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
Clone Wars: BrothersDarth Maul looks up at the creature that is calling itself his brother.Clone Wars: Brothers3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sees black stripes on a yellow face; hooked, tan horns; orange eyes. He sees black armor like the shell of a turtle. This must be another animal, come to fight Maul for his nest. Maul shivers all over, readying himself to get up. He arcs like a cat. He tastes the air with his teeth and his tongue. It smells like ashes and fire, but it always does. Maybe, somewhere, there's the tang of speeder exhaust from above, and something electrical.
The creature talks to him. The voice is deep, and the words, garbled. It has shoved its way into his den, and sniffed while it looked at his scrap metal and his fire and his drawings. It is a big, wide-shouldered creature.
Maul has trouble with words sometimes. He remembers that they used to be easy for him, but now they seem to stick and repeat instead of forming into new shapes quickly. The shapes of letters seem to have color and sound of their own.
The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 4Chapta Four: WartrakkThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Say of Da Day: Dats da risk of playin scar poka. Fergritz
Due to the scarcity of parts, a lack of vehicles, and a generally lazy attitude - none of the Orks had left the forgery for the past three days. Brudz bike wasnt big enough to carry four Orks (two of which were Nobs), and the unfortunate Mek had be slogged with the task of producing something Oric and Jamz could ride on.
Oric studied the plan Brudz had drawn. Yew got ta be jokin! he snorted in disgust, yew wanna use me precious Tankabell ta make dis?
Dere aint nuthin else I cn use ta make somefin datll heft yew an Jamz big butts! Brudz argued, Me bike barely survived one big Nob!
Dis is n insult ta Tanky! Whinged Oric. I wont let yer do it.
Brudz didnt win many arguments with a Nob, but she wasnt going to lo
Queens Blade ch 1 - FrozenQueen's BladeQueens Blade ch 1 - Frozen8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
From the moment you were born in this world, your role has already been decided. As well as the one who protects and the one who is going to be protected. Imperial Force's Commander!Anna. Elsanna
A/n: Well, I read Queen's Blade Hide and Seek, and I thought... the sisters' relationship is quite the same. ... somehow. No, it won't be like Queen's Blade, so no worries. XD
And yes, I'm aware that I should be doing my other fanfic instead of making a new one, buuuuut... Anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen and Queen's Blade
Special Thanks: exDerelict for beta-ing!
Chapter 1: Prologue : It's predetermined
"What is it, Daddy?" Five-years-old Anna asked, clutching her precious Elsa and Anna dolls.
"Do you love Elsa?" The king of Arendelle asked. He smiled at her, but his smile much like all his smiles, never once reach his hardened eyes.
Anna blinked at this u
KOTOR: SheKOTOR: She8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Donning his battered orange jacket and a worn pair of pants, Admiral Carth Onasi abandoned his military dedication -- and posture -- in attempt to fit in with the crowd. He'd been tracking down various information brokers and well-traveled smugglers with hopes that someone would have news of Revan. Unfortunately, due to his promise, his selection was restricted to whatever scum was stupid enough to work in whatever Republic territory he was stationed at.
In this instance, he had been recommended the services of an up-and-coming Bothan sludge news reporter who seemed to know more about the celebrities she was stalking than their own mothers. He'd reviewed the reports local authorities had filed against her and found it incredibly easy to predict what nightclub she would make her next appearance at. Driven by the desire for information and the need for a stiff drink, he found himself seated next to her at the club's strategically lit bar.
Despite the fact that her fur was dyed in a manne
SW: PersuasionSenator Amidala walked through the sparsely occupied hallways of the Senate Building, head held high and features impassive. To her great relief, no one approached her with afterthought comments or lingering concerns they had regarding the Council meeting that had recently been adjourned. She was virtually absolute in her belief that any reminder of what she would immediately name one of the most infuriating debates she had ever participated in would set her on edge. All Padmé desired was to forget about the frustrating ordeal entirely.SW: Persuasion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had begun like any other Senate session, and had finished like most of them as well. In fact, it had been remarkably similar to at least two other she could name off the top of her head in addition to that. Perhaps it was just in her mind. But more likely it was the repetition that bothered her. The fact that their system had fallen into a continuous loop that she could
Clone Wars: RebuitDarth Maul is being knitted together. In both brain and body he can feel it, little pinpricks of thought sticking in his own head. And his legs. Some weight is gone, all the little spider-servos and spars still caked with the dust of Lotho Minor shedding from him, but there's new weight too, heavy and pressing in on his stomach and the machines he has made to keep himself alive. The witch (the other, the woman, the not-my-brother) is invading him, brain and body and taking the old bone of his horns off with all the rest of the weight, until he is fully unbalanced.Clone Wars: Rebuit3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And the memories.
They're rebuilt just like his legs. Green fog is trapped behind his eyes but it's clearing now, showing him his Master in the Works and that Jedi on Naboo.
The not-his-brother changes in the Force, pulling away, readying something.
And then there's burning and the weight shifts and Maul is left very, very alone-
It's new being alone inside his head.
He lurches up. Where is the weight, wh
Her ScentHer Scent9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Inuyasha ain't mine, dipshits.
Author's Notes: Keh, you don't wanna read this. It's just a load of crap. Go on and hit that "back button" or whatever you call it. Oi. OI, don't scroll down! Don't read it! STOP THAT!
It's warm…and it's sweet. As it blows into my nose I can't shake this weird feeling in my chest, like something's started jumpin' around. Then that feeling starts spreading all over my body…making it warm. At first I tried to make it go away, but it was damn stubborn. Now I just let it happen. S'not so bad. I got used to it. I got used to a lot of shit, thanks to her…
When I sit down and think about it, I can remember how much I used to hate it. It was so disgustingly familiar…just breathing in that odor made me want to wretch. Heh, didn't take long for that to change
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
Sickenly Sweet Stuff1/22/08Sickenly Sweet Stuff7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Starscream x Megatron
Disclaimer: Hasbro has total license w/ this, if they wanted to make it full of slash (which they kinda did XP) then they could, so yea point is me no own!
Summary: Starscream would from now on, give chocolate a lot more credit. (Starscream x Megatron)
Warning: SLASH!! MALE MECH X MALE MECH!! YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ!
AN/ Don't ever underestimate the power of chocolate XP
Sickenly Sweet Stuff
Starscream held up a piece of milky brown sugary confection in his hand as he stared at it with focused, but at the same time confused orange optics. He had found it in the possession of one of his wingmates, for they had brought several of them back to their underwater base.
"Its what the flesh creatures call 'chocolate'." Thundercracker said as he gave a piece to Starscream. So now here he was, examining this piece of so called 'chocolate'. Little did he know, Megatron had walked by then doubled back
ZND:Thrawn's Doomy Plans Ch21Chapter Twenty One: Thrawn's Doomy PlansZND:Thrawn's Doomy Plans Ch218 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
While the matters down on Earth raged on, the Irken Armada continued its battle with the Galactic Imperial fleet. At this time, the British fleet had been ordered to retreat from the battle and orbit the Earth. Jamming probes had been dispersed throughout the atmosphere, blocking all detection devices and the Music channel.
The 'Leviathan' had by this time captured and detained the Irken boarding crews with minimal casualties to either side, and was presently under repair.
The Galactic Imperial fleet had moved ahead of its capital ship the 'Executor', and had engaged the Irken vessels. The 'Executor' however had taken about twenty minutes seemingly trying to turn around.
---- 30 minutes ago ----
On board the Executor, Admiral Piett stood at the command terminal for relaying tactical information and commercial broadcasting of orders from Lord Vader. Lord Vader himself was standing at the window watching the incoming Irken Armada.
As the Im
Jedi and the Scoundrel - Ch. 1 What was I thinking?Jedi and the Scoundrel - Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Atton couldn't believe he had told her about his past. But when she confronted him on Nar Shadaa about Atton' not being his real name, he had been caught off guard. And he was never caught off guard. And when she pressed him for details, he just couldn't stop himself from telling her everything. He had been so angry. With her, for making him confess it all. With himself, for worrying over how she was taking it.
He had assumed she was ok with everything. Well, as ok as someone can be when they find that someone they've been travelling with is a murderer. But he couldn't be sure. She was just so hard to read! She never seemed to let her emotions show. Oh, she was definitely capable of empathy and compassion. But she did all her good deeds lik
Star Wars: Darth Maul drabbles1. be not afraidStar Wars: Darth Maul drabbles3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When Darth Maul thinks back on his time in the cave he thinks that he can still feel mechanical legs creaking around him and a heavy body dragging on the floor. He rebuilt himself from black plates and used the bones and teeth of animals for his joints. He worked oil and fat into his engines the same, with no particular thought for practicality or speed. He did not need to walk streets because he was here in this rusting red land and he would be here forever, every minute the future and all other futures unthought of, living and killing.
But when he is revived and resuscitated and his memory returned to him, he finds that the spidery legs he made were a cage. They frighten him with their messy unwillingness to move together, and thinking of them attached to the remnants of his body makes it all worse. He becomes, in quick moments that are not relevant to the future(s), afraid of himself.
But he always kept fear close to him, even closer than the steel
An End Once and For All (Indocrintation/Destroy) 1Her head was throbbing. An Immensely painful pounding fighting the confines of her skull as if it sought escape. Her blood rushed in her ears and she pressed her gloved fingers to her temples and squeezed her eyes shut again, massaging her head to keep the pain from dominating her. No matter what she did however, Commander Lorraine Shepard couldn't get his voice out of her head. It was still there, whispering the same things to the darkest recesses of her mind...over and over and over... it was echoing through her skull, ricocheting through her mind and preying upon her thoughts. It was manipulating her, and it rung with a sincerity that struck more fear in her heart than what they were about to do.An End Once and For All (Indocrintation/Destroy) 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
You do not yet comprehend your place in things, Shepard.
"What's that, Commander?"
Lorraine lifted her head, her eyes snapping open and locking on the person seated across from her, Kaidan, who had spoken. She didn't answer for a moment, her mind taking a moment to refocus oh her s
Cruelty Of 10After rolling around for two hours, one simply finds out that they can’t sleep; so instead I get up and walk to the closet and stare at my reflection, my skin looks pale, my hair is a rats nest (and trust me, I’ve seen plenty so I know) and my eyes look wild; I don’t look anything like someone any sponsor would like, they like BCP: beauty, charisma and popularity, I had none.Cruelty Of 102 years ago in Drama More Like This
Charisma? Definitely not, charisma requires talking and for talking you need two necessities: something to talk about and someone to talk to; again I had none, what would I talk about? Hunting? No. ways of sneaking around? No. gossip and girly crushes? I’d rather die first.
Even if I had something to talk about, who would I tell it to? I had no friends, Slade would always come home late, most of the people that I had actually talked to more than ten minutes were all at least forty years older than me, plus as much as I liked Avis, I didn’t see him more than a few hours a day; we woke
Loves GravityLove's GravityLoves Gravity12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From outside his bedroom door, Yuki Eiri picked up a familiar wailing sound. Shuichi's obnoxious crying noises. He was still there! Was there still a chance to fix things between them?
Wait; didn't he just conclude that it WAS possible to live without Shuichi?
It had been like this ever since their first kiss. That time in the elevator, he had done it to quiet the loud boy's annoying rant. But then, the boy refused to stop seeing him. Every spare moment Shindou Shuichi had, he tried to spend it with Yuki. Despite Yuki's protests and cruelty, Shuichi still tried to be by his side.
And Yuki loved him for it.
Devotion, complete and total devotion was what Yuki had with Shuichi. Loyalty, to him, and him alone. But more than that…Shuichi loved him. Shuichi loved Yuki! Shuichi loved him! Him! Him!
But more than that…Shuichi loved Yuki for Yuki.
He couldn't even pretend Tohma and Mika felt that way for him.
How could he justify being so cruel to Shuichi? Even if Shuichi
Mission Impossible Chapt. 1Mission Impossible Chapt. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Silla, you've got to remember!" The almost familiar voice was urgent...
"Ok, here's the plan." Silla turned to her team, Anakin, Rex, and Ahsoka sat and stood at various places in the meeting room.
"As you know I was given permission to chose my team for my mission, after reviewing the plan I figured you three would make the best team. Our mission is to recover the missing battle plans and find evidence to arrest the Tobar brothers. Who we believe have had connections with the Separatists. I have already given you your individual missions. Do you have any updates?"
"I found more information on Jaclyn," Ahsoka shifted her position "I've memorized her personal habits and a few phrases. I also memorized and practiced the song you gave me."
"Great job Ahsoka, I'm sure the club will accept you."
Ahsoka smiled "Thanks, I tried my best."
"To insure the plan runs as smoothly as possible Anakin Ahsoka and I will have to where these, at least while out of the headquarter
Nothing Less"So be it, Jedi."Nothing Less4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sandy blond hair fell over the face of a young man aged by things that none should see. Vader was caught. Unable to make even the slightest of moves.
Sith lightning rained down on his child, resigned to his fate.
The inability to take action that had gripped him earlier found release. For a moment he looked at the body- the body, eyes wide open and glazed with death. The light that had illuminated his mechanical heart extinguished, and in a single ruthless motion his light saber found itself burred within his former master.
He did not know if it was the bionic prison that made lifeless flesh seem so light- or if it was his son's small stature, where he had undoubtedly taken after his mother. The corpse in his unfeeling arms might not have even existed.
Through the halls into his private docking bay the evacuating imperials took no notice of their solemn commander. In the ship he arranged him to be mistaken as sleeping, lest not for the lack of breath in his breast.
Battlefleet Cadia Pt 3Battlefleet Cadia Pt 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Makenna? On the intercom if you will."
"Yes Admiral. Captain, with your permission "
"Crew of the Raging Glory, we are dropping out of the warp in seven
Ugh, I hate dropping out of the warp
it always seems like the faces laugh at me
Focus, we are going to war.
We're catching them off guard.
Can't let them catch us off guard.
But what if
Oh shit, brace!
"Captain, we have no visual on any threats in the Cadia system, or any sign of there
being any sort of battle."
"Check sensors again, it may take them a few seconds to scan all around us."
"Captain! We've just lost contact with the Holy Grace!"
"What? From where?"
"I'm not sure, we have readings of a large heat source coming from where the Holy
Grace used to be, possibly an explosion of a sort."
"Admiral, what are your orders to the fleet?"
"Um, Navigator, do we have those se
Mass Effect: PicturesPicturesMass Effect: Pictures4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Before The Events on Horizon
"Hey! Don't tell me how to do my job!"
Commander Shist Shepard rolled his eyes at the sound of yelling, once again on his way to settle a dispute in the cockpit. "Joker!" he called once within five feet of the pilot. "It's not worth your time to argue with the AI."
Joker straightened his cap with a frown. "EDI locked down the speeds! Come on, I want to put the Normandy through her paces!"
"Traveling at unsafe speeds is a danger not only to you, Mr. Moreau, but to every crew member of the Normandy," the ship's AI explained. "My actions are merely safety protocol."
Shepard smiled. "The original Normandy crew wouldn't have had a problem with it, Joker. But Cerberus crew is different. We have to play nice."
Joker hung his head. "Dang. I miss them, Commander."
"You didn't seem too excited when we brought Garrus aboard," Shepard pointed out. "Well, yeah. He wasn't exactly the most pleasant of our crew."
"Then who was?"
Joker frowned, obvio
Mass Effect 3: Die for the Cause"Primarch Victus, fleet wide comm channel open," said the Indefatigable's communication's officer.Mass Effect 3: Die for the Cause2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Thank you. This is Primarch Victus to all ships. Some have described the liberation of Palaven as a miracle. It was nothing of the sort. It was the inevitable result of our alliance with the Krogan. Once bitter enemies, together we threw off the enemy from our sacred soil. Together we drove back those who sought to destroy us. Now we stand poised to join every sentient race in the galaxy in an attack on the Reaper's main force. Together we will go to Earth and defeat the dreaded enemy.
Earth, the home world of humanity. Once our enemy, our rival, our competitor in the galactic stage. We first met on the battlefield, then on the conference table. Over time we wearily eyed each other even as we tried to understand each other. Then Saren, a turian Spectre, one of our own, betrayed the Council and sided with the Reapers. On the Citadel the galaxy witness what h
The Bar In Red and BlueThe young woman made her way out onto the platform. The usually unruly audience became stunned by the beauty with short chocolate brown hair, in black and red standing confidently on the small stage. The people in the bar began quieting as the music began and as her voice rang out, the room was nearly silent. Silent; aside from a few dead-drunks shouting unintelligibly in a far corner. She had captivated her audience in a matter of moments.The Bar In Red and Blue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The young man behind the bar counter was especially drawn in. He set down the glass he had been shining in order to better focus his attention on her. Her her name was Meiko and it seemed to him that she had the most beautiful voice in the world. His dusky blue eyes stared dreamily at her and he lost himself in the song.
A man hesitantly walked up to the counter, unsure whether it was alright to disturb the young man who seemed entranced by the music Or the songstress herself. But nevertheless, he was at a bar and he wanted a