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
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
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
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
SW: To Kill a LegendOrbiting Endor's Sanctuary MoonSW: To Kill a Legend in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
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
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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
KotOR: ScarsKnights of the Old RepublicKotOR: Scars in Fan Fiction More Like This
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. &
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
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
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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Chapter 2 Page
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
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
Under The StarsAhsoka Tano stood on the balcony, staring at the twinkling stars in the beautiful night sky. Still dressed in her Jedi clothing, without a robe to keep warm, she shivered. She sensed someone coming up behind her. Knowing who it was, she smiled lightly to herself.Under The Stars in Sci-Fi More Like This
This was the second time she had been to Raxus. A few months after Mina Bonteri's death, Ahsoka and Padme had been called back to Raxus to discuss politics with the citizens. They were staying in the exact same place as they did last time.
On her first visit to Raxus, Ahsoka fell in love with a boy named Lux Bonteri. He was tall, nearly standing at two metres. He had green eyes, and lush brown hair. They shared their first kiss together when Ahsoka was packing up her things for the way back home.
Lux and her spoke for a while, then ending up sitting next to eachother on her bed. Eventually, they leaned closer and closer, and, feeling the warmth of his breathe on her face, and hers on his, they pressed their lips together and c
Harry Potter is betterReasons why Harry Potter is Better than Twilight (SPOILERS):Harry Potter is better in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Broomsticks are cool.
2. There are no dragons in Twilight, are they?
3. Harry has a HEARTBEAT
4. The weasley twins. nuff said.
5. Seamus Finnigan. (I come from an irish family. I can't help it.)
6. Draco Malfoy. Everyone likes a badboy.
7. Lupins a REAL WEREWOLF, not just some shapeshifting mutt.
8. Hogwarts is much more impressive than the cullen house.
10. Cedric Diggory, the proof that hot guys do just fall from the sky. (You need to have seen the movie to get that one).
11. Ron Weasley, the best friend anybody could ever have.
12. Voldemort. Admit it, he's pretty awesome.
13. The scar. Bella's little crescent scar is nothing compared to the lightning bolt.
14. Twilight has a lot of kid-loving werewolves. (Jacob, that means you!)
15. Because the age gap between edward and bella makes things creepy.
16. Because your boyfriend should not have to save your life every day.
17. Because Bella likes dead people.
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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
FadingLosing hope in everything,Fading in Free Verse More Like This
Don't care what the future brings.
We're all gonna die anyways,
Why not tomorrow, why not today?
Tell me the reason, my purpose in life,
Tell me, why not suicide?
Give me reasons why I should live,
If I took my life, could you forgive?
I'm sorry, I know you thought I was stronger,
But I told you I can't take it any longer.
You told me these things, I told you I'm not,
I tried, I fought, again I lost.
This battle with myself, I've had enough,
Endured so much, depression's tough.
Battling addiction of self-harm too,
You have no idea what I've gone through.
I wanted to tell you.. So many times I'd tried.
"How are you?" "I'm fine," I lied.
When I tried to speak, the right words wouldn't come out,
'Cause for so many years, I filled my mind with doubt.
I was constantly bringing myself down,
Never really felt like I was wanted around.
When the time is right, my life I'll take.
That'll be the last time I break.