Good Fertilizer by Jane Jinn
Aug. 30th, 2004 11:38 pmTitle: Good Fertilizer
Author: Jane Jinn
Rating:G
Pairing:OC
Link to story: http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1139
Author's e-mail: I have her address but I don't know if she'd like me to post it. There is a link to e-mail on the site of her story.
Reasons for recommending:
This story touched me even though it is totally OC. It's short and sweet and justifies the Agricorp. Wonder what happens to those who join Agricorp after being rejected from further Jedi training. It's not such an unhappy ending at all.
"Now when I die," said Otom Pan, "bury me under the muja trees. I'm good fertilizer, you know."
"I don't want to think of you dying," X!tal said.
"Don't want to do all the work by yourself, you mean," the old Dresselian teased, making the moment easier.
It helped, and X!tal was able to tease back. "Of course not. I've already sent a message to Coruscant. A new Agricultural Corps worker should be here soon."
"Can't you even wait until I'm in my grave before you try to replace me?" Otom exclaimed, straightening a little in mock indignation.
"I always was impatient," X!tal reminded him.
"Yes, you were." Otom shut his eyes briefly, the eyelids all but disappearing in the mass of wrinkles that covered his face. "I remember when you first came here to Vucub-Hunahpu. Impatient, angry at the universe ..."
"I wanted to be a Jedi knight," X!tal remembered. "I felt cheated. I felt like the Temple was throwing me away, like they were banishing me for something that wasn't my fault."
Author: Jane Jinn
Rating:G
Pairing:OC
Link to story: http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1139
Author's e-mail: I have her address but I don't know if she'd like me to post it. There is a link to e-mail on the site of her story.
Reasons for recommending:
This story touched me even though it is totally OC. It's short and sweet and justifies the Agricorp. Wonder what happens to those who join Agricorp after being rejected from further Jedi training. It's not such an unhappy ending at all.
"Now when I die," said Otom Pan, "bury me under the muja trees. I'm good fertilizer, you know."
"I don't want to think of you dying," X!tal said.
"Don't want to do all the work by yourself, you mean," the old Dresselian teased, making the moment easier.
It helped, and X!tal was able to tease back. "Of course not. I've already sent a message to Coruscant. A new Agricultural Corps worker should be here soon."
"Can't you even wait until I'm in my grave before you try to replace me?" Otom exclaimed, straightening a little in mock indignation.
"I always was impatient," X!tal reminded him.
"Yes, you were." Otom shut his eyes briefly, the eyelids all but disappearing in the mass of wrinkles that covered his face. "I remember when you first came here to Vucub-Hunahpu. Impatient, angry at the universe ..."
"I wanted to be a Jedi knight," X!tal remembered. "I felt cheated. I felt like the Temple was throwing me away, like they were banishing me for something that wasn't my fault."