Requiem for a JediRequiem for a Jedi2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The conversation replayed in her head hundreds of times. Each line echoed in her montrals as if they were spoken from all around her. 'This is something I need to do on my own; without the Council and without you.'
'I trusted you! I stood by you!'
Ahsoka Tano never doubted that she did the right thing by walking away from the Jedi Order, but she couldn't stop thinking about everything she was leaving behind. She walked for hours contemplating every detail. It wasn't before too long that she realized how much of an impulsive decision she had made. Yes, she did the right thing, but she did so with no plans for the future. She didn't even know where to sleep. All she had was a few credits in the pouch on her belt. She had enough to probably get a cheap room for the night, but then what?
She had to trust in the Force to guide her. Ahsoka knew this journey wouldn't be an easy one. Before turning down one of the many crowded city walkways of Coruscant, Ahsoka turned to take
Sithisis, Or On the SithPeace is a Lie; There is only Passion.Sithisis, Or On the Sith4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Through Strength, I gain Power.
Through Power, I gain Victory.
Through Victory, my chains are Broken.
The Force shall free me.
Those that presume to take up the mantle of the dark side do so for trivial reasons. Some, consumed by their impotent rage at their own weakness, seek to shroud themselves in darkness to futilely mask their inferiority. Others simply seek an outlet for their frivolous hedonisms, abounding in debauchery simply to spite the sensibilities of other beings.
Those beings have no understanding of what it means to be Sith.
Those that do not understand will never be Sith.
To be Sith, in the very end, is to be fully autonomous in will and power. A Sith Lord and his ambitions are inextricable; it is what defines him, and what forms the central aspect of his identity. And identity is the source of a Sith's power. One's will and ambition is what defines him as a being, and in turn the fulfillmen
InterceptorInterceptor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
Defunct FuturesSo, what's it like in the year 2012 in the...Defunct Futures4 years ago in Settings More Like This
2012 in 50's-world, everyone in the US wears hats. Men wear suits, women wear dresses or cute pantsuits. T-shirts and jeans or sweats are something nobody older than a teenager would be caught wearing. There are a lot of uniforms. Everything is very clean and often metallic or gleaming.
The Cold War is of course going on, and China, the Soviet Union, indeed everything from East Germany to Vietnam is the Red World, a unified entity which includes some parts of Africa, including the Red Congo. (Cuba, on the other side, is Capitalist and more-or-less democratic, if corrupt). Everyone in the Red World dresses the same, drives the same standard car, and reports for interrogation four times a year. (Except for the Inner Committee. But to get to that position on must have taken the interrogation drugs dozens of times). Although a "standardized" Socialist culture is promoted, the Chinese are still Chinese, and the increasing tendency of
Future HistoryFuture History5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r
The Fat Girls' EateryThe Fat Girls' Eatery2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Membership in the Bakery on Food Court Street flourished over the time two overly-hefty women spent together, with their new co-workers. If one walked into the bakery, they were most likely never coming out, unless they had some steel willpower.
In the bakery, the woman at the new reception table was Gabbie. She had a friendly face, and demeanor, even for someone of her size. She was someone who needed a bench to sit properly on a chair, as she had become at least 700 lbs., if not, higher. Her huge belly was the first thing to grab attention, as her special apron perfectly accentuated her girth. Her legs looked a lot like soft, shapely logs, while her arms had a decreased range. In fact, it almost seemed as if she could only sit.
Gabbie smiled as a flying Robo-pal brought her a large glass of Strawberry Milk.
"Thank you!" She said as she began to drink. As soon she took a break, she found a slightly larger woman waddling to the service bar.
"Hi, Nikki!" Gaby said as she waved to her lo
A Nightmare on Elm Street 8A Nightmare on Elm Street 8: Freddys Back From The Dead (title is lame so what its my story ha-ha)A Nightmare on Elm Street 88 years ago in Horror More Like This
(this story will be a dark, wg story but there wont be any killing just very massive amount of wg, this is my first story so if everyone could leave a comment letting me know if its good or if I need to improve a little more, please dont be cruel as I said before this is my first story so please cut me some slack.) Now our adventure begins
It was the first day back to high school for Erin, Cidney, Brooke, Paige and Tammy, who were best friends since kindergarten. They had every class together. They did everything together; they would eat the same food, buy clothes from the same store. You name they did it together. They were the most popular girls in school, every guy wanted them and girls wanted to be them and the girls knew this so they would sometimes put on a show for everyone. After they saw everyones reactions they would all laugh about it afterwards
TDF WeaponsTDF Weapons3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
TDF weapons database
Main Turret Artillery
Tachyon Artillery: Tachyons are slowed down below light speed by a gravitation trap with rotating polarization (changing direction), that is the reason why the tachyon gun is U- shaped, and fires two pulses per shot. The tachyons want to get back over light speed, and accelerate after leaving the gun, when they hit matter they lose their strange energy and transform the matter into antimatter, and break through the lightbarrier. The destructive effect is because of this caused by the antimatter, so the usage of tachyon guns in atmosphere is limited to zero, also in space the range is limited due to the exhaust of ships engines and interstellar gas, this causes the red color of the pulses.
Effective range: mostly used in mid distance combat (100 000km), maximal effective shot was one Ls (lightsecond = 300 000km), but had limited effectivity, due to the high loss of tachyons
muzzlespeed = 0.5 c up to0.75 c
mostly used in destructiv
Mando'a Lesson 3Mando'a Lesson 36 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 3
Older Brother/Sister Ori'vod
Baby (under 3)
The Dragon User's Manual--THE DRAGON USER'S MANUAL--The Dragon User's Manual8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Congratulations on your purchase/birthday gift/illicit acquisition/blood barter of a CanonFire Corporation D-800 Personal Defense Unit! The PDU, or "Dragon", was invented over a thousand years ago, and it has been a faithful slave of humanity for more than fifteen non-consecutive years. By incorporating the latest in mana-synthesis technologies, today's dragon is better-equipped than ever to improve your life and keep your home smelling dragon-fresh.
Chapter 1 - Getting Started
Before you hatch your dragon from its OviTec Dragon Egg, make sure you have all of the following items:
(1) OviTec Dragon Egg
(1) CanonFire Cosmic Reaction Codex® Headset
(1) CanonFire Slavemaker® Inhibitor Collar
(1) Melee weapon (your choice)
(1) Hexagonal crank
(1) Dragon medallion
When you are ready to hatch the OviTec Dragon Egg, insert the hexagonal crank (A) into hole (B) (see fig. 1) and turn
Complaints - FinaleKorris eyes traveled over Dees eyes. She softly asked, What? Her mind ran overComplaints - Finale7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dees words, struggling to make sense of them.
Dee laid out a hand. I was born female. My aunt is Cerys Newid. Our boss.
Korris mouth dipped open. Confusion reigned in her thoughts. She slowly shook her head. What why how?
Dee shrugged. I have a means of remaining male while I work which Cerys provided me.
All the air seemed to have seeped out of Korris words. Softly, she asked, Why are you telling me all this?
Dee lowered his hand. Because of what you said and what I said.
Korri kept her eyes on Dee. You lied.
Dees body tensed. I dont lie. People just never ask the right questions. She watched his eyes. They didnt waver. They looked right back at her.
Korri dipped her head away. Whatever. What now?
Dees hands splayed
TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
The wreck of the Edmund FitzgeraldThe wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
Galkgrokst FirearmsGalkgrokst FirearmsGalkgrokst Firearms2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The first galkgrokst firearms were developed a little over 900 years ago by the engineer-philosopher Krashee Palkst Dzal. His patron, the Empress of the Unalloyed Will, commissioned him to create a more powerful version of the hurled bombs in use at the time. In his typical fashion, Krashee Palkst Dzal instead delivered an entirely new weapon system. He adapted existing grenades into conical projectiles filled with explosives. The projectiles were fired from rifled tubes, propelled by pre-measured explosive charges. These early weapons, though large and primitive by today's standards, led to tremendous changes in the nature of warfare.
At their core, the basic design of firearms has changed little since Krashee Palkst Dzal's day. Most galkgrokst weapons consist of a long, rifled barrel, with a magazine and firing mechanism located at the rear and a trigger mechanism located near the front. This forward placement allows the narrower end of a user's tentacle to depres
5. A Man in Uniform5. A Man in Uniform4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"My Apprentice, I see you have arrived on Balmorra. Excellent." Darth Baras exclaimed. "Your contact there is Lieutenant Malavai Quinn. I trust he will be most helpful".
"I have no doubt, master," Feroxa doted. She figured anyone who was under the harsh approval of Darth Baras was undeniably skilled; however, she was not one to make rash assumptions about people before meeting them. Therefore, she was determined to see exactly how useful this Lieutenant was herself.
"This is an important mission and I only entrust the finest," Darth Baras mentioned pridefully. Feroxa drastically hated the way Baras carried himself, so full of cowardness and fear. She had no doubt that these traits would one day become his greatest weakness. "Quinn will meet you in his office at Sobrik headquarters. We will speak again as soon as he has briefed you". With that being said Baras cut the Holograph channel connecting the two, leaving Feroxa to prepare for landing. From the air, Balmorra appeared to be a bea
What Dreams May Become: Ruffling Feathers (A side story to the series)What Dreams May Become: Ruffling Feathers 3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Chicken TF, falcon TF, tomato TF, diamond TF)
“Roman, we have to do something about those poor animals!”
Roman Smyth looked up from the table as his young wife burst through the front door. Somewhat guiltily, he allowed himself to savor the moment, ogling her figure hungrily. How he loved to take her soft curves and sculpt her into objects or animals of her choosing! Thanks to his incredibly rare transformation ability, changing his wife was often the highlight of the day.
But right now she had something else on her mind, and he could only imagine what it was. “Come, Corrie. What's wrong?” He patted the chair beside him, inviting her to sit down.
She tossed down her college books and threw herself into the seat. “Oh, Roman. That company on the edge of town – the one that raises chickens – there's rumors that they're so nasty to their animals. We ne
Parable of the Raging RiverOn opposite sides of a river valley lived two farmers with their families- one strong and young, the other a little older. One day a storm rolled in, and the river flooded.Parable of the Raging River1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their homes were destroyed- stone and wood scattered by the raging river. Their loved ones cold and without shelter, both men were angry at the loss.
"I will not stand for this!" the strong farmer cried. "We have the right to live in safety and harmony. We did nothing wrong- but the river struck us. This injustice will not happen again- I will stop the river, destroy it, foul its course!"
He took his sons and prepared, collecting stone, timber, and tools to stop the river.
"Come, help us!" He called to the elder farmer. "The river is your enemy too."
The elder thought, then said no.
"What's wrong with you!" cried the first farmer. "Don't you want your family to be safe?"
"Of course I do. But I do not stand against the river."
"You would allow harm to come
Theft and Purchase (TK)Kira pursued the young thief for quite awhile, and though he was the faster of the two and he was leading her through progressively more cramped and industrial areas, she was still able to track him. She rounded a corner just in time to watch a maintenance hatch set into the wall slide shut, and in a second she'd thrown it open once again and climbed into the tunnel it covered. The tiny bulbs that ran along its edges had long since burned out; Kira could see no more than a few inches in front of her, barely making out the seams in the ductwork as she passed it by. Using her hands and knees, she fumbled her way through the dark until she came to another hatch set into the wall and triggered its release. She pushed her legs through and stood up on its other side before it had even stopped moving, looking left and right for any sign of the little rascal with her PDA.Theft and Purchase (TK)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She determined pretty quickly she'd wound up in a dead end- the room she was in now was shaped like a hexagon that had been
SuicideSuicide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you happiness
As I point the gun at my head
As I tighten my finger over the trigger
I wish you love
As I shed my last tears
As I think my last thoughts
I wish you peace
As I feel my heart beat quicken
As I feel the chaos still around me
I wish you hope
As I see my dreams shatter
As I feel the despair of my heart
I wish you life
As I give in to my pain
As I greet death
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 573 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
SuicideYou called me up,Suicide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
Kylie of Culloch - Part 1The first time I saw her, she was in the back corner of a dark and dingy inn, sitting by herself behind a small round wooden table. She was pretty, a slender little thing with long orange hair tied back in a ponytail, but she seemed strangely tall for the table as she sat hunched over, staring into a full mug of beer whose head had long-since flattened.Kylie of Culloch - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The place stank, and I wondered what a girl like her was doing in a place like this. I would have thought her nobility but for the ragged green tunic she wore; her face was gentle and round, and those green eyes were rare among commoners.
I claimed my room from the innkeeper for five pence and then walked over toward her, curious why a pretty little girl should be sitting, drinking alone, in a room full of brutes.
I got halfway across the room before realizing what I had somehow been blind to: She wasn't human!
The body of a horse was perched under her, light bay colors with dark brown socks, and it had