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
The Mauler I Have Become 5The time finally came; I was determined to bring Dooku to justice after what he did to me. With Darth Maul out of me, I was in control of myself. Its times like these, you feel very powerful, like nothing could touch you. I was very powerful, but not invincible. I felt like a true Jedi again: pure, kind, and peaceful when I'm in the harshest of situations. However, even without a Sith inside of you, you can still lose control.The Mauler I Have Become 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was onboard the Resolute, in my quarters. I was sitting down on my bed, stashing some explosives into the pockets of my belt. My master came in, unexpectedly. "How are you holding up, Snips?" he said. I stood up off of my bed. "Well, I'm less angry than I was before," I replied, "and I'm ready to fight."
"Now you just need to file down those spikes and tan your skin." I chuckled with him, "Very funny."
I walked past him and exited into the hallway. He caught up beside me, "So did you really Darth Maul in that cave?" he said.
"Well," I said, still walking, "I co
Dark Side Ahsoka: PreparationWar has come to the galaxy. Many say it is a fight for freedom and prosperity; but it in reality, it is a game and the prizes are pride and power. Both sides have the same interest. Both sides are corrupted. Even the Jedi, the guardians of the peace, have gained too much power. The Republican and Separatist senate have all been corrupted; all they care about now is wealth and power .and yet, they want more. No peace can be restored in this conflict. There is only one solution: cleanse the galaxy and rid it of it's vermin. One being was brave enough to use the idea: a Sith. He created a dark army through the power of alchemy. He made everything: soldiers, armored vehicles, weapons and ships. All he needed now was a successor: an apprentice. Luckily, he found one: a child with extraordinary potential with the blade of a lightsaber and the Force, seeking her true destiny. She was captured by him and was shown the true path of justice. At first, she did not believe; but yet, her masteDark Side Ahsoka: Preparation4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Mauler I Have Become 3Master Plo hardly believed me at first; but luckily, he somehow knew that I was really telling the truth. We quickly prepped the troops for battle and brought both ships with us to Utapau. I could tell that some of the troops weren't scared of the operation; they were actually scared of me. I know my appearance is somewhat scary, but to there was absolutely no reason to fear me. I felt completely control of myself.The Mauler I Have Become 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After a few minutes of traveling through hyperspace, we finally reached Utapau. Surprisingly, there was no sign of any Separatist ships, but we still stood our guard. At the bridge, Master Plo turned to me. "I sense Anakin's presence here," he said, "it seems you were right." I smiled at him as a reply. I then turned to a clone captain to my left. "Run a full scan on the planet," I said, "search for any signs of Separatist activity." The clone nodded in response and looked back to the monitor.
"Commander," he spoke to me as he finished scanning, "I've found a larg
The Mauler I Have Become 2Later on, I was knocked out by stun ray that just came out of nowhere. I woke up later on a stone-cold, metal floor. At first I thought it was all just a crazy dream, but until I saw my reflection in the floor. I was still the same freak I was before. Seeing my altered face again made a tear stream down my face. I stood back up and looked away from my reflection. That was when I noticed I was wearing new clothes.The Mauler I Have Become 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They actually seemed to match my dark self. (Which made me sick just thinking about it). I was wearing a glossy, leather tank top that hugged my skin, comfortably. I noticed that my hands were covered with fingerless, leather gloves. As I looked down, I was also wearing laced combat boots on my feet, I was wearing skin-tight, black pants, and a glossy, black skirt that draped down from my new utility belt to my ankles, covering all around my backside. Honestly, I looked slightly darker than Ventress.
"The outfit really suits you," a familiar voice spoke behind me. I
RotSW: PariahRotSW: Pariah8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Rise and shine, scumbag."
The big man awakes. The 'cage'-chair he had been on releases him from his chain, but his hands remain tied. He stands up, only to face the muzzle of a heavy blaster rifle, aimed carefully at his chest.
"You might want to be careful with that, Crane," he says to the man holding the rifle, unimpressed. "You could hurt somebody."
The other man, Crane, just points him towards the small ship's exit. The ramp lowers, revealing a dusty, grungy plateau of rock high in the mountains of Rattatak.
"The Abyss. You know, you always take me to the nicest places, Crane."
Obviously feeling uncomfortablein spite of his dominating roleCrane forces the broad shouldered Rancor of a man to step out, and answers, "I hear the food's good as well. Can't say I'm gonna miss you, Tite."
The tall, brawny man, Tite, doesn't reply, and Crane continues.
"Hox is a businessman. Now, play nice and we can get this over with quickly."
"It's already over, Crane." Tite nods towards
The Mauler I Have Become 4I was running out of time and options. Darth Maul was inside of me, trying to take control of me. I desperately needed help. I went to the one person that would know exactly what to do: Master Yoda. I came to his meditation immediately after I saw Darth Maul in my sleep. I tried to keep as calm as I could. I pressed the button on the side of the door and the doorbell rang. I was able to hear Master Yoda's voice through the door. "Enter, you may," he said. The door opened and I calmly walked inside. The blinds on the windows were partially opened, letting in some sunlight. Master Yoda was sitting on his meditation bed smiling warmly at me.The Mauler I Have Become 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Welcome, Padawan Tano," he said, "how may I help you?"
I inhaled some air and answered. "Master Yoda, I come to you, desperate and afraid." Yoda lost his smile for a minute. I came a little closer to him. "Ever since my change, I feel like there's this darkness inside of me. I become angered even when I'm calm. I feel like I'm becoming something else
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
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
He Stopped Loving Her Today"He Stopped Loving Her Today"He Stopped Loving Her Today8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A young girl, who served as a maid and friend many years ago, recounts the tragic events that she encountered during her service.
George Lucas owns the characters, George Jones owns the song- but the plots all mine!
JO stories: Loose Ends p.2What?!, Leia almost shouted, losing her diplomatic cool for a moment. She was usually unshaken, but this did the job pretty well. I said that if I was to die, I want you to make those public. That doesnt mean Im going to just drop dead., Sebastian tried to soothe her, but even though her outer demeanour had mainly returned, Sebastian could tell Leia was upset. Shii was less shaken by the notion. Well if you said that it must be that youre expecting to die or at least considering that you might, right?, she reasoned. Why?, Leia immediately wanted to know. Briefly glaring at Shii, Sebastian tried to soothe Leia again, placing a hand on her shoulder. Look, its just that I have a lead on some loose ends I still need to tie off... And I had a vision when meditating. Of me. Dead. But it might as well not happen. The future is always in motion., he tried to reason. I just want to have a failsafe for if iJO stories: Loose Ends p.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
JO stories: Loose Ends p.1Jedi Master Sebastian sat in a corner of the Abregadoan Temples mess hall. His hair was a mess, his robes were stale and worn. Even though it was fairly early in the morning, and most of the Jedi were only now piling in for breakfast, Sebastian clearly looked like hed been awake for quite some time now. And indeed he had. Stirring over his bowl of thick Hillindor fowl soup, Sebastian reflected on the past few hours, spent recording holocrons. Everything worthwhile was poured in there now, including a few personal messages, just in case. Today hed announce his departure, and he hoped to say a fond farewell to a few people. Having lost his appetite, he showed the bowl of soup to the side and reached for the small bad resting on the seat next to him. He was just about to get up when a figure plopped down on the seat opposite him. He hadnt been able to make out who it was since his gaze was mostly turned sideways, but the careless demeanour and unmistakably mischievJO stories: Loose Ends p.15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This