on Fluke's. I thought it was interesting, that's why I am posting it. This 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="Nocturnal One Exchanging Loving" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/heart-f-NOEL.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is sure....I have yet to exchange any type of loving at anytime, night or day...with anyone....EVER. Not that I don't want too....I'm just busy with work and anyway nobody seems to be at all interested in me. Ohhh well...... Maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way &lt;a href="http://zebb1259.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zebb&lt;/a&gt; did his too...or at least he said he did. We were going through the blogs together and we did both our names..... I like his better. And I can say, for most part it fits him perfectly. I'm not going into detail.... and despite rumors there is NOTHING going on between us. We are just good friends. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish it was more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I have time for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh one more thing.... don't forget to add your comment on the last post. I will go through them and acknowledge and comment on the ones who do. But for now it will have to wait ..... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113661961328417388?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113661961328417388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113661961328417388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113661961328417388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113661961328417388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/seen-this-and-i-thought-it-was-cool.html' title='Seen this and I thought it was cool.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113644256013240055</id><published>2006-01-05T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:29:20.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I know I am stealing this idea but I have nothing else to post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well I have seen this going around to other blogs, so I thought I would give it a try. Plus I have nothing else to write about. Unless you want to read about me doing paperwork and going to a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you have to do is fill in the blanks. I'm sure you know how too....Then just leave it in the comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I _____ Noel.&lt;br /&gt;02] Noel is _____.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with Noel, I would _____.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think Noel should _____.&lt;br /&gt;05] Noel needs _____.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to _____ Noel.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday Noel will ___.&lt;br /&gt;08] Noel reminds me of _____.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without Noel _____.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of Noel are _____.&lt;br /&gt;11] Noel can be _____.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about Noel is _____.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about Noel is _____.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am _____ with Noel.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about Noel is _____.&lt;br /&gt;16] Noel should go and _____.&lt;br /&gt;17] Noel _____ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go back to work, very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113644256013240055?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113644256013240055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113644256013240055&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113644256013240055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113644256013240055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-i-know-i-am-stealing-this-idea.html' title='Okay, I know I am stealing this idea but I have nothing else to post.'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113627699659281206</id><published>2006-01-03T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:33:00.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update....Promoting Zebb</title><content type='html'>I just wated to tell everyone that I finally promoted Zebb to Captain.&lt;br /&gt;Also I closed the deal with the office owner. I signed all the paper work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a week or so, the office will be up and running. And then I will have nothing to do. But for now, I still have alot to do (paper work). So I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh by the way, Zebb started his own blog. I have it linked to mine. The only problem is that he blocked me from it, so I can't read it. But we are pretty close, and he tells me everything anyway. So it is okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to go....this paper work won't get done by itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113627699659281206?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113627699659281206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113627699659281206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113627699659281206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113627699659281206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2006/01/updatepromoting-zebb.html' title='Update....Promoting Zebb'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113584779520294187</id><published>2005-12-29T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T03:28:37.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry number four, five, and six.</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. To make up for it I will be posting two or more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.... well kind of. Jentry came and seen me today and she told me she was going to be my new Mommy. I don't have to call her Mommy though.... she is more like a big sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why she didn't tell me sooner, she said she just found out today. She told me that my Mommy and Daddy wanted her to take care of me if something happened to them. They had it written on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was the Elders didn't think Jentry was going to be able to take care of me, you know not being wed and all. But she proved to them that she could. She lives in a very nice house and has a good job in the Labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of talking to each other they agreed to let Jentry take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool..... but I still miss Mommy and Daddy so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next entry I found is kind of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new boy on my floor. I think my nurse said his name was Jomb, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my walk today.... wanted to see old Mrs. Oxford. She tells some nice stories of when she was little. I wanted to see her before she went to get a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was coming back, I heard some crying in a room. I peaked in and seen a little boy....about my age.... with no arms or legs. That kind of scared me, so I ran back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when my nurse came in I asked her about him. She told me that he was born like that (no arms or legs) and that he would get the same kind of arms and legs like mine. She asked if I wanted to meet him.... I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I'm going to do tomorrow.... meet the new boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the first time Noel seen Jomb. I will do one more entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jomb today. He was scared of me at first... I scare a lot of Neptons, but since I am so nice, Neptons normally like me once they get used to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jomb is very nice, he is seven like me. I asked him why he didn't get new arms and legs sooner. He said it was because his Mommy and Daddy didn't have the money. But now that his Daddy got a new job that paid better, he can get his arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was scared they would hurt. I told them they wouldn't and showed him mine. He was very interested in them. He is getting his tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of other stuff. I talked about my life and he talked about his life. We talked for almost an hour.... then the nurse came back and got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool talking to someone my age.... I hope I see him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all I'm doing for tonight. And from scanning the pages of Noel's Diary, she don't really talk to Jomb again for several years. She sees him around but no real conversation takes place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113584779520294187?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113584779520294187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113584779520294187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113584779520294187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113584779520294187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/diary-entry-number-four-five-and-six.html' title='Diary Entry number four, five, and six.'/><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-16756676.post-113567305061197765</id><published>2005-12-27T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:53:29.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone for the holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I hope everyone had a great Holiday and got everything you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I spent the Holiday alone. After the party, I closed down the ship and told everyone they could have the rest of the weekend off. I let everyone go home to spend the holidays with their families. I even let the droids go and do what they wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True I was completely alone, but I kept very busy. I did some much needed cleaning to my apartment. I even rearranged the furniture in my living room, my bed room, and my office. Then I went down to the restaurants and stores and restocked all their shelves. I decided to reorder some stuff that they were low in. I did the same thing at the clubs. I even ordered some expensive wines and beers that they have been wanting to get. I figured that this would be my present to everyone. So that when they come back to work tomorrow they will find their places clean, restocked, and all the orders done. I even placed some candies on every ones doors or personal lockers. All the droids got a small can of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that was done I decided to get a head start on the paper work for the week. I had to keep busy, every time I took a small break I kept on thinking of Jomb. I would start to wonder what he is up to, and if he was happy. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads up to right now... I have done everything the last couple of days, so now I am posting. I can't send the orders out for another few hours. Then after the order are sent out, I plan on going to Coruscant and get to the bank to deposit the money. Then I have to go see the real estate agent to see how the proposal for the office is coming along. Then I'm going to the fuel company to see when they can come and refuel the ship. I also need to go check out the local collages and see what courses I can take to become a doctor or something (I'm not totally sure what I want to do yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have others who can do all this, but I need to keep busy. I would go and do it right now, but nothing is open. Some beings need to sleep, me I don't need sleep. I can if I want to, but I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing more to post.... lets see what I can do now. Well I can always go down and clean out the pool filters. Then there is also the garden in the park that needs to be weeded. And there is some laundry that need to be folded and put away. So I guess I SHOULD go. I have enough to keep my busy for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... talk to everyone later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope all of you had a wonderful holiday.....&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/16756676-113567305061197765?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113567305061197765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113567305061197765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113567305061197765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113567305061197765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/alone-for-holidays.html' title='Alone for the holidays'/><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-16756676.post-113541881512784108</id><published>2005-12-24T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:15:46.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my own post tonight... I want to keep everyone updated with what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I want to post is a conversation that I had with Jomb&lt;em&gt; *sigh*&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as some of you might know, I had my Neptmas party today. Everyone who works for me was invited. We had games and music, and a whole buffet table of food. It wasn't too bad of a party.... until Jomb came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was by the tree talking to Holg when Jomb walked in. He looked around a bit then spotted me. He gave me a nervous smile and started to make his way through the crowd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Noel, Nice party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, I know how much you loved this Holiday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Ummm we have to talk...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took him off to a secluded corner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it." &lt;em&gt;His nervous behavior was making me nervous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know.... I do.... love you" &lt;em&gt;He said looking down. &lt;/em&gt;"And what I am about to say is going to be hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then pulled out a small box from his pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, I want to give you this" &lt;em&gt;He said, handing me the box.&lt;/em&gt;" But before you open it I need to tell you something "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ohhh my.... he is going to ask me to marry him.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm leaving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*WHAT* My brief happiness turned once again into pure sadness and shock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT" &lt;em&gt;I said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ..... leaving, I got a job on another star ship. I'm leaving in an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But.... but.... WHY?" &lt;em&gt;I said trying to hold back the tears.&lt;/em&gt; "I thought you wanted to be with me, you just said you LOVED ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do.... But this is something I have to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is just..... I .... I want to see the galaxy. I want to see what is out there. I want to meet new people, see new worlds." &lt;em&gt;He said looking me right in the eyes.&lt;/em&gt; "You understand right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was speechless .... so I let him talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just.... "&lt;em&gt; Short pause.&lt;/em&gt; "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I just can not handle this life style you have found. I might settle down someday... but I'm still young... and there is so much to see here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...."&lt;em&gt; He interrupted me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't want you to have to worry with a long distance relationship. I may be gone for months or even years. Also I don't want you to give this place up for me. You have friends here and a great job, and I'm very happy you have such a wonderful life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful? How can it be wonderful without you..... I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you do. But you are strong.... you have over come some horrible things. Me leaving to see the galaxy is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOTHING.... Nothing, how can you say that."&lt;em&gt; I was on the verge of a break down, but managed to keep it together&lt;/em&gt; " I....I...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, I know this is hard... but I have thought about it for the last couple of weeks. And I this is something I have to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again I said nothing. I knew he was right. He wanted to see the galaxy and I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. It was like the time he left Christa to see what he could do to help Neptonian when it was under attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and nodded. He was leaving me again... But I was okay with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... are you going to open your present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh... I almost forgot" &lt;em&gt;I looked at the little box in my hand and slowly started to open it. It WAS a ring.&lt;/em&gt;"WHAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This ring I bought before we left Neptonian. I was going to give it to you when we got wed." &lt;em&gt;He said as he held my hand&lt;/em&gt; "I kept it on a necklace the whole time I was kept prisoner.... It gave me strength to keep on living, because it reminded me of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... now I want you to have it.... as a reminder that we will someday be together again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I....I don't know what to say, I didn't get you anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have too... just seeing your smile is enough for me... Well.... I better go. Ummm Good luck with the resort, and don't work to hard!"&lt;em&gt; He started to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT." &lt;em&gt;I yelled. He stopped and turned around.&lt;/em&gt; "I do have something for you."&lt;em&gt; I said as I walked over to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This!" &lt;em&gt;I said, as I deeply kissed him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minute later the kiss ended and he looked rather surprised. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I... Ummm ...." &lt;em&gt;He cleared his throat, and said,&lt;/em&gt; "I will miss you.... but I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..... One more thing, I can date others right?"&lt;em&gt; I asked. He nodded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched him walk out the door, and my eyes filled with tears. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I had let my one true love walk away from me ,again. But at least I gave him something to remember me by. I was happy and sad at the same time. And I knew that he will be happy doing what he wants to do, and that made me happy. But I will miss him so much too, which made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is right, I will over come this. I will go on living and find my own bit of happiness somewhere. And until that happiness walks into my life... I will keep busy with the resort and my blog.&lt;/em&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/16756676-113541881512784108?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113541881512784108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113541881512784108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113541881512784108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113541881512784108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='Update...'/><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-16756676.post-113532750314092289</id><published>2005-12-23T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T03:02:17.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry....A couple months later.</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry was written a couple months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been awhile since I last wrote in here. I have been in the hospital again. I hate the hospital so much and I still have to be here for another month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mommy and Daddy so much. Why did they have to die.... I didn't even get to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I die... I would have if it wasn't for my implants I got before. I should be with my Mommy and Daddy, not here, not in the hospital, not in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only seven.....why me....why now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends there. And I know it don't explain much, so I will do the next entry. This next one was written a few days later. And it tells more about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now.... still miss my Mommy and Daddy a lot. But my doctor tells me missing someone is ok, but that I should remember all the fun times I had with them....that way I won't be so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember the fun time but I keep on thinking of the last day together.... That was fun, until the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; We went to Christa to have a picnic. It was my first time on Christa and I was really excited. Neptonian was really pretty from where we had lunch. After lunch me and Mommy went to pick some Babble Berries. I was telling her how happy I was to have Jentry watch me that night. And she told me not to eat to much junk food, or stay up to late. I told her I would think about it....we then had a tickle fight. Then Daddy joined in... and Mommy ended up on top of Daddy.... and then they kissed.... ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then told me the story on how they met, and how they had their first kiss on Christa..... I guess it was where they had their last too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we started to head back to Neptonian, Daddy noticed something wrong with the part of the ship. It was acting very funny. Then the ship stopped working and Daddy told us to hang on.... and we crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy died right away.... I almost did (still kind of wish I did too). I don't remember anything until a few weeks ago.... then all I remember a lot of pain. My whole body hurt.... mostly my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I smashed up half of my face. I also lost my real arm and leg. They had to repair my mechanical ones. They told me my organs were ok because they were protected by my metal chest plate. But now both of my arms and legs are mechanical. And half of my face is a special metal/organic type stuff. Ohhh so is my bottom jaw. The only part of me that is NOT metal is half of my face, my neck, my shoulders, most of my back, and my hips. Everything else is metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am getting sleepy... It is the medicine that does it to me. But if I didn't take my medicine I would hurt ALOT and I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113532750314092289?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113532750314092289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113532750314092289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113532750314092289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113532750314092289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/diary-entrya-couple-months-later.html' title='Diary Entry....A couple months later.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113523585262256487</id><published>2005-12-22T00:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:17:32.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry... About a year later.</title><content type='html'>Holg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written about a year after the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy it has been almost a year since I left the hospital. And today was the very last doctors visit. Everything is good and should stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tomorrow is Mommy's and Daddy's anniversary. They are taking me to Christa... that is where they got wed. We have a BIG picnic planed in the morning. They have ALOT of good food to bring. We are also going to go pick some Babble berries that grow there, so me and Mommy can make a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they are going to go out for dinner by themselves. They want to be alone so my Mommy's friend, Jentry is going to watch me. It is so much fun when Jentry watches me. She lets me stay up late and we play games and we watch movies and she lets me eat junk food. She is the coolest babysitter ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Mommy will be in to tuck me in, so I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what me and Jentry did tomorrow.&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/16756676-113523585262256487?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113523585262256487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113523585262256487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113523585262256487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113523585262256487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/diary-entry-about-year-later_22.html' title='Diary Entry... About a year later.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113506907564465422</id><published>2005-12-20T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:05:55.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holiday.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh heck with the paper work....it can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Holg was supposed to post the last couple of days, but he is gone right now. You see, he went in for a routine maintenance check-up the other day. Normally I do it, but I have been so busy. Well anyway, he went in and they found something wrong with his wires. They decided to keep him over, so they can work on him. He should be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to post some stuff tonight, I have time.... or I can make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what was I going to say.... Ohhh yeah, HAPPY St. NEPTMAS DAY. ( Or Life day or Christmas , what ever you all call it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I come from it is called St. Neptmas day, or Neptmas for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Holiday is a lot like yours. We decorate our homes with a tree, wreaths, and garland. We buy or make each other gifts. We spend the day with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to celebrate this holiday now, along with all of you. The reason is, that maybe it  will make Jomb happy. You see he loved this holiday a lot when we lived on Neptonian. And I am sure he really misses it, and I hope he will be happy to celebrate it with me again, like we did so long ago.&lt;em&gt; *I hope*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am here I may as well tell you some history about this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ancient ancestors believed in Gods or Spirits. In their beliefs, Neptonian was the maker of our world. He had four children (one for each season). Our species believed that if we didn't celebrate the coming of the four seasons, they wouldn't come at all. I will tell you about these four seasons, and the holidays they represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptonian's first born was Nept, named after himself. Nept is in charge of bringing winter to our world. (So you see, when we celebrate Neptmas, we celebrate the coming of winter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptonian's second child was named Estel. She brings spring and new life. We celebrate Esteler to bring in the spring. We would give people candy, color eggs, and have scavenger hunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptonian's third child was named Summer. And just like her name, she bring summer. We celebrate Summers Eve to bring in the summer. We would have parades, shoot off fire works, an have a big Bar-B-Q with all our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptonian's fourth and last child was named Hall. He brings fall. We celebrate Hallowood to bring in the fall. We decorated our homes with spiders, and monsters, and ghosts. We would dress up in costumes and go out getting candy from the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you like the history lesson. And sorry this is all time  I have to post for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a Happy Neptmas Day (or what ever you call it.) Have fun and enjoy the Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I can..... only if I can get Jomb in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113506907564465422?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113506907564465422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113506907564465422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113506907564465422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113506907564465422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy Holiday.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113480623412952250</id><published>2005-12-17T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:57:14.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry One</title><content type='html'>Holg here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing what Noel told me to do, and that is write stuff that I found in her diaries. I will write exactly what she had written, even spelling mistakes. The first post I am going to do is her first one. I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctors told me I should write about my feelings and stuff. They said it will help make me feel better. So I will write about my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am six years old and am finally able to go home with my Mommy and Daddy. I have been in the hospital since I was born- almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born way to early and my organs were not normal and would not work right. So the doctors replaced them with mecanical ones that were special and would grow with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one years old all my organs have been replaced with these special mecanical ones. Well except my brain...that was normal so I get to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go home after that. But I had to come see the doctor every month, which I hated. But Mommy allways took me to get icecream after, so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was three, I had alot of pain in my bones. So Daddy took me to see the doctor again. And they found a bad bug that was eating my bones. I was so scared and cried alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kept at the hospital because I was in so much pain. They gave me medicins to help with it, but they made me sleepy too. My Mommy and Daddy was there alot. They would read me stories and play games with me. When they were gone I would draw them pictures they could take home and some I put on the walls in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors told me they were trying to find a medcine to kill the bugs, but they didn't find it quick enough, I lost my left arm and leg to the bugs. But they saved the rest of me. After they took my arm and leg a year ago they gave me special mecanical ones. It has taken me a long time to get used to them, but now I can finally walk again.... and the pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all I get to go home for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy... no more doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go, my Mommy and Daddy will be here to get me soon.&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/16756676-113480623412952250?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113480623412952250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113480623412952250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113480623412952250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113480623412952250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/diary-entry-one.html' title='Diary Entry One'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113472208516567611</id><published>2005-12-16T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:42:12.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I had a meeting scheduled but they canceled, so I have some free time. And  I have a lot to write. Also I have been a bit under the weather, so if this post is written funny, that is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I want to say Sky City is doing great. I realize it has only been open a couple of weeks, but business is booming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so overwhelmed with meetings and paper work and everything (even with Zebbs help). I have no time to spend with Jomb, and I think he is getting upset with me. So a couple days ago I went down to Coruscant and looked at an  office building that was for sale. I was thinking it would be a lot easier to have Sky City's main office on a planet. Here they will handle ALL the paper work, the bills, the pay checks, EVERYTHING. This will also be where, if someone wants to apply for a job, they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made an offer for it, all I have to do now is wait and see if they accept it. &lt;em&gt;(and I hope they do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I haven't told anyone this yet, but I have been planing on giving up my job as captain. It just isn't something I enjoy doing. I would rather work on my experiments and maybe study to become a doctor, like I wanted to do when I still lived on Neptonian. I will be giving Zebb a promotion and make him the captain. But don't worry, I am still the owner of Sky City, and I still have say in what goes on. I will also live there too, I really love my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Zebb has done such a great job with it, I know he will continue doing a great job. He knows a lot more about running this type of business then I do. So I think he will make a great captain, way better then I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes, I am still captain and I still have a lot of things to deal with. So, I still won't be posting that often. However, I was thinking that I could have one of my droids write some stuff. And not just any kind of stuff, stuff about my past. You see, the other day I was going through some old boxes of stuff I had packed up a long time ago. And in one of these boxes I found some old diaries I had kept. I used to write in them every night when I was growing up. There is a lot of personal information in these diaries. So I am going to have Holg go through these diaries and pick out some interesting excerpts and post them. I think all of you who read this will find out some interesting stuff about me. So please continue coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note... And something I don't want to jump to conclusion too, but I'm worried about us (Jomb and I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, he is not the same. He has changed ALOT. He drinks a lot more then before and he seems a bit depressed. I want to spend more time with him, and when we are together, he seems distant. I know he wants to spend time with me, but the long hours at the office make it hard. This is one reason I am buying a new office and giving up being captain. And the crazy thing is I had offered him a job, but he refused. He got a job on Coruscant, doing ..... something. So now that he works on the planet, we see even less of each other. I just don't understand, he seemed so happy when we met (again). But since the Grand Opening, things started to fall apart. When we are together, he don't want to be alone with me. He insists we go out somewhere, mainly the club. And while there, it seem (to me) that he is flirting with every female that walks by. Like I said it may just be me, but it sure seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do....All I do know is that the love that was once there, is no longer. &lt;em&gt;(it makes me sad) &lt;/em&gt;But I will continue trying. It has been a very long time since we have seen each other. And I know we both have changed a lot since then. So maybe we just have to fall in love all over again &lt;em&gt;(hopefully).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I don't want to jump to conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I have time for today. I have another meeting in about ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113472208516567611?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113472208516567611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113472208516567611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113472208516567611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113472208516567611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-time.html' title='Free time.'/><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-16756676.post-113420411133609810</id><published>2005-12-10T02:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:43:55.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking a break</title><content type='html'>Well the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely busy with work. Being the owner and a captain of a resort ship is a lot of work. And now that Jomb is around, all my free time is spent with him. I have no time to do this blogging thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I am going to be gone for. Maybe weeks or even months. I will try and take time to read all of yours and comment when ever possible. I know Jomb likes to read them along with me, so this is something we can do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this isn't Good Bye, it is just see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Keep on coming back.... I may get enough time between paper work and meetings to post something small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113420411133609810?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113420411133609810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113420411133609810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113420411133609810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113420411133609810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-taking-break.html' title='I&apos;m taking a break'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113386053159441626</id><published>2005-12-06T02:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T03:16:37.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is over and so is the Grand Opening</title><content type='html'>Well where was I.... Ohhhh yea, day three (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I did yesterday was a lot of paperwork....and I some number scrunching and found out that the weekend was very profitable. This even included the minor damage  done in a couple areas of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad we all managed to pull off one of the biggest outcomes to a grand opening, without any major problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing all the paperwork I went back to my apartment and found Jomb there making me dinner. It was so nice... he even bought me some flowers. After dinner we talked and made a list of stuff he wanted to get for his apartment. We then watched a movie and he left afterward. Nothing to important happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to today... all I did today was go down to Coruscant with Jomb and go shopping. We had to buy EVERTHING, and we did. And that's about all we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short post.... but I have to get back to and help Jomb unload all of his stuff and get it all put away. Bye for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113386053159441626?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113386053159441626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113386053159441626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113386053159441626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113386053159441626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend-is-over-and-so-is-grand.html' title='The weekend is over and so is the Grand Opening'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113376791005242435</id><published>2005-12-05T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:24:39.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Opening ....for real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry that I didn't post yesterday....I was very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days went by great. There wasn't any serious problem. And Jomb got the force field working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I should start at the beginning...Day one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I was a nervous wreck. I didn't get a whole lot of rest the night before. Things kept on going through my mind. I was so afraid we couldn't pull it off...or something very serious would go wrong. But nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone arrived early for work, even General Grievous showed up early and with no weapons. I was surprised... I figured I would of had a problem with him bringing some kind of weapon. He did have a couple of his body guards with him, and they too were unarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think half of Coruscant came to the opening of Sky City (That was the name that was picked for the resort.) And I think it fits it perfect... a city in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... there was ships lining up hours before the opening. I let them into the docking ships one hour before the opening. I made one last check on everything and everyone...everything was perfect. Everyone was in place before the doors opened. I then called for the first taxi to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, people started to pile into the main lobby area. Everyone mingled and talked. The excitement grew as more people came in. I was watching from behind a side door next to the main doorway that lead into the ship. I added all this front gate stuff so it looked more like a normal resort you find on a planet. I had several guards stationed at the front gates and all around the area. I wanted no problems. Along with the excitement I felt some tension among the crowed, as the different sides started to show. But everyone respected my rules, and we had no problems. I think everyone realized that no matter who you were or what side of the war you were on, everyone was there for the same reason... to relax and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time came... I came out from my hiding spot and walked up to the main gates. The crowd cheered , and then I gave a small speech, nothing too important. I just introduced myself as the captain and founder of the Sky City. I told the crowd how this resort will hopefully bring a little bit of peace to a galaxy filled with war...The crowd cheered. I then talked about some of the attraction on the ship and had droids hand out maps of the ship to everyone. I then had Jomb come out with a pair of scissors, I introduced him along with several other important beings. Then I cut the ribbon tied around the front gate and opened it. I told everyone to have fun, relax, and respect the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the day remains a blur (I already told you some of the things that happened the first day.) All I know is I met and talked to ALOT of people. That is all I did all day, I mingled with the crowd in all the different areas. That is about all. I didn't even have time to enjoy the bottle of wine I bought for Jomb and I. I knew he was going to feel left out so I told him we would spend some alone time after the party. What I didn't realize is that the party went on until five the next morning. By the time I went to see Jomb, I found him passed out on his couch with the empty bottle of wine laying on the floor. I felt kind of bad for that...but I made up for it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was much the same. I didn't sleep that night...I couldn't. So I went up to the main deck, and checked out how the first day of business went. And ... it went great. I figured out how much I am to pay everyone (who don't live on the ship), and I/we made a lot on the first day. I then went to work on some paperwork. After I got some of it done, it was time for the shops and restaurants to open up. I went back to my apartment, checking on Jomb, who was still passed out on his couch, on my way there. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and went down to check on everything. I basically wanted to make sure everyone arrived in to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost everyone did...all except a couple security guards, for a main restaurant that was to open today. I panicked these guards are supposed to be the main event in this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about these guards in a very old book, I found in a collection I had bought for the library. These guards dressed up in these neat uniforms and stood motion less. And they did this changing of the guards thing I thought was very unique. And the restaurant would not be the same without these guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I could think of who had the any kind of security training was &lt;a href="http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/guard-duty.html"&gt;Rage&lt;/a&gt; and his alpha squad. I used the hotel phone and called up to his room. He answered and sounded like he was still half asleep. I asked him if he would do this for me. He was a bit hesitant, until I told him it was a kind of royal guard from an ancient civilisation. He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited while he got the others up and got ready. He and the others showed up and I gave them the uniforms and told them how to act. He didn't seem to happy with the whole not moving idea, and he seemed even more unhappy with the uniforms. I told him it was only for twelve hours. I have to admit they all looked really nice in their uniforms. And even though they are not set up to get a pay check, I will pay them for the work they did for me ...and maybe a little extra too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went by pretty fast. I mingled among the everyone. Did a lot of talking and checking on everything, making sure it was all running smoothly. Late afternoon I managed to pull myself away form the crowds and went to check on Jomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into his apartment, and not finding him on his couch , I looked else where. I search everywhere, the main kitchen, my apartment, basically the whole upper level. I then decided to use the main intercom...and basically paged him. I got no answer from him, but a droid who tends bar in the night club Grievous works in, answered. He told me Jomb was in the club, sitting at the end of the bar, acting totally miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to check on him and to apologize for the night before. And sure enough he was sitting there looking really depressed. I sat down next and went on to tell him how sorry I was...so on and so forth. I don't want to go into details about my private conversations. But I will say that the conversation ended up out in the back hallway....away from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Jomb%20and%20Noel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Jomb%20and%20Noel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile...things calmed down. And we went back into the club. There we had a few drinks, danced, and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage came in after work for some drinks with his squad. He was complaining about the job... I guess some being were trying to get them to move by doing a variety of things to them. I told him he and the others would get a big bonus for doing that for me. He seemed to cheer up a lot and went off to sing some songs. Grievous once again didn't seem to like it too much and started to sing his own songs. I still think neither one of them can sing very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile of listening to them... I decided to show them how to really sing. I went over and took the mic from Grievous. And I proceeded to sing a bunch of different songs, I even had Jomb join me in a couple. Everyone seemed completely amazed how well I could sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the singing Jomb and I left. It was a really long day, but we talked to almost three in the morning. This time it was him who dosed off on my couch. He looked so peaceful that I left him lay there. I covered him with a blanket and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is getting really long and I have a lot of paper work to do. So I will continue it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113376791005242435?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113376791005242435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113376791005242435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113376791005242435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113376791005242435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/grand-opening-for-real.html' title='The Grand Opening ....for real.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113360588248554892</id><published>2005-12-03T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T04:45:06.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The GRAND OPENING... Kind of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We had arrived back at the resort late Thursday afternoon. We were greeted by Zebb and everyone else. I was amazed at everything they got done. I have to remember to give Zebb a vacation and a raise, after this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I showed Jomb around most of the resort. He was quite impressed at the whole thing. I guess he didn't realize how well I'm doing. Before, when we were together, I was kind of shy and quiet. I would have never tried to do something like this. I used to be the type of Nepton that would sit and study stuff and read a lot. Nothing like this... But hey everyone changes, especially after 100 years being alone. I have also notice that he has changed quite a bit too. But that is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I told Jomb about the force field that I was going to install on the ship. I told him it was the same system that was used on Neptonian, but that I was having problems with it. He told me he would take a look at it, he used to work with the force field generators back on Neptonian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I showed Jomb my apartment in the upper level of the ship. I asked him if he wanted to stay here with me or if he wanted his own apartment. He decided it would be best (for now) to have his own place. We have been apart for so long, that we have to get to know each other all over again. I just hope he loves me again like he did before. I know, for me it will take awhile to fall back in love with him. It just has been so long and he &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;changed a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway...where was I...ohh yea. I showed Jomb a nice but smaller apartment right down the hall from mine. He liked it, so I let him have it. We have to go out shopping so he can get some furniture and stuff. For now I let him borrow a bed from my spare room and a small couch. We will be too busy this weekend to go shopping , but I told him first thing Monday we will go get what he needs. And since he don't have any credits, I told him I will pay for it (within a reasonable amount). He was a little hesitant, but he agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After checking over the place and seeing that everything was ready and operational. I went to release all the little creatures in the indoor park. And the park was amazing, it had trees and a small pond with fish. There was a fountain and a small waterfall. It looks like a real park. . It even has live birds....it is so cool. I know this is one spot I will be spending most of my free time in...it is so &lt;em&gt;relaxing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well this is all that happens Thursday. Well besides Jomb and I went down to Coruscant and went out to dinner and seen a movie. After getting back to the resort we talked awhile and took a walk around the upper level. At the end of our 'date' he walked me to my door....we said Good Night...and we (no we did not kiss) we hugged. Not that I didn't want too.&lt;em&gt; Man did I want too....really really want too. &lt;/em&gt;But I didn't want to rush into anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well sorry folks this is all I have time for tonight, It has been a very long day and I'm tired. All I'm going to say right now was the Grand Opening was a success. We had only a few mishaps. One involved this &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2005/12/visit-to-resort-ship.html"&gt;Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;/a&gt; named Jon. He was found outside the ship, claiming that a space vampire was out there and yelling for someone named Count. He was very lucky that the force field was not working yet, otherwise he would have been fried. Then there was a small argument between &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/2005/12/party-at-sky-city.html"&gt;my DJ &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/man-drinks-men.html"&gt;Rage&lt;/a&gt; over who was the better singer. Personally I don't think either one of them can sing very good. I will show them a thing or two about singing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And then I had to help (well it was more like drag) Grievous back to his room. And there is nothing worse then a drunk droid. I just hope he feels okay in the morning, because he has to DJ again for me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well I'm exhausted.... I will fill you in with what happened today a little more, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113360588248554892?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113360588248554892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113360588248554892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113360588248554892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113360588248554892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/grand-opening-kind-of.html' title='The GRAND OPENING... Kind of.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113342684605049794</id><published>2005-12-01T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:55:56.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No worry, I'm fine...and have some great news.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I'm fine and I have some really really wonderful news. But before I tell you the good news I want to fill in what Kolt left out of yesterdays post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you already know about the day before yesterday. You know we had to wait, and that Nura found an Ewok friend, and that we left early yesterday morning for the village. This you already knew because Kolt told you. Well here is what went on after we left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the forest for almost an hour before we got to this village. The Ewoks build their homes high in the trees. I guess it is to keep them safe from the night time creatures. And they got a vast array of primitive weapons. They use spears and have all sort of traps to catch prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with some of the Ewoks that lived here. They are very friendly and let us use one of their huts to work in. They are also quit curious and kept on touching my face and hands. And for some strange reason they were treating our droids like Gods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I unloaded the the equipment, Nura went out with a couple Ewoks to collect some more creatures. She was gone for a couple of hours and I had some time to relax . I just couldn't shake the feeling  that Jomb was close. I kept on getting these visions and they seemed so clear , like I was there with him. I was glad when Nura finally came back, I was going out of my mind with all these visions and thoughts. Nura wanted to get to work right away. She put the ID tags on the creatures she had caught. And I had to record them using a type of recording devise that you talk into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work recording the the ID number and the description of the creatures. I was doing this for about a half hour, when I was interrupted by a Ewok (sorry I can't remember his name right off hand....they all look so much alike.) Anyway he was saying something in his native language and pulling on my sleeve. He did this a couple times before Nura called for Doog, our translator droid. She told Doog to tell the Ewok we didn't need anymore help. That Ewok was really persistent in getting me to follow it. But I had a lot of work to do so I didn't go, not that I didn't want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the crazy part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work recording and about another half hour, I heard footsteps. Thinking it was Doog coming back, I didn't turn to look. And that is when I heard&lt;em&gt; HIM....&lt;/em&gt; I recognized the voice. It was the same voice that said so many years ago that we would be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned so fast that I nearly fell out of my chair. And I seen him, &lt;em&gt;and it WAS him.&lt;/em&gt; He said hello, and I ...&lt;em&gt;Fainted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That voice belonged to... yes you guessed it &lt;em&gt;Jomb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only out of it for a couple minutes. And when I came too, there he was smiling down at me. &lt;em&gt;I really missed that smile.&lt;/em&gt; And then we talked, and talked, and talked. We talked about everything that happened to us since we got separated. I'm not going to give any details (hey I need &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to write about later) but we talked about literally, everything. We talked and walked, he showed me his ship. We talked all night, or at least until I dosed off listening to him talk about how he escaped from the aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke this morning he was asleep next to me....&lt;em&gt; holding my hand.&lt;/em&gt; And I just watched him sleep, thinking how lucky we are to have finally found each other. And in the most unlikely of spots. I never even thought he would be here, it wasn't even in the area I was searching. There must have been SOMTHING wrong with the map or the transmission he sent out. It is no big deal now, because now we are finally... &lt;em&gt;Together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went by pretty fast. With the help of Jomb we got done way ahead of schedule. We will be heading back to the resort tomorrow morning. And we will be in time for the Grand Opening weekend party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113342684605049794?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113342684605049794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113342684605049794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113342684605049794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113342684605049794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-worry-im-fineand-have-some-great.html' title='No worry, I&apos;m fine...and have some great news.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113325440188909691</id><published>2005-11-29T02:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:14:39.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Noel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is not Noel... it is Kolt, one of her droids. Noel told me to stay here and take care of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may as well tell you what had happened since last night when Noel posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got here and had to wait for Nura to come back, she was out checking traps. When Nura came back she had an Ewok with her. This Ewoks name is Zephee. Nura was telling us how she ran into him in the forest, and luckily Doog was with her, he helped translate. After she convinced him that she meant him no harm, she asked for his help to find some insects and such. She goes on to say that he can't help because he is from another village, but he has friends in a village not to far from here, and that is where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it was getting dark and all sorts of strange creatures come out at night here, they all decided to stay the night in the ship (including Zephee). Zephee was fascinated with everything and he got into a lot of stuff. He was fun to have around though, and told us some interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When morning came, Nura and Noel packed up some supplies and left for this village. They took Doog and another droid with them. They told me to stay here and wait for further instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that long ago Noel sent a message over the comlink. It was a little bit scrambled and I could only make out some of it. She wanted me to tell all of you ....something, I didn't make it all out. &lt;em&gt;SORRY! &lt;/em&gt;She did send a recorded message and the coordinates to the village back to me. She told me to get there soon (I think). I sent her a message over the comlink asking her to repeat what she said. I hope she gets it, if not I'll head over to the coordinates and see what she wants myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that she wanted me to tell you &lt;em&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/em&gt;, so I'll write out what is said on the recorded message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;recording starts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will put on the ID tags, and I'll have you record them Okay !" &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so all I do is give a description of the creature and it's ID number?"&lt;em&gt; Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!"&lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That shouldn't be to hard."&lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lets see.... ID number 13th6 is a butterfly with white fuzzy antenna and has blue wings with white spots. Is that good." &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect." &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ID number 12yu8 is a butterfly that has red wings with black stripes."&lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ID number 87hg6 is a snail with and orange body and a white shell with tiny black spots." &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Almost a half hour later*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;foot steps ( sounds more like a shuffle)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come" &lt;em&gt;This is from an Ewok....I 'm a translator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What." &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come." &lt;em&gt;From the Ewok again... *more intensely*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it wants me to go with it." &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well tell it....hang on.....&lt;em&gt;*yelling*&lt;/em&gt; Doog can you come here." &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*foot steps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Master." &lt;em&gt;Doog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doog can you tell him... Thank you for the help, but we don't need anymore." &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." ...&lt;em&gt;*foot steps* And then Doog repeats the message in the native language.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*More footsteps going out and bunch of mumbles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*long pause*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that was kind of weird, I wonder what he wanted to show me?" &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably some more insects or something." &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yea it was probably nothing." &lt;em&gt;Noel * sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay we have to get back to work!" &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright....ooppps I left the recorder running the whole time." &lt;em&gt;Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about it... we can always edit it later." &lt;em&gt;Nura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay....&lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;Were was I ....Ohhh yea, ID number 14ty78 is a snail with a peach body and a black shell with white stripes."&lt;em&gt; Noel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Goes on like this for another half hour*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*More foot steps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mumbles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" NOEL!?!?" &lt;em&gt;voice unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* a shuffling noise* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaa..............................." &lt;em&gt;Noel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Noel." &lt;em&gt;voice unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Short pause*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*End of recording*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That is all there is, and since I'm not there I can't tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I should head over to the coordinates and see what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113325440188909691?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113325440188909691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113325440188909691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113325440188909691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113325440188909691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/message-from-noel.html' title='Message from Noel.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113325359026797696</id><published>2005-11-29T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:41:54.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting and waiting...</title><content type='html'>I have to hurry with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that I just arrived at Endor. And I'm sitting here waiting for Nura to come back with the first bunch of creatures. She has been here since last night and had set some small insect traps. And she should be back with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much on this planet but trees, lots and lots of trees. There is also a primitive culture that lives here. There is no technology at all on the whole planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking of Jomb, it is like he is here with me. But I know he is not, he is millions of light years away on some planet. I wonder what he is doing right now? I wonder if he still misses me? I wonder if I will EVER find him. I wonder.... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Nura is back...and what's that.... one of the natives, an Ewok (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113325359026797696?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113325359026797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113325359026797696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113325359026797696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113325359026797696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/sitting-and-waiting.html' title='Sitting and waiting...'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113317134802349105</id><published>2005-11-27T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:06:32.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The search for Jomb is over... for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I THOUGHT I had a few more days to look for Jomb, but now I have to stop. &lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;The reason being that there was a minor set back in finding some small creatures for the indoor park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who was supposed to collect some samples got very sick and hasn't been able to go out and collect them. She's better now and has gone out to collect them. She is heading off to a planet named Endor, a planet clear across the galaxy and not even close to the range I'm searching. Despite the fact she normal works alone, she asked me to go there to help her collect and record all that she catches. She figures if there is two of us working on this we will get enough creatures and have them released in the park before the Grand Opening. She normally catch a few and brings them back to her lab on Coruscant to record and give ID tags to all of them. But with it now being so close to the Grand Opening she has to improvise. She created a small lab in her ship to do all the recording and stuff. She knows I'm a fast learner and that I'm good at taking record and stuff, that's why she asked me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take me a day or so to get there if I leave right now...&lt;em&gt;I just don't want to stop looking for Jomb, But I have too. &lt;/em&gt;The ship .... Yes the ship is more important right now. With the Grand Opening in less then a week it HAS to be more important. &lt;em&gt;Yes it has to be....It just has to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... just feel so...so...&lt;em&gt;ALONE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*interruption from a droid over the comlink.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noel are you ready for me to set the course to Endor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOEL are you okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh... Sorry about that....Yes.... Yes set the course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... Course is set."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Noel walks over to the window and looks out at the distant stars*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Says to herself* "Good Bye Jomb.... I will find you SOMEDAY". She places her hand on the window as her eyes fill with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back on the computer*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for Jomb is over ...For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113317134802349105?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113317134802349105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113317134802349105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113317134802349105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113317134802349105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/search-for-jomb-is-over-for-now.html' title='The search for Jomb is over... for now.'/><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-16756676.post-113307897341800037</id><published>2005-11-26T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:06:00.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some communication!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want to personally thank Adi Gallia for helping me out. She went and got a hold of Zebb for me. Apparently there wasn't anything wrong with the communication network on either ship. The problem was due to bad reception on the resort. Apparently, soon after I left, a small shuttle ran into the side of the resort and took out some antennas. Nobody knew about it because they were communicating fine with the planet. It was the long range communications they were having problems with (but didn't know). But right after Adi contacted Zebb, he sent some astero droids out to fix the antennas. Right after they were fixed he contacted me and brought me up to date on the details of everything going on around the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that everything is on schedule and going as planed. He told me that the new docking ship is now in orbit next to the resort. This docking ship will hold close to 1 million personal sized vessels. Also, almost all of the taxi shuttles are ready for work. The good thing is that these taxi's are computer programmed and need no driver. The route is preprogrammed into the computers aboard the taxi. And just in case anything goes wrong with the computers on the taxi we have a whole bunch of droids ready to drive them at anytime. These taxi's also are equipped with scanning devices for weapons. Only jedi with a proper jedi license are allowed to bring their lightsabers. And one more thing about these taxi's if anyone tries to mess with the computer it will set off an alarm, and if tampering continues, it will self destruct ( at a good distance from the resort.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did tell me they were having some problems setting up the new force field. They have never seen such technology before and were having problems following the directions. I told him not to worry, that I will get it to work when I get back. And until the force field is set up they can't work on the ships systems that will allow only those special taxi shuttle through the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my ship to be a peaceful ship. Everyone is welcome aboard, if they only put their differences aside. It's going to be a safe place, that when you're aboard you don't have to worry about the war. And if these are the precautions I have to take to keep my resort a safe place, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me all the remodeling is done, all the painting is complete, everything has arrived for the hotel section. He said everything is done besides a few small details. I can't wait until it is opened... &lt;em&gt;Actually I can't wait until Jomb is found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had no luck in finding him. I have search several more systems and found nothing. I have to be back to the resort in less then a week for the Grand Opening. I may have to give up searching for Jomb until after the resort is open. Then I don't know how long it will take for me to continue afterwards. I will have so many parties to attend, and meetings to go to, and guest appearances to make, that I may have to wait a few more weeks to continue the search. I was so hoping to find Jomb before, but it is looking quite bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; find him. I have a feeling he can't leave where he is. So it is not like he can go somewhere else. He is out there and I will find him &lt;em&gt;SOMEDAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just hoping it would have been sooner then later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank Adi Gallia for contacting the resort for me. I will make sure she gets a free week stay at the resort in the luxury suite. Plus a day of beauty at the spa and anything else she may want to do, it's free. I'm doing this because she is the only who said she would help in a time when I needed it.&lt;em&gt; THANK YOU.&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/16756676-113307897341800037?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113307897341800037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113307897341800037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113307897341800037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113307897341800037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-some-communication.html' title='Finally some communication!'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113277820645272957</id><published>2005-11-23T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:53:44.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone hear me?</title><content type='html'>Hello... Anyone out there. Can you hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I haven't got any word back from home base (the resort) in almost a week. I send out information to Zebb but he has yet to respond back. I'm getting worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder if either my communication network isn't working or the one on the resort isn't. This is my finally hope, I'm sending out this message on my computer in hope someone....Anyone is getting this. I have deactivated to the security code to this blog (even though I know some of you  hack into and read it.) But right now it is open to everyone and if I don't receive a message back then the problem lays on my ship. If I do then the problem lays on the resort...Otherwise they are to busy to send word back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last option, PLEASE if anyone gets this, send word back. And if you get this and are near Coruscant (that's where the resort is orbiting) please tell Zebb or someone of any importance that something is wrong with the communication network on the resort. Tell them Noel sent you .... if my security droids ask why you need to see Zebb give them this passcode: 148ty-87gh. This passcode should at least tell Zebb something is wrong with the communication. I set this up for this kind an emergency...good planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please if you get this let me know, I could use any kind of good news right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just about given up hope...But I CAN'T give up yet...I just feel so alone. I could use some encouragement or something. I almost forgot how lonely space can be. I have spent so many years alone, and I found it weird being with other beings. Then I got used to it....Now I'm lonely all over again. Will my life ever settle to a normal setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I got my droids for company....They don't talk much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all. So PLEASE if you get this send me a message back, OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113277820645272957?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113277820645272957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113277820645272957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113277820645272957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113277820645272957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-anyone-hear-me.html' title='Can anyone hear me?'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113274012267636255</id><published>2005-11-23T03:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:17:29.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some what good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well it has been a couple days since my last post. I have not found Jomb yet and the time for the Grand Opening is getting nearer. I fear I won't find him before I have to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been through a couple more uninhabited systems. I have nothing really to post about except for the fact of one piece of good information. While I was doing a quick scan of an asteroid belt, my scans picked up an unusually plant life form. I sent out my droids to get a sample, it is quite unusual to find plant life on a asteroid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After I got the sample, I went to my make-shift lab and started to study it. And remarkably,  it closely resembles the one plant on Neptonian that can stop my raging hormones. I did some tests of it and sure enough it subsided my hormones to a more tolerable level. So that is the good news....I can finally be normal again...For the time being. The only problem is this plant is not as strong, so I have to drink the mix every 12 hours ...Other wise my hormones come back 10 times worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had my droids gather enough plants to last me a couple months. I also marked the spot of this belt on my map for future use. So just in case I don't find Jomb, I have the plants to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him&lt;/em&gt;... At least now I don't have to worry about attacking anyone in my urge to mate. So that is a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Man do I really miss him.&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/16756676-113274012267636255?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113274012267636255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113274012267636255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113274012267636255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113274012267636255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-what-good-news.html' title='Some what good news.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113255834108786177</id><published>2005-11-21T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:53:43.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three down...half a million to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have been flying though space for the last few days....and no Jomb. I have been through several different systems, scanning every plant, moon, and asteroid belt for any sign of him, and found NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first planet was Hoth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/hoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/hoth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned this planet and found some signs of life, but not Jombs. I flew down for a closer look and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Hoth%20surface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Hoth%20surface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole planet was ice and snow. And among some snow peaked hills there was a small herd of lizard like creatures called Tauntauns. And nearby was another furry creature called a Wampa. And just by looking at the planet I knew there was no way Jomb was here, so I moved on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next planet I found life was Felucia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/300px-FeluciaFromSpace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/300px-FeluciaFromSpace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felucia is a hot and humid planet with huge fungus forests. There is a few small settlements but when I stopped they said they never heard of him. I scanned for his life sign and for his ship and found nothing. This plant was quite interesting. There are huge plants that can actually defend themselves by shooting spores and sharp barbs or are poisonous. Most of the native wildlife is partially or completely translucent. And some of the people living there actually use a giant ground beetle as transportation. I took a picture while there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/eu_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/eu_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last inhabited planet I found was called Muunilinst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Muunilinst%20surface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Muunilinst%20surface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This planet has a vast number of huge cities. And at first glance (like Hoth) I knew Jomb was not there. But I scanned anyway and once again ....NOTHING. I even talked to the head of security there and they have never heard of him or even seen his ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up hope there is still a lot of space and thousands of planets to search. And we will be together again ... &lt;em&gt;Someday.&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/16756676-113255834108786177?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113255834108786177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113255834108786177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113255834108786177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113255834108786177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-downhalf-million-to-go.html' title='Three down...half a million to go.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113212620992556531</id><published>2005-11-16T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:32:40.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the universe is Jomb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Following the beacon may turn out harder then thought. The problem is the signal is so weak and only lasted a short time. I did however narrow it down to a sector of space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/night-sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/night-sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem to be that much, but there is a lot a systems in that little circle. And Jomb is some where in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my Droids are resetting the course I have another tag to do. This one is from my new stand up comedian &lt;a href="http://dormedevotedaide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dorme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 things that make you happy right now, and tag 5 people to do the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.My blog.&lt;br /&gt;9. My resort.&lt;br /&gt;8. My friends at the resort.&lt;br /&gt;7. Knowing the Grand Opening will be held soon.&lt;br /&gt;6. Knowing Jomb is alive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Knowing Jomb knows I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowing Jomb made it to this galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Knowing Jomb misses me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Knowing Jomb still wants to be with me even after being separated for 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;1. Knowing I will be with Jomb in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, there is Jomb ( if he gets this message), My friend Chelley, My new DJ General Grievous, Obi Wan, and the Chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I going to go check on our progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113212620992556531?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113212620992556531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113212620992556531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113212620992556531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113212620992556531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-in-universe-is-jomb.html' title='Where in the universe is Jomb?'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113204608374514775</id><published>2005-11-15T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:18:26.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I'm off to find Jomb, but first I had to go over to Tatooine for some Survivor banquet. I was invited because I had voted for Qui-Gon and he won. You can read about the banquet &lt;a href="http://survivortatooine.blogspot.com/2005/11/qui-gon-share-wealth.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . He gave me a check for 10,000 credits and a new karaoke machine. The karaoke machine will be great entertainment when Grievous or Dorme can't work. And the money will come in handy to buy the birds and other little creatures for the indoor garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stayed for a little while, because I really wanted to get searching . I told everyone about my new adventure and assured everyone that the resort will be open in a couple weeks (even if Jomb is not found). Ever since I have gotten word that Jomb is alive my hormones have been tolerable. I just keep thinking that once Jomb is found I will &lt;em&gt;(rest of statement has been deleted due to the young ones who may be reading).&lt;/em&gt; So all I have to do is keep thinking that and I'm fine. And I made it through the banquet without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the banquet, I left. Yoda gave told me to try Kashyyyk, so that's where I'm heading. This is about the only tip I have so far. I just hope I find him soon and that he is among friendly beings. Not like the problem I had on Geonosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*over the intercom* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Noel, can you come out here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why, I'm kind of busy right now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well you told us to call you if we had received any strange signals."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Yea....Well did you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ahhhh... yea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" OK ...I'll be right out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Leaves room*&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sometime later*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh my you won't believe this, I had received a very weak transmission beacon from &lt;a href="http://jombofneptonian.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-problems.html"&gt;Jomb&lt;/a&gt;. I know it's from him, it's in Neptonian army code. I may be able to get the location of the beacon, and find Jomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113204608374514775?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113204608374514775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113204608374514775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113204608374514775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113204608374514775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off...'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113161481837982178</id><published>2005-11-10T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:34:31.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I had this strange dream last night and when I woke up it was clear as day. So I drew part of the dream on a piece of paper. I figured if I had something to look at it may help me locate Jomb. This is what it looked like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Noels%20visions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Noels%20visions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I know the planet is Neptonian (or at least was) . The thing on the upper right hand corner is what Neptonian looked like after the invasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The ship is Jombs old fighter ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then there is the Grand Opening sign with the scissors. Which is obvious, the grand opening of my resort. By the way, has been put on hold until Jomb is located (I KNOW I will find him). Zebb has been doing a great job with the ship so far. But there is still a lot that needs to be done. So I was thinking, while he finishes getting the resort ready, I will go find Jomb. I'll take one of my personal shuttles and maybe a few droids and go search for  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Which brings me back to the vision. The trees are easy, but where they are located is the hard part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I also remember seeing a spear... Why I don't know why....Maybe Jombs been hurt with one or maybe it's a weapon he has made to hunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Now what I don't understand is what the blurry things are...I need to figure out what these are and maybe Jomb is with them. &lt;em&gt;*stop's to study picture*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sometime later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I miss Jomb so much....I just can't believe he is &lt;em&gt;alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113161481837982178?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113161481837982178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113161481837982178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113161481837982178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113161481837982178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/visions.html' title='Visions'/><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113135013452907427</id><published>2005-11-07T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:01:06.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Mate......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well my droids have been having trouble getting and staying in contact with the ones that I'm studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is still &lt;a href="http://masterwindusblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/poor-anakin.html"&gt;Anakin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who apparently has been in the Hospital for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fusethesporesfluke.blogspot.com/2005/11/taters-eyeballing-bait.html"&gt;Fluke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has been off fighting this enemy named Darth Tater. And I can't get a droid aboard his ship with out some one getting suspicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://darthtyrannus.blogspot.com/2005/10/sales-tour-part-three.html"&gt;Count Dooku&lt;/a&gt;has all but disappeared. He was last seen on Kashyyyk. However there is a rumor he is staying with the &lt;a href="http://iampalpatine.blogspot.com/2005/10/unexpected-visitor-part-iv.html"&gt;Chancellor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. I heard there was a very very strong smell of cologne in his office. And it was definitely not the kind he wares. I haven't been able to get a droid into follow him, so I don't know if it true or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mesajarjar.blogspot.com/2005/11/adventures-in-potato-trade-part-6.html"&gt;Jar Jar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has been very busy with his potato business. And he disappeared before my droids got to where he lives. Luckily they arrived when they did other wise he wouldn't have an apartment. Apparently he left in such a hurry he left some potatoes in his deep frier. The apartment was completely filled with smoke and flames were shooting from the frier. My droids managed to put out the fire and clear the smoke from his apartment. Ohhh by the way Jar Jar there is no damage to your place. However it might smell like burnt potatoes for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General Grievous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has also played the disappearing game. My droids have noted that at night he is asleep in his quarters but by early morning he is gone. There is no trace of him leaving, no shuttles are missing, NOTHING. I great mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quigonthebuzzed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Qui Gon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has been having this ghostly visitor, named Jo-Jo. And &lt;a href="http://jawajuicejumpup.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-againhome-againjiggidy-jig.html"&gt;JJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has been off visiting his family. They are both very busy with their brownie business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So it's nearly impossible to study them. I may just give up. However I may not need them, I believe Jomb may be alive. I have received a simple message from him but I haven't gotten another one. I have also been getting these feelings that I haven't felt in a very long time. And I think they are coming from Jomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You see our species has this ability to link even when apart. Especially in times of stress. It seems to make the feelings come out more. It's a lot like how the Jedi use the force to feel others in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I can FEEL Jomb... I know I can. He is some where in this galaxy, but stuck on some planet....problem with the ship. He is alive.... and......among TREES, a lot of trees and more... I ......just can't.... make it out. Ahhh geez I lost it. You see we can send these visions too, but the further away it is, the more interference there is. So he has to be pretty far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well I got to go, and see if I can get a connection again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113135013452907427?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113135013452907427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113135013452907427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113135013452907427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113135013452907427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/potential-mate.html' title='Potential Mate......?'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113117956233396189</id><published>2005-11-05T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:35:23.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jomb's Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jomb....is alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have received a message from him last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have sent a message to him to see if it is really him. This would be completely amazing if he is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how this could be....It's ....It's ...Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm completely speechless. I have always believed him to be dead since he never came back for me. He left me there all alone....How could he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... There was.... ohhh my god NO. There was that time right after the attack on Neptonian, that those aliens came to Christa. I had to  hide in the vast system of caves to avoid them. They were there for almost a year, until they finally left. Scariest year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember coming across some dead aliens...Looked like they were shot. And close by there was what appeared to be a deserted campsite. It may have been Jombs ...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll here back from him and figure this all out. I'll have to let you go because right now I am WAY to excited to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113117956233396189?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113117956233396189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113117956233396189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113117956233396189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113117956233396189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/jombs-alive.html' title='Jomb&apos;s Alive!!!'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113100546540100348</id><published>2005-11-03T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:58:26.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I haven't received any new reports in yet. Which is good because I have finally got my new holo recording/imaging device. Now I can keep in contact with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once set up, I had Zebb brief me personally. Since I only heard from him through my droids. He told me the resort is coming around wonderfully. The indoor park is near completion, the pool has had a new filter put in. Painting is complete up to the 16th level. He has a new shipment of books coming in, in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;He has the whole mall area booked with small businesses and restaurants. He has gotten a lot done in the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I had found such a wonderful guy, before my little problem hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could find a mate. I really want someone who can sweep me off my feet. Someone who isn't into himself, someone who can count past ten, and someone who is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a thing for mating with co-workers. I just can't do it. It's...... just ....that I'm scared that I won't feel the same for them afterwards. My hormones work in mysterious way. I don't know what will happen before- during -or after mating. Normally when we reach our first Polixy we have our elders to help out. They give tips and pointers and help answer any questions we may have . The bad thing is this is the only time we are allowed to talk about it. Reaching Polixy and mating is supposed to be special, something you share only with your life long mate. But that's were I'm stuck, I have no life long mate, I have no elders, I have no home. &lt;em&gt;I have....... NOTHING. Nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I.....have ..... to .....go......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRY!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113100546540100348?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113100546540100348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113100546540100348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113100546540100348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113100546540100348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/resort-update.html' title='Resort Update'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113083192685694492</id><published>2005-11-01T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:35:19.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Mate...Yoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well once again I have received reports back. This time there from Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ummmm...It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;maybe my hormones talking, but I have to admit he is one VERY good looking fellow. I really have a thing for green...It's my favorite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/starwars_yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/starwars_yoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But, sorry to say Yoda isn't for me. There are several reasons why I am not choosing him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;One- he is short, and NOT just a couple of inches, a couple feet is more like it. Now I don't have a problem with short beings. But Yoda....Yoda is REALLY short. I have seen younglings taller then him. I kind of wonder if he ever worries about being stepped on by..... Ohhh... Let say Wookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Two- his attitude. He seems grumpy all the time, does he ever smile...I would like to know. He always bosses everyone around. And what's up with threating everyone with these force-wedgies. Talk about mean...I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he gave me one and I don't even know him. To show just how mean he really is, I'll show you one of his blog posts... Just &lt;a href="http://masterjediyoda.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-html-ignorant-intern-and.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Three-..Well three is everything else. His way of talking is kind of confusing. I'm not even going to try and talk like him. His age is kind of a factor too. Being ....What... Like 900 or something, is old. Well actually, not for me it isn't. I can live to be 2000, so 900 for me is like mid-life. But in ....Well what the heck is Yoda anyway. Well what ever he is, Yoda is old. And then there's that pet Bantha I believe he calls Bob:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/bantha09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/bantha09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now, I wouldn't want that running around MY ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well that's all I can find wrong with Yoda. However I have only scanned the reports... So there may be more. But this is enough to tell me Yoda is not the one. Even though I find his color green a real turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well since I'm talking about Yoda, I want to get a point across. Everyone refers to him as a MONKEY. I can see no resemblance:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Cheeky%20Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Cheeky%20Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And actually this isn't really a monkey... It's an ape. It comes from a planet very very far away called Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/2848Squirrel_Monkey_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/2848Squirrel_Monkey_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This here, however is a real monkey... From the same planet. And I still see no resemblance between it and Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I did, however find a creature that looks like Yoda ... You want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Your there: This here is a gremlin, I'm not sure exactly were it's from. It did, however invade Earth some time ago. It's got the same green color and same nasty attitude, plus it's short.. However it can't eat after midnight, and no water or sun. Water makes it mutiply and the sun kills it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This may be a distant relative or cousin of Yoda. I don't know, but I can definitely see a resemblance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/gremlins813520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/gremlins813520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This is what a gremlin looks like before it eats after midnight. Isn't he cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/gizmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/gizmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113083192685694492?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113083192685694492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113083192685694492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113083192685694492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113083192685694492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/11/potential-mateyoda.html' title='Potential Mate...Yoda'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113066444170024996</id><published>2005-10-30T03:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T03:28:30.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Mate...Obi Wan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well once again I have gotten some reports in. This time from the droids that were sp.......researching Obi Wan Kenobi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/obi_wan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/obi_wan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I have to admit Obi Wan is not that bad looking, for a human. He has hair ...alot of it too. Which I like. However, I find out after reading the reports that he has mental capacity of a four year old. He likes to sneak into the younglings class and steal the glue. Then eat it... digusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This guy is a Master Jedi and he can't even tie his own shoes. I mean geez ....I don't want to mate with a guy I have to babysit too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/sith3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/sith3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well besides his acting like a four year old, he has this fetish for beer and Cheetos. He always has this nasty orange coating all over this fingers and mouth. And his breath............It's enough to make those Sand People on Tatooine avoid him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/argo_inside_empty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/argo_inside_empty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And look here... it's his room. One of the other Jedi said this was actually pretty clean compared to most times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think it is disgusting....How could anything stand living in there. Well besides roaches, which I have read , there is a whole colony that live among the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NASTY.......JUST NASTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I however, do give him credit for constructing those chairs from beer cans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/starwars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/starwars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another thing, I have found out he already has a girlfriend. Her name is...Lets see... Aayla. My droids happened to catch them in a...... moment.... I guess. She doesn't looked to thrilled to be there. I don't blame her either....with his nasty breath, I wouldn't even be that close. And what's with the feeding from the mouth thing... CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is this some type of human mating ritual, that I don't know about? I know our species likes to bite, and others feed their young by mouth. But I have never seen this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POOR GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well there you have it, Obi Wan didn't make it. The one and only thing he has going for him is...his looks. Now if he could miraculously mature like 30 years, clean his room and keep it clean, start taking those wookie strength breath mints, AND cut down on the beer and cheetos intake, he might have a chance. But that will never happen...not even in my life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have a strange question to ask someone who knows Obi Wan. Because this answer I can't find in any of the reports my droids have sent me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How come when I was searching for pictures of Obi Wan, this strange creature kept on appearing. Is this some kind of disguise Obi Wan uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If so ...I have to say it is very strange. Very strange indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/obi-wan15ws01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/obi-wan15ws01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well this is all for now... Two down, quit a few more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113066444170024996?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113066444170024996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113066444170024996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113066444170024996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113066444170024996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/potential-mateobi-wan.html' title='Potential Mate...Obi Wan.'/><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-16756676.post-113048079496550046</id><published>2005-10-28T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:39:13.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Mate.... Windu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My droids have been out spying...Ahhh.... Researching...Yea researching my potential mates. I have already gotten some feedback from the ones following Mace Windu. And I have been going over it all morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/1314663577.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/1314663577.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't really know why I had chosen him in the first place because...sad to say...he is hideous. I mean look at him, he is completely bald. I now know after studying the report, he thinks he SOOOO hot ....but he's not. At least to me, he's not. I like a guy with at least alittle hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After reading into the reports some more I find out he likes to shop, and not for normal guy things. He shops for things like those economy size tubes of moisturizer, alot of skin care products, and the same with shaving cream. And for some strange reason he likes the color purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My droids followed him to a nearby Wal-Mart. He went straight for the beauty section. He took every can of his favorite shaving cream off the shelf and put into his cart. He then went over to the skin care and nearly flipped out when he seen they were out of his favorite head wax. He started yelling at everyone and stormed up to the front desk and demanded they get more of his head wax. They said they were out, so he pulled out his light saber and threatened to kill the guy. The guy quickly called to the restocking area and found out that they had JUST gotten some in. So Windu apologized to the guy and went to the back and took a whole box of head wax. ....Talk about crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/155706_WAL_MART_DISCRIMINATION_NY83740d9b1db00141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/155706_WAL_MART_DISCRIMINATION_NY83740d9b1db00141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after getting back to the temple he went straight to the bathroom. Anakin was in the shower and I guess Windu wasn't to happy with that and turned on the hot water in the sink. Anakin hollered and came flying out of the shower and was all upset he said something like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yo Man, why you have to be so mean"... Or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Windu said " You have been in there since I left to go shopping... Now get out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What ...can't I at least rise off my bod an spit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No... Now get out it's my turn"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anakin came out of the bathroom all soapy mumbling something the recorder didn't pick up. My droid peaked in the bathroom and Windu freaked out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I said GET OUT" and he threw a can of saving cream at it, just as it snapped a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/1314663577.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/images91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Windu was in the bathroom for almost three hours. Doing what I don't know....But as a mental note Windu CAN NOT sing very well. My droid recorded him singing in the shower. The song I believe was "I'm So Pretty". I was starting to think this guy had some serious gender issues. Then I read he was dating this girl named Shaak Ti. So I guess he is just REALLY in touch with his feminine side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So as it is Windu had failed my studied. Any guy who spends more the five minutes looking at himself in the mirror, is definitely not for me. Windu spends hours looking at the mirror and freaks out if ANYTHING is wrong with his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which bring me to something I thought was funny that my droids had recorded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anakin was still upset with Windu, for throwing him out of the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So Anakin walked up to him and said "Yo man, what is THAT"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and pointed to the back of Windu's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What is what" Said Windu reaching for the back of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It looks like a bug bite or sump'tin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"A WHAT!!!" Windu screamed like a little girl and ran to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anakin walked away laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When Windu came out of the bathroom an hour later he looked really worrying, and had his hood up. He said something about calling the doctor in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/1105371202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/1105371202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So there you have it Windu: The hideous bald, girly man...At least to me he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113048079496550046?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113048079496550046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113048079496550046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113048079496550046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113048079496550046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/potential-mate-windu.html' title='Potential Mate.... Windu'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-113022448933285288</id><published>2005-10-25T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:38:00.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alittle to Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well this is fun. I am currently locked up in my own apartment...under my own direction. And since I have nothing to really do I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well lets start with Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Early Sunday morning Zebb arrived at the ship and I briefed him on things that needed to get done. I explained to him that I was going on a short vacation, and he was to be in charge. However I didn't tell him WHY I needed to go. I spent the day doing what I normally do, and he watched or helped. I showed him around the entire ship and let him select his apartment/ quarters. I was surprised to see how well he caught on and got the hang of everything. He told me he had experience in this type of stuff. He apparently grew up in a resort type ship, his Mom was a housekeeper and he stayed with her on the ship. He got to be good friends with the captains son and hung out alot with his family. The captain was like the father he never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well on with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Monday was pretty much the same, but this time I let him do it all and I watched him....And his cute little butt..... Aaahhh sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, very late Monday night I was in my apartment and I got a bad case the munchies. I went to my kitchen and realized I haven't stocked up on food yet. So I decided to take a stroll to the ships main kitchen. I remember Doug made some Bar B-Qed Scurrier for dinner that night and figured there may be some leftovers. I entered the kitchen and Zebb was in there. I asked him what he was doing up so late. He said he couldn't sleep and thought he would go over some paper work. He asked me if I wanted some coffee. I said no thanks, but that I wanted something to eat. I walked over to the fridge and this strange feeling came over me...I can't explain it. I asked Zebb if he had a girlfriend, but it wasn't really me saying it... well it was. I remember thinking it, and it just came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Zebb gave me a sad look, but answer that he didn't. As I opened the fridge he went on explaining how they broke up not that long ago. And how he still had feelings for her and how he was going to ask her to marry him...BLAH...BLAH...BLAH. I kind of drowned him out at that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I continued to look through the fridge and found some Bar B-Qed Scurrier. I was about to take a leg off the plate, when I spotted something even better: Raw Bantha steaks . I don't know why but I picked up a little chuck and popped it in my mouth. And surprisingly it was rather good...Alittle salty but good. So I grabbed an even bigger piece. I closed the fridge and realized Zebb was still talking. I munched on the raw meat and pretended to listen to him. Instead I was thinking some pretty&lt;em&gt; naughty &lt;/em&gt;things about him and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I remember him saying something about how he liked it rough and she didn't.... And that's the last thing I remember... Untill I snapped out of it. I came back to myself and found myself on top of  Zebb and drenched in water. Apparently my hormones took over , and I launched myself at Zebb. I pushed him off the chair and pinned him to the floor. I then proceeded to claw and bite him. One of the droids heard Zebb's cries and came to help. The droid dumped a bucket of water over me and that's when I came too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was so embarrassed. I jumped off him and tried to help him up. He pushed me away and told me to get away from him. I told him I was sorry and that I had a good explanation for my little out burst. But he took off running before I could say anything more. He stopped at the door way and said he was going to leave, that he didn't like this kind of abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was so upset, but what could I do. However Holg spied him hurrying back to his room and stopped him. I guess Holg talked to him and told him about my little problem. Zebb kind of understood because he came to my room (with Holg) and asked if was true. I told him it was. He thought I was trying to kill him or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He told me he would stay and help out with whatever that needed to get done. All I asked for was to be locked up in my apartment and have only droids serve me. I then asked him if he was ok...from the scratches and bites. He said he was fine. The scatches didn't cut through the skin and the bites drew some blood, but not much. As he said this he had alittle smile and a twinkle in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll have to tell him later that I don't want to mate with the crew members. I also have to thank Holg. Well I might as well go. Maybe I'll catch up on some reading or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohh by the way since I'm stuck here in my apartment I will be sending out droids and spy probes to track down and watch my potential mates. They will be recording alot of data...well at least, hopefully alot of data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-113022448933285288?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/113022448933285288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=113022448933285288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113022448933285288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/113022448933285288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/alittle-to-rough.html' title='Alittle to Rough'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112996631887602255</id><published>2005-10-22T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:38:41.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Mates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok... I have a small problem. I need to mate with in the next couple of months, Or else.....Ummm I'm not sure what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I don't understand how this can be happening to me. My doctors on Neptonian told me I would never be able to mate. They told me that since almost my whole body is a machine I would never go into Polixy ( I mean in season...or whatever.) But I guess they were wrong. Normally if I was still on Neptonian (and if it was still around) I wouldn't have to worry. You see we normally wed between the age of 50 and 100. So once we reach Polixy we already have our mate . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There is a plant that can be ground up to form a powder -that can be mixed with water and taken to over come Polixy. The only problem is that that plant is only found in the remote forests on Neptonian. So no luck on doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The only thing I can do is find a potential mate...or lock myself in a padded room for like a month, until it's over. I'm just wondering if I will be able to mate normally. I do have all the women parts, if you know what I mean. There was studies done to see if mating while joined will help with Polixy. They found it successful only if they were attracted to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I have done some research to find potential mates and they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lets see I found some jedi that a very strong with the force so they may make good potential mates. They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Anakin Skywalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mace Windu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now I have only met these fella's once while going to see the Chancellor. All seemed very nice and polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then there is Chancellor Palpatine himself...alittle old but still good potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;There is also Fluke Starbucker. He did help save me and I did cure him, so he may help me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then there was that cute little Gungan that ran into me...Literally. I believe his name was Jar Jar Binks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I met Count Dooku, he was thinking about putting a McDooku's on the ship. He seemed to be a decent ol' chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;There is also General Grievous. He may be made of metal but I believe he has a soft heart...so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;There was also this little Jawa I met on Tatooine, and I believe I saw him in the mall the other day with this ghost. I think his name is Jawa Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;That brings me to that ghost- I think I heard JJ call him Qui-Gon Jinn. Now a ghost might be hard to deal with ... being trasparent and everything. But if need be, I think we can work something out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then there is Zebb Loxi...I have already expressed what I thought of him earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well there you go, these are my potential mates. Everyone of them as decent qualities, now to find the right one. Well I have some research to do, so bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112996631887602255?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112996631887602255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112996631887602255&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112996631887602255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112996631887602255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/potential-mates.html' title='Potential Mates.'/><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112992128566555521</id><published>2005-10-21T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:01:25.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new co-captain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I finally went over the job applicants for the co-captains job. There was a few potential applicants, and it was really hard to choose just one. But I did it and here he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/movie_sm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/movie_sm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is a Klatooinian and his name is Zebb Loxi. He has all the right qualifications for this job. He has experience in being a captain and knows how to deal with a busy schedule. He also takes orders pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also being perfect for the job, he seems to be a great guy. He is easy going and very funny, he also has some great ideas for the ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plus just look at him, he is gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huuummmm....I wouldn't mind a bit of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uhohhhh ....Ummm... I have to go.. I think I have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112992128566555521?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112992128566555521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112992128566555521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112992128566555521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112992128566555521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-co-captain.html' title='My new co-captain'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112974883420967085</id><published>2005-10-20T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:50:37.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bomb Threat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I have had a minor set back today. While I was going over some paper work, I got a call. I'm not sure who the call was from, but they stated that there was a bomb on the ship. And that if we didn't stop with the work on the ship, it would go off. I panicked and started to evacuate everyone off the ship. After everyone was off, I called the Coruscant Bomb Squad. They came and brought special equipment to help find any kind of bomb, big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They went through the ship room by room, floor by floor. They didn't find anything at all, and gave the all clear. However, everyone was alittle scared to go back in. So I gave them all the rest of day off, and told them to be back first thing in the morning. I also canceled all the meetings and job interviews that I had scheduled for the rest of the day. Not having anywhere else to go, I along with some droids went back to the ship. I wasn't to scared....well maybe alittle....OK I'm very scared. I don't know who would want to destroy the ship. I just can't understand WHY. At least I know the voice behind the person who's been sending the hate mail to me. Or at least I think it is the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just glad I had that meeting with the Chancellor yesterday. I wanted the approval to set up a kind of force field for the ship. And not any kind of force field, the same kind we had on Neptonian. You know, the kind where nothing is allowed through not even the ships. I know the design by heart and all I have to get the material to build it. I will also have to design special taxi shuttles that have an encrypted code to get through the shield. All I need is a ship that can be used as a kind of docking bay for the visitors ships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have it all worked out. The visitors will have to dock on the other ship, then take a taxi to the resort ship. This will help alot with the security. Because now everyone will have to go through a security check point at both places. Then no one has to worry about bombs or weapons aboard someone else's shuttle. I know people and aliens won't like the tight security but it's a must when I want to keep a peaceful ship. Also, once aboard no one has to worry about being harmed by someone else from the other side. They will be able to have a relaxing vacation, and for once not have to worry about the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I also asked the Chancellor if it would be at all possible to open up the ship to the general public. I was thinking since there is a mini mall, a night club, a spa, a bowling ally, a hover rank (which I will be building in the old docking bays), and many other things to do- that maybe the public will enjoy a day at the resort. And if they wanted to stay all they would have to do is get a room in the hotel section. The Chancellor told me he would talk it over with a few people and let me know in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I want to go, I think I'm going to take the night off and go find some fun on Coruscant. I think I need it, it's been a long/busy week and I think some time away from the ship will do me some good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112974883420967085?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112974883420967085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112974883420967085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112974883420967085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112974883420967085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/bomb-threat.html' title='The Bomb Threat.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112970474520218854</id><published>2005-10-19T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:52:25.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Holg here. Noel was telling me about this tag thing and I thought it would be cool to do. And right now is a good time because she's in another meeting with the Chancellor. We have been so busy getting this ship ready. I think it will still be another couple weeks before we're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But ohh well, No worries, It will be open to the public in no time. Well here I go with tagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where was I 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was owned by family and they used me as a babysitter and housekeeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I 5 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was sold 2 years earlier, after the families kids grew up and they had no use for me. I was then owned by a spice smuggler. He used me as the transaction dealer. Not a fun job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I one year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't remember a year ago since I was shut down after a bust and the spice ring I was in. However, I believe I was stored away as evidence, and then sold to a Jawa on Tatooine. Where Noel found me, did some reprogramming, and started me back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday I was helping Noel. I schedule her meetings and job interviews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I also helped with some of the painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well since I don't/can"t eat this question is invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 songs I know all the words to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well actually I know all the words to every song, ever made. So to pick only 5 would be pointless.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 places I have ran away to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. My room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ummm... That's about all. I am a droid and have to follow orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 items you will NEVER see me wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Clothes of any kind, unless Noel wanted me too, then I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Deodorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Any kind of body sprays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 biggest joys in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Noel's ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Being owne.....errr.......Friends with Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Just being here with Noel, it's great I have never had a owner/friend like her before. She lets me do what I want, on my time off, like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3 ( why 3 and not 5, I don't know.) of my most favorite toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. My paint, paint brush and easel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Well when I was living with the family they had all kinds of toys and games. I liked playing with the kids and one day they let me try their hover-board, it was so cool. I loved it so much the family bought me my own. Even though I don't have in any more I have to say that was one of my favorite toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. This computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well that's all I have. Sorry, I won't be sending out any tags to any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well Noel will be back pretty soon, and I have to get back down to level 8 and help with the painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bye....Holg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112970474520218854?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112970474520218854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112970474520218854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112970474520218854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112970474520218854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-it-now.html' title='I&apos;m it now.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112952240475373812</id><published>2005-10-17T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:55:05.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Tag...Who's it now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok I'm fully rested and am feeling great. I have some time before an interview I'm having with some fellow who wants the co-captain job. So I figured I would do this tagging thing before I started this interview. I just hope this guy is as good as he looks on paper. I REALLY need the help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ohhh by the way, sorry Jar Jar for calling you an idiot in last nights post. I was really really tired and wasn't thinking straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where was I 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was completely alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was stranded on Christa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was keeping on eye on the aliens that were destroying my home world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was working on experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was... I believe that was when I finally got electricity installed in my whole home-by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I 5 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was completely alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was stranded on Christa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-The aliens left and I had shot down one of their medium sized shuttle crafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Killing the monster inside with my bare hands--getting alittle revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Fixing the shuttle and teaching myself how to fly it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Working on experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I one year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I was completely alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Two years into my trip between here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Working on experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where was I yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ohhh lest see where to start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had given around 60 job interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had called about 200 beings-some who needed a translator, about references.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had 3 meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had to approve the color of the rooms that were to be painted on the 6th level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had to go over the ships main dinner hall menu with Doug... Yes Doug, he is an excellent chief. I made him the ships head chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had to check on the progress of the indoor garden. Which is a bit of a mess right now. Their laying down cement for the waterfalls and stream. Then once it dries in comes the dirt. They have already layed the under ground watering system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I had to work on the schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I went threw some paper work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is that enough or you want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. The mint Galaxy Girl Cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. The peanut butter Galaxy Girl Cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Babble Berry Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Green Moss Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Neptonian Mix--&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mix of nuts and dried fruit that was found on my planet. True I haven't eaten this for like 100 years but I really enjoyed it...  when I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 songs I know all the words to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Happy Birthday...&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess it's a universal song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Merry Neptmas....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ummm a holiday on our planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Neptonian the Beautiful....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our planetary Anthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Go You Halvers GO GO. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our academy's sports team fighting song. Yes after all these years I still remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. One World...One Galaxy.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Actually this song has no words. One of my friends is/was a song writer and loved to write and perform songs. He would write the music then the lyrics...He finished the music and was working on the words before the invasion. He never got to finish it. However it was a very beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 places I have ran away to? I made a revision on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Christa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Melax..&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another of Neptonians moons but not as big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Central Park on Neptonian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went there alot as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Neptonians planetary Museum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Same as before, I went there alot as a kid too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. My Labs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's security locked, and it's where I can work on my experiments, in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 items you will NEVER see me wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. A mini skirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have leg implants and kind of want to hide it, if it's at all possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. A sleeveless shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I have arm implants too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Makeup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; With fur and metal its a hard thing to put on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. My hair up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; With only half a head of hair it hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. A bikini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Well for reasons 1 and 2, and because I can't swim, I just sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 biggest joys in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. My ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. This Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Holg... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As a great friend and a life saver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. My experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3 ( why 3 and not 5, I don't know.) of my most favorite toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. My ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. My mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...Using my joining ability and having the ability to move, heal, and harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. My computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5 tags... Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Holg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He wants to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Chelley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;someone's who close to me yet so far away... to see her blog just click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therealme8264.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I know these others have been tagged already but they have yet to do it. So I'm tagging them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. General Grievous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of my new DJs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Commando Rage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; A clone who saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Fluke Starbucker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Human who helped with the rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As Fluke has been Tagged already, Sprok can do it if he wants. Same with Rage, you can let Target or Sparkey do it. And Grievous ...ummm if you want another droid to do it that's fine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well there you go now you have learned some more about me. I have to go I have the interview to do in a couple minutes. So bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112952240475373812?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112952240475373812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112952240475373812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112952240475373812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112952240475373812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/playing-tagwhos-it-now.html' title='Playing Tag...Who&apos;s it now.'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112945152566398347</id><published>2005-10-16T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:20:55.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am so exhausted right now. I haven't slept like in almost a week. I have so much to do to get the ship ready, there is alot of painting, the new garden still needs to be installed, a new super sonic water filter system still needs to be installed in the pool and hottub. Plus alot more- I can't even think straight. On top of all that I have a ton of job interviews and meetings, I have to call up on the references, I still have a ton of paper work to go threw, I have a schedule to work on....ummm what else ohhh yea some &lt;a href="http://mesajarjar.blogspot.com/2005/10/mesa-been-taggen.html"&gt;idiot&lt;/a&gt; tagged me so now I have to do that too---THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But not tonight--Sorry...&lt;em&gt;*yawn*...&lt;/em&gt;I'm so tired right now. I think I'm going to take a hot relaxing bath and then crawl into bed and sleep for like ten hours if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Night guys&lt;em&gt;.....*yawn*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112945152566398347?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112945152566398347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112945152566398347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112945152566398347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112945152566398347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112927445223322198</id><published>2005-10-14T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T03:00:56.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Park Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had a meeting today with a landscaper. I also had alot of other meetings and job interviews today too. But the landscaper had some really neat ideas for the indoor park/garden. I'll show you some of them, now that the picture downloader is working again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Sea%20World%20Water%20Fall2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Sea%20World%20Water%20Fall2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Beer%20Gardens%20Waterfall2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Beer%20Gardens%20Waterfall2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;These here are some waterfalls she done previously for someone's personal ship. I thought it would be a really great to have one or two of these installed in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Pink%20Flower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Pink%20Flower1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/White%20Flower%20Picture1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/White%20Flower%20Picture1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Pink%20Flowers1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Pink%20Flowers1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Bright%20Pink%20Flower%20with%20Dew%20on%20it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Bright%20Pink%20Flower%20with%20Dew%20on%20it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;These are just a small sample of the flowers she can work with and have planted in the gardens. I want alot of flowers in the park/garden because I really love flowers. It reminds me of my home world....*&lt;em&gt;sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Lizard%20Plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Lizard%20Plants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Lizard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;These here are some kind of small lizards that she has worked with before. She says people love seeing these little things running around among the flowers and grasses. They need minimal care and are very hardy. All they need is a few heat rocks to keep warm and they will be happy in their garden home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Cool%20Snail%20Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Cool%20Snail%20Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; This is something called a snail. She told me I could add these to my garden too if I wanted. I think they are cute so I might add a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/ButterFly1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/ButterFly1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And this here is called a butterfly . I love this little creature, and I will definitely be adding this to my garden. She told me there are several varieties of these I can add. Wow, a selection of these little guys, it will be hard to pick. But I really do love this variety with the orange, black, and white- it is so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*NOTE the lizards, snails, and butterflies are not food. They are to watch and admire, &lt;strong&gt;NOT EAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well with that said,  I better go. Alot still needs to be done. Plus I have so much paper work to do on top of a already hectic schedule-I need help. I wish I could clone myself, that way I can get it all done in no time. &lt;em&gt;Seriously---&lt;/em&gt; maybe I can hire a helper for me, maybe a co-captain or something- just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112927445223322198?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112927445223322198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112927445223322198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112927445223322198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112927445223322198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/indoor-park-ideas.html' title='Indoor Park Ideas'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112918788352212067</id><published>2005-10-13T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:58:20.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting with the Senate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well the meeting with Senate went great. They totally loved my presentation that they approved it all-even my idea for building an indoor park. They did want to make some (small) changes- or it was more like an add ons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They want me to create a special meditation room for the Jedi. And have a nice conference room set up for meetings and such. I told them it was no problem and that I would get on it right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did tell them one thing -the two upper levels were to be off limits. That is where I live, my special home. I have my very own HUGE apartment. I will share it with the ships bridge crew and other friends who come to visit. The level under mine is appointed to the rest of the crew-or at least those who want to live aboard the ship. Even the droids are given small rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I explained to them how droids that I own or that work for me WILL be treated like a normal being. If anyone mistreats a droid will be handled the same as if they mistreated a live being. ALL droids will be given days off- if they want. And they will be able to do things anyone else can do, things like hobbies and interests. I told them all about Holg and how he can learn, and how he has feelings, and loves to paint. They thought I was crazy when I was telling them this, but they still agreed to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think they were totally blown away when I told them that my mission with this ship is to bring peace at some level to this galaxy . I explained to them how both sides will be allowed on the ship, and how there will be no weapon allowed on the ship. And there will be absolutely NO fighting. They have to be able to live side by side for the time their aboard the ship. Any anger and hatred anyone has towards someone else, will be left on the docking bays or landing pads. This will be a fun vacation ship...full of fun and relaxation. It WILL be a peaceful ship for both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With that said I was given 10,000 credits to get my ship operational soon. They also given me use of some clones to use for guards and other security purposes and also gave me some different kinds of droids. I asked if I can do some reprogramming on them -they agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So overall the ship is underway of the grand opening. However, I'm still debating the name-which will be announced at the grand opening. I'm also thinking on holding a contest where anyone can buy raffle tickets and have a chance to win a free week stay at the ship. But it's still in the planning stage and I'm not sure if I want to do this yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well this is all I have for now, so I got to go and work on.... stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wait I almost forgot I still have some job openings. I still need a DJ or a Band for the grand opening. I had one fellow show some interest,  but I haven't heard from him in awhile. I also have opening for maids, janitors, a bartender, front desk help, and a few other jobs. I now need a gardener, and some one to help out in a day spa. If interested, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well NOW I believe that is all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112918788352212067?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112918788352212067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112918788352212067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112918788352212067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112918788352212067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/meeting-with-senate.html' title='Meeting with the Senate.'/><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-16756676.post-112910474755650913</id><published>2005-10-12T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T03:14:16.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting with the Chancellor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well I arrive at Coruscant earlier today. I had to meet with the Supreme Chancellor as soon as I got here. He wanted to meet with him first, before going in front of the Senate, which will be tomorrow. He seems to be a very nice person, but I can almost see something evil that he carries deep with in his heart. However, he seems (to me) to be a very decent and nice person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The meeting went really well (I think). I showed him the presentation, I explained to him what I wanted this ship to be. I showed him some pictures- because he was too busy to leave and because the ship wasn't ready yet. He liked everything I had to show him and tell him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He had alot of questions . He wanted to know what the rules were for the ship. I explained to him every area has different rules. The main ship rules were :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. No weapons aboard the ship- There will be a baggage check and a body scan in the main lobby area where everyone is to check in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. No fighting. If you do you will be kicked out no questions asked and no refund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. Everyone is to get along no matter what side of the war you are on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. No using hover boards, skates, or blades in any area unless it's in the hover park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. No stealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are more but I don't want to list them all here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He wanted to know what stores and restaurants I planed on having in the shopping area. So I gave him the list of ones who were interested so far. The stores include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wookie Wonderland- Clothes for the big and tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jawa Jumpers- Clothes for the short and small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Whatnot- a knick -knack store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(what ever the ship name is) Express - sells souvenirs from the ship. You know, shirts that say I've been here, kind of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The restaurants / snack shops so far include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Taste of Tatooine. The main dish is Scurriers and they can serve it in alot of different ways. They fry it, roast it, bake it, broil it, and even bar-BQ it. They have a secret sauce called Tatoo Sauce (very good). They also serve alot of different things to many to name here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Spice and Dice. It's a bakery. They have things things like spiced brownies, regular brownies, cakes, cookies, ect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm working on a proposal for a McDooku's right now but there is no answer as of yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I told him I still have a lot of of shops that are not rented out yet. But I'm not worried, they will all be full in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Palpatine then wanted to know more about me and where I came from. So I told him all about me and my life. EVERYTHING--- Some of the things that I told him I have never told anyone before. Things about my childhood, and how I got the way I am with all the implants. I told him how I got stranded on Crista, and about the attack that destroyed my species. I told him how I lived along for nearly 100 years , and how I built everything I had while there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I then started to tell him all about my species and how we have the ability to join. He was really interested in this joining process, so I decided to show him. I joined with him and showed him what my planet looked like before the invasion. He told me it looked alot like his home world -Naboo. We walked along the main street and pointed out my favorite spots. I then changed the scenery to Christa and what my home looked like there, he was very interested in how I made everything. We talk about certain things that I made for awhile, and the I changed the scenery to what Neptonian looked like after the invaders left. There was nothing but dust, chunks of metal and rock, and bones. This is where I had to stop. We split from the joining process and he seemed almost as upset as me. We had to end the meeting there because he had another meeting with someone else. So we said our good byes and I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just hope tomorrows meeting with the Senate goes just as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well I have to go I have to practice my speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112910474755650913?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112910474755650913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112910474755650913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112910474755650913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112910474755650913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/meeting-with-chancellor.html' title='Meeting with the Chancellor.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112893097277889623</id><published>2005-10-10T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:20:05.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attractions part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've gone through most of the applications and called up on the references. But there is still a lot to do before this ship is operational. I have picked up a few beings from Tatooine to help out with painting and cleaning. I have to head over to Coruscant to get some paper work to get proper licenses to operate this resort ship. Maybe I can pick up some more helpers along the way. There are still a lot of jobs available and a few shops and restaurants for rent -if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised I will show you some more pictures of inside the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/inside-empty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/inside-empty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This here is a green house, it's used to grow plants. I plan on expanding it into a very large room that is located right next to this room. I want to make it into an indoor park. Maybe create a little stream and grow different flowers and other plants. Then everyone who comes aboard can enjoy it. I may also get certain small insects and maybe birds to live in there. Then it will seem more like a park on some planet and not a room on a ship. I will have to get it approved and get the proper permits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/library21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/library21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the library as you see it's fully stocked with the actually paper books. There are tables with holo-net hook ups behind me. Everyone will be allowed access in here but is not allowed to take the books off the ship. I have already started to install sensor chips in the books that will set off an alarm if someone tries to take one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/rooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/rooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/hotel_gran_hotel_costa_rica_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/hotel_gran_hotel_costa_rica_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Hotel_Terrazas_del_Lago_rooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Hotel_Terrazas_del_Lago_rooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;These are a couple of the rooms we have aboard this ship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Bathroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Bathroom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/bathroom_sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/bathroom_sink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And these are a couple of the bathrooms that are in the very nice suites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.......................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all the time I got for tonight. Plus I am having a little trouble posting the pictures. I think I may have a virus or something in the computer. I may post some more if I can get it to work better. But anyway I need to make some calls and go over a lot of paper work. I also have to check on the progress of the painting and cleaning. I leave for Coruscant first thing in the morning. So much to do and not enough time in the day to do it. Luckily I don't need sleep-but most of my employees do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112893097277889623?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112893097277889623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112893097277889623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112893097277889623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112893097277889623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/attractions-part-ii.html' title='Attractions part II'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112876143191434775</id><published>2005-10-08T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T04:30:07.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attractions.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to show all of you some pictures of the attraction on my new ship. I have only posted a few pictures tonight because I still have a lot of applications to go though. I will be posting more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/EC%20at%20RPI%2019%20-%20RPI%20bowling%20ally1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/EC%20at%20RPI%2019%20-%20RPI%20bowling%20ally1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the bowling alley. The balls and shoes are available. There is also (not pictured) a game room for the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/Climbing%20Wall-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/Climbing%20Wall-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you enjoy rock climbing you will enjoy the Rock Wall. It has an area for the beginner and a area for the experts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/gym1a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/gym1a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you are into exercising the ship has a large exercise facility . An athletic director will always be available for questions. This area also includes (not pictured) a boxing ring and all the equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/indoor_pool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/indoor_pool1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This here is the pool. Very nice isn't it. There is also a large hot tub and a sauna (not pictured.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/stage%20empty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/stage%20empty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The ship includes a very large night club. This is the stage in the night club. It would be perfect for any band, DJ, or live performance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/1600/bar_empty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/150/1442/320/bar_empty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the bar at the night club. As you see it is already fully stocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well this is all I got time for tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112876143191434775?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112876143191434775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112876143191434775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112876143191434775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112876143191434775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/attractions.html' title='Attractions.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112857920833663511</id><published>2005-10-05T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:57:26.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP WANTED.---WANTING TO BUY DROIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need help. I think it would be cool to open up my ship to the public. The problem is I need help, so I'm sending out this add in hopes I'll have a few responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Help Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a new resort ship opening up and is looking for employees. Jobs include but are not limited too-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiters, Waitresses, Dishwashers, Bartenders, Janitors, Maids, Housekeepers, Lifeguards, Tour Guides, Day Care Helpers, Cooks, Security Guards, Any type of Law Enforcement, Desk Clerks, Cashiers, Athlectic Director, Doctors, And many many more. If you are interested please contact me. There are many more jobs available. So if you want a job and it's not listed in the list, just ask and I'll see if it is available. Also contact me if you have any questions of pay, or vacation, or any other matter that you may be wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will also need a group of volunteers to help get the ship ready. Jobs would include cleaning, painting, ect. This will be clearly voluntary, but if you're interested you will get a free room , free food, and free use of the facilitys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will need four references and previous job records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm also looking into buying or trading droids. Any type of droid will work because reprogramming is not a problem. As of the moment I can't buy the droids. I am however, willing to let whoever give me there droids a free night (or longer) stay at the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm also looking for beings who want to open up there own little shop or restaurant aboard the ship. There will be a rent due for the shops. I also need a Dj, or a Band, or any other live entertainment (no not strippers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If you are interested in any of these job opportunities Please Contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok guys how is that. I hope this add works. I really do need help getting this ship operational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112857920833663511?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112857920833663511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112857920833663511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112857920833663511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112857920833663511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-wanted-wanting-to-buy-droids.html' title='HELP WANTED.---WANTING TO BUY DROIDS'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112849760887245874</id><published>2005-10-04T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:00:38.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new ship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well we made it to Tatooine and I got all my stuff out of storage. I sold or traded some items for some furniture and other little stuff. We then ran into this guy named Doug. Holg knew him, he told me Doug hitched a ride with him when I was in the coma. Doug asked us if he could come along. He and his (girl) friend split up and now he wants off Tatooine. So we now have three members on our ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As for the ship, I told you how awesome it was, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well as I searched a few more areas and levels I found it to be....Unbelievable. This ship I think, used to be some sort of resort ship. It has a lot of different room. Different styles and sizes, it has rooms that are big and have big .....well everything, almost as if there are for large beings like the Wookies. It also has small rooms, meaning it has small everything, maybe for beings like the Jawas. It does has a lot of average size rooms too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well besides a lot of rooms, it has a large swimming pool with a hot tube and a sauna. It has a exercise room with the equipment still in it. There is what looks like a night club, it has pool tables, a dance floor, stage for a band or a DJ, and has a bar. There is even a whole level that looks a lot like a mall. There are little shops and restaurants (however everything is closed up). I found a sport type area, with a large field and even a rock wall. Then there is the library and greenhouse like I said in last nights post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This ship is huge and has everything....I think I found my new home. Now if I can get others to stay or visit it would be perfect. Maybe someday I'll open it up as a resort ship, but for right now I don't have the crew or the money to do it. However if anyone wants to stay for awhile to would be ok just don't expect room service or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well I got to go, there is still alot of stuff that needs to be unpacked and organized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112849760887245874?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112849760887245874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112849760887245874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112849760887245874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112849760887245874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-ship.html' title='My new ship.'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112840808275697108</id><published>2005-10-03T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T02:24:24.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Tatooine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow I'm so bored right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have left for Tatooine early this morning. And there is nothing to do. Holg is busy navigating the ship and I'm trying to decide what rooms I want to use for what. This ship is like 10 times bigger then my old ship. The rooms are huge (well most of them are) and it's got one very nice bathroom (well actually it's got four). But the one that joins a large room that I'm using for my bed room, is so awesome. This whole ship is awesome, it's got everything (or can have everything.) It's got a room with shelves (library), a room I can use to grow plants, a huge kitchen with a dining area next to it, a living room, several rooms I plan on using for my labs, several extra bed room for my droids and guests. Holg already picked his room. I will be showing pictures of it once I get to Tatooine and get my stuff , including my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I still can't believe the Major just gave me this ship. He said they got it for some royal family for helping save their daughter. And the army has no use for it because it don't have much for fire power, they were just going to sell it. But they decided to give it to me instead, for giving them some information on the Geonosians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But right now there is nothing to do. And we are not going to get to Tatooine until tomorrow night. So I'm sitting here in my soon to be bed room and thinking how I'm going to decorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well I going to go. There is a whole nother section of this ship I haven't seen yet, I'll keep you posted on what I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112840808275697108?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112840808275697108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112840808275697108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112840808275697108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112840808275697108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-tatooine.html' title='Back To Tatooine.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112823782693530341</id><published>2005-10-01T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:29:08.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The starting of a new life.</title><content type='html'>Good news, I got a new ship. Major Blast offered me it for any information that I had on the Geonosians. I myself had nothing because of the coma I was in. But Holg had a lot of information. He is equipped with the ability to record any memories he has. So he recorded all conversations and anything else that may be of any use, onto a holo-disk and gave it to the Major. He also gave the Major some papers and medical records that he got after he apparently killed a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There must have been some very important information on what Holg gave him because he was really happy. I still don't feel right helping out with the war, but those Geonosians nearly killed me and Holg. I believe they are going to get what they deserve. But I still want nothing to do with this war -I just want some payback.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well to move on to another subject. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I got a ship, I can leave. But I'm not really sure where to go. I need to go back to Tatooine to get my stuff but then where do I go . I heard Naboo was very nice or I could go visit Rage and his buddies on Coruscant. Or maybe I'll just go where my ship takes me. I just don't know, I have some credits but not that much. And my crew only consists of me and Holg, at least until I get to Tatooine. Then I will be able to build some new droids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhh I miss doing my experiments and building things. Maybe I can do some maintance work on droids and other stuff. Or build new ones and sell them...Good way of getting some extra credits. There is also my job as a doctor. Maybe I can do that too. The options are endless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hey if any of you need help with anything from a broken toaster to a broken arm, I can help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112823782693530341?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112823782693530341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112823782693530341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112823782693530341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112823782693530341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/10/starting-of-new-life.html' title='The starting of a new life.'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112815587953100877</id><published>2005-09-30T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:15:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluke is healed.</title><content type='html'>Well after a closer look at Flukes little problem I found it to be not that bad. All it took was some secret ingredients I found around the base mixed up, add some water and moisten a cloth to put over his eyes. I left the ear open so they had a way to escape. I told him to lay down with the wet cloth over his eyes for a couple hours with his blaster helmet on. He must have fallen asleep because he woke up and felt really, really good, &lt;a href="http://fusethesporesfluke.blogspot.com/"&gt;See&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's all happy and everything, now that he can see and hear again. He and the others left to go out to some party tonight. Fluke is celebrating his good health and the troopers are celebrating the beginning of a well deserved vacation. ME I'm sitting here with Holg enjoying the piece and quite. We all have been staying at the base with Rage and his buddies. I plan on leaving SOON, I can't stand living with a bunch of guys. They are pigs and expect me, being a lady/ droid to clean up and make dinner. And another thing that really bugs me is they never put the toilet seat down. Just last night I almost fell in (Disgusting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start to look for my own place tomorrow and maybe see about getting my old job back. Unless I find something better. I can't leave Kamino yet since I don't have a ship any more and all my belongings are on Tatooine. So I'm stuck here on Kamino with nothing more then Holg and some credits and the cloths on my back. But hey I have made it with less, so it's all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask the guys for some help but they have done so much for me already, that I could never ask them. I'll be back on my feet in no time, just you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to finish this book so I talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Holg says HI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112815587953100877?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112815587953100877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112815587953100877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112815587953100877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112815587953100877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/fluke-is-healed.html' title='Fluke is healed.'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112807039517618980</id><published>2005-09-29T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T03:53:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone I'm back among the living. I'm still pretty weak and have been having troubles with some mixed wires in my arms and legs. But Holg has been working on it and it's getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the troopers that rescued me and they are a great bunch of guys (but not very good singers). We have finally arrived at Kamino, and apparently all my stuff is on Tatooine. I guess we will have to go back so I can help this guy named Fluke who also helped with the rescue. He has a very bad case of mighty-mighty-mightit-bite me. It's so severe that he may lose his eyes. The good thing is I have an extra pair of synthetic robot eyes that I made awhile ago. The bad thing is Fluke will have to go into surgery to get these put in. He might be lucky enough not to need it. I have to look at him tomorrow to find out how bad it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to Tatooine to get my stuff, Holg will have to stay behind to be briefed on what went on when we were on Geonosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting tired and I need to be fully charged before leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112807039517618980?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112807039517618980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112807039517618980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112807039517618980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112807039517618980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112797488711550496</id><published>2005-09-28T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:23:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's awake.</title><content type='html'>Great news guys Noel is awake and well. Sprok had sometime coaxing her out of her coma, but he managed and now she is fully functional. She is really weak, and a little light headed. It will take some time for her to get back on her feet again. The Geonosians didn't do a whole lot of damage to her. A few loose wires in her arms and leg but that's all. She hasn't talked a whole lot, but is happy to be alive and to have such wonderful people takeing care of her. She is also impressed that I kept her blog going while she was out. She will get back to it once she gets a little stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. We should be back at Kamino tomorrow. We would have been back tonight but with all these stupid school zones we keep getting held up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Those trooper don't know how to hold their liquor, a few drinks and they are out cold. At least all the singing has stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112797488711550496?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112797488711550496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112797488711550496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112797488711550496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112797488711550496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/shes-awake.html' title='She&apos;s awake.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112788825920973712</id><published>2005-09-27T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:15:24.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting.</title><content type='html'>Well we have left the orbit of Geonosis and are heading to Kamino. I wanted to go to Tatooine to get Noels stuff, but Rage (the head trooper) said there wasn't enough room on his ship for all her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprok has been working on Noel for sometime but keeps on getting interrupted by all the singing. He says by the time we get to Kamino she should be awake. He has talked to her (in the mind) and she says she's not sure she is ready to wake up yet. She says it is peaceful and there are no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully Sprok will be successful in waking Noel. That way Fluke can get some help with his infestation of mighty-mighty-mightit-bite me. I am getting sick of hearing those three little mouths chattering and Flukes big mouth complaining about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there they go again with that stupid song-"99 Bottles of McDooku Brew on the wall".&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH please help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112788825920973712?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112788825920973712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112788825920973712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112788825920973712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112788825920973712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting.'/><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112780519880400994</id><published>2005-09-26T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:16:08.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued</title><content type='html'>You wouldn't believe what happened to me today. I was rescued and so was Noel. I can't believe it, it is so amazing. I guess Chad had gotten off Geonosis and found help after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further I'll tell you what has happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before night fall I was lead out to the arena and chained to a pillar. I was feeling... Well nothing actually. Since I had shut down everything but the basic systems. As I was being chained to the pillar I heard what sounded like blasters going off in the main entrance way. I just figured that the beast was getting out of hand. Just then three troopers ran out and into the arena. They looked like they were lost and were not supposed to be there. They started to run over to me to take shelter. That was when I noticed that one of the troopers was carrying Noel. I couldn't believe it, she was still unconscious but she looked like she was still in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got over to me and I said excitedly "You've rescued Noel. Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;One of the troopers acted really surprised and asked if I knew her. I was like yah I do, she is my friend and my master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said "Your coming with us " and he used his blaster and freed me from the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I was free that I started to look around at my surrounding. The stands where thousand of Geonosians once sat now were empty. I turn and was about to thank the trooper when I heard a loud snort coming from the main entrance. We all turned and looked at this huge beast with three horns on its head charging at us with a very angry look in its eyes. Then all of a sudden this ship lands right behind us and I'm pushed on by the guy caring Noel. He hands me Noel and I take her and lay her on the floor of the ship. Then two of the troopers climb aboard as the third one runs towards the angry beast. Just then there is a very loud boom and a very bright light. And once the dust and smoke cleared we saw nothing more then bits and pieces of the trooper and the beast in a large crater created by the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hovering for a few minutes and I was starting to wonder why. Just before I was going to ask, two more guys came running out of the entrance. Well actually it was more like one was running and the other was stumbling around like he couldn't see where he was going. We flew over and picked them up. One of the guys had on a blaster helmet and was saying he couldn't see and it hurt so bad. One of the troopers had asked what was wrong with Fluke( Name of guy with blaster helmet). Flukes friend (Sprok) said that the mighty-mighty-mightit-bite me had multiplied and attacked his other eye. I told him Noel may have a treatment for it and may be able to help ...if she wasn't in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the planet. We decided that we would remain in orbit of Geonosis hidden behind a moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had gotten Noel set up in the medical center along with Fluke, who had to be given some pain medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on looking at this Sprok guy and I know I have seen his type before. Then it hit me, I remember Noel showing pictures of the Vulcans and telling me that they have the same mind joining powers she does.And Sprok was definitely a Vulcan. So I ran over to Sprok and told him that if he wanted to save his friend Fluke he would have to save Noel first. I suggested that he try joining with her to bring her out of the coma. With alittle persuasion from Fluke, he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we sit and wait and see if Sprok is successful in bringing Noel out of her coma. I hope it works. And so does Fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what happens later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112780519880400994?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112780519880400994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112780519880400994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112780519880400994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112780519880400994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/rescued.html' title='Rescued'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112772231533810929</id><published>2005-09-25T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:16:32.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Well my execution was rescheduled because of the animal they were going use had gotten really sick. They think it was something it ate in the last execution. They did had have others but they were killed and they haven't gotten any others in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the Reek ,or was it the Nexu (I can't remember) is all better, and now they can start the executions tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is it, this is my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights flicker and then turn off completely.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Seconds later the emergency lights come on. They only give enough light to barely make out the key on the pad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, the light just have gone out and I can't see very well right now so I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112772231533810929?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112772231533810929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112772231533810929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112772231533810929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112772231533810929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-goodbye.html' title='Final Goodbye'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112807028404067716</id><published>2005-09-22T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T03:51:24.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone I'm back among the living. I'm still pretty weak and have been having troubles with some mixed wires in my arms and legs. But Holg has been working on it and it's getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the troopers that rescued me and they are a great bunch of guys (but not very good singers). We have finally arrived at Kamino, and apparently all my stuff is on Tatooine. I guess we will have to go back so I can help this guy named Fluke who also helped with the rescue. He has a very bad case of mighty-mighty-mightit-bite me. It's so severe that he may lose his eyes. The good thing is I have an extra pair of synthetic robot eyes that I made awhile ago. The bad thing is Fluke will have to go into surgery to get these put in. He might be lucky enough not to need it. I have to look at him tomorrow to find out how bad it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to Tatooine to get my stuff, Holg will have to stay behind to be briefed on what went on when we were on Geonosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting tired and I need to be fully charged before leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112807028404067716?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112807028404067716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112807028404067716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112807028404067716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112807028404067716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112744013632570723</id><published>2005-09-22T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T02:33:05.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>Well this is it, tomorrow is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up hope for rescue hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe this, I just can't......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I give up, I failed in keeping her alive. I killed her, it's my fault....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of doing this anymore, nobody cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thows the hand held computer device across the cell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112744013632570723?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112744013632570723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112744013632570723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112744013632570723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112744013632570723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112736969415778242</id><published>2005-09-21T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:18:03.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>I'm sending out an S.O.S. to anyone who may receive my transmission. This is urgent. Now I don't know if Chad made it back to Kamino. As far as I know he could have been killed while trying to leave this planet. We need help. PLEASE SEND HELP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all that happened today since there is nothing else to do in this holding cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right after I got done sending out my last post a doctor came in and told me that he needed some medical records of Noels and asked me if I would go get them. I was reluctant to leave Noel alone but I figured a few minutes away wouldn't hurt anything. So I left to go get the records from the ship. When I got to were the ship was supposed to be it was gone. All that was left was some papers and chunks of metal laying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me, this doctor asked me to go get some records that they already have. And now without me in the room they could be doing anything to her right now. I ran back to her room as fast as I could only to find it empty. I was gone for only eight minutes. And she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to freak out I ran around the place looking for that...that...DOCTOR. I found him in doctors lounge eating. I ran up to him and asked him where Noel was.&lt;br /&gt;He was like "She should be in her room."&lt;br /&gt;I yelled "NO...NO she's not, Don't play dumb with me I know you moved her. NOW where is she."&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said "I don't know where she is."&lt;br /&gt;I yelled " YES you do know where she is, NOW TELL ME." I then picked him up by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;He gasped "We moved her to another part of the facility, where she can be monitored better."&lt;br /&gt;I said "Then where is she."&lt;br /&gt;He gasped "I can't, They need to study her without you getting in the way."&lt;br /&gt;I yelled "TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, TELL ME NOW." I started to squeeze and shake him. I kept on repeating that over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was trying to say something but I was squeezing to tight, and then I heard a loud snap and the doctors body went limp. I realized that I killed the doctor and I didn't care, it actually felt pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the body on the floor and looked through some papers that were sitting in a folder on the table. I was trying to see if any of them said anything about where she was moved too. I found nothing , except some records about them using this drug that kept her in that coma. By that time I was so mad and upset. I would have killed again if I had the chance. Which I didn't because when I left the room there was this whole group of battle droids out side. They put some restraints on me and lead me to this here cell. I didn't give them much of a fight. I figured what's the point they won, they got what they wanted. I'm so mentally drained right now I really don't care about anything. Why should I care if they destroy me I'm just a simple droid. But Noel, Noel is a living breathing being who don't deserve to die. She never did anything wrong to anybody. She don't deserve this. And it's all my fault that this happened to her. That why I'm sending out this S.O.S. so that maybe someone will get it in time. Before they destroy her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SOMEONE HELP HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has a couple days before they start to work on her. I remember someone saying it's some Geonosian holiday tomorrow. So with some luck they will hold off on her. Me... If anyone cares to save me I'm to be executed in the beast arena in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were going to do a memory wipe today but they found my security device and couldn't over ride it. But don't worry about me please , PLEASE save her. I'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112736969415778242?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112736969415778242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112736969415778242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112736969415778242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112736969415778242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112728546207781990</id><published>2005-09-20T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:18:32.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those fifthly little insects.</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those fifthly insects took Noels computer. Luckily Chad gave me this hand held computer thing, so at least I can keep on posting. And it's small enough to hide it in my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erased all her important documents and research. I believe she has back up copies that I left on Tatooine. So at least they won't find anything of great use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over heard a couple doctors talking and they want to study her and rebuild her into a deadly droid like Grievous. They can do it too, all it takes is some reprogramming of the brain to make her an evil, killer droid. They did it to Grievous so they can do it to her too. I have even heard that they got an offer for her, if they rebuild her and reprogram her brain, from these guys named Sidious and Dooku . But the insects told them that it might be better to wake her, that way she can make new and improved droids. Luckily the two guys agreed but who knows for how long. They might change their minds tomorrow far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Chad hurries back with help. I don't know how much more of this I can handle. I'm certain every doctor here hates me. I'm just trying to keep her alive and in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go before a doctor comes in and finds this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puts hand held device back into his pocket. And walks over to a window. He looks up into the night sky and says.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhh Chad please hurry back before I lose my mind along with Noel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the door of her room opens and in walks another doctor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112728546207781990?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112728546207781990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112728546207781990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112728546207781990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112728546207781990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/those-fifthly-little-insects.html' title='Those fifthly little insects.'/><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112719806912312987</id><published>2005-09-19T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:20:12.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News....</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh Man I have some bad news. Some VERY bad news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad left early this morning and Noel is still in a coma. I can't believe it he just upped and left with out tell me. Now what am I to do, now they will surly try and take her apart. And then what will happen to me. I'm going crazy. I can't handle this alone. And it's all my fault, I agreed to let them take her. I've killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starts pacing back and forth saying "It's all my fault, I killed her" over and over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stops and looks at the bed where Noel is laying. He realizes he has to do what ever he can to save her even if it means to kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sighs and looks at a piece&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of paper in his hand and thinks "Maybe just maybe, there is still hope." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then sits back down to type.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ummm sorry about that. I lost my mind for a second. I have to keep a clear mind if Noel is to get better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to tell you there may be hope for her still. Chad left a note for me and it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holg I'm so sorry I really have to go back to Kamino. I have to do my final training, then I will become a member of the army.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise I will come back with reinforcements and save you- the both of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to keep a clear mind and don't let anything happen to her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can do this buddy. Keep an eye on her and don't let those fifthly insects get to her ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just lie to them and tell them I'm coming back with a friend who is great at linking minds. And that he will be able to wake her ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do this for me ok and I promise I'll bring help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there is still hope. I just hope the help doesn't arrive too late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I got to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets up and takes the letter over to a candle. With a heavy sigh he proceeds to burn the letter. He lets it burn up to his fingers then drops it on the floor and steps on it. The letter is nothing more then ash on the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112719806912312987?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112719806912312987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112719806912312987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112719806912312987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112719806912312987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-news.html' title='Bad News....'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112710731960020366</id><published>2005-09-18T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:20:44.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help...</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Chad tried to wake Noel and failed. This time he was interrupted by one of the doctors. He told us later that he almost made it. He could almost hear her thoughts, they were mumbled but made out with the words.&lt;br /&gt;"Please help I'm scared"&lt;br /&gt;And that was all he got before the doctor walked in and rudely interrupted the joining process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man if it wasn't for my -Don't do any harm program - I would have slapped that doctor silly. I am getting so worried, she has been in a coma for over a week. And the doctors want to "look" at her brain. I keep on telling them to wait, that she will wake up soon. But now I'm not really sure, I'm loosing hope. I can't lose her ,man this galaxy can't lose her. She has so much knowledge and may be able to cure people from illnesses they thought they never would. And these doctors here know it and want to use her for themselves, to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have Chad try again later and if it fails ....Ohhh I don't even want to think that. He has to leave tomorrow so it better work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go keep an eye on her so no doctors start messing with her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112710731960020366?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112710731960020366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112710731960020366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112710731960020366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112710731960020366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/help.html' title='Help...'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112694264853533214</id><published>2005-09-17T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:37:28.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Well Chad was in the room for three hours . When we went in to see what was going on, he was asleep. After waking him he said he must of fell asleep while trying to join. He admitted he hasn't been sleeping very good and the sounds from the machines must of lulled him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still drowsy and wanted to go back to sleep. So I let him, maybe he will be able to join with her on a fresh mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am keeping my eyes on those filthy insect creatures. They don't do anything to her unless I know what they are going to do to her first. I don't trust them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112694264853533214?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112694264853533214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112694264853533214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112694264853533214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112694264853533214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/failure.html' title='Failure'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112685133868982737</id><published>2005-09-16T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:32:24.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geonosis</title><content type='html'>Well we finally arrived at Geonosis, and from what we have been told Noel's still unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about not posting yesterday but we had to make a pit stop at Tatooine. Doug said he had friends their and was planning on staying with them. I figured it was on the way so we stopped. While there, I had asked this trader how far it was to Geonosis. He looked at me like I was crazy and asked why I wanted to go there. Well, I told him why. He then told me something that completely shocked me. He said that it wouldn't be no surprise if those greedy little insects took her apart to study her. That scared me. He also said if I had anything of any importance to get it off the ship. So I did just that. I found a storage unit and unloaded all of Noel's experiment and some her personal treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did because they are going threw her stuff right now. They told me it was to find things that may help them study her technology better. I told them there was nothing on the ship but some old droid parts, junk, and this computer. I then told them there was nothing on here (computer) but some old memory recordings. I didn't tell them that all her important information is under some secret security codes that even I don't know. The only one she gave me was the one to this post. However, I DID tell them she kept everything in her memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, by the way Noel is still in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to the doctors and they don't have any idea of what to do. They have never seen such technology before. They said that Grievous is their greatest creation and he is nothing compared to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say her body is healthy, no indication of anything wrong. But they say her mind is gone. I explained to them how Chad could help , but they don't think it will work. They said they might have to take her apart and study her to find out what is wrong. I panicked, I told them they couldn't do that and if they tried it may kill her. I told them to give Chad a shot. They wouldn't listen, until I said that if she died they may never learn about her technology. So they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Chad is in her room trying to join with her mind. I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might take some time so I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112685133868982737?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112685133868982737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112685133868982737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112685133868982737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112685133868982737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/geonosis.html' title='Geonosis'/><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112677291278231279</id><published>2005-09-14T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:33:52.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Geonosis We Go</title><content type='html'>Hello Holg still and we're aboard Noel's ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ship is a bit slower then the medical shuttle. We might arrive at Geonosis some time tomorrow. We have a couple extras aboard our little ship tonight. One guy goes by the name of Doug. He came up to us and told us that he wanted off Kamino. He said he would do anything if we would let him come aboard, so we agreed. We also picked up this guy named Chad. He, I believe, was the clone Noel stayed with a couple weeks back. He just heard of Noels accident and was worried about her. He also says he might be able to help her. I'm not so sure about it. I mean, there was some really good doctors looking after her and they can't figure out why she won't wake up. And him, a simple clone, thinks he can help. But ohhh well it's worth a try right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Holg whatcha doing over there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing Chad, just telling some of Noels friends how she's doing. Hey you want to talk for awhile , maybe tell them how you plan on helping Noel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, I have never been good at...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come on its not hard, see just type in what you want to say on here and it appears up there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know how to use a stupid computer ... move over!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok ...I'm going to see what Doug is doing in the mess hall. I'll be right back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fine!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody this is Chad. I know I'm not supposed to leave Kamino until my training is done but when I heard of Noel's accident,I knew I could help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night of the party we talked until dawn. She showed me how to join...It's kind of a mind thing. And it's really cool, we went walking along a very beautiful beach that used to be on her planet. She also told me everything about her. Things about her life . Do you realize she lived on a...&lt;em&gt;What she call it&lt;/em&gt; .. ohhh Christa for like 100 years. She built her own house out of a cave, generated power from an under ground river, built and made everything she had. AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me how her people can use their minds to heal pain and even wake an unconscious person. That's why I'm here, to try and bring her mind back to her body. I don't know if it will work, but I'm going to try. Plus I may be the only one who knows how to join the minds. And like I said before I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a wonderful being, and in the short time we spent together that night, I found a true friend. I would say that I would stay with her, but I can't. My job is to serve the Republic Army, nothing else. And when I'm done here I'll go back to Kamino and finish my training. I realize they won't be happy with me leaving, but I just couldn't let her remain unconscious. I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok , Chad I'm back and dinner is done. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohhh good, I starving."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later , It's dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here you go Holg, it's all yours."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's Holg again, but you know I better go too. I have to supervise our new guests since they tend to make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Holgster where's the ketchup man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" How many time do I have to tell you it NOT to call me Holgster, and the ketchup should be in the back on the fridge."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry man that bottle was all used up earlier."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT!!! That bottle was brand new, just opened!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Well, Chad wanted to see just how far it would squirt and we took it to that far hallway and ...Man it was awesome , it went all the way to the far wall. Dude it was soooo cool."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh* "Did you clean it up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uhhh , sorry man I think I forgot to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahhh geez, Ok , I'll go do it. And sorry there is no more ketchu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;p."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey man, Whatcha doing here anyway."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm talking to Noels friends ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Awww, Cool man can I say hey."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fine but make it quick, your dinner is getting cold."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, Dude."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey to all you fine people out there, What's up. This is Doug . From what I hear Noleys pretty sick and Chad the man plans on helpin her out. Hey Dudes, send her some pretty flowers, She loves some of those pretty flowers. Well dudes, I got to get outa here before Holgster yells at me. See Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy now, Now go eat your dinner."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dude, I can't eat without ketchup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well you should have thought of that before you made that mess in the hallway. And if you don't go and eat now I will make you go and clean it up with THIS." [Holds up a toothbrush.&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You're totally harsh."[ walks away.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" And eat all your veggies."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Awww, Man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have to go now, I'll keep you posted on how Noels doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112677291278231279?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112677291278231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112677291278231279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677291278231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677291278231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-geonosis-we-go.html' title='To Geonosis We Go'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112677272347849560</id><published>2005-09-13T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:26:30.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Noel</title><content type='html'>This is Holg (Noels personal droid) still, Noel is still unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that they contacted doctors on Geonosis and they are sending her there tomorrow. They have a better hospital there, with better technology. They even have a special facility with dealing with organic droids. I think it was Grievous who was built there and the doctors might know how to deal with Noels problem better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me to come along, just because I'm the only one who knows Noels basic maintance care. But I don't feel right leaving all her important experiments and all her other belongings, behind. So I took it upon myself to pack everything, and put it back on her ship. I will then follow her medical shuttle when it leaves in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with the packing and then it has to be loaded on to her ship. I have started up a couple of her other droids, to help. They too are very worried about her, and are mad at me for not telling them sooner. I told them that I have been very busy the past couple days. And that if they helped me pack up her stuff, I'll take them down to see her. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I just hope those doctors on Geonosis can help her. If she never wakes up or even worse... dies, I wouldn't know what to do. She has to be the greatest Master alive....Well you know what I mean. She tells us not to call her Master and to consider her as a friend. She don't give us orders, they are more like chores, she says. And when we are done with our chores we can do what ever we want. Well not anything, their are rules we must follow. Just like any living being has to follow rules and laws, so do we. And the cool thing is we get our own rooms. And we can decorate it any way we like. I like to paint and draw, so my room is filled with my own paintings and drawing. Dane (a cleaning droid) loves animals. Then there is Elly (a pilot droid) who loves to follow the news. And right now everything on the news is about the war and General Grievous. She has every news report taped and every newspaper article that deals with the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to get back to what I was saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel treats us like a living being, with respect... like a friend. And if she don't get better I don't think I can go with another person. Not with all reprogramming I have had. And you know something my memories can't be erased either. She had installed a security device so nobody can. So what memories I have of her stay with me. And I really don't think I can go back to a life where I'm treated like... Well a droid. When I have had such a wonderful life-so far-, with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very good friend and I really like her a lot. And I hate seeing her so sad. And she may not show it around anyone else but she is sad all the time. She has cried almost every night sense I have been activated. She thinks that nobody will ever accept her the way she is. And she's affraid nobody will ever love her. That's why I started buying her flowers and saying they were delivered. Yes it was me and yes I lied to you yesterday. I was still playing along in case she saw the post and got mad at me. But I figure I'll have to tell her now sense I don't know if they have flowers on Geonosis. That is, if she ever gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not right to lie. And I was only going to do it once, but she was so happy the rest of the day. She thought someone loved her. I just couldn't stop myself from getting more the next day. I liked seeing her happy just as much as I hated to see her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get going now. There is still a lot to get done by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holg (Noels personal droid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112677272347849560?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112677272347849560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112677272347849560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677272347849560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677272347849560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-noel.html' title='Moving Noel'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112677257970068230</id><published>2005-09-11T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:22:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holg Here</title><content type='html'>Hello Noel is still in the hospital and she still unconscious . However she does look a lot better, her color has returned and they say her heart rate and breathing are getting stronger. They may be able to take her off life support in a day a or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten a few get well cards and some flowers. She is still getting flowers from her secret admirer. I don't think he knows what has happened to her yet. I asked the delivery droid who the flowers were from. He said that he didn't know. But that someone called  to order them, and that it sounded like the call came from some other system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to talk longer but I just came by to leave everyone a quick message, and I'll keep you posted on how she's doing. I know she would have wanted it that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holg , Noels personal droid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112677257970068230?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112677257970068230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112677257970068230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677257970068230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677257970068230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/holg-here.html' title='Holg Here'/><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16756676.post-112677247843049294</id><published>2005-09-11T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:21:18.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel's In the Hospital</title><content type='html'>I want to tell everyone that this is not Noel, I'm her personal droid. Noel had a bad accident and she is in the hospital right now. I know it's not in my programming but I am really worried. She is still unconscious and the doctors don't know if she will ever wake up. I'll tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was in the kitchen when I heard her yell for me. I figured it was nothing and continued to mop the floor. I then heard ...well her fall down the stairs. I rushed out and seen her laying unconscious on the floor. I noticed she was having troubles breathing and that her heart rate was really weak. I then realized she really needed some help. But I didn't know if I should have contact the emergency crew or the droid maintance crew, so I contacted them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then used the maintance program she had installed me and I started to work on her. I removed the plate in her head and started to look at the wires to see if any were loose, I didn't find any. I then looked at her microchips (NO NOT THE TYPE YOU EAT.) I looked at all her motion microchips and then seen that her main systems microchip was fried. I knew that she had kept an extra one in her lab/spare room so I ran up to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back I noticed she wasn't breathing and her heart had stopped. I was on the verge of panic but kept a clear head. I was in the process of removed the old microchip from her head, when the emergency crew came in. They told me that my job was done and to get away from her. I refused to move because I knew if I didn't get that new chip in her head she would die. One of the crew pushed me aside and mumbled something about stupid droids. I tried to tell him that I needed to get the microchip in her head before she died. He ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were standing over her in wonder. I guess they never seen a organic -droid before. Then they looked at me and gave me a dirty look. One asked if this was some joke, I said no. Then another started to say something about how calling the emergency crew to help a stupid droid was against the law. Then our new next door neighbor came in to see what was wrong. They said it was a false alarm and started to leave. That was when I finally got back to her and installed the microchip, but she didn't start breathing. I looked up and noticed that the neighbor was trying to explain that Noel was a living being with metal implants. They kept on walking out, she then waved her hand and said something I didn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she convinced them because they rushed over and told me they were sorry for not believing me. They gave her CPR and got her heart and breathing going again. This is when the maintance crew came in. I was is shock despite my programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, even me, went to the hospital. And I guess the maintance crew and the emergency crew join up to help her. They asked me some questions about her maintance and such. I showed them how to wire her microchips up to the monitors to keep her alive. The rest of the day was a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now hooked up to life support. There are wires, tubes, and hoses all over. She looks pretty bad:-(&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she wakes up and gets better. Please help me pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go now. I just came back here to get some of her old medical records, and to leave everyone a quick message. I have to get back to the hospital now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16756676-112677247843049294?l=neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/feeds/112677247843049294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16756676&amp;postID=112677247843049294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677247843049294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16756676/posts/default/112677247843049294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/2005/09/noels-in-hospital.html' title='Noel&apos;s In the Hospital'/><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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
