Jedi Code, Sith CodeJedi Code:Jedi Code, Sith Code10 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.
The Jedi CreedIn the century since the fall of the Galactic Empire, the Jedi Order has reclaimed much of its lost strength, rivaling its influence during the days of the Old Republic. But with our rise to power our foes, too, have risen in tenacity. The dark days of the Empire's rule began not with a hostile takeover of the system, but with a rise of power within that system. They chose that wolf in sheep's clothing as their savior, and to strike against him would lose us the support of the very public we would be saving. So we waited. Stayed our hand until he revealed his.The Jedi Creed3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But by then it was too late to stop his machinations, and so we were plunged into darkness and exile.
Never again, we swore. And so we have given birth to, or perhaps resuscitated, an order unlike any other, yet so much like us. Where a Jedi Knight will part a crowd, the Jedi Assassin becomes the crowd. Where a Jedi Knight hunts the dar
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the
Switching Alliances 2Preparation:Switching Alliances 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Revan sighed as she glanced down at Telos. Her emotions were once again clouding her. She wanted to see Carth so badly, more than she ever thought she would. She frowned. "I can't believe that I -- Dark Lord of the Sith -- am dying to see, hear and touch a man on the side of the Republic!" she exclaimed to herself, "But, Carth is just so sweet... I really miss him..."
Revan sighed again and suddenly her memories of her days as Hana arose. She started to think of the first time she laid eyes on Carth, on Taris.
"Master?" suddenly said Bastila, breaking Revan's train of thought.
Revan sighed slightly in relief before replying, "Yes Bastila?"
"We are ready to leave."
"Good... Carth better be there."
Bastila frowned and asked, "Forgive me Master, but as Dark Lord of the Sith, why are you still in love with the Republic man?"
"I do not know Bastila, I just am."
Bastila nodded. "Yes Master."
"Now, we shall go, and save the people from the light," sneered Revan.
"Yes Master, shal
ApparitionApparitionApparition6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Not-think (AKA Songofthedarquephoenix)
Summary: Firmus Peitt knew ghosts of the past haunted his commander. He just never expected to see one.
Type/Era: AU, about half way between RotS and ANH
Characters: Piett, Vader
Firmus Piett questioned his sanity. Ever since he was stationed aboard the Executor strange things had been happening. First he heard a child's laughter ringing through the halls echoing slightly. Then it was small footsteps, or a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Once or twice he could swear he saw a boy running through the hanger.
In the beginning he just put it off as his imagination; a new post was a daunting task particularly under the Emperor's second in command, and a Star Destroyer was no place for a child anyway.
Within a few months however he noticed some similarities. For one, the boy only appeared after Vader let his... displeasure control his actions and had...ah....disposed... of an incompetent officer.
Jurassic Park RecolonizationJurassic Park Recolonization7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Two years after the last events in Isla Sorna (a.k.a events in Jurassic Park 3), Ingen's dinosaurs are going to be a important part to mankind's survival.
Biosyn's at it again. They were attending to create a bacteria that can cure cancer or kill a whole country in a matter of days. But under-cover terrorists try to steal the bacteria to use as a weapon, but they accidently released it into the unexpecting world. In a matter of months, it was realized that the bacteria killed 95% of the world's mammals, leaving the rodents, marsupials, insectivores, bats, , three musteids, whales, seals and sea lions, xenodonts, arvdarks, primates, and humans alone in this new world. Scientist try to cure it, but the bacteria has a interesting trait that Biosyn placed in it. It acts like a white blood cell when its in a warm body and it destroys the attempted cures and the muscle tissue and nervous system of its host. No one, not even Bi
Biography: Cin VhetinBiography: Cin Vhetin4 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
Possibilities: Exile and MicalPossibilities: Exile and Mical9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jedi Meliea Lorn swallowed her frustration and recited the Jedi code in her head to keep calm. She left the council chambers smoothly; the only hint at her angry disappointment was the dangerous flash of her amber brown eyes. How was she going to break the news to Mical? He would be crushed. She made a momentary stop at the kitchens before continuing on to the gardens where Mical was waiting for her.
Meliea had only been seven when the boy was brought to the Dantooine Jedi Enclave in the company of Master Vrook, dragging a dirty blanket. He'd been a precocious and adorable two-year-old, with large shining eyes and a dimpled chin. Meliea had taken it upon herself to care for the boy and he'd followed her around ever since. Mical was a bright and capable youngling now, and Meliea had wanted so much to take him on as Padawan. Now that was no longer an option. Meliea's decision to follow Revan had cost her more than she'd ever imagined possible.
As she entered the garden, the burbling s
Me, Myself and Mandalorians: 1OneMe, Myself and Mandalorians: 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
So, youre after fame and glory, eh?
The old man with the long grey hair leered at the young man across the table from him, a half-finished mug of lum gripped in his meaty hands. His eyes were soft and bleary from the effects of the alcohol, and he swayed slightly in his seat, making the young man across from him shift in his seat uncomfortably.
Yes, yes, Im hoping to catch on with a mercenary outfit or perhaps a bounty hunter, perhaps see if they can teach me a few things. Got to learn how to handle myself!
The old man chuckled to himself, and the youth smiled nervously. He was very obviously out of his element, his new clothes, boyish looks and nervous body language marked him apart, and a few of the other patrons were eyeing him, some hungrily, others interestedly, others still with a practiced eye. Hed come here hoping to do exactly what hed said, but now he was here, it looked like the advice his father had given him weeks
Biography: Brianna BellanBiography: Brianna Bellan4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Brianna Bellan (bree-AHN-ah BELL-ahn)
Born: 28 BBY
Height: 5' 8" (1.72 m)
Hair color: Light brown
Eye color: Brown
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Intergalactic Freight Cooperative
Early Years (28 - 15 BBY)
Brianna Bellan was an only child born into an upper-class family on Coruscant a few years before the eruption of the Clone Wars. From very early on she developed the dream of living a simple, rural life. As she grew up she was frequently at odds with her parents, who wanted her to be the conventional upper-class gentlewoman.
As an upper-class family, the Bellans rarely experienced any of the horrors of the Clone Wars. Thinking it was too violent for their young daughter, they frequently censored Brianna's exposure to the outside world. This only strengthened her int
Biography: Jay KoltaBiography: Jay Kolta4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Jayshiea "Jay" Elmerie Naer-Kolta (jay-SHEE-ah ELL-mur-ee NAYR-KOL-tah)
Alias: Jaimie Moqena
Born: 27 BBY
Height: 5' 9" (1.75 m)
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Brown
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Early years (27 - 10 BBY)
Jayshiea Kolta was born into a time of decaying stability; tensions were rising between the Republic and the increasingly daring Separatist movement, trade routes were more and more frequently attacked and plundered by pirates and mercenaries, and overall a sense of dread had settled over the entire galaxy.
Born into a large middle-class Corellian family, Jayshiea, also known as Jay, was more often than not overlooked and ignored when compared to her brothers and sisters. Her childhood was one of quiet tolerance; never approval and never love.
CalvinCalvin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss my friend Calvin.
I miss when he would cry in the corner of my dark room, hiding his face, scratching the walls.
But when I would turn to comfort him, he was gone.
He did love my mirror as well.
I would catch him though.
I saw his reflection, crying in the corner.
I would say hello, but he would not respond.
And I could only see him in the mirror.
It was only at night when he would talk.
But that was something I liked about him.
I could hear him breathing heavily.
I could see the indentions of his hands on the covers.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
But he would not let me see him.
He said he didn’t want to scare me.
I said he wouldn’t.
But he would just leave my side, and return to his corner.
Scratching the walls as he usually would.
When my mother would come the next morning, and ask who did it.
“Calvin did it.” I would say.
She would only yell at me, saying Calvin was not real.
“Yes he is.” I would say.
“Then prove it to me.
Tau-English DictionaryTau/English DictionaryTau-English Dictionary5 years ago in Settings More Like This
How to use this Dictionary: The first column is the English spelling and pronunciation, the second is the tau spelling, the third is the meaning. Sections in quotation marks are literal translations. N means noun, V means verb, Adj means adjective, PN means proper noun, numbers following these abbreviations mean multiple meanings
Al Al N; structure, organization, Adj; small
Aloh Aloh Adj; cold
An An Adj; location (as in 'the place of union' 'An'lissera')
Anuk Anuk N; bird
Ar Ar Adj; high, both in altitude and respect/morals/etc.
Ar'Cea Ar'Cea PN; "High Ones," Eldar
Au Au N; age, era, period of time
Aun Aun Adj; ethereal, celestial, N; an Ethereal
Au'taal Au'taal PN; "time of salvation" a tau sept world
B B N; a shepherd, V; to shepherd
Bap Bap Adj; lost
Be'Gel Be'Gel PN; Orks, including all subspecies, as a race
Bentu'sin Bentu'sin PN; "Wise-gifted Ones," Demiurg
B'kak B'kak N; "Sand Herder," shepherd of sand creatures?
In Her EyesIn her eyesIn Her Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shined a spirit like no other.
A glance could send sparks,
photons gliding through your body.
In her eyes
the light of the world seemed brighter.
All reflected back
at those who looked in.
In her eyes
you are the center.
The ever ripe apple
that could never fall from its tree
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
LifelineI hate how I look;Lifeline3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The endless torrent of lies.
Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
Because that's how people work.
Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
In this world that doesn't want
Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.
I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
Then I could be surer
That I'm a threat to myself.
I'm trying to cut down,
As apposed to cutting everything else,
But I doubt I'll ever stop
Because every slash,
Every bloody drop,
The whole crimson rash,
I'm still alive
And I am
Below the cover of oceanI'm breathing under crystalline water,Below the cover of ocean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being gently pushed and pulled with the tide.
I am a mermaid searching for a prince to give my voice.
I float and dance with the twisted sea grass.
Bright bioluminescence like stars below the cover of ocean
Until the eyes of a monster cross my path.
My surroundings morph into a murky, haunted scene.
My tail is replaced with shaking knees
and the chase begins.
Egoto understand me, you must have been so tiredEgo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that your electric firings ceased: so tired that your
self-preserving conductors rusted in your structures,
your rampant denials displayed on your teeth until
the insomnia gave way to lucidity: and you rested like
a convict long vindicated by the public, backlit.
Rav VerdRav Verd10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Rav Verd
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Brown, almond shaped.
Skin Tone: Tanned complexion
Apparel: Rav Verd wore an old style Mandalorian armor of a primarily black coloration, over a black form-fitting flight suit.
Psychical Description: She is an attractive young woman with a slender and fairly muscular build. She had long dark brown hair that was pulled back in a loose braid and brown eyes, she had a tan complexion. Rav has the Verd clan symbol tattooed on the left side of her collarbone.
Possessions: Verd made use of a jetpack possessing two individual thrusters that allowed her periods of sustained flight. In addition to boots and a utility belt, Rav Verd also benefited from her armor's gauntlets, the left of which was equipped with a hologram projector. Both gauntlets housed miniature flamethrowers capable of producing powerful streams of fire, and each was mounted with wrist rocket launchers that f
By CandlelightCandlelightBy Candlelight2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cast demons, on the wall.
Puppets dance, throughout the hall.
Flickered wick, blazing tip.
Liquired fuel, howling ghouls.
Gift of sight
Voiceless breeze, whistling trees.
Mortal folly, horror trolley.
Wax burns, gears turn.
Dying spark, frozen heart.
You KnowA dark, quiet place is where your body goes.You Know3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A spot where people pass and everybody knows.
Few stop to remember the person in the soil.
Few stop to pay respects, lay flowers, show they're loyal...
And though the air is sour and everybody goes.
It'd be nice to know you care. Nice to know you know.
I could be in heaven. I could be in hell
or I could be in purgatory waiting on the bell.
My spirit wanders endlessly despite my placid frame.
My soul hovers restlessly as I watch myself decay.
I hate to lose my dignity, my person... don't you know?
Just come by and remember me, remind me I must go.
Freak OutFreak Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost are those fading into powerful effluvium
Be it moments
Also so long ago
The perpetual feelings and tones of emotions nonexistent
The wholehearted chatter and feel of paramnesia
Caressed tightly ever long before the nights end
Returning to the drawl and unmoving fixations of reality
Until the night comes once again
vocalI don't know shitvocal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know about you
so I sing
Stark DreamsWhen I was four, I had fallen on the sidewalk,Stark Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, a stranger, were there to pick me up.
I had no idea who you were, but you were
always there to help me out when things became
much too hard to handle by myself. You helped me
with anything, from chores to being comforted when
my parents were never home to raise me. In a sense,
you became my everything, my mother, father, brother,
and other half. You helped me to grow up, but I began
to question your presence and why I never seemed to grow.
"I thought this might happen" you had said. We walked to
the hospital, and I kept expecting the worst to happen.
I had not expected to see my parents crying over a body I
didn't recognize. I opened my mouth to ask who the person
was, but then you said to me, "For so long, I had taken
care of you, but now you need to wake up. Live a long life,
get married, have kids, and maybe we'll meet again in the
next life." With a start, I realized that I had been in a
coma for fourteen years and that you we