Boba Fett vs. PredatorBoba Fett vs. Predator4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boba Fett vs. the Predator
The galaxy's best bounty hunter goes toe to toe with the galaxy's best game hunter.
Height-1.83 meters (6 feet)
Weight-? Likely estimate is late 100's to early/mid 200's
-constructed from duraplast, allowing it to sustain a great deal of damage without degrading
-wears a power armor liner. This liner shirt has a micro energy field projector and two layers of thin ceramic plates, in order to disperse physical and blast impacts, reducing injuries and likelihood of knockdowns. The power liner also gives him increased protection from fire, acid, intense heat, and cold.
-His main clothing is a reinforced armor mesh battle/flight suit. The inner lining of the suit blocks poisons and corrosives for a period of time
Long-Range weapons: DXR-6 disruptor rifle and jet-pack rocket
-The DX6-6 disruptor rifle produced by the Tenloss Criminal Syndicate. The weapon is so fearsome, it was outlawed by the New Republic. Its could disintegrate matter at the mole
Jedi Code, Sith CodeJedi Code:Jedi Code, Sith Code9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is The Force.
Old Sith Code:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
New Sith Code:
There is no peace, there is anger.
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side.
I am the heart of the darkness.
I know no fear, and I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of the worlds.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate, all the universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness, for I hav found true life in the death of the light.
Dral'kote Beskar'bor'adDral'kote Beskar'bor'ad3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Name: Dral'kote Gotal'yaim Beskar'bor'ad
Alias: Night Stalker
Eye Color: Brown/Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Born at the end of (Year and Event). The child was raised by Mandalorians parents on the planet Ordo.
Trained from the age of 5, he became a skilled technician and shadow warrior.
Training in the battle circle was something he did regularly. Working on his fathers Basalisk War Droid was something he enjoyed greatly.When he turned 16 he was sent into the desert as a test of survival.
Finding his way home no easy task. Fighting the heat, creatures and eventually making it to the jungle and home.
After completing this task, he was able to make his beskar'gam (helmet and armor).
Two years later his parents gave him gifts, after choosing to travel the galaxy.
His father gave him the modified Basilisk and his mother gave him her Verpine Sniper Rifle
Biography: Cin VhetinBiography: Cin Vhetin2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Cin Vhetin (Sin VAY-ton)
Homeworld: Unknown (Not discussed). Mandalore (Adopted)
Born: 27 BBY (Assumed)
Species: Human (Assumed, since he rarely removes his armor)
Height: 5' 11.5'' (1.79m)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Dark blue
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Imperial Correctional Force
Arrival on Mandalore and Early Career (14-9 BBY)
Nothing is known about Cin Vhetin before he appeared on Mandalore around 14 BBY as the trainee of the Mandalorian Rame Omotao. Thirteen years old and already an adult by Mandalorian standards, he usually kept to himself, rarely venturing outside his small group of friends that included Rame, his wife Mia, and a bounty hunter trainee named Brianna. His sudden appearance became cause of speculation and even suspicion among many Mandalorians and he still remai
The rules of lifeThe rules of life, clone/marine style.The rules of life5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rule 1: Kill them before they kill you.
Rule 2: Dont believe what youre told, double check.
Rule 3: Three things you should never believe weather forecasts, the canteen menu, and intel.
Rule 4: Always double estimates. especially for number of enemy units.
Rule 5: Never be completely unreachable.
Rule 6: Always wear gloves at a crime scene.
Rule 7: Always be specific when you lie.
Rule 8: Never take anything for granted.
Rule 9: Always carry a knife.
Rule10: Never leave prisoners together. (makes it easier to escape)
Rule11: Its not stolen, just differently procured. (or confiscated)
Rule12: No plan survives contact with the enemy.
Rule13: Always have a plan B.
Rule14: Theres no such thing as coincidence.
Rule15: Always work as a team.
Rule16: Guilty until proven innocent.
Rule17: Always make sure theyre dead.
Rule18: Its better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
GuiltNo forgiveness to be foundGuilt6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only the chill howl of the wind
against cold flesh, raw heart, dark soul.
He stumbles, blind, tears freezing
as soon as fallen, sobs torn from
his aching, hollow breast.
Roots reach out to seize him
and he crashes to the earth,
a latter-day Lucifer.
Nothing is clear, save his guilt,
the overwhelming guilt in his heart.
He knows he deserves this exile.
He lies, broken, spent,
staring at bloodstained palms
unable to tell in his madness
that the blood is his own.
The wind cuts and burns,
freezes and torments
until it fills the world.
He hears it screaming:
Troll SpeechiTroll Speech5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wuz r33din ur stuf + it iz reli shit.
siriusly, my dad iz lik a propr poet
or sumthin, + he sed it wuz shit 2.
i cn rite beta stuf wiv mi eyes shut, c;
Roses r red, blue flowerz r blue,
i forgot th rest, but im beta than u
Here we see the Common Troll,
homo interwebuli stupidus,
in its natural habitat.
A relatively newly devolved genus,
believed to have once been human,
the Common Troll can be identified
by its lack of intellect,
astounding arrogance and total
inability to identify or tell the truth.
Inexplicably, the Common Troll
population is growing rapidly.
Zoologists are baffled, and fear
that the Common Troll population
may soon outnumber that of the
more intelligent human being.
wot?? r u gay or sumthin???
Moderator: Please do not feed the trolls.
NocturnalI awake as the rooftops turn to goldNocturnal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and watch the crimson sunset into dusk.
I walk beneath the stars, bow to the moon,
unafraid of the darkened, sleeping streets.
My ears grow sharper as my dark eyes dim,
my world is made of shades and secret sounds:
soft whispers from a bedroom; a prowling
felines cry; watching eyes circling above
sirens howling across the miles - not all
nightwalkers are so quiet as I - yet
the gliding hunter is my friend, not theirs.
I smile to hear its hidden metal voice.
Then, as the birds call in the smooth grey light
before dawn, I sleep, and dream of twilight.
Dark VisionStar WarsDark Vision4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Luke Skywalker was having one of those days.
His vision was slightly blurred, but he was walking at a steady pace, not missing a single step in the form of march he had learned. It kept him ready for action without exhausting him too much, while giving him a fair amount of speed.
He could feel the force all around him, in the air, in the ground, beneath his feet. Everywhere. And he felt it so close to him so close almost as if he could reach out and grab it, hold it in his arms.
Luke carried on walking. It was some time in the afternoon, by the look of the sun. He looked closer. No, not the sun, the suns. There were two suns, one of them setting, the other one rising. Almost like Tatooine, Luke thought with a laugh.
Suddenly, he felt very strange. He was walking through the Tatooine desert. Luke thought hard, and suddenly he realized he couldn't remember where he was. Where he had been, was more like it.
He spotted some Tusken Raiders gath
Imperial EntanglementsInside the Imperial stockade on Boshliss were a number of political prisoners of the Empire, from outspoken adversaries of Palpatine, to protestors and demonstrators, to those who simply looked at the wrong pamphlets. Outside of it were two rebels, the Togruta pilot Ranshisi Vec and her partner Nod Rovassta.Imperial Entanglements4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vec, otherwise known as Dodger Four, was a typical Togruta woman, tall and dangerous in appearance with detailed stripes on her tall, thick montrals. Her rich red skin was broken up by patterns of white all over. The bright orange flight suit seemed to be about the least stealthy thing to sneak around in, but it was clearly something that she preferred.
Captain Rovassta, owner of the YT-700 transport Imeille, was a rather scoundrelly Twi'lek. The wily grin on his orange face made him seem childishly mischievous as he leaned around a corner and looked into the base. His lekku twitched and he chuckled before turning back to Ranshisi.
"Two regular stormtroopers," he said, pulling his
ChasingRunning through wastelands of shattered grey mirrors,Chasing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
avoiding the eyes of her thousand faceted reflections
as she stumbles and falls, cutting scarlet grooves
into ash dusted fingers (The only colour in this limbo).
The ground is sharp glass, cruel and unforgiving.
She feels that the very earth opposes her step.
She struggles to her feet; gasping for a breath of
fresh air and breathing only death; and runs ever onwards.
Shes chasing a dream but finding reality.
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
Glass EarthTread softly on thisGlass Earth5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
blue glass earth, lest it shatter
under careless feet.
RegretThere is a hunger in every fibre of her being.Regret5 years ago in Open More Like This
A longing, a wishing, for something she does not
and cannot possess.
She looks behind her, to footprints in the soft,
dark soil, and feels the eyes of the woman she could
have been; watching.
Drawing her hood about her face, head down,
she keeps walking. Always walking. She does not
know where she is going.
She tries to keep her eyes fixed on the earth,
but somehow her eye is always drawn upwards
to the soft blue sky.
She sees the hawks circling, spinning, rejoicing
in their airy liberty. Her bloody hands tremble as
she is consumed by her regrets.
Every day, she is falling, lost, purposeless. Knowing
her destiny, but unable to reach it. Every day, she loses
a piece of her soul into darkness.
Above all else she fears the void.
T I AHelpless. So helpless.T I A5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching out for something, someone.
There has to be a way to stop this.
Willing to stand in front of the tanks
as they come for you.
You do not deserve this,
this fall into hell, alone,
frozen to the core.
Let others warm you.
We would give you a parachute,
but you must open it.
Allow others to help you
I want you to live,
I want you to love,
I want to go back to
the way it was.
And as I pray for you,
old music rises in my soul.
Blood drops patter on red earth.
You slip away.
All that remains are tears,
and a plane soaring into sunset.
This death is not your fate.
It cannot be. This Isnt Africa.
Je ne tabandonnerai pas, mon frère.
Waiting, watchingI sit at my deskWaiting, watching5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch the ice form
crystal cobwebs on the glass,
waiting for your return.
JO:OCName: Jaryin NovaJO:OC1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Place of birth: Nar Shaddaa
Current age: 28
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 246 lbs.
Appearance: Jaryin is tall and muscular. His hair is short and chocolate brown. His eyes are a very light green, almost like fresh leaves on a tree. His legs are very long, that is where most of his height comes from. His arms are long as well and very muscular. He has a tattoo on his back, it is the marking of a slave. And then another which is his name in green, the exact same color of his eyes. He has a scar from his elbow to his wrist from a sword slash on Vulta.
Clothing: Jaryin wears a white shirt with a brown jacket and a light brown greatcoat. His pants are tan with brown streaks on the sides. His boots are an odd shade of black, light black but with an odd tint of brown at the same time. He also has a belt with three holsters, one on the left one on the right and one in the back. He also wears a brown regular hat for some style.
Star Wars Chronicles: Chapter 10Star Wars Chronicles: Chapter 101 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Saes sped forward to the elevators; Conner was on the bottom level with Robert and Jade. Each of his new friends had darted off in different directions to protect this station. Saes respected the leadership of the leader Narek seeing as he had been the only one to achieve it. Even though Drew was his new master in the lightsaber duels he had not done anything yet to prove himself worthy of Kaleesh honor. The skull faced alien was watched by all pirates as he darted by the frantic people, each with their own worries and problems. As Saes came into the elevator men poured from the small tube like animals, it was disgusting to see so called pirates act so frightened. Whether or not Saes cared for these people they would need all the help they could get to repel these Separatists while Narek's ship the Chronicle could arrive, but first Conner would need to get to the top level to contact the ship. Saes was sent to guard this Pirate Lord from the droids when they boarded which would be any
The Twelve - 1Aradia sighed and shifted in her sleep. Her thick black hair was tangled beneath her head and her mind was far away in dreams. Standing beside her friends bed, Pelana smiled at the peace on her pretty face. She felt deeply reluctant to wake Aradia and interrupt that tranquillity by bringing her back to Jarda.The Twelve - 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Finally deciding that Aradia could not sleep the day through, and had to wake sooner rather than later, Pelana reached out a hand and briskly shook the sleeper.
Aradia opened her green eyes slowly, her mind rising from the murk of deep sleep.
Good afternoon. greeted the brunette in a voice that seemed to Aradias drowsy consciousness to be maliciously cheerful. Late night by any chance? You were still working when I fell asleep.
Aradia struggled upright in bed and untangled the furs from around her lithe form.
You have no idea. she said hoarsely, sounding half asleep still. I could see the sky