Bump In The NightCarth had put up with enough.Bump In The Night in Fan Fiction More Like This
After enduring Mission Vao's many, varied, and concerted efforts to make his life on the Ebon Hawk completely miserable, he'd finally snapped. No more would he suffer this sadistic torture.
It had all started on Dantooine, with the short-sheeting of his bunk. He'd let that incident slide; Mission had been gloomy and withdrawn for almost an entire week because of the destruction of Taris, and at the time the prank had seemed like a return to her impish, irrepressible self. He was soon to learn that short-sheeting was merely a prelude to her virtuosic symphony of mischief.
On Tatooine it had been a few grains of second-rate glitterstim in his water canteen. Without light to activate it, Carth escaped the full effects, but the sodden taste that lingered in his mouth couldn't have been worse if he'd spent the day licking biohazardous waste from the underside of a medical droid. Coupled with that was the half-hearted but profoundly haunting telepathic suggestio
Psychotic Man Slayers"What do you want, Onasi?"Psychotic Man Slayers in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carth resisted the urge to wince at the brusque acknowledgment. He'd entered the security room soundlessly, but apparently Dyran's neophyte Jedi perception had been recently honed to fine precision. Bastila's tutelage had benefited Dyran on everything from Force telekinesis to - apparently - the fine art of elevating one's nose in lofty disgust.
He was convinced that the Jedi had been studiously avoiding him for the better part of a week. Of course, since Carth was busy avoiding him right back, it was impossible to be sure. Ever since Carth had unwittingly walked in on Dyran and Juhani engaging in what was undoubtedly a grievous violation of the Jedi Code, the atmosphere on the Ebon Hawk had become distinctly strained.
Carth's current priority, however, was avoiding a direct apology to Juhani. Her embarrassed fury hadn't abated at all. It hadn't exactly helped matters when she had woken to a 'fresher full of baby gizka, the fallout from Mission's most legenda
Love, Ass, and ArbitrationCarth was sure he'd seen this negligee before. He couldn't quite place it, but every detail rang a bell in his stubbornly vague memory, suggesting a specific incident that his fogged brain simply couldn't dredge up.Love, Ass, and Arbitration in Fan Fiction More Like This
Holding up the sartorial confection in examination, he couldn't help but notice the barely-there spaghetti straps, the shimmer of the translucent yellow chiffon, and the suggestively placed insets of pale coral lace. It was also damp, smelling faintly of lilac laundry detergent.
The negligee wasn't the only freshly washed clothing on display. The whole ship was draped in clotheslines pegged with an array of every conceivable article of clothing. The Ebon Hawk's designers, curse their inbred existence, had bestowed upon the ship a washing machine but no dryer. Space was tight enough without one. Carth had always thought having a 'fresher made up for it, but today he was not feeling especially grateful.
While on Korriban, none of the crew had time to do laundry, and now
My Box of SecretsMy Box of Secrets in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I get my hopes up
They are shot down with a bleeding bullet
So I sit behind a locked door
In hopes that someone will find the key
I wish to tell you everything
And for you to just hold me while I cry
But I am afraid
Afraid that you will leave me alone again
Im afraid that you will walk out of that room
Pretending you never knew it existed
that's how it always happens
No one knows what to say, So they walk away
I want to believe you'll stay with me
Too many times Ive swept up the shards
So when you find the key that will give my release
Be prepared for what you'll uncover
Ill be sitting there, waiting
With my box of secrets resting in my lap
Just dont open it unless you're ready
I don't want to be let down again
No wordsNo words in Free Verse More Like This
Running out of words
Cant express my thoughts
So much emotion
Losing my mind
Trying to find solid ground
Paper is so blank
Ink is so full
I cant think
No feeling left inside
Dont stop moving your hand
Let it out
Tell the world how it is
No holding back
Theres no way out
Everything is crashing down
Faster, harder than an avalanche
Clouded thoughts filling my head
Poison to my heart
Bleed it out
Hidden box of secrets
Swallowing me whole
Swept by a toxic lust
Im not your pretty prize
Excuse me while I break this pen on my wrist..
The Girl in the MirrorThe Girl in the Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
-Who is this girl staring at me?
-Her eyes are painted blacker than the darkest night's sky
-Her long black hair falls gently over her face, hiding her eyes
-She looks sad..
-Her make-up smears as silent tears fall from her eyes and down her pale cheeks
-Why is she so sad?
-Her white gown is stained of a deep crimson
-Perhaps she is hurt.. Should I help? How?
-She is afraid.. What are you afraid of little girl?
-Why are you hiding behind this cold wall of glass?
-Take my hand, you're so close, yet I can't reach you..
-A small pool of red liquid is forming around her feet now..
-I really think we should help her
-Please, little girl, take my hand, know that you're not alone! I want to help you..
-She has a dark look in her eyes now... it's as if she is staring right into my soul..
-I feel a shot of ice cold sadness run through my body
-Why are you staring at me so? I don't understand..
-It's getting so dark and cold.. my body feels numb..
-I wan't to move, but I cant
-Please don't leave
General Grievous factsGeneral Grievous facts in Humor More Like This
General Grievous is the guy who drives the ice cream truck.
General Grievous often goes to the grocery to buy a lot of food. After he walks out, he starts screaming and throwing the food at people in the parking lot.
General Grievous once grabbed the last carton of eggs before an old lady could get to it. Of course he couldn't eat the eggs, he just did it to be mean.
General Grievous does a lot of things for the purpose of pulling a prank. One of them was inventing crack.
General Grievous went to see Spongebob the Movie in theaters. Walking out, he said it was a life-changing experience.
One morning, General Grievous saved hundreds of innocent lives by forgetting to set his alarm clock and sleeping in.
Ever see the movie The Shining? General Grievous was the guy in the bear suit.
One of General Grievous' favorite pastimes is standing by the freeway and throwing rocks at passing cars.
When shopping for used cars, General Grievous talks trash t
More General Grievous FactsMore General Grievous Facts in Short Stories More Like This
General Grievous can always pick up a girl by walking up to her and saying, "I wub you."
General Grievous was not a coward in Episode III. He merely saw that Obi-wan had borrowed Chuck Norris' beard for the weekend and he did the only sensible thing he could do.
One year Santa Claus decided to take a vacation and entrusted his duties of delivering toys to kids to General Grievous. It was a very disappointing year for the kids.
General Grievous tried to market T-shirts that read "I HAVE AIDS" in big letters, but all the companies found it too tasteless to manufacture. Grievous resorted to making them himself out of old undershirts and magic markers. He then went to school playgrounds and sold them to first-graders.
General Grievous *can* stop the music.
General Grievous invented Pixy Sticks.
General Grievous always suspects the Spanish Inquisition.
General Grievous is actually the godfather of Rich "Lowtax" Kyanka, founder of somethingawful.com
Der SteckbriefEs gibt da diese Bar am Rand des Iski-Distrikts, recht ruhiger Laden, viele Stammgäste, anständige Drinks. Nichts eigentlich außergewöhnliches, mit Ausnahme der einen Wand, die praktisch komplett mit realen Steckbriefen tapeziert ist. Sind auch nicht die gewöhnlichen Räuber und Mörder, die da hängen; Ralph das ist der Barkeeper hat einfach ein Talent dafür, die interessantesten Bilder auszustellen.Der Steckbrief in Short Stories More Like This
Mein Lieblingsexemplar hängt ein wenig abseits. Es ist offensichtlich schon ziemlich alt, nicht nur aufgrund seines Zustands, sondern auch bestimmte Details auf dem Bild deuten auf die ersten Jahre des Imperiums hin.
Das dargestellte Quartett wird aus irgendeinem Grund die Schwarze Schwesternschaft genannt; was den kapuzenverhüllten, gepanzerten Humanoiden ganz links zu einem weiblichen Wesen oder zumindest etwas vergleichbarem machen würde, unter dem allesverdeckenden Visier. Manche sagen, es w
WantedThere is this bar at the edge of the Iski district, quiet place, lots of regulars, decent drinks. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, except for that one wall, that's pretty much plastered with authentic wanted posters. Not your average, run-of-the-mill robbers and murderers, either; Ralph that's the barkeep has quite the talent for putting up the most interesting pictures.Wanted in Short Stories More Like This
My favorite hangs a bit off to the side. It's a fairly old one, obviously, not merely from the state it's in, but certain details of the picture, too, date it to the very early years of the Empire.
The quartet shown is called the Black Sisterhood, for some reason; which would make the cloaked and armored humanoid on the far left side a female or close enough, at least behind the full-face visor. Some say, it's a genuine old Sithlord (or would that be Sithlady, in this case?), say that, when the fledgling Empire made its great effort to locate and eradicate all remaining mem
Sol.Terra - Episode 1.1: Terra DayCal stepped into the doorway of his shuttle and raised a hand to shield his eyes. The light on Terra was so harsh, particularly this continent. He reached into his coat and pulled out the tinted glasses and the bio-scanner he carried. Slipping the glasses on, he checked the scanner screen to make sure he had landed in the right place. The readout confirmed it: Sol.Terra, Australia, Sydney. A small blip on the corner of the screen told him the Soschan he’d been sent to find wasn’t far away. Too violent for IU membership, many Soschans had taken to using their unique camouflage ability to emigrate Off-World illegally. This suited Cal just fine, as it gave him an excuse to travel there as well to pick them up.Sol.Terra - Episode 1.1: Terra Day in Short Stories More Like This
Pocketing the device, Cal stepped down onto the dry grass and looked out across the small park and at the city properly, his breath coming out in a small whoosh. Balloons and streamers of every colour scattered the park and street. Garlands draped across the lamp posts a
HK-47 QuotesFunny Hk-47 quotesHK-47 Quotes in Humor More Like This
couldn't find all of em' so these should so for now ^^
"My restraining bolt shall be deactivated when you take possesion of me.Am i to accompany you now? Shall i kill something for you?"
"Kill something for me?"
"Answer: Indeed. I am most eager to engage in some unadulterated violence. At you rcommand, of course, Master."
"Bt since you purchesed that worn out HK, you will egt excelent prices as soon as im restocked."
"Objection: Worn out!? Listen you talentless organic meatbag..... one word from my master and i will tear you apart, limb from usless limb."
"Err---- you've gotten a little hostile there, droid, haven't you?"
"I have always been hostlie. Now that i no longer rely on yo and your primative maintenence skills i do not need to hide it."
"It is quite possible taht tampering has simply erased my core permanantly. If that is so, a meatbag will surely pay!"
"It did not take long for my master to realize his mistake. By then i had terminated 104 corpo
A Mandalorian Wanted to CryThen, for the first time , grasping that for every man, and himself, too, there was nothing in store but suffering, death, and forgetfulness, he had made up his mind that life was impossible like that, and that he either must either interpret life so that it would not present itself to him as the evil jest of some devil, or shoot himself.A Mandalorian Wanted to Cry in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
A Mandalorian wanted to cry, but he was afraid he had forgotten how.
Tears were weakness, tears weathered flesh like battles. Now when he craved erosion, he had forgotten how to cry. The unreleased tears were stone in his chest, dragging him under with the sound of dry thunder.
The lightsaber rested in his hand as solid as his longings and heavy as his grief. It was cold and lifeless against his bare palm, colder still as he shifted it to his gauntlet. He had never thought it possible for something so small to weigh him down so much.
Darman wanted to cry, but he had forgotten how.
The vastness of the blue sky stretched abo
One Minute Star WarsOne Minute Star Wars in Short Stories More Like This
One Minute Star Wars
by Gagan Gupta
Quigon Jin: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Am I a Jedi yet?
Obi Wan: No
Anakin: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Obi Wan: Soon
Anakin: Fuck You I'm going to the Dark Side
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Luke: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Yoda: Jedi, you will be
Luke: Am I Jedi yet?
Vader: I am your father
Luke: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Yoda: After you kill daddy
Luke: Aww Mannn...and Leia's my sister??
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