Chronicles Of Ahsoka Chapter 3"Gotta sit down" she thought "just for a minute"Chronicles Of Ahsoka Chapter 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ahsoka found an old rusty bench on the side of the road she was on. It creaked as she sat down, but i didnt matter, her feet were too tired to care. she glanced up and watch as person after person passed by.
It took a moment, but she realized that this was the same bench she sat on years ago. It was almost poetic that she would return to this place. It was a day she could never forget, her fight with that assassin, when she met Kevin.
She reached deep into her pocket and pulled out an object in her hand. She opened up her hand and stared down at the ring Kevin gave to her, just hours before his death. She brushed off the dust off the shinning blue stone before gripping her hand back into a fist and slumped her head down.
"In breaking news,"
Ahsoka lifted her head and saw the screen across the street from her. It was the holo net news, with its normal anchorman sitting behind a clear desk covered with
Fire and IceFire and Ice3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The X-70 Phantom was cold and sterile, and it made Vector Hyllus's nose hurt as her took in the harsh smell of the cleaning chemicals the protocol droid had used to keep the ship clean after Kaliyo tromped through it in her muddy boots everyday. His enhanced sense picked up the pheromones and original chemicals scents, and it always made him slightly dizzy to think about them each as he did with the minds of the Killiks always curious to know more.
He was walking down the small corridor that lead to the cockpit, his boots echoing along the shining floors and his own entirely black eyes staring back at him, slightly distorted from the shimmering metal of the walls. He reached the end of the hallway and stood soundlessly in that Killik way of his in the doorway, watching her with a gaze more perceptive than any other mans.
He could see the rich colors that danced together in her hair like no human truly could. There were different shades of browns, from dark chocolate to lighter shades a
Ajunta PallAjunta Pall4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: Ajunta Pall
Characters: Ajunta, Revan
Disclaimer: KotOR and its characters are copyrighted by Bioware and EA
"One who has fallen so far, and done so much evil does not deserve redemption. In a way, such a turning from one's way is cowardlya betrayal of the self." Kreia
Death. The agony of eternity compressing your mind. Or what's left of it. After ages of pondering what remains of the things you set in motion, what you cared enough to die for, details start to deteriorate. Everything fades except the actions that haunt choices of a life long past. At one time I was powerful, feared, admired for what I wasnot who. Now I can hardly remember my name. I remember the Sith though. I remember how they brought me here and refuse to let me go. I remember how I forsook the ways of the Jedi, turned on my master, and crept into the corrupt darkness that fed my guilty pleasures. Now there are no such feelings. Nowait. There is some feeli
Aira-ty Nokta historyAira-ty Nokta history2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Aira-ty Nokta
HOME PLANET: Lonagh Wha
HEIGHT: 1.67 meters
WEIGHT: 61 kilograms
SKIN: Pale purple-ish
WEAPON: As padawan a lightsaber with green colored blade
As a mercenary Westar-34 twin blasters and knife. Additional weapons: flame thrower, grenades, poisoned darts, hidden blades, etc.
After the Clone Wars she built a new lightsaber with purple colored blade
SHIP: part owner of the Slave I, and has a modified Swiftwind-class courier, the Sleek Blade.
Aira-ty bornt as the single child of her parents on Lonagh Wha. When she was 4 a Jedi Knight arrived to the planet and recognized the little girl’s force sensitivity and convinced her parents to let her go to the Jedi Temple.
In the Temple despite her best efforts Aira-ty remained strongly emotional and restless, almost unable to meditate but she was skilled at lightsaber fight.
She was very fond of her best friend Sabor Ng'hru, as a teen she even had a
A pledgeI,____________, in all my douchebaggery, swear to be an asshole everyday. I will be a total dick to anyone. I will indirectly destroy someone's day. I will make a miserable person more miserable. I will be a jackass to children, a super dick to anyone who comes into my path, and will be a manipulator when it pleases me. I'll will push people to the edge and kick them into a tank of sharks. I'll only be nice when it suits me and my respect shall be earned.A pledge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the name of Dick Masterson, and all the other major assholes,
Go fuck yourself.
One Minute Star WarsOne Minute Star Wars10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Minute Star Wars
by Gagan Gupta
Quigon Jin: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Am I a Jedi yet?
Obi Wan: No
Anakin: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Obi Wan: Soon
Anakin: Fuck You I'm going to the Dark Side
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Luke: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Yoda: Jedi, you will be
Luke: Am I Jedi yet?
Vader: I am your father
Luke: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Yoda: After you kill daddy
Luke: Aww Mannn...and Leia's my sister??
50 Ways To Annoy Anakin Skywalker50 Ways To Annoy Anakin Skywalker50 Ways To Annoy Anakin Skywalker3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Follow him around. When he's not looking, laugh hysterically. When he looks at you, stop laughing and have a straight face. Refuse to tell him what you're laughing at. When he turns around again, continue laughing. Repeat.
2. When next to him, say out loud how good a couple Padme and Obi Wan make.
3. Constantly remind him of all his mistakes. (E.g: "Hey Annie, remember when you killed all those Tuskans Raiders?")
4. Tug on his hair. Run and hide. Repeat.
5. Think of a catchy, yet annoying theme song for him. Constantly sing it or hum it around him. Double points if you can get him to hum it as well. Triple points if you get the other Jedi to join you.
6. Scream "LOOK OUT ANNIE!!!" at the most weirdest times. (E.g: Right before he goes to the bathroom.)
7. Spray paint rude things about him on the walls of the Jedi Council. Run and see how long it is until he finds you.
8. Dress as people he knows and follow him around doing really bad impressi
WindLike the leaves on a treeWind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cold winter wind,
I have been...
Blown off again...
but that's just fine,
Because like the tree
in winter, I know
spring will come once
When it does, then
I will be the triumphant one,
regrowing what I lost,
The cold,bitter wind
that blew me off
to begin with.
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.
That Fateful Night [Part1]'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to me...it scares me. What in the world could've done that?'That Fateful Night [Part1]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHASE 0: THE DAY BEFORE
Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"
"Huh?" Kevin shook his he
Writing mental illness (a short guide)When incorporating mental illness into a piece of literature, the most important tool you need to use is research. This is true whether you want the mental illness to play a large part OR a small one, and it is true whether you know someone with mental illness or not. In fact, it's even true if you have the illness yourself, because no two people are the same, and your character may display different facets to you due to contributing factors like experience and personality.Writing mental illness (a short guide)1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
That said, research is not the first thing you should do, because before you get stuck into that research, you need to look at WHY you want to include mental illness in your literature. If you think it would be cool or fun, you might want to rethink it unless you're prepared to put in a lot of work because living with mental illness is not either of those things (generally) and what you're doing for a bit of fun has the potential to negatively impact someone else's life in a big way because stigma & misrepresentatio
50 Ways to Annoy G. Grievous50 WAYS TO ANNOY GENERAL GRIEVOUS50 Ways to Annoy G. Grievous4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Follow him for about 5 minutes, then randomly scream "GENERAL GRIEVOUS!" and hide before his turns around. Repeat until he finds you.
2. Decorate his cape with white frills and flowers. When he questions you about it, tell him you thought he was getting married.
3. Scribble all over the outside and inside of his ship.
4. Follow General Grievous around in his spaceship and frequently ask where the bathroom is.
5. Ask him if he smokes.
6. Constantly ask him if he needs a hug.
7. Throw rocks at him. When he turns around and questions you, pretend you have no idea what he's talking about.
8. Tell him Obi Wan has a crush on him.
9.Steal his lightsabers when he's not looking and replace them with celery stalks.
10. Whenever he walks past you, randomly break out in song.
11. When Grievous is having a battle with Obi Wan or any other Jedi, watch him and criticize him on everything he does. Ex: "Grievous, you're supposed to slash UP, not down!" "Grievous, yo
Star Wars Episode I ReviewStar Wars Episode I Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
People... why do you hate this movie? Come on, let's get to adult mature constructive manners - why do you hate this movie? It would make sense if you hated it because you don't care for the Star Wars franchise. But that's the funny part - you praise the original trilogy all the time in comparison, talking about this and that you thought was made wrong and overall ruined all three prequels to you, as it changed everything.
Here's the thing - the movie is only hated for the mere purpose of being different. They used a ton of CGI, they gave new styles to everything, they gave some new types of lighthearted elements, and you didn't like it therefor as it "ruined" the mood and tone and style of the original trilogy's. But that just means you prefer the way they made the original trilogy - it doesn't give you the right to bash the living shit out of the prequels for no apparent reason. But let me go through the major issues haters talk about over and over again, and let me respond to them:
Final thing to Star Wars Prequels HatersFinal thing to Star Wars Prequels Haters2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, dearest Star Wars prequel haters... I want to give you guys one final honest chance, and I will treat you with as much respect as I can.
To quote someone else... George Lucas didn't ruin Star Wars. You guys did. You had certain expectations with the prequels, and they didn't meet up with them. You say they could have done anything if it wasn't so "bad"? So wait... you are saying the original trilogy is better than the prequels? I could riff the living shit out of the original trilogy if I just had the right tools to do so, and the time and patience to... not to mention, the need to.
Let's face facts here. Star Wars aren't flawless masterpieces. Star Wars aren't meant to be deep clever movies. Star Wars are just some fun actionpacked popcorn entertainment. It might have some emotional moments? Yeah, sure. But that doesn't just go for the original trilogy - the end of the final battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan in Episode 3 was pretty damn emotional too.
I can compare so much. Jar
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.
PondsThe Doctor will never get to see his Ponds again. Or will he? River brings someone special to visit.Ponds1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor was lying under the console, fiddling with some repairs. There was a slap of lightning and a familiar crackle.
He smiled to himself and waved a hand, "River, can you hand me the Zeus plugs?"
"Is that him?" said a young voice in a loud whisper.
The Doctor's eyes popped wide and he jumped up. He stared down over the railing to the entry section below. River stood there, holding the hand of a six year old little boy.
River grinned up at him, an unusual hesitance in her stance. She was holding the boy's hand very tightly.
The Doctor crept slowly down the stairs. The boy studied him avidly. The child was no taller than River's waist, he had brown hair, and green eyes, and was skinny as a stick. He hopped back and forth from foot to foot, jiggling her hand. "Is it him?" he demanded again, in a loud stage whisper.
"Yes, sweetie, it's him." She laid a gentle hand on his head,
What Are the Odds? (You're a Lucky Boy)What Are the Odds? (You're a Lucky Boy)8 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Aira-ty walked down the sanitized corridor on the Kaminioan city, looking out at the wind driven rain as it buffeted Tipoca City. She hated this planet. It rained too much, like it was always crying. Still, as a place to raise her son Boba with Jango it wasn't too bad...and they never lacked for anything, save perhaps friends for Boba...not that Jango seemed to feel that Boba needed them. He was so intent on their son's training that Aira-ty sometimes felt that Jango forgot that Boba was her child too. Looking back from the endless rain she turned her attention back to the corridor as she came around a corner. She frowned and stopped, her sensitive ears picking up what sounded like the sniffles of a child.
Was that Boba? Her eyes narrowed as she followed the sound. If one of the Cuy'val Dar had hurt her son again she was going to thrash the responsible party within a millimeter of their life! She'd promised Jango she wouldn't kill any of his hundred man team while here, but that didn't
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
DanielName: Daniel NovielliDaniel1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOB: May 5th
Weight: 350 lbs
Occupation: Police Officer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Favorite area/muscle: Arms/biceps
Likes: The law, being a role model, working out, being active, cooking and baking, protecting those who cannot protect themselves,
Personality: Authoritative, masculine, highly protective, watchful, dominant, confident, spartan, dutiful,
Family: Mario and Maria Novielli
Relationship status: Single
Other interesting or unique things: Daniel goes through uniforms like copy paper. Either by outgrowing them, or flexing out of them (usually not on purpose though).
Daniel was born in 1993. Generally leading what he considers to be a 'normal' life in his younger years, the biggest point of interest he considers to be his heavily Italian heritage. While not having a strong Italian accent himself, he was taught to speak Italian fluently by his parents from a yo
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
The life of a grain of sandShores crumble before the stormThe life of a grain of sand3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The grains of sand shipped away
Another beach they'll form
On this shore they won't stay
Far away they will gather
Maybe together, maybe alone
On which shore doesn't matter
Where away they will be blown
The wind takes the grains
Holds them tight, caries far
Blows them upon new planes
Their resting places they are
Buried by kindred sand
A river cuts through
Where now trees stand
The grain moves to the blue
Again they travel in the sea
Caught up in roaring waves
To where they always flee
Before they sink to graves
All together in one pack
Formed into a sandstone
Very tightly they all stack
Into a deep to us unknown
Deep, deep, pressure and hot
The grains now something new
Their old form they forgot
Into a hard stone they grew
Now to the surface they come
Up they go, mountains form
Again they've felt the sun
Slowly they cool to warm
They cool, they warm, they cool
Slowly they come apart
It's the elements that rule
The time for a new start
The river flows, i
Keep the Dream SafeHello my little girl, not your sister by bloodKeep the Dream Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never the less, over you I feel so protective,
When you think of it, it's not that odd,
With your child's love so sweet and affective.
In this sunny afternoon of May,
I sat on the bench and observed your face,
Under the willows you started your play,
You were smiling with such an innocent grace.
In Neverland far away, you gazed at the skies
After the sunset we’ll seek for the first star
How I love to see imagination in your eyes
Here you can be the dreamer that you are.
Why are they making you grow up so fast
When the time is not right?
Hurriedly trying to make your childhood a past
As foolish as to try make day into night.
Hurry my sweet, come!
We’re going back under the willows and blue skies
That’s where our dreams have their home,
A place where a fantasy never dies.
ElationA sobering moment,Elation2 years ago in Letters More Like This
when I looked down and realized
that all the grains of sand in my pockets
had drifted away to a forgotten shore
what I needed was in front of me the whole time.
Quoted a reference; to keep me from going..
Still out of life, out of existence, out of knowing.
Quixote, a dream.. a life of long living.
Solving for Panza; the terms looked ongoing.
What looks like pie, is often demanding;
a reference to itself..
sits on the floor; a valley shelf, abandon.
Looking the space.. a bubbling crowned batter.
Subject well known, this eerie ground matter.
Two or three unto the nape of havoc.
Lot of life the best of habit.
For me to see an unknown magic..
Often looks the valley floor.
Vaporous smokes will cut into,
a blue flamed dragon's sullen hue.
Made of fire, it burns my veins.
Of yeasts and wheats, it waxes and wanes.
Looking for forgotten lore..
On ocean grounds the lies mean more.
Stark DreamsWhen I was four, I had fallen on the sidewalk,Stark Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, a stranger, were there to pick me up.
I had no idea who you were, but you were
always there to help me out when things became
much too hard to handle by myself. You helped me
with anything, from chores to being comforted when
my parents were never home to raise me. In a sense,
you became my everything, my mother, father, brother,
and other half. You helped me to grow up, but I began
to question your presence and why I never seemed to grow.
"I thought this might happen" you had said. We walked to
the hospital, and I kept expecting the worst to happen.
I had not expected to see my parents crying over a body I
didn't recognize. I opened my mouth to ask who the person
was, but then you said to me, "For so long, I had taken
care of you, but now you need to wake up. Live a long life,
get married, have kids, and maybe we'll meet again in the
next life." With a start, I realized that I had been in a
coma for fourteen years and that you we