Aira-ty: First BountyAira-ty stood breathlessly over her opponent, panting heavily as she looked at the corpse that until a moment ago had been a Zeltron smuggler who'd pissed off the wrong people. His eyes were staring vacantly at the ceiling and Aira-ty felt a shiver run through her as the sightless eyes gazed upwards. She took out a cloth and placed it over the man's face, covering his shocked expression from her view.Aira-ty: First Bounty in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You can do this. She told herself with determination. The hard part is already done, now you've just got to transport him to the client you'll be a real bounty hunter.
With those happy thoughts in mind, she looked back at the body. It was massive. The Zeltron had easily been two meters tall and probably weighed double what Aira-ty did. At only fifteen, she wasn't even done growing yet! She gritted her teeth and took a firm hold of the man's boots and began trying to drag him out into the hall of the apartment complex she'd killed him in. It was tough work, and she didn't know how she was
Jaeriel NoktaNAME: Jaeriel NoktaJaeriel Nokta in Profiles More Like This
RACE: Human/Lonagh-Whanian half-breed
HOME PLANET: Mandalore's third moon
PARENTS: Aira-ty and Kahan Nokta
SKIN COLOR: white
EYES: dark blue
HAIR: black with green highlights
lightsaber staff w/silver blades (twin blades can be redirected into a single long-sword style blade)
heavy blaster pistol
blaster sniper rifle
SHIP: modified A-wing starfighter Ace in the Hole
FORCE SPECIALIZATION: Energy Absorption/Manipulation, Telekinesis, Teleportation, Phasing
PRE-ALLIANCE: Jaeriel Nokta was born on the third moon of Mandalore shortly after her parents' encounter with Darth Vader where the pair had settled to not only raise their family but also base their newly formed clan. Having a former Jedi General and a Mandalorian for parents along with several clones and one jedi for older siblings ensured that Jaeriel was well trained as a child however it was not until her twelfth year that she and her younger sister Ay-lana beg
SW: A Feud is BornAira-ty Nokta stepped out of the bridge turbolift and approached the massive cloaked figure whose back was to her as he gazed out at the stars.SW: A Feud is Born in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“It's done my Lord.” she said courteously, ever careful of Skywalker's temper.
The cybernetic dark jedi turned his deathly mask towards her, his voice an electronic crackle that sent shivers down Aira-ty's spine.
“You are lying Commandant.”
Aira-ty tensed but remained where she was, her helmet under her arm as she starred back at the black voids.
“I executed my mission sir.”
“You let the jedi go.” Skywalker snarled, coming towards her.
Aira-ty remained where she was, staring at Vader's chest defiantly.
“There were no jedi down there Skywalker, just some renegades.”
She remembered the look on Dio's face as she'd let him and his small band of rebels go. After what had just happened to Guo-Jia...it seemed the least she could do for him...and technically she was right, Dio had never been m
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Green fire lit up space all around Quinn's battered starfighter as she maneuvered through the blinding melee of Alliance and Imperial fighters. The Death Star's superlaser reached out and annihilated another of the massive Mon Calamari cruisers, the Blue Reef, and all Quinn could do was watch the beautiful ship be vaporized. Damn it, they were being annihilated out here, that was the third ship that the Death Star had claimed since its activation had been revealed. This was insane, they couldn't fight out here like this! Her only real consolation was that her daughter Orchid was 'safely' inside of Jaeriel's starfighter which was at that very moment flying on her wing.
“All craft, close with the Imperial fleet and engage.”
Quinn frowned as Admiral Ackbar's voice gave the order. Close with the star destroyers and their support ships? Were they crazy? They'd be torn to shreds! Not to mention that even with most of the Alliance fleet here t
Alliance Fighters 1-2ABYAggressive ReConnaissance-170 (ARC-170)Alliance Fighters 1-2ABY in Profiles More Like This
Some of you already know these fighters, you've seen them being flown by escort squadrons and other select units. Well the Rebels use them too and they're just as dangerous in their hands as in ours. Armaments are the same, and they'll make short work of your standard TIE so tackle them in groups.
These things are Clone Wars tech, like a lot of the Rebel arsenal. They've aged decently though and can be tough in the hands of experienced pilots. Armed with two triple laser cannons you really don't want to be in front of one of these if you're flying a craft without shields.
The original Y-wing starfighter fought in the Clone Wars, there have been several variants since then and the Rebels use a lot of them. They're tough, with powerful shields and armor and carry a decent armament with torpedo launchers and an internal bomb bay. The top mounted gun is either a twin laser or ion cannon and can be turreted in some variants so
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Honestly, it just hadnt been a good day. Between Exchange bosses and two-bit thugs, the day didnt have any energy left to it. After all, being shot at by people with murderous intents somehow managed to always ruin Attons mood. Then again, itd been ruined on a fairly regular basis lately, and he didnt have much patience for the universe anymore.
That was why he was lounged in the cockpit, slouching in the pilots chair with his feet on the consoles, hair tumbling into his eyes as he cradled his precious juma bottle in his right hand. Exhaling thinly, he closed his eyes and tilted the bottle back toward his lips, taking a slow sip of the familiar liquid. It always hit the perfect spot within him; today was no exception. A sigh escaped him as he brushed his knuckles over his jaw, absently stroking the thre
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Oh, come on; that didnt hurt.
It did. Ow! Force, watch what youre doing!
Pipe down, you big baby. Its only a kolto patch.
Yeah, I know, butow! Dammit, stop pulling hairs!
You are not. And stop laughing!
It didnt work. Carth Onasi glared, arms folded protectively over his chest as Lire Dakaar doubled over with laughter. He was sitting on the medbay table, naked from the waist up, feeling somewhat vulnerable, and bleeding from a few new holes, and she had the audacity to laugh at him. &
Clone Wars: Shattered PiecesThere was liquid where Ahsokas montrals were supposed to be, an unusually light weight that canceled out the ultrasonic sense of space that she always subconsciously relied on. It sloshed on the edges of her hearing as she tried to sit up.Clone Wars: Shattered Pieces in Fan Fiction More Like This
She passed a hand over her head (she thought that the hand should be shaking, but it was not, and there was more subtle fear in that then in what had produced the shaking at the start), and felt cool air where the curved tops of her soft horns should have been. A rounded plate covered her head where parts of her mind still told her the base of her montrals were. It emitted a warmth that felt to her palm like that of a datapad which has been running too long, a bright electric burn entirely unlike the unmistakable, softer glow of body heat.
She could remember battling Grievous, could remember when the viewport in his starships hallway cracked, although she did not know who had broken it. Then--she was thrown aside into freezing space th
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 Akul 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
Contest: RecipeIt has been a long time since last I sat in the Mos Eisley Cantina.Contest: Recipe 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
A New Kind of Heroics Ch.2Meanwhile, in the main meeting hall of the Superheroes' Guild...A New Kind of Heroics Ch.2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Pantsman grinned in his seat at the giant, round table dominating the center of the hall. His videogame had come out that day, meaning he'd finally met all the requirements of becoming an official superhero. No more small town stuff, now he was running in the big leagues, he was going to protect the world from the BIG threats like alien invasion, asteroid apocalypse, and soil erosion. At the moment however, his new, supposedly uber fantastic life was a bit dry, though that didn't dampen his enthusiasm. Superman had the floor and he was reading from a clipboard about the last quarter's profits. Exciting!
After about an hour of this Pantsman was slumped in his seat, making soft burbling sounds as he pretended to die from boredom. Aquaman elbowed him in the ribs, "Quit that, I'm trying to pay attention," the irate hero hissed.
"Hey, when do we go and save the world?" Pantsman asked, yawning halfway through and ignoring the h
A New Kind of HeroicsExcerpt from the Superhero Handbook...A New Kind of Heroics in Sci-Fi More Like This
To join the Guild of Superheroes is the crowning achievement of every superhero's life, and the driving ambition of every junior hero, justice seeking civilian, and masked vigilante. But before being accepted into the Guild of Superheroes, every aspiring hero must pass the following requirements, so as to ensure that only the best and strongest heroes are the ones out there facing the threats too big for a single hero. They must...
1. -have a back-story.
2. -have a costume with special properties.
3. Pick a name for themselves.
4. -have a comic book dedicated to you.
5. -acquire an arch nemesis.
6. -get a movie deal (bonus props for an origin movie).
7. -get a videogame deal.
8. -defeat a super villain.
9. And -pass the written test.
These requirements were set in place by the founders of the Guild, and are there to ensure the continued purity and strength of the Guild. Any hero who fails on any of these statutes will not be allowed to e
Ballad of MarshallvondeliniBrave and strong and just and trueBallad of Marshallvondelini in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And quite the lady charmer
The man called Marsh, he walks so tall
(Though he looks like a Nebraskan farmer)
The airsoft king, he can't be stopped
When a rifle's in his hands.
The greatest hero in Mossflower
In fact, in all the lands.
He goes forth now, to hone his skills,
His absence we shall mourn
But he'll come back far more badass
Than any man yet born.
His triumphs and his struggles
His tale shall have no equal.
The story of his training,
I'll write as this poem's sequel.
(When he comes back of course.)
Suicidal thoughtsSuicidal thoughtsSuicidal thoughts in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Loneliness is here
Nothing seems to be good enough
Forget the future
Remember the past
Nothing seems right
And I feel lonely
Screaming in the dark
While emptiness surrounds me
When is life getting fun?
No one has the right to blame me
Just try to understand
LoserLoserLoser in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is it okay
To feel left out in the dark?
Or should I try to fit in?
I don't know how to kick ass
And be smart
Tell me what to do
And I will hunt the ball
Throw it far
And let me run
Because that's when I feel strong
Kick my balls if I fail
'cause I must learn the hard way
Nothing is what it seems
And that's the same with me
Beat me till I'm down
And let me cry like a girl
I'm all cracked and wound
Please let me stay on the ground.
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"Our time has come. For three hundred years, we prepared. We grew stronger while you rested in your cradle of power, believing your people were safe and protected. You were trusted to lead the Republic but you were deceived, as our powers of the dark side have blinded you. You assumed no force could challenge you and now finally, we have returned. You were deceived. And now your Republic shall fall."
"Following the Jedi Civil War, three-hundred years ago, the Council took it upon themselves to see that all remaining traces of the Sith were properly dealt with. Times were dire. The Republic was war torn and had undergone dramatic changes. The death toll, was catastrophic. Many Jedi aided in rebuilding and seeing to those that were in need. As such, not many JedI could be spared to ensure that the Sith did not r
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Dagmoro had mentioned that Ium might have possibly been the luckiest man alive. As Ium told me his story, I began to see why.
"I was shot down. You weren't seeing things. I lost all control of the ship and headed straight down to Binaros," he said.
I was seated on the edge of the bed at the center of the room with my legs crossed, whilst Dagmoro lingered in the doorway with his hands nestled into his baggy sleeves.
"The med ship probably figured that you were the priority as it was you that was shot down first. I'm glad that they caught your ship, otherwise we might not be having this conversation right now," he said.
"I resent that," I replied with a smirk, "We both know I'm pretty lucky and I could have just as easily made it out alive." I was kidding myself, of course. Ium laughed under his breath and then shook his head. "Alright, so what makes your great escape so spectacular? What
The Mojave Wasteland Part IThe Mojave Wasteland By:VangaurdXTPThe Mojave Wasteland Part I in Sketches More Like This
I the Desert
I sprinted across the desert sands quickly and silently. My sole mission was to survive at all cost. I am an Veteran NCR Ranger who has been to the gates of hell at the Quarry Junction and I have survived for ten long years. Now my luck was running out. I had lost my Anti-Materiel Rifle and I had a bullet wound on my shoulder. My helmets Low-light optics helped me see through the darkness of the old and heartless night. My steroid injections help me cope with the pain of the bullet wound. I ignored the pain as best as I could but I knew that soon I would bleed out or die of fatigue.
Eventually I stopped and sat down. I would only take a short break. For these deserts where infested by all types of ants. So far I have only spotted one hill, and it was crawling with Fire Ants. I barely made it out. I stood up trying my best to ignore the ever growing pain in my shoulder, and set off. I checked my watch. It wasn't really a watch. One day it
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Jack was an 18 year old man. He was tall at 5ft and 40inches. He had brown, controlled hair, which he constantly forgot to cut. He normally let it grow for a year, and then he got it cut. His trademark shirt was a black leather shirt, which had no graphic. He always wore the same pair of worn out jeans. Jack lived by himself in a motel in Marack. Marack was one of the many settlements that littered Washington D.C's metro's.
To ensure the safety of the populace, the sheriff(Johan Jenkins) had all the entrances to the metro sealed off by metallic fences with barbed wire. This kept away the bandits but mutants were a different story. Luckily the fences were heavily electrified. Anything that would touch the fence would get disintegrated to dust! The only people who are allowed to leave are the Caravan Merchants and Gaurds, Authorized personnel, and of c
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Name: Dral'kote Gotal'yaim Beskar'bor'ad
Alias: Night Stalker
Eye Color: Brown/Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Born at the end of (Year and Event). The child was raised by Mandalorians parents on the planet Ordo.
Trained from the age of 5, he became a skilled technician and shadow warrior.
Training in the battle circle was something he did regularly. Working on his fathers Basalisk War Droid was something he enjoyed greatly.When he turned 16 he was sent into the desert as a test of survival.
Finding his way home no easy task. Fighting the heat, creatures and eventually making it to the jungle and home.
After completing this task, he was able to make his beskar'gam (helmet and armor).
Two years later his parents gave him gifts, after choosing to travel the galaxy.
His father gave him the modified Basilisk and his mother gave him her Verpine Sniper Rifle
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone, in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life
LiesWhy did I let you do this?Lies in Free Verse More Like This
I fell into your deceitful ways
The lies you told have caught up with you
But you still dont even see it
I have given you every chance to be honest
But you keep talking and believing your own dishonesty
You can no longer tell truth from reality
Everything runs together and ends up in a mess
I entrusted you with my heart
Placed it in your hands with the trust you made me believe we had
Now, our world is crashing down around us
Do you even care?
You were suppose to be the one to never hurt me
But you did just as all the others have
I am not surprised.. I half expected it all along
Your words were to pure.. To perfect to be true
I would have preferred a dream to this
At least than, I could wake up and it would be over
You would have been just a memory.. A thought
But now, I cant forget you
You touched places in my soul that are sacred
Not many even know they exist
I prayed for so long you would see how I love you
It has been shown in every word and a