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.
Things I will Risk For You c17Base 41 Agents noticed the helicopter and came to investigate, but upon seeing their superior, the Head of the entire OWCA, they immediately dropped their weapons and stood to attention. Major Monogram said nothing nor did anything but helped get Phineas loaded into the transport. The one thing he did say to the agents was to let their boss know that he had seen the man's work and was not the least bit pleased.Things I will Risk For You c173 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The boys and Perry were immediately transported to the medical wing of the OWCA's Headquarters. There, they were each taken to different areas, depending on the severity of their injuries. Ferb's shoulder was stitched up and so was Phineas' leg; the doctor caring for him wrapped up his ankle and gave him some crutches to use while his leg healed. As for the gas he had inhaled, Phineas was reassured that it was nothing serious, only meant to distract people. The smell was to discourage intruders from pressing onthe doctor suspected that the present of gas as well as its sme
Sol.Terra - Episode 1.1: Terra DayCal stepped into the doorway of his shuttle and raised a hand to shield his eyes. The light on Terra was so harsh, particularly this continent. He reached into his coat and pulled out the tinted glasses and the bio-scanner he carried. Slipping the glasses on, he checked the scanner screen to make sure he had landed in the right place. The readout confirmed it: Sol.Terra, Australia, Sydney. A small blip on the corner of the screen told him the Soschan he’d been sent to find wasn’t far away. Too violent for IU membership, many Soschans had taken to using their unique camouflage ability to emigrate Off-World illegally. This suited Cal just fine, as it gave him an excuse to travel there as well to pick them up.Sol.Terra - Episode 1.1: Terra Day5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pocketing the device, Cal stepped down onto the dry grass and looked out across the small park and at the city properly, his breath coming out in a small whoosh. Balloons and streamers of every colour scattered the park and street. Garlands draped across the lamp posts a
JO:OCName: Jaryin NovaJO:OC2 years 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.
KO: CH14:TakeEmDownpt10NFKO Chapter 14, pt 10KO: CH14:TakeEmDownpt10NF2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out in the Dune Sea
Jax was fighting for his life as he battled four desert wraids! He still wasn't sure what had disturbed them or made the large lizards come directly for him. But they were roaring and snipping at him like he'd found their layer and wanted to rip him apart for it.
He'd taken out his black saber to keep them at a distance and to have a longer reach. Admittedly he was better with his short blades, but he preferred fighting four wraids at a safe distance.
He could still feel Ann, she was half a mile in front of him. He'd felt the force mist she'd sent out a few minutes ago; no doubt knew that he was there. But that wasn't important the three carnivores in front of him needed his full attention.
The one thing that he found rather hard to understand was that they weren't trying to kill him, but they'd surround him and get in his way whenever he'd try to make a break for it. He'd pulled out stun grenades, hoping that it would at least put one of
Nihilus--Part 4Nihilus--Part 43 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He heard the order whispered hollowly on his comm unit, knew and trusted the voice that spoke it. The order was a crushing treachery, but it could spark no more hatred from his already bitter heart. His hand moved to the comm without his awareness and he thought he could hear himself screaming, raw disbelief.
"But we're still down here! We're still down here!"
The order was given again, despite his appeals.
"Activate the Mass Shadow Generator."
Those engaged in life-and-death battles around him stopped as his voice discharged over the landscape like the sudden blast of a gun that had been held to your forehead, the voice of one man pushed with injustice after injustice. Their eyes were bloodshot, dirty with guilt and the lives of the thousands they had murdered, wild with the frenzy of adrenaline and the power of unleashing death's hand to any who drew too near. They could not understand why this man would bother shouting when he could be killing. But they came to understand wh
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
HowlI beat the street out of my lungs. BurnedHowl5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those pages of salvation until the ink boiled red.
When they finally caught me I cursed every soul still on
Their knees and damned the midnight lamps that
bled through two-faced windows. When they told me
“Son, you have nothing to howl about.”, My voice
Became a whisper. In the prison they put us in
There are no bars, guards, or machine gun towers.
People come and go like moths to hellfire.
Like mass extinction and funeral pyres.
Not once did I think about escaping. Until,
The girl in the cell next to mine started screaming. Until
She clawed so deep her arms started breathing. Until
She swallowed that bullet and called it leaving. Until
I finally learned what it really meant to stop bleeding.
I started seeing through the blank pages and white walls.
Underneath it all, different prophets sing the same song.
The greatest minds of my generation weren’t driven to madness.
They were born to it. Their first breaths
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger4 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
War far from home War Far From HomeWar far from home6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Lak waited, fastened to the extremely uncomfortable chair. There was a surprisingly numerous amount of shaking in the drop ship. There with fifteen other men, they were just one of the of drop ships that had come to this desolate battle zone. The humans needed a new planet, so they sent in the Marine Core to give it to them. The beasts on this world were primitive, and seemed easy enough to kill, but if there was one thing Lak had learned in all his years of service, was to never underestimate an alien, no matter how primitive, or how small they may be. So far, they had encountered enemies with psychic powers, and some with the energy to burn a human inside out. Luckily, they did not have a large army, so with numbers they were able to swa