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SWtCW: Homecoming pt. 6Orbit of Pandora, aboard the Republic Star Destroyer Vigil
Tag scowled at Ace. “She's doing what?”
“She's going to some kind of meeting between the local leaders.” the Captain replied. “She thinks we need their help.”
Tag's scowl deepened behind his helmet. “You've got to be kidding.”
“No sir, we'll be heading out tonight. Can you hold until we get back?”
Tag snorted. “I've landed most of the legion now and we're dug in, the Seps still outnumber us but we're not going to go anywhere unless they use their warships.”
Ace nodded. “Yes sir...do you think they'll continue to refrain from using their ships?”
“I do, we've been watching them flying large transports from the surface to the orbiting ships. It looks like they're transporting something from the planet. I think that's why they've refrained from engaging us in ship-to-ship combat. They need whatever they're extracting down there and don't want
Amna - ProloguePrologue; Evaluation of Amna.
Overthinking. Overthinking? Overthinking. It's what I usually do in my spare time. Which is... All the time. I can't remember the last time I've seen another being, it's been ages. My hair is long now, it goes down to my knees. I've never let it go past the tips of my long ears before, but I suppose being locked up in this dark world took my mind away from my hair. I don't know how long I've been locked away in here... here in which I believe is some sort of library. There are lots of books, books with stories all thought up by others. Stories.. Myths and legends.. Or reports and truths?
It's strange, it's strange I've yet to run out of resources that allow me to live. There is always clean water in the fountain, there is always bread and some type of meat in the lounge. It appears every time I sleep, I've tried to stay awake to see if someone is sneaking it, b
Venom/Elfen Lied: Venomous Vectors Chapter 21Chapter Twenty One: Final Battle Part 1
On the shore of the now destroyed Diclonius Research Facility, Kaede stood by a SHIELD BTR-80 with her brother Kokoro as she observed the damaged done to the hellish island. For years she wished she could see this place crumble under its own hellish weight, but she never realized the world would also like to see this place taken down.
“Guess this is one chapter of your life you can close.” A familiar voice said as Kaede turned to see Venom standing next to her.
“But I will bear the scar, that’s something I can never forget.” Kaede said, more to herself than her friend.
“Scars are just a sign of someone with a will to live, that I know for sure.” Venom countered as he himself knows how to bear physical and mental scarring.
“So what’s going to happen to big sis and me now Mr. Venom?” Kokoro asks Venom as his grip on Kaede’s finger tightens.
Empire Application Sheet: 2058 UpdateRULES:
You must submit your empire with a section of information using this template
SSC, (Sciastenos Centum)
OOC note: SSC virtually never states what SSC actually stands for, so there should be virtually no reason to say the whole thing in RP.
Date of Founding:
December 20th 1465 unofficial, April 12th 1917 official.
Modern with clear multi-ethnic standards.
My Original Version:
Myric’s Turbocharged Version:
Official – “Ventis Secundis Semper Peragemus” (“With favorable winds ever onward”)
Official- The Warrior Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTs6a0ORdQU
Original Galaxy: The Hub, Atreus, Harnett, Port Aries(mars), Por
Allaying Alideya (5)My punishment for disfiguring their precious robot guards was three days in total isolation. I spent those three days wallowing in anger, letting it seep into my mind until I was consumed with nothing but rage. I could feel it pulsating within me, soaking into every heartbeat, dangling from every breath. However, for every ounce of anger I held, I had an equal amount of common sense. I couldn’t afford many outbursts as long as I was at a disadvantage; I still had no idea where I was or how to get out of this place.
I traced the small incisions on my thighs and arms. When they had operated on me and gave me my new arm they had put tracking chips into me, multiple ones so that even if you managed to find one there were still others. Of course they denied it, they would never do such a thing, but you still knew. Besides I was using their hardware. I wondered if the people holding me captive had gotten them all. Judging by the amount of cuts and lack of the Regency swooping in I gues
Outlawed: part 2
Flyspur was worried. He stood conspicuously in front of the ‘Alley of Food’, as the locals so quaintly called it, waiting for his captain to return. He had climbed up the side of the nearest building, the tiny filaments on the pads of his feet and hands easily sticking to the cement-like plaster wall, to try and see over the crowds but the owner had shouted him down, complaint of footprints on the side of his restaraunt. So his waiting was now confined to the ground. His forked tongue twisted nervously inside his mouth and his tail twitched stiffly behind him. His upper arms clutched the flat screen of his info padd while his lower, smaller arms fidgeted with the strap of his shoulder bag. It had been some time since Rover had told him to order lunch and Flyspur had long ago eaten his salad with a smattering of local insects for a spicy garnish and the giant, steaming hot, meat-flavored drink he had bought for Rove
Escape from Seton"As I watched the burning remains of my planet descend beneath me, it was with an odd sense of a disconnect that seemed to flow through me. The screams, shouts, the muffled thumps as evacuation shuttles were caught by anti aircraft and orbital fire... seemed to pale at the disturbing beauty of a thousand cities burning on the edge of darkness with a macabre, dismal glow." The Brimknole took a long, shaking breath... flexing his long fingered hands to calm himself.
"It had started two months before, The Coalition Second Fleet had entered the system reporting the sector capital having fallen. They started preparing defenses, big words about how they would stop the might of the Serian League at Seton and the bastards would go no further." He chuckled with a short and mocking tone. "The Space Battle ended in an hour and a half. The poor bastards, even being prepared for an enemy gives you nothing with twenty to one odds. The Serians had nearly seven hundred dreadnoughts, and the flee
Through Red SmokeRed.
Vicky licked her lips, the muscle ghosting over her sharp teeth tiredly. In the fog of everything she was drugged with in reality, all she knew was red. It was what she craved, what she saw and breathed for. Even the fog in her head was red.
And the voice she heard, the one that she hated, she could hear it in red.
"This was not the outcome I had hoped for, Victoria," she heard.
It was not the voice of the man that drugged the food and showed them how to fight her, nor the voices of the royal rabbits who came to look at her as though she were a spectacle, not even the voices of the guards that watched her in worry and concern.
The voice sounded red, "I thought you would have been stronger than this. You were so much so before," she smelled smoke, it smelled... red, "But that's all right. I never keep a Wolf too long anyway," there was a pause, a long drag... red... "And we have had our fun, haven't we? I finally managed to do what some told me could not be done," a long chuck
Skies aren't Blue - Angel Wars - 02Chapter 1
"Ahhhhh, I'm sorry. I just feel so happy right now, I can't help it. I have been waiting for this moment since a long time, you know? But I digress. Do you have any questions?"
He put the glasses on, and waited for my response. I had many questions forming in my head, but I had to start somewhere, so I decided to ask most important ones right now.
"Who are you...?"
He tilted his head a bit to the left and patted his forehead with the palm.
"Hm? Oh, you're right! I didn't introduce myself properly! But you should recognize my voice at least. Do you remember? My name iiiiis-..."
Suddenly I realized that long before I was "born" I could hear a voice speaking to me a lot. It told me about a lot of things, some important, some trivial, it feed me informations and just kept close. It was trough some speakers, but it was there as far as I can remember. And it introduced itself each time, with the name:
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