Rumors of the Holocron epilogue Grand Admiral Kuat walks unto the bridge of the Imperious-class Advanced Star Destroyer, the Dark Cloak. Kuat has long, green hair that goes down to the middle of her back, but she ties up in a bun when the Imperial Dress Code makes her, her green eyes scanning the bridge. Kuat believes in every single member of this bridge, having been with each and every one of them for many years. Standing next to the command chair is her second-in-command Admiral Dara Feles. He is in his late fourties, and fought valiantly during the Serien War, bravely leading the Triumvirate forces during the battle of Jeryt.Rumors of the Holocron epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kuat walks up to her command chair, and sits down in it as Dara speaks to her. “Grand Admiral, the fleet is ready and the information from the Mandalorian’s message about their defenses.”
‘Which isn’t much information.’ Kuat thinks as she presses two buttons on her right arm rest on the command console, watching as a small hologram of fou
Rumors of the Holocron Part 2Rumors of the Holocron Part 2Rumors of the Holocron Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mar walks outside of the hidden base, smiling to himself. Each time he looks out a window or go outside, he always finds himself silently mocking the Empire. The night sky is quite beautiful, and even though it is the summer month here, the night is still very cold. Mar isn’t staring at the stars up in the sky, or the beautiful moon overhead.
Instead, he stares at the Keernal Space Station hanging right above their heads, looking everywhere else for their base. The fools have tried finding them, but no matter what they do, they will not find them here. After all, the pirates are here under the disguise of being a pharmaceutical company, and the Empire has already searched and investigated them, but all they found was innocent workers trying to find a living in the galaxy.
When they did researched their history, they got some fake ID’s that his master got for them. The Imperials believed the fake past, and moved on their way. M
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Jannon Jakin can’t believe his ears when the girl has told him what her name is. “I-I’m sorry, but I think I misheard your last name because I thought you said your name was Tika Jakin.” Tika cocks an eyebrow, and then takes a drink from her glass of water.
“That is my name, Tika Jakin.” Tika then realizes that it is quite possible that he has heard about her being the lone survivor, and he can quite possibly be angry at her for surviving. “Why is that so surprising?” Tika asks as she puts her glass back down on the bar, her other hand slowly reaching for her lightsaber.
Jannon has no idea if he should hug her or question her. He feels like he needs to do both, but he decides he should probably tell her who he is first. “Well, my name is Jannon, Jannon Jakin.” Tika is shocked at this news. Is this true? Is he really related to her? If so, then how did he survive? He must have been off planet
Rumors of the Holocron Part 4Rumor’s of the Holocron Part 4Rumors of the Holocron Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’m so happy.” Skylax says as he steps down from the civilian transport, revealing his face. His head is completely bald, and has some weird red tattoo on his face that reminds Admiral Nara of a Herultean bat. He has a humongous smile on his face like a little boy that has just received gift that he has been anticipating for a long time. “After twenty years, we are finally back together! The games can continue, my old friend, but for now, I cannot let you leave, not yet anyways. I want those three other Jedi up here to see that I am back.”
Cinton Alon activates his lightsaber, a blue blade popping out. “I’ve defeated you once, Skylax, don’t think I’ll do it again.” Skylax starts to laugh out loud as he brings his head back, enjoying this way too much.
“Oh, I have certainly missed our little banter’s, Cinton. I love the way you try to sound confident when you a
Rumors of the Holocron Part 3Rumors of the Holocron Part 3Rumors of the Holocron Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What now?” Tika asks Anto as she looks at the door to the room they have in the Imperial base on the surface of the planet Belfed, which is on the edges of Imperial and Republic space. There are ten very unfriendly Stormtrooper’s right outside their door, and there is no window for them to climb out of or a ventilation shaft to go through. The only way out is through the ten Stormtroopers, which will be a challenge for even Cinton.
“I have an idea.” Anto runs up to the door, and activates his lightsaber, a blue blade popping out. He puts the tip of the super-heated blade just barely touching the locking mechanism, locking it in place. “There,” Anto says as he pulls the blade out. “That should buy us some time to come up with an actual plan now.” Anto deactivates the blade, and then looks around his small room, Tika still in her nightgown. Other than the main bedroom and the bathroom, there
Pirate Base Raid IntroPirate Base Raid IntroPirate Base Raid Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drego Halcyon follows Hela Dolpho, his commanding Crimson Vampire commander, into the small space dock of the Crimson Vampires base of operations on the planet Eriadu. The space dock has only one ship in it, and only one person. The ship is not a standard GA military vessel, and the person standing in front of the ship is not wearing what is even close to a GA military outfit.
He person is a female Zeltron with human skin color with long, pink hair and is wearing a one piece, tight, purple jumpsuit that is unzipped that shows a little cleavage. She has a small pouch attached to her leg, the only place on her whole outfit that is able to hold anything.
“Drego, this is my life-long friend, Cora Daival. Since we lost a few Crimson Vampires in our last mission, I got permission from General Antietos Danti to bring her in as a replacement. She will now be your new body guard from this point forth.”
Cora walks up, grabs Drego’s
Bomb Terrorist Intro Drego Halcyon and Lieutenant Hela Dolpho, the leader of his squad of Crimson Vampire Legionnare squad, join the rest of his squad in a meeting room for their next mission. Everyone is already well aware of what the mission is going on here. Drego’s squad is the closest squad to the planet, and their team has the perfect skills needed for this mission, it what they do best: Jump in behind enemy lines, and fight them in the middle of their own territory.Bomb Terrorist Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hela is in the middle of the conference room this squad are in, and in the middle is a holo projector. “Squad, attention!” Hela yells, causing all the soldiers to stand at attention. Hela turns the holo projector on, and steps back as the hologram takes shape.
A figure of a General Lonnai Dakunna made from blue energy appeared before them, standing in the heavy armor most of Legionnaires wore, through this one had beside Legion's standard paint marking few custom-made, and wearing a cloak like other generals
Investigations Intro Tika Jakin loves lying down on the top of the Ossus Temple, letting the breeze flow over her. She looks up at the full moon above her, listening to the Kaddyr Bugs chirping, stretching out and feeling the Adegan Eels hunt for new prey in the forests. Tika loves lying down on the roof of the Temple, enjoying the night sky. "Tika? You up here?"Investigations Intro in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tika looks back to see her master, Jedi Master Cinton Alon, approaching her with someone behind him. "Master?" Tika says as she sits up, and then twirls around to see Cinton and the other master behind him. "What is it?"
Cinton smiles, and then says, "We have a mission, Tika." Cinton points at the Jedi Master behind him, smiling. "He will tell us about our mission." The Jedi takes his hood off, revealing who he is.
The snout revealed Lurinn Remis, who looked with his coal black eyes on the young Padawan with strict look, which made Tika nervous.
"Master Alon, Padawan Jakin." Said the Shistavanen with a deep raspy voic
Insurgency Defense Part 4Insurgency DefenseInsurgency Defense Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drego Halcyon listens to the female Trelaxon on the other end of his communicator’s frequency. Fern, the mate of Leader, has captured Danis, another Crimson Vampire, and is tormenting him so then Drego will do what she wants, which is to kill Emperor Shreni’s wife, Potu, and their children. Drego doesn’t know what to do, he either lets them kill Danis or he kills several people for Danis.
“Well? What is your answer?” Fer says, a sinister tone in her voice. “You know what you have to do to save your fellow soldier, but will you do it? Danis doesn’t look too good right now, he looks like he may die any second now unless we get him medical attention.” Drego mentally swears to himself, knowing what he has to do.
“Screw you, Fer. I know that Danis wouldn’t want this, but I know he will want me to kill you. That is what I’m going to do, Fer. Whether or not you kill Danis or not, I wi
ST - SW The portals The deep space science vessel FireHeart of Star Fleet come out of warp near the planet Hergap VI. It is surrounded by eight moons, five of them a Class D, one of them a Class T, Another a Class K, and the last one a Class M.ST - SW The portals in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
FireHeart and her crew are known for going to the boundaries of space, making as many studies as possible before going back to Federation space for refueling and reporting their findings. Their lead scientist, Professor Dalton Wakeman, has led many expeditions into the unknown in the name of science and discovery.
Even now, Dalton and his crew onboard the FireHeart are preparing to land on Hergap VI due to a call they received from the research post there. While they do have the USS Corona, another science vessel for star fleet, they have an inexperienced crew, and have asked specifically for Professor Wakeman because of his experience in studying the unknown.
Wakeman and a security officer, a Vulcan by the name of Solvuk, are heading to an
SW: Remember Who You AreSW: Remember Who You Are in Sci-Fi 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, The Grand InquisitorSW: Kaira, The Grand Inquisitor in Sci-Fi 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
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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
Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without“NO!” Kahan shouted as the saber sank into Hanabi's stomach.Star Wars: The Darkness Within, the Light Without in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He split his blades and slashed his way through the militiamen between himself and Hanabi just in time to throw his blades aside and catch her as she fell, a look of utter shock on her face.
“M—Master...it hurts....” she murmured weakly.
Kahan nodded gently, barely in control of the emotions raging within him.
“Just hang on a moment, hold on Hanabi.” he brought his com online. “Sly! Get back to my ship and get Triage!”
“Sir?” the clone trooper asked in confusion.
“DO IT NOW TROOPER! Hanabi is hurt!”
Sly didn't ask again, severing the link as Kahan ran his hand over Hanabi's pained features.
“It'll be okay.”
She nodded, trying to smile.
“D—don't worry Master...I—I think I'm going to be alright.” she winced, clenching her teeth and smiled at him. “Promise me something?” she murmured as her eyelids flutte
SW: Family OutingAira-ty let out her breath as she settled the Sleek Blade onto the iced over landing pad of the Jedi Temple, leaning back in her chair and sighing as the ship's landing struts fixed into place with a unsettling crunch.SW: Family Outing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hanabi didn't say that the kriffing place would be frozen over.” she grumbled.
As their mother cursed, the eight year old Ay-lana clapped her hands over her long pointy ears while the twelve year old Jaeriel smirked.
“Mommy's swearing again.” Ay-lana said worriedly.
Their father, former Jedi and General, Kahan smiled and leaned over the pilot's chair.
“Yes she is,” to his wife he said: “Hanabi hasn't been here in over a decade, I imagine it was better kept back then.”
“Did you ever come here?” Aira-ty asked as she powered the ship down.
Kahan shook his head. “Never. My Master thought it better to keep me away from the rest of the Jedi until she'd finished training me and I was never invited to accompany t
Duality: Anakin and Obi-WanI. First ImpressionDuality: Anakin and Obi-Wan 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
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
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Anakin opened the door of their suite and looked up past the brown folds of Jedi cloak to a masked alien face. He did not recognize this Jedi, nor the orange-faced youngling standing next to him, one of her pudgy hands gripping his trouser leg. She could not have been older than five, not if her species aged like Anakins.
Without looking around, he called out, Master Obi-Wan?
The tall alien said, Good day.
Anakin heard the footsteps and rustlings of Obi-Wans approach from within the young Masters room before Obi-Wan passed in front of him to soberly shake the visitors hand. Master Plo. Its good to see you.
Plo said, And you. The entire Temple waited to hear of how things fared at Naboo.
Im glad to be alive.
If you need to talk
Come in. Have some tea.
The Force grew cold and hollow, and Anakin realized with some surprise that he kne
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
WhooTimeTravel Ch.9Chapter NineWhooTimeTravel Ch.9 in General Fiction More Like This
"It's true... He died."
Kakashi looked up from Zabuza's corpse, having just confirmed the nukenin's death. There was no pulse, at least none that he could find, and the senbon in his neck had not struck any near-death points that he knew of. He examined the newcomer as casually as he could. They were wearing what appeared to be a thick, dull orange robe worn loosely under some kind of gi. It had multiple places to hide weapons or could be used to obfuscate movement without hindering it. That wasn't what drew Kakashi's greatest concern. It was the smooth, wave-patterned mask bearing the symbol of Kirigakure over the forehead that did that.
The stranger bowed slightly. "You have my utmost thanks. I have been looking for an opportunity to kill him."
"If I recall correctly, that mask identifies you as one of Kirigakure's oi-nin."
They straightened up quickly. "As expected... You are quite well-informed." From the voice pitch, height and build, they weren't that much older than
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Naruto awoke, screaming. Quickly, he made sure that he was whole and intact.
Just a dream... Okay. Ok... No, not okay. He was decidedly smaller than when he last remembered. He looked around, taking in everything. He was not in the Hokage Tower. He was not lying in bed next to the love of his life.
He was in a small, two-room apartment that looked awfully familiar.
In a flash, Naruto was out of bed and in the bathroom, desperate to examine himself, to make sure that this was just a bad dream.
The face that stared back at him from out of the mirror was that of a ten-year-old blond shinobi in-training, one with ambitions that were the source of ridicule amongst others, not just in his age group. The whisker marks that had adorned his face since before he remember, normally shrunk behind an insincere mask of laughter, were now drawn tight in an expression of utter disbelief.
Uzumaki Naruto, the Sixth Hokage, last of the jinchuuriki and keeper of Myo
WhooTimeTravel Ch.8That damn cat was safely in Sakura's arms, but Naruto still kept an eye on it. The damn thing seemed to enjoy scratching up his face. But, hey, he'd leave it alone, and it'd leave him alone, right? Sasuke interrupted his barely feline-tolerant thought process.WhooTimeTravel Ch.8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did you lure that cat into the alley for Sakura to catch it?" Sakura coughed and glared at Naruto. She knew what he'd done, but she wasn't talking about it, not even to Sasuke. Naruto grinned and shifted a few steps away from Sakura.
"Short story: I had a kage bunshin henge into a cat."
Sasuke was nonplussed. He had no idea why such a thing would work. "...Why would that-"
"A lady cat."
It wasn't often that Naruto, or anyone, really, got to see Sasuke gape. "What."
"You heard me."
Indeed Sasuke did. "Why?" However, it didn't make the answer any less surreal, in his mind.
"It worked, didn't it?"
"I mean, why did you turn into a lady cat? How or why do you even care what a cat finds sexy?" An evil grin split
The Sable Wasp and her crewSW OC Group: The Sable WaspThe Sable Wasp and her crew in Profiles More Like This
Name: Lachlan Drake
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
Skin color: Pale (He spends most of his time on a starship, what did you expect?)
Homeworld: None o' yer karkin' business. (It's Corellia)
Weapon: Heavy blaster pistol, hold-out blaster pistol(two, but only ever admits to the one), hold-out vibroblade
Profession: Freelance tramp freighter captain.
Ship: Sable Wasp
Strengths: Ridiculously good shot with a pistol, shrewd, plays sabacc in his head.
Weaknesses: Couldn't hit the broadside of the Death Star with a rifle, (seemingly) short-tempered.
Likes: Cursing, a hot meal, booze that doesn't taste like piss, getting paid.
Dislikes: Force-users, the Force, the Universe in general for its multitude of petty slings and arrows, double-crossers.
Hair color: Dark brown with the odd white patch
Eye color: Golden-yellow
Weapon: Bowcaster, ryyk blade
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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
JO:OCName: Jaryin NovaJO:OC in Profiles More Like This
Place of birth: Nar Shaddaa
Current age: 28
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 246 lbs.
Appearance: Jaryin is tall and muscular. His hair is short and chocolate brown. His eyes are a very light green, almost like fresh leaves on a tree. His legs are very long, that is where most of his height comes from. His arms are long as well and very muscular. He has a tattoo on his back, it is the marking of a slave. And then another which is his name in green, the exact same color of his eyes. He has a scar from his elbow to his wrist from a sword slash on Vulta.
Clothing: Jaryin wears a white shirt with a brown jacket and a light brown greatcoat. His pants are tan with brown streaks on the sides. His boots are an odd shade of black, light black but with an odd tint of brown at the same time. He also has a belt with three holsters, one on the left one on the right and one in the back. He also wears a brown regular hat for some style.
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There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is The Force.
Old Sith Code:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
New Sith Code:
There is no peace, there is anger.
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side.
I am the heart of the darkness.
I know no fear, and I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of the worlds.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate, all the universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness, for I hav found true life in the death of the light.
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It's a boy.
A healthy little boy.
Small and mewling,
Crying for his dying mother.
A new life starts
As his father's ends,
A new Skywalker
Rises to place.
I feel him so strong
So alive in the force.
A lot like his father,
A Skywalker in my arms.
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He heard the order whispered hollowly on his comm unit, knew and trusted the voice that spoke it. The order was a crushing treachery, but it could spark no more hatred from his already bitter heart. His hand moved to the comm without his awareness and he thought he could hear himself screaming, raw disbelief.
"But we're still down here! We're still down here!"
The order was given again, despite his appeals.
"Activate the Mass Shadow Generator."
Those engaged in life-and-death battles around him stopped as his voice discharged over the landscape like the sudden blast of a gun that had been held to your forehead, the voice of one man pushed with injustice after injustice. Their eyes were bloodshot, dirty with guilt and the lives of the thousands they had murdered, wild with the frenzy of adrenaline and the power of unleashing death's hand to any who drew too near. They could not understand why this man would bother shouting when he could be killing. But they came to understand wh
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I enter the cockpit and take a seat next to Leia. She seems oblivious to my presence. Curse her pride. I open my mouth to talk, but no sounds come out. My mouth goes dry, and I feel myself go pale. Here she is, the bossiest, stubborn, high-maintenance girl I've ever met. Yet, I know that she's also the smartest, fearless and most beautiful. And I completely screwed up.
Tell her how you feel! A voice in my head screams. I stifle a snort. Yeah, and have her laugh in my face? No thanks.
Wait, but what about our encounter in the circuitry bay? I thought we patched things up. I mean, she kissed back.
"One kiss doesn't fix everything, Solo." She says dully, breaking the silence, as if reading my mind. She continues to stare blankly forward, he teeth tightly clenched, and eyes hollow. This Leia...it's not even Leia. It's the Rebel leader, the princess, filled with nothing but anger. I let my mind wander off f
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