The renowned Ms. Barkhorn now drinks from the well of the Dark Side.

Now, I know this is inviting the spiel from various other Eyrie works ("Blind we are. Blind we have been") and Word Of G forum posts ("white light and a flame"), but I am still extremely wary of introducing a sorcerous fighter pilot to something as... well, as addictive as the power of the Dark Side. It worries me greatly, and I fear that it might accidentally set off a Jedi Witch vs. Sith Witch schism-cum-civil war that leaves an opening for the Neuroi to attack, in the classic Eyrie action-story tradition of One Damn Thing After Another for our beloved charries to push through with the power of love and deeply questionable excellent taste in '70s and '80s rock music.

I worry, is all. You're the warriors, I'm the worrier. =]

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"She's old, she's lame, she's barren too, // "She's not worth feed or hay, // "But I'll give her this," - he blew smoke at me - // "She was
something in her day." -- Garnet Rogers, Small Victory

FiMFiction.net: we might accept blatant porn involving the cast of My Little Pony but as God is my witness we have standards.