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 Day9 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
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Try as they might, they failed, and that hallowed ground is named
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered, for the warriors that lay maimed
The sunrise mist had not yet left the field when the battle cry was called
But it did not take long, for the Alliance to break and fall
Why, you may ask, was this so, when the union of these races was tight
I shall t
Dal'ika.Cyar'ika.Dal'ika.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my world,
My one and only.
You are what I live for,
My life, my love, my all.
Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.
All my heart, all my soul,
They are yours forever.
Never thought I'd know this feeling
Especially so strong,
And there is not, and never will be
Anyone I'd rather share it with.
Mhi solus tome.
Every second we're together
Is a dream come true.
You know me better than I do
And fill the space that was my heart.
There's nowhere I've felt safer
Than wrapped up in your arms.
Mhi solus dar'tome.
Meeting online gave us such a strong bond,
I loved you before I saw your face.
A promise gift sent as we were forced apart.
Our marriage vows exchanged by text,
We're never apart, no matter the distance,
You're in my heart, my mind, my soul.
Mhi me'dinui an.
From a reputation as a fierce gaming team
To our innermost fears and secrets
We've shared everything about ourselves.
I've never had this kind of
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
Star Wars: Mel'Anctha OmoroseStar Wars: Mel'Anctha Omorose4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Our time has come. For three hundred years, we prepared. We grew stronger while you rested in your cradle of power, believing your people were safe and protected. You were trusted to lead the Republic but you were deceived, as our powers of the dark side have blinded you. You assumed no force could challenge you and now finally, we have returned. You were deceived. And now your Republic shall fall."
"Following the Jedi Civil War, three-hundred years ago, the Council took it upon themselves to see that all remaining traces of the Sith were properly dealt with. Times were dire. The Republic was war torn and had undergone dramatic changes. The death toll, was catastrophic. Many Jedi aided in rebuilding and seeing to those that were in need. As such, not many JedI could be spared to ensure that the Sith did not r
The Road to FaithIt is amazing, to think that God can reveal Himself and His messages to us in every aspect of life, no matter how miniscule or insignificant we may consider these instances to be.The Road to Faith6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
In our walks of life, it is easy to ignore what He tries to tell us, or what He tries to show us, because we are often too caught up in our own ambitions to pay any attention.
We live in a get there fast, me first society. We speed on the roads when were late, not caring who we endanger in our paths. We ignore people trying to merge into our lane, even if their blinkers are on. We speed up to close gaps, even if we know someone else is trying to merge over. We get angry, and curse at people on the road for driving slowly, even if theyre elderly people or people who are simply not used to the area.
But more often than not, we dont see what we are doing. We promulgate wrath and pride so much, these two destructive traits have b
Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without“NO!” Kahan shouted as the saber sank into Hanabi's stomach.Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He split his blades and slashed his way through the militiamen between himself and Hanabi just in time to throw his blades aside and catch her as she fell, a look of utter shock on her face.
“M—Master...it hurts....” she murmured weakly.
Kahan nodded gently, barely in control of the emotions raging within him.
“Just hang on a moment, hold on Hanabi.” he brought his com online. “Sly! Get back to my ship and get Triage!”
“Sir?” the clone trooper asked in confusion.
“DO IT NOW TROOPER! Hanabi is hurt!”
Sly didn't ask again, severing the link as Kahan ran his hand over Hanabi's pained features.
“It'll be okay.”
She nodded, trying to smile.
“D—don't worry Master...I—I think I'm going to be alright.” she winced, clenching her teeth and smiled at him. “Promise me something?” she murmured as her eyelids flutte
SW: Kaira, The Grand InquisitorSW: Kaira, The Grand Inquisitor10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Commandant Aira-ty Nokta watched as the Jedi captive took another solid punch in the jaw from her Storm Commandos. This wasn't her first interrogation, in the past months since the fall of the Republic and the formation of the Galactic Empire she'd conducted dozens of these interrogations on Jedi and other enemies of the Empire. This was just like any other.
With another blow to the woman's gut, Aira-ty walked forwards, her men stepping aside, one of them lifting the Jedi's head up by her fur to meet her gaze.
“This doesn't have to continue.” Aira-ty said gently, looking into the bothan's eyes. “Tell us what we want to know, and we'll end this.”
The bothan's eyes blazed defiantly as she gazed at Aira-ty hatefully, her jaw remaining shut.
“Keep it up, but don't break her jaw. We need her to talk.” Aira-ty said with a sigh as she stepped back again and let the pair of Storm Commandos resume their ministrations as she leaned against the wall and continu
SW: Remember Who You AreSW: Remember Who You Are10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Hanabi followed after her Master hurriedly, catching up to him as he walked briskly through the halls of the Imperial Palace.
“You made her mad again.” she stated worriedly.
The Grand Inquisitor said nothing as she followed after him and so she pressed further.
“You could try being gentler.”
“Why?” he asked somberly. “It won't do her any good.”
“But it will at least show that you care!” protested Hanabi as they continued. “She thinks you've completely abandoned who you used to be!”
The Grand Inquisitor snorted in apparent amusement. “Oh? And who are you referring to?”
“Kahan.” she stated candidly.
He froze in mid-stride, coming to a stop. Hanabi stopped as well, feeling her heart race as he turned to look at her, his blue gaze boring into her silvery eyes.
“What have I told you about using that name?”
“It's who you are!” Hanabi said defiantly.
“No, it's who I wa
Star Wars - The Weak Will PerishStar Wars - The Weak Will Perish2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Star Wars - The Weak Will Perish
The tremor that passed through Darth Sear's vessel told him that he had landed on the planets surface. He was excited. Despite the fierce battle being fought over head, he had felt the Jedi break off from the republic fleet and make his way down here. What was so important, that the republic would allow such a powerful asset to abandon them mid battle? The Sith lord wanted to find out. Mostly, he wanted to test himself against the so called might of the Jedi. He had only ever encountered the Jedi once before. A Padawan. His master had slain him with ease. Now it would be his turn. The exit ramp slowly began its descent, revealing the grey sandy surface of the planet. Darth Sear walked out into a sand storm. This was of little consequence to the Sith, considering his cybernetic eyes. He scanned his surroundings, the darkening sky lit up with the fire of battle, his dark robes violently fluttering in the wind. He f
SisterSister7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sister had gotten everything she wanted. Everyone loved her. Everyone wished to please her. She was the more beautiful one. She was the eldest. Mother and Father favored her over me. The best always went to her and I always got second best, if anything. They all hung on her every word and she got all the attention. I was left to my own design. No one to say I could or couldnt. No one to care if I failed or succeeded. Until one day in the most beautiful spring ever.
He came from a kingdom over. He was beautiful, sweet, gentle, and intelligent. Sister expected him to trip over himself to please her, but he paid her no heed. Instead, he wooed me. Me, the one nobody cared about. Me, the one nobody worshipped. Me, the forgotten little sister.
Sister was only annoyed at first. But as weeks became months, and he still followed me, she grew angrier. She couldnt stand it. She didnt unders
SW: Sparring with DarknessSW: Sparring with Darkness10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Hanabi knelt in the training room, meditating and trying to find her center after the day's frustrations. She didn't know how much longer she could continue to do this. She was not cruel enough for this new life. She knew that the only reason she was still alive was because Master Kahan, the Grand Inquisitor, allowed her to live and protected her from the ire of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. In her turn she tried to follow his new path but found it hard to execute the level of cruelty that such required. At least Aira-ty seemed to have adapted well to the New Order. She was almost as bad as Master Kahan had become though she was often left at a disadvantage when he interacted with her.
Hanabi sighed fretfully. She knew that Master Kahan still loved Aira-ty and that she loved him...but she knew that neither of them would ever admit it. Love was a vulnerability in the Empire. It was an avenue for an attack that needed to be defended. Hanabi herself was a vulnerability for Maste
Our Own.Our Own.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are the ones whose hearts are bound.
We are the ones who control the fate.
Our love is our own.
So what obstacle thinks itself
anything close to a challenge?
Distance nor time, the inevitable
so called provocations!
Neither were those to affect us!
They were flies to be brushed away.
What say the living hindrances
before us, in our eternal love!
What is ours is never to be shared
Beyond the two of us...
For our souls, our hearts, and our minds.
Are forever our own.
CIS vs GAR WarshipsCIS Warships vs. Republic warshipsCIS vs GAR Warships6 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
We Have News On Your DaughterIt's early DecemberWe Have News On Your Daughter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We sit in our daughters room
Looking over her possessions
Praying she will be home soon
Just in time for Christmas
Her presents are under the tree
Ready to create some more
Of those beautiful memories
It's now mid December
Terror has frozen our tears
As our angels face is slowly
Beginning to disappear
Our lives are a landfill
For unimaginable pain
As her baby brother weeps
Wanting his sister back again
It's now late December
The festivities have past
As searches for our princess
Are slowly scaled back
A knock on the front door
The endless fall to the ground
"We have news on your daughter
A body has been found"
Never Again, LoveYou said you loved me,Never Again, Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was believable.
'You were what I needed in life,'
That's what you kept saying.
I followed every lie to the period,
For too many years.
I had so much love for you,
But not anymore.
You came running to me,
Begging to have me back,
Begging me for my love again.
That's all over now,
I don't love who you were.
Or who you made me believe you were.
You were my heart,
At least I thought so.
You lied yourself into belief,
Is that why you came back?
Or did you miss your fall back man,
The one who game you his all.
I've moved on now miss,
So find another man to deceive.
I was in love with you,
And won't ever be again.
As Echoes Drift OnwardsAs Echoes Drift OnwardsAs Echoes Drift Onwards3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The echo drifts onward,
Of tales unforgotten,
Or perhaps memories,
Discarded as blindly as faith,
For who could have seen,
That the man beneath the mask,
Could be so cold,
And callous to cast,
Away his cherished dreams,
Where do we wander,
Under the midnight moon,
When all roads lead to dust,
And where do we soar,
When all our skies are crowded,
With other lights burning far brighter than our own,
Do we seek to ever float so high
Or are we simply clutching
at the threads of fate
Hoping that just once
We are not the ones who cut the lines,
For the roads of destiny are a tightrope
And each unsteady aching step,
Is merely one after another,
On a path fraught with failure below,
Is this why we soar?
So that when we fall
We know the pain of loss
Is as hard and cold as the ground.
For no matter who or what slips away,
When all else has left,
We still have our dreams,
Our whispers among the stars,
That shine bright in our eyes
Till our light finally dims,
schismHave I not mourned you enough?schism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had everything and I gave it all to you.
I once had wrists and thighs and shiny eyes;
they are cold and hard and marred by scars,
but in a way,
I still do.
Have I not suffered enough?
I was a girl, but I carved myself into a woman.
Strange, how the ticking time-bomb of a heartbeat
could burn with the white-heat hate-speech
of something that is but shouldn't be
Hatred: ProjectHatred: Project9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am hatred.
I am revulsion.
If you know me and do not fear me, you are evil.
I have enough hate for myself.
I am a snake.
I am a w o r m.
There is poison in my blood.
I can never die a peaceful death.
I won't let myself.
I am burning now as I will burn then.
I am evil and it is consuming me.
There is no place in me but hate.
There is no place in me but d i s e a s e.
Do not touch me.
Stay away from me.
I am unclean.
How can you not smell it on my breath?
The r o t of me body, the d e c a y of my heart.
We are so much the same, yet so different.
You saw my taint.
Go away, run home.
Tell the I am the one.
I am the man, the murderer</b>.
There is poison</b> in my blood.
How dare she? I am a killer.
I am c h a o s.
I will show her.
I have changed my mind.
I will not die.
I will live as I am and as I will.
To Be A HeroI have this little idea in my head.To Be A Hero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It always blooms on the verge of tragedy,
and all the drama of life that is,
I want to be a hero.
I crave it.
But it's not what I want,
I just have this idea in my head.
A very little one,
there is quite more to me.
I imagine myself dissecting the weakness of those who dare challenge me,
mankind in its self.
I can see their eyes,
with that evil fear that ends men's hearts.
It is the part of them that dies,
and allows for demons to take hold,
and rotten ideas to bloom in a rotten mind.
Enough of that,
Sometimes I feel I can understand the madness,
but I learn to not let it manipulate me.
The villains are weak.
They are weak,
and puny creatures.
They deserve to be punished.
I do not see myself a vigilante though.
I do not actively seek crime.
I am no dark night,
nor a boy wonder.
I am not a woman who stands on the wa
SW: Family OutingAira-ty let out her breath as she settled the Sleek Blade onto the iced over landing pad of the Jedi Temple, leaning back in her chair and sighing as the ship's landing struts fixed into place with a unsettling crunch.SW: Family Outing10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hanabi didn't say that the kriffing place would be frozen over.” she grumbled.
As their mother cursed, the eight year old Ay-lana clapped her hands over her long pointy ears while the twelve year old Jaeriel smirked.
“Mommy's swearing again.” Ay-lana said worriedly.
Their father, former Jedi and General, Kahan smiled and leaned over the pilot's chair.
“Yes she is,” to his wife he said: “Hanabi hasn't been here in over a decade, I imagine it was better kept back then.”
“Did you ever come here?” Aira-ty asked as she powered the ship down.
Kahan shook his head. “Never. My Master thought it better to keep me away from the rest of the Jedi until she'd finished training me and I was never invited to accompany t
a backwards eclipsei. The wind captures my legs like in a still frame camera,a backwards eclipse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hair feels bristled and nerve endings alert,
for a moment I am separate,
I feel removed from time as though it no longer exists,
ladybugs hover flawlessly over lemon green leaves,
their opaque wings lie open and red as freshly spilled blood,
I am constant,
I am still.
ii. There are baby bees caught swarming my glass of milk,
dipping their abdomens in the pale liquid,
I reach out to touch one and they are peach fuzz and peaceful this way,
it reminds me of the time you put your arm around my waist underneath fluorescent lights,
that moment felt still too.
iii. When I remove myself from the raised voices and thrashing emotions
I can breathe,
I can see through sightless eyes,
I can see the blue jays that are held in mid-air against a clouded ceiling,
now I can feel their wings upon my face and they leave traces of freckles everywhere they touch,
kind of like how every-time you left me I would find traces of your breadcrumb heart
SoulmateSoulmate,Soulmate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call to me
In my dreams, your face
Seems more like reality,
I can't compete,
So I let you go instead,
But deep in my heart,
I'll always know,
That no matter what
Our love could have always flowed.
You're too good for me,
Is what you used to say,
But never did you stop and listen,
Why am I the one to always pay?
Never did you stop and ask,
If any of that even mattered to me.
Is what it always had to be,
So, my love,
I let you go, so you can be free.
The LoversBefore trembling firelightThe Lovers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
secrets bespoken without fear
lovers hold themselves near
whispered breaths on a starry night.
The language of the body stirs delight
what is kept silent is most held dear
to shed a nectar of the rose tear
beneath the moon a youth in nude shines bright.
The dawn rises a breathtaking sight
skittering shadows cast a last leer
the imprint of a memory remains here
a sweetness in the air on the wind takes flight.