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Bah...write when you want, comment when you want. And of course, both when you can.
Thankee for reading and enjoying. Very nice! I had to read it twice to get what you meant, which tells me you pulled off the subtlety of not exactly stating the conflict perfectly.
(I'm kinda dense sometimes.)@Adwynyth: Oh thank you! That's high praise coming from you. Thank you
I loved your little piece. My imagination was just running wild imagining the looks on their faces. I do confess I have wanted to throw things at Gault @sthrift: Very nice read. Although I feel like there is something bittersweet around the corner....
@alaurin: Thanks for more wonderful things to read. I really feel a part of the family. Makes me wish I had sisters.
Thanks everyone for your encouragement and praise. I am thinking of writing a full story for my BH. I was just so excited when I unlocked the Sith Pureblood. I have many ideas
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My apologies everyone, I fell back into my lurking ways and forgot that I could actually comment.
After many hours of laughing, *sniff sniff* darn onions, white knuckles and angry glares at my screen I can tell you all that you are wonderful and I have enjoyed reading the last few pages worth of posts! Keep it up.
This little piece is from the prompt 'First Impressions' after I rolled a bounty hunter
With slow measured steps through the waves of burnt food, spilt drinks and keeping his head down, he finally turned down the corridor. The dank, dull brown walls, littered with ashy black marks did not cause the quick steps to slow.
Three figures, hunched over flashing, beeping and bloody noisy equipment had their backs to the man as his feet traversed the floor.
Their pupils widened and the females shoulders rose slightly at his entrance. His face darkened as an endless ream of images from an age long ago ran through his mind. All the same expression. Hands slip low to my waist as he clutched the cool, reassuring metal and he rocked back onto my heels.
In the corner the alien tinkering finally looked up.
"What the?" Chair legs splayed towards the roof.
Sirens, running, smoke, the smell of decay. The girl clutched at the bench behind her, the wretched sound of sobs filled the void.
"I didn't expect this sort of welcome for the next Great Hunt Champion."
The man in the centre stepped forward, his gait irregular, hair fringed with grey but clear eyes.
"Ale'cto. My apologies for the team...you...surprised them."
In the corner the alien had his arm draped over the girls shoulder and his spare fist curled tightly at his side. As Ale'cto stepped forward, he raised his arm towards the older man. His fingers closed.
"No!" The girl flung herself at Ale'cto, her limbs flailing as he grabbed her with his other hand.
"Mako! Stop; I'm fine. He isn't one of them."
"He sure looks like it." Her eyes narrowed as she look him in.
With hands firmly at his side, an easy stance and surrounded by people who could kill him, silence was his best choice. The alien moved in front of Mako and Ale'cto could smell him from the distance between them. Sweat, oil, dust, anger. Another step. Staring deep into the foreign eyes before him, a pale red face, threaded skin and short tendrils peered back in the reflection. Bags under his eyes and a resigned expression all left over from the day and the exhaustion of being alive. It didn't look like these people would treat him any differently.
"Ale'cto, you are our champion and we are your team"
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*drags the tent over in front of the inn*
Inn! There is an inn???
*Crashes through front door and deeply sighs at the sight of walls and a floor and warmth.*
Ah yes...this is more like it!
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*grabs chair, blanket and hot beverage.*
Im here for the long haul! Patiently waiting...
*tapping foot...*
Really enjoying it
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Character: Vannest (JK)
Spoilers: Endgame
Prompt: Confessions
I enjoyed it. All of it. I should know better than to let the wall down. Waves...crashing waves.
He moved slowly through the ship; a hand lingering on the wall. His fingers still tingling from the power that ran through them. They would never forget. With a turn, he slide down the cold wall and crumbled onto the floor.
Such power...I destroyed him. Over and over again, he ran the last 24hrs back in this mind looking for the key to unlock the answer to the question that was driving him insane.
From the cockpit Kira could feel the anguish running over the ship in waves; the wires, lights, gears, walls creaking, sparking in response. Dropping the datapad she ran to him. Vannest was her rock yet here he was slowly destroying himself. Her face furrowed as she tried to see beyond the pain but it was black. Kneeling before him, she took his calloused hands into her own.
'Van...breathe...hun just breathe.' She tried to sooth him but his mind was unreachable.
I can see her dying...again and again. That is what would have happened in Scourge had gotten his murderous way. Attachment...the thing that was forbidden. It gave me strength when hope was lost. The thought of losing her, of failing them all. There was no saving the Emperor. He had to die so I killed him but...he could have been save. The masters could have done something...they have saved Orgus and others before him. I made the choice. Just as I have before...What will they think of me? Have I fallen? What have I become?
'You have made that choice before. From Taris to the temple, every day you make that choice...good or evil, save or kill. Hope in this galaxy had left you long before you arrived at today. You have seen too much. You are justice.' The voice inside him grew louder.
Kira's mind was a whir trying to understand why he was struggling with the emperor's death. The temple had fallen that was all. She began to doubt that answer. Looking into his soul she could see the black inferno and she knew. Her knowing only had her love him even more.
'Vannest...look at me. You did the right thing. There was no other solution. Breathe...breathe.'
Vannest looked up into her eyes. The battle going on inside of him growing quieter as he began to understand.
'I. Killed. Him.' The confession tumbled out of his mouth. Lips moist with tears crushed his as Kira wrapped herself around him. Light poured out of her as she enveloped him with calm, love and most of all hope.
'You saved us all. Every choice you have made over the years has led you to this day. You are Jedi. You are hope to this galaxy and you are my love. Rest in that...rest my love.' She moved behind him and cradled him, rocking gently as she sang a soft lullaby.
'Sleep.'
Notes:
I always thought the the decision at the end to either save or kill the Emperor felt a lot like Anakin choosing between Mace or the Emperor and that killing the Emperor would deeply shake the Jedi Knight. So I wrote this. To face and destroy great evil a sacrifice had to have been made and for the Jedi, in my mind his belief in self would be shaken. Also, I believe that Kira would have supported him in either decision and for so long of her following him that she would finally get a chance to support and guide him.
Just my musings on the end of the Jedi chapter.
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Replies:
DarthSillyMonkey that was pure genius! I would have laughed harder had I not been at work! I can hear Mako's annoyance with being called Makes. He he.
Oh Bright...I wish I could read more of what you write but I dont want to ruin the Agent story line so I must hurry up and finished it. *drags popcorn over from Bright to the Agent class.*
Lady-Jean: Always amusing! Love the banter and the fact that the pairing are getting a reputation!
Alaurin: I feel for Mallay so much! Being sick sucks but it was a great way to finish that meeting with the senators off! Her and Aric are getting on brilliantly...hehe. Im tempted to roll a female Trooper such to watch the two of them squirm. Its so cringe some times but good cringe!
Thanks all for making my day so much better.
*pokes head out. Is it safe out in the real world yet??*
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@Marissalf: I have chuckled and shuddered often during conversations with Doc...he is certainly entertaining. My heart broke a little reading that. *Hugs Rissa*
Thanks guys for the feedback. I love reading your writing.
@YoshiRaphElan: Oh you...sniff sniff...Very good job at packing a lot of emotion into such a short peace. Good job Prudii!
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Prompt: Discoveries
Feat: Jedi Vannest and crew.
Title: You what?
Spoilers for crew, crew skills and thats about it I think.
My arm hung loosely around Kira's narrow shoulders as we ambled up into the ship. It had been a great night back on Coruscant after Belsavis. Some slightly more civilized company but only just. The opera was just fantastic and I felt almost normal as I took my girl out for some fun. I had kicked the rest of the crew off the ship for some well needed rest. Even big sith hopped off for the night. That did had a bit of arm twisting and promising that he could show me some dark side something...can't remember what exactly I had signed myself up for but I was just glad to have the ship to ourselves.
As the door shut behind us I turned Kira towards me, a cheeky grin already on her face.
'Yes?' My eyebrow was raised.
All the response I got was her hand pulling me down the stairs towards Doc and Scourge's quarters.
'Engine room hey?' It made sense, it was the last place that we had on our list. Getting into Doc's room was a bit tricky but hey, giving him credits for the night a few weeks ago worked.
As we were passing Doc's room I noticed the door was shut. Doc never shut his door...even when getting changed. My feet stopped before his door. Quiet music slipped into my ears. Sharply I turned to my girl. He was still here! A frown burrowed it's way onto my face. Stretching out I could feel Doc in there but he was calm, far more calm than I had ever felt him. I was annoyed that he had stayed on the ship.
With a wave of my hand the door was ripped off its hinges and I stopped mute in the doorway. Kira's hand shoved me into the room and I felt her shock radiate around the room. Doc was already on his feet, a thin, sharp object pointing out at me, so small I could barely feel in.
'What...what are you doing?' I shuttered.
On his bed, a ray of colours, sizes and textures overwhelmed my eyes and my fixed them back on the man in question.
'Well...this is awkward.' Doc ran a hand through his hair.
'So you know I'm good with my hands. Patched you lot up often enough. Well...it just seemed like a good thing to do to keep my fingers nimble and mind sharp when focusing on small details.' Words failed me. Beside me Kira moved towards the bed and held one up against her body.
'Ooo, this is great work. I mean not as good as mine but great. What size does it come in?' She bubbled with excitement.
'Hold on a minute! Doc what are you doing?!'
'I am a Doctor and a sewer.' He calmly pronounced this while leaning against the wall as if he was talking about another of his great conquest that night.
'You what?'
'I...make clothing; garments; things you wear.'
Silence fell between us.
'I'm going to get a drink.' I turned and marched out of his room and up to my quarters. My doctor is currently down stairs making clothing with my girl.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly drank that glass of whiskey.
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Hi, been AGES; finally got the game installed again...blah blah...long story short here I am. Quick word of thanks to all that have posted! I love reading the posts.
Taken from NotLP: First Impressions set around meeting Tanno Vik.
It didn't take Dorne and I long to get through the Imperial forces. Supposedly some of them were called elite forces? With Dorne keeping me alive nothing could stop us getting to our objective and getting off this planet.
Standing over his body as he rested forward in the chair, I looked down on the newest member of Havoc. Everything in his file already made my face pull back in a tight grin at the possibilities this man would unlock within the team but underneath what I had heard and read I was concerned.
'About time. Now can I kick that sorry sack to the curb?' His voice was rougher than I had expected but steady. Beside me Elara stiffened.
'You will address me as sir. Is that clear?' Protocol was not his strong point.
Soon I had dealt with the politician and was finally back on the ship seeking permission to get off this rock. Behind me the rest of the crew assembled; including Vik.
'Well done Havoc, good to see the latest member has arrived. Any trouble with him?'
'Nothing I couldn't handle' I grinned. Dorne let out a regulation approved tight smile and stepped up to my side.
'Permission to speak sir?'
'Granted as always.' I knew what was coming but at least she was saying it not me. Vik scared me. Not in the physical sense but my concern was that he would rat us out for profit at the first sign of opportunity. Elara was my biggest concern, she's all I got now. I pulled myself back into reality and added the final word to the conversation.
'We need Vik and until we don't need him we are stuck with him.'
'Thanks for the warm welcome guys.' His cold eyes fixed on Dorne. After signing off with Garza I followed Vik back to his quarters.
'Don't you ever think about crossing me; bringing harm to this team, especially Dorne. Any sign of trouble and I will not hesitate to arrange a nice 'accident'. She is my world and you hurt her, put her in danger for profit, disrespect her, look at her wrong and so help me, I will come down on you like a ton of bricks.' My voice dropped as I held him up against the cold, pale wall, my eyes locked on his.
'I got it...sir' My hand relaxed and he straightened. My legs carried me out of his room and to my bed, to Dorne and I was for a moment relaxed. I would have my eyes on Vik and I certainly don't trust him.
After meeting Vik and letting Elara speak I really wish I had socked Vik one when I had the chance.
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This will loosely the main trooper story but with my take on it. I felt it could have gotten a lot more personal than it did between Tavus and the trooper so thats my aim here.
Feedback is always appreciated, especially on my writing style.
On board:
After turning down endless corridors and going up in the elevator Seron finally beheld his Thunderclap, a bit battered and bruised after the last blockade they had to run on Taris. Clenching his jaw he rode up into the belly of the beast and left his lifeline safely strapped down for the foreseeable future; a hand lingered on his paint tin as he turned to leave the room. The cold metal floor and walls closed in around him as Seron climbed the stairs to his chambers, he could hear Aric down the way going through the ships supplies again but Seron hurriedly closed the door and sank onto the bed. Black leather gave way to the crisp white and orange of his chest plates and the boots were lovingly tucked away for another time. Reaching into his wardrobe he brought out each piece of his armour and meticulously pulled on each piece. Before pulling on his gauntlet his eyes gaze over the tanned hand and stop on the pale piece of flesh on his fourth finger on his left hand. Quickly it is hidden from his mind. Carefully he parted his hair around his Zabarak visage and stood silently staring at the foreign figure reflected back at him. He leaves his helmet on one of his storage boxes and sullenly leaves the room. They are waiting.
Strong and strict, the general stands at the bottom of the ramp leading up into the ship. A critical eye runs over the burns marks on the hull and Aric stands a little straighter as she turns to him. Leaning against the doorframe Seron can see the toll that the years have taken on her as they are finally catching up to her. She's a fighter and a survivor he thought as he snapped to attention.
'Seron, it's good to see you in one piece. Please lets take this on board.' No rank…this must be sensitive. Seron ran his mind over the last few missions and wondered what had gone wrong. The three of them gathered in the meeting room on the lower deck; each taking a seat just the right distance a part from each other and waited.
'Aric, you are dismissed. When I am finished with the general you may recall the rest of the crew from shore leave.' Garzas' eyes locked with Seron's hazelnut brown eyes as he gave the command.
'Tavus is going after Melanie. He wants you out of the picture or distracted and this will get him what he wants or so he believes. We already have her being monitored and …' Seron stood jaw clenched. Behind his eyes a battle was being fought and Garza leaned forward onto the balls of her feet. If that bastard thinks going after Melanie will do him any good he has got another thing coming, he thought.
'Get me all the intel you have on his movements and the files on who is assigned to her and Ill find a way to handle this. General, this is on me and I want free reign to handle this however I see fit. No questions asked and no fraking senate interference.' The general calmly rose to her feet, ignoring the breach in the line of command. A slight nod of the head and she turned, leaving the lieutenant with his thoughts, planning their next step.
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This is a Trooper tale based around my Trooper. It will contain spoilers from time to time.
The dark leather jacket, crumpled and creased hung over the left handle bar of the stormy grey Ubrikkian Striker. A loose scarred fist that was connected to a strong tattooed forearm linked the right handle bar to the tall uninviting figure that lounged over the speeder. The black skull on the top of his red helmet sat facing the rear of the speeder, leaving Seron’s steel blue eyes exposed to the harsh sunlight and the stinging spray from the beach. Sand rose up the front of the cracked boots, speckling the black. Leaning over the speeder anyone could see the scars that ran from his right ear to his chin, a token of one of his many conquests but if they looked closer at the speeder instead of giving it its wide birth, they would have seen a most peculiar sight. Poking out of the saddle bag was a smooth shiny, pale wooden stick and the top corner of a tin splattered with paint. If any of the frightened beach goers had bothered to give him more than a cautious glance they would have seen the stretched canvas sitting underneath the helmet and realised that today, Seron wasn’t looking for a fight. He was looking for a view.
His head turned slowly, calculating the site before him until a satisfied smile settled on his features. A heavy foot crunched into the sand as he stepped down from the speeder. After freeing the splattered paint tin and tucking the canvas under his other arm he strode over to the rocks to the north west of his position. Setting himself up, Seron began to fill the small canvas with the view. The white gave way to deep blues and rugged outlines were over time filled out into rocks. Delicate brush strokes built up the image of the chaos of nature. Minutes turned into hours and the knots in Seron back began to unwind.
Without looking he reached down with his brush to dab it into the blue mix below but he jerked to a stop when the soft, instant chim of his holo broke his concentration. He waited for it to stop but no relief came. A frown moved onto his face as be snatched up the offending device.
'Aric you had better be telling me Garza is on fire and the Senate is running around nude because its my day off and anything less will not work!' An angry glint was evident in his eyes as he spoke to his junior officer.
'Garza is on the line. She won't tell me what's going on but promises to explain in person.'
Seron took a moment to reply. If Garza wanted to meet in person this will be important. He thought.
'Im on my way.' Slowly and deliberately he packed away his supplies after washing each brush thoroughly. Returning to his speeder he made sure everything was strapped down before climbing on. The vibrant colours before him took on a dull tint as his helmet distorted his view. A heavy sigh of the shoulders and Seron began the ride back to the spaceport.
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Thought it was about time I told you how much I love your writing and this story. It is what makes me switch to my Bounty Hunter character when I log in! I love how she has developed and grown through the story.
On a side note, I can see how Mako could be as annoying as you portray her
Keep up the great work!
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I am loving it so far! Its great to have been able to follow the progression and developments that this story and characters have taken! You have done a marvelous job and I hate to see it end!
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Here you go guys. I am not sure if there are any spoilers in here but just being safe. Enjoy.
Three...two...one! Wait! What? Where'd he go? The answer come thundering down as a vibrosword swung down in front of Tyrone as he threw himself into a rushed backwards roll. He brought his pistols up in front of him and unleashed all they had. Flashes of red flung themselves at the hulking figure that rushed towards him.
'You will have to do better than that to surprise me youngling' the gruff voice echoed around the cargo hold.
Tyrone's face pulled together in a snarl as he launched himself into a full sprint, running in a collision course with the Dashade. His eyes were pinched tight as testosterone raged through his changing body. A solid thud thundered through the ship as Zabrak and Dashade came together in a glorious tangle of arms and legs, neither noticing the thuds that they were making slowly bouncing a deep red and blue vase off the top of one of the crates. A shatter brought the two combatants to a terrified halt.
'Now look what you have done you hulking relic!' Tyrone spewed as horror and fear seeped into his body. Not mum's favourite vase! I'm so not getting the upgrades for my blasters!
'Relic? Relic! I ought to devour you, you pup!' Khem roared.
'I'd like to see you try! Too old to kill any more sith or jedi! Just stuck with baby sitting duty that I don’t need!' Neither figure noticed a tall shadow cross the room and stand watching them, arms folded. Shouts and threats grew louder and more outrageous!
'Enough!' Lightening crackled through the room, bouncing off the ceiling and onto the floor. Both Tyrone and Khem froze, what hair the pair had standing on end.
'Khem, my Shadow Killer, what on Hoth are you doing yelling ridiculous threats at my 16 year old son! Do I need to let Zash out for a little while?' The green in Khem's face grew even paler.
'And Tyrone! Homework! Now! I don't want to see you until you have memorised all of Havoc squads tactics and THEN you will clean out the engines!' A heavy sigh left the teenagers lips as he stomped off to his room.
Nirre lent against the wall staring at the broken pieces of her vase, her priced possession given to her on her wedding day by her mother. Warm arms surrounded her thin waist and drew her close.
'That was my favourite...Those two will be doing dishes TOGETHER for a long time to come.' A soft chuckle reached her clear blue eyes.
'Don't worry, I can always steal you another one! I know that woman has another five or six.' A warm grin spread across her face.
'Revel, you pirate! Stealing from your mother-in-law! That’s why I married you.'
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Totally agree with you there! You dont mess with Mama Lizard!
Yep! Makes me cry too!
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Must say, Shattered is one of my favourite instalments! Really emotive!
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Oh im excited to see you are back! So sorry about your mum
Looking forward to seeing more from you!
Thankee for reading and enjoying. 
I loved your little piece. My imagination was just running wild imagining the looks on their faces. I do confess I have wanted to throw things at Gault 
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*sneaks a handful of popcorn*
*curls up on the couch*