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Buruks stomach growled as he sat motionless at the controls of his ship, the Besuliik, as it floated aimlessly through the Besh Gorgon system; the Pursuer-class enforcement ship was out of fuel, dead in space with its inertia taking it on an outbound vector. It seemed like such a simple job he thought, staring blankly into the void through the transparisteel viewport.
Hed been offered five thousand credits a week to work security for the Grand Casino, the most upscale and expensive hotel-resort on the Wheel. He was a hardened mercenary, open warfare was his bread and butter, and this had looked like easy credits; spend a few weeks making sure the galaxys obscenely rich didnt get into any trouble with the desperate and downtrodden, then collect his pay and get back on Kexs trail before it even got cold. Just goes to show that Im oribuyce, ki
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Somebody always wanted somebody else. That was an indisputable law of the galaxy that made the bounty hunting profession such a lucrative one. No matter where one went or where one looked, one could always find someone willing to pay to have someone specific either brought to them kicking and screaming, or killed in the attempt. That universal willingness, coupled with a lifetime spent as a soldier of fortune since the spry young age of four, made bounty hunting an easy choice to turn to when Buruk Kelborn found himself on Nar Shadaa with naught but a name and a burning desire for vengeance. Anyone with a bit of familiarity with Mandalorian customs who looked at his sand-gold armor would know exactly what he sought.
Bounty hunting was nothing more than a way to make ends meet, financing his search as he turned the galaxy upside down in his quest. Buruk had no desire to gain a reputation as the best like some hunters did, he just wanted to
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The cigarette case caught the light on its chrome plating, sending brilliant flashes across the engraved letters Mern and Resh. They stood for Miko Risant.
Bet you're spinning in your urn, huh Dad? Morran Risant thought as he pocketed the case, took a long drag off his cigarette, and blew a wisp of smoke out toward the Cuun'yaim's viewport and the tidally locked planet beyond. He sat with his booted feet up on the console, watching Troiken grow as it dredged up long-lost memories and dreams. He imagined a captain's insignia and a jubilee of medals on his chest, and young men saluting him respectfully. A far cry from where he'd ended up.
Somewhere in that space between Troiken and the approaching freighter, his father had died in the opening shots of the so-called Stark War, over a decade ago. The troop transport he'd been piloting had taken a direct hit from the Combine flagshi
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Paint it Black Buruks Tale
The EKG beeped steadily into the heavy silence. She was breathing on her own again. That was something to be optimistic about.
Optimism. Now there was a strange mood. Buruk Kelborn had been living the past year from planet to planet with barely a hint of that feeling, especially now that his partner lay unconscious on the galley table with a mended blaster burn in her stomach. Shed wake up with a nasty scar, one to rival his own, that was certain. Shed be angry about that but it could be erased by the doctor later. Riscan was off doing whatever the glit-biter did.
Buruk would never live it down if she ever found out how he was reacting to her condition; shed tease him and make him squirm to satisfy her own sick humor because hed worried over her. Well to hell with his pride; she was his partner and that was all the reason he nee
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Trydur Zabth sat cross-legged before his Padawan, his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he looked at her. A Zabrak like him, Sarule Narbrea was young, only sixteen, with wide, honest eyes that broadcast her innocence to all whose gaze she met. Did my eyes have that same look, he wondered, regarding her evenly. Was I so innocent before crafting my first lightsaber and learning to kill with it?
Aloud, he said, You have finished constructing your lightsaber. This has long been an important milestone in the training of Jedi Knights. His brow furrowed as he let a stern expression take over his features. You are no longer merely a scholar; you are about to embark upon the path of the true warrior.
Sarule mimicked his posture, legs crossed, sitting on the hard stone floor of the crystal cave, faintly illuminated by the inner glow of t
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Ganhuff Riscans skin prickled as a thousand millipedes crawled over his body, their millions of feet scrabbling, scuttling, and scratching across arms, legs, and torso. From his fingertips to his toenails, he felt them creeping along, imagining the nerve-jangling violin plucking that accompanied up-close footage of insects in most holo-documentaries. He held his body perfectly still, eyes darting madly to try to get a look at them. He sensed one moving up his neck, standing his hair on end, and crawl circuitously over his ear and into the canal. Ganhuff thrashed, screaming at the top of his lungs, and found to his horror that he couldnt move.
Then, for an all-too-brief moment, reality pierced through the fog of tactile hallucinations. He lay in his bunk, restrained at hands and feet, suffering through spice withdrawal. Qate and Maalku had done it. At first, in the early stages of his treatment, theyd simply c
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A Jedi is never alone. With the Force as my ally, I am never alone.
Through the Force, Nurt Ulasac could feel the ebb and flow of life all around him in the crowded passenger compartment of the starship as it hurtled through hyperspace. The humid chamber smelled of sweat and engine grease, and buzzed like a cafeteria in the Temple, with so many conversations going on at once. Beings of all species huddled in small groups, friends and families, companions of one sort or another.
Ulasac sat cross-legged, leaning against the bulkhead in one corner of the hold, and watched everyone else. He had no companions. Cut off from the Order, he had no transport or funds to charter a vessel of his own, so he traveled aboard a tramp freighter. I should have just commandeered a vessel, he thought. Maybe at the next port.
There could be no
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Buruk Kelborn fancied that fatherhood had done him a world of good. As he drilled Aerek in hand-to-hand combat techniques, he thought about the future and all the promise it held for him as a family man and semi-retired mercenary.
"So are you and Lynli going to get married, buir?"
That he hadn't thought about. The question, asked innocently by the boy less than half his age, caught Buruk off guard and the next thing he knew, his protégé swept his leg from under him and had him down on the deck in an arm lock. He could have clenched up his neck muscles and used his superior strength to break free, but proving the boy couldn't beat him wasn't the point of the exercise; he submitted.
"I caught you daydreaming," Aerek giggled as he released his hold on his adoptive father.
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Ganhuff Riscan couldn't lift his head.
He was not bound in any way. He merely sat languidly in the corner, hunched over, arms hanging dead at his sides. He willed for them to move but they may as well have been detached from his body, limp noodles instead of appendages.
His awareness of his surroundings was severely limited. The wall and floor were soft where he sat, padded, he knew, so he couldn't hurt himself by running into them. There was no point to it, though, because he couldn't move. He could barely even think about moving; his mind was in a fog, as if a wet blanket had been wrapped around his brain, weighing down a good many of his thoughts.
Images swam into his field of vision. Bodies on cots and gurneys, mostly covered by thin sheets except where they were pulled back to expose their heads and shoulders. Some faces, he saw contorted
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The Wookiees were all dead. Ren Tarant's guide had found them in a small clearing strung up by their heels down in the Shadowlands, where the most dangerous predators on Kashyyyk prowled. But not all predators walk on four legs, she thought, cupping the sleeve of her Jedi robe over her mouth to filter out the stench of blood. It hung heavy in the damp air, cloying, threatening to overwhelm her and the young male serving as her guide.
"Cut them down," she ordered.
Her guide, Naworrack, moaned softly and unsheathed his hunting knife.
There'd been three members of the hunting party, all familiar with the Shandowlands' dangers, all formidable; the smallest among them was still over two meters tall. They'd been skinned and strung up, and tiny droplets of blood dripped from their fingertips, sending ripples across the tranquil crimson pools ga
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
SW: Kaira, Dreams at DawnKahan stirred restlessly from his slumber, shifting to look down at Aira-ty as she slept against his bared chest. Her long green hair lay across his skin like a thin veil, brushing against him with a ghostly touch that set his skin tingling as unbidden memories of the night's escapades came to mind. He licked his lips and looked over at the chiming com panel, reaching out and smacking the audio only option.SW: Kaira, Dreams at Dawn in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry to distract you Master,” Leroi said apologetically. “I know you and Mistress Nokta are taking time to recuperate from the past week's excitement but we are being hailed.”
“By who?” Kahan asked as Aira-ty opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, nuzzling up against his chin and kissing his neck tenderly.
“She identifies herself as Master Potkin and she wishes to speak with you...in person.”
Kahan felt Aira-ty stiffen as she sat upright and glared at the com panel, her golden eyes narrowing.
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The Clone Wars: Battlefield Christophsis
The Clone Wars have begun, not two months have passed since the opening battle of the war on Geonosis and the planets of the Galactic Republic are under grave threat from the Confederacy of Independent Systems and their Droid Army. The Separatists control many of the hyperspace lanes that link the Republic together, effectively isolating member planets across the Republic and leaving them all but defenseless.
One such planet is the rich world of Christophsis. This planet is not only a major economic hub for the Republic, but it is one of the few planets which has allowed refugee camps upon its surface. Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan has been a major sponsor of these camps and was touring the planet when the Confederacy struck.
With only limited defensive forces, Christophsis was no match for the might of the Droid Army which quickly swept across the planet and conquered it save for a few scattered hold outs. Desperate both to secure t
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Vereor Star Dreadnought
Manufacturer: Kuat Drive Yards
Product Line: Star Dreadnought
Model: Vereor-class dreadnought
Class: Star Dreadnought
Maximum Acceleration: 860g
Engine Units: 15
Hyperdrive/Backup Rating: 2/6.5
Armament: axial superlaser (1), particle disintegrator warhead launcher (1), heavy laser cannons (675), heavy turbolasers (565), heavy ion cannons (135), tractor beam projectors (120), gravity well projectors (14)
Complement: fighter squadrons (72), combat walkers (160), assorted support craft, prefabricated garrison bases (7)
Passengers: 172,000 troops
Cargo Capacity: 800,000 tons
Consumables: 14 years
Roles: battlestation, command ship, carrier, battleship
Eras: New Republic era
Affiliation: Galactic Empire/Dark Empire
The Vereor was a star dreadnought built on a scale never before seen in the galaxy. It was one of the many terror weapons designed by the Emperor Reborn and his Dark Empire. Thankfully this monstrosity was never completed. If it
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Aboard the Republic Assault Ship Jelial, Crystal City, Planet Christophsis
Lana stood against the bulkhead of the medical bay, watching Cody's body float lifelessly in the bacta tank. He seemed like he was just sleeping...sleeping with a half dozen different tubes and wires hooked up to him. Worst of all was the bandage on his side where the chunk of shrapnel had imbedded in his stomach. He'd gotten that because he'd protected her. She frowned and crossed her arms over stomach, feeling guilty over the minor cuts and bruises she had sustained.
“Are you alright Lana?”
She looked up to see Master Kenobi smiling down at her gently. Lana didn't say anything, she just wrapped her arms around her master's waist and buried her face against his armored chest. He seemed surprised and at a loss for a moment, but then he put a hand on her head and held her gently.
“Is this...is this what it's like all the time?” she asked nervously, her voice muffled by his clothing.
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
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Orchid stepped into the hustle and bustle of the Liberty's hangar. It was a crash of noise and commotion filled with sparking lights and foul smells as the starfighters were readied for combat. She didn't know what was going on exactly—no one would tell her anything—but she understood that a battle was going to be fought. She'd seen this too many times before, more times than any fourteen year old should have. She made her way uncertainly through the bustling maintenance crews and droids, walking past X-wings, A-wings and Y-wings as their crew's loaded ordnance, checked weapons and fueled the craft.
She was looking for two fighters in particular. She spied one of them easily enough, the Ace in the Hole's distinctive paint job of white with black and red checkering set it apart from the other A-wings in the hangar. Besides it she spied another A-wing being painted gold and white with a red emblem emblazo
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Master Windu looked dubiously at the diminutive being before him as Doctor Boll smiled at him pleasantly.
“Doctor Boll, you'll excuse me for being brusque but we have something of a situation here. One of our units on the planet below are nearly overrun, I don't have the time to brief you on the situation.”
“Of course not!” the diminutive bivall chirped shrilly. “That's exactly why I'm here, to solve your problem.”
“You think your research could be of use?” Master Windu asked.
The scientist nodded. “Yes indeed, my weapon can disable the Separatist army in its tracks without harming our own forces.”
“This is an ion blast weapon.” Commander Ponds said as he examined the specifications. “It's going to knock out most of our equipment and the systems in our armor.”
“Well, yes, there is that.” Doctor Boll said dismissively. “But you can fig
Star Wars: Chance EncounterBlaster fire rippled over the cover where Hanabi and her handful of clone troopers crouched around her. It was supposed to be just a simple outpost of Death Watch but it was a full blown fortress! She still wasn't sure of the enemy numbers but it was enough and it was taking a toll.Star Wars: Chance Encounter in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Master Kahan, Commander Nokta? We can't get any closer than this.”
“Don't get yourself killed Hanabi.” Commander Nokta called. “We'll have support soon.”
“My armored forces are nearly in position, once they are we'll make a full assault.”
Hanabi looked over her cover, ducking down as the repeater swept her way.
“Hurry Master, they're going to cut us to pieces here. If they bring up missiles or rockets we're toast.”
“Acknowledged.” Master Kahan replied stoically.
Hanabi began cycling through her com channels, trying to figure out where all her troops were. They'd been scattered all over the landing zone once the Mandalorians—no, D
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Count Dooku knelt before the hologram of Darth Sidious as his master looked down at him.
“There is a new threat facing your forces Darth Tyranus.” the Sith Lord said ominiously. “Doctor Sionver Boll has developed a new ion bomb that she claims will wipe out entire droid formations in one strike.”
Count Dooku raised his gaze to look at his master. “I will see to it that she's eliminated.”
Darth Sidious nodded. “She is en-route to Malastare as we speak to test her weapon on the forces there. It should provide the opportunity to strike at her.”
Dooku's eyes narrowed, it wasn't much time.
“I will see to it that she doesn't leave Malastare.”
“Good,” Darth Sidious said ominously. “I hear rumors of an upcoming operation...something called 'Skyfall'.”
Dooku smiled, bowing respectfully. “You will know of it when the time comes.”
Sidious' face, only half visible beneath his
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Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
23 May 3038
The Karakum Basin Proving Grounds were located over two hundred kilometres east of Galatean City, and were one of several areas where mercenaries could go to test weapons and-or engage in wargames and military exercises. A unit had to book in advance (or have connections to get a slot at the last minute) and of course there were the inevitable fees, but most mercs found the cost to be more than worth it. There's only so much you can do in a simulator. There's no substitute for the real world.
Alexandra was still looking for a contract, so she decided to make the most of things and reserved time at the base so her unit could get some practical experience working together. The fact that it would be a chance at desert warfare was a bonus since no-one in the group had done it before. Everyone's BattleMechs had been repainted in desert camouflage and they'd attended a Karakum Base lecture on
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Zenith Jump Point
Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
15 June 3038
Sir Henry Albern was frankly amazed at the speed which things progressed. Lady Alexandra contacted him that Saturday morning and told him she accepted the contract, provided a few articles were adjusted. He met with her later in the morning in her suite and agreed to increases in compensation. This meant one hundred percent for straight support costs instead of sixty, and fifty percent for battle loss compensation instead of twenty. He'd had instructions not to haggle much with any mercenary unit unless their demands were ridiculous.
From her suite they made their way to Galatean City's Hiring Hall where the updated garrison contract was readjusted and then signed by both parties. It was ratified and witnessed by ComStar's Mercenary Review Board, making it fully legal and binding. Every member of the Fighting Fusiliers was tremendously excited. They had their very first contract, m
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Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
28 May 3039
Jimmy had made the comment that the Fusiliers should simply have an assigned parking space at the Robert Marsden Spaceport and be done with it, considering how much time they spent on the tarmac waiting for DropShips to land. Both the APC and Alexandra's aircar were parked one in front of the other, with the Fusiliers lounging in the vehicles, chatting, or pacing while they waited for Shearling to land.
In one of life's weird moments and completely against all expectation, the would-be assassin had been found. Well, presumed would-be assassin if you wanted to get all technical about it, because the suspect was dead and couldn't be questioned. A massive, non-stop investigation had turned up the presence of someone in the city whose records were suspicious. A man who had not arrived with the three current visiting DropShips, but who'd been a passenger aboard the Europa
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Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
1 June 3038
The Fusiliers combat exercises at the Karakum Basin Proving Grounds had been called off and rescheduled, to no-one's surprise. The duel may have been legal but a man had still died. Enemy or not, only the most callous of individuals could witness such a violent death and brush it off as nothing. Nobody was in the mood for training. They returned to the city and tried to put the day's events behind them.
Everyone had been enormously relieved and grateful and happy that Garadun had survived, not able to fully relax until his Hunchback had marched back into the hangar and powered down. Cera greeted him with a long, tight hug, followed by the rest of their friends. Alexandra hugged him almost as long as Cera did, so relieved was she that he hadn't gotten himself killed. Garadun wasn't proud that he'd killed another human being. But he was content with the fact that one of his enemies
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Nadir Jump Point
Chaffee, Lyran Commonwealth
18 June 3038
Garadun switched off the holorecorder, removed the datachip, and relaxed on his bed with his back to the wall. Wasp and Stinger were playing and wrestling, interspersed with periods of chasing each other around the room. Their little legs were deceptive; they could move darned fast when they wanted to.
He drew up his right knee, tapping the datachip against it thoughtfully. He felt like a spy in one of the TBC's popular espionage thrillers. Before he'd left Solaris he'd made an agreement with Igawa to keep the oyabun informed of how things were going with Cera and Sayuki; Igawa in turn would inform their families. This was only his second message. The first had been a few days after they arrived on Galatea and he hadn't said anything beyond the basics. Hi, we're here, we're looking for work, the planet's bloody hot that sort of thing.
In this second message the Fusiliers' new contract was
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Zenith Jump Point
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
2 August 3038
It wasn't an easy thing saying goodbye but Alexandra didn't have a choice. She'd been blessed with having Nebula and Pulsar living with her in her spacious quarters for two weeks (rooms which had belonged to her parents) but now that time was over. Distant Memory had made the final jump and they were in the Kolovraty system. It was time for the Fighting Fusiliers to begin the last stage of their journey.
It had been a tough decision, especially with so many crewmembers volunteering to look after the kittens, but Alexandra had settled on Midshipman Camille Brown to take the responsibility of becoming their new parent. They were the ship's mascots and technically belonged to everyone, but they couldn't be bounced from cabin to cabin, especially at their tender age. Camille was elated and swore she would do everything she could to make sure they were raised in a loving envir
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Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
18 May 3039
The investigation into the sabotage of Garadun's Hunchback was given top priority by order of Duke Sheridan, who was outraged at the brazen and cowardly attempt on the man's life. One BattleMech destroyed, a highly respected MechWarrior wounded, severe damage to the military base, and dozens of lives put at risk. If the Hunchback had exploded while inside the hangar instead of out on the tarmac
There was no question that it had been a bomb. Fusion engines simply don't blow themselves to bits for no reason. A small section of the perimeter fence had been found to be cut open, and thanks to the snowy ground there were footprints. Someone had definitely sneaked onto the base. The fence was repaired and Colonel Phillips gave the security teams a dressing-down for letting an enemy intruder get past them. All security protocols were now under review and he wanted them improv
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Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
1 May 3039
Even on chilly Kolovraty winter can't hold on forever. At least for the comparatively warmer equatorial regions anyway. After eight long standard months, winter was finally beginning to let go its grip on the Inn Valley. The days were warmer, the snow was melting, and farmers were looking forward to spring so they could plant crops.
The Innsbruck Militia was supposed to be on an increased state of alert because of the new war with the Draconis Combine, but Colonel Phillips and Duke Sheridan had far more important matters to deal with; namely getting their newly-acquired BattleMechs repaired and finding or training MechWarriors to pilot them. The war was regarded as something happening far away and of no concern to the citizens of Kolovraty. Which was what Duke Sheridan said when he went on a live broadcast and made an address to his people. The dispatches he'd received informing him of the
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New Avalon, Federated Suns
1 August 3039
Hanse Davion, undisputed ruler of the Federated Suns, looked up from where he sat behind his massive, antique wooden desk when he heard a knock at his office's heavy bronze door. It opened, and just beyond he could make out the pair of armoured guards. Walking in was a tall, lean man with a fit physique despite his advancing years. He had a mane of white hair and wore loose fitting black slacks, a white business shirt and an unpretentious green jacket.
"What is it, Quintus?" said Hanse, seeing the unusual expression on Quintus Allard's face. As the Minister of Intelligence Investigations and Operation he was the top spy of the Federated Suns. These days most of his energy was focussed on the war with the Draconis Combine, a war that wasn't going nearly as well as the Fox had hoped.
Quintus held up a small holodisk. "This was delivered to me today by Co
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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 through all their various lives. Let it not be said that Fate doesn't h
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What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
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Don't grieve for me when I'm gone,
I'm still here somehow.
Some place you cannot see me yet.
A flame in the growing dark.
My friends you will move on and fight.
My children will grow strong and tall.
Noble in nature,
Strong in character.
I've given the rebels their best chance in life.
But I will always live.
In the hearts of the ones who knew me.
Watching safe and hidden.
The flame in the background.
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I know you'll never hear these words.
Not for a very long time.
You've got lives to lead,
But mothers will be mothers!
And heroes will be heroes.
I'm sorry I left it to you.
All to you to fight him.
The menace once Anakin Skywalker,
My noble husband your loving father...
Replaced by evil Darth Vader.
You fight the phantom menace,
Determined to stop his carnage.
I hadn't the strength to stop him
And Obi-Wan couldn't kill him.
We failed so it's down to you now.
I'm proud of you,
As I watch from beyond the force.
Leia, you're just like me!
Luke, you're just like Ani.
But you've both got my height.
I'm here for you if you cry.
I'm that comforting voice
At the back of your minds.
Always with you no matter what.
That's what mothers are, forget you nots.
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I see you take your paths.
Watch you as you go,
From danger to hell and back,
And to safety in each other's arms.
Looking on sadly as you talk,
Together in this war,
Praying for sucess,
Defeat what evil there is.
I'm with you every step.
Always have, always will.
Hoping that you'll pull through.
I wish I could do more.
Wish I had the will,
To actually hold on,
And raise you so you'd be safe.
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Then I wake up screaming...
And he's there holding me,
Cradling me against the pain,
That was another year.
My Ani turned on me...
But I knocked some sense into him.
Instead he killed the Sith lord.
And now he's history.
And we renewed our wedding vows.
On Naboo by the lake,
Obi-Wan a witness.
C3PO and R2D2.
The nightmares fade.
I laugh at them,
And then I wonder.
Am I safe if I let Ani cook dinner?
Death To The QueenDeath To The Queen in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Death to the queen.
It comes as a shock.
The last death of all,
The one we didn't dream.
She may have died a senator.
But our senator will always be,
Our Queen Amidala.
Who led us though the battles.
Today Naboo grieves greatly,
And I follow hiding my tears.
I was one of her hidden handmaidens.
Who travelled to far far away.
But Queen Amidala was one of us.
More so than other queens.
I have served them all since her,
But she was the queen supreme.
DirectionDirection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're standing at a crossroads.
At a junction in your life.
And from the looks it
You're taking the left turn,
Towards the darker side.
I'm the one who made the direction.
I'm the one who will destroy us all.
Can't you make the right choice?
Turn right right towards the force?
I don't want to hurt you anymore.
I don't want to start the fight,
Between those good and evil,
I want you to see the lighter side
And make speed the right direction.
Like a fool whose heart is fooled,
You use me as a pointer.
And so you fall to the dark side.
I pay for our mistake.
Not Yet A WomanNot Yet A Woman in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In this life I'm a woman,
But I'm not yet a woman.
I'm a girl.
Just a girl,
But also a queen with a duty.
My life dictated by the situation,
A childhood gone long sacrificed.
For a life of politics,
Of providing a leader.
There is no mother or family.
I am Queen Amidala.
Not yet a woman,
No longer a child.
But one day this will end,
And I'll be a woman at last.
Don't Cry A Thousand TearsDon't Cry A Thousand Tears in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here she stands,
Like snow in the background.
Their beautiful design,
It's tragic and it hurts.
Inside my mind,
A voice says
Anakin see what you're doing.
Don't let Padmé stand there,
Give her a fighting chance to survive.
Don't cry a thousand tears,
Don't let evil caress your fears.
Just see face,
And please just survive.
And hold her close
Take another breath,
Let the light fill your life.
Let it clear your head,
And then make your escape,
And do everything right.
But that's not what I think.
I'll ignore it,
Because happy endings are fairy tales,
Bury my head in the dark,
And surrender her soul in hope.
Your Suicide Determines...Your Suicide Determines... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He loved you oh so more,
Tried to be the man you saw,
But possessed he came,
And down he fall,
Drowning in an ocean of pain.
Your suicide determines everything.
From his descent,
To their sweet victory
On the green shed moon of Endor.
To the new Jedi of years to come.
Not in pain shall they fight,
For you gave them the will,
The destiny and fate,
For all to live in a world of no hate.
And he who doomed you all to live in hell.
The Guidelines Of WarWritten about the firsthand accounts of Navy SEAL Petty Officer First Class Marcus Luttrell during Operation Redwing in Afghanistan on 28 June 2005, showing the uselessness of the Geneva Conventions when the opposing force do not take after the Conventions themselves. Three of the four Navy SEALs on his team were killed in action due to the vote on letting three goat-herders go, instead of killing them, after they were discovered. The choice was based on the fear of the liberal media labeling them as murderers and resulting in imprisonment of four of our finest service-members; the choice got MOH-recipient Michael P. Murphy and Navy Cross recipients Matthew Axelson and Danny Dietz killed. Luttrell was also awarded the Navy Cross for selflessness in the line of combat.The Guidelines Of War in Settings More Like This
Here's what's gotta be said.
I am, by no means, exaggerating the nickname for the nickname ("The Rules' Of War") of the Geneva Conventions, that being the fact that the Geneva Conventions are, simply (withou
Death's Messenger Pt. II"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts...Death's Messenger Pt. II in Settings More Like This
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And His name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with Him"
I wonder what it's like for the chosen when ol' Grim comes knockin'. What goes through his or her mind.
But, then I don't have to worry about that, yet. I'll get a forewarning before He shows up with my transfer orders.
But, for the rest, the sight must be something like that of Hell being unleashed upon planet Earth, with the Reaper leading the charge across the grassy knoll on his pale horse.
A true sense of shock 'n awe.
For now though, that sniper is the real shock 'n awe... as he sits behind the trigger of a Barrett .50-caliber.
Grim growls softly, instructing him on which man's life he will snatch away next. The sniper will comply with an easy trigger-pull.
He is the apprentice, and the Reaper is his teacher. Death's Messengers through and through.
Their victims are before them, Their victims are around them, Their
The Warrior ComplexIt's the reason I can't look at myself in the mirror some days.The Warrior Complex in Settings More Like This
And, on other days I can stand there without holding shame.
Some call it the actions of the prideful, when it's the actions of the headstrong.
Actions of the past have made me ashamed to even be me.
It's no life to live being around people when all you do is fuck up again and again.
Other actions taken under the same mentality have made me mighty happy.
Sometimes, it's because I'm the bad guy, and sometimes it's me just being the nice guy.
Some call it the Bastard Complex, but it's the Warrior Complex.
A mentality of the extreme that's not compatible with civilian life.
And it's only compatible with a few people of the world, which is evident.
I've been told I should be ashamed of myself, that I'm a bastard.
I won't be ashamed of myself, for I am just me.
If it makes me a bastard and people forsake me, then that's just how it's going to be.
Cause And Effect - Chapter 2John was surprised to find most of the houses on the street already empty as he and Katie warned of the FEMA eviction notices that would probably be coming, the few people who were still in their homes didn't take much notice to the possibility FEMA might come knocking.Cause And Effect - Chapter 2 in Settings More Like This
John took off into a brisk pace around the inside of his house after they had returned, pulling out bags of melting ice for the two spare coolers he also brought out to the front porch, he filled them with a layer of ice, and then threw a few Cokes on the ice before repeating the layering process.
He went back into the house and brought out a 24-pack of Coors Light and filled the paintball cooler with ice and the beer. Katie stood on the porch, leaning against a support beam. She looked very uncomfortable, John noticed; every time he would take a glance at her she looked jittery. Her uncomfortable look grew to alarm when John once again came out of the house, only this time holding a Mossberg 500A Tactical 12-gauge shot
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Katie noticed John's drinking that night wasn't as liberal as the night before, and as it picked up he seemed to grow quieter, only speaking and moving when he finally decided to stand up and go in to find a movie for the night. He brought one of the beer-filled coolers with him. She knew it had something to do with a past memory, causing nightmares like he had the last night, but she couldn't figure out what it was exactly.
Katie didn't want to pester John about it, especially after the ominous reply she received the first time, but she wanted to know what was bothering him, maybe she could help. But, whether or not John saw it that way Katie figured she was already pushing her luck by even being there.
"Is there anythin' you'd like to watch?" John asked, him being drunk brought out the Cajun accent he did his best to disguise, although he wasn't sure why; bad grammar or something.
"No, I'll watch whatever you were going to watch." Katie said.
"Y'Sure?" John sl
No More Than A Man"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." - John 15:13No More Than A Man in Settings More Like This
The order for war is broadcast across the communication lines, and a man answers the call. He gets his orders and a deployment date; one more night at home with his woman.
Their last night is as tender as their first together, making love slowly and romantically as a new Hell tears through the world. But, the dawn rises all too quickly for his woman and, like that, the man leaves for the front-lines.
Three months draw out clear battle-lines and the stalemate drags a city into the centerfold. The man right on the front, looking at a faded picture of the woman he left behind in safety's arms. He folds up that old picture as the lieutenant barks orders for the final push through the city.
Boots bloused and magazines laced with death, the man moves along the rubble-filled streets with his platoon in search of the enemy, rifle at the ready. Gunfire assaults his ears as his brothers-in-arm
Right And WrongWarRight And Wrong in Settings More Like This
War is such a touchy subject amongst the masses on Earth; whether it's right or wrong. But, from a rational point-of-view I will explain a little something to both sides of the argument.
1.) We do not live in a world where war cannot be seen, that would mean a world where everyone gets along with one another regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation or religion. This is a world coming of a dream or a view that cannot or hasn't come yet, depending on your view.
2.) But, there is a good amongst the bad. After all, we are human beings, for the most part. Plenty of people see past the differences and get along with most everyone.
But, to say wars fought in the past or in the future were/will be pointless is not true in the slightest.
The wars for independence, not only the American Revolution, were not pointless for countries who wanted the right to see the world in their own light, as opposed to under the umbrella of a shadow government. Because you can't hate all war and love your
Death's ApproachIt's there on the table. I can see the diamond-pattern on the grip.Death's Approach in Settings More Like This
The hammer spur is short, just enough to thumb it back.
The notches running down the rear of the slide help with the chambering.
The trigger is short and rugged to avoid trigger-slip.
I can hear the voice all around me, taunting me.
"Pick up the firearm. C'mon, Psycho. Show us what you've got!"
The slide reads "M-1911A1, Caliber .45", a very nice handgun.
The sweat drips off of my fingertips as I stare at it, from the tip of the barrel to the hammer.
The gaze roams over every inch of the sidearm, breathing in the cordite from spent shells.
Spent shells from another person in the same hot-seat...
There's that voice again...
"...C'mon, Psycho. Pick it up. Put it to your head. Light that fire within!"
I can see the shadow in the corner. The voice is all around me, but the shadow...?
My hand has had enough, and I'm getting weary myself.
The parkerized metal is cold to the touch, like the air, seat and table I
Death's MessengerThe Grim Reaper?Death's Messenger in Settings More Like This
You want to know a little something about the Reaper, something about his job? Alright, I'll tell you about him.
The Grim Reaper is a Marine sniper team's third man, watching over the men that are supposed to live while they help Grim punch the tickets of the targets. He rests by the scout-sniper's spotter, using a spotting scope to watch the carnage, helping the spotter pick the most essential targets for the sniper to remove from the Earth.
You people think Ol' Grim only is around the dead, or those that deserve to die, but you'd be wrong.
Ol' Grim is with you, as well, every minute of your little life. How? Why?
Everyone on the Earth has a 99-percent chance of dying everyday. You, your family, your friends, nobody is excluded. Nobody.
It's not something everyone knows either. They just go on about their lives.
A pedestrian in New York City walks out into the intersection on his green; he could have a garbage truck slam into him.
A bush pilot in Australia or Africa f
Cause and Effect - Chapter 1The first-response rescue crews raced down the street passed the Harold residence as John Harold sat on the porch, watching the fires burn not too far down. The fires, a result of the New Madrid earthquake from just a week ago, rolled out thick black smoke into the sky above, flames licking at the murky sky hungrily. If the winds didn't change then Johnny's family wouldn't have to worry about being evacuated.Cause and Effect - Chapter 1 in Settings More Like This
The 17-year-old teen dug into his icebox that sat next to him and pulled out an old-style long-neck bottle of Coca-Cola as he continued to gaze at the fire. Not awe or anguish, but just an air of blankness surrounded him. Some would probably say it was an air of uncaring, which wasn't true, there was just nothing he could do about it. Johnny had seen the result of his neighbors rushing to help the people down the street, only to come back up the road minutes later with their heads down because the firefighters had sent them back.
John did notice a teenage girl that was roughly his
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Noster Eagle-Eye leaned against his regular post as the cold night air scratched at his exposed skin, his only rags not providing the insulation needed. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he watched as his breath was revealed right in front of him, almost like a dragon's smoke. This was normal though, ever since he'd started living on the streets, he'd gotten accustomed with the harsh downsides of having no roof over your head. But the sound of the main gate opening caught his attention, making him forget about the weather for a couple of seconds. Looking towards the gate, he watched as a figure entered, shrouded in a black cloak, their head covered by a hood of the same darkness. Once the stranger had closed the gate, he started making his way towards The Winking Skeever. However, before he reached the front door, Noster let out a small cough, causing the stranger's head to quickly turn to face him. Both worried and confused, Noster watched as the stranger made
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Chapter 9 – Werewolf
- South of Morthal -
Talon could see his breath in air as he made his way over the grassy hill, looking behind him to make sure the others were keeping up. By taking a quick stop in Dawnstar, he'd acquired a couple of followers to accompany him on his adventure. Nexu, an Argonian, clad in hide armor had agreed to join him free of charge. Mostly because he'd been looking for some adventure for a while now. On his back, he carried an Imperial Bow with a quiver packed with arrows. Yet he held a steel sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Behind him, Golag did his best to keep up, his face harboring a look of sullenness. Golag gro-Kurok was an Orc who spent most his time in the local taverns, betting wagers with other travelers who thought they could beat him in a bar brawl. As you could expect, mostly due to his brute strength and his hulking figure, he won hands down. However, when Talon had approached him asking for his services in combat, he didn't know that
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.2Chapter 2 The Thieves GuildSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.2 in Settings More Like This
Talon groaned as yet another lockpick broke, dropping the fragments to the ground as he searched his satchel for a replacement. Another crash of thunder sounded overhead as the rain thundered down on Talon's thin armour, chilling him to the bone. With the only light source being the moon, Talon had no choice but to see with his touch, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt another lockpick right at the bottom, hidden underneath his map. He was in Riften, the so called home of the Thieves Guild, standing outside the Thane's house as he desperately tried to break in. He'd heard that an adventurer from outside the city had been newly appointed the Thane of Riften, meaning that there had to be some notable loot lying around somewhere. As he finally heard the tumbler activate, he silently cheered as the door opened, allowing him to escape from the storm and enter the warm. Gently closing it behind him, Talon looked around the room he'd entered, obvi
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Chapter 7 - Spelunking
- South of Windhelm -
"One...two...three!" Midrethe counted down before her, Talon and Naoii gave the boulder a final push, rolling it out of the way and revealing the cave's opening. Brushing the mixture of moss and dust off of their hands, the group peered into the darkness, the lack of light messing with their vision.
"Are you sure this is the cave?" Naoii asked, redirecting her gaze at the blonde-haired High Elf, catching her attention.
"It has to be. There aren't any others nearby" Midrethe replied, raising up her hand and watching as her palm started glowing brightly. Sure enough, a hovering light rose from her hand and floated above it: a candlelight spell.
"Come on" she instructed, stepping into the darkness and heading through the empty cave, her candlelight illuminating their path. Talon headed down after her, lastly followed by Naoii. The sounds of water dropping from the ceiling filled their ears as they headed down the narrow tunnel, the moisture on
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.6Chapter 6 Blood and fireSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.6 in Settings More Like This
The rain thundered down on the Wood Elf as she tore through the forest, the hood on her dark purple mage robes blowing behind her. Glancing back, she gasped in fear as the shapes of people got closer and closer. Hiding behind a tree, Inari peeked out to see what was happening, her pure, white hair clinging to her forehead due to its wetness. Suddenly, Inari jumped back as an arrow lodged itself in the tree, mere inches from her face.
"COME ON! SHE WENT THIS WAY!" an angry male voice ordered, causing Inari's heart to flood with fear. Focusing on the silhouettes heading her way, Inari held her hand out in front of her, just as a fireball erupted from her palm, rocketing into the trees. As the sound of a brief explosion hit her ears, she grinned and continued to run. However, just when she thought she was home free, she failed to notice the tree trunk sticking out of the ground and tripped, falling to the muddy ground with a grunt. As she pushed herself bac
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Chapter 8 – Talon vs. the Dark Brotherhood
- The Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary –
The room was made of stone, once just an ordinary cave. But now it had changed, there were beds, tables and one living figure. An Albino Khajiit with long, black hair and piercings on either side of her ears. She wore the trademark armor of the Dark Brotherhood, red and black with the occasional line of studs. She sighed whilst twirling her dagger in her hand, looking up at the ceiling as she lied down on the bed. Suddenly, a burning sensation spread over her forehead, one of the major side-effects of vampirism. Placing her dagger by her side, she reached under her wooden bed and retrieved a silver vial, the outline of a serpent carved on the side. Opening the top, she tilted her head back and swallowed its contents, the pain in her head receding as the copper-tasting liquid flowed down the back of her throat. Blood. Precious blood. A vampire's life source. Placing the top of the vial back on, she put it back
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.4Chapter 4 BanditsSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.4 in Settings More Like This
The sound of birds chirping filled the air as the sun shone down on the grassy plains surrounding Whiterun. All around, deer roamed and drank from a small pond. However, they ran in fear as the sound of footsteps pressing down on the muddy ground filled their ears. No sooner had they ran, a team of three made their way over the grassy knoll, completely oblivious to the creatures that had previously inhabited that area. The leader of the group was a female Imperial with long, messy, black hair and war paint covering one of her eyes. She wore a set of ebony armor, minus the helmet and had an ebony sword sheathed at her side. Behind her was a male Breton wearing a different set of armor. Like the Imperial, he wore ebony armor. However, he wore a pair of steel plate boots with a Stormcloak Officer Hood and braces. On his back was his enchanted glass bow which he'd named 'Fear Fire'. And finally, trailing behind them, was a female Dark Elf with a blonde mohawk. Her
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.3Chapter 3 How to steal with styleSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.3 in Settings More Like This
The snow fell softly on the earth as the harsh weather continued to freeze the land. The tops of the trees were speckled with white, the lakes almost frozen into icy sheets and the only source if life being the figure making his way down the cobblestone path. Due to his thin armour, Talon was easy prey to the wind's cold bite, turning his skin pale and his hair white as it captured many of the white crystals caught in the winds grip. Seeing a light in the distance, Talon smiled as a Khajiit camp came into view. And just past it, his destination: Dawnstar. It was the closest town for miles and he'd been travelling for hours. He could either stay here or take his chances in the badlands. Heading over to the camp, he saw a female Khajiit sitting cross-legged just outside her tent, her fur a shade of dark brown and dressed in fine clothing. Noticing his presence, the Khajiit smiled as he knelt down to eye level.
"Greetings, young one. How may Ahkari
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.5Chapter 5 JailbreakSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.5 in Settings More Like This
Talon headed inside the graveyard just behind the Temple of Mara, blowing into his hands and rubbing them together as the cold wind chilled him to the bone. Passing a few tombstones, his eyes settled upon the marble coffin sitting in the old, stone room. He headed inside and knelt in front of the coffin, searching for any secret releases to open it.
"If Ailios opened this from the inside, there must be some way to open it from the outside" he thought, raising his eyebrow with suspicion as he noticed the embossed, stone symbol on the side of the coffin. Reaching out to touch it, Talon pulled his hand away in surprise as the symbol moved inward, causing the tiled ground beneath him to rumble. Talon instantly stood up and backed away from the coffin as it slowly began to disappear into the wall behind it, along with a fair portion of the floor. Staring into the darkness, a smile spread across Talon's lips as he noticed the boarded hatch at the bottom of the step
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Chapter 10 – Purity: Part 1
- Riften, five days since Talon was bitten -
Riften marketplace was usually packed with both travelers and citizens. All of which visiting the different stalls and merchants, going through the occasional trade of items and, rarely, bribery. Aside from the intersecting chatter and sound of birds chirping, the market was generally peaceful. Not today though.
"YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" an angry, female voice called out, causing the chatter to cease as every head turned to observe the commotion. Standing a few feet away were two women, both in their twenties, engaged in unarmed combat. One had blonde hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail. She had a small scar running along the right side of her jaw and slightly pointed ear, hinting that she had some elven heritage. From the neck down, she wore what closely resembled the armor of the Thieves Guild, colored black. Her opponent had long, crimson hair which reached her shoulders. Like the blonde-haired girl, she
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In 2187, the four main Council races decided, in light of the massive devastation in the galaxy, to open their ranks to many other races, realizing that their main weakness before the war was not being unified against their foe. No longer did they take the condescending attitude that they showed for so long, instead welcoming others with open arms.
The first three races to be accepted that year were the Volus, the Krogan, and the Quarians. Each of these races more than proved themselves during the Reaper War. To prevent any "bloodshed" or worse, Urdnot Bakara was chosen as the Krogan Councilor, to keep the peace between the Krogan and the Salarians. Admiral Tali'Zorah was nominated for the Quarian people but she respectfully declined, giving the position to Admiral Zaal'Koris instead. The Volus ambassador, Din Korlack, was originally chosen for the Council, but some surprising information came to light [I
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(Earth, Alliance Command)
Admiral Ashley Williams stands in the middle of the war room, Alliance personnel running about. She clears her throat, "I'd like your attention everyone."
Every face turns to her, causing her to pause for a second. Damn, I am still not use to giving orders. "We have a situation unfolding ladies and gentlemen. A terrorist group is targeting Commander Kaycee Shepard and her family. That would normally not be a huge problem, except they aren't just targeting the Shepards. They are ----"
"What is it?"
"I……I think you need to see this ma'am."
"Put it on the main screens."
The three monitors suddenly change to the Cerberus logo, an eye in the middle of the symbol. A distorted voice sounds over the speakers. I have watched you all patiently, waiting for the proper moment. You all have rebuilt your worlds, reforged your alliances, and now that you all believe that you
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Purgatory, The Citadel
Kaycee drapes her arm over her daughter's shoulders. She can scarcely believe how quickly she's grown up. Just seems like yesterday that Ayrene was barely up to her knees, now a tall, slender, beautiful woman stands beside her. She gives her an affectionate squeeze, "So what do you think sweetie? I told you that I would take you dancing for your eighteenth birthday. This place good enough?"
Ayrene's eyes take in the flashing lights, the pounding music, the dancing patrons, and she smiles. "You really are the coolest dad ever. Mom would completely freak if she knew you brought me here."
Kaycee imagines the fury that would come down on her if her wife knew where they were. She shudders at the thought, "Don't remind me Aya. Now, shall we have some fun?"
She guides Ayrene over to the bar, raising a hand in greeting to the Turian bartender. "Raker! Long time no see!"
"Good to see you Shepard." He glances over at Ayrene. "Friend of y
Council Military Report: Reaper ForcesTo: Councilor Tevos, Councilor Sparatus, Councilor Osaba, Admiral Hackett.Council Military Report: Reaper Forces in Profiles More Like This
Spectre Borealis reporting in. We've been getting disturbing reports of new Reaper forces taking the battlefields across the galaxy. Here's what we've learned thus far about them. I'll update this report as news comes in.
Species: Reaperized Hanar
Type: Underwater Combat
Description: The Hanar husks have been altered on a cellular level, leaving each tentacle ending in a serrated stinger or blade. In addition to the physical changes, an unknown means of propulsion has been implanted in their form, allowing them to fly through the water with relative ease. The Hanar's body glows various shades of blue or green depending on its purpose, for which there are two that we've seen. One, the blue husks seem to be the melee forces, getting up close and personal with our soldiers, tearing their hydro-suits with only a few strikes. Once they try to surf
SFS: Lesson Number 24"Here we are boys and girls, the spot for your next training exercise."SFS: Lesson Number 24 in Profiles More Like This
Zaeed Massani steps from the vehicle, into the crisp night air, taking deep breath, letting it fill his scarred lungs. The area was one of Ilium's less than ideal areas, home to more thieves, murderers, and mercenaries than you would find in any other part of the world. He turns to his "students" as all four exit the vehicle. Ayrene, clad in an N7 hoodie and blue jeans, puts her hands in her pockets to keep warm. Gabriel stands beside her, his eyes constantly roving around the area, taking in every little detail, alert for any threat. Cassie, wrapped up in a winter jacket, hugs herself in an attempt to warm her body, her mask fogging slightly. Taking up the rear is Urdnot Rampage, his spiky headplate prominent as he towers a good half-foot taller than the rest of the group. He looks at his instructor, "Where we heading?"
Zaeed points at a one-story building on the right, a blue and white holo-sign reading Supern
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Citadel - C-SEC Security Office
Commander Armando Bailey sits with his fingers steepled in front of him, looking at the young Quarian girl in front of him. Her suit covers only her torso and legs, leaving her arms uncovered. Glittering green lines trace patterns down her slender arms. Her mask, a light blue, doesn't hide the apprehensive expression on her face, her glowing blue eyes awash with uncertainty and fear.
"You do know that you're in some serious trouble here, young lady?"
Her eyes lock on his for a moment before nodding. Bailey continues, keeping his voice calm and quiet, "Care to explain why you were caught hacking into the Sirta Foundation's mainframe?"
She mumbles something that Bailey can't make out. "I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to speak up. I'm getting up there in years. My hearing's not what it once was."
She looks at him quizzically as he gives her a small smile. "You're on your Pilgrimage, aren't you?"
Syren Miranda ShepardFile Number 676347-42SMSSyren Miranda Shepard in Profiles More Like This
Real Name: Syren Miranda Shepard
Aliases: "Sy", "Blue"
Age: 21 years old (Human years)
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Commander Kaycee Shepard (Father), Liara T'Soni (Mother), Ayrene Shepard (sister), Rinyn Shepard (sister), Velair Shepard (sister), Hannah Shepard (Grandmother), Matriarch Aethyta (Grandmother)
Base of Operations: New York City
Place of Birth: New York City
Height: 6'0" Weight: 150 lbs. Eyes: Brilliant Blue Skin: Light Blue
Biotic Powers: Throw, Pull, Barrier, Stasis
Tech Powers: First-Aid, Defibrillate, Tranquilizer
Heavy Melee: Unknown
Other Powers/Abilities: [Cl
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Real Name: Cassandra'Zorah Vas Aegis (formerly Nar Rannoch)
Age: 17 years old (Human years)
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Rannoch (Mother), Commander Kal'Reegar vas Ravonna (Father), Shala'Raan vas Rannoch (Aunt), Commander Kaycee Shepard (Godmother)
Base of Operations: The SR-7 Aegis
Place of Birth: Rannoch
Height: 5'7" Weight: 165 lbs. Eyes: Blue Skin: Pale purple with glowing green lines
Weaponry: Khimera Shotgun equipped with Phasic Rounds (gift from her Father for her Pilgrimage), Freya (Her combat drone)
Tech Powers: Combat Drone, Sabotage, Decoy, Arc Shield
Heavy Melee: Feedback Dagger
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Real Name: Rinyn Hannah Shepard
Age: 28 years old (Human years)
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Commander Kaycee Shepard (Father), Liara T'Soni (Mother), Ayrene Shepard (sister), Velair Shepard (sister), Syren Shepard (sister), Hannah Shepard (Grandmother), Matriarch Aethyta (Grandmother)
Base of Operations: New Grissom Academy
Place of Birth: New York City
Height: 6'0" Weight: 155 lbs. Eyes: Blue Skin: Dark Blue
Class: Archon (Taken from an ancient Asari order, similar to the Justicar)
Weaponry: Acolyte Heavy Pistol (Gift from her mentor, Samara). Used only in self-defense, locked in her drawer in the teachers' quarters.
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Perched from the beams, the drell watches intently as she makes her way down to the market place. With all the grace of a jungle cat, he leaps from beam to beam, always sure to keep her in sight.
Lennata slowed her pace and glanced over her shoulder; a Vorcha hissed and disappeared at her sight. Her intention though was not to view the Vorcha but rather to analyze her surroundings, and with a quick decision, picked up her pace and darted into an adjacent alleyway before her.
The change in direction only phased the drell for a split second before he increased his speed to match, making his way from platform to platform. The hunt
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Several hours later, I still contemplated these words on the bridge, watching from afar as Khan, Jaken, Blondie and a few other officers scrutinized a glowing blue holographic map. I wasn't really paying attention though, the wild pulsing of my heart drowning out even Khan's deep, velvety voice. I now knew why I had been blindfolded when first marched aboard the Vengeance.
I had only seen a glimpse of it, as Khan was careful to sling a muscular arm around my shoulders and whirl me back around to continue our walk the other way we'd came, back down the hangar and to the staircase. Yet I had seen it all the same, and clung to that fleeting image like a life preserver of old, the only physical hope I had of now, my only tangible plan of escape.
At the end of the impossibly long hangar, there had been a doorless room, a tiny communication base of sorts, and I had felt a rush of overwhelming joy when I caught a glimpse of what was in there. It was just a glimpse, impossibly fast, but I had
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The young captain's usually striking bright blue eyes, lacked their usual boyish charm, looking exhausted today, as Starfleet as a whole was reduced to complete and utter chaos. His regulation transmitter had been beeping angrily since five yesterday, and he couldn't remember a time when it sat calm and still, not accusing him of raging careless failure. Right now, he stood in the newly reconstructed Daystrom Institute, his transmitter buzzing on the edge of the table, nearly about to fall off, while the captains and first officers of every vessel in the fleet, all spoke at once, in panicked tones, asking him the thousands of questions that he'd already tried asking himself but still couldn't answer. How many dead? Had the hyper-gravity device been faulty? How could Khan possibly know of the takedown? What was his next move? How many more would die? What could Starfleet do in terms of defensive maneuvers? How did Khan appear to be on course to fly over the desert when he so obviously w
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"How long must you feel the need to trifle with me? How LONG must I be forced to wait for your surrender? You speak so eloquently of your fondness for me, you say I am your weakness, your touch resounds with your amorous affection for me, yet still...... I do not truly have you, do I? Not yet. How long, Ally? How long until you stop resisting, stop fighting me, and instead fight for me......? How long?
His voice was lower, edged sharply with his severity, austere and harsh. My laughing, lovely, teasing Khan was nowhere to be found, his good humor gone away as quickly as it had come. I slowly lifted my head, my long curls grazing his chest, my lips slighted parted in sad surprise, as I looked into his eyes. His expression had cooled, his still glowing eyes hard and focused as they looked back at me, betraying no feeling, and not even a whisper of a smirk hid in the corner of his tight lips. I carefully brought my hands on either side of his serious, unsmiling face, attempting to bring h
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It had to be hours later when we returned to the seemingly endless hallway outside my bedroom door. Khan's manner was even more jovial as he held tight to both of my hands, both of us laughing and grinning, stumbling over each other's feet, drunk with such indescribable feeling, the kind that could only be inspired after so perfect a night. Khan had taken me to just about every inch of his beloved ship, tugging me along after him, darting from one place to the next, talking impossibly fast and excited, about the Vengeance's intricate infrastructure, the overall design, pointing out features to me, exulting in the ambiance he had created. He explained it all to me, the lighting, the layout, what each room was for, what each consul did, and he was so ensconced with it all, that I did in fact, feel myself seeing the ship in a much different way. Not so much the looming midnight monstrosity that had swallowed me whole, but rather a dark beauty, flawlessly advanced in design, passing unse
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The dim, long-winding corridor was completely deserted as I walked back alone from my shower, returning to my room, my mind still trying to make sense of the day's......... excitement? I hadn't known one person could feel just about every emotion on the scale known to man in so short a time. In the space of no more than three hours, Khan had given me the creeps, terrified me out of my mind, impressed me, inspired me, mesmerized me with his magnificent fighting skills, laughed with me, attracted me, complimented me, rubbed NOSES with me, and for however short a time let me cradle his head, showing him the forbidden affection that was extremely dangerous to us both. My head reeled. What's a girl supposed to think after ALL of that! I should've felt more insightful now, as to who Khan Noonien Singh really was after he'd shown me SO many new sides of himself today, but the truth was, I was more confused than ever. One minute he's hissing about spilling blood, and the absolute joys of murde
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I stood there, heart pounding, breath quickened, alone on the darkened bridge with Khan, his eyes closed, my head careening from all that he had said. He'd made it so easy for me to walk away, or so he thought, and I'm sure any other Starfleet Cadet wouldn't have had to think twice. But if I learned anything at Starfleet, it was that I was no ordinary cadet. The longer I waited, the more worried he became, scrunching up his nose with his next breath. For the first time, since I'd met him, Khan was afraid.
I walked towards him with slow, careful steps, and I could tell his mind was quick at work, trying to tell if these steps moved away from him or to him. What was I doing? Here was my perfect chance to get the coordinates, just by lifting a finger to the Navigation Screen. From there all I had to do was rush down to the hangar, take the beacon in my hands, and with quick fingers, declare my freedom. I took more steps forward. Yes, that was what I should have done, what I'd longed to do
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The explosion shot violently across the scorching desert sky in fiery plumes, the image searing my eyes, and resounding in my afflicted mind. The deafening roar, the horrified, confused screams, the prolonged groan of mangled titanium making swift impact with the dunes, burning sand raining down, all of it culminating in such a symphony of sorrow, causing me to shake. The speeding starship, ablaze, screaming at breakneck speed towards its doom, desecrated, getting torn to silver shreds. There's a faint sound of shattering glass accompanying the more painful roars as an officer is thrown through the bridge window, dropping hard into the swirling sands, already dead. There's nothing left to identify the ill-fated vessel now, save for some badly burned off lettering, and I can only make out a barely intelligible, "VAL."
I felt my body toss and turn, shaking violently now. The ship ceased its groaning, dead. The screams felt louder and louder until they consumed my entire conscious. Starfl
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My heart pounded violently, in a mad rush to escape my chest. Khan's dark velvet voice sounded far away as if commanding me from a great distance, and I struggled to make sense of any of it. I was baffled by these two words that simply couldn't belong together. I felt my breath quickening as I stared up at him from my place on the bench that had been moved to the middle of the Vengeance's hangar. I looked around at the six black mats that had also been placed there, two rows of three, and shook my head vehemently. He couldn't be serious.
"NO!!!! No, absolutely NOT!! I- I can't!!!"
My protest was pleading, yet stubborn and I crossed my arms over my chest to prove my resolve. What Khan was asking, was the impossible. I felt my mind instantly torn between the natural impulse to do exactly what he wanted of me, and the obvious conclusion that this was NOT something I could physically bring myself to do. The very reason, the very whim, that created the need in me to obey him, w
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I must have leapt nearly three feet in the air, at the sound of Khan's voice coming from behind me. BUSTED. "Nothing, just admiring the sophistication and advanced technology used to create the- the-" My voice was several octaves too high, much too fast, giggling to cover up my guilt, and I whirled around to face him, losing all manner of speech, as he flooded my vision, forgetting entirely what I was going to say.
"Thank you. I did design them myself." He grinned brilliantly, showing off those perfectly white teeth, and I stumbled, grabbing the side of the desk for support. Holy. Lord. I felt sure I was going to faint. I knew it. Khan wasn't real. He couldn't be. I decided then and there that he must be a beautiful delusion, part of a reoccurring dream that I kept having. Was I in a coma somewhere, in some Starship Med Bay, suffering from heat stroke, and this was ALL in my mind!?!? Oh GOD, if so, PLEASE don't wake me up!!! My mind pleaded, my heart pounding. Nobody could personify th
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It had begun a year and a half ago, the obsession of spirits and the need to follow the orders of this so called evil to free himself. It burnt my eyes to remember as I glanced upwards and blinked slowly, dad watching my face with anxious patience. He hadn't been to any special or suspicious places that could've been the reason for this change in behaviour, nor did he take drugs or interact with anybody that could have influenced him.
He just changed, referred to his soul as nourishment for the banished, and how this connection was dragging him into his early grave. First he had just disappeared for a long time then started immersing himself intensely in demonic exorcists and acting out in aggressive and violent ways. He lost all interest in everything that he use to hold dear, got fired from work, continuously left mum and I worried about his safety for weeks on end, set fire to things, broke into people's houses or attack strangers on the street and constantly t
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I use to not fear death but now it follows me behind every turn. I was nervous. Visibly nervous, my fingers didn't let my luggage handle go since the beginning of the trip. It must've been nearly two years ago when I last rode the Whitehaven train alone.
It was a two hour trip with the clattering and whinging of train wheels rolling over their tracks. But now I hardly noticed, I hardly noticed anything anymore. My eyes were glued to the endless passing of water down below, its navy glow reflecting off the orange and faded pink tinge spread across the sky. The sun, it was setting, tucking itself back into its slumber behind the lips of the far mountains. I had lingered on the edge of sleep through most of the trip.
My hard case luggage rocked against me as the slither of the train ducked its head into a nest of hills and houses. The stretch of endless blue sea vanished without a moment's notice as I entered the mouth of the tunnels. The silence of the v
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"Dad it's me . Rachael" The man flinched, ready to slam the door shut but stopped himself.
"Rachael? My dear girl, I've missed you so much."
He stepped out and hugged me.
I could've burst into tears right there and then. He looked like he was nothing more but the waste left from his former life. He was old beyond his years, frail, balding so patches of his blonde hair could be seen barely across his grey scalp. His eyes were drooping, his skin was paste and bones could be seen poking through the thin fabrics of his robe. Even as he hugged me, I could feel the quiver in his breathing and the cripple of his spinal cord down the back of his leather skin.
He was dying, but not from body failure. It was something else, a mental thing, and it was the reason why everything had turned out the way it did. My world had changed again and again, just like a boat being thrown onto its side by each large, passing wave, never letting me have time to assemb
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A distinctive crash alerted me as I shot up from my book, my eyes droopy as the haze of the room spun around me.
I had fallen asleep on top of my novel, the page sticky up against my cheek as I rubbed at my forehead. It took a moment to register what had happened before the soft quirks of coughs alarmed me of dad. OH NO! I slipped and staggered onto my feet, sprinting desperately for the door as I fell into it, yanked it open and galloped down the halls.
I shouted as my voice broke under the strain; beating my feet against the carpet as I clawed at the walls, trying to spring myself forwards to get to him faster. I cursed myself now for my lack of athletic ability. But by the time I had reached the top of the stairs the coughing had stopped and was replaced by the groans of pain and heavy breathing.
I couldn't control my hands or my feet, able to feel them slapping the ground as I hit each step. I reached out for the railings but didn't have time to gr
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A few hours had passed as I sat facing an old stern woman, wrapped in a blanket as paramedics' hovered over my father. They checked his pulse on his neck and after a moment exchanged swift shakes of their heads to each other. They lifted his body upwards and lay him out across a trolley, lifted some white sheets and pulled them up till his head was completely covered. The layers fell against his body leaving an outline of his resting form.
I sighed, tensed in the chest as my fingers twitched, my mind racing a hundred miles a minute but not registering any thought at all. I could feel that cold presence of the ghost lingering, watching me in the darkness and draining me with every passing second. It felt horrible. How long will I have to wait till I too go insane? And what about my mother, she would surely break down if she were to find out I shuddered so hard that my entire body shook. I can't do this to her.
"Are you okay? Would you like a drink?
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Whitehaven was a tucked away little town out in the mountains. I suppose there are some advantages to being in the bush compared to the city. This place, these swarms of nature and wild life, this wasn't home. Not to me anyway, a girl who is use to trees being confined behind fences.
The wisps of my light, blonde hair played beside me, tickling under my chin. Three months ago mum and I drove out here to visit dad, but mum hasn't been back since.
I paused and clutched at my chest as a surge of twists yanked at my heart. The memory hurt so I instantly dropped it.
Leaving the dirt path, stepping foot onto the cracked concrete of the road and following down the line of houses I was inching closer to the house. But the closer I got, the heavier my footsteps felt and the tighter the knot in my stomach seemed to pull. The streets were silent, occupied more by nature than people as the stretch of concreted road crumbled back into dirt lanes. It was getting darker and darke
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I had studied the tales of spirits, learnt of their appearances and how to expel them from bodies, houses and pets (in theory that is). I had trained myself only to a beginners level, able to detect the symptoms of the bad spirits from the good and had even read lightly over the old stories of the bible, trying to match the accusations my father made with any other stories of past victims, but the one thing I couldn't do was to bring myself to believe it was actually true.
Even though I loved the idea of something beyond what the human eye could see and that could unlock a new world of possibilities I also felt comfort and security knowing that there was nothing outside my understanding, or the understanding of the human race. Maybe I believed him Maybe I didn't, or just couldn't. The words had blurred underneath my heavy eyelids, and I didn't bother fighting for consciousness.
I slipped into sleep without registering the dark over power me.
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The darken vortex was violent that it whipped my hair uncontrollably upwards and shook my entire body like a dog thrashing at a chew toy. I wanted to scream but he held me still, silent, waiting for my head to knock into something hard and take me out. Yet despite the violent bouncing of my body, he stayed with me the entire time, the only difference being he grew stronger as his hand became firm and his lips were no longer just sitting on mine but instead pushing in.
As if he was trying to take the very breath inside my lungs for himself. It all happened in a matter of seconds that I didn't even get a chance to pull my hands up and push him off, once getting freed he lifted himself upwards and allowed me to crumble to the ground. Stunned, I lifted my hand and lightly touched my mouth, able to feel the cold sting that he left behind.
He was gone. The room was gone.
I sat somewhere else, somewhere different. There was no fire place here, the couch had
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"No," I bellowed, "No, you can't, I won't let you. You can't kill me like you killed my father; I won't let you use me."
The room whipped around me as I kicked backwards, reaching out for the door. My footsteps stampede across the floor boards, the boards creaking under the strain as I listened dreadfully cautious of footsteps to follow mine, chasing me down. Yet Lock did not move.
He stood still in his spot, watching me as I played a game of tug of war with the door knob and have the door shatter in refusal. I peered over my shoulder as Lock lowered his head, watching with a sense of remorse and pity as I struggled for freedom.
"You can't escape, the door is locked It's always locked." He whispered gently.
"Let me out."
"LET ME GO."
"I told you I can't."
"LIAR! You're lying to me."
"Shut up, you're so annoying" He snarled, "I don't care if you like it or not but you're stuck with me, we're connected now and I need you to survive so de