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"Gotta sit down" she thought "just for a minute"

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 datapads, and a sign with the phrase "Breaking News" written in basic behind him.

"Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, Darth Vader recently left a press conference, for reasons unknown."

The very mention of his name caused Ahsoka to flinch. Forcing herself to stand, she walked across the street, and watched as the anchorman continued.

"The conference was about the incident with the planet of Alderaan, four standard years ago. A
single pilot said he had proof that the Empire was behind its destruction. But before the pilot
could testify, Vader up and left, killing three guards who tried to stop him. At this moment,
he is heading for his own personal shuttle. Like everyone else out there, i can only wonder
what is so important."

Ahsoka was speechless. Could this had be the moment she has been waiting for?

"What the hell, got nothing left to loose." she thought.

She looked down and slipped the ring onto her left wedding ring finger, then headed off,
blending into the crowd of the busy street.

Pushing officer after officer out of his way, Vader reaches the landing pad with his personal
transport shuttle sitting on it, only to have another officer run up next to him.

"Lord Vader," the officer said "you must go through Imperial regulations before departing."

"I created that rule!" vader said while whipping around to the young man "It is mine to bend,
and mine to break!"

"As you command, Lord Vader." he said with fear in his voice

Vader turned away and left, leaving the officer standing there as he walked up the shuttles
entry ramp. Vader saw the pilot sitting in his usual spot at the controls.  

"Warm the hyperspace engines and prepare for flight, pilot."

He nodded before doing as ordered. Vader settled himself into one of the seats as the ship
started to rumble under his feet.

Ahsoka's head slammed against the wall of the cargo compartment she had crammed herself into.
The floor was shaking, and she suddenly felt light headed, meaning the ship was taking off.

This is it.

She reached out and blew out the door open with a telekinetic blast, then leaped out with
lightsaber igniting. She had hoped to catch Vader off guard, but he was already up with saber
in hand. She felt his confusion, but Ahsoka would let him figure it out.

She launched herself at him, closing their short distance in a second and slashing at him. With
the years of fighting stormtroopers, and jedi hunters Vader sent after her, Ahsoka's saber
skills had drastically increased. In her mind, she and Vader were now on even ground.

But that didnt mean she was better.

Every time she struck, he blocked. Every time he struck, she blocked. Neither could get an
advantage over the other.

"L-Lord Vader?" the pilot called out "What do you want me to-"

"Keep the ship airborne!" vader yelled over the clash of their sabers "I will deal with her!"

Vaders attacks suddenly doubled in strength. Perhaps he was only toying with her, and was
now showing his true power. He tried an overhand strike that would have surely bisected  
her, if she had not brought her own blade up to block it.

Ahsoka knew she had to gain the upper hand, so she Vader with a force-blast under the Sith Lords guard and sends him flying back, towards the cockpit. Vaders massive form crashed into the controls. He was unharmed, but his blade had cut through the bottom of the pilots chair, slicing his loyal pilot in half.

And unfortunately for Vader, his shuttle started into a nose dive back down into the city. Returning his focus to Ahsoka, he stood up but instead of Ahsoka, saw a large round metal piece lying on the floor.

He ran as fast as he could and looked up to see a large hole in the ceiling of his ship. Vader leaps up and out the hole, and found himself having to stick himself to the hull.

Even with the years of fighting, Ahsoka's force skills had progressed little, and it took all she had to simply cling herself to the ship. Unfortunately for her, Vader did not have that handicap, as he headed strait for her.

Vader lashed out, using both his size and her inability to move, to his advantage. She soon
resorted to making their blades clash. As the green and crimson blades sizzled between them,
Ahsoka noticed the buildings they were passing by, meaning that she would go down in a fiery
death, if she didnt jump ship.

Ahsoka broke off hers and Vaders exchange and leaped off the ship, hoping there was somewhere
to land.

And her faith was rewarded, as she guided herself towards a landing pad located on the side
of a building. She landed nimbly, thanks to the force, and turned to find Darth Vader was
already falling towards her, with the ship already out of sight.

She flipped herself back, barely missing being squashed by Vader, and retreated back several
feet. In the distance, she could hear the loud sound of metal crashing into something, followed
by a bright orange light bouncing off the buildings and a large pillar of smoke.

She wished she could have seen the explosion...

But Ahsoka didnt have time to think about that, as she launched herself at Vader. But found
herself swinging at air, as Vader lept up and landed behind her. She barely got her saber up
to block the first attack.

"So, wheres your apprentice?" she asked over their clashing sabers

"Dead" he answered, knocking her back

"More death, huh?" she said "arent you tired of it?"

The duel continued in the rhythmic dance of their blades. "All things of the Dark Side end in
death." he plainly said

"Exactly," she said, ducking down to avoid decapitation by his blade "Arent you sick of it

"Anakin Skywalker is dead!" he roared as she drove her back and closer to the ledge.

"No, he is'nt" she said "Lie to yourself all you want, but i know he's in there!"

Against the ledge, Ahsoka gives no more ground as the blades sizzled against each other.

"There is only darkness, Snips." he told her while trying to force their blades towards her

"Dennie it all you want, but i can feel you in there!" she said with her eyes watering "I can
feel the light in you, follow it Anakin! Let it fill you-"

"Enough!" he screamed, knocking her blade away and plunging his lightsaber square into her chest.

The air left her lungs as she let her lightsaber slip out of her grasp, causing the blade
to retract and the hilt hit the floor with a loud thud. Knowing it was over, Vader disengaged
his own saber and returned it to his belt.

Minutes passed as Ahsoka stood, saying nothing. Perhaps her state of shock caused her vocal
cords to tighten up?

"Anakin. . ." she whispered, sounding as though she barely had air to breath, let alone talk.
"I know you can hear me"

Her leg twitched towards the edge and Vaders heart skipped a beat in anticipation, but nothing
happened as she continued

"I dont know why you chose this path," she muttered "but whatever darkness holds you, i
know you'll break free. And when the moment comes where you have to choose, i know you'll
make things right."

She stared down at her her ring. Then ran her hand over the blue stone. "Im coming Kevie" she whispered

Ahsoka lets herself fall back and over the edge, sending herself falling down to the darkness
far below.

And here he was, standing alone on an old landing pad, with his shuttle in flames and his
apprentice from almost thirty years, was dead. Killed by his hand.

The sun was starting to set. Vader reached down and pulled his comnlink off from an array of
devices on his belt. "Captain," he said into the device "Prepare for my arrival, i will be
leaving immediately."

"Yes, my lord" the voice said over the comnlink

Putting the comnlink back on his belt, Vader departs from the landing pad. And with new, mixed
feelings,heads off to meet his dark master.

Its Here!

The Explosive Conclusion Of My 3 Part Series, Chronicles Of Ahsoka

I Dont Usually Mess With Timelines And Things Like That, But Im Putting This 2 Days Before Return Of The Jedi.

This Story Is In No Way Cannon In The Star Wars Universe.

Star Wars And All Its Characters Belong To George Lucas.

[Chapter 1]
[Chapter 2]
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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 and highlights. She had it pulled back in that military way of hers, a tight pony tail. But, letting her rebellious colors shine through, her bangs hung loosely and some small strands had gotten free of her thin leather cord.

Her silvery-blue crystalline eyes, sometimes as cold and sharp as ice, but sometimes...only for him...they were warm and turned to steamy blues. She had full lips and wore little make-up, her face naturally beautiful, even to someone who didn't have his enhanced vision. The only thing that most people thought marred her were the three, long, vertical, jagged slashes that tore down the left side of her face. She wore her scars like badges of honor, and too him, they only perfected what was already flawless.

She had lost a lot of weight in the past few months, and she was thinner than ever before, her trying ordeal in the SIS as an undercover double agent for the Empire having drained her physically and mentally. She was exhausted, and he could only admire her for lasting  as long as she had. She had been mind-controlled, the Empire's own technology they had implanted in her skull to control her if she became too powerful and learned too much had been found out by the Republic and turned against them. She had been left a powerless, helpless pawn. And no one had been the wiser. Even he had thought she was just acting strangely, but no. She had been unable to speak to anyone, for they had put in place a block in her mind to keep her from speaking and disobeying. She still hadn't told the full story of how she had awoken from her own mind trap. But, he just was glad she was safe.

Vector himself was a Killik joiner. A human Imperial who had been bound to the Killik Pheromones and had joined their hive mind. Even now, he could hear there whispering about her, her bravery, strength, and power. Always her power.

Ignoring them as best he could and slightly repressing the bond, he cleared his throat gently, causing her to look up from the trance she had been in, starring out at the glowing planet of Nar Shaddaa from the pilot's chair, where the rest of her crew was enjoying the leave she had been given by Keeper to recuperate from her trying ordeal. She rose slowly and in that graceful way she had, like a cat, slinking and sly, as she looked at him, inspecting his black eyes, with no white and no pupil, and his smooth-shaven and firm face.

"Vector." she smiled her rare smile, one he only ever got to see, and crossed her arms over her chest. He was a pleasing sight to her sore eyes, and part of her was glad he had decided not to join Kaliyo, Dr. Lokin, and Ensign Temple on Nar Shaddaa's dangerous surface.

"I'm sorry," she said, her sly smile widening as he stepped closer, within touching distance, and she got a whiff of his strange, and intoxicating scent. It was something she couldn't describe, but it was the most appealing thing in the world, and she inhaled deeply as he returned her smile confidently, bowing with his right hand over his heart in his Killik tradition.

"I'd forgotten you'd wanted to talk to me when the others were gone," she continued hurridly, trying to convey her serious apologies. "I've got time now, if you'd still like to..." she trailed off, nonchalantly leaning back against the back of the pilot's chair, and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and trailing her fingers across her scars in the process. Vector laughed that soft laugh of his, it was very charming and very boyish, and she loved the sound of it more than air itself.

"Yes, but we'd like some privacy," he stated, speaking in his usual way, referring to the whole hive rather than himself as an individual. "No crew members, no Killiks, no emergencies...if you could arrange it..." he looked at her uncertainly, not sure of what to say to her, to convey the feelings they had only been able to share in fleeting moments just before something life or death had happened, or just before something terrible occurred in the hive.  

She was quite for a long period of time, and he was worried that she hadn't understood him. And that, if she had, she would say no. Or that she would worst of all...hate him for suggesting it. Her large eyes remained focused on him, scanning his face calculatingly, but not in an unkind or cruel way. She had all the love in the world in her gaze, and suddenly, a hope began to rise in him that maybe...just maybe...she would feel the same way.

Finally, she answered, slowly at first, but then a teasing smile broke out onto her face and he had to strain to keep from breathing a sigh of relief.

"I can arrange it," she whispered, still staring up at him in a way anyone but Vector would have found slightly unnerving. Then, her sarcastic side resurfaced and she reached for him, gently touching his shoulder with thin fingers.

"Shall I dim the lights? Pour a drink?" he laughed once more and she felt her heart soaring at the sound, her usual grim demeanor gone. He bowed again, a smile of his own once more teasing at his lips as he, in complete seriousness, responded.

"If you like," he answered slowly. "We'll meet back with you shortly, Agent Blaide." He always referred to her by her formal name. She was an Imperial Intelligent Cipher Agent, Cipher Nine. She had always gone by Blaide since she joined, and he had always called her such, even though he knew her real name, as very very few did. Akara Dantayus. He simply called her Agent, or Blaide or both, respecting her wish to leave her old life entirely behind.

She nodded her head and gave him one last fleeting smile before gently sliding past him and disappearing just a ways down the corridor into the small quarter she maintained.

Wherever they were, Vector hoped Kaliyo and the others were having as good a time as he was speaking with their fearless leader. It was the simplest things that seemed to make him the happiest.


Blaide didn't know what she was expecting Vector to say or do, but it was nothing close to what he actually did that night. She was absentmindedly looking over files on her large desk in her spacious quarters, flipping through mission reports and other documents.

Her quarters were warmly furnished in deep purples and the same silver as the rest of the ship, but thankfully, her quarters still had a small, homey feel to them. Despite her bitter exterior and hardened interior, she still enjoyed these small comforts.

She was still flipping through files when she heard booted footsteps coming back down the corridor, and she looked up from her paperwork briefly.

"Vector?" she called out quietly, her eyes traveling over to the doorway that lead out into the hall.

Suddenly, in a tone she had never, ever, once heard from him, she head his voice, soft and unsure, coming from the hallway. And what he said, oh what he said froze her, holding her in place as if a Sith had stopped her in her tracks. She couldn't be sure he had actually said it.

"I'm here, Blaide." he'd said. I'm. Not we're. I'm.

She was silent. Staring at him for a moment, before he suddenly stepped inside her room, walking in that confident way of his, and he looked at her, unsure of what she was thinking.

"Surprise." He murmured gently, reaching for her with arms that were the same, but now oh so different. She felt a smile creeping to her lips, and she couldn't keep her heart from beating like a drum in her chest, stopping her breath at the sight of him. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had.

"You look...wonderful!" she said softly, her voice barely a whisper as she fought to regain control of her breathing.

"You have nice eyes," she beamed at him, reaching up to touch his face with tentative fingers. There they were. So long hidden behind a layer of pure blackness, she could finally see them for herself. His eyes. Unaffected by Killik pheromones or hive minds. "It's so good to see them," she laughed gently. To Vector's now entirely human ears, it was the sound of an angel itself, no longer did he have to dissect the sound and feed it to the hive mind. It was just them. Just this moment.

Blaide was too busy literally being caught up in his eyes. She drank them in. Every detail, she wanted this to be one thing she would always remember, no matter what. The soft, delicate shape of them, the way his eyelashes left small shadows on his cheekbones. She loved the color, amber and chocolate swirling together in a mix of browns and golds. There were a liquid gold color and had rims of deep brown around the edges. Chocolate colored flecks dotted them and she marveled at the way it made his eyes stand out, his most captivating feature. They were looking down into her brilliant blue ones with a warmth she couldn't ever see in her own, a loving tenderness she couldn't imagine her own face contorting into. She knew they were fire and ice, and yet still, they were as perfect for each other as they could be.

She was still captivated by his eyes when he took her cheek in his hand gently, his fingers caressing her cheekbones and holding her gaze to his.

"You look different without your electrical aura," he observed quietly, trailing his fingers gently over the side of her cheek and she let her head rest gently in his smooth hand. "But just as lovely," he finished softly, letting his hand fall back to his side, keeping the distance between them so as not to seem to forward.

"The Aebea nest taught me to repress the Pheromonic bond entirely." he explained as a smile began to grow on her face as she realized this was the true Vector Hyllus. Not the one who shared his mind with thousands of Killiks, but the real and true man. She asked herself many times who she had fallen in love with. Vector? Or a thousand Killiks. But she knew the answer. She knew whose personality had shone through as he fought to become more human again.

"I can hold it for awhile," he added gently, their gaze still unbroken but by brief blinks that they both rushed so as to keep their gaze locked with their partner. They were finally seeing the true forms of each other, as they really were, raw and with no barriers. This moment was precious, and far, far too short.

He took a deep breath before continuing on, slowly taking her hands in his, tracing delicate patterns onto her thin hands with his thumbs.

"This is a moment for us to be together, one you needn't share with the Oroboro or the colony."

He waited for her response, expecting for her to drop his hand, or be completely spooked by his new appearance. He was still worrying about her response (he had apparently re-discovered that human quality, worrying over everything), he hardly noticed her eyes melting into the light, stormy blue he loved so much. That her gaze was full of nothing but care and admiration.

"You're a smart man," she replied with a slight laugh, her voice low, she was using the same sly tone she used when she was working up to some smart remark. "I don't like sharing." she stated cooly, squeezing his hand and taking a step closer to him. He too felt his heart pounding, and he smiled down at the beautiful woman so close to him. He had often wondered why she had chosen him, and as he admired her beauty once more, he felt the thought cross his mind. But he pushed it away, wanting to focus on the moment.

"I'll remember that," he said, barely having time to finish his statement before they collided, their arms wrapping around each other at the same time, and their lips meeting gently. He held her close, they were entirely about gentleness and care. Kaliyo was all about greed and lust, and Blaide wanted everything but that. The Rattataki girl had gotten herself into so much trouble with her care-free ways, and Blaide could hardly imagine how she could do so. But at the moment, it was made even harder as Vector gently kissed her, his love and care for her, his kindness and nobility, it was all tangible. She could feel it in every place their bodies touched.


They were fire and ice. He was warmth and light-heartedness. He had a constant desire for more: more knowledge, more learning, more culture. He was happy and all about the warmth so evident in his glowing eyes of brown and gold.

She was ice, all hard edges and bitterness. She was cold and calculating, critical, sarcastic, and often cruel. She would do whatever it took to get the job done. She was quick to anger, and she knew she was as hard and unfeeling as ice. Yet it had already been proven her mind was thin as ice as well. It could be cracked, by the Imperials, the Republic, whomever.

They were opposites, she was often angry at him for his gentle heart and kind spirit. She admired his loyalty to the Empire, and was curious at his kindness and generosity rather than the ways most Imperials were brought up with, the ways of their Sith leaders. They should not have been able to feel this way about each other, and yet they did.

She had taught him to regain his humanity, and in turn, he had melted away some the ice that had frozen her since her sister's run-in with the Sith lord and her family's death. He had brought her true happiness, and that was all that mattered.

While their companions spent their time, unaware on the Smuggler's Moon, Fire and Ice finally found their balance, a place where they could exist together, without harming one another. The only thing that mattered now was the love they felt for each other.


Without their knowing, morning slid into place, and Blaide and Vector stood quietly near the doorway of her room, holding each other close for a few last moments alone before the ship was once more alight with the noise of their companions returning from their night on the Smuggler's Moon.

"The others will be back soon," He whispered softly. Their heads were touching as he held her tightly to his chest. Their breathing was in sink, their hearts beating to the same tempo. She stood quietly, listening to the gently tempo as she drank in the sound of his voice. He gently leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek, leaving a lingering kiss that made her smile against his chest.

"But I am glad we could have this," he added slowly, pulling away from her just enough to he could give her his small bow, his eyes glittering with warmth and love as he once more pulled her close again.

"I do love you, Akara." he whispered, deciding the only way to get his true feelings across was to use her given name. Despite the sound of it, she did not react hostilely. She simply kept smiling against him, her eyes closed as she breathed in the scent of him, as she had done for the past few hours.

"I love you too, Vector." she stated slowly, almost testing the way the words sounded on her lips. She liked it immediately, loving the way the sentence was structured, the way it sounded. It was like no other phrase. So simple, and yet so laden with meaning it almost hurt. Almost.   

He sighed softly, stealing one last, gentle kiss as he brushed his lips against hers, trying to send her in that brief moment all that he felt for her. All the love, the care, the pride, the passion, the fear for her life, the adoration. He tried to convey all this in one last, parting kiss, and he hated to draw away. He say her stow her own sadness behind the layer of ice that was her eyes.
"Then it all works out," he murmured, his lips still hovering inches from hers. He pulled away, being very gentle and kind as he brought his hands up in a 'v' so that his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose.

He closed his eyes and she felt a flutter of panic as she realized what he was doing.

Vector let all his emotions come once more under his control before he let loose the pressure his mind had held on the bond. He would not share these precious moments and feelings with the Killiks. They belonged to him and to Blaide and no one else. He heard almost as suddenly as they had stopped, the voices of the thousands and thousands of Killiks once more chattering away, and for the first time in his life, it didn't feel as comfortable as it had before. Somehow, the way he had been with Blaide these past few hours...that felt more comfortable than he had ever been before.

Blaide had to hide her disappointment and sadness as Vector reopened his eyes and they were once again their usual black. She grit her teeth together and blinked, trying to make sure it was real. She knew he wasn't gone. He could easily become the man he was only moments before at any time, but the idea that he wasn't always that man frustrated and upset her as it never had before. Perhaps now because she knew that other man...

She stopped herself. They were the same man. She had fallen in love with the Killik-minded Vector long ago, and despite her initial hesitation, she loved him with all of her heart. Killiks and all. It was what made him himself, whether she could see his eyes or no. It was part of him, just as her scars were part of her.

"Now..." he said slowly, his mind still re-adjusting to hearing the Killiks once more. "We return to work."

She nodded slowly, smiling. She loved the way he spoke when he was with the hive. It was different than the way he had the night before, but she loved both of them the same. She squeezed his hand once last time as he returned her smile and bowed gently.

"Yes," she replied softly. "Of course."
So here is my promised Vector Hyllus and my Imperial Agent piece. It was immensely fun to write and i would suggest

you listen to this while reading : [link]

parts of the song (which i listened to while writing) are very innocent and sweet, which is how i wanted to portray this couple. Not in an awkward, smutty way. She may be very darkside and whatnot...but he brings out the good in her...and changes her and chips away some of the ice.

Vector is also one of the most interesting characters in this group i have as an Imp. Agent in SW:tOR. He's a neat concept, and I really like him in general.

I wanted to really focus on the differences between them as well. Anyway, I hope you like, and if you're interested, here's the scene, starting at 4:05 into it. [link]

its really sweet, and I liked it alot. I hope you enjoy, and please Leave a comment and tell me what you think. Also, in game, my characters name is spelled 'Blaede' since 'Blaide' was already taken. le sigh.
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Title: Ajunta Pall
Author: Heroes-Die
Game: KotOR
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 cowardly—a 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 was—not 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. No—wait. There is some feeling. I feel regret and guilt, those emotions than sink in too deep to be dulled by something as simple as time; they only grow worse. I can't escape them, no matter how far into eternity I drift. They won't let my spirit diminish. It yet remains for another reason, to find forgiveness for what I've done.

Belonging neither to the living nor the dead. It's a state of being I've almost become used to, but the memories still haunt no matter how far I'm removed from the waking world. The pieces of my mind I retain are disjointed memories of things I no longer know why mattered. Sometimes amidst these stagnant memories a living being intrudes. Usually it's to seek the power I once held in the form of a sword. It allows me to channel the dim speck of my life and focus it into the living world. But that's a lie I've told myself so many times it's become a sort of truth. The truth I deny is this: I feed from the living Force in the beings that enter here, sapping them while they try to retrieve the power that ruined me down to any shred of power I had left to my name. They desire my sword. It holds the power that made me what I was. And what I am…

Just like the sword, my power cuts both ways. It filled me then devoured me, leaving me with desires that could never be satisfied.
Death. Immersed in solitary darkness. That's the thing about death. There is nothing afterword. I chose this exile for myself, but I can't remember why. The feelings, that was the reason. I just thought about this, didn't I? Unending circles of thought. There isn't logic involved anymore, just haphazard thoughts strung together with a single compulsion to continue. If I stop, my spirit would diminish with no more than a whisper. This is what tortures me. Of all of the power I held, it no longer matters—it's important, useless. I wanted to go out with a scream that would forever scar the history of...what planet am I on? It has to be Kori—Koriban. That was it. The strength of the dark side poured into a world. That is why I was drawn here…to devour its power the way my sword had siphoned mine. The sword. But I've already thought of that as well. It needs to be removed from me. It's always there in my mind, drawing my spirit towards it, but I can never reach it. Never silence it when it calls to me. Perhaps I'm not alone after all. The sword speaks to me in the solitude.

Death. Isn't it supposed to be the ultimate finality? This isn't death—it's drifting. I drift on non-existent murmurs of the Force. Sometimes I feel guilty for using the part of the Force I had forsaken in life. Guilt. It follows me everywhere. With nowhere to go except deeper into a tattered mind, the feeling can't be evaded. I can get rid of it sometimes by thinking of the last person that disturbed these lingering thoughts. It had been... a young Twi'leck. He sought my sword, trying to obtain favour in someone's eyes. The Twi'leck didn't last long when he failed the test that was set before him, his life Force ebbing away while I added it guiltily to my own. Or had it been my sword that took his life? I was disappointed when the Twi'leck failed. Every time they come I believe for one moment they can release me, take the sword and loose me from it, but they always manage to get it wrong. And I am always forced to...terminate them. Their deaths had been quick—I made sure of that—unlike my gradual fall. I long for...

Another presence is here besides mine. I can feel this man from the other end of my tomb. He is powerful, more so than any I have encountered, but his presence seems familiar, as if he had left an imprint then departed without taking the test or the sword. Strange. Most can't resist the promises of every temptation the dark side could offer, most often the empty assurance of power. Maybe my time in this lingering state is coming to a close. But, wait…something is wrong. The power this man commands is not of the dark side at all. He's in the Light. Why would such a man come to a planet that is full of only the dark Forces of this universe? Disturbing. Interesting.

He is drawing much closer. It's almost time to reveal myself.

The man's footsteps pound on my spirit like a krayt dragon walking on grains of sand. The Force reverberates off him with such power—the sword is awakened by him and will not be quieted, nor will it be satisfied until the test is completed to whatever end. He also brings two companions. With this amount of energy, my spirit can collect more of myself than before. This is good. Perhaps I will be able to remember…remember my name. Maybe with my name will come more memories, perhaps even why I entombed myself.

The man strides through the dark side like it was nothing more than vapour in a desert wind—even in my tomb, in the bowels of a world that serves no purpose but to devour, he ignores the darkness. It's nothing to him but a shadow that can be banished by a flicker of light. He sees and takes what he will. That's what they all do, though this one puts more thought into what he's taking, the memories he's snatching from the supposed dead. The sword is the only thing left now that remains untouched. Remember, its power cuts both ways. There is a trick to finding the true sword. I know now. There were three but only one holds the truth. I cry out to take the accursed thing away, but the man must first pass the test. This is the test of three: I am that which grips the heart in fright, hearkens night and silences the light. If one choses the right sword, there is a reward, but failure will cost a dear price.

The sword is removed. The man has taken the bait and sealed two paths of fate. Now is the time to reveal myself; a semblance of life floods my spirit, and I am discarded into the world of the living. Memories return and I ache with the force of them. It has been too long…too long in the cold and the dark. They remain there staring at me, except for the one. He stands still, taking me in, evaluating me. He knows me for what I am and yet shows no fear. He knows I am simply a remnant of the Force, a ghost from things so lost in history even the land has forgotten its past. But a crushing weight presses upon this man as well—a past he would rather forget bowing his head. But I must ask him. Am I disturbed again? A human…

They stare and remark upon the shifting, confused spirit before them. But why is there a…Jedi? Here? Why have you come to this dark place, Jedi? Why…disturb my sleepless rest? Do they even know why they wake me or what they've taken?
But they ask…they speak, and they ask my name.

I…had a name, once. It scurries to the forefront as it's summoned for this Jedi, the name a harbinger of memories that I realize I never wanted back. Ajunta Pall. Yes, that was my name. I was one of many. Many that held the same guilt that plagues me now, but then we called it power. Only now we know its truth. The dark side does not serve you, it serves itself. We were servants of the dark side, for it will never have a master…Sith Lords, we called ourselves. So proud.  

In the end we were not so proud. Now, as I stand before this man in the Light, I know I deserve this fate; my shadows cower in the light of his truth. We hid…from the ones we betrayed. We fell…and I knew it must be… I've been judged rightly in this exile. The things I've done…There is no hope for me unless they take my sword. If they take it, perhaps it will let me go. Finally let me go.

Will this man show mercy? Would any being on Korriban show mercy…

But I see this man where the others do not. I…see your heart, human Jedi. I see your power, your pride. You…you will find the old place, the dark place, and you will regret it.

I see the spaces in you the Light cannot reach, little Jedi.

Ah, I see you've found the dark place already…

I've walked your very path and reached its conclusion. What will decide your fate is this:

Is there enough truth, enough wisdom in you to see the shapes of malice in my Darkness?

Or will your flicker of Light go out?
I was wondering what Ajunta Pall would think about while his spirit was stuck in a state of not-being and this is what came of it. I love his character and what he has to say to Revan if you enter his tomb.

Korriban was my favourite planet.
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Dooku's betrayal
Alternate Ending

"Before I took you in you were taught by a weak minded fool!" Dooku told her, he sounded as though he had regained some of his strength.
"Master Narec was a better man than you will ever be!" she yelled. She began crashing down hard on Dooku's saber with her own, her rage controlling her, she broke through his defence and he fell to the ground. She screamed and raised him up into the air and began to choke him with her force choke. The moment had finally come! Dooku would be dead soon, she would have had her revenge and could leave this war behind her. Suddenly she sensed something, she tossed Dooku aside briefly and turned to see the saw the droid general. His body was now charred and damaged; half of his helmet was missing revealing the dark skinned remains of his former Kaleesh self.
"You've failed!" Ventress told him. Grievous laughed. She sliced at him; he blocked her attack with his green saber. Their sabers clashed as they both moved in unison to block the other's attack. She was thankful that she was currently facing a weakened version of the droid because she knew she would not be able to take him on at full strength in her current state. He tried to grab her but she moved quicker than he did and she managed to slice off his right arm. He stumbled back. "You should have left Grievous! Because I am going to ensure that both you and your master will die here!" she held out her hand and lightning shot from it and into Grievous in a small gap in his chest plate. Smoke began to come out of his chest as his reptile eyes widened. The lightsaber fell out of Grievous' hand and the inside of his chest exploded. He collapsed onto the ground. Dead. Ventress approached Dooku who was still on the ground. He was beginning to pull himself up. "Don't get up!" Ventress said with new found strength and she forced Dooku back down. She heard a strange metal clicking coming towards her; she turned and saw the hologram of Darth Sidious.
"You have done well Asajj!" he said with a twisted grin. "Now kill him and take his place!"
"M-master!" Dooku muttered.
"Silence you pathetic insect!" Sidious cackled. Ventress lifted Dooku with the force, he tried to resist it but he was helpless. Ventress pulled him into the red saber. He let out a weak grown and then Ventress threw him off the platform. She turned her lightsaber off and sheathed it. She looked at the hologram.
"I will never join you!" she told him and she began to walk away.
"Then you will be hunted like the animal you are!" Sidious roared. "I will make sure you are the most desired being in the galaxy! Bounty Hunters, the Republic and the CIS shall all hunt you for this disgrace!"
"I'm flattered!" Ventress said with a smile. She picked up her other lightsaber; two mercenaries remained in the throne room. The one she put in charge and a Trandoshan.
"It done then?" asked the leader.
"It is, we better return to Jabba so you'll get your payment!"

The three of them returned to the Hutt's palace in the Dune Sea.
"We did the job for 'er!" the leader mercenary told Jabba.
"Good!" Jabba chuckled. He looked to Ventress. "Where will you go now my friend?"
"I am unsure; I plan on leaving the Clone Wars behind. With Dooku and Grievous dead I'm sure it is only a matter of time before the CIS crumble" Ventress explained.
"Know that you will always be seen as a friend to the Hutts!" Jabba told her. "And you are always welcome here!"
"Thank you mighty Jabba!" Ventress bowed and left the Hutt's court with a smile on her face. She had won!
I decided to do an alternate ending to the Dooku's betrayal story. This is a very short ending but I am thinking of allowing it to go on to a series of non canon (obviously) stories.
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50 Ways To Annoy Anakin Skywalker

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 impressions of them. When he tells you to quit copying them or something like that, insist you're actually them. If he doesn't believe you, run away and copy another person. See how long you can keep this up.

9. Whatever he does, tell him that he's breaking the Jedi Code.

10. Whenever he enters the room, scream at the top of your lungs "THE GREAT CHOSEN ONE HAS ARRIVED!" Throw flower petals at him and start dancing.

11. Smack his butt constantly for no reason.

12. When he tries to talk, yell "Shut up!"

13. Walk up to him and say "Hey, you know that guy Anakin? The one with the bad hairdo, smells like rotting fish, has the biggest nose, etc." See how long it takes for him to hit you.

14. Follow him around, saying everything he does in detail. (E.g: "Look how Anakin walks, so proudly, yet with so many burdens upon his shoulder, thick brown locks gracefully blowing in the wind even though we're in a building...")

15. Whenever Anakin is talking to Padme or he's around her, get his attention. Then move your eyebrows up and down suggestively while giving him a thumbs up.

16. Throw stuff at him. When he asks, tell him you're feeding the ducks.

17. Whisper creepy things as he walks past you. ("I see you, Anakin.")

18. Run up to Anakin and say "Oh, Anakin, can you fly?" When he answers no, then ask "Oh, then can you walk on water?" Keep on doing this, and after about five questions, look very disappointed and say "I thought you were supposed to be the Chosen One."

19. Take pictures of him and sell them to people.

20. Put pink highlights in his hair. Blinding pink. Don't tell him. See how long it takes for him to find out.

21. Insist he sing songs with you. If he refuses, follow him around trying to get him to sing. In the very rare event that he does, make him sing embarrassing songs. LOUDLY.

22. Make up ridiculous theories about how he got that scar on his face.

23. Before he wakes up, put your face really close to his and make the creepiest expression ever. When he wakes up, whisper "Good morning, Annie."

24. Put eggs in places where he will sit. Raw ones.

25. Protect him from absurd things. ("Annie, don't use that toilet! You don't want to get germs! DON'T DO IT!")

26. Steal his lightsaber and color it pink, put stickers on it, put glitter on it, etc. Then give it back to him, claiming you pimped it up for him. Scream and cry if he doesn't accept it.

27. Tie up his hair. Comment on how pretty he looks.

28. Give him a note in secret (make sure he doesn't know you sent it) telling him he has an urgent mission and to go to a certain place. At that place, put another note that tells him to go to another place. Repeat this, using different locations and eventually make them lead to where it started. At the last note, write "Um, I forgot. Sorry."

29. Stand very close to him and smell the air around him. When he asks you what you're doing, tell him you couldn't resist his smell.

30. Give him fake money to do something simple (like breathe). When he does, give him the money. Run afterwards.

31. Run up to him crying "There's someone outside the building! Anakin, please make him go away!" Tell him to follow you. Exit the building. While he's looking around for the person, run back inside the building and lock him outside.

32. When he's walking outside of a building, stare creepily at him through a window.

33. Whenever you see him, yell "RUN EVERYBODY!" for no apparent reason.

34. Ask him every five minutes if he's happy. If he says no, use weird ways to cheer him up. If he says yes, sing a song. Any song.

35. Hold his hand. All the time.

36. Ask him if he wants to run naked in the Jedi Temple. Call him a no-fun loser if he refuses. If he actually accepts...well...that's up to you.

37. Pants him when he's in a room with other people. Run.

38. When you two are in the same room together, stand across the room from him. Scream at the top of your lungs "HEY ANAKIN! HOW'RE YOU DOING, MY DESERT HOME BOY?!" Better if done with people in the room.

39. Follow him around whispering very loudly in his ear "Psst, Anakin. Hey, Annie. Aanniiiee...Annie." When he asks you what you want, stare at him and say you forgot. Repeat.

40. Make weird faces when he's not looking. See how long it takes for him to find out.

41. Whenever he's walking to a place, walk very close to him or in front of him and try to make him trip. When he yells at you for it, cry and walk away. Ignore him for a week or so. Then repeat.

42. Scream "HEY YOU" whenever he walks past.

43. Make a sock puppet that looks like him. Call it Annie Jr. Always have it on when Anakin's around you. Talk to it constantly, make it sound like a really bad impression of Anakin, and follow Anakin around trying to get him to be friends with it. After about a week, make sure you have Annie Jr. out and Anakin's in the same room. Talk to it casually, then argue with it. Then yell at it. Then scream at it. Then rip it off your hand and throw it across the room. Scream "YOU WERE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!" Walk out of the room. Refuse to discuss the incident with Anakin. Or anyone for that matter.

44. Tell Anakin you have a picture of Padme's boobies. Actually have a picture of something stupid, like really saggy dirty old man boobies. If Anakin wants it, get him to do something really stupid in order to get it (like make him wear no pants for a day or something like that). Give it to him, then run. If he doesn't want it, tell him it's okay. Because Obi Wan wanted it anyways.

45. Handcuff yourself to him. Videotape the ensuing chaos.

46. Glue squeaky toys on the bottom of his all his shoes. With superglue.

47. Constantly give him gifts, but make them really stupid crap. Like pink sparkly umbrellas and thongs. Scream and cry if throws them away or doesn't want them.

48. Attempt to use the Jedi mind trick to make him do stupid things. ("Anakin, you will booty dance in the middle of the Jedi council…")

49. While he is sleeping, put sweaty socks over his face. Put a video camera to record his reaction when he wakes up. Sell it to all the Jedi.

50. Get a couple of friends (about 5 to 10). Find Anakin and form a circle around him. Randomly start dancing. Have one friend start dancing about 10 seconds after you, then another friend 10 seconds after that friend. Do this until all everyone is circled around Anakin, dancing randomly. Clap, and have everyone stop quickly. Stand like this, still circled around him, doing nothing. Then have one the friends (or you) start doing MC Hammer dance moves while the others chant "OooooOOOOOOoooooh…" Then stop again. Clap twice and leave with all your friends (make sure to have serious expressions). Say nothing. Just leave.

Anakin will be extremely confused.
"Hey Brandi, I thought you were going to make actual art."

Yeah, I say that sometimes.

Had this sitting on my computer for half a year. Polished it up and decided, what the hell, I'll post it.
Chose Anakin because I cannot recall any "Annoy Anakin"s around here. I try to make these with people who don't have any. If you have made one with Anakin, good job for doing it before me.

I might make more. If I feel like it.

Any similarities to other how to annoys are pure coincidence.

Any mistakes? Point them out to me and I'll fix it.

Enjoy :)
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I,____________, 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.

In the name of Dick Masterson, and all the other major assholes,

Go fuck yourself.
If you believe this, pledge
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~Damian + Stephanie~

Maybe it was just him, but Damian didn't think anything about this place screamed "criminal". Unless, of course, it was criminal to run through crowds of whining children, carrying funnel cakes and overstuffed Superman dolls.

He hated amusement parks.

But, of course, this was where Dick had sent him. A crummy little carnival center on the outskirts of Gotham, with maybe a few nice roller coasters to its name. And those were just in order for the park to maintain its dignity. What on earth he was doing here, Damian hadn't the slightest clue. He should be out with his father, not following the orders of a man who wasn't even Batman anymore.

The ten-year-old was standing in the middle of the entranceway to "FunVille Gotham", wishing for the life of him that he was someplace else. The park entrance was decorated with blacktop and a large, swooping arch entryway. There were various banners declaring upcoming events, a crowd of ticket stands, and bathrooms that were so backed up there was a line coming out the doorway. Then, of course, there were the cameramen. They were all in bright green shirts and were wearing masks that made them look like cartoon animals, wandering around, practically throwing themselves at every photo opportunity they saw. Damian himself had been asked for a picture twice already, and he wasn't even with anyone.

He never did understand the appeal of these parks. You could get a far greater adrenaline rush jumping off a rooftop. Or hijacking the Batmobile. Yeah, that was pretty fun too.

He glanced around for a moment, wondering where you started when you were "investigating" a child's oversized play place. A little girl with pig tails scampered by him, dropping peanuts from a little bag she held as she went. In her other hand was a map.

Well, it was a start.

Damian put his hands in his shorts pockets and headed over the way the girl had come, to an information stand bursting with advertisements and papers. He plucked a map from one of the crammed shelves and unfolded it.

The map didn't surprise him much. It was drawn and colored in an anime-style that made the buildings all look goofy and far more exciting than they really were. There were the typical rides, the Log Flume and the Carousel and the Circus Wheel. Then there was another, smaller area shaded with darker colors and patterned like a disco ball. The Teens area, or so said the map.

If there was anything to "investigate" in this park, it would be over there.

He tucked the map into the back pocket of his shorts and started heading south, into the depths of the park. He passed three frozen lemonade stands and two stores selling miniature fans and fanny-packs before something caught his interest.

It was resting next to the Teens Area entrance, something you only really saw when you had nothing else to look at. It almost made him laugh out loud. Had Colin been here, he probably would have.

It was a store selling Batman merchandise. But, of course, this didn't really surprise Damian. He'd seen several kids lugging around lunchboxes picturing his famed mentor plenty of times already. But there was something else, hanging by a string to a little post. Something he had never seen before, a rarity among the Batarang key chains and Batmobile replicas.

It was a doll. A little, plush-sized replica of Gotham's very own Fatgirl.

Damian wasn't one to get distracted from a mission easily, but this was too good to miss. He grinned in spite of himself and stepped towards the store, marching right past the mini-shelves that displayed action figures.

He picked up the Batgirl doll by the string and unhooked it from the post, giving it a good look-over. It was surprisingly detailed for an amusement park doll. Smooth, blonde hair that curled down over a small sheet of black and purple fabric that served as the doll's cape. Little triangles of cloth were attached to the forearms, like the spikes on Fatgirl's gloves. The Batsymbol decorated the doll's chest, and there were purple stripes along the lengths of each side. The eyes behind the mask were even blue.

He frowned, looking at the doll more closely. The eyes were blue, although not quite the right shade, he noticed. No, Stephanie's eyes were more of a clear, bright turquoise, not a dark—

"Oh, stop checking me out already."

Damian froze.

Oh God, no.

He turned around and, of course, there she was in all her teenage glory. Stephanie Brown, wearing a pink t-shirt and jean shorts, sipping from a Pepsi cup that she held in her left hand. She smiled at him smugly, then jerked her head towards the doll. "You know, that's nothing like the real thing."

Why did she have to be here, of all people? Damian had been just beginning to enjoy himself.

"What are you doing here?" he asked accusingly, immediately tossing the doll back onto the shelf, where it struck haphazardly and fell onto the floor. Stephanie saw this and narrowed her eyes, scooping to pick it up and put it back more carefully.

"I could ask you the same thing," she said. "This is the Teens section, Damian. You're ten." Her eyes flicked over to the very obvious "Teens Area" sign.

"I'm investigating. Grayson sent me."

"Dick?" She raised an eyebrow. "I thought he was riding solo now. Nightwing-in' it up."

"He is. I'm doing him a favor." Damian crossed his arms.

Stephanie snorted, almost spitting out some of the soda she had been drinking. Damian's face twisted into something like disgust at this grotesque action.

"Favor? You?" she asked, laughing. "Little D, I may not be the World's Greatest Detective, but I've worked with him, and you are not the kind of guy who gives favors."

Damian rolled his eyes at this and attempted to walk past her.

"Hey, hold up, hotshot." She turned and followed him, walking beside him. "You said something about investigating. Why? This park's hardly suspicious."

"I don't know, ask Grayson. He told me there were weird things going on lately, missing workers, so on and so forth. Told me to investigate. So I am." He turned and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is that so awful?"

For a moment, she seemed taken aback by this. "I—well, no. It just doesn't make sense. FunVille's, like, the most normal place in Gotham. I'm here with a couple of friends."

"Good for you. Glad to see you're interacting with your own breed. Now, if you'll let me on—"

Stephanie took an extra step forward and cut him off, standing in front so that he was forced to stop in his tracks. She put her hands on her hips. "Now, hold on one sec. First of all, aren't you happy to see me? It's been two months. And secondly, I can help you. Believe it or not, I still remember a few things from my Bat days."

Damian looked at her bluntly, considering this for a moment. It was true that he hadn't seen Stephanie for two months, since she gave up the Bat costume and went off on her own. Sure, it was odd not having her around bugging and pestering him every waking second of every day. But did he miss her? Certainly not. She'd been a pain in his side since they first met.

As for helping, well…

"I thought you were going solo," he pointed out, unconsciously mimicking her action and putting his own hands on his hips.

Stephanie saw this and smirked. Then she met his gaze again. "Yeah, I'm going solo now. But it doesn't mean I've totally opted out of team-ups. Come on, I've got nothing better to do tonight. Let me help."

"That makes you sound pathetic," Damian said. "It's Friday, Brown. What are you, a sociopath?"

"Says the kid with only one friend," Stephanie replied, narrowing her eyes. "I've already told you I'm here with a couple buddies."

Damian threw up his hands, already exasperated. "Whatever! Why don't you go out with Drake or something?"

"Tim?" She snorted. "I haven't heard from him in three weeks, let alone seen him. I'm guessing he's off angsting his way into middle-aged life. I swear he had grey hairs last time I saw him." She winked. "So I'm free tonight."

Damian sighed, crossing his arms. "You can't get in my way."

"Have I ever before?" She asked, smiling. Then she caught his glance and the smile faded. She quickly added, "Okay, don't answer that." She waved a hand at him dismissively. "But sure, fine, whatever. Deal."

"10:00 tonight. Meet at the pizza shop," he ordered, glancing around quickly to make sure no one was listening. Paranoia was almost definitely a gene he'd inherited from his father.

"Gotcha. 10:00. I'll be there," she told him, and started walking off. "Tell your daddy I miss him!" She raised a hand to her head and pretended to tip an imaginary hat, then ran off towards her group of high school friends.

Damian watched her leave with his arms crossed, shaking his head.

"One day, I'm gonna kill her. I swear," he muttered to himself, turning and walking the other way.

He actually considered this for a second, and then smiled slightly. Nah, he couldn't kill Stephanie. She'd probably get herself killed before he could get the chance.

And even if she didn't, he wouldn't kill her anyway. There was something odd about that girl, something that made him somewhat like talking to her. Maybe it was because she didn't talk down to him, the way his father, Drake, and even sometimes Grayson did.


He shook the thought away and headed back the way he'd came.



Damian glanced over at the large digital clock that rested over the Funville entranceway. 10:05, it read, and the famous Miss Brown wasn't here.

Of course she wasn't.

He was resting on top of a pizza shop's roof, his cape flapping gently behind him in the wind. His hood was resting nicely over his head and the park was completely dark and deserted, besides a few streetlamps and the occasional janitor, cleaning up after the raucous kids rampaged through earlier in the day.

He sighed, figuring he was going to have to do this alone. It wouldn't be the first time, but it would have been nice to have an extra pair of eyes. Even if Stephanie was so clumsy it was sometimes hard to believe she could stand without a crutch.

He pulled himself into a crouching position and pulled out his line. He was just about to leap when he heard another cape flapping, this one faster than his own. He glanced up.

Damian had never seen Stephanie in her Spoiler costume before. It was an odd purple-pink ensemble, complete with hood, swooping cloak, and black sheath that completely covered her face. If it hadn't of been so incredibly girly, Damian might have thought it looked cool. The hood especially. He liked the hood.

"Hiya," she said simply, as she landed (somewhat) gracefully on the rooftop beside him. It was incredibly strange hearing her voice but not being able to see her lips move. Like Spiderman or something. Damian couldn't stand that Parker kid.

"You're late," he replied, trying to sound serious but unable to hide a slight smirk.

Stephanie ignored this comment and did a quick twirl for him, causing the cloak to spread out like the skirts of some 1900s party dress. "You like it?" she asked. "Made it myself in the pre-Batgirl days."

"It's alright," Damian replied, pulling his hood tighter over his head. "We could sit here admiring your costume all day or we could actually get the job done."

She made a sound that caused him to think she was probably rolling her eyes. "Sure, sure, whatever. You're such a spoilsport."

Oh, Lord. She'd made a pun. He could practically hear her grinning.

He sent a narrowed-eye glance her way, then cast his line. "Come on, let's check out the coasters first. One of the workers there went missing a couple of days ago. Grayson said his name was Adam Kingston," he told her, then leapt into the air, letting his line carry him.

She quickly followed, casting her own line and flying beside him. "What's he look like?" she asked over the increased sound of the wind.

"Brown hair, hazel eyes, medium build. Used to be a lawyer, lost his job, got one here. Probably has a decent amount of cash leftover though."

"Jeez, that sucks. A lawyer and now an amusement park worker?" She shook her head in disbelief. "You think that's why he went missing? Some mobster wants his money?"

"Probably. Could be a matter of other things. Why don't you do some of the figuring, Spoiler?" he asked dryly, pulling on his line and landing on the asphalt ground.

"I would, but I figured you could work on your Junior detective skills while I relax a bit. Running solo's not as easy as it seems," she replied and landed beside him.

The duo looked around at the various roller coasters. The only one that looked mildly exciting was to the left, a black hunk of machinery with a couple inverted loops and a corkscrew at the end of the track. It was the only one that appealed in the least to Damian, and so he started walking towards it. Stephanie followed without a word, although he could sense her irritation at having to do such. Personally, he was loving it. It was like having his own sidekick. And it was Stephanie.

This day just kept getting better and better.

He grabbed onto the fencing that surrounded the ride and climbed over it, dropping onto the other side and heading towards the area where people would wait in line to ride. The place was designed to look like a cave, and thus was painted a stony grey, accented with black shadows. Gravel crunched beneath the ten-year-old's boots.

"Check out around the coaster, see if you can find anything," Damian ordered Stephanie, looking around.

He heard her abruptly stop, and he stopped as well, turning to look at her. Of course, her hands had gone to her hips.

"Okay, mister. First of all, you're ten," she said, holding up her index finger. As she moved onto her next point, her middle finger shot up. Damian found this rather ironic. "Secondly, when did you become such a crime-scene analyst?" she continued. "And thirdly, how do you have any right to order me around? I'm older than you! Taller, stronger, and smarter too," she said, and though Damian couldn't see her face, he could imagine it pretty well.

"I doubt that," he replied smugly. "I was raised by assassins. Go check out the coaster, Fatgirl."

The white triangles on her mask, the ones that indicated her eyes, narrowed. "You're impossible. And it's Spoiler."

Damian shrugged, and turned away, continuing to walk towards the waiting center. He heard Stephanie sigh behind him, and then the crunch of gravel as she began to walk towards the coaster.

Huh. She was actually following his order.


Ignoring this small surprise, he made his way into the dark building, turning on the night-vision aspect of his mask. The building was empty except for the dividers that would have told where people should stand to wait in line. He jumped over these and headed towards the ride itself, where he could see a set of controls on something that looked like a cross between pedestal and miniature cockpit.

Once he reached these, he did a few quick analyses. Scanned for fingerprints, checked around the area for DNA, blood, etc. There was nothing, but the card resting on the pedestal-cockpit stated that the controls were under the service of Adam Kingston. It was a start. He picked up the card and pocketed it, reaching for his earpiece so that he could comm Stephanie.

It then struck him that he couldn't. Stephanie wasn't Batgirl anymore; she was going solo. She didn't comm anyone, much less him. His comm was attached to his father and that was it.

He blinked at this, as if it wasn't something he already knew. Why did it seem so…weird?

He shook his head, lowering his hand, and glanced up to where an exit sign glowed dimly. He jumped over the pedestal-cockpit and made his way over, opening the door and hoping to God an alarm wouldn't go off. It wouldn't be a huge deal if it did, but it would be rather inconvenient. And it would mean several knocked-out guards that Damian would have to clean up after.

Thankfully, nothing happened. He exited out onto the gravel, underneath the twisting track of coaster. He looked up and saw Stephanie resting on one of the sides, her hood and mask pulled back to reveal her face. Her bright blonde hair was in a ponytail and looked almost silver in the moonlight. He considered telling her she looked like an old lady, but decided against it.

"Brown!" he called, and cast his line up to join her. He landed beside her as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Found his card." He pulled out the small piece of information and showed it to her. "That's about it."

"Doesn't really get us much of anywhere, does it?" she replied somewhat smugly, as if she was quite satisfied that he had found nothing.

"What about you?" Damian asked, highly doubting she'd found anything herself.

"Well, there's the cars," she told him, and glanced backwards into the building from out of which the coaster cars would come. She stood up and started walking along the roller coaster track like it was a balance beam. Her arms were outstretched and she tottered back and forth, circling her arms rapidly every time she started to lean one way or another.

"What about them?" he asked, watching her do such and amusedly wondering if she might fall. He cast his hook and flew over top of her, right into the building. He turned around and grinned at her. "It's easier to fly, Fat—"

"I wanted to practice my balance, Little Bird. Yours probably sucks 'cause you're so damn impatient." She jumped over the last piece of track and followed him into the building. "Look, the cars are all set up and ready to go. Like they're expecting riders," she told him, and walked over to the set of conjoined cars. She ran a hand over the smooth metal. "S'probably nothing, but it's kinda weird."

Damian climbed on top of one of the cars, already beginning to search for anything strange. There wasn't really any other lead that they had. Stephanie followed him, stepping into one of the cars and leaning against the seat.

"Careful. Don't break it with your weight," Damian told her without looking at her. He had heard the car squeak and smirked.

"Ha-ha. You should be a comedian. People will love how you make the same jokes over and over again," she replied, climbing over the car and into another one. "I don't even know what we're looking for. Things the janitors left behind?" she asked, looking at a discarded gum wrapper she held between her gloved fingers.

Damian didn't reply. He had frozen, swearing that he heard something.

"I mean, there is literally nothing to look for. There's not even a DNA scan for us to go on," Stephanie perseverated, stepping into another car and bending over. "Maybe if we had—"

"Bat—I mean, Spoiler. Shut up," Damian hissed at her, his body tensed.

"Excuse me?" she turned around to look at him, looking angry. But the expression vanished when she saw him anxiously looking around, holding a finger to his lips. She went into a crouching position as well, following his gaze around the room.

"You think someone's here?" she whispered, getting closer to him.

He nodded, reaching for his utility belt. It was about time they found some action. He'd been itching for a fight all day. He'd almost asked Stephanie for a spar. Almost.

He slipped forward, switching his mask to a more magnified version, hoping he might be able to see a shadow or something, creeping in the dark. He stopped again, as he heard a scuttling to his left. He abruptly turned that way, but saw nothing. Maybe someone had tossed a rock, toying with him.

Damian brought out his escrima stick and gritted his teeth. He hated being toyed with.

Stephanie did the same, although she yanked out a Batarang-looking device instead of the thin stick Damian held. She pulled the mask back over her face quickly, looking around.

"Spoiler," Damian whispered, tightening his clutch on the escrima. "When I say 'go', head to the—"

Suddenly, the room was bathed in incandescent white light as the overhead bulbs flashed on, causing both Damian and Stephanie to start. They blinked at the brightness, shielding their eyes and getting into fighting positions. Then they heard something like a rumbling engine turn on, like a computer that was restarting.

"Robin…" Stephanie began hesitantly, but Damian cut her off with a quick shh. He placed one foot in front of her, ready to stand and defend.

The rumbling sound continued to grow.

"What is that?" Stephanie whispered.

Damian started to answer, but before he could, the entire world turned into a blur.

It was just gone, a dizzying mass of shapes and colors all mixing into one. His heart skipped a beat as adrenaline shot through his system like a bullet.

What the hell? Had someone hit him?

He turned around and faced forward, hearing Stephanie yelp in surprise. Her hand shot out and grabbed his, pulling him down into one of the roller coaster cars. It was then that he realized the car was moving. And fast.

Someone had turned on the coaster.

He sat in the car with wide eyes and mouth agape, hanging onto the safety bar for dear life. The car blasted forward at something near Batmobile speed or faster (at least it felt such), and, hell, Damian was still trying to get over the shock that it was moving at all. How had he—what had—

He glanced over at Stephanie, who was sitting beside him, and saw that her expression mimicked his. The sudden jolt had knocked back her hood and mask, revealing her pale-faced expression, her lips twisted into something between horror and ecstasy. If that was even possible.

Someone had turned on the coaster. It was one of those coasters that went from 0 to 70 in a matter of seconds. Okay, it wasn't really a big deal, Damian realized. He wasn't falling unconscious. It was just a surprise. Just a stupid roller coaster. It—

Damian looked down. He hadn't noticed it, but Stephanie's hand was still tightly gripping his, squeezing it to the point that he was losing circulation. He opened his mouth to alert her of this, then closed it again when he saw her face. The half terrified, half happy look had turned into one that was completely happy and not terrified in the least.

Stephanie threw her head back and laughed, her hair flying in wild strands, whipped by the wind. She tossed her hands into the air (along with Damian's, which she was still holding) and cheered as the coaster took them up into an inverted loop, one that made Damian's heart nearly drop to his stomach.

His eyes remained on Stephanie for a reason he couldn't quite explain. It wasn't like she looked pretty or anything. She looked like a God-forsaken banshee, her face pale and her hair shooting in every which direction like miscast spells in Harry Potter. But good Lord, he didn't think he'd ever seen Fatgirl (never mind Spoiler) this happy. She was having a blast.

Absently, he glanced up at his hand, which was still tightly held in her own. It was numb now, yes, definitely numb, but he had it in his right mind that Stephanie probably wasn't going to be letting go anytime soon.  

In spite of himself, his lips twisted into a slight smile.

Yeah, alright. He'd let it go for now.

For now.


Back in the building, a certain black-haired young man whistled contently as he watched this happen on an overhead monitor. He pulled his fingers through his hair and smiled.

"Dick, my friend," he said to himself, "you are the world's best matchmaker. Plain and simply. This is beautiful work."

He turned to Adam Kingston, who was leaning in the doorway and holding out his hand expectantly.

"Oh, fine, fine," Dick said, rolling his eyes and handing over the $40 he had promised the ex-lawyer for faking his own kidnapping.

Then he twirled the keys to the coaster controls around his index finger, grinning and walking out of the control box, figuring he'd let the Batkids go for a couple more rounds.
Yes, I write Dick as a matchmaker. For Dami and Steph. :iconnightwingfacepalmplz:

Anyway, this is finally my NON WallArt piece, and I chose Steph/Dami because they are rapidly becoming one of my OTPs. I don't really care about the age gap, because they're adorable and, honestly, when you're older, it doesn't really matter much that there's a few years between you.

I listened to this song ([link]) and this song ([link]) while I was writing this. Neither song has anything to do with the fic, and neither song reflects Steph/Dami much at all. I just like them. :XD:

OH! And this video was pretty much my entire inspiration for this piece: [link] You should subscribe to this girl and her awesome vids if you like Batman, Young Justice, or anything remotely similar.

Well, I think that's about it. Now, go watch videos! :D

(Oh, and thank you for reading! Please leave a comment so I can hear what you thought~)
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I broke your spine;
I gripped you in two-halves with hungry hands
and cracked you in half,
breaking you open,
and all of you, rich
with ideas and knowing -
your voice-
spilling out.
Words upon words flooded me;
it was divine;
I took all of you
absorbed into memory
as I looked at you with hungry eyes,
and my hands never stopped folding
flipping you over
bending you backwards
peeling away each layer
seeing all of you
taking you in;

never stopped until the end
when your voice quieted
and you were done
and we were over.

and the book finished.
I'm sorry I haven't been very active lately, This is my piece offering... I hope you don't mind that I'm submitting.... poetry... lololol (I didn't expect to ever submit poetry on dA) I know it's not even a little bit close to what I normally submit... FORGIVE ME... I've been busy as ass... wow, what a terrible expression I just made up... e.O

>>>now... about the poem...

PFFFFFTTTT (and whad did YOU think this poem was about??!?... hehehehe C:<
It actually wasn't supposed to end up like this.)

No seriously, it wasn't... I just bought a used paperback book and was admiring it, and realized that it was in great shape; the spine wasn't even cracked. And I was thinking about how I hate it when the spine cracks, because then it starts getting floppy and the pages wear out and sometimes fall out. And I remembered that Cris Young once told me that the whole purpose of buying a paperback book was essentially to destory it while reading; to be rough with it and just devour the words without restraint. It got me thinking about how fragile books are, but how the words are not, and I started composing the poem in my head, and it was supposed to be along that paradigm, but when I started putting it on paper I... I just got carried away... >.>;
lol... hehe... oh well. I still like the poem though.
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Like the leaves on a tree
in  a cold winter wind,
I have been...

Blown off again...
but that's just fine,
yeah...that's okay.

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,
and forgetting.

The cold,bitter wind
that blew me off
to begin with.
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In this story, I tried to invoke some deja vu in the form of Darth Malak, one of the best Sith Lords ever in my opinion. This was originally going to be a two-parter, but I decided agianst it because the second part seemed a little lame.
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