Duality: Anakin and Obi-WanI. First ImpressionDuality: Anakin and Obi-Wan5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When he hears Obi-Wan call Qui-Gon Master, it is as if the ship has lurched beneath him; he has been terribly nowhat slaver would go through such an elaborate ruse to capture one boy, even a top racer? And he can sense the rightness, as surely as if he were beholding the wonders of the Jedi Temple already. (He is not sure what those wonders are, as mostly when he imagined Jedi they were flying or fighting, but right now the air seems as imbued with promise as with oxygen.)
So he assesses Obi-Wan again, and sees a man younger, less scarred, than Qui-Gons example had lead him to imagine Jedi to be; were he raised in Mos Espa, Anakin thought, Obi-Wan would be...what? A gambler, a farmer, a vagrant? He does not seem to fit any of those molds. On Tatooine, anyone with such...such a shy sort of politeness, paired with the authority and skill shown by the fact he carried a lightsaber, would be left alone.
Obi-Wan was waiting when Anak
Something to Hold OntoAtton was leaning back against a wall at the entrance to one of Nar Shaddaa's innumerable and crowded alleyways with his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes half closed. To the casual observer he appeared to be just another bored spacer, lounging around and waiting for... something. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't having to work too hard to make his affectation believable. He almost wished that the seedy looking Exchange thug that kept eyeing him would pick a fight just so he could add some excitement to his day.Something to Hold Onto6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She owes me for this, he thought to himself, mentally adding this outing to the growing tally of favors owed to him by the Jedi Exile. He couldn't stop from grinning as he pictured his plan of collecting on the debt involving a bottle of juma and Lilli in that little dancer's outfit.
Yeah, well you won't collect on anything if you don't pay attention, his voice of reason cut in, reminding him that he was supposed to be watching out for any trouble that th
Ultramarines movie drinking gameHow to take “Ultramarines” from a 3 star movie to 5 stars, AKA the Ultramarines drinking game.Ultramarines movie drinking game2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Note: Due to the high number of shots described in this game I suggest maybe just sipping a beer to each of this or have an array of things to eat and drink (non-alcoholic) for each “shot”.
1. Every time someone screams, take a shot.
2. Every time someone says “Space Marines” take a shot.
3. Every time they talk about chaos take a shot.
4. Every time you see or hear “Know No Fear” take a shot.
5. Every time the standard lights with that funky fire, take a shot.
6. Every time death is referenced take a shot.
7. Every time the Emprah is referenced take a shot.
8. Every time Python (the coolest character in the movie) is given some stupid remark by someone else take a shot.
None Shall Pass'None Shall Pass'None Shall Pass6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Directly in their path
His blade raised high
Strong and unyielding he stands
A pillar of strength
Illuminated by the force
Flowing through his every muscle
As they approach he firmly says
'None shall pass'
They keep coming
One after the next
Thousands of warriors
Ever ready to send him to his fate
And yet he holds fast
'None shall pass'
Time fades into eternity
Any moment could be his last
But this right here
This was who he was
Standing in the corridor of his destiny
Everything leading up to this
Never faltering, never wavering
'None shall pass'
The end or the beginning
It makes no difference to him
He is both here and nowhere
The energy passing through him
It has become him
Fully aware and yet distant
He knows only his purpose
'None shall pass'
As his burning light fades away
He does not fail
As his breath escapes his lips
Forever burning in his lungs
A single thought takes him away
Becoming one with the force
He burns the words li
SW snippet 1- mandokarlaSW snippet 1- mandokarla3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I ran through the decompressing corridors, through cold, and fire, I shouldered my way through those doors that would allow it, and used the Force to rip those that would not, from their runners. She can't be gone, she can't be. She's mandokarla, she's proven that time and again. Tough, atin, resourceful, if anyone can make it through, it's her. I berate myself for thinking the worst, even though the logical part of my brain is telling me it's right to prepare. Logic be damned. Either we both leave alive, or neither of us do. Another explosion rocks the ship, not long now. Something strange was happening, maybe it was the lack of oxygen I was getting into my bucket, or maybe the gravity generator had ramped up with the last explosion, but it felt like I was running through syrup, every step getting harder. I rip a compartment door free, and there she is, the O2 level on her bottle was bottoming. I steadied myself in the Force, took half a breath in, then held on, ripping my bott
Contest - Music Meme - DS91 - Odo - True Life (Lights of Euphoria, VNV Nation Remix)Contest - Music Meme - DS94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My security office is the tidiest place on the entire station. No offense to the Starfleet officers in OPS, but sometimes, the sense for order gets lost up there. I know how to keep myself busy without causing a mess. Even on quiet days, as rare as they are. Sometimes, I just sit here and watch the promenade through my door. Study people, analyze them, memorize certain ways of moving or body language. It can be extremly helpful in criminal investigations to know such routines. Humanoids are not all alike; different species give away lies and half truths differently. Bolians never really blush, for example, while it only takes a strategically placed comment about a suspected white lie to make a Kobheerian blush pink and confess crimes he only heard about.
There is only one thing all humanoids have in common. They all remind me that I am not like them. That all I can do is immitate them, act like them, talk like
Loss of ControlJagged Fel rushed to unstrap himself from his sim seat. He had just taken out the last Rogue and wanted to see who it was. It wasn't Rogue Lead, Darklghter was the second to last Rogue to get killed. Darklighter flew with an obvious style; decades of experience coupled with a hard grace. No, the last Rogue seemed fairly inexperienced. Whoever he was, he flew with an astounding amount of raw talent. What's more, he learned quickly and could make his X-wing dance. With a little more experience, he could even shoot me down. That Rogue had won Jagged's respect from flying alone, which was a difficult thing to do. No one else had managed it.Loss of Control6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Climbing out of his sim, Jagged scanned the area for the distinctive orange flight suits. There was one leaning against the wall by the exit, a lanky blond woman who appeared to be waiting for someone. She appeared to have been out of the sim for a while, her hair no longer damp with sweat. She glanced over towards him and with
Fire and Brimstone lFire and Brimstone l7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Uneasiness followed close in her wake as the young girl made her way through the dark winding halls of her lavish Corellian home. No one seemed to be home but Syal made each footfall softer than the pervious. The house was Dark, too dark for that time of day. She knew that her parents and elder sister would not be back home for at least another 30 standard minutes but by now her Grandfather would certainly have turned on the synthetic lights to aid in the construction of the Old Republic Building models hed taken such a fondness to building. The Vos-Beck household was never empty. Not anymore Syals mother was the famous Jedi Healer Leena Vos and worked almost round the clock at Coronets largest Medical Center, having decided years earlier that she would take a leave of absence from the Jedi to rebuild the weak threads of her marriage to the skilled smuggler and pilot, Syals father, Doran Beck. Her fathers business kept him out at strange hours all th
Extinction ch 4NOTE from the PHOENIX: Okay guys, here's one more and then I need to get a chapter done on my Stargate fic. Huggles.Extinction ch 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Captain. Spock nodded. His thoughts are chaotic, unreadable, and above all highly emotional.
Is this sort of mental breakdown common among Vulcans? Bones asked.
It is completely unheard of. Since I can not understand his thoughts it is impossible to tell what drove him to this extreme.
What are all the possible causes?
The main suspects would be: disease, radiation poisoning, or some form of extreme torture.
Torture? Bones asked in alarm.
By the time you have gone far enough to break a Vulcan they are truly broken and no use to any one. Spock replied calmly. It is not a logical use of time, but perhaps someone who h
no more painAfter slicks capture and most of his brothers in his squad dead Chopper questioned what he should do? He figured he wouldn't live much longer looking straight at his blaster he started to question if he should do it. A couple more seconds past he walked over to his gun loaded it and held it to his head. He figured this is nothing he had been through so many suicide missions as some of his brothers called it that this would be nothing. Right then Rex walked in to see what he was about to do and he screamed "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE ABOUT TO DO CHOPPER" "end my life sir" was Choppers only response. Rex watched in horror as his brother put his finger to the trigger and said these parting words " I don't want any more pain" and then *BAM*! Rex went running to his brother and contacted General Skywalker while he held Chopper's limp body. When Skywalker showed up Ahsoka was right behind him Ahsoka got scared easily when she saw a hole as big as a fist and all the blood that was dripping frno more pain4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Extinction ch 11Chapter ElevenExtinction ch 116 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been two weeks since Spock's one man take over of the USS Independence. They had done all they could for the ship and she had headed back to Earth alone. After finishing up with the class K planet they were now heading through the vastness of space towards a peace treaty signing between to waring worlds that the Federation had agreed to mediate.
Kirk sat in the Captain's chair staring out the front view screen at the stars that slowly moved past them. It was around shift change time, but he had no intention of leaving the bridge. It wasn't that the Enterprise needed him sitting here, he simply didn't have anywhere better on the ship to be. He glanced over at the empty spot where Spock was usually staring at the sensors.
I hate mediations. Kirk muttered to himself. Mr. Sulu, is there anyway we can get there sooner? Quicker we get there,
Extinction ch 16Chapter SixteenExtinction ch 166 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Retching violently Spock spat bright yellow bile into the sink. When he felt he had control over his stomach once again he turned the water on to cold. After washing his face he buried it in a towel. Taking a deep breath Spock concentrated on stopping the trembling in his hands, but nothing could be done for it.
It is still a reasonable trade. Spock muttered to himself.
The Vulandin drug gave him the reins on his emotions once again. The price he was paying for mental control was a disabling physical sickness. Exhausted from the mostly unproductive heaving Spock walked back over to the bed and sat down. He stared at the far wall and contemplated his options.
There was no point in further demanding to be returned to the Enterprise. Although time was difficult to determine between the sunless room and the frequent black outs Spock assumed that at lea
Extinction ch 19Chapter NineteenExtinction ch 196 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youve had a lot of bad ideas in the past...this is by far the worst.
Hey, you didnt have to come along. Participation in this rescue was not an order.
We are so going to get our asses kicked out of Star Fleet for this.
Assuming the Vulcans dont kick them first. Kirk chuckled.
Id kill us if I was them.
Well luckily youre not Vulcan.
Thank Space for small favors.
Not that you dont look good in pointed ears. Kirk teased.
McCoy reached up and
Extinction ch 29Chapter Twenty-nineExtinction ch 296 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its nearly midnight.
Youve been working nearly ten hours.
I used to pull twenty-four hour shifts back in med school when I was an intern. McCoy replied defensively.
Youre not an intern any more, and the ship is not in a state of emergency.
If I didnt know any better Id say you were trying to get rid of me.
No, Doctor. Chapel shook her head. I just want to make sure youre getting the sleep you need.
Thank you. I think I will turn in. Call me if Im needed.
McCoy took one last look around before leaving. He was tired, but he didnt go directly to his quarters. Instead he headed down to the security level. McCoy had been slipping out of medical about every other hours to
Extinction ch 12Chapter TwelveExtinction ch 126 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How is she?
I don't really know.
Bones...what the hell kind of doctor are you?
Oh, well if you mean physically: she has a subluxed right shoulder, her wrist is broken in three places, laceration to the lower lip, and a deep bruise over her left temple with a small fracture in the superior orbital region of the frontal bone.
Kirk closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He listened to the list of Uhura's injuries in complete disbelief. It was like a nightmare, and he expected to wake from it at any minute. When McCoy reached out and put his hand on his shoulder Kirk realized that he wasn't going to be waking up in a cold sweat anytime soon.
Jim, it's not her physical injuries that worry me.
No, I can fix them. It's the psychological effects that are the biggest issue at the moment. She hasn't said a word, she won't
The lost fighter The lost fighterThe lost fighter 2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
A Star Wars story by emotionalshadows and MilosAndric
The sun was bright and had a large center filled with yellow and little streaks of red and orange. The planet of Nar Shaddaa, a smuggler’s hideout or place for refuge, was bustling with people of all different species from all across the galaxy. The many bars on the planet’s surface were packed full of Smugglers and Bounty Hunters.
“You seem a little bit worried, Stanton.” A voice from over his shoulder came quickly from nowhere.
“Why do you say that?” Stanton was a smuggler, a rather great one. He had worked for the Sith for over 5 standard years, enough to make a regular man insane, but that was not the man Stanton was. Stanton was a hard-headed man; he rarely became frustrated or nervous. He was always a well-thought man, someone who always thought
The Truth Unmasked Part 1The Truth Unmasked Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
A pair of liquid silver eyes blinked slowly, taking in the scene before them with interest and otherworldly detachment.
The voice was soft, as it always was, despite the gruff sound it had. She felt her heart beat faster, her eyes unable to focus on a single thing, everything was moving so fast. There were so many lives counting on her, so many people who looked to her for guidance, and once more, she took the place as leader on the field of battle. She looked around at the faces looking up at her, Carth Onasi, Bastila Shan, Canderous Ordo, Mission Vao, Zaalbar, Juhani, Jolee Bindo, the faithful droids HK-47 and T3-M4.
And now, two new faces joined their circle. One belonging to a woman she had never expected to see again in her entire life. It was Breena, standing there, in the flesh, those silvery blue eyes gazing up at her with same loyalty they had held when she had decided to march them off to war. They were both different people entirely now, but she suspected Breena's
Extinction ch 23Chapter Twenty-twoExtinction ch 236 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Uhura walked silently next to Spock as they made their way back to their quarters. The Captain had first requested that Spock report to sick bay and stay there. When Spock refused he came close to making it an order. Making his feelings clear Spock announced that he would resign from Star Fleet if that was what it was going to take to keep from being confined to a hospital bed. Kirk had back down, but only because he knew he couldnt win.
Spock had stopped into medical long enough to clean the blood from his face and check on Saavik. The other half Vulcan was not doing well and even locked in sleep she whimpered and fought for every breath. It didnt escape Uhuras notice the way that McCoy hovered over Saavik. He had even snarled at Chapel when the nurse had tried to tend to the deep cut that slashed through his temple.
While in the hallways Spock walk
The Rise of Irvnarkkis, Ch. 5The Rise of Irvnarkkis, Ch. 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Ice World
Ice and snow swirled around the leaping and jumping form. Narvina, a female human, jumped and slashed downward at her imaginary opponent. Her imaginary opponent was actually a rock formation, which was quickly decapitated by the young Jedi Knight's swinging lightsaber. Narvina landed lightly upon her booted feet. Sweat leaked from her pores, and slowly dripped off of her nose.
Panting, the Knight dropped her stance, and disengaged her lightsaber. The blue blade retreated into the hilt of the saber with a slight hiss. Narvina stood in the snowstorm, inspecting her handiwork. Stone fragments littered the snow covered ground, quickly being covered in the fluffy white stuff. All of the formations within a twenty foot radius of the Jedi were maimed in some way. Deep cuts and even whole pieces of stone were hewed from the formations, leaving the stones scarred.
Satisfied, the young Knight realized she was getting cold. She pulled her fur parka closely about herself an
Extinction ch 3Chapter ThreeExtinction ch 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kirk sat back in his seat and stared up at the ceiling in his quarters. Weighing his options didn't seem to help. Eventually he simply got up and wandered off into the hallway. Making his way through the ship he quickly came to his First Officer's quarters. Kirk swiped his hand across the plate that would announce that he was standing outside.
Come. Spock replied from inside.
Kirk stepped into the room and glanced around at the odd mixture of Vulcan and African décor. Spock was sitting at his desk with the fingertips of each hand gently touching one another, a sure sign that he had been deep in thought when Kirk had disturbed him. Walking over to the desk Kirk sat on it casually, forgetting how much it irritated Spock to have his furniture used in a manner other than it was intended.
So...how did things go on Natala?
As well as could be e