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Star Wars Zed Kamino was under attack. It was the first time I was in a battle, but not as a soldier, as a bystander. We were hard wired and trained to be soldiers here, this was our home. I was trained differently then my brothers the clones after all I am different, I'm a female clone. Once they found out I was compatible with the force, they wanted me to be the first clone Jedi. There was an explosion so logically we'd sound the attack alarm. Seriously though I doubted we were under attack. I spotted 99 across the hall, the old clone, the janitor, was dodging young cadets. "Hey 99, do you know the problem?!" 99 glanced up at me. "Don't kn

None of them have ever seen something so horrifyingly beautiful in their lives. Each Avenger is engaged in their own separate battle, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers Tyr is throwing at them, never quite able to break free to get to Jay.  If Asgard is going to send reinforcements, they can’t do it soon enough.  Barton is back to back with Steve as they try to clear a path but are progressing by inches, not steps.  The Widow and Banner and doing their able best to contain the perimeter of the fighting as Stark zips overhead, picking of strays that the rest of the crew missed.  Thor and Loki oddly enough are working together as they once

Jay wakes up to bright sunshine and Thor’s pacing.  She rolls over in the bed and winces as her head pounds a bit.  Too much went on yesterday.  Ow, her body.  Ow, her brain.  After all of the drama in the throne room after the arrival to Asgard, followed by the drama with Steve, Jay went looking for the training rooms.  She’d found an old training dummy in the back that looked padded enough and after asking some of the warriors nearby if she could use it, she pounds at it until her knuckles cracked and bled.  At first, the warriors had scoffed at her, telling her the training dummy was for kids, but after they watched her beat it

After about ten or so attempts at the Song of Sigyn, Jay was growing tired.  She’d progressed but the steps were so intricate and precise that she kept stumbling and the more exhausted she got the harder it became to get the steps right.  So she decided to call it quits and head back.  Her feet had started to blister so she left her shoes off and pocketed the iPod and headed back towards the citadel.  The sun was setting anyways and she knew she really couldn’t put this off any longer. But when she got to the courtyard, she couldn’t help but stop.  She really didn’t want to go back in there and face angry Avengers and

Jay wakes up slowly this time.  No rush of adrenaline to her system, no sudden jolt straight into a fight.  She lets it happen; feels the muscles slowly lengthen and twitch, ready for a new day.  She wants desperately to stretch her whole body long to get all the kinks out of her sore body.  Her muscles still feel tense but much less so than before.  She wonders how long she slept. Her eyes open last as she surrenders her body.  The long muscles of her back elongate deliciously and she feels good for once, not all tense and wired up.  She blinks a couple of times to adjust her eyes to the fluorescent bulbs above her head. She arches her back

Tyr. The One-Handed God. Tuesday.   Mr. Tuesday.  It was there all along.  Thursday is Thor’s Day, Wednesday is Odin’s Day, Friday, Frigga’s Day.  She should have seen, should have known.  Tuesday.  Tyr’s Day. “I’m amazed you didn’t put it together sooner,” Tyr says, hands spread wide, the thick leathers and pelts he wears moving as he steps out of the crater he has just created.  “Especially you,” he says turning to Loki.  “The Trickster God,”  Tyr says mockingly, “The Sly One.  I guess that card was played so long ago that someone forgot it was left on the tabl