Nihilus--Part 4Nihilus--Part 44 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
CIS vs GAR WarshipsCIS Warships vs. Republic warshipsCIS vs GAR Warships7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Republic seems to have the advantage in capital ship combat, but the CIS has some equalizing advantages.
Many of the CIS warships are designed for mass production, and were designed for business scores not a full scale war. Many of the CIS leaders were cheap, and wouldnt spend the money for a traditional fleet. Only the Providences seem to be specifically designed for combat. The Lukrehulks are simply converted freighters with VERY strong shields and some turbolaser offensive capability., but with the sheer number of Turbolasers and the shield power added, with the fighter and troop compliment, a Lucrehulk is much a more battle-worthy ship than a carrier like a Venator (why it takes a flotilla to take them down). That's not bad at all for a converted ship, isn't it The Recusants are mass-produced destroyers. The Munificents are originally used to harass worlds heavily in debt, guard treasure vaults, and transfer finan
KOTOR: SheKOTOR: She8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Donning his battered orange jacket and a worn pair of pants, Admiral Carth Onasi abandoned his military dedication -- and posture -- in attempt to fit in with the crowd. He'd been tracking down various information brokers and well-traveled smugglers with hopes that someone would have news of Revan. Unfortunately, due to his promise, his selection was restricted to whatever scum was stupid enough to work in whatever Republic territory he was stationed at.
In this instance, he had been recommended the services of an up-and-coming Bothan sludge news reporter who seemed to know more about the celebrities she was stalking than their own mothers. He'd reviewed the reports local authorities had filed against her and found it incredibly easy to predict what nightclub she would make her next appearance at. Driven by the desire for information and the need for a stiff drink, he found himself seated next to her at the club's strategically lit bar.
Despite the fact that her fur was dyed in a manne
KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl It was a quiet evening in the happy world of BioWareLand. Carth, Revan and Mission were walking up and down the hallways of the large office building, discussing how the game designers were going to pull off something as large-scale as rescuing Bastila. Suddenly, Revan squeaked and skidded to a halt. Carth stared at her strangely, and as she pointed behind him, Mission started giggling.KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't look now, flyboy," Revan whispered, "but you've got an admirer."
"Other than you?" Carth asked.
"Other than me."
Carth turned slowly, and when he did, he just about leaped a mile off the ground. For right behind him was...
She had big eyes (almost like you might find on a chibi) and an adorably stupid grin. She watched Carth unceasingly, never letting her eyes leave his face. Carth felt suddenly very nervous, but he couldn't move, because The Fangirl fawned over him every time he trie
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
Breaking DownI fell to my knees. Death, destruction, devastation… The planet was nothing more than a mass graveyard. And I felt responsible in ways I couldn't describe.Breaking Down8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I said I wanted to return to Dantooine, Canderous said I was crazy, that there was no point. Mission agreed, saying she had no interest in seeing another planet on fire. The others voiced no opinion. Not even Carth. Then again, Carth wasn't talking to me or anyone else. Ever since the Leviathan…
We were almost to Manaan when the Sith caught up with us. They had been tracking us since Korriban. Apparently members of the Sith military had reported our ship as the one that escaped Taris. After the ordeal, the torture, the battle, the fighting… after Malak told me who I supposedly really was, after Bastila sacrificed herself… it was expected that we'd head to Manaan and pick up where we left off. Just like that. Keep pushing forward like good little soldiers. But I didn't want to. I told Carth to head to Dantooine. I had to see if
Dral'kote Beskar'bor'adDral'kote Beskar'bor'ad4 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
The rules of lifeThe rules of life, clone/marine style.The rules of life6 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.
the twisted queenLooking up to the sky I know this life is over.the twisted queen6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
winds dance with the feilds of clover
My lips are laced with pioson and lies
the problems I faced caused this... just why?
Twisted rose vine creeps up my arm
Honestly I didnt want to cause him such harm
Old photograph ablum lays by the bed
I know there is nothing left to be said
I ended our relationship for him so why do I feel this way
if I had one last chance " I love you " I'd say
scattered papers lay on my desk , tear stained love notes
" whats done is done. whats broken cant be fixed" the cat quotes
silver knife grasped in hand
I can hope I can stand
locks of turqouise fall to the floor
tears taunt my eyes as I can hear the valkyerie knock
there is no way to excape if I run
Ill just be caught again and dragged out of the sun
" I WANT TO LIVE!! I want to work things out!" I yell
how long I can manage there is no way to tell
I know shes coming for me and I have no way out
still I desprately search for a route
queit tears glimmer in the
DistractionsDisclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or any of the characters. Una is an OC created and owned by Atuarre. This fanfic is a oneshot, and no other chapters will be written. The idea for this fic was spawned by the first back-story of Una, which has since now been changed by her creator. If you want to know Una’s current back-story AND regular story, visit Atuarre’s deviantart page and read Una’s profile there.Distractions2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Una © Atuarre
Fanfic © Cyraina
Original fanfic concept © Atuarre
Savage Opress © Disney / Lucasarts
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Savage stared down as his Master, Count Dooku appeared before him as a tiny blue hologram on the comlink he had pulled from his pocket. He had been training under the Sith Lord for a little over a month, though he had no loyalty to him. But Dooku did not know that. The Count had no idea of the plans that his former apprentice, Asajj Ventress, has in store for him, especially through the use of this brute Dathomir
Shooter Shoot 'er Shoot HerShe says, "My mouth tastes like coins"Shooter Shoot 'er Shoot Her7 years ago in Other More Like This
How can you taste without any teeth
How can you taste if you've chewed off your tongue
Sew off your lips with copper thread
Hold shut your eyes while you're pushed off to sleep
You've got nothing to feel
There's nothing to see here
Ma'am, can you hear me? There's nothing to see here.
Maybe they'd find her if she had been kinder
Bleach and peroxide
Wet gloves and formaldehyde
If you deserved it, you'd get it
It's over, I promise
All of it's over
But unfortunately for you
It's six feet under
Scalpels with pieces you're starting to miss
I'd give them all back if you'd take it all back
It seems the two of us have reached an impasse
Cruelty comes in two separate ways
I'm the arms to your legs now
I think that we're done
How can they call it a wake if you're still asleep
I don't think so
I won't help you back up
I don't want you back here
Serial CodeIt was cold out today, colder than usual anyway, it was always cold out here. He hadnt been home in five years now, but that didnt bother him, at least he was still alive. Unlike many others he was still breathing steam into the freezing atmosphere, still able to feel the bite of the wind on his face, and most importantly, still able to do his job.Serial Code7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Yes, he could still do that best, no matter where he was, he could still shoot to kill. It was his duty, and what he was told and trained to do. It was this skill that had managed to keep him alive for so long. Hed seen plenty of faces come and go. Friends get killed, or the lucky ones sent home without limbs. But after five years, he stopped paying attention to most of them, too sick of the pain, the sense of loss, and the rage.
When he was still fresh, it was duty that drove him, after a few months it became rage. Anger in
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
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ON THE RUN - Kapitel 3 - GERMANKapitel 3ON THE RUN - Kapitel 3 - GERMAN2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Falleen. Der größtenteils von Dschungel bedeckte Planet sah aus dem Weltall aus wie ein grüner Edelstein, nur stellenweise unterbrachen Wasserflächen das gefleckte Grün der Bewaldung. Von den Städten und den riesigen Fabriken für allerlei Produktion ahnte man nichts, wenn man den Planeten zum ersten Mal im Ausschnitt des Cockpitfensters auftauchen sah. Antares seufzte zufrieden, als sie den Hyperraum verlassen hatten und der Planet in Sicht kam. Endlich wieder zuhause. Die „Prospector“ hatte Reparaturen nötig und er war froh, wenn er die verängstigte Menge Sklaven, ehemals Passagiere des Interflottentransporters, endlich los war. Er hätte sie alle miteinander mit Betäubungsschüssen zum Schweigen bringen können, aber er wollte kein Risiko eingehen. Sie waren wertvoll, würden Credits bringen, die er dringend benötigte. Er hatte seinen Mittelsmann bereits kontaktiert, einen Falleen, der stets gute Sklaven für die Fabriken und Rohstoffminen des Planeten gebrauchen ko
Die Gier(In Extremo – Die Gier)Die Gier2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wieder steht Jack vor der Flügeltür der Räumlichkeiten, die Una für sich im mandalorianischen Palast auserkoren hat und denkt nach. Was er hier tut, ist eigentlich verdammt gefährlich, aber was soll er tun? Er ist nunmal auf eine fürchterlich altmodische Art und Weise verliebt. Beinahe ist es zum Lachen. Er, der Soldat, ist verknallt wie ein pubertierender Teenager. Seine Kameraden würden ihn bis ans Ende seiner Tage damit aufziehen.
„Guck an, wen haben wir denn da... Jack.“ Er ist so in Gedanken versunken, das er nicht bemerkt, wie sich die rothaarige Zabrak vor ihm aufbaut. Sie ist so klein das sie ihm gerade mal bis an die Schulter reicht und grinst ihm verschmitzt zu. Sie trägt einen Hauch von schwarzem Nichts aus Spitze und Jack ist klar, das sie diese Nacht wohl in den Armen des schweigsamen Savage verbringen wird. Sie hat etwas derbes an sich, diese kleine Verbrecherkönigin, ihr verruc