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Post by Alyva on May 21, 2007 15:23:45 GMT -4
Me, too. Do you do fic requests?
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Post by Force_Flow on May 21, 2007 21:08:29 GMT -4
Depends. What's the request?
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Post by Force_Flow on May 27, 2007 13:28:17 GMT -4
Explosion takes place on a planet known as Apatros, inhabited by the human survivors of a once-glorious civilization. For a century, however, they fought among themselves. Eventually they knew the hush of peace that blanketed the land. That was until the discovery of Imulsion, a phosphorescing, low-viscosity fluid. Discovered by an oil-exploration drill, it was unusable until a woman named Dr. Helen Cooper created the Lightmass Process, which enabled production of cheap energy. The world economy soon collapsed due to its extremely low price and the elimination for the need of hydrocarbon and nuclear fuel sources. The few countries that had an overabundance of Imulsion under their feet soon found themselves at war with nations who were not as lucky, and so began the Pendulum Wars. During the 79-year war, the Coalition of Ordered Governments, or COG, became a legitimate minor political party. Founded long before the Pendulum Wars by fanatical socialist Alexiy Desipich, the party operated according to an obscure world-government philosophy based on eight guiding principle values: Order, Diligence, Purity, Labor, Honor, Loyalty, Faith, and Humility.
The Pendulum Wars ceased on what is now called Emergence Day. In less than 24 hours, a ravenous species known as the Locust burst from under the ground and attacked every major city on Sera. By the time human forces pulled together to form an effective defense, it was too late. The Locust Horde had already taken control of the majority of the world's urban, military, and manufacturing centers. Billions lay dead, approximately one quarter of Apatros' population. The COG took matters into their own hands and re-enacted the Fortification Act, allowing martial law to be placed on all remaining survivors from the initial invasion. All survivors were ordered to evacuate to the Jacinto Plateau, a safe haven that the Locust Horde could not penetrate from the underground due to its thick granite substrata. Survivors who could not make it to the plateau were given the following apology: "For those citizens who can't make it to Jacinto, the Coalition appreciates your sacrifice. Please forgive us, this is the only way." Orbital particle laser weapons were used in a scorched earth strategy to deny the Locust Horde survival on the surface, forcing them to stay in their underground warrens. This war would continue for another year until High General Victor Hoffman sent a distress call to Coruscant.
Somewhere around the second year, Jacinto was being fortified into an unassailable fortress. Its once-magnificent cities, envied for their beauty, were soon converted into military defense platforms. The plateau's natural fissures and utility systems were destroyed or flooded with nerve gas to delay the Locust Horde's inevitable attack. People who had made it to Jacinto Plateau, but were not in the army, were called the Stranded. The Stranded were living in horrible conditions and malnutrition, and have to find ways to defend themselves. When the Locust began their attack on Jacinto, the distress call finally got to the Chief of State of the Republic, Mon Mothma. Disturbed by this call, she forwarded it to the Yavin Academy, where Naos, Scout Gash and Nait Gash were training their newest batch of Jedi. Soon, they all got into an argument about their duty to the planet, and finally, Naos gave up, and Nait and Scout left to help out Apatros. They had promised to contact the Academy as soon as the war was over, or when they needed help. They took their Padawans: me, and Myrrah Stanton.
There were many battles fought between the Gears and Locust. We joined the ranks of Gears, all Force Sensitives. We were told to inject ourselves with this green fluid that doubled our powers every seven hours. Soon, it started to take over. Some people had an allergic reaction to the fluid, and instead of helping the nerves, it turned the nerves against it. It was natural for white blood cells and antibodies to go charging after it to try and destroy the virus. But the body overcompensated, and soon the ones allergic to it were racked with pain, and parts of skin quickly turned black. There was no cure, and it spread rapidly. Not a lot of us got it, but I did, and so did Myrrah: even her Master, Scout.. It spread through the Stranded, too, and soon more people were dying because the army didn’t bother to see if we were allergic to it or not. They couldn’t afford to stop giving it to us, though, so it was disguised as a vaccine. It was like they were trying to turn us into mutants.
This disease was called geostigma, and it killed. The planet’s future was crumbling, and we couldn’t do anything to stop it.
But nothing’s impossible.
Let me start from the beginning.
- Shane Darro-- THE LOTUS, HYPERSPACE, 0400 HOURSNaos scattered away from the falling chunks of the building around him. A massive explosion rocked the structure, and he gasped as he fell down flat on his face. Angrily chiding himself for falling down as easily like that, he got up. The blonde-haired Jedi Master ran foreword, using the Force to move most ‘unmovable’ chunks of ancient rock. Smoke suffocated him, and he was forced to hold his breath, also using the Force to clear his body of toxins when he was forced to inhale. Of all the things he learned, why didn’t he listen when Master Soi’ak explained how to lengthen the time the blood and lungs could go without oxygen? Force, he had been stupid when he was a child.
As he stumbled outside, he had a half a mind to turn around and go inside the burning deathtrap he had narrowly escaped. It was a living hell outside. Most buildings were aflame, while large green humanoids and armed forces battled with each other, each expending about two-hundred rounds per second. Naos recognized two people in the latter group. He breathed in a large amount of air to call out to him, but it was instead used in multiple grunts as one of the green humanoids spotted him and decided he looked like a neat punching bag.
Naos got a good look at it, and it was scarier up close. With triple rows of pointed teeth, it stood around seven foot, with about a four-foot long gun. Saliva dropped from the fangs, and the scaly-like skin glistened with sweat. With the one look Naos got into its’ eyes, he saw only an animal hatred for him and everything that moved. For a moment nothing else happened. Then the creature reached out to take his neck. As clawed hands wrapped themselves around the desired target, Naos was lifted off the ground. A normal—but probably sensible—human would’ve fainted, but Naos kept trying to reach out for his lightsaber, which he had attached to his belt as an experiment. Suddenly shots rang out nearer than normal, and the creature’s head disappeared. The grip was relaxed, and Naos breathed in much needed air. He looked towards his rescuer.
Nait waved at him, smiling broadly. Naos grinned. “You owe me dinner!” Nait yelled over the noise. “Now get to the truck!” Naos was on the verge of saying ‘what truck?!’ when he noticed it, just to his left. It was being loaded up with the civillions lucky enough to get in. Many people seemed to be fighting for seats. Naos looked over at Nait and nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but Nait was locked in battle with five of the green things. He ran foreword to help, but stopped suddenly. No. This was bad. Nait had been knocked to the ground. As he gazed up at the oncoming enemy, he tried to reach for his machine gun, which had fell several feet to his right. You idiot, use the Force! Naos thought. He didn’t have time, though, because the leader of the green things brought his leg up, and slammed his boot on Nait’s throat.
Naos closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn’t mask out the unexplainable ripped feeling he felt. Then he opened them, careful not to look at the still form of Nait. Before he could run towards their leader and rip out his heart, he heard a scream. No! Not you, too, Scout! It was. The blonde-haired Jedi Master shrieked with agony. She ran foreword and clutched her brother’s body, shaking him. “Nait, wake up… wake up…” he heard her say. It all ended in sobs. The air around her crackled with electricity as she brought her hand out, palm foreword, and blue lightning came out, catching the leader in the chest. But nothing happened.
The leader chuckled and hit her round the head with his large fist. Naos tried to move, but he couldn’t. No. He couldn’t let Scout die, too! No!!! The sound of her neck snapping was a sound Naos was certain he’d never forget. But she wasn’t dead. Their leader chuckled, and took her by the throat, squeezing the life out of her. She lay limp in his grasp.“NO!!!” He woke in cold sweats. He turned his head, almost expecting to see the vile image before him. He noticed that tears were coming down his face, and his breath was coming out in sharp jerks. “Are you okay?” He stood up quickly, reaching for his lightsaber, just out of habit. His hand stopped above the hilt, and he looked at the concerned face of Scout. She walked foreword, dressed in a simple blue nightdress, with small vine-like green lines decorating the front. He noticed it only came down to her knees, and she was barefoot. Her long hair blonde hair was freshly washed and brought behind her head. He looked into her piercing sky-blue eyes and saw compassion there. Compassion for him. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine…” Naos said, wiping his eyes quickly with his hand. “No you’re not,” Scout said, coming closer. She put a hand on his shoulder and guided him to the bed. “You don’t have to tell me what you dreamt, but I would like it. You radiated so much fear, I had to stop Nait from launching an official investigation. Jaskia even called and asked if anything was wrong.” “Tell her to stop worrying about us, and worry about herself for once,” Naos snapped. Jaskia had gone against all their wishes and took the most dangerous position in the Order by liberating all the enslaved peoples in the Outer Rim. There was already a large price on her head. It was a conversation with much disagreement between the ‘Fearsome Foursome’. “I have said that,” Scout said. “Many times. But does that stop her? No. You never answered my question: are you okay?” Naos’ shoulders shook with small sobs. Scout wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. She started humming a tune that slowly got stronger, and he became humming with it. “When there’s nowhere else to turn,” she sang softly, “All your bridges have been burned. Feels like you’ve hit rock bottom. Don’t give up, it’s not the end. Open up your heart again. When you feel like no one understands where you are.”Naos started to sing, too, unaware of his hiccupping sobs. “Someone loves you, even if you don’t think so. Don’t you know? You’ve got me and Jesus… By your side, through the fight, you will never be alone, on your own. You got me and Jesus…”“Never thought that song would cheer me up,” Naos muttered. “I used to hate singing it. You loved it, though, huh?” “I still do,” Scout said. “You want me to stay in here with you for a while? Until you get to sleep?” Naos paused for a moment. “I think I’d like that,” he said. Scout moved to get up from the soft bed, and he lay down. Then he grasped her wrist. “Could you stay here, though?” He felt the shock emit from her, then the ghostly pleasure which she tried hard to hide. “Uh…” she said. “That would be a bit… unwise, don’t you think? What if someone happens to come in? It would look a bit… suggestive.” “I thought you didn’t care what others thought about you unless their opinions mattered,” Naos said. “Please?” He felt the tense muscles in her arm relax, and she nodded. She backed up and sat down on the bedside, laying down next to him gently, as if he was still asleep. She lay her head down right in the crook of his chin and shoulder, and closed her eyes. She snuggled closer to him, and he felt her shudder slightly. He wrapped his arm around her petite frame. “Thank you,” Naos said softly, but she was already asleep. He lay there for an hour, just watching her breath in and out. He detected movement under her eyelids, and once she made a small laughing noise in her sleep. “Good night, Scout,” he said, and went to sleep, too. He didn’t have anymore bad dreams. -- 0900 HOURSHours later, the two had shifted in their positions so they were in the center of the bed. When Nait entered, he spent a few minutes gawking at them, and then Scout’s older brother turned around and motioned to the two Padawans behind him to take a look and see. Myrrah and Shane giggled at the sight, and Nait saw longing in Shane’s big brown eyes. Myrrah bit her lip, and her shoulders bobbed up and down in silent laughter. “Watch this,” Nait whispered theatrically. Nait took three long strides into the room until he was at the foot of the bed. He bent his knees, and jumped foreword, landing right in the middle of them both. Surprising a Jedi while sleeping was usually not a good idea, and especially when they were cranky and had access to a lightsaber on the bedside table. Myrrah and Shane decided to help by sending the lightsaber shooting off in the other direction so both Jedi couldn’t get to it. The reactions were hilarious. First, Naos shot up and reached for his lightsaber. When he found it wasn’t there, he looked at Nait, putting both fists up, intending to fight with his hands. When he recognized his long-time friend, he bared his teeth in anger. Scout had rolled of the bed and got up in a classic fighting pose, and Nait was thrown over the side of the bed with a little Force Push. Shane and Myrrah were on all fours, laughing so hard tears were flowing freely down their cheeks. “Nait!” Scout said shrilly. “What in the Nine Hells did you think you were doing?!” “Protecting my kid sister from the bad men,” Nait said, feigning innocence. “Just get out!” Naos growled. He turned to Scout, his face unexplainably softer. “You go ahead and go back to your room, Scout, if you want to.” Scout nodded, still taken aback by her brother’s sudden appearance. “Gotta get dressed anyway. Myrrah! Stop laughing and come on.” Scout’s face flushed into a deeper shade of red as Myrrah got up and put a hand over her mouth to suppress her giggling. “Your reactions were priceless,” Shane said, clutching a stitch in his side, mouth still open wide in laughter. “I said get out,” Naos said, and Nait shrugged, putting his hands up in mock-defense. “Now.” “Okay, okay…” Nait said. “Fine by me, soldier. Later.” And everyone left the room. Naos looked at their retreating backs, and closed the door. He was seriously starting to question why he hung out with those guys. - 0954 HOURSIn the cockpit of the Lotus, Nait found out that—quite surprisingly—this ship hated him. He had reached over to take them all out of hyperspace, and accidentally activated one of the three escape pods. R2-D2 had to connect himself to the ship’s HUD to bring it back, which left Shane speechless at his Master’s bad piloting. “Yeah, I know,” Nait said as he patted R2’s dome. “I hate flying. It’s for droids.”
“Oh really?” Scout asked, coming into the cockpit, dressed in her regular Jedi Robes. Her hair was pulled back into a French braid, which kept it out of her eyes. “I love flying.”
“Only because you blew up the Executor,” Nait muttered. “That was my kill.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Scout said. “You got to take out the main reactor in the Death Star. Lando just happened to help… and blow the thing up.”
“Har har,” Nait said. “Very funny.”
I had another dream. Scout’s voice echoed in his mind. He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Shane, go tell Naos and Myrrah we’ve made it to Coruscant.”
As Shane left, Nait turned to Scout. “One of the special ones?” Nait asked. Scout nodded. “Good or bad?”
“Bad,” Scout declared. “I must’ve ripped it from Naos’ mind while we were asleep. Are you familiar with a planet called Apatros?”
Nait nodded. “Just that it was Darth Bane’s homeworld, and that he used to mine corotis there before the Brotherhood of the Sith found him.”
Scout walked foreword and pulled up the information. “They’ve had a seventy-five-year-old war going on over something called Imulsion. It hasn’t ended, yet.”
Nait rubbed his temples. "Let's wait and see before we go rushing into things, okay?"
Scout nodded regretfully.
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So, how do you guys like it? I'm not good at writing dialogue, and to me it seems like the action scenes are too short. This is just a draft of the first chapter. Do you like it? Be as hard as you want to be: I want to make this into the best fic I've ever written.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 3, 2007 10:48:43 GMT -4
“Jaskia!”
Scout spotted her blue-haired friend on the Coruscant landing pad, reserved only for high-class citizens, and broke out into a large grin. She even heard Nait sigh in relief behind her. Why wouldn’t he? He hadn’t seen his best friend, almost like another sister to him, in almost a year. Scout had good reason to believe he was still infatuated with her. They had a recent argument about her position in the Order, which ended up with a very sore Nait, mentally and physically. Jaskia had left in a huff, and ran many successful missions, supplying the Jedi with many willing Jedi candidates. Though she had a few problems with a woman named Mara Jade, and maybe a bit an inconvenience with Kyp Durron, Jaskia was responsible for the last two-hundred candidates, all under the influence of the now-destroyed Shadow Academy in the Imperial Remnants. The Jedi have gotten so big due to her efforts, in a matter of time they would rival the Jedi of old. It had been only a year or two since the Death Star II had been destroyed, so who knew how much the Jedi would grow in the next five years?
Naos and Myrrah brought the ship down, and R2 opened up the ramp. They all practically ran down the ramp, and Naos hugged Jaskia tightly, then Scout, then, though hesitantly, Nait. Myrrah and Shane just shook her hand. “It’s so good to see you guys again,” Jaskia said, and though the words probably one hundred less than what she wanted to say, it came from the heart. “Wow! Eleven months, huh?”
“I know,” Scout said. “Too long.”
Jaskia lowered her hood and shook out her hair. She had cut it short, just below her ears, and wore multiple earrings on her right lobe. Her normal Jedi cloths had taken a little spin, and instead of light brown and brown hues, it was mostly green and dark green. Jaskia noticed them staring and grinned. “So how’re you guys doing?” she asked, turning towards Myrrah and Shane. “These guys killing you?”
“No, not yet,” Shane said, grinning.
“But they occasionally make us do back-breaking labor for a week or two,” Myrrah added, then shrugged. “Can’t wait ‘till I’m the Master, ma’am.”
“You should take a Padawan,” Naos suggested as they walked slowly towards the exit. “It would make us worry less.”
“I’ve got Loony here to watch after me,” Jaskia said. “He’s my new R9 droid. Like him?” She pointed to her modified starfighter. Neither of them could tell its’ model, but it looked like a smaller version than the XJ-series X-wing. It had a star-flecked body of irregular, matte-black fiberplast that looked like it rendered it almost invisible in open space. But that was all. The only thing that stood out was the green and red astromach droid making repairs. “Say hi, Loony!”
The droid warbled a reply and got back to its work. “I modified this myself with those books Naos got me. I love this baby. I call it the Hawk-Bat. It’s a modified version of the XJ3 X-wing. There’s three torpedo launchers, ‘cept I replaced the third launcher with a gravtic modulator designed to defeat mass-detectors, and its shields have been downgraded to make room for a suite of sensor negators. Even its engines have been retooled to burn a special tibanna isotope, courtesy of Lando, which turns dark a millisecond after fusion. And the viewports utilize the best blast-tinting tech.”
“Wow,” Nait breathed. “I’d love to try this baby out.”
“The proton torpedoes are replaced with custom-made shadow bombs, and it can carry everything up to the glop bomb.” Jaskia sounded so smug about her craft, it reminded Scout about the time when Jaskia threw up her first time piloting a ship. She had gotten past her motion sickness with only a little difficulty, and was now one of the best starfighter pilots in the Galaxy, second only to Nait.
“Wow,” Naos echoed.
“You really worked on it, didn’t you?” Myrrah asked, and soon Jaskia was bombared with questions from both Myrrah and Shane.
“How many people does it hold?”
“How many seconds past lightspeed does it go?”
“What’s the comm. system like?”
“How do you come up with all this stuff?!”
“How do you guys come up with all these questions?” Jaskia asked, acting like answering their questions made her older, not younger. “It holds two, it goes 5.7 past lightspeed, the comm. is second rate ‘cuz I prefer not to use it, and I’m just naturally talented.” She grinned at the two. “Okay, everybody. Ice cream on me down at Theata’s Creamery.”
Instead of the cheers she was expecting, she saw evil smiles crawl over Shane and Myrrah’s face. Uh ho. “We like ice cream, but it just doesn’t do it for us anymore,” said Shane.
“Yeah, we’re more into coffee.”
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At Jehuvva’s Café, both Myrrah and Shane took a separate table from the adults, and Naos had an inkling that they were up to no good. He made sure to direct his gaze over towards them once in a while, but they seemed to wave it by. Shane had just taken out a piece of his napkin from his mouth, and was carefully putting it into one of his straws. He aimed, and fired, hitting someone behind Myrrah. She made a face and they turned back around, pretending to engage in a serious discussion about who’s dating who. Then Myrrah demonstrated her genius by using the Force to throw her food up into the air and catching it in her mouth. Then she took a long swig of her coffee.
Turning his attention back to the table, he noticed four others had joined them: Leia, Luke, Han, and Chewie. They were wearing inconspicuous outfits to avoid notice, and since no one could really tell one Wookie from another, Chewie had died his hair five shades lighter than normal. Han was talking with Scout, and he felt a pang of jealousy inside him as she watched a smile bloom on her face: Han had obviously complemented her. At least that’s what Naos thought. Nait leaned over. “Hey, bro man, you got to sleep with her. Lighten up, okay? It’s not her fault she’s a magnet for men.”
Naos answered with a scowl. “Hey guys, here’s a good joke,” said Jaskia. “A little baby Hutt on Tattoine told it to me. Why can’t Jedi sleep?”
“Why?”
“Because they’re afraid of the dark.”
Now, this wasn’t remotely funny, but because it was so bad, they all laughed. “Hey, Jask,” Luke asked. “Have you been seeing anybody, yet? Or have you broken both their legs before they got the chance?”
Something in Jaskia’s face hardened. Naos knew that look, but it changed swiftly into a large grin. Naos could feel the mental pain Luke had unknowingly caused within her. “Had a relationship,” she said, pushing her food around on her plate. “Didn’t work out. The guy was a bounty hunter, and he loved money more than me. That’s wear I got the decorations.” She lifted the sleeve of her robe, showing them the scars that crisscrossed the arm, and one that led on from her wrist and up, disappearing in the folds of her fabric. That’s when Naos really looked at her. She seemed tired, and worn. Nothing like the big ball of energy she had been when they were kids, or even during the War. She was a stranger trying to act like a past life.
“Did you kill him?” Nait asked tightly, trying to disguise the anger in his voice. Jaskia shook her head. Nait cursed softly. Shane, in tune with his Master’s emotions, turned towards the disturbance just as Jaskia lowered her sleeve.
“You know you don’t have to do this,” Leia said calmly. “We hate to see you hurt. Those look like they bled. A lot.”
“I faced giant mutant monsters on some god-forsaken Star Destroyer and almost died,” Jaskia retorted. “I didn’t come back here for you guys to tell me how to run my life.” She stood, as if intending to go.
“We’re concerned,” Scout said. “We’re not contradicting you. But see this from our perspective. You’re away most of the time, and you disappear without a trace. Sometimes even we can’t feel you, Jask. We’re worried.”
“Too many syllables,” said Leia. “Remember, Han’s at the table.”
“Hey!”
“Yeah, well…” Jaskia said. She shrugged. “It was great to catch up with you guys, and I’ll take that point to heart, really. But now’s just not the time. We’re still in low reserve.”
“Jaskia, I have five Padawans!” Naos exclaimed.
“Oh. Wow,” she said, stumped. “But like I said, I’ll take your opinions to heart. Looks like you’ve outvoted me on my choice, guys. I’ll take a Padawan.” There were small cheers around the table. “But I really gotta go. I have to get some fancy cloths for dinner tonight. It's at six, right?"
"Yup."
"And I think I know who I'm taking as a Padawan."
“Who?” Scout asked, leaning foreword.
“Amarinth Rogan,” Jaskia said. “She’s needs to learn how to be tough. She keeps shrinking away from her responsibilities. She’s afraid. And who has ever heard of the ‘indestructible Jedi’ being afraid?”
“We’re not indestructible,” Nait mused. “We’re merely harder to kill.”
“Amen to that, bro man,” Scout said.
They shook on it.
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The CoG Capital Ship Favior slipped silently through the clouds, preparing itself for action against the Locust just raring for a fight. Standing on the command walkway, hands clasped behind him, General Victor Hoffman gazed down to the city of Serrial, a mixture of anticipation and dark brooding swirling through him. As far as he was concerned, Serrial was by far the best place he ever grew up. If he’d been in command here instead of that god-be-damned son-of-a-bitch Captain Karples, Serrial would have never fallen to the Locusts. High General Orjin wouldn’t have used the Hammer of Dawn to destroy the city after the Locust infestation.
But he hadn’t been in charge then, and now Karples was gone, blown to smithereens. It was his own damn fault. He should’ve seen that grenade. It was one of the basic training nowadays. ’Hello, see that little circle flying towards you? Yeah, I suggest you avoid it.’ Karples hadn’t taken that advice, and he had paid. Not that Hoffman cared. He hadn’t liked him anyway. In his absence, the CoG found they needed more soldiers. And that some overlooked hard-working men like himself needed a promotion. For two years, Hoffman put his back into whatever was thrown his way. He served as a role-model for the new recruits.
The people who knew him thought of him as anything but. Hoffman learned nasty habits from his men. He had used those habits so much until they were almost second nature to him. He learned how to pick locks with your fingernail, how to remove fingerprints with woman’s makeup (don’t ask him who taught him that, because he’d rather shoot you than tell), and how to decorate sentences with varying words with no meaning. Most of those words will not be repeated in this book. If you wish to learn what those words are, I advise you to visit your local barracks when everyone’s under attack.
This was more real than that, though. The Locust had taken away Hoffman’s home. The Locust had killed his little sister. He gritted his teeth, picturing Alainia’s face within his head. He pictured the bullet entering through her chest, entering and exiting through a lung, and hitting the spinal cord. She had been instantly paralyzed, then. He tried to help her, but the Locust came back to finish the job before Hoffman had a chance to raise his weapon. Bye-bye Alainia. It was his kid sister’s death that motivated him, and the destruction of his hometown. From then on, every woman he saw looked like Alainia, and every Locust he killed looked like her murderer.
“General, we’ll deploy ground troops at zero-three-hundred. Do you have any objections, sir?”
Hoffman turned and glared at the smaller man. He was the Captain. Chewing on the cigarette in his mouth, he looked him over. Satisfied, he said, “Let’s wipe these sons-of-bitches out of the sky.”
“Yessir,” Captain Joe said, saluting.
“Sir, we’ve got Nemacysts!” a technician shouted from her place below deck. “Thirty of ‘em!”
“Shoot them down!” Hoffman declared. “Captain, deploy the soldiers.”
“Yessir.”
Captain Joe still had not moved yet, obviously waiting to be dismissed. Damn morale codes. “What are you doing standing there?” he asked, making a rude hand gesture in his direction. “Get moving, soldier.”
“Yessir.” Joe took off at a sprint.
Hoffman shook his head, amazed. Chewing his cigarette, he muttered something about feeding the man to the Locusts. He shook his head again, took out his cigarette, and threw it on the metal flooring. As he exited the room, his booted foot ground the cigarette into the floorboards.
It was time to call in the Jedi.
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“Go, go, go!”
Dom put on his military-issued helmet and took a splitsecond for his vision to adjust to the blinking red HUD. Already heavily armed, the helmet was a second thought, ones that Dom seemed to be having a lot lately. Major Marcus Fenix stood next to him, deploying the troops and making sure that they were all ready for the incoming battle. Dom felt a bead of sweat run down his face as Marcus inspected his armor. He nodded. “Good to go,” he said, then turned to the next recruit. After his inspection, he stood at attention at the front of the assembled Gears.
“We are Gears!” he shouted above the roaring thunder outside of the large captile ship. “We are unbreakable, unmovable, and underestimated. The Locust have taken our wives, our children, and our dignity. What are we going to do?!”
”KILL THE LOCUSTS, SIR!”
“How are we going to do it?!”
”WITH OUR BULLETS IN THEIR BRAINS!”
“Yessir!” Marcus shouted. “Alpha, Delta, Ocasus, Salin, Niner, Bearlin, and Lanin, deploy!”
Dom opened a small compartment on his armor and took out a small tube filled with dark green liquid. He attached a small needle to it, and stuck it in his neck, right under his helmet. He shuddered as his cells took on the power, and melded with it. His senses elevated until he could feel everyone around him without even reaching out to the Force. Or maybe he was. Scientists were unpredictable, and even more so when they were working with the Force. The deep green liquid was made by them to boost a Force user’s sensitivity. Even non-Force users got a moderate boost, too.
As their new overwhelming powers took hold, the troop bay door slid open, revealing a stormy sky outside. Everyone took a running start and…
…jumped.
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Post by Alyva on Jun 3, 2007 21:37:53 GMT -4
Hey! You're getting a lot better! And I was wondering, since you like the Taang and Tokka pairing from Avatar, if you would want to do one with me. With both pairings. Aang wants to try it out with another fortuneteller, and they find one in the nearest town-center. Almost all beings have a connection with the Spirit World, except for Aang. The teller knows Aang's future when he sees him, but cannot 'reveal' it to him without a Spiritual Connection. Aang decides to let Katara have it, then, and she could tell him. She kneels in front of the teller, and they interlink hands. Katara is taken from the real world and into the Spirit World, where she is met with a flashback of the swamp-man, saying 'these visions you see here in the swamp are of people you've loved, people you've lost', then Aang saying 'so I'll meet her in the future?', and the man nodding. Katara finally understands, and Avatar Roku nods, and shows her Toph earthbending, and finally, sacrificing herself to save Sokka and Aang. When she jerks back to realitiy, Katara says that he's going to survive the war. She doesn't say anything else, though. How's that, Abby?
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 4, 2007 10:42:22 GMT -4
That's awesome! We can write out the storyline together, then each write a chapter. Is that good?
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 4, 2007 17:03:53 GMT -4
“You won’t believe it, but I was afraid to go back to the Temple today.” “Why?” “Feels like something’s gonna attack us, y’know?” “No one can hurt us as long as Anakin’s there.” “I hope so.” --Nait confiding in Scout. 19 BBY. One day before Vader’s attack on the Jedi Temple.
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Dressed in a simple green and gold dress, Tian ‘Scout’ Gash looked extravagant, with all her blonde hair pinned up so a large amount fell behind her head instead of getting in her blue-green eyes as it normally did. She moved with an inhuman grace, catching the eyes of most male patrons in the dance room—and some ladies, but Scout would never go there. She wore no makeup, but small earrings dangled from her bottom lobe. On her right ear, she had two more of different colors. Naos felt his heart twist when he looked at her from the table he sat at. He fingered the small, velvet box inside his clean tunic. He thought of how the item inside it would fit nicely on her slender fingers.
She caught his eye and waved, smiling. She came over to the table, and, with excess energy, slammed her hands down. “It’s been way too long.” The entire Killer crew twisted around in their seats to see her. She smiled at them again. Was she wearing lipstick?! Naos thought incredulously. Scout could surprise him in many ways. First, she could be a ‘Riot Girl’, then she could act all prim and proper like she did it all the time. How did she pay attention in the Culinary Arts classes?
Jaskia got up and hugged her around the shoulders. Jaskia’s fire-like blue hair had been pulled back into numerous braids around her scalp, then twisted into a fine pony-tail. She wore a sliming brown dress with numerous layers and some of Padmé’s makeup. She was beautiful. But then again, all of the women around the table were very beautiful. Even Fi, who usually refused to do anything girly.
“Hey Naos,” Scout said. “I see you brought your Padawan. He’s dancing with Myrrah.”
“He is?” Naos asked, craning his neck. Yes, twelve-year-old Jake was in fact dancing with Scout’s younger Padawan. He kicked himself for not noticing earlier, but he was anxious. “Oh, I, er, hadn’t noticed, really…”
“I guess you did not notice Jake kiss Myr, then, Naos?” Fi asked, flashing a feral smile in his direction.
“What?” Naos asked, jumping up.
“It’s a joke, Blondie, it’s a joke…” said Scout, laying a hand on his arm. “God, you’re jumpier than Nait in a med wing, you know that?”
“I resent that!” Nait said loudly from the other end of the table.
“Right…” said Scout, dividing the word into two syllables.
She sat down next to Nait and promptly took the silverware out of it’s fancy napkin-wrap. Naos saw her put the napkin on her legs, then subtly push it off and under the table. She never was one for manners, Naos thought. As they ordered their dinner and drinks, they just sat there chatting and cracking jokes. It turned out that Fi and Selas’ daughter, Rain, had finally beaten the toughest kid in the Dantooine Enclave (which Rain was very proud of), Sora and Padmé had been helping Queen Aeri of Naboo with the refugee camps, Mariel had taken up on Obi-Wan’s offer of running the Medical Wing in the Temple, Scout and Nait had advanced in the ranks in the Intergalactic Miner’s Rescue Squad, and Naos had finally surpassed Obi-Wan in lightsaber combat.
“So then I ran, and bam!” Naos was saying. “Master Kenobi had my thumb behind my back and was pushing it down. It hurt so bad I dropped to my knees. He underestimated me, and I swept him off of his feet. He fell to the ground, and I nicked his neck with the training saber. He called me an ‘ungrateful pup,’ then he started laughing. Said ‘good job’, and we left to have lunch at Didi’s Café. I made him buy it.”
The crew chuckled with laughter, and Sora launched into a story of how one of the refugees got high on spice and started to tell everyone to revolt against the Queen. Sora had to go in and arrest him for an attempted murder when he tried to kill someone who didn’t quite agree with his point of view.
Next was Scout and Nait. They had been promoted to a Squad of thirty, and they were called the Hopeless Squad because of all of the seemingly ‘hopeless’ missions they had gone on and succeeded in. “I had to stop Nait from kissing the commander,” said Scout, laughing.
“I wasn’t that bad!” said Nait. “Plus, Jack kept buying me those drinks, and, you know…”
“He had a hangover the next morning,” she continued. “I told you to stop after the twelfth drink, but he just kept on going and going and going……”
“I hate you,” growled Nait, and then burst into a peal of laughter that made nearby diners look into their direction.
A man came up and offered his hand to Jaskia, and she took it, smiling. She left the table to go dancing with the man, and Scout snorted in her drink. The smirk was wiped right off of her face as another good-looking man asked her to dance. Then she choked, said sure, and she was up. Naos’ face went red with frustration, and Nait’s eyes strayed to his sister, keeping and eye on her retreating form. Naos knew that look. It was his try-something-on-my-sister-and-you’re-going-to-have-two-olives-short-of-a-Martini look.
That look was soon wiped off when the waitress-droid appeared with their food. Nait, always hungry, took a chicken rib off of his place and ate it like a starving pig. Naos fingered the ring in his pocket as he ate slowly. He cast his gaze towards Scout often. She seemed to be having a good time. But, as he looked again, the man was leaning his face into hers, clearly intent on performing some mouth-to-mouth. Nait noticed, and he jumped up, a mirror image of Naos. They were both about to go wipe that smirk off of the man’s face, but to their relief, Scout turned her head and pointed to the table, clearly informing him that her food had come. The man was disappointed, but relented. He caught sight of another woman, and was out of sight in a flash.
Scout’s fist was clenched by the time she got back to the table. She was muttering things that sounded distinctly like ‘hairless Wookie’ and ‘pig.’ As she reached the table, her comlink went off from it’s perch on her golden sash. She took it off and held it to her ear, speaking quietly into it. The entire crew turned to watch her as she got angry. “Damn it,” she muttered. “You’re sure? Fine, we’ll be right there. Does Myrrah and Shane need to come, too? Fine. Fine… Yeah, on my way… damn it all…”
She hung up on the speaker, and motioned to Nait. “We need to go,” she said crisply. She looked flustered. “Nine-Thirteen dealing with the Imulsion. They’ve woke something up, and it’s spreading to the other planets in the system.”
Nait’s eyes narrowed. “Shit,” he said. He stood up, turned to the table, and said a quick thank-you to Sora for throwing the dinner party. He then left to tear Myrrah away from Jake.
Scout was tapping her foot impatiently. Naos’ breath caught. “Scout, wait, I’ve got something to ask you!” he said. He stood up quickly, but Scout didn’t hear him. She was urging her brother to hurry the hell up. A strange fire burned beneath her eyes. The Force around her radiated with anxiety and fear. Before he could propose, she, Nait, and Myrrah were gone. “Damn it all,” he repeated under his breath.
“What’s a nine-thirteen anyway?” Naos’ Padawan, Jake asked, coming up behind them.
“It means they need Scout and Nait to protect the rest of the planet’s population,” Fi muttered. “It’s a classic protect-and-retreat maneuver. It’s also a Jedi signal. A Nine-Thirteen is issued when something is in grave or perilous danger and only Jedi can answer. Or when a Jedi is in trouble, he or she issues a Nine-Thirteen to call for help on a special com line reserved just for those kinds of emergencies.”
Jake was on the verge of asking ‘did you swallow the book?!’ when Padme saved him. “Doesn’t Marna work in the IMRS?” she asked, naming another Jedi. “Last I heard, she was helping with a civil war. That’s the only Jedi I can think of, though.”
“It might’ve been Marna,” said Jake. He paused. “D’you think Nait, Scout, and Myrrah will be okay, Master?”
“Don’t know.”
“What’s Imulsion?”
“Don’t know.”
Jake sincerely felt there were a lot of things Naos didn’t know. “When are you gonna propose to her?”
“You’re going to propose?!” Jaskia asked shrilly. “I should’ve seen it sooner, but… god, man…”
Sora slapped him on the back. “I knew it,” he proclaimed.
“I’m so happy for you!” Padme said. “I remember when Anakin proposed to me……”
And so she launched into another story. Naos moaned and banged his head on his folded arms. “Damn it all…” he muttered.
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Scout and Myrrah hurried back to their apartment, put on their cloths, and met Nait at the Jedi Temple landing strip faster than you could say ‘Sithpiss.’ Scout had her earrings out, Myrrah had her lightsaber (why she didn’t take it with her, I don’t know), and Nait was wearing an earpiece, already barking out orders to Maya. His face turned towards them as he sensed their arrival, and shook his head in a solemn ‘We’re screwed.’
"We got the call from some Hoffman dude," he explained. "And he's pissed off. He's leading an attack on the city of Serrial, and we're to meet him there. The object is to kill as many Locusts as possible."
Shane came running. "What's up?" he asked in a huff. "What's going on?"
"We're going on a big mission," Myrrah replied, somewhat shaky.
"Get in the ship," Nait ordered. "Myrrah will fill you in."
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Post by Alyva on Jun 5, 2007 13:38:34 GMT -4
I love it!
And sure! Call me when you get the chance, and we'll plan it out.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 6, 2007 9:03:03 GMT -4
All the power just went out last night, except for the lights and the computers.
I want my TV!!!!! *shouts and kicks and screams*
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 1, 2007 14:58:41 GMT -4
On the Fundamental Theorem of Electrical Phenomenon by Danni Paine Gash
Electricity has a variety of applications; it is used, indeed, in just about everything we use, from speeders and lightsabers to household appliances and Master Skywalker’s mechanical hand. Usually electrons are transferred, and the body that gains electrons acquires an excess of negative charge; the body that loses electrons has an excess of positive charge.
The fundamental theorem of electrical phenomenon states that objects of opposite charges are attracted to one another while objects of the same charge are repelled. While a given object with a positive charge will be attracted to an object with a negative charge, negatively charged objects repel objects with negative charges and positively charged objects repel objects with a positive charge.
It is easy to demonstrate that two electrically charged objects exert a force on one another, and just as easy to demonstrate that opposites attract.
Consider, for example, the case of my aunt, Jedi Master Scout Gash, and her colleague, Jedi Master Naos Redgrave: even though they're almost nothing alike, they seem to spend a disproportionate amount of time together.
When a negatively charged object is rubbed on a metal object, some of the excess electrons from the first object are transferred to the second, a phenomenon known as charging. Objects can be charged in one of three ways: contact, induction, and friction.
The process of giving one object a net electric charge by placing it in contact with another object that is already charged is known as charging by contact. Contact occurs when Master Luke flicks me on the top of the head with a nearby stick.
“Come on!” Scout yelled. “We don’t have all day, Blondy.” Naos, panting, hands on his knees, looked at the equally exhausted Jedi in front of him. Somehow she was still standing and her breathing was even, in contrast with her red face and the sweat on her face. Her lightsaber hung loosely in her hand. She had chosen only to fight him with one instead of her usual two; her ice-blue tattoos glistened. “You cheated,” Naos panted. It was childish to say it, but it was true. She had cheated when he was beating her. That wasn’t fair. “Where in the rules does it say you’re not allowed to kick?” she asked, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. “Nowhere,” Naos growled, standing up at his full height, which was at least one foot higher than Scout. “But you took a headshot.” “I prefer to say ‘lack of aiming.’” “Fine, let’s go again,” Naos said. “I’ll bet you my last credit that I’ll beat you.” “Alright.” Scout grinned and got into a Shien-readystance. “Ladies first.” These taunts, though she had made them since they were children, always got under his skin. The insults she used, like ‘Blondy’, no matter how childish it was, had become his nickname, and no one else could use it. It had become an insult from those who weren’t his real close friends, like Chewbacca or Brakiss, and he had put them straight. Only Scout could say it right. It could calm him, and it could enrage him. She knew him better than he knew himself. And he knew her better than she knew herself. For instance, he knew she would start in high to get out of his point of view. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and bent back to meet her light-blue blade with his own. With nothing to stabalize her like the ground under Naos’ feet, she used the Force to flind herself aside, landing in a perfect roll and turned to meet his advancing lightsaber. With both blades cross in an ‘X’, he saw her smile. The pressure she was applying to his lightsaber blade got stronger, and his lightsaber got stronger, too. A brief flash of knowing hinted in her eyes before she flipped back just as Naos brought the inside of his foot to the bending part of her knee. Naos went around in a complete circle with that one foot stuck out, and recovered smoothly by sliding that foot to the floor as Scout landed soundlessly. Then, something happened. Reaching out towards the Force to pull her towards him, she was yanked in his direction. A sudden pull suggested that she was having the same idea. They hit in midair with a loud thud and fell to the ground, with Scout below him. Her eyes fluttered open. “Ow,” she said. “Ow,” Naos grudgingly agreed, and helped her up. She shook off his help and got to her feet herself. Feeling slightly rejected, he held out his hand. “Good spar,” he said. “Good spar,” she said.
It is also possible to charge a conductor in a way that does not involve contact. The process of giving one object a net electric charge without touching the object to the second object is called induction. Through this logic, Master Redgave may be able to develop a sense of humor purely by spending some time in close quarters with me but without actually touching.
The Council doors slammed open, and a red-faced Naos Redgrave, a name that suited him right now, directed his gaze at Scout. She raised both of her eyebrows, a small grin stealing across her face. She turned to Jaskia. “Okay, nevermind, you’re right. Loud is a synonym with upset Jedi Masters.” Jaskia grinned. Naos was angry. And Jaskia had a feeling she knew why. ”Well,” she said. And she left it at that, not able to finish her sentence. “Which one of you did this?” Naos whispered, voice tight with frustration. Jabbing an index finger towards his neon blue hair, Jaskia had to laugh. She was doubled over, falling out of her chair, actual tears going down her face. Scout was trying not to laugh, it seemed. Her face was red and she had stuck the side of her index into her mouth, biting on it to stop herself from betraying humor. “I’ll have to say it…” she said. She raised her hand. Naos gaped at her and stormed off. “Why did you do that?” Jaskia asked, getting back into her seat. Scout shrugged. “He’s too stiff. Danni gave me the idea.” “She learns from the best.”
The third and final way of charging an object is through friction. Friction occurs when the electrons on a given object are 'scraped' onto the second one, giving the first object a negative charge and the second a positive charge. We can see friction in action when we rub rubber balloons on someone's head. With anyone but Streen, of course, the negatively charged electrons force the hairs to stand on end. We can also see it whenever Knight Gash and Knight Redgrave happen to be in disagreement… A rather loud disagreement.
"You incompetent nitwit! Hidebound, stuck-up, prudish, selfish, egotistical, ignorant, self-centered -- " "Scout, I really don't think -- " " -- stubborn, pig-headed, headstrong, ill-mannered, sneaky, conniving -- " "Really now, Scout -- " " -- illegitimate son of a Force-blind womprat!" He sighed. "Are you quite finished?" She scowled. "Did I mention 'stupid' yet?" "Yes, I think so," he groaned, bringing his hand to his forehead and massaging his temples in a vain attempt to relieve the growing headache. "Probably -- you mentioned just about everything else." “Good,” she spat. “You idiot! The rest of the Council are in disagreement about this! Stop being so damn hardheaded and listen to me!” “I’ve been doing that for the past ten minutes.” Scout’s jaw hardened. “You just got back from the last mission yesterday,” she said, with a modicum more control over her anger. At least she wasn’t yelling at him. “And now you’re taking another one. The estimated time for that one is three months, or longer! Naos, the last one took three months, and the one before that was five! Force, Redgrave, you’re about to collapse! Stay here.” “You never seem to care about what the Council thinks,” Naos mused. “Why start now?” “You know the reason I decided to stay off the Council? Because of this! You’re working yourself to death!” His shoulders tensed. “Stay here.” “The people on Ansion need me,” he said. “I’m going.” “ Think about yourself for once!” Scout yelled. “ You’re about to pass out from Force-be-damned sleep depletion and all you care about is your next job! You’re as bad as a bounty hunter!”“I’m going to—“ “I don’t care if you’re making peace for other beings in the galaxy or making sweaters!” Scout said emphatically. “Naos, I love you!” Her mouth clamped shut as if she had burned him with her words. Her eyes, crystal blue, widened slightly, but kept her aggressive look. “Oh.” ‘Oh’ was all he said. Naos didn’t go on that mission.
In conclusion, the fundamental theorem of electrical phenomenon is an important aspect of day-to-day living. It'd be bad if it would one day just stop working, because then Master Luke’s hand would fall off, speeders would rain from the sky, the world would end, and we would all be very sad.
I propose, however, that we begin looking into methods of harvesting energy from Master Gash's and Master Redgrave's meetings; the charges between them would keep Coruscant powered for at least month, and we could tape it to show on the cable holo channels.
At the very least, our lives would never be boring ever again.
-Danni Paine Gash
So how do you guys like it? It's based on Survival, Dark Times, a RP I'm in. Scout is my OC, and Naos is HK's. It's sorta non-non-canon in a non-canon RP.
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