Mass Effect 2: The RevenantI'm the best gambit between these spheres. An intergalactic lodestar. A steadfast commander. A politically actionable symbol of human achievement. But in some of my deepest, closest dreams, I'm a man, adrift in space, the last of my breaths hissing into the vacuum like jet stream ghosts.Mass Effect 2: The Revenant6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For a long time, I couldn't remember. My death felt like a party to which I hadn't been invited. Miranda had explained that the harrowing physiology of hypoxia was incompatible with memory deposition. Eventually, however, some secret part of my circuitry reconnected with the whole. It all came back, first in the tangled, fragmented tongues of nocturnal fright-scenes, then in rushes of true recall, with a clarity that I almost regret. The soundless blooms of fire and their quick, creaturely contraction; the white retinal sear of the Collector beam; the Normandy's entrails spinning into the interstellar dark... Yes, I remember.
I can still feel the blip of relief that managed to register in the midst of
Return of a Demon: Kenobi vs MaulThe dusty red planet burned around General Obi-Wan Kenobi. He could feel the Dark Side swarming around him. An evil so vague, yet so familiar.Return of a Demon: Kenobi vs Maul4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He followed the trail of blood and death, desperate to find his former padawan.
Out of the fire leaped a menacing shadow that landed before the knight. Obi-Wan held his saber before him, ready to defend himself from whatever flew out of the flame. The Dark Side surrounded him, swallowing him in a grasp as thick as the smoke.
Metallic cybornetic legs creaked as the creature rose. Eyes widened in terror, Obi-Wan took a step back. A black and red tattooed Zabrak slowly rose to his full height. No. A demon. A ghost. A nightmare.
A nightmare that haunted the Jedi's nights for what felt like eternity. Those soulless gold and red eyes watching him, taunting him through the laser passage. Horns of a demon. The colors of blood that decorated his body. The blood of Obi-Wan's former master.
"You're not real," Obi-Wan tried to firmly say, though his voice s
Revan's ChallengeThere is no passion. There is no passion. There is no passion. Thereisnopassion. Thereisnopassion.Revan's Challenge8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then where on the fracking hairy arse of a wookie was her serenity??
Aniki hurled another rock into the gentle waves of the Rakatan sea, the light splash mocking the turmoil that simmered in her chest. Her eyes followed the fiery streaks that lit up the night sky smaller pieces of the Star Forge and countless Sith and Republic ships burning up as they struck the small planets atmosphere. Oblivious to the chaos in the sky, and in the core of the lone Jedi whose toes were barely within reach, the sea moved calmly, a slow, peaceful rhythm rising with the new tide, drawn and directed by the compressed mass of death and metal above.
The crimson streaks above flickered across the dark, bowed head of Aniki Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith, smuggler, Jedi,
Through the Eyes of Hawk - 1Through the Eyes of Hawk - 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Delta Squad remained in the weapons training room even after the others had left, uncomfortable with waiting while there was a mystery waiting to be solved on "Planet StarChild". It was named "StarChild" after it appearing out of no where two months ago. No known inhabitants, parents, environment all seemed native to those who saw it. Out of curiosity (and precaution), the Delta squad was to be sent as an investigation team to gain information on this "unknown rock"... But for now, the team was to wait as instructed by Gabe (a male scientist who assisted in the making of the clones) while he brought out "Their new team member".
Sev (RC-1207) used this wasted time of waiting to his advantage by attacking holographic droids. Scorch (RC-1162) and Fixer (RC-1140) sat on near by crates while the Delta Squad team leader, Boss or 38(RC-1138) paced anxiously.
Avatar: The Last Portalbender Part 1"Hello, and, again, welcome toFZZZZZZTwait, who are you? How did you get here?"Avatar: The Last Portalbender Part 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
GLaDOS had only been marginally paying attention to the occupant of the relaxation vault, her concentration having been delegated to other areas such as upkeep of the facility and herding the AIs, and he had looked normal enough in his sleek sleep-coffin. Now, however, the sole camera in the room was desperately trained on him, trying to track down data that apparently didn't exist.
"Why don't I have a file on you?" she mused exasperatedly, half to herself, as she watched the diminutive bald male sit up, stretch, scratch the back of his head, and look around as though he, also, had no idea what he was doing herewhy he was being tested. Thoroughly unusual behaviour for a test subject. The blue tattoos on his head and the backs of his hands also marked him as someone decidedly out of the norm. "Your biological code matches nothing in the Aperture Science Computer-Aided Enrichme
Destiny Intertwined Chap 13Destiny Intertwined Chap 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You...want to take the boy as a
padawan?” Asked Mace with a stunned tone, The entire council
was stunned. No one expected this, least of all from Shaak Ti.
“Yes...” She paused for a second, planning her words
carefully. “The boy is far from the light side...He will be a
challenge. But, I have hope for him. “ “And why? What do
you see in the boy we do not?” Asked Mundi, holding his chin.
“Amid all his dark thoughts I sensed one light spot...one small
spot that keeps his purpose in life alive...Masters you know I have
been searching for an apprentice to teach for a long time.. “
“Yes, and there are many other young Jedi whom desire to earn
your teachings. Training...him...would
be a waste of time. He wont listen and he will not
to another.” Said Obi-wan. His distaste for the boy was clear.
The words sunk in for a minute as the Jedi remained silent.
Was she serious? Train a sith? Mace broke the s
ElementalElemental7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was an odd place. Deep within the recesses of the temple, it waited. A light that should not have been gave depth and definition to pillars and paths. A soft blue glow, seeming to stem from the very air itself, filled the place, shimmering and sliding across the walls. Liquid light. Ephemeral. A calm filled the place, though darkness loomed in every corner. Threatening. Wanting. But the light remained. For without light, there can never be shadow.
Something stirred in the darkness. A flash of gold, of blue, or raven black. Out of the darkness a being came. Nameless, it came forth, the light seeming to bend towards it, settling on the blue gems adorning a copper crown. A hiss of water over flesh, the soft ring as droplets fell echoed in the blue-lit chamber. The one from the darkness stood from the waters
In the Eyes of a Pit BullI am telling you my story behind the bars of a jail. The evil stares I get for listening to my owner I thought cared about me. I ended up with only tragedy accumulating in my thoughts. I don't understand the human language, but one thing I do understand is my dog instincts. I remember I was put in the arena. It smelt of past bloody battles. I remember the brutal training my owner ceased upon me yet I do not understand nor like this gory sport. I had an opponent twice my size. The jaws of the beast before my eyes were enormous as they clamped down on my wrinkly skin. The pain was excruciating. It shot not only up my leg, but through my body. I let out a blood-curling cry. Not a cry of pain, but a cry for forgiveness for whatever I did to my owner to make him put me through this torture. Behind me I could hear the cheering, the shouting. I could hear my owner's distinct shouting behind me. A flood of memories drown me. I remembered that shouting of when I went through the horrific trainiIn the Eyes of a Pit Bull6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Notes From the Author's DeskNotes From the Author's Desk... - Me and JaqNotes From the Author's Desk7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What the..? Who the hell is that?"
I jump upon hearing that sexy drawl, alone as I am in my room. My man is frequently out of town on business, and my kids go to bed early, so I'm up by myself, working on a drawing.
Looking up from the glowing screen of my laptop, and over my left shoulder, I see him here, legs stretched out across my bed, his upper body propped against the ornately carved wood of my headboard. I can't help but sigh at the sight of his scuffed black boots up on my white comforter.
But which Atton is this? I imagine so many. The sweet, cocky scoundrel designed directly after Harrison Ford's Han Solo? The tormented waif, plagued by the guilt of past deeds? Or...
I get my answer as he slides a wicked-looking dagger and a sharpening stone out of that familiar brown jacket. The thing is a vest, really, made of soft leather, but everyone likes to call it his "ribbed jacket" so I keep things simp
ChiaroscuroTales From the Battle of GeonosisChiaroscuro5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chiaroscuro: The Tale of Sora Bulq
"Are you ready, my Padawan?"
These Jedi starfighters are new and curious things. Sora must admit that although he has no inborn inclination toward piloting, and is not as given to things mechanical as some of the other Jedi (such as that impetuous Anakin Skywalker who always gets himself into so much trouble in or out of the Temple; it seems Kenobi has been taking a file or two from Skywalker's datapad lately), there comes a certain thrill in being master of one's own craft zipping through the stars with something of a carefree abandon. He is the ship, and he holds the power to decide the fate of anything captured in his targeting display.
Not that even a hint of this is betrayed in his voice, his level tone as calculated and taut as the stretched-leather-brown skin on his deep-furrowed face which has never once smiled or frowned. There is no emotion, there is peace is far more than a trite max
Undeniably True Chapter 1Undeniably True Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A sigh filled the otherwise silent room. The only other sound filling the air came from the warm fire under the mantle piece, it emitted a lovely orange glow that bounced off the walls and made the dark, dusty library of Grimmauld place feel comfortable to the two occupants, or at least one of them anyway.
Hermione was curled up on one of the large faded red leather chairs in the centre of the room, her mind deeply engrossed in a thick 6th year Transfiguration text that she had purchased from Diagon Alley only the day before. On the arm of the chair rested a long piece of parchment, covered in her curly handwriting. Each of the professors had set them essays on the topics they would be beginning at their return to Hogwarts so they would have a head start on the topics. Hermione's of course was at least a foot longer than the required length, and well above standard, but she still poured over it, concerned that it wasn't up to a high enough standard. She breathed out another long sigh.
DESTROYADESTROYA5 years ago in Horror More Like This
'I can you, you know kill you all I have do is keep talking until your hand reaches for your chest and clutch at your heart to stop the pain'
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, STOP IT, LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!" Gerard screamed at the sight of a ghostly girl, she was the same age as him same high, has the same hair colour but the length was longer it spilled over her shoulders in a wave of silky curls of red, her eyes were a dark colder shade of hazel than his, he gripped his head pulling on his red hair
'I can do that you know I can, you and me we're stuck together until you die!' she spoke looking at him, he picked up a chair and throw it at her, she closed her eyes and it see to split around her before falling on the floor, he fell onto the floor screaming, thumps could be heard from up stairs, she tilts her head and looks up at the basement door 'Say it' she ordered as he sat back up on his knee tears run down his face as she sat in front of him.
PromptPrompt8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius Black sat by himself on a bench in the courtyard. He was sitting hunched over, twiddling his wand with his fingers. His book bag sat at his feet, contents spilling on the stone floor as he waited. What in Merlin's name was taking James so long?
There weren't many other people in the courtyard. Sirius found himself exceptionally bored, but James had asked him to wait there. Sirius let out a loud sigh.
He watched as Severus Snape passed through the yard, hunched over and tightly hugging his books. He walked at an awkwardly fast pace, his eyes toward the ground.
Sirius found himself annoyed at the sight of him. Why did he have to walk like that? And his books- who carried their books like that? How it irritated him so. He just wanted to smack him right in that great giant nose of his. As Snape walked by him, Sirius gave a flick of his wand, and Snape tripped and fell to the ground.
Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. "All right, Snivelly? Better watch where you're going next ti
RvBFic - Tex and SargeWhen Tex's alien captors took her in, they had no idea she was in possession of the most malicious and aggressive AI construct known to man, and when she and Sarge were tossed unarmed into a remotely-monitored prison cell halfway up a forty story tower, they had no idea how close they were to their own destruction.RvBFic - Tex and Sarge6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Tex, it's been a long time..."
Tex had all her attention focused on the metal walkway just outside the confines of their cell. Sarge was busy somewhere beyond her field of vision but all she cared about was trying to ignore the Omega AI. For the most part it was working but still couldn't stop him from taking intense pleasure in insulting her strength and intelligence. Her head was full of maniacal laughter.
"We can break out of here, Tex, you know that." Omega chuckled, "we can take down this tower and use the network to bypass all the major firewalls shooting off into space to take command of their ships and bring th
UncommonThe water was cold, just like Reach's autumn night wind was cold, but it was a welcome sort of cold that put one into focus. I closed my eyes and just stood motionless under the showerhead for one full minute, content to let the steady rain wash over me. It ran down in trickles and streams, over the little dents where muscle groups connected and the raised, rough lines that were scars.Uncommon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Noble was bunking down with the Army tonight. Holland had sent us here so he could outline some sort of plan to Carter, and of course Kat was with the Commander in the briefing room. The rest of us were free to do as we wished. Jun had gotten started cleaning his rifle (by now I'd had come to think of his constant cleaning as a tic, something he did so he wouldn't talk instead), Emile had simply vanished, Jorge had begun dismantling his suit of armor for a breather, and I had ditched mine in order to take my first shower in over two weeks. It felt good. I inhaled, and the plain beige bar of soap I used g
Reach meets RedvsBlue excerptThere was a loud clang of metal on metal, followed by the unbearable screeching sound made by virtually impregnable alloys scraping against each other. Sparks flew as Emile slid nimbly down the lopsided rooftop and rolled, changing what had been a fall into an attack plan. The Meta was sliding after him. He kicked against the raised edge and intercepted the Meta, and they both started rolling down together. The Meta emitted an enraged, strangled noise, while Emile gave a wild cry and kept pounding at his enemy's vulnerable torso. A few swift punches popped the Meta's shields and gave Emile the opportunity to make fist-shaped indents on the Meta's chest plating. Unfortunately, Emile's shields were down too; all the Meta had to do was punch his visor once, and it cracked. Then they both flew clear of the rooftop and slammed into the snow, half-buried and still fighting.Reach meets RedvsBlue excerpt4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"They'll keep at it until one of them is either dead or incapacitated. Though given both of their histories, dead is th
Many MasksGenre: Drama/ActionMany Masks6 years ago in Drama More Like This
Three days. It had been three days since Jorak Zoon, Knight of the New Jedi Order, had arrived at the planet Farstine, become acquainted with Governor Sorcia, and learned that the mysterious assassin who had tried to take the governor's life was still on the lam. It was all rather exciting for Jorak, who had been knighted not more than a fortnight earlier.
So much for being left alone, though, the solitary Zabrak had lamented when he learned that he was to be at Sorcia's side at all times. Even sleep was restless for him, as he had to remain vigilant, constantly feeling out with the Force for signs of disturbance, being sure not to fall into too deep of a slumber.
Thankfully, the governor didn't make his job any more difficult. The older, Human woman seemed rather competent and afforded him a great amount of respect, although at times he felt she was uneasy around him. Was it because he towered over her, at just about two metre
Mass Effect: ShipwrecksMass Effect: Shipwrecks4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shepard lurches forward, flopping gracelessly from the comfort of her bed, leaving her legs tangled in the sheets and her upper half intimate with the carpet.
"That does it," she mutters into the cold fibers.
"Dswht?" Replies a sleepy voice, completely unhindered by the harsh movement of the ship.
"EDI's fired." Shepard props herself upright and stares jealously at the figure of the pilot, completely cushioned from the impact by a nest of stolen pillows and comforters.
One large green eye pops open to study her, but the rest of him remains facedown and motionless amidst the bliss. "Frwht?"
She gestures toward the display case at the other end of her cabin. "For crashing my fleet. Again."
"I'm tired of picking through shipwrecks." She bemoans, crawling back into bed and nuzzling her chin against his neck. "If she does it again, you're back to your pod."
"You go sleep in a pod. I have needs."
"You have needs? I need a pilot that actually pilots. You know, that pa
BreakCT stared intently at what now remained of Wash's ceramic cat statue, as if her will alone would undo the damage. When that failed, she knelt down beside the broken remnants and carefully scooped the pieces into her hand, biting her lip in concentration. All the while, the real cat observed her from the couch, offering moral support. After she finished cleaning up the remainder of the mess, she placed the broken pieces into an envelope, slipping it into her coat pocket. She pulled on her boots, quickly explained the situation to the cat (so he would not be troubled by her sudden disappearance), and left the house, locking the door behind her.Break3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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She waited patiently at the front desk for someone to respond to her call for assistance. When no one came, she rang the bell a few more times and thought she heard a thud and a muttered curse from the adjacent room. A few seconds later, a woman appeared, smiling as she approached. CT noted that a new bruise was forming ju
Emotional ScarsWash stared at the woman who had once meant so much to him, and she stared back, her eyes flat and empty, betraying no emotion. He didn't move at all, even when the cold night air blew over him, causing his skin to prickle. The soft glow of the moon shone on her face, illuminating the scars that marked her skin. "You're still alive," he said flatly, breaking the long silence that had stretched between them. CT shifted her weight and tucked some hair behind her ears. "As are you," she replied. "And what, exactly, are you doing out here?"Emotional Scars4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The wind picked up the sand, swirling it around her legs, and blowing her hair over her face. She brushed it aside again and glared at him. "Well?"
Wash blinked twice, pondering the emptiness in his heart. Ever since he had been freed from Epsilon, he had felt nothing. Not joy, nor pain, not even anger when York had forgotten to feed the cat while he was out. When it came purring around his legs, meowing for attention, he had picked it up and stroked it
ME: First Impressions RepostThe crew shifted restlessly, the low hum of a crowd filling the meeting room on Arcturus. The excitement and tension were palpable among the men and women who had been chosen to serve on the newest ship in the Alliance fleet Normandy SR-1.ME: First Impressions Repost5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko was grateful to be here. Not all of his commanders had understood his need for extra rations and a dark, quiet room to ride out the migraines, especially just after he had enlisted. His first few postings had also been difficult socially. The military may recruit biotics for their abilities, but not all soldiers were accepting of their biotic fellows. Regardless, Kaidan had given the Alliance his all, eventually winning the respect of the higher-ups and rising through the ranks. The Alliance was an extension of his family now.
Captain David Anderson had contacted Alenko a month ago. The Captain was a highly decorated and well-known N7 gr