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
18 Things Unmentionable- KotOR18 Things You Don't Want to Hear or Know on the Ebon Hawk - KotOR18 Things Unmentionable- KotOR7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1.) Bastilas constant reminders of the Dark Side. Seriously at every planet, she goes Dont fall to the Dark Side cause I never will!
2.) Are we there yet? No. Are we there yet? No. Are we there yet? No. Are we there yet? *sigh* Yes, were there. Liar! Seriously, are we there yet? *sigh*
3.) This the way to ignore people, ignore people, ignore people. This the way to ignore people and this is how it goes. What? *repeat lyrics over and over until your victim dies from off-key voices, it really works* (heh, sorry when i was younger, my cousins and i do this all the time on traveling trips to pass the time. now theyre are boring)
4.) Canderous Ordo and Carth Onsai fighting about the result of the Mandalorian War, comparing the defintions of soldiers and warriors. (Compared anything else, lately guys?)
Journal of Tanake Trang 001.This journal will be a record of everything that is important. I have never kept one before but our lives are so different now, I think it is time to start. It will be interesting to look back and read about the things that have happened to me and Sedaris. I might not write everyday, but I will definitely write if I have something to say. If I cannot, I will rely on the computer to relay the events as chronicled. Mother once told me it would be a good experience for me to record my thoughts and when I grew older, to see what I thought back then. I have never wanted to talk to someone more than now.Journal of Tanake Trang 001.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All that said, onto my journal.
Entry: The day started like most days did. Sedaris and I had breakfast and went to classes. It was such a nice day outside that Mother allowed Sedaris and I to do our homework in the gardens. Mojo-Na and Max played in the grass as we worked on our hi
18 Unmentionable - KotOR 218 Things You Don't Want to Hear or Know on the Ebon Hawk - KotOR 218 Unmentionable - KotOR 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1.) Kreias ramblings of the Force, Light Side and Dark Side.
2.) Where is my Dancers Suit? I swear I just put it here Do you have it, Atton? Im so going to kill Oh my god! Disciple! Why are you wearing it and dancing around like that!?
3.) HK-47 torturing and interrogating a HK-50. That is one sick droid.
4.) The fact that no one likes each other very much like the first game, KOTOR.
5.) The advice of love from HK-47 a.k.a The Love Droid (funny and creepy at the same time)
6.) Atton Rand always counting Pazaak cards in his head. Hes always asking you to play with him.
7.) Apathy is death. Worse than death Blah, blah, blah! Put a cork in it, lady! Im trying to sleep here! I cover my head with a pillow to block the noise. Kreia goes on and on. I threw a pillow at her to stuff it down her thoart.
8.) How your mu
Atonement EntryAtonementAtonement Entry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is all my fault. the thought ran through Carths mind over, and over. His fault that Jolee and Juhani was dead. That Mission was dead. His fault that the Republic were probably going to lose this battle. And above all, his fault that Revan had returned to the dark side. Hed been too stubborn and paranoid for his own good. Too hateful. He knew he should be mad. He should at least feel betrayed like he had initially. But now he just felt like he had betrayed her. Like he had let her down. He had promised her once, back before the Leviathan, that he would protect her. He had promised to protect her from all of this. But had he been there for her when the time had come to fulfill his promise? No. Hed still been too busy hating her for what she had once been. For something that she wasnt anymore. And he didnt know why, but he knew with such certainty that it frightened him, if he had been there for her she wouldnt
Love, Ass, and ArbitrationCarth was sure he'd seen this negligee before. He couldn't quite place it, but every detail rang a bell in his stubbornly vague memory, suggesting a specific incident that his fogged brain simply couldn't dredge up.Love, Ass, and Arbitration6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Holding up the sartorial confection in examination, he couldn't help but notice the barely-there spaghetti straps, the shimmer of the translucent yellow chiffon, and the suggestively placed insets of pale coral lace. It was also damp, smelling faintly of lilac laundry detergent.
The negligee wasn't the only freshly washed clothing on display. The whole ship was draped in clotheslines pegged with an array of every conceivable article of clothing. The Ebon Hawk's designers, curse their inbred existence, had bestowed upon the ship a washing machine but no dryer. Space was tight enough without one. Carth had always thought having a 'fresher made up for it, but today he was not feeling especially grateful.
While on Korriban, none of the crew had time to do laundry, and now
For a While Pt 2For a While Pt 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was past midnight in the Ebon Hawk. Seidra laid on the floor of the refresher, clad in her red and white undergarments.
The sobs shook her body as she held a pillow to her chest. She then curled up in a fetal position.
It had been Nine hours since Malak's death and the destruction of the Star Forge.
Little did Carth knew, Seidra had wanted to end her life right after their escape from the Leviathan. Even after he told her he loved her, she still planned to do so.
She remembered back on Lehon.
She, Juhani, and Jolee retuned from the Temple of the Ancients and told the rest of the crew that Bastila had fallen to the and became Malak's Sith Apprentice.
When the Cathar jedi told Carth that Seidra refused Bastila's request to join her, He couldn't be more happier.
For the LostCommander Alexandra Shepard sighed as she reread, for the millionth time, the reports that had been sent to the Council. As always, she was trying to find the one flaw, the single mistake, the lone blunder that would have explained the Council's lack of support. As always, she found none.For the Lost6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ever since the Normandy had left the Citadel, she sat at her desk in her quarters, trying to uncover what could have been done differently. No matter how many times she retraced her steps in her mind, the Commander remained slightly in awe of the chain of events which had led her here. Not so long ago, she had been pleasantly surprised to learn that she had been assigned to the Normandy, the Alliance Fleet's most advanced vessel, the product of Turian and Human cooperation. A true symbol. Alexandra hadn't been given command of her own ship, but she didn't mind. Most people expected her to rise swiftly through the ranks after
The Many Faces of RevanDelah gazed at the body sprawled on the floor at her feet. Bastila's eyes stared up at her, traces of disbelief still boring into her. Part of her still couldn't understand what had just happened. Had she really just given up everything? She had defeated Malak, and would have taken her place as the Lord of the Sith. She could have conquered the galaxy. Was that really what she had wanted?The Many Faces of Revan5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her gaze traveled down to the wound in Bastila's stomach. A small perfect hole, the cloth of Bastila's robes charred at the edges. The wound she had inflicted. Thoughts whirled through her head like a tornado, but if there was one thing she knew above all else, it was that this was the right decision. She only wished she had made it sooner. Then her friends. . . Mission. . . Jolee. . . Juhani. They would still be alive.
She turned to face Carth, tears pooling in her sky blue eyes. He was watching her, his gaze filled with concern and love. She couldn't imagine how he could possibly still love her, aft
KotOR 2: 15 ThingsFIFTEEN THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ON THE EBON HAWK: KotOR 2KotOR 2: 15 Things8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. "Statement: I love you, Master!"
2. "Aww, man, Disciple's hogging the 'fresher again, and I really have to go!"
3. "Uhh, guys? I think Kreia's menopausal..."
4. "Hmm... Wonder what this button does?"
5. "Anybody notice that nobody's flying this ship?!"
6. "Hey, Atton, where's the Exile? And while we're at it, where the heck are your pants?!"
7. "Umm... Bao-Dur's arm just short-circuited. There won't be any power in the ship for a week."
8. "Hey all? I think T3 just blew up..."
9. "Uh, Atton? That's a supernova. Might want to steer clear of it..." "Ohh, pwetty..." *ship explodes*
10. "Hey, guess what! Kreia's drunk!"
11. (something falls off the side of the ship with a loud crash) "What was
Never alone again...Shepard/Samantha 1Never alone again...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the end of ME3.
"No, no, no, no, noooooo!!!!" Traynor screamed over and over again as her fingers flew across the interface desperately trying to re-establish contact with Commander Shepard's armor bio-signal. Tears she did not feel flowed freely from her eyes trailing down her flushed cheeks and dripping off her chin. "No, no, no! Pleeeeease!"
For the last few hours, as Task Force Hammer assaulted the Reaper beam location in London, the Normandy was back in space helping destroy Reapers. Joker made the frigate dance between missiles and energy beams getting in close enough for the Thanix cannons to blast off large chunks of the monstrous ships. The violent maneuvering stressed the ship's artificial gravity to its limits, and Samantha often found herself holding on to her console for dear life.
EDI chastised her several times for not being strapped into her safety seat, but S
ChoiceThis is harder than I thought.Choice6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even the word impossible isnt even the best word to describe this. This is not quite going well as planned. As of this very moment, I really dont know what to do for the first time of my life. So much for being called the Miss Know-It-All and keeping things running smoothly. My skills in battle and knowledge of warfare are useless and all for naught as I watched. I feel helpless, unable to heal the wounded; I wouldve saved them from the brink of death. I wonder if anyone my age has ever done anything similar to the position Im in. What would they do? What would my Master do?
Fallen Mandalorians and Republic soldiers alike, I can hear them crying out as they are stuck down, I feel every single being torn apart in the Force. It could make a person go deaf. Everyone was dying; those who are still alive will soon follow their fates. I knew I most likely die as well. I am not afraid. Though the thought of it
Possibilities: Exile and BaoPossibilities: Exile and Bao9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Toryn Farr walked on silent feet through the darkened corridors of the Ebon Hawk, relishing her time alone, not wanting to use all of it for sleep. HK-47 and G0-T0 were officially on watch, since they had no physical need for rest. Toryn wasnt really patrolling, but she walked in a patrol pattern out of long habit. Even in the middle of the night, with no one watching, Toryns bearing was that of a soldier. Her lean muscled frame was stick straight and her movements were deliberate, with no wasted motion.
As far as she knew, the other sentients had gone to bed long before. Atton had the Hawk on auto-pilot, shed heard his snoring as she strolled down the cockpit corridor. The communications room was empty except for T3-M4, who had powered down for the night. Toryn smiled, looking at the little droid. Fond of all things mechanical, Toryn had a special place in her heart for T3. Hed saved her life more than once, and was soothing to work on when the crew got on her
KotOR: 15 ThingsFIFTEEN THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ON THE EBON HAWK: KotOR 1KotOR: 15 Things8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. "Are we there yet?!"
2. "Darn. We're out of gas." (while in mid-flight)
3. "Aww, look! The last two gizka are playing leapfrog!"
4. "What do you mean, we're out of toliet paper?!"
5. "Has anybody seen Jolee's toupée?"
6. "So, uh . . . Where are we?"
7. "OKAY, WHO DYED MY JACKET PINK?!"
8. "Anybody know where Bastila and Canderous disappeared to?"
9. "Uhh . . . It's my week, Carth. And Bastila's. And Mission's. And Juhani's." "Oh, Force, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
10. "ALL RIGHT, WHO ATE THE LAST HO-HO?!"
11. "Dang, now where'd I put the keys to this ship?"
12. "Fried gizka, anyone?"
13. "Jolee's on K.P. tonight."
14. "WHO BOUGHT JUHANI CATNIP FOR HER BIRTHDAY?!"
15. "Uhh . . . Big Z had a bit of an accident . . ."
For a While Part 1For a While Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the viewing platform of the Star Forge, Seidra Khann, wearing her Star Forge Robes, knelt over the dead body of her former sith apprentice, Darth Malak.
Why did I have to kill him? Seidra thought. Why couldn't I save him?...I know I could have!
Wiping the tears from her eyes, All she wanted besides ending the war was to bring Malak back to the light side, not kill him.
But he chose to stay in the darkness.
She was not angry at Malak for betraying her and then leaving her for dead.
However, fact of killing Malak was too much to bare, grief welled up on the inside.
Seidra pulled out the dagger that she stole from Saul Karath's body while they were on the Leviathan.
When she found out that she was the dark lord, Revan, she made a decision to kill herself on The Star Forge with the dead Admiral's dagger.
Seidra did not tell Carth that she planned to end her life after she defeated Malak, because he was already upset over finding out who she really was.
Even then when he to
Hetalia - New PrussiaHetalia - New Prussia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Represents: New Prussia (Neue Preußen)
Birthday: October 21st
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 177.80 cm (5'10" ft est)
Adrian Klein （アヅリアノ クライノ Aduriaano Kuraino) is a fanmade character in the anime and manga series, Axis Powers Hetalia. He is the characterization of New Prussia, a country created by Germany after World War III.
He has short, slightly messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, inherited from Ludwig. His uniform is similar to that of Ludwig's. He wears a black jacket with dark grey cuffs, dark grey pants, and black boots. His flag is stitched onto the right shoulder of his jacket.
Adrian has a cowlick similar to America's, but it has yet to be announced what it stands for. The author speculates that it could rep
Original SciFi bit2337 - EcuadorOriginal SciFi bit5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Remember. Clear shots, in and out."
James gave no visual signal from the hill he was positioned on, observing from a distance with his scope. Hundreds of paces away, under the thick of the Ecuadorian jungle, Jonas stood over the corpse of a militia watchman. He checked his hip gear for sidearm and ammo pouch, holding his suppressed M4X assault rifle. The safehouse for the Human First movement was quiet but crawling with people - He had that confirmed from a recent orbital thermoscan. Despite the tropical climate, they were able to dissociate heat signatures inside which told Jonas he'd have to aim carefully. A little above the thirty-eight degree centigrade and he could harm an innocent being.
He heard James saying "go" in his ear piece and went in. The door wasn't guarded from the inside and he had to quietly walk down a hallway, NightVision on, guided by the infrared laser pointer on his M4X. Carrying half his weight in armor and equipment, his boots made the w
Severus Snape haikuOily, unimpressedSeverus Snape haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A killer, but with a heart
A doe in wolfs guise
sXeI'm just a kid. No, scratch that - I'm just a punk kid; isn't that what you'd call me? I've got a pierced eyebrow and a pierced lip. My hair is long, shaggy, and black with purple streaks. I've got over twenty tattoos and circles under my eyes from one too many late nights. I'm just a dumb, punk kid, and you hate me, don't you? You know I'm a user and an abuser. You know that if I didn't have this leather jacket on, you'd see a line of needle marks up my arm. You know those circles under my eyes are from nights spent drinking, downing pint after pint, popping pills like candy. You know that in five years I'll not be able to climb a flight of stairs without getting out of breath, I'll have smoked so many cigarettes, so many joints. You know it all; you know everything about me. And you're dead wrong. The saddest thing of all is that you're dead wrong, and you know it.sXe8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Mass Effect: ChristmasChristmasMass Effect: Christmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were dozens of new things that Garrus Vakarian had learned about humans since walking aboard Normandy for the first time. One of those things was the peculiar habit humans had of referencing popular culture in their figures of speech; Gunnery Chief Williams seemed to be particularly fond of such references. Hed even heard times when she and Shepard had gotten into a vid quote contest to see who could quote the most vids and identify where all those quotes had come from. It was . . . strange, to say the least, that humans could find such entertainment in such curious things.
Another odd thing was that Earth apparently had a myriad of special occasions that they took great pride in celebrating. Most certainly, the turians had their own calendar events, and some of them were even talked about for months in advance, but it just seemed as if Normandy
Always Winter, Never ChristmasIt was winter in Spinners End - there were icy puddles in the pavement, with cigarette stubs frozen into them, and beaded spider-webs stretched over the grubby window-panes.Always Winter, Never Christmas6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape walked through the streets, with his hands plunged deeply in the pockets of his patched, greying, oversized coat, seeing none of it. He was dimly aware of the cold - he knew his extremities were numb - but this might have been simply due to anger. After the burning, and the blurry panic, came a spreading numbness - he was so familiar with it, it almost seemed like the natural state of things. He could hardly remember what it was like not to feel angry.
He had come to rest at a street on a hill that overlooked the hated red-grey city, with its smoking industrial chimneys, its cars, television aerials, and traffic lights - all the sickening paraphernalia of the muggle world. It never changed. Even when he was at Hogwarts, in the Slytherin common-room, poring over a two hundred year-old
Love Me NotDo you love him?Love Me Not6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, I dont. But I certainly wont be telling you that. You Youre Mr. Perfect with your perfect life and your perfect wife, and and even your perfect little kids who are perfectly astounding at every little thing that they attempt to do. No way.
I think so. It was a halfhearted lie at best; concocted through elaborate repetition of denial over a certain love I hold for a certain someone else, a man Im certain is far above leaving his perfect wife just to be with Plain Old Ordinary Me.
And when I fall asleep in my almost perfect bedroom, lulled into almost perfect dreams by the almost perfect background noise just outside of my almost perfect house, I dream of his perfect hands caressing my cheeks, his perfect arms encircling my body to pull me close to his perfectly toned chest. But when I turn to gaze into his perfect blue eyes, I instead see dark orbs of the blackest pitch, accented