Brother vs. BrotherBrother vs. BrotherBrother vs. Brother5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On a planet with mountains erupting,
fire and sulfur, scenery so disrupting;
Two friends engage in a fight,
with awesome strength and intense might.
A pupil, thinking he was doing right,
in fear and pride, fell from the light,
to desperately try to save the life
of his one and only beloved wife.
And at that moment, the mentor appears
just as his pupil's chokehold on his own beloved disappears.
The mentor poses a challenge, a fiery duel,
but the pupil is empowered by an evil fuel.
Now, over flaming fiery fire,
it makes you want to inquire:
"How could a mentor and his pupil duel on another?"
Teacher against student, brother against brother.
Sailing on rivers of orange, yellow, and red,
an angry exchange of words between the two is said.
The mentor speaks of the nature of the light side,
while his pupil speaks of evil, jealousy, and pride.
Nearing the end of their contest, the mentor leaps,
and here's the moment where everyone weeps:
In arrogance and vanity, the pupil
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
Ahsoka's AkulShe jumped off the flagship into the cold yellow clouds, her ears filling with the sound of her clothing flapping as she plummeted. The clones jet packs hissed to life behind her as they followed, and despite the emptiness of the sky ringing in her montrals, she felt filled up, embraced by a gravity well as comfortingly choking as a fur coat, and she whooped to fill the sky with the same completeness.Ahsoka's Akul6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It may have been the next mission, or a few afterward. They tended to blur together when most of them did not involve things as exciting as jumping out of spaceships and battling lightsaber-wielding CIS leaders. Most of them involved something like this; sitting under a mud-brown-and-grey tarpaulin lashed with rain, waiting while the clones pushed en masse ever so slowly into Seperatist lines. Most of them, too, involved this, Master Skywalker coming and looking down at her darkly, saying Look Snips, I just wanted to talk to you about
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
Ajunta PallAjunta Pall4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: Ajunta Pall
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 cowardlya 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 wasnot 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. Nowait. There is some feeli
The Tale of the Snow KingThe Tale of the Snow King3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The story of the snow king is a simple one that has grown into legend among mando'ade and imperials alike.
Years ago a Mandalorian clad in orange and black beskar'gam rose to power over a small faction of Mandalorians. The warrior united his followers and made himself into a sort of warlord of the group.
His followers feared and respected him, pledging unwavering loyalty to him, and calling him their Ani'latoon'alor, meaning Ultimate Leader in mando'a. But while they did as he commanded, it became prevelant after their conquest of the world of Hoth, that their leader had become obsessed with the conquest of snow worlds.
The Ani'latoon'alor and his followers continued on to dominate the world of Polus and to gain the loyalty of the native Pyn'gani. After every victory, more people and races of snow worlds pledged fealty to their ultimate leader.
His title of Snow King would finally be bestowed upon him, as he led an invasion force against the Ice Palace of the Snow King on Endor. The An
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
Honered Warrior: Chapter 7Honered Warrior: Chapter 79 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hearing the blanket of the main doorway rattle to clear silence, Naiya let her emotions take the better of her and allowed tears to stream down her reddish-brown skin, ending in ripples in the dish water. Who knows if he was going to come back or come back at all? She wiped some of the tears away, and then felt a tug on her skirt, glancing around to see Adriav with his stuff animal, Taigarian, in hand.
Naiya knelt, hands slightly damp, pulled him into her warm, loving embrace and started to hear his muffled crying. Tears started to form in the corners of her gentle, golden-yellow eyes as she held Adriav close, hoping Grievous would return soon. She didn't have to look the window in the kitchen, the cries of 'good-bye' and the roar of the shuttle's engines, told her that they were getting ready for departure.
Sitting in the shuttle's cockpit, Grievous scanned the group of women, still-wounded soldiers, and children, older and younger then his own son, for Naiya
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
Contest: RecipeIt has been a long time since last I sat in the Mos Eisley Cantina.Contest: Recipe6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It has been a long time since I last felt the gravity of Tatooine.
It has been more than one human lifetime.
But I am the assassin, the connoisseur, Anzat of the Anzati. I am Dannik Jerriko, and I do not let memories get in the way of business.
Inside the sacks behind my cheeks the proboscii twitch. It has been a timeall the flight here and a day beforesince I have drank of life. If this buisnessbeing does not bring news that was well for me, his soup will saturate me.
The cantina is nearly empty now. Outside, the suns bake the ground. Most sentient beings are hiding from their planet and its heat. A humanoid form darkens the entranceway. I dont even bother to look. But then inside my mind and inside my cheeks the soup-lust boils up. That beings scent, its soup-sense carried by the currents of the tiny breezes felt on the skin and storms felt only in the mind, is aflame with strength tinged 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
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
''Dunkles Erbe'' EinleitungEin Planet und zugleich eine Stadt...Coruscant.''Dunkles Erbe'' Einleitung1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Ein Planet, der am Besten verdeutlichte, wie gegensätzlich die Welt doch war.
Am Tag war der Himmel blau und cremefarbene Wolken kräuselten sich weit über den Dächern der Wolkenkratzer. Und Nachts...alles schwarz, jedoch durchflutet von tausend kleinen und großen Lichtern, so bunt...
Doch schüchterten einen die riesigen Blechhaufen beim ersten Besuch mächtig ein.
Auf den ersten Blick sahen die Blocks aus wie frisch aus der Presse kommender Metallmüll. Doch Coruscants Bauten konnten auch schön sein.
Zumindest die oberen.
Tief unten, bei den Grundsteinen der Wolkenkratzer, dort wo irgendwann einmal noch das Leben getobt hatte, dort saßen die Wesen, die wirklich alles verloren hatten.
Wer einmal dort unten saß würde nie wieder auch nur eine Leuchtreklame der oberen Ebene sehen.
Das waren bemitleidenswerte Geschöpfe. Dort unten waren sie einfach nur zum Sterben verurteilt.
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!
Jedi training They stopped dead; it was big, a lot bigger then how he had described it. The started up, it was tall, the looked across, it was wide. The robots busied themselves with other things in front, flying plans, solar maps, information, and communication numbers. However the two friends stared at each other, no it was nothing like he said.Jedi training6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What do you think? He said placing a hand on their shoulders.
Its big. Yao stated bluntly. You lied, Mr. Skywalker, you said it was small.
The student body is, not the school. Luke said with a chuckle and walked towards the school.
You feel that? Juki said, looking at his best friend with concern as she nodded. I dont like it.
A Lovely TrickAuthor's Note: I don't own Star Wars or its characters. This is set shortly after the Starfighters of Adumar.A Lovely Trick3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Lovely Trick
This was not how Wedge had planned the evening to go. In more ways than one. He realized that by this point in his life he probably shouldn't be surprised that what was supposed to be a nice romantic evening turning into a fate worse than death. He had been planning a nice evening out with Iella. Instead, he had some how been drafted to attend a function of state. At least he wasn't suffering alone. Tycho, Wes, Hobbie, Corran, and Gavin had also gotten the "invitation" to attend. Even if they hadn't been seated together. It had been learned long ago that seating Rogue Squadron together at these events did make things more interesting, but that the politicians often weren't pleased with the results.
Still, state dinners really did not hold a candle to even just take out with Iella. Wedge bit back a sigh and tried to look interested in his seating companion's comme