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Good help was always hard to find and good employers were even more so. Never in his life had Buruk Kelborn felt that fact more acutely than now. After a deal went south and hed been forced to cut out his usual middlemanwith extreme prejudicehe and his crew found themselves in the unenviable position of finding someone new to work for. Fifty percent of Mos Eisleys inhabitants were middlemen or go-betweens of some nature, helping those that needed work to find it, so at first glance it seemed the menagerie populating the Cuunyaim had their pick. Unfortunately, most of those brokers were connected by various means to the Desilijic kajidic and Buruk wanted to steer clear of them for a while, just in case Jabba the Hutt decided to change his mind about letting the Mandalorian throw his cousin to a pack of ravenous Bando Gora cultists.
So while his Twilek partner, Lynli, and the rest of the crew were
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The boy was crying. He coughed and shuddered with each gulp of tainted air as the smoke from the burning fields stung his throat. Everything had happened so fast; the crops were on fire and it spread to the house, Papa had been running around everywhere, and Mama had rushed the boy outside just as the roof of their home collapsed. Papa hadnt come out yet and Mama was holding onto him so tight while she ran, and then somehow she was gone too. He was so confused, he didnt know what was going on, and he was scared!
Mama Papa he called hoarsely as the fires began to die out. Still no one answered his pleas. He shivered despite the blistering heat. Mama went to go find Papa, he told himself. She went to get him and bring him back. He began to cry again.
Then, like a phantom, a tall man stepped out of the smoke. He was followed by a slightly sho
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Wilric Tavdine hated his job; flat out despised it. An aptitude for calculation in his youth had encouraged him into further study of advanced mathematics in his later years. Hed dreamt of applying his knowledge as a pilot or navigator on a starship, flitting about the galaxy without a care in the world, and leading a romanticized life of swashbuckling adventure.
Unfortunately, pragmatism had forced him to reluctantly set that dream aside, and replace it with the somewhat more realistic hope of one day becoming a leader in his chosen field, expanding into the realm of theoretical physics or something exciting like that. But once more he deferred, shoehorned, as it were, into the life of a mere accountant, a lowly bean counter, for the Corellian Importation Oversight Subcommittee for Agriculture and Livestock.
And he was miserable. His seemed to be the one case where a Corellian couldn&
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Buruk stood silently in the corner of the Cuunyaims cargo hold, arms crossed over his armored chest, as he watched over his charges physical training. The boy, Aerek Orlan, had been an orphan living in the treacherous undercity of Coruscant when Buruk had found him. He was only eleven years old. He had no parents, no family, and no friends. He was completely alone in the galaxy; it would have been easy for anyone to give in to despair under those circumstances, but Aereks spirit and will to survive were stronger than that, and theyd driven him to eke out an existence in that duracrete tomb of a world.
Why did I take him with me? Buruk wondered, his brow furrowing as he watched the boy start his fifth set of crunches. Perhaps it was whimsy, but he didnt think so. Perhaps he saw something in Aerek, a potential. A great Mandalor had once said, As long as one Mandalorian liv
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Lynli stared pensively through the forward viewport at the rocky brown Outer Rim world standing out against the star-speckled backdrop of space. As it slowly grew from a disk the size of her fingernail to a massive sphere looming over her, her lekku twitched anxiously in time with her racing heart. Beside her, Buruks hands danced across the controls, seemingly oblivious to his partner, flicking a switch on the comm to mute the standard prerecorded Message to Spacers welcoming them.
Hey. She jumped, tore her attention away from the viewport, snapped her head around to face him. Everything okay? he asked, though his tone said he already knew it wasnt. Hed turned his head toward her while he kept the steering yoke steady, holding her gaze with his. He had a look of what? Concern?
Lynli sighed, leaning back heavily in the copilots seat.
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Ballador Desilijic Dessh rested his massive bulk upon a hoversled, slowly blinking bulbous orange eyes as he puffed on his hookah pipe. The bloated Hutt let the peppery narcotic flow over him before adjusting the fez perched atop his head and turned to his datapad. He had much work that required his attention and his uncle Jiliac would not be happy if his personal accountant fell behind in his duties. Numbers were his stock-in-trade.
Balladors life on Nal Hutta was certainly dull by most standards, one endless stream of financial transactions after another. He doled out payments to smugglers, slavers, bounty hunters, assassins, spies, mercenaries, and all other manner of scum from throughout the galaxys underworld, though he never dealt personally with any of them. It was all handled electronically from his datapad. He never even needed to leave his spacious office; as a member of such a prestigious race, his meals were delive
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W4-L3 peered skittishly around a corner, rotating his disk-shaped head from side to side, looking for any sign of danger. Assessing none, the little utility droid settled back on his supports and zipped off down the corridor, his wheels whirring over the polished marble. He warbled mournfully, inspecting each face he passed, trying to identify his missing shipmates, but to no avail. Theyd disappeared shortly after the Twilek with the lightsaber began chasing them through the halls of the Jedi Temple and now Wally calculated an 87.223% chance they were completely lost.
Trundling through the ziggurats vast halls, he found the visual data he collected directly contradicted the information in his memory banks claiming Jedi to lead simplistic lives devoid of aesthetic pleasures or creature comforts. There was nothing simple about the great columns, arches, and buttresses soaring overhead and Wally couldnt help bu
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Lynli Vairn shivered as she stared with dull, half-lidded eyes out the canopy of her stolen CloakShape fighter. The sublight engines had been damaged and the hyperdrive was leaking, stranding her in the AlHar system, and the climate control had just died on top of that. Rubbing hands over violet skin, she dimly wished shed dressed a tad less alluringly; necessity had dictated she leave with only the clothes on her back and in the first ship she could wire. Hence the halter top, short skirt, and open-toe heels, all with the maximum amount of skin exposure; her lekku were already numb.
Lynli hadnt had time to pack for her extremely hasty departure from Malastare. She had gone there for the annual Vinta Harvest Classic podrace, hoping to win big. At first everything was looking up for her; the Gran racer she bet on was in the lead, speeding through the course at seven hundred kilometers an hour, barely a meter above a metha
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Kit-Sun Wolfgana regarded the floor outside the High Council chamber, tracing his blue eyes across the smooth polished tiles. The craftsman had been something of a genius, fitting so many intricate shapes together to form the beautifully designed mosaic. Not a single piece strayed more than a millimeter from its setting, all arranged according to the grand scheme of their creator. In a way, that seemed a more appropriate metaphor for the Jedi Order than most wanted to admit. For better or for ill, everyone went along with the pattern, and if anyone stepped out of line, they were either hammered back into their proper alignment or simply removed and replaced with something that fit better. Thats what happened to Master Dooku, why he chose to leave the Order; he no longer fit. Such observations had earned Kit-Sun a reputation as being wise beyond his years.
He cut a less than impressive figure for a supposed warrior; at th
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To be a bearer of secrets was a terrible burden. Since learning the identity of the Galidraan Knight Slayer, as the Jedi had named him, Kit-Sun Wolfgana hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep. Each time he lay back on his pallet, he tossed and turned, or sometimes restlessly wandered back and forth about his quarters in the Jedi Temple. By dawn, he'd swear up and down that that day he would bring his information to the Council, then settle down to meditate before getting about his duties. Somehow, he never got around to following through on his resolve.
Why do I constantly stay my hand? he wondered as he stood outside the doors to the High Council chamber. Why do I come this far, only to turn back at the last moment? He looked down at the floor, at the hundreds of perfectly shaped tiles that fit together into a beautiful mosaic, and noticed some of the pieces had shifted slightly out of their settings and stuck out fro
Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 32Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 32 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
22 June 3039
June started on a positive note with Isabelle's twentieth birthday celebration on the first of the month. The shindig the Fusiliers threw for her wasn't a surprise, but it was very significant because it was the only birthday party she'd ever had in her life. Having been raised very poor with only her mother, and then losing her mother at the age of twelve, well, there simply hadn't been a lot a special times in Isabelle Pearl's life.
All that changed with the birthday party. Alexandra pulled out all the stops, spared no expense. Isabelle was treated like royalty right from the start with Marie serving her breakfast in bed. She was taken on a whirlwind shopping tour of Innsbruck, instructed to pick whatever she wanted: clothes, jewellery, electronics, sim chips, holoplayers; anything and everything (among her choices Isabelle stocked up on hologames and got a new SeraVideo game player to
Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 22Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
5 October 3038
The Altstadt Palace was the most spectacular building on Kolovraty and the official residence of Duke Josef Sheridan. First built in 2673 when the system was part of the Rim Worlds Republic, the building was a close copy of the Hofburg Palace found in Vienna, Austria on Old Earth. The ruler of Kolovraty at the time had wanted something beautiful and grand, and had looked to the distant past for inspiration. It had been badly damaged during the Amaris Civil War, but when the Lyran Commonwealth annexed the system after the war, Duke Sheridan's ancestor restored it to its former glory.
In the heart of the palace complex were a series of magnificent halls that could serve a variety of functions, and one of the most impressive was the Ceremonial Hall. It was here that Duke Sheridan was hosting the royal ball in honour of the Fusiliers. In attendance were assorted members of Kolovraty's nobi
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Nadir Jump Point
Gacrux, Lyran Commonwealth
1 April 3038
There was no denying that after a few days aboard Distant Memory, the presence of Wasp and Stinger had given the crew's morale a big boost. They were incredibly cute, as all kittens are, and many of the crew (notably the women) had dropped by Garadun's cabin when off duty to visit and watch them play or even just sleep.
The sight of them romping along the grav deck's main hallway was something that brought on many adoring smiles. Garadun didn't take them out of his quarters often, but when he did they always drew admirers. They were Sian-Xiaos, a small Capellan breed which was primarily descended from the Munchkin. It had been mixed with the Ragamuffin for a calm, friendly personality and longevity; kittens took almost three standard years to fully mature. It had then been further bred with the Siamese for colouration, with lovely blue eyes and medium-length fur. However, the k
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Outbound to Nadir Jump Point
Solaris VII, Lyran Commonwealth
19 March 3038
After three days aboard Shearling the biggest problem Cera had to deal with was boredom. The initial shock of take-off had long since vanished. There was nothing for her to do, not really. The running of the DropShip and its maintenance was in the hands of its capable crew. She didn't try to help them with their duties, knowing she'd only get underfoot. If someone asked her to lend a hand, then fine. Otherwise she tried to keep out of their way and not be a problem.
Watching 'Mech battles on the vid could only kill so much time before it got boring. It was an advantage for any ship in the Solaris system, getting to pick up broadcasts (often live) of the Games. But Cera was a mercenary now, not an arena fighter. Watching what was going on, keeping an eye on the competition, keeping up-to-date on the race for the Championship, knowing what the bookies were sayin
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Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
6 December 3038
The Kin Shan was a Union class DropShip converted to hauling cargo, although its bays could still be rigged to store BattleMechs if it was required. The Europa was a Mule class and completely dominated the tarmac at the Robert Marsden Spaceport. At 158 meters across it was almost twice the diameter of the Kin Shan. It massed three times as much and could hold more than eight thousand tons of cargo in its bays.
The arrival of both DropShips had made news on the local networks and was cause for celebration among the people of Kolovraty. Located as the world was on the edge of the Periphery, they didn't get nearly as many cargo ships each standard year as they'd like. Two ships loaded with merchandise at the same time was definitely something to be glad about. In addition to all sorts of regular supplies they also carried a lot of mail; the bulk of which was things people had o
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Nadir Jump Point
Bountiful Harvest, Lyran Commonwealth
21 July 3038
After five weeks aboard Distant Memory, as she made her way across Steiner space, things had become fairly routine for everyone. The crew would jump the ship to the zenith or nadir point of a star system, the area would be scanned for any other vessels and potential threats (the latter unlikely this deep in Lyran territory, but it never hurt to be cautious) and then when it was clear they would jump again an hour or so later to give people time to recover from the first jump. The new system would be scanned, and after it was declared safe they would unfurl the jump sail and begin the process of recharging. When the batteries were completely charged, they'd furl the sail and jump, starting the whole process all over again.
Days had a tendency to blur one into the other, but a few happy events broke up the monotony. The first was Alexandra keeping a promise she'd made
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Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
12 May 3038
The Fighting Fusiliers were a brand-new mercenary company and a small one at that, but traditions have to start somewhere. One thing that seemed to be emerging as a Fusilier tradition was taking on people who were misfits in one way or another.
Take their new recruit, Laura Bauer. She was twenty-six standard years old and tall and beautiful, with blue eyes and long blonde hair. But her model-quality looks weren't what made her a misfit. It was her record.
Hailing from the Lyran Commonwealth world of Mississauga, Laura came from a middle-class family with a history of military service. Both her parents had been in the LCAF as enlisted personnel. They had saved up and sent their daughter first to the Port St. William Military School, and then on to the highly respected Coventry Academy. Laura had thrived and worked very hard. She'd done so well in fact that s
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Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
26 April 3038
After a fortnight on Galatea, Garadun had come to a definite conclusion: he hated the place and was really looking forward to getting a contract so they could leave. It wasn't the city. Galatean City was a huge, modern metropolis that had just about everything you could want, and catered specifically to the needs of mercenaries. There were an endless amount of hotels, bars, restaurants, night clubs and casinos.
As for military hardware, that was as easy to acquire as a pair of shoes. Almost every manufacturer of weapons, munitions, vehicles, aerospace fighters, BattleMechs and even DropShips had offices or outlets on Galatea. So long as you had the money you could buy whatever you wanted. If they didn't have it in stock, they could order it. This might take weeks or months depending on where the factory was located, but it was available. With Alexandra's signature on the orders, Jimmy
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Solaris VII, Lyran Commonwealth
5 March 3038
Cera checked her pockets one last time to make sure she had everything, then locked the door to her flat and made her way down the stairs to the ground floor of her apartment building and out the front door, pausing to keep it open for Mrs Fujita, her elderly neighbour who thanked her for her kindness.
Garadun was parked and waiting for her in front of the building, and she quickly got into the car with him. Barely audible, the vehicle's electric motor revved higher as he got them going. His car was a Scarab, a common model produced by Gienah Automotives, who also supplied wheeled armoured fighting vehicles to the Lyran military. The car was affordable and could go for about 1500 kilometres before needing a recharge. Garadun's had its fair share of dings and scratches, with a rear bumper sticker that read MY OTHER CAR IS A BATTLEMECH. Which, ironically, was true.
The sky was dismally grey and overcast,
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Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
8 December 3038
Garadun sat in the command couch of his Hunchback, his feet up on the control panel and his neurohelmet hanging on its hook on the side of the chair as he listened to music and read a magazine. He was ready for the match, but Jimmy wasn't.
After asking for and getting a bunch of volunteers from the Innsbruck Militia's technical company to help him, Jimmy had gone to the abandoned factory the next day to set up remote holocameras all over the ruined factory to capture the entire upcoming match. Unfortunately, the job had been a lot more difficult than expected and they had had to continue their work all through Saturday morning, the day of the fight itself. It was now past 1600 hours local time and they were still at it. The holocameras had sat in sub-zero temperatures for more than a day and several of them had had to be replaced. Jimmy and his team were in the process
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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
Star Wars Forbidden Sentiment: Becoming Jedi pt. 1 The Dark Woman gave Kahan a sidelong glance as they walked through the Jedi Temple. He'd grown in the six years he'd apprenticed with her, standing just taller than her now. If the glances he was getting from the other young men and women in the Temple were any indication he'd grown in other ways as well...though those could be due to his unorthodox appearance. The black jumpsuit certainly was not the traditional attire of a padawan nor was the long braid that reached his waist traditional by any application of the word.Star Wars Forbidden Sentiment: Becoming Jedi pt. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of course their appearance had caused such a stir by now that she was certain that as they approached the turbolifts that would carry them up to the Council chambers that they'd already have fair warning that she was coming and with a strange young man who appeared to be her padawan no less. They'd be thrilled. They didn't exactly trust her or her methods...though that was not without reason. A few members of the Council over the years had even suggested that she
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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.
SW: New LifeAira-ty cried out in pain, clutching at the bedsheets and Triage's arm as her knuckles turned white. The medical droid gave what almost sounded like a sigh as he turned on her.SW: New Life in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Oh stop complaining, I'm the one who has to watch this disturbing display, all you have to do is push!"
Aira-ty's teeth formed a feral snarl as she shot daggers at the droid.
"I will kriffing scrap you! Do you hear me!? I WILL AAAAAH!"
Her words were cut off by another scream as her body again convulsed.
Kahan, her mind murmured. Please don't let me do this alone.
Through her gasps and cries, Aira-ty felt a reply.
Landing now. came her husband's voice, it wasn't the calm reassurance that she was used to, there was panic and uncertainty.
It wasn't what she wanted to feel, but knowing that he was within range of her thoughts reassured Aira-ty even as the latest convulsion rocked her body. She'd been so afraid that she'd deliver before Kahan could return, she'd struggled to hold on, being careful not to over-exert
SW: Anger of a Red Star“You going to be alright?” Aira-ty asked Hondo as they walked through The Wheel's promenade and towards the hangar where the Sleek Blade was berthed.SW: Anger of a Red Star in Sci-Fi More Like This
The weequay pirate chuckled and waved his hand.
“Oh I'll be fine, one thing you have to know is when to quit and with this new Empire running around killing everything in sight, I think it is time I retire...for a while at any rate.”
“You're always welcome with us.” Aira-ty said. “The girls always enjoy seeing their godfather.”
Hondo threw his head back and laughed. “Oh that's rich, I still can't believe you went to all that trouble to not only have me marry you a second time, but also be your children's godparent!”
Aira-ty smiled slightly. “Well you were a familiar face, and I don't have a lot of those left anymore.”
Hondo nodded, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I admit, when you first came to me and asked me to marry you to a jedi I was semi-speechless. Jan
Star Wars: Conflicting EmotionsAs the last of the armored figures collapsed in a heap, Kahan stood up and extinguished his sabers as he examined their adversaries.Star Wars: Conflicting Emotions in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aira-ty twitched and looked over at him in annoyance.
“These aren't Mandalorians.”
He blinked and turned to regard her placidly. “They're wearing the armor.”
“That doesn't mean anything!” she snapped angrily. “They're not Mando'ade!” she spat. “They're Death Watch!”
“You'll have to forgive me if I don't perceive the difference.” Kahan replied thoughtfully.
If not for the inquisitive gaze of his pale blue eyes Aira-ty might have attacked him right then and there. As it was, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she explained.
“It's the same difference as Jedi and Sith. Outsiders might not see the differences but they're there...and they're pronounced.”
Kahan considered for a moment before shrugging. “I will have to be more cog
SW Goldsaber: Ladies' NightThe orbit of Bespin above Cloud City blurred with psuedo-motion as the Imperial I-class star destroyer Dream Eater leapt from hyperspace. Alongside it a Mon Cal star cruiser reverted to realspace, its elongated and bulbous form in stark contrast to the star destroyer's angular arrowhead shape. Around the two warships smaller vessels jumped into Bespin's orbit and soon the entire task force was in view. Just a few short years earlier the appearance of the destroyer and cruiser would have signalled the start of a pitched battle, but the New Republic emblem emblazoned upon the destroyer's flanks gave lie to the stygma. These ships, once bitter enemies, now formed the core of a unified task force.SW Goldsaber: Ladies' Night in Short Stories More Like This
Standing on the bridge of the Dream Eater was Commander Quinn Shara, leader of Goldsaber Squadron and the task force centered around the star destroyer and star cruiser. Her unit had been on the hunt for months now and it was high time they took a break she felt. Nevermind the fact that Bespin wa
SW: Desperate FlightAlliance Rendezvous Point at Sullust, aboard the MonCal Cruiser LibertySW: Desperate Flight in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
SWtCW: The Gathering Shadows pt. 1A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....SWtCW: The Gathering Shadows pt. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Clone Wars: The Gathering Shadows
With the Clone Wars settling into a lethal deadlock, Count Dooku summons his senior military commanders to a secret meeting to finalize the plans for Operation Skyfall, but amidst the shadows lurks intrigue as jealousies and fears are played out and acted upon. It is a time when the young Conradin Hadranus must face the realities of the side he has chosen to fight on and come to terms with those who he would call allies even as they plot against him and seek his favored position under the watchful eyes of Count Dooku.
Meanwhile on Coruscant as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine orchestrates and plans the Republic's war effort he finds himself beset by a specter from his past who has returned to reclaim what he sees as his rightful place in the galaxy and he is not alone nor is he willing to accept that the times have changed and he is no longer necessary....
Surface of Cato Neimoidia, Nute Gunray's
SW: BelovedJaeriel looked up from her place lying on her bunk in the small cabin she had aboard the Alderaan's Tear as her door chime sounded.SW: Beloved in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Come in,” she called.
The door hissed open to reveal a sheepish Orchid, the blue skinned chiss girl shifted nervously, diverting her red eyes from Jaeriel's own dark blue.
“Jae, sorry to bother you.” Orchid said shiftily. “But my refresher is busted...can I use yours?”
Jaeriel smiled and nodded as she sat up. “Go right ahead, you don't have to ask something like that Orchid.”
Orchid nodded, coming into the tiny cabin as the door closed behind her while she reached up and pulled her shirt off, blushing under Jaeriel's intent gaze. Jaeriel sensed the other girl's discomfort and quickly looked away from her disrobing.
“Yeah,” Jaeriel replied.
“Do...do you really want to do this?”
Jaeriel frowned, turning to look at Orchid's back as she stood in front of the refresher d
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A Primer on the Lost Nations, in Relation to the Collectivist Internationale as of January 2024.
Distributed by [REDACTED]
To understand the Lost Nations, one has to see its origin and the fate of those ascribed to it; to list all these countries would be but distraction to this purpose. First coined independently across the Free Nations in the early 1930s, this peculiar term refers to those countries that crumbled under the Collectivists from the Terror onwards, and in particular to their "destruction."
In general, part of Red dogma involves the complete transformation of all men to the Will of the Workers. Particular emphasis was made on the blatant destruction of existing political and socio-cultural orders to fulfill this destiny. Regardless of race, religion, nationality or even purpose, they were all seen as "heretical," if not outright "abominations;" this even included, as some speculate, the very [REDACTED] themselves. And the Terror, from its beginnings around 1922-23, marked
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 8The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
17 March 1934
Eventful day to say the least. That was an understatement. Those words keep ringing in my head. Can't snap now. Have to stay focused.
Stayed in the room to monitor her progress. Needed to keep busy. Didn't sleep. Couldn't, even if I wanted to. Not after that. She woke up around 7 AM. Told me of another haunting dream. Said she heard desperate voices. Those of her mother. If only that were true. Quietly dosed her off before she could finish. Still too soon. Couldn't let her find out. Had the room under watch as I left. Seemed like a good idea then.
His Majesty called by noontime. Praised me for tremendous service to God, liege and country. With all respect, doubt I deserve it. Then he suggested that I return back to regular duties. A relieve from stress. His point was clear. My services were no longer needed. Or that nothing else could be done. Said something else:
"You've experienced the strangeness too, have you n
A RDNA-verse Tale: Interlude 4The few audio recordings that survive to this day were rigorously screened of any bizarre and sanity-breaking potentialities. This one, however, was retained, containing one of the stranger finds from those events. For reasons unknown, it was decided to leave this in the collection so as to give analysts a sense of the whole picture. More specifically, this concern Dr. Heisenberg's attempt to record his patient's condition in the early hours of 17 March 1934. Caution is advised.A RDNA-verse Tale: Interlude 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Office of the Prime Minister (1997)
*click*"This is Dr. Ludwig Heisenberg. It is the 17th of March, Saturday. Francesca's still asleep. She appears to be stabilizing. For her privacy, I've managed to have the guards keep their distance, to their relief. As an aside, there've been some unusual claims bei-" *static*"-eems drafty...odd. I must be hearing things. Swear I've..." *faint sounds followed by footsteps*"Is anybody there? I'm sorry, but show yourself, bitte. This room is of-"*cr
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 7The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
15 March 1934
Didn't think it would actually happen. Weeks of progress. Gone. All because of them. Perhaps it really started with that damn meeting. Maybe it would have happened anyway. But if not for that.
The envoy arrived promptly around 11 AM. Said his name was Col. William Parker . Looked the part. Had an upper-class English accent. Out of courtesy, and Francesca's safety, I was allowed into the meeting . Went as expected at first. A few pleasantries. A long discussion on the war in Canada. Yet there was something off. The man never touched the subject on aid. Seemed oddly sympathetic to the Reds. Grew more obvious as it wore on.
Then took a combat knife out of nowhere. Lunged straight at her. Shouted Red slogans as he tried mutilating her body. I was frozen. Everything went wrong. As the guards rushed in, he threatened to kill His Majesty.
Then she started laughing. Damn haunting laughs. Still
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 4The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4 March 1934
Not going mad. Not crazy. Take it easy. Checked on her early this morning. 2 AM. Several guards were running the motions. Heard rumors of a Red agent on the grounds . None of that was evident in her room. Just silence. She wasn't on the bed. No, she was at the balcony. Appeared otherworldly. Maybe the moonlight or the nightgown. Staring out into the blackness. Then she turned to me.
Her eyes seemed glazed over. Face had a small smile. Looked hollow. Said to me that she was back in Vienna. Told me of its elegance. Then of crowded, panicked streets. Reds, burnings and of screams and pain. Spoke of them as though she was there. Asked me if I recognized them. She was finding it hard to stand. Let alone control herself.
Then I saw him. On the ground below us. Had a rifle. Fired at me. No, she took the shot. At the neck. Fell from the balcony. Couldn't move away. Dead. She died for me.
No. That wasn't what happened.
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 2 The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
23 February 1934
It was decided that I'll need to take temporary lodgings in the Residence for the duration . Was assured that Bridget can come along and be looked after. Considerate of His Majesty, really. But looks like much work's ahead of me. I got to meet the patient. She waited in the reception. Offered to shake my hand. Smiled at me. It was tired. Forced.
She introduced herself as Francesca . There's an aura about her. Looked elegant. Delicate. Refined. Yet somehow there was clearly a look of sternness in her face. More of a fierceness that seemed to balance out her outward appearance. We chatted. Talked about the treatment at first. Then about my career. And other matters. Showed surprising familiarity on culture, history and a variety of topics. Widely read. No, too unusual for her age. Almost as though she had seen them herself. Must be imagining it. Doesn't make sense.
Then I saw the signs. When we discussed the Terror,
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 3The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1 March 1934
Harder to find time. Bridget is concerned for both of us. No significant progress. A few steps have been made though. This might work.
Began by trying to keep her isolated in the room. She complied well enough. Suggested to His Majesty that someplace completely unfamiliar was better. Was warned that at this rate it would be of little use. Claimed that she has a connection with the country and its people. That she couldn't let go entirely. Couldn't believe myself what he just said. Sounded like those deluded stories heard among some earlier patients . "Nations," personified countries, they said. Did he believe them too? I respectfully nodded. Had to take more drastic measures.
Commenced shock therapy trials  two days ago. Attempted to sedate her before the initial test. Dosage was insufficient. She started screaming. Defiantly. Fearfully. Madly. About the Reds taking her. That she lost everything to them. Then devo
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 1The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following are excerpts from the diary of esteemed analyst Dr. Ludwig Heisenberg, PhD. Recovered after his death in 1947, the original diary is now in the hands of the National Library of Sciences in Neu Wien. The entries seen here, however, are not officially on record. For these pertain to more private matters of state. More specifically, these concern the late Doctor's most enigmatic patient and his most tragic failure. As such, only authorized personnel and the Dynasty are permitted to look into these leaves. Any effort to expose the contents will be apprehended with zero prejudice.
-Office of the Prime Minister (1955)
21 February 1934
A largely uneventful sequence of events. Not too many patients came by today. Maybe a slow day. Maybe things are still hard to come by. I like to think both. Bridget  came back with slightly more food. Heard that rationing will finally be over by the end of this week. The children haven't come over
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The Personal Records of a Doctor
11 March 1934
Tried to shake off last night. Nothing else weird over the past days. Still find this whole Nation idea hard to grasp. The old priest clearly had other thoughts on the treatment. What did he know? Couldn't say. Even if he did, doubt he would say much. Apparently left early morning. Perhaps for my own good. When the time comes, maybe. This can still work.
Didn't want to ask the family on Austria or his wife. His Majesty made it clear. Too soon. About as painful for them as Francesca. Hesitant in any case. Had to look them up on my own.
Knew from research and hearsay that her name was Elizaveta. Said Francesca took after her. Well loved here as well as in Hungary. Should come as no surprise by now. Then Bridget stumbled upon something among a stack of papers .
Recognized the picture. One of the last groups of Hungarian refugees from the Continent. Came from different walks of life. Noble, soldier, banker, peasant, and so on.
A RDNA-verse Tale: Part 5The Personal Records of a DoctorA RDNA-verse Tale: Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
8 March 1934
More progress being made. Resumed treatment Tuesday morning. Visible outbreaks becoming increasingly rare. Considered altering the dosage. Need to speed up recovery. She agreed. Helped that she's doing her share of the effort. Her self-control still astounds me. Even stronger now. Had to keep reminding myself. She's not like most patients. No, any patient. Yet at this rate, there's a good chance. Only a chance. That this may actually work. For her own good. For all of us.
Thought came up lately. It's been years since the Terror. Katherine, Wilhelm and Jacques were with the Convoy . Was tending to some new arrivals when the news came. Still hard coping with their loss. Cousins, in-laws. Many others didn't make it either. Bridget had been lucky. Some of her friends and relatives managed to reach one of the last ships. Yet the pain didn't diminish. We weren't the only ones. Lovers, penmates, business associates, friends
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This is the last of the "bridging" stories/DLCs (Downloadable Content)
Normandy SR-2, Port Observation Deck, Space Dock 1, Arcturus Station
Ash took another sip from her glass. A synth heavy pop song from Illumiun played in the background. Behind her dock workers in space suits flew by, putting the finishing touches to the Normandy's new paint scheme. The Observation Deck was the only place on the ship that she felt comfortable. She could have used the Captain's quarters, but....
It still has his...scent. His quarters, his ship, I'm just a caretaker.
EDI's holographic interfaced popped up.
"Lieutenant Williams, you have a visitor," said the ship's A.I. in a soft feminine voice.
"Who is it?" asked Ash.
"Doctor Liara T'Soni," said EDI.
"Liara? Here? Tell her I'm Observation Deck," said Ash.
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Excerpt from Modern Galactic War by Paul Malthus, 3rd Edition , Made available for Extranet Scholastic Use by The Institute of War and Diplomacy, Vancouver Metroplex, North American Union, Earth, 2190 (1st Edition published by Banabar Books - 2184).
The Turian Navy
The Turian Navy, or Space Forces, posses the largest single combat fleet in the galaxy (10,000 units prior to the Reaper Invasion, current estimates stand at 3,300 units of all types) making it the single most powerful force in the galaxy. As the junior service within the Turian order of battle, the Navy's roles are as follow:
Support the Army in extra-planetary/out of area operations.
Patrol the borders of Turian/Citadel space.
Provide Peacekeeping support to Citadel species.
Secure lines of communications/trade between Turian colonies and to and from Turian space.
To fullfill these mission parameters, the Turian Navy relies on a large number of cruisers (estimated at 85% of the tot
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The Alliance Premiere Military Publication
"A Review of the Citadel's Military Forces: 2196"
April 2, 2196
by Lydia Mugabe
The reconstruction of the Citadel races military forces continues. While the galaxy returns to economic stability the Citadel's forces remain dangerously over stretched and in danger of stagnation, both numerically as well as technologically. Simply put, the cost of maintaining the current level of military spending strains the ability of each race economic models at a time of increasing instability along the edges of Citadel Space. With these factors in mind, we look at the current status of the different military forces across Citadel space:
Asari: The Asari military, once thought to be the most advance force in the galaxy, is still in disarray after the events of the Reaper Invasion. Asari commando units are embroiled in a low intensity civil war across Asari space, as the surviving Matriarchs duel for control of the remnants of the A
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From: Alliance News Entertainment Desk
September 5, 2195
Focus Shifts to Rannoch
By Joan Calder
MILGROM, BEKENSTIEN – The eyes of the galactic community are on Rannoch as the quarian gear up to throw the party of the decade in celebration of the end of the Reaper Invasion and their return to their home world. The lineup includes a week long series of massive concerts by the galaxy's best selling music artist, a three night show by none other than ELO and a long list of special guests. Rumor has it that at top of that list is none other Admiral Shepard as guest of honor. The Admiral has participated in a few of these types of events in the past years citing privacy concerns. Other rumors surrounding the event include a visit by a Citadel Councilor and a special announcement concerning the status of the geth within Citadel Space and even an to the quarians for full Council status.
Harmonia Silver Studios announced that it will release a special director's cut of Fleet and Flotill
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ANN News Desk
From Alliance News Desk on the Citadel
September 3, 2196
Alliance Dissolves TRS
by Amita Quita
PRESIDIUM, CITADEL- The Alliance Parliament dissolved Thompson-Ramos Security Services after Council investigation revealed it was a front company for Alliance Military extra-territorial operations. According to the Council's findings, the security firm served as a front for covert Alliance operations beyond Citadel space. These operations included raids on suspected terrorist strongholds, building a fleet of warships, arming and training of colonial militias in the Terminus Systems. All of these operations culminated in a major, and illegal, engagement in the Imri system.
Sources within the Alliance Parliament admit that the corporation bypassed or ignored multiple Citadel laws, but argued that TRS strengthen Alliance presence along the Terminus at a time of acute force depletion, stopped several slave raids on huma
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April 15, 2196
ELO Hits the Citadel
by Lourdes Chadacón
TAYSERI WARD, CITADEL- Ten thousand fans of the hanar stand up comedian who goes by his soul name "Enjoys the Laughter of Others" packed the Dilinaga Concert Hall. The hanar comedian from, known to its fans as ELO, has shaken the Citadel entertainment scene with a mix of topical comedy turning every cliche about hanar culture on its head with a combination of topical humor, acerbic language and incisive pop cultural observations that fit all members of its multi-species audience. In the words of one Asari poetess, "ELO's mastery of satirical language would make Sophita T'Lene (a famous writer of comedic/erotic poetry ca. 575 BCE) both peel with laughter and turn ten shades of blue."
However, ELO's public irreverence and the use of its soul name as its face name has cause a lot of consternation among the hanar community living in the Citadel as well as multiple protest fr
Mass Effect 3: Die for the Cause"Primarch Victus, fleet wide comm channel open," said the Indefatigable's communication's officer.Mass Effect 3: Die for the Cause in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Thank you. This is Primarch Victus to all ships. Some have described the liberation of Palaven as a miracle. It was nothing of the sort. It was the inevitable result of our alliance with the Krogan. Once bitter enemies, together we threw off the enemy from our sacred soil. Together we drove back those who sought to destroy us. Now we stand poised to join every sentient race in the galaxy in an attack on the Reaper's main force. Together we will go to Earth and defeat the dreaded enemy.
Earth, the home world of humanity. Once our enemy, our rival, our competitor in the galactic stage. We first met on the battlefield, then on the conference table. Over time we wearily eyed each other even as we tried to understand each other. Then Saren, a turian Spectre, one of our own, betrayed the Council and sided with the Reapers. On the Citadel the galaxy witness what h
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Mass Entertainment Broadcasting Studios, The Presidium, Citadel, July 5, 2196
Auramie J'Adala: Welcome to The Written Word, your weekly tour of the galactic literary scene, from fast pace action thrillers to classics from across Citadel space.This week I am happy to announce the long awaited followup to Walking with Primitives, Songs of the Young, from none other than Javik, the last living Prothean, will hit the shelves on October 1st to coincide with the tenth anniversary of the end of the Reaper Invasion. To talk more about the book and its illusive author we have with us today Gotham Galactic Chief Editor, Hirate Hitomi. Welcome to our humble corner of the Citadel.
Hirate Hitomi: Glad to be here Auramie.
Auramie: And I am delighted to have you here. Lets get right to it, shall we? I read the excerpts and I found myself delightfully surprised by them. I expect more of Mr. Javik's wry, sardonic
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December 27, 2195
2196: The Year of the Historical Vid
By Joan Calder
MILGROM, BEKENSTIEN - 2196 will be the "Year of the Historical Vid," claims vid critic Roger Eberron of Milgrom Morning News. A dozen vids based on historical events will be released next year as studios across the galaxy rush to cash in on the tenth anniversary of the Battle of Earth.
The year kicks off with the action/drama vid "based on true events", Archangel: Omega Nights staring Anton Vilius as the mysterious vigilante that shook up the Omega underworld and managed to unify the station's worst merc bands against him. Michael Betchel of Miraflor Studios, confident of the new franchise, personally signed the Turian action star to a multi-vid contract for an as of yet unspecified amount. At least two other movies Archangel: Illum Dawn and Archangel: Citadel Days were filmed concurrently with Omega Nights to be rele
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A pair of security mechs armed with assault rifles guarded the door. On the other side a vanilla painted room covered in windows on three sides. Beyond rose the tall spires jutted of Milgrom an archipelago in Sagan Bay. Mrs. Steiner's guests, some of the richest men and women in Citadel space, lounged around the room or queued to the bar for drinks.
Time to mingle," I said to Galeena. She moved to corner where she could see the whole room.
Pratchett Peters, of ExSolar Shipping, waved at me, "Theo, glad to see you again. Maybe we can get this shindig started already," he said. He ran a hand over a thin wave of blond hair, a vain attempt to forestall male pattern baldness. He leaned closer, his breath heavy with vermouth, "How's colonial life treating you, eh? I noticed an uptick in TRS stock. Anything I should know?"
I ordered Rum & Coke, "Just check the public record,
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Name: Brianna Bellan (bree-AHN-ah BELL-ahn)
Born: 28 BBY
Height: 5' 8" (1.72 m)
Hair color: Light brown
Eye color: Brown
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Intergalactic Freight Cooperative
Early Years (28 - 15 BBY)
Brianna Bellan was an only child born into an upper-class family on Coruscant a few years before the eruption of the Clone Wars. From very early on she developed the dream of living a simple, rural life. As she grew up she was frequently at odds with her parents, who wanted her to be the conventional upper-class gentlewoman.
As an upper-class family, the Bellans rarely experienced any of the horrors of the Clone Wars. Thinking it was too violent for their young daughter, they frequently censored Brianna's exposure to the outside world. This only strengthened her int
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Name: Cin Vhetin (Sin VAY-ton)
Homeworld: Unknown (Not discussed). Mandalore (Adopted)
Born: 27 BBY (Assumed)
Species: Human (Assumed, since he rarely removes his armor)
Height: 5' 11.5'' (1.79m)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Dark blue
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Imperial Correctional Force
Arrival on Mandalore and Early Career (14-9 BBY)
Nothing is known about Cin Vhetin before he appeared on Mandalore around 14 BBY as the trainee of the Mandalorian Rame Omotao. Thirteen years old and already an adult by Mandalorian standards, he usually kept to himself, rarely venturing outside his small group of friends that included Rame, his wife Mia, and a bounty hunter trainee named Brianna. His sudden appearance became cause of speculation and even suspicion among many Mandalorians and he still remai
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Name: Jayshiea "Jay" Elmerie Naer-Kolta (jay-SHEE-ah ELL-mur-ee NAYR-KOL-tah)
Alias: Jaimie Moqena
Born: 27 BBY
Height: 5' 9" (1.75 m)
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Brown
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Early years (27 - 10 BBY)
Jayshiea Kolta was born into a time of decaying stability; tensions were rising between the Republic and the increasingly daring Separatist movement, trade routes were more and more frequently attacked and plundered by pirates and mercenaries, and overall a sense of dread had settled over the entire galaxy.
Born into a large middle-class Corellian family, Jayshiea, also known as Jay, was more often than not overlooked and ignored when compared to her brothers and sisters. Her childhood was one of quiet tolerance; never approval and never love.
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“We live in a society too focused on physical strength, on sculpted muscles and athletic skill. Those are helpful, yes. A necessity to any warrior. But the true secret of power isn't strength but resilience. How much a warrior can take before falling. For you can shoot as many rounds as you want and still drop when you take a single one. But the ability to take rounds as well as send them is what separates the cannon fodder from true warriors.” – Alic Dzadz, celebrated Mandalorian strategist.
“The greatest warriors are the product of their defeats as much as their victories. Like the strongest of iron, their imperfections are hammered, their weaknesses pierced and battered, until they are forged into an indestructible force capable of standing
Star Wars: White Snow: Elimination ShowdownA muffled bootstep sounded next to her head and she craned her neck up, expecting to see Vhetin coming to help her. But through her watering eyes, she saw an armored form that while similar was definitely not Vhetin.Star Wars: White Snow: Elimination Showdown in Sci-Fi More Like This
This man wore battle scarred green-red armor and a shoulder cape and wielding a blaster carbine. Bright red blaster bolts lit the darkness around the walkway, hitting Tor in the head and shoulders.
"Oppo Tor!" the man shouted in a strangely familiar gravelly voice. "On the floor, hands on your head!"
Tor flailed his huge arms, then spun and slammed his thick, armored tail against the man's chest, sending him crashing into the wall. He fell to his hands and knees with a grunt, rotten wood chips skittering across the floor around him. He quickly shook it off, however, and stood with a muttered curse as Tor turned and stomped down a dark hallway.
He looked like he was about to take off after the Barabel when he paused and turned to Jay. Her eyes widened f
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Name: Rame Omotao (RAYME OH-moh-TAY-oh)
Born: 39 BBY
Height: 6' 0.7" (1.85 m)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Early Years (39 - 21 BBY)
Rame was born in the sprawling cityscape of Onderon's capital city of Iziz. Growing up in the city, with the untamed wilderness of the former Mandalorian world of Dxun just beyond his reach, he quickly developed a taste for a quiet, rural life. His parents nurtured and encouraged this, doing all they could to help him achieve his dreams. Even from a young age Rame was a very caring person, especially drawn toward animals. By the time he was ten he had gathered together a varitable zoo of various Onderonian creatures.
The majority of these pets
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Planet Xexeron, Fifteen Parsecs into the Unknown Regions
Draco strode up the huge stone staircase that led to his Order's sanctuary. Hidden deep in the recesses of a volcanic mountain, the enclave was the last of many temples built in honor of the Sith Lords that had conquered the planet's native inhabitants millennia ago. Twin hundred-foot-tall statues flanked either side of the staircase, arms stretched aggressively forward with huge stone lightsabers in their hands. Ash floated down through the air, reminding him of the Imperial mining facility on Mustafar.
As he reached the top of the staircase, he nodded to the four Stalker guards at their post. They bowed their helmeted heads respectfully and stepped aside to let him pass, lowering scarlet lightsabers they were ordered to keep activated at all times.
He gestured at the tall double-doors, which swung open at his prompting. The barriers slid open with a tortured groan, revealing a huge interior chamber with floors
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After fifteen minutes of waiting, Venku Skirata slid into a booth across from Vhetin. Vhetin looked up, pulling his helmeted head up from between his hands.
Venku was a few years younger than Vhetin's age of twenty, had a strong, handsome face, short black hair, and the dark eyes of Jango Fett that made him look at least twenty-three.
The clone blood in him was unmistakable, but his biological family was something of a mystery to everyone. His father was the clone renegade Darman Skirata, who Vhetin had met on several occasions. Exactly who his mother was, Vhetin had never asked; he could tell it was a touchy subject for the entire Skirata Clan.
Venku was dressed in dark gray-and-red beskar'gam with a silver shoulder pad, a yellow right chest plate, and a dark blue gauntlet. It was Mandalorian tradition to wear a piece of a loved one's armor in recognition of their memory. And when one had a family as big as Venku's... well, he'd begun
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Echo Snakes: Massive serpents that have lost their eyesight due to their time spent in the murky waters of the jungle’s rivers. They have since evolved to use echolocation to stalk their prey both within the water and out. They are highly dangerous constrictor-class snakes that are efficient ambushers and deadly opponents. Ranger Recommendation: Kill on sight. Teams of six or more Rangers are recommended. Do not engage near rivers or streams and do not engage while in the water.
Kalo Wolves: Large canine beasts with quilled backs and six legs. A distant relative of the strill, Kalo Wolves can be found across Mandalore, often in dense forests or jungles or in mountainous regions. The jungle variants have long, venomous fangs they use to paralyze their prey, leaving them to be
Star Wars: White Snow: Elimination Sneak PeekThe room was dark; that was the first thing Corey noticed when he stepped into the huge circular audience chamber, buried deep within the Falleen Prince Xizor's mansion on Naboo. He stood in the center of the huge chamber, stepping into a shaft of daylight that shone down from an aperture in the ceiling.Star Wars: White Snow: Elimination Sneak Peek in Sci-Fi More Like This
He knew there were many others in the room around him even if he didn't have the luxury of seeing them. He could feel their gazes on him, feel their anger and their contempt.
He ignored them all, instead standing at attention and hooking his gauntleted arms behind his back.
"You summoned me?" he asked.
There was no answer, only silence emanating from the darkness surrounding him. Corey waited exactly five seconds before saying, "I can only assume that it's because of what happened on Telos."
Again, he was met with only silence. After a time, he sighed and said, "Pardon my impudence, Prince, but I can't tell you what you want if I don't know what it is."
Finally, a voice spoke; the smoo
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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
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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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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?"
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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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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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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
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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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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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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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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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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
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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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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
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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
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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
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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 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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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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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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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
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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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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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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 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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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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"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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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