I'm back, I'm back. *everyone hides the tomatoes*

Thanks, defalcon. . .not every day one is asked to join a story I'll PM my prof.



And now, THE PART EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR IN ALL MY POSTS. . . THE END!!!!!!

Just joking. Here goes.



The green-eyed rabbit was what caught the bartender's attention first. Not the rabbit, but her eyes. They seemed to dominate her, command attention immediately. Later he could not even remember her fur color.

She sat alone, sipping meditatively at her drink, completely absorbed in what she was doing. She didn't even notice when she finished her drink or when the bartender came over to see if she wanted anything. He peered over her shoulder at the vidscreen before her.

The vidscreen was about two inches thick, with a square screen and several buttons on the base. A holo was speaking in low tones on it. The bartender moved away. The green-eyed rabbit glanced up and flipped off the vidscreen.

She sat in the shadows, watching the customers pass with something very like dejection. She sighed and looked down at the vidscreen she still held. Once more she played the holo.

A muscular, handsome purple Firenzev appeared. He sneered at her from the screen.

"Saturn, you're dead if you ever return. You're an orphan, y'know that? They've killed your family because you wouldn't surrender. We'll stalk you to the ends of the galaxies. Good luck. . ." The sound died out with laughter.

Saturn turned it off again, shoulders slumping. Of course they'd follow her. Who was she fooling? Her family dead. She couldn't believe it. Maybe she should just turn herself in and get it over with.

No.

"No," she breathed. "I won't give in."

Squaring her shoulders, she stood. Paying the bartender, she fled out the door.

Wandering the dark streets, the pretty auburn colored rabbit pondered her choices. Finally she made up her mind.

"Right. Take the shuttle to Carrotus, find a good, protective job. Make enough to buy a ship, turn mercenary. Or bounty hunter. They can't find me in space."

Saturn headed for her apartment. Looking around, she saw nothing she really wanted to take with her besides her money, a change of clothes and Z'daarin.

Shedding her jade green skirt, she changed into her street clothes - deep blue pants, white long-sleeved shirt with blue anchor insignia. She braided her long straight black hair with blue ribbons and fastened it with white barretts and elastics. Scooping her credits into her pocket, she turned for the final touch.

A sleek, blue and white blaster hung on the wall. A blue anchor on a white shield adorned the handle, and she reverantly lifted it off its hooks. Z'daarin never failed to awe her.

A tingle ran up her arm as she touched it, and she quickly strapped the blaster on. It had been known to take control at the most desperate times, and if she wasn't desperate now she'd never be. She headed for the door and headed for the shuttle compound without a backwards glance.



Oh, and the reason I was so late is I went bushbashing for a week, chasing after moose and caribou and getting alternately soaked and frozen in the meantime Bet you're all jealous, right?