Last Night of the WorldJessie sighed and laid out on her bunk on the Hope Springs. Two weeks since Order 66 and she was so grateful, so very, very grateful that instead of killing her, her Captain, her Tyr, had replied affirmative and fired two shots into a damaged and non-functioning console to make the now-Emperor Palpatine think he'd followed his orders. Now Jessie and the entire 66th Infantry were mercenaries for hire. Should they meet with Darth Vader, formerly Republic War Hero Anakin Skywalker, Jessie knew there would be no denying she was alive. But for now she and her men were safe, moving swiftly away from the Empire's power base of Coruscant and looking for other Jedi and Clones who had disobeyed their orders. She knew for a fact that Anakin's former Padawan Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex were safe. They were aboard the ship. Ahsoka had been on board when the Order came in and Rex had radioed in shortly after, saying that Anakin's last actions as a General in the Republic Army had been to release himLast Night of the World6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
P.O.W. KallenSitting in the darkened cockpit of the Gurren, Kallen boiled with anger as the enemy Knightmare carried her back to its base. How could they have such a skilled pilot?! Her clenched fist slammed the cockpit wall, knowing full well that she only had herself to blame for getting captured. How could she have been so stupid?! Going out without letting the technicians replace the power charger in the Gurren damn it! What in the hell was she trying to prove? She hadnt been thinking clearly, thats for damn sure. How just how could she have gotten herself captured like this?!P.O.W. Kallen6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She came out of her fugue when the Gurren shook violently, the other Knightmare setting it down on the hanger deck inside the Chinese base. Already she could see several soldiers running to surround her and the Gurren, machine guns aimed at the cockpit. She saw others approaching, climbing toward the co
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.Leaving Southampton3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
GalacticaSteel and hardwareGalactica4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made it through
(We'd be nowhere without you)
You gave us life
You fought like hell
(all your secrets, you'd never tell)
And steel and hardware
Made it through
Our hearts and minds
They made it too
No matter where your pieces go
You're a hero
(this I know)
So fight it hard
Your broken bones
Left in our homes
Men and women
Have died right here
You kept them near
But here it goes,
Our final run
(of all of them
this is the one)
Should I, and we,
And humans fall
You were our love
So say we all.
Ilana I lov- AYA!Ilana, IlanaIlana I lov- AYA!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can’t I get her name out of my head?
All I can ever think about is her.
Fuelling my rage, her loss!
I can’t even think right anymore!
This rage is over powering!
It’s their fault for starting this blasted war!
I’ll take down anyone in my path in your memory,
Please come back my Ilana!
I’ll do anything for you again!
Why did I think that?
I can’t think clearly once again!
I love Ilana!
Aya, oh Aya
Why do you choose to have her face?
I can’t hate you for wearing her face
It fits you.
Aya, oh Aya.
Please let me get there in time!
It does not matter, not anymore.
You are my Aya now
I whisper my love to you as time slides past.
My heart stopping when you come home.
Oh Aya, I’m doing this for you!
Please forgive me Aya!
Aya I do not love you.
I……I……Aya come home.
I really do love you!
WorldWar World, Part IIHUMANSWorldWar World, Part II2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The human race – quarrelsome, divided against itself, and from the viewpoint of the Race mad, mad, mad – continues to strive for superiority over the alien enemy. Although they now have huge, crude versions of Race fusion power plants, and weapons tech as good and in some ways superior to that of the Race, (among other things, having developed chemical weapons warfare to a nightmare peak beyond anything the Race ever attempted) and are carrying out experiments in deep space-based living and resource extraction the Race never saw economic value or point to, humanity still lags in a number of fields. The tools to build the tools to build the tools still need to be built – Race computer hardware is still beyond humanity’s ability to mass manufacture (although human computer hackers have made mincemeat of Race computer defenses often enough to make it necessary to keep computer systems in Race territory entirely separate from human networks) and human gene-sp
TCW: Death of a Jedi: Part 1Onderon: Five years after Order 66TCW: Death of a Jedi: Part 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Under his white stormtrooper helmet, Rex's gaze darted from one soldier to another. They ran down the canyon path. Only a few attempted to use the canyon wall for cover. Most ran along the trail, some so close to the edge they sent pebbles plunging into the canyon depths. Just because the rebel base was supposed to be five klicks ahead didn't mean there wouldn't be some sort of ambush
These drafted men made the most inexperienced shiny look like a seasoned veteran. Ever since they'd been forced into the war, Rex had made it his full-time duty to keep the boys safe.
Rex paced himself, running more toward the back of the row. Even with the twisting canyon, they were badly exposed on the trail. It was only wide enough for two men to run side by side and the lack of cover worried Rex. The rebels wouldn't miss an opportunity like this.
One of the higher ranking stormtrooper waved to Rex and the other stragglers. "Get a move on. The captain says those rebel
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
SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 6SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Crystal City, Planet Christophsis
“Can't you just shield us again?” Aira-ty asked in annoyance.
“I could, but there is no guarantee that we wouldn't bump into one of them and thus give away our position.” Kahan turned to look at her. “I do not know about you Commander, but I am in no mood to find myself exposed in the midst of the enemy army.”
“What about Skywalker and Hanabi?” Aira-ty asked. “We haven't seen them at all.”
“They are nearby.” Kahan replied, looking back at the assembled droids below. “I have ordered them to hold position for the time being until such time as we can make a difference.”
Aira-ty scowled. This was something she had never been any good at. Sitting and waiting. They were hidden away in the upper stories of an apartment block overlooking one of the main avenues of the city. A direct path to the government center where the Republic forces were stationed...though....
Jedi and the Scoundrel - Ch. 1 What was I thinking?Jedi and the Scoundrel - Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Atton couldn't believe he had told her about his past. But when she confronted him on Nar Shadaa about Atton' not being his real name, he had been caught off guard. And he was never caught off guard. And when she pressed him for details, he just couldn't stop himself from telling her everything. He had been so angry. With her, for making him confess it all. With himself, for worrying over how she was taking it.
He had assumed she was ok with everything. Well, as ok as someone can be when they find that someone they've been travelling with is a murderer. But he couldn't be sure. She was just so hard to read! She never seemed to let her emotions show. Oh, she was definitely capable of empathy and compassion. But she did all her good deeds lik
Displacement....rhymeStanding.Displacement....rhyme7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here in your life
Living through your glassy eyes
Your beauty pierces my flesh like a thousand sharp knives
My soul does not lie
I live for your presence
It is the only reason for my existence...
Just to be beside you and feel the impact of our internal energies
Our physics...our chemistries
I wish I was the sun that caresses your gorgeous face
Shining upon you ever so gently, so brightly
Like some sort of angel, heavenly laced
But from another universe...you came into me
Compelling these alien emotions to erupt within
I wish I was the moon
Guiding you through your darkest night
I watch you drift into unconsciousness
Intruding your REM, like some sort of parasite
As I manipulate your subconsciousness
discombobulating your insides
You cannot seem resist
My allure will continue to persist
Wondering aimlessly through those lucid dreams
Making them all reality, it seems
I am aware of your vulnerability
there is no escaping...
Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 31Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 313 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
28 May 3039
Jimmy had made the comment that the Fusiliers should simply have an assigned parking space at the Robert Marsden Spaceport and be done with it, considering how much time they spent on the tarmac waiting for DropShips to land. Both the APC and Alexandra's aircar were parked one in front of the other, with the Fusiliers lounging in the vehicles, chatting, or pacing while they waited for Shearling to land.
In one of life's weird moments and completely against all expectation, the would-be assassin had been found. Well, presumed would-be assassin if you wanted to get all technical about it, because the suspect was dead and couldn't be questioned. A massive, non-stop investigation had turned up the presence of someone in the city whose records were suspicious. A man who had not arrived with the three current visiting DropShips, but who'd been a passenger aboard the Europa
Ballad of a beggarО, как нелеп порой закон!Ballad of a beggar4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Уже не смыть ярлык позора.
Уж слышен колокольный звон,
И люд кричит: «Казните вора!»
Вот он поднялся на помост
И тихо прошептал молитву.
Factions of the Coalition of Western RepublicsAlthough the Coalition tries to present an image of hierarchical, monolithic unity, the truth of the matter is the Coalition’s government is fractured into several factions. United only in their subordination to the Supreme Director, fervent hatred of communism and the love of the Coalition’s common values, they all disagree on how best to create the “superior society” that the founders of the Coalition called for. This internal struggle, when brought up, is either vehemently denied or justified as another aspect of Darwinism that helps purify and strengthen the government. In truth, it is another tool for the current Supreme Director's use, playing his subordinates off one another so they never form an alliance against him. This rivalry has led to massive technological disparities among the different factions. Especially notorious is the arms race between the Directorate of Defense, Directorate of State Security and NCPDF, as each wants to develop new weapons iFactions of the Coalition of Western Republics5 months ago in Settings More Like This
Star Wars: On The HuntMaya Jeda stepped over a gnarled green vine and eased into the jungle. The plains of Shili ended abruptly, fields of waving turu-grass cut off by thick-boled trees. Where the occasional birdcall had sounded out there, the riot of sounds stopped as soon as Maya moved further into the jungle.Star Wars: On The Hunt4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The trees were widely spaced but surrounded by whole ecosystems of undergrowth. Even as she tried to step around the larger bushes and flowers, she heard animals start up again in the distance. There were dangerous creatures on this world; the native Togruta people were fanged and strong. Some groups still hunted akuls in a rite of passage to prove that even their children could survive when the wild inevitably bullrushed its way into civilization. Maya was glad to have her two lightsabers hanging at her hips, even if she didn't like the idea of fighting animals.
Those dangerous animals were the whole reason she was here. She had been hired to retrieve the urgluk bezoar, a hunk of nutrien
First Battle of Eden: Part 1The First Battle of EdenFirst Battle of Eden: Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Josheua Samuelson
A Chronicles of Man Short Story
The chime pierced the silence of the flag officer's quarters aboard the Alliance battleship Kilimanjaro, and Vice Admiral Harriet Spencer's azul eyes opened begrudgingly before the chime called again. Sighing, the five foot nine woman rolled to her side and glanced up at the communication panel at her bedside, tapping the glowing accept key and designating voice only. After all, it wasn't right for an admiral to talk to her subordinates while half naked.
"Spencer, go ahead." She said and noted the grogginess of her own voice as she checked the time. Zero two hundred. No wonder she felt like she had just fallen off a sunderhorse.
"Admiral, I don't mean to wake you but we have a situation." Spencer quirked an eyebrow at the voice on the other end. It was Captain Kuritz, Kilimanjaro's CO who, like Spencer,
Defunct FuturesSo, what's it like in the year 2012 in the...Defunct Futures3 years ago in Settings More Like This
2012 in 50's-world, everyone in the US wears hats. Men wear suits, women wear dresses or cute pantsuits. T-shirts and jeans or sweats are something nobody older than a teenager would be caught wearing. There are a lot of uniforms. Everything is very clean and often metallic or gleaming.
The Cold War is of course going on, and China, the Soviet Union, indeed everything from East Germany to Vietnam is the Red World, a unified entity which includes some parts of Africa, including the Red Congo. (Cuba, on the other side, is Capitalist and more-or-less democratic, if corrupt). Everyone in the Red World dresses the same, drives the same standard car, and reports for interrogation four times a year. (Except for the Inner Committee. But to get to that position on must have taken the interrogation drugs dozens of times). Although a "standardized" Socialist culture is promoted, the Chinese are still Chinese, and the increasing tendency of
Destiny Intertwined Chap 6Destiny Intertwined Chap 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ahsoka walked at a quick pace with
master Shaak Ti, keeping pace with her was wasy. They were both
Togruta, and though they were different ages, they ran toe in toe.
Each stride was matched perfectly. Ahsoka liked master Ti. She was
always there to offer advise, weather with Anakin troubles or just
every day life. Though the fact that she was stationed on Kamino was
a problem, Ahsoka soon grew a powerful force connection with the
master. She could reach her through her mind to such an extent that
One could be on Tatooine and one could be on Bespin and they could
still talk to each other through the force clear as day. Though
Ahsoka had a secret...a secret she dare not speak to the jedi, or
even Anakin himself. What would they do What would they say? Ahsoka
trusted master Ti just as much as Anakin, and knowing Shaak's nature,
she would keep a secret. Finally she spoke up. “Mater Ti?”
The older Togruta looked to her left and smiled. “Yes Ahsoka?”
Reclaiming Pandora, Pt 1Chris Field stared out of the observation decks of the ship that had housed them for the last five years. It had been a long voyage and was not to be in vain.Reclaiming Pandora, Pt 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been nearly eleven years since the forces of the R.D.A. had been driven of the planet by the indigenous people planet side. Causing humanity to lose it grip on a most vital resource, unobtanium.
This mineral was in essence saving the human race. Refining all of their technology so as to halt the advance of global warming and indeed, turn back the destruction of their home planet, Earth. It had created Billions of jobs for countless humans and provided the beginning of a new golden age for all of humanity. Now all of that was gone.
Chris gazed at the swirling clouds beneath him on the moon Pandora. They were going to take back that place and secure humanity's future in this universe.
"Sir, all of the men are out of cryo and just getting their gear out of storage. They should be ready for briefing within the half hour." Stat
The Guidelines Of WarWritten about the firsthand accounts of Navy SEAL Petty Officer First Class Marcus Luttrell during Operation Redwing in Afghanistan on 28 June 2005, showing the uselessness of the Geneva Conventions when the opposing force do not take after the Conventions themselves. Three of the four Navy SEALs on his team were killed in action due to the vote on letting three goat-herders go, instead of killing them, after they were discovered. The choice was based on the fear of the liberal media labeling them as murderers and resulting in imprisonment of four of our finest service-members; the choice got MOH-recipient Michael P. Murphy and Navy Cross recipients Matthew Axelson and Danny Dietz killed. Luttrell was also awarded the Navy Cross for selflessness in the line of combat.The Guidelines Of War5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Here's what's gotta be said.
I am, by no means, exaggerating the nickname for the nickname ("The Rules' Of War") of the Geneva Conventions, that being the fact that the Geneva Conventions are, simply (withou
TortureSupported by the cold wallTorture9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weakly he slumps back
Pressed against his bare flesh
Hanging his head in the black
Quivering as his mind aches
His withering figure collapses
A skeletal ball on the hard floor
As his every thought elapses
Alone and never acknowledged
Slowly deceasing, rotting away
In the midst of not knowing
About the outside in any way
Locked away from everything
The anguish and pain cascading
As his mind caves in on itself
Tears of tortured pain escaping
Freely flowing he trembles
Weak and small in the dark
He crawls slowly on the floor
Scraping a bleeding fresh mark
Sobs fill the dead silence around
A tear stained horrid shriek
A scream of total loneliness
As he falls into all that's bleak
Anguished he had nothing left
Nothing left within his frame
But empty thoughts
Of how the unknown made his pain
Future Shadows: Chapter 13Future Shadows: Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
10 July 3040
The Karakum Basin Proving Grounds were located more than two hundred kilometres east of Galatean City, and were one of several areas where mercenaries and FedCom troops could go to engage in military exercises. A unit had to book in advance (or have the right connections to get a last minute slot) and of course there were always fees, but most units found it worth the expense. There’s only so much you can do in a simulator. There’s no substitute for the real world.
The Fusiliers had been on leave for almost a month now and the increase in their morale was obvious. Although Alexandra wasn’t planning to call off that leave, she was in the process of looking for another contract. They were on Galatea after all, so she wanted to make the most of their time. On that theme she had scheduled an afternoon at the Karakum Basin so her sister could get some real-world practice. Today was going
Modern Naval Warfare: The Myths and the RealityModern Naval Warfare: The Myths and the RealityModern Naval Warfare: The Myths and the Reality5 months ago in Settings More Like This
By Ensign Irene Courville, CWRS Wilhelm II, Battlefleet Tripoli
Despite what the latest action holos say, space combat is very different from the wet naval battles of centuries past. There are no trench runs, no dogfights between the champions of liberty and the faceless red horde, and most ships definitely do not get close enough to one another to let action star Johnnie Dutch to float from one ship to another, through only several feet of debris-strewn space, to plant his boot in a Conseil admiral’s family jewels. But the holo filmers can be excused for these inaccuracies, as naval warfare in the 28th century revolves around what are possibly the most boring activities in the universe: math and waiting.
One particularly common misconception, one that the Coalition Navy devotes an entire semester of training to debunk, is that of the space fighter. While the navies of the galaxy have ready supplies of manpower, they d