Writing is....Writing is....Writing is....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing is art that flows on to the empty canvas of paper. It colors the empty soul of blue lines that horizontally straighten the white.
Writing is music that screams into your ears on an exciting cliffhanger, it might whisper when all is still in the fantasy, or it gently sooths your happiness, when everything works out.
Writing is photography that shows you pictures and scenes of calm or frightening things. In your mind, you think if it will all end soon, or if it will continue on in your imagination.
SW: Kaira, The Grand InquisitorSW: Kaira, The Grand Inquisitor1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Commandant Aira-ty Nokta watched as the Jedi captive took another solid punch in the jaw from her Storm Commandos. This wasn't her first interrogation, in the past months since the fall of the Republic and the formation of the Galactic Empire she'd conducted dozens of these interrogations on Jedi and other enemies of the Empire. This was just like any other.
With another blow to the woman's gut, Aira-ty walked forwards, her men stepping aside, one of them lifting the Jedi's head up by her fur to meet her gaze.
“This doesn't have to continue.” Aira-ty said gently, looking into the bothan's eyes. “Tell us what we want to know, and we'll end this.”
The bothan's eyes blazed defiantly as she gazed at Aira-ty hatefully, her jaw remaining shut.
“Keep it up, but don't break her jaw. We need her to talk.” Aira-ty said with a sigh as she stepped back again and let the pair of Storm Commandos resume their ministrations as she leaned against the wall and continu
Odd Jobs: Chapter OneOdd Jobs: Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the Universe, there are an infinite number of dimensions, an infinite number of realities where people of different species go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
But this story is not about any such people.
The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into Existence, and they've been stuck with them in one form or another throughout all their various lives.
SW: Sparring with DarknessSW: Sparring with Darkness1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hanabi knelt in the training room, meditating and trying to find her center after the day's frustrations. She didn't know how much longer she could continue to do this. She was not cruel enough for this new life. She knew that the only reason she was still alive was because Master Kahan, the Grand Inquisitor, allowed her to live and protected her from the ire of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. In her turn she tried to follow his new path but found it hard to execute the level of cruelty that such required. At least Aira-ty seemed to have adapted well to the New Order. She was almost as bad as Master Kahan had become though she was often left at a disadvantage when he interacted with her.
Hanabi sighed fretfully. She knew that Master Kahan still loved Aira-ty and that she loved him...but she knew that neither of them would ever admit it. Love was a vulnerability in the Empire. It was an avenue for an attack that needed to be defended. Hanabi herself was a vulnerability for Maste
GR-75 medium transport Grace-refitGR-75 medium transport Grace-refit (Grace-class escort)GR-75 medium transport Grace-refit9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Manufacturer: Gallofree Yards Inc. (basic hull) Rebel Alliance (refit)
Model: Grace-class escort (modified GR-75 medium transport)
Class: long range escort/fleet tender
Length: 90 meters
Maximum Acceleration: 900G
MGLT: 20 MGLT
Maximum Speed (atmosphere): 650 km/h
Hyperdrive Rating: Class 4.0
Armament: laser cannons (4) ion cannons (2)
Complement: 4 starfighters
Cargo/Fuel Capacity: 8,000 metric tons
Consumables: 6 months
Roles: light escort, command ship, picket ship, scout, courier, fuel tanker, shuttle
Eras: Rebellion era, New Republic era
Affiliation: Allaince to Restore the Republic, New Republic, Twin Suns Transport Company, pirate/mercenary/criminal, planetary defense fleets, private security firms
Special Notes: the cannons are arranged equally on port and starboard side of the hull with two laser cannons each located forwards and aft while the two ion cannons are located amidshi
Paved with good IntentionsPaved with good Intentions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a trap since the beginning. She had felt it, but being among strangers she had not been sure they would have listened to her advice. Besides which, time being of the essence, they could spare no delay due to doubt.
Now standing in the midst of mountains of grain they were surrounded by creatures out of some nightmarish Ustalavian folktale, gaunt, skeletal men; their eyes burning with blue fire and their bodies shrouded in black cloth; armed with wicked scythes of clear keleshite design. A dark fog clouded the air and stole the sound from around them. The creatures' numbers doubled their own.
Jordan found it ironic that she had to travel so far from Canterwell, alla the way to Absalom in order to confront her first undead, but as she drew her longsword she decided that she wouldn't allow them to be her last.
Scarlet vs Discord Part 1Scarlet vs Discord Part 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Scarlet was flying around Angel Falls looking to start up some trouble and create Havoc on its unsuspecting residents when suddenly she felt a anomaly in the planet's life force. She flew to it's source which turned out to be a young woman, about 5'10 and well-endowed, who was dressed in a strapless black bustier held up by a brace of gold resembling two W's, a large golden belt and black briefs with five white stars on them, black boots with a white stripe on the front side, silver bracelets around her wrists, a golden diadem with a red star on her forehead. She also had a golden lasso, which hanged from her belt. Scarlet, being confident of her own ability, didn't think twice about confronting this unknown female. She landed on the ground next to an run-down apartment building. She wasted no time skipping the pleasantries.
"Who are you and what are you think your doing in my territory! You have 30 seconds to explain yourself before I correct this error...permanently!" The extra-terre
SW: Remember Who You AreSW: Remember Who You Are1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hanabi followed after her Master hurriedly, catching up to him as he walked briskly through the halls of the Imperial Palace.
“You made her mad again.” she stated worriedly.
The Grand Inquisitor said nothing as she followed after him and so she pressed further.
“You could try being gentler.”
“Why?” he asked somberly. “It won't do her any good.”
“But it will at least show that you care!” protested Hanabi as they continued. “She thinks you've completely abandoned who you used to be!”
The Grand Inquisitor snorted in apparent amusement. “Oh? And who are you referring to?”
“Kahan.” she stated candidly.
He froze in mid-stride, coming to a stop. Hanabi stopped as well, feeling her heart race as he turned to look at her, his blue gaze boring into her silvery eyes.
“What have I told you about using that name?”
“It's who you are!” Hanabi said defiantly.
“No, it's who I wa
SW: Kaira, Saving What MattersCommander Aira-ty Nokta was not having a good day. Her 44th Battalion was aboard Centerpoint Station along with the rest of the 302nd Legion in an attempt to keep the station out of the hands of the Separatists. The remainder of the 13th Assault Corps was on Drall, keeping the planet within the Republic's sphere of influence despite the local uprising and Separatist droid army there.SW: Kaira, Saving What Matters1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aira-ty ducked behind cover as a droideka and two super battle droids opened fire on her men, they managed to gun down a trio of her troopers, only serving to increase Aira-ty's ire at her opponents.
“Take them down!” she shouted into her helmet's com.
An ion grenade bounced around the corner and went off, causing static to appear on Aira-ty's visor display. As it cleared she stepped out to find the droids blasted into rubble. Beyond the debris was the command center for the station, its blast doors sealed.
Aira-ty turned and barked an order. “Wild Card!”
The five man BARC trooper s
SWtCW: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa pt. 1SWtCW: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa pt. 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....
The Clone Wars: Shadows of Nar Shaddaa
The Republic's war for survival continues to rage across the galaxy; with Christophsis now firmly back in Republican hands General Kahan and Commander Nokta have been sent on a mission to Hutt Space to ensure that the powerful Hutt lords do not enter the war on the side of the Separatists.
Amidst the ghosts of Aira-ty's past, memories of old enemies loom in the shadows as Hanabi tries to cope with her feelings of rejection after Anakin took a leave of absence and left her in the care of Master Kahan. Also on the mission are a squad of clone troopers hand picked by Aira-ty for their independence and wild nature.
As they near the planet Nar Shaddaa, the Vertical City, each member of the team finds themselves wondering what awaits them in dealing with the often deceitful Hutts and their insidious clan politics centered on the Grand Council and what traps the mysterious Separatist agents sent by
Jedi Master KahanNAME: KahanJedi Master Kahan1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
RACE: Human (assumed)
HOME PLANET: Unknown
HEIGHT: 1.8 meters
WEIGHT: 82 kilograms
EYES: Dark Blue
HAIR: Shoulder Length Black (when a boy/teen he had hip length hair that he kept braidded during his padawan years, however it was cut by Aurra-Sing on his first assignment as a knight, later in life he had white streaks in his hair)
WEAPON: Lightsaber Staff (can be split into dual sabers, amber hue)
SHIP: Barloz-class medium freighter Prodigal Star (later Consular-class cruiser Lancer C80 Aegis)
FORCE SPECIALIZATION: Battle Meditation, Illusion, Teleporting/Phasing, mental Force techniques
HISTORY: Kahan was found adrift by An'ya Kuro, The Dark Woman, in a derelict space ship with no memory of who he was or where he came from, he wasn't even sure of his own age or species though he appeared to be a human in his pre-teens. Against established protocol, she took the Force sensitive child under her wing without permission from the Jedi Council and traine
31:12N, 121:30Emy Dear i just noticed31:12N, 121:30E2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my balcony is shaped
and the wind is billowing
the moon up, up to-night
in her dusty purple garb
and i think
no Dear i do not want
to leave here: where men
build bridges over oceans
and live inside of mountains
like river dragons
where the sun shines
not at all at noon but gleams
like an orange at sundown
where the moon walks home
surefooted to where my neck
Action VI Transport Ranger-refitAction VI Transport Ranger-refit (Ranger-class frigate)Action VI Transport Ranger-refit9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation (basic hull) Rebel Alliance (refit)
Model: Ranger-class frigate (modified Action VI transport)
Class: long range escort
Length: 125 meters
Maximum Speed (atmosphere): 650 km/h
Hyperdrive Rating: Class 3.0
Armament: turbolaser cannons (2) laser cannons (8)
Complement: 8 starfighters
Cargo/Fuel Capacity: 25,000 metric tons
Consumables: 8 months
Roles: light escort, command ship, picket ship, scout, courier, fuel tanker, shuttle
Eras: Rebellion era, New Republic era
Affiliation: Allaince to Restore the Republic, New Republic, planetary defense fleets
Special Notes: turbolasers are mounted on the cheeks of the ship and fixed forwards with limited ninety-degree firing arcs. Laser cannons are located paired fore and aft on all four sides of the hull. The hangar is located beneath the cross beam which in the Ranger-refit has been removed to allow fighters to tak
Krin a Brief SynopsisThe Human/Krin warsKrin a Brief Synopsis2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Human interstellar exploration began in the twenty first century much sooner than the general population was led on to believe. It was conducted covertly and with black budgets funded by the invasions of smaller mineral rich countries for decades on end.
Then, in the fog and chaos of an entire financial collapse, a one world government was formed of the totalitarian fascist variety.
Due to a single state Eugenics policy, all able body men with I.Q.s of genius levels or less were conscripted into a single world army for indoctrination and management of state policies.
Woman of the same caliber were relegated to working farms, factories, and the raising of livestock throughout the planet. As great space hulks were sent out towards the closest stars in order to find and acquire new habitable lands for colonization and the relief of world population numbers.
The very first star system put in the sights of the state Imperium was the Vega star system due to its very cl
TF AlterVerse Zoe Custom SuitTF AlterVerse Zoe Custom Suit5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Zoes Personal Custom Suit
Code Number: X-40A
Type: Custom Design Accelerator Suit
Manufacturer: KeysTech Coporation
The helmet is armed with a slot up visor, and has a small communication link at one side. It also has a 360 degree HUD (Heads-Up Display) screen that interfaces with the user itself, allowing the user to see everything around him or her and interface with the suit. The helmet acts like a kind of omni-sensor visor, which allows all the tactical and situational information to be available to the user at all times in the field
The suit is comprised of three main layers, and a few other sub-layers of nano-machines and secondary armour plating. The first layer is made up of an acquiescent and flexible one piece (like a swimsuit) that allows the user to interface with the circuitry and sub-systems of the Suit. The second layer acts like an additional muscle layer, consisting of small pistons and hydraulics that complement the S
Se...Se meus olhosSe...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Encontrassem os teus
Dir-te-iam sem palavras
Que os tempos da nossa dança
Trocaram-se sem mais nadas.
Se a minha boca
A tua encontrasse
Num beijo lânguido
Dir-te-ia que desencontrámos
O sabor um do outro.
Se a minha pele
Ao encontro da tua
Num toque suado
Dir-te-ia que findamos
O que nunca começamos.
Se minhas mãos
Segurando as tuas
Num dedilhar nervoso
Dir-te-iam que desamarrámos
Nossos nós por atar.
Se minhas palavras
Ouvindo as tuas
num melodioso unissono
Dir-te-iam que acabámos
O Encontro e a Viagem.
Se meus olhos, minha boca
Minha pele, minhas mãos
Tudo isto te dissesse...
TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers3 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
SW: Kaira, the HelmetSW: Kaira, the Helmet2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aira-ty walked onto the hangar deck with the extra helmet under one arm. She spotted the Prodigal Star resting in its berthing with the General and several troopers standing around the freighter. Hefting the bucket she moved forwards with a purposeful glare as the five members of Wild Card squad and the three ARC troopers who would be accompanying the mission listened to the General's briefing.
“I have every faith in each of your abilities.” the General was saying. “We'll be completely isolated once we're on the planet's sur—“
“I have a present for you General,” Aira-ty said as she raised the helmet up and clamped it down on his head.
Kahan jerked for a moment as the helmet locked in place and much to Aira-ty's surprise he lashed out, shoving her back and clutching at the helmet as if it were trying to take his head off. After a moment's struggle he ripped the helmet from his head and threw it across the hangar. The sound of its impact echoed a
A Family inflation part 2This is a piece of non erotic fiction, and it does involve body inflation. In particular the Belly. This is the first of a few in a series and there will be more to come. If you do not like or care for body inflation and the thought of someone inflating to an huge size is disturbing to you....... you have been warned and should not read this then.A Family inflation part 24 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Lisa was laying on the ground, she could fell the grass under her and the warm sun shining down on her. She smiled and placed her hands on her stomach. Running her hands up and along its curve to rest on top, she had to extend her arms a bit to get them to the top of the expansive curve of her swollen stomach. Her eyes opened and she was startled at how big she was. She was way bigger than she had ever thought possible, she craned her neck to look at herself and was in awe. Her stomach towered over her and had to be at least three feet high and almost as wide! How was this possible? The shock quickly wore off as
A Mushroom's SongThe little shabby mushroom is awake from her long cold sleep.A Mushroom's Song6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A warm touch of sunshine gently caresses her pale cheeks.
She opens her eyes, yawns several times and shivers.
She's been buried under the dry leaves and snow in the winter.
The forest where she stays has flourished once more,
with all the lemon green grass and pastel color flowers.
Some animals start showing their faces and stretching their backs.
Some are old inhabitants, some are new friends to make.
The little mushroom take a deep breath with glee...
The wet cool air enters her small fragile body.
Some teardrops from the happy old pine tree
fall on her flat head softly...
She begins chanting some magic songs in zest...
The song she's written with her heart bit by bit
It's about the feelings she has for the forest
It's the expression of how much she loves it.
Her eyes wonder far-far and yonder
and grasp the dancing blue carpet around her.
The tiny flowers cover the ground and reply to her sing,
"Forget me not... forget me
HimIt always begins with him.Him4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"He", though arbitrary, seems to be the only way I can open up to myself. "He" being a father I had, a lover I once knew, a friend I cherished, and the son I loved. I tend to collect my thoughts pensively whilst circling the momentous impression he has left upon my person; these ordered words and ideas are outwardly meaningful only because they have been gathered in the shadow of his essence. I appear to understand my place only in relation to him. I measure my joy to the standard happiness that he created for me and judge the gravity of my sorrows to the depth at which he let me fall. I knew contentment by knowing him and destruction by losing him. He, being every man I have met and have wished to meet, makes for me the will to imagine my life with and without him.
My story always begins with my better half. My other half. My frame of reference. He is more than where I start because he is also why I begin.
Even in my languor and bitterness, mere e