There's another one.
Nicole sighs as she flicks the binoculars at my lap. They fall short of my thighs and bounce off the rough floor, flipping upside down as they come to a stop between us. I stare at the chaotic web of scratches that scar every visible inch of the black plasticincluding the fresh ones cut deep, just now, on the underside. How she managed to keep a cheap piece-of-junk like this in one piece while out here in The Wastes is beyond me, but there it is. Miracles can happen.
No thanks, I tell her. I know what a Jimmie looks like.
Her shoulders bump upwards in a quick shrug and her palm
Anakin was not the eavesdropping sortokay, who was he kidding, yes he wasbut this... this he felt a little guilty for. He hid himself in The Force, disguising his presence and rendering himself invisible to the galaxy. Then he peeked around the corner.
There she was. A little Togruta padawan who wasn't so little, or a padawan, anymore. She leaned forward on a supply crate, legs bent in front of her, as she whispered into the comlink in her hand.
Anakin didn't have to ask. He knew it was Rex.
It hurt that she couldn't confide in himisn't that what padawans and masters should do?but he understood. Understanding didn't
He woke up to the sound of shrill screaming and the offensive CLANG of pebbles colliding with the scrap metal over his one window. Guh? the blond mumbled confusedly into his drool soaked pillow, his half naked body tangled within a single, old gray sheet on an ancient and flattened mattress. Just above his head was a poor excuse of a shelfsmall rusted metal nailed haphazardly to the wall. Pressed close to the wall on said outcropping rested a small silver device which beeped twice before humming to life, and shot a thin beam of light beside the blondes head below. The light morphed into the image of a miniature young w
Wait With A Side of Pastry by Specimen47, literature
Literature
Wait With A Side of Pastry
Its raining again.
Ahsoka can feel the cold droplets seeping through the old fur-lined jacket she hugs tighter around herself. Her headtails are growing, and these days she doesnt see the point in hiding them anymore. Any half-brained bantha could see she was a Togruta, anyway.
And so what? There are lots of Togruta out there.
She suppresses the urge to deliver a magnum sized kick to the small can shaped droid hobbling past her feet and looks up instead. Ice-cold drops hit her face. The tall permacrete buildings towering around her block out most of the sky. Everything looks gray. Theyre nothing compared to the home she l
I had a dream, once.
It was dark and I couldnt see, so I walked. No direction, no reason, just walked. And it wasnt the kind of dark that feels suffocating, that feels thick and tight and hides the monsters so you cant tell if youre imagining the gleam of a fang or the smell of blood.
No.
It was the kind of dark where you cant tell your hand from your face and you cant be sure if, with every step, that youre actually moving. The kind of dark you imagine emptiness to be, and it stretched forever. Or it seemed like it did.
And then, after walking for who knows how long, I stuck my hand out through t
I had a dream, once.
It was dark and I couldnt see, so I walked. No direction, no reason, just walked. And it wasnt the kind of dark that feels suffocating, that feels thick and tight and hides the monsters so you cant tell if youre imagining the gleam of a fang or the smell of blood.
No.
It was the kind of dark where you cant tell your hand from your face and you cant be sure if, with every step, that youre actually moving. The kind of dark you imagine emptiness to be, and it stretched forever. Or it seemed like it did.
And then, after walking for who knows how long, I stuck my hand out through t
Wait With A Side of Pastry by Specimen47, literature
Literature
Wait With A Side of Pastry
Its raining again.
Ahsoka can feel the cold droplets seeping through the old fur-lined jacket she hugs tighter around herself. Her headtails are growing, and these days she doesnt see the point in hiding them anymore. Any half-brained bantha could see she was a Togruta, anyway.
And so what? There are lots of Togruta out there.
She suppresses the urge to deliver a magnum sized kick to the small can shaped droid hobbling past her feet and looks up instead. Ice-cold drops hit her face. The tall permacrete buildings towering around her block out most of the sky. Everything looks gray. Theyre nothing compared to the home she l
He woke up to the sound of shrill screaming and the offensive CLANG of pebbles colliding with the scrap metal over his one window. Guh? the blond mumbled confusedly into his drool soaked pillow, his half naked body tangled within a single, old gray sheet on an ancient and flattened mattress. Just above his head was a poor excuse of a shelfsmall rusted metal nailed haphazardly to the wall. Pressed close to the wall on said outcropping rested a small silver device which beeped twice before humming to life, and shot a thin beam of light beside the blondes head below. The light morphed into the image of a miniature young w
Anakin was not the eavesdropping sortokay, who was he kidding, yes he wasbut this... this he felt a little guilty for. He hid himself in The Force, disguising his presence and rendering himself invisible to the galaxy. Then he peeked around the corner.
There she was. A little Togruta padawan who wasn't so little, or a padawan, anymore. She leaned forward on a supply crate, legs bent in front of her, as she whispered into the comlink in her hand.
Anakin didn't have to ask. He knew it was Rex.
It hurt that she couldn't confide in himisn't that what padawans and masters should do?but he understood. Understanding didn't
Current Residence: Aperture Science Center Favourite genre of music: Rock MP3 player of choice: Benjamin, my iPod Personal Quote: Blame for error lies with those who act; those who do nothing, what do they have to be wrong about?
I want to start writing about clone commandos again. I want to get Yain's story off that dusty shelf and finish it.
I guess it's time to knuckle down and get to it.
I should probably move my cyberpunk!LINK here eventually.
Ugh, that's a whole lot of editing I really don't want to do.
And re-examining of my plot, OR LACK OF. Fudge. This is outrageous!