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SW: A Feud is BornAira-ty Nokta stepped out of the bridge turbolift and approached the massive cloaked figure whose back was to her as he gazed out at the stars.
“It's done my Lord.” she said courteously, ever careful of Skywalker's temper.
The cybernetic dark jedi turned his deathly mask towards her, his voice an electronic crackle that sent shivers down Aira-ty's spine.
“You are lying Commandant.”
Aira-ty tensed but remained where she was, her helmet under her arm as she starred back at the black voids.
“I executed my mission sir.”
“You let the jedi go.” Skywalker snarled, coming towards her.
Aira-ty remained where she was, staring at Vader's chest defiantly.
“There were no jedi down there Skywalker, just some renegades.”
She remembered the look on Dio's face as she'd let him and his small band of rebels go. After what had just happened to Guo-Jia...it seemed the least she could do for him...and technically she was right, Dio had never been m
Mission Regain Control and DoodleDerp Write Pokeyoo continued with its glaring and generally immature expressions directed at the utterly innocent wall for several seconds. Perhaps even minutes. Whatever the case was, there was indeed several of some form of time measurement involved. Eventually it decided to leave with much prissy princess muzzle pointed up in the air though.
Finally left with the Qwuedeviv declared, Foul Earth Wuff Menace once more, Spork rummaged through a most ominous looking assortment of equipment it had placed on the table with its tail. Meanwhile Mr. Wuff whose name was actually Wolfieface and beyond that, actually Lowell, but we are ignoring that fact with run on sentence, did nothing. Primarily and specifically because he could not readily get up—which is likely why he had stayed there any length of time. That or he was just dumb, both entirely possible. Anyway He watched with eyes—his eyes as a matter of fact. His very own pair of eyes of light blue color. The last fact of whic
SW: Kaira, Dreams at DawnKahan stirred restlessly from his slumber, shifting to look down at Aira-ty as she slept against his bared chest. Her long green hair lay across his skin like a thin veil, brushing against him with a ghostly touch that set his skin tingling as unbidden memories of the night's escapades came to mind. He licked his lips and looked over at the chiming com panel, reaching out and smacking the audio only option.
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry to distract you Master,” Leroi said apologetically. “I know you and Mistress Nokta are taking time to recuperate from the past week's excitement but we are being hailed.”
“By who?” Kahan asked as Aira-ty opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, nuzzling up against his chin and kissing his neck tenderly.
“She identifies herself as Master Potkin and she wishes to speak with you...in person.”
Kahan felt Aira-ty stiffen as she sat upright and glared at the com panel, her golden eyes narrowing.
CiliciaI do not know the name I was born with for I was born a slave. I do not know the family I was born to for I was born a slave. All I know of the home where I never lived is the carved ivory mask and shells around my neck.
I follow no gods, I control my own fate and fight for none but myself and those I call brothers.
My name is Alastor given to me by the man who freed me and raised me as his own. Here I am among equals. We are pirates, some call us the enemies of the world we know ourselves to be nations of our own, we sail and fight under our own standards. We acknowledge no Empires, no rulers but the ones we choose.
We may die fighting but we have accepted this. We will die with a blade in our hand, and die free.
I am Alastor the son of Alkandros by adoption. I am a slave no longer. I am a man despite the darkness of my skin. I am heir to a proud warrior tradition. We are the enemies of world? Perhaps…
But we are so to Rome. I wear Roman coin
Little Red SyretteI am the wolf, come out of the forest.
No sheepskin for me: my disguise is the stiff suit of a diplomat. My claws concealed behind gifts, and my fangs outshone by compliments.
The humans really do have a relentless fortitude for continuing when they are not wanted. Our atmosphere incinerates their ships. Our plants poison their bellies and our air festers in their lungs, but they don’t stop. They build new ships, import more food, and devise new masks to give them breath. The very life of our planet rejects them.
If not for their clever remedies, daily measured injections of controlling medicine, every human to set foot on our land would be eaten from the inside before long.
Their leader—an old woman by their standards, and an invading tyrant by ours—meets with me this morning. I bear a basket, overflowing with fruit, drink, and shiny treasures that the humans so enjoy.
She welcomes me with smiles. She keeps bodyguards, but not too close. After all, we have already be
Letter to All S. Mundi Network Users The moment of transition was 7:34 AM today, July 17th, and this one was unique in that nobody saw it coming. Haverforth Diedeli finally stirred awake thirty-four minutes after his alarm clock began to buzz at him, and at the moment his eyes popped open and his brain started to churn out thoughts, he was the main man. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Haverforth was the single pivotal human out of the entire species, and in a span of seconds, we are sure you all noticed.
We would like to apologize for any inconvenience and offer this explanation:
Transitions like this are usually prepared for by S-Mundi network administrators. The Mindshare Protocols most often focus on a single human for a few decades, since they automatically route into the most intelligent human brain hooked into the network, and that doesn't change as often as you’d think. Ninety-five percent of human intelligences fall naturally into the range of below-average through super-geni
Rapunzel The small group marched forward in loose formation, swaggering with the confidence that their training would kick in when needed. The sandy landscape offered no threats, no hiding places, no life.
Their destination: A lone tower, hidden in a secluded valley lined with flat, open rocks.
“Looks like it was built to last,” commented the leader.
The tower stood a hundred feet high, pale sunlight illuminating its simple apex. The rusty surface silently boasted of the hundreds of years it had stood untouched and promised tenfold more.
“It’s just up there?” asked the navigator, rubbing his hands.
The leader nodded, “Should be a stairwell. And don’t get excited, we don’t know what the security’s like.”
They soon located a door leading to a winding stair that filled the entirety of the tower’s innards. It opened to a dark room and the group of mercenaries froze, alert for booby traps. The
H2N5E3 Alien VirusH2N5E3 Alien Virus
I can barely be certain how long I felt this way. It seems to be a fairly long time.
I have the persistent sensation of being empty and disoriented in our world , as though I don't belong here. I remember since my later childhood that I felt alienated but I had not the same sensation that I feel now.this sensation is the feeling that I am in another world, alone, and uncertain of where I am exactly. I am among other humans, physically, but I feel at distance from them, alienated and unable to relate. I feel aloof as though I am higher in altitude. Like looking at the world from space. Furthermore, there is the persistent feeling that my energy is sifted. Something is draining it. I feel constantly tired and listless, although I move and think normally. Additionally, I feel that I should not be here but in that or another world, much the same way as my childhood.
The sad thing is that I have no means to leave here for that world. However, when I sought pro
Another Five Minute Feels! "Dada, where did mummy go?" Her sweet innocent eyes looked up at her father, brimming with a question he could not answer. "Why hasn't she come back yet?"
The father looked down at his little girl, feeling his throat tighten with a sob he couldn't let her see. "Darling, what did I tell you before?"
The little girl looked down, hands running over the fabric of her pink blouse. "You said she had to go away for a while. But it's been a bunches of days already. How come she hasn't come back yet?"
"Sweetheart, that's all I can--" his voice cracked. He turned around so his daughter wouldn't see the tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped them away before turning back around. Leaning over to pick his girl up. She immediately leaned her head on his shoulder like she had done since she was a babe. "Mummy might not be back for many more days." He didn't want to reveal too much, but she h
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