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It's Lonely Among the StarsThe former Cipher Nine, Solkaras, leaned against a hand, watching the computer terminal in front of her with faint disinterest. She'd long since given up on hearing anything from Vector Hyllus, but out of habit and longing she waited on a message anyways.
So much had happened since Darth Marr had led the search for their Emperor those years ago... years that she hadn't even been conscious for. Five years, gone; and in those years she'd lost everything, and was thrust into a whirlwind of activity where she scarcely had a moment to think.
Escaping Zakuul. Gathering allies. Assaulting the Star Fortresses. Her mouth twitched slightly; it was much like the mess that was the Star Cabal, getting into and out of messes, gathering an eclectic crew of talent and varying sanity— Kaliyo Djannis, a degenerate criminal on Hutta; Vector Hyllus, Diplomat and Killik Joiner; Eckard Lokin, brilliant doctor and sometimes-Rakghoul; Ensign Raina Temple, secret Force-sensitive; and SCORPIO, an assassin
Last HopeSIS agents are not, as a rule, known for being terribly anxious individuals. Paranoid to a fault, perhaps, but certainly not anxious and prone to fits of pacing around the interiors of their small personal shuttles. The flight from his previous (and highly classified) location to Odessen involved far too many hours in hyperspace for his liking. Confined inside the blue tunnel of space, without easy access to the HoloNet to distract him, he was trapped alone with his thoughts, and even Jedi meditation wasn't enough to calm him today.
It wasn't even that he was flying to work for a new rebellious alliance, dedicated to ending the tyranny of the Zakuul Empire and their Eternal Fleet. Nor was it his continued worry over his absent parents- his father was still stuck on Coruscant, trying to subtly hamper Zakuul's conquest, while his mother had gone into exile, one of a few scattered survivors of the Jedi Order. No... his worry stemmed from her.
It had been over five years since the d
The Ascension of Kaitniss Loken“Recite the Sith Code.” Darth Marr commanded, Kaitniss still kneeling for her initiation raised an eyebrow and did as she was commanded. The Dark Council chamber was plain, dark gray floor tiles and the walls were bland and stiff thrones for each member of the council. The council members where a variety of species and they all stood in a semi-circle around Kaitniss as she began.
“Peace is a lie...”
“You're such a bitch!” Her father screamed at her mother slapping her across the face. “You are worthless.” He muttered as his wife staggered away from her husband. Kaitniss and Vae'lynn where seven and four and they huddled behind the sofa. Covering their ears trying to pretend it wasn't really happening again. Kaitniss even now at 20 years old couldn't remember a time when her parent's had not fought, or when she and Vae'lynn did not have to hide from their father.
“There is only passion.”
Sumerian Tales - Dumuzi's correctionsIshtar returns to the world of the living and, seeing Dumuzi on the throne of Uruk resplendent and indifferent to her absence, she points the death finger on him, hurling her demons upon him.
Dumuzi: Worst memory ever..though I wasn't just being happy-go-lucky because she wasn't there, I was worried about her! After how she treated me, she's a fucking bitch! Also the demons were just following orders, they serve royal angels, they aren't evil.
The demons pursue Dumuzi across the land. At first he seeks refuge with his sister Geshtinanna, but the demons find him there.
Dumuzi: She tried to help me. ;w; We are the awesome siblings.
He escapes again, turning into a stag by Utu's mercy, but the demons find him again and tear him to pieces as they drag him to the underworld.
Ishtar tries to recover all the pieces
Dumuzi: Okay, this is the worst part... *shudders* Imagine remembering something like that! It's like a freaking horror movie! *shudders and buries face into pillow* Also Utu! Son!
Firey Awakening (Requested)
It was a day like any other day for Jet
It was friday and school was over but for some reason he didnt look forward to the weekend
it was not like he hated being free but he was just so bored and had nothing to do
so two days of that sounded pretty crappy to him
Jet sat in his room looking up at his newly colored white celing
''feels like in some mental hospital if i stay here to long...but what is there to do! i dont want to get on the pc...to much hassle, i got no games to play...and its raining...''
Jet sighed and kicked his feet in the bed as he could hear something falling down on the floor
Curious he jumped out of the bed and looked around on the floor for whatever it could have been he kept looking around til he found two pair of head binders
''What ?'' Jet said confused and picked them up, both were black but they didnt have that nasty metal plate on it, probably to minimize the hair damage from long usage
''where does thes
O/K: The darkest secretOf all the rescued prisoners, he had been the most impatient to leave the castle, with its groan-filled, potion-smelling great hall, and to make his way across the icy waters and on to the Embassy. He had to report to the Emissary as soon as possible, he had to resume his duties as an officer of the Aldmeri Dominion - and most importantly, he had to find someone other than those bothersome vampire hunters to give him a clear picture of what was going on. They had told him that the Stormcloaks had Markarth, that the Thalmor were leaving the Reach, that he himself had apparently tried to flee before he was captured... He had no absolutely no recollection of any of this. The last thing he remembered was poring over reams of paperwork, wondering what could be done about Agent Sanyon - and then, waking up on the stone floor, with that crazed Redguard woman screaming into his ear.
The Redguard woman... She was another reason behind his eagerness to put as much distance between himself
Chapter 12: Dovah Rising Part II
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The snow crunched lightly under her feet as sunset melded slowly into the night. The golden-pink sky swirled and danced with the soft green glow of the northern lights. Through the dense, snow-covered pines Marceline could see the tall walls of Windhelm. It had been a night like this when she had last engaged the mighty Ulfric that defied an empire, and he had utterly ignored her. Marceline hoped that this meeting with the jarl would accomplish more than their previous encounter had. That night she had walked away empty-handed; tonight would be different—it had to be.
Lost in thought Marceline startled as Dres placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you remember the last time you were here?”
“I was just thinking of that,” she replied absentmindedly, as the group of companions approached the br
PrologueIt was cold in his quarters. Partsel opened his eyes slowly and realized, as he did each and every morning before, that open eyes saw little more than closed ones did. Only a single flickering candle provided any light in his room, and that was already more than what could be found in the other chambers.
Another day, if you can call it that at all, he thought. He sat up on his bed, reached for the torch that lay beside him on a small table, and then held it into the candle’s flames. The torch caught fire immediately and painted the walls orange and red.
The young priest placed the torch in an iron holder while he put on his boots and changed his sleeping robes for a new one. “Damn cold,” he muttered to himself, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to sleeping in my robes.” Even the short time he spent naked between taking off the sleeping robe and putting on the new one sent a chill all through his body.
He could still remember the day he arrived
She's AmazingKalei had only been gone for three weeks now, but it felt like three years to Dylan. It had taken him more than a week to stop checking Kalei’s room to see if she was there. Acceptance had finally taken hold of him, but it still hurt with his girl gone.
Callie and Sequoia did everything they could to keep him distracted, Sequoia had a bit of a time getting over the fact that her mate would be gone for some time, but she accepted it quicker than Dylan accepted Kalei’s leaving
Dylan, listen to me. I know it's hard with both of them gone. But you know they'll both be back. They're fighters.
It's just that I'm worried about Kalei. I know she can keep herself alive… But since what happened with those Rotherans, I can't help but worry. That limp in her leg slowed her down…
Dylan, look at me, he turned to look at Sequoia in the eye, Kalei is a tough girl, she's self-reliant. Besides, she has Freedom with her, you and I both know Freedom would protect her with
I Cannot Believe ThisI watched as Eiðný led me over to a room off to the side. She opened the door, revealing an office, in one corner, a chest sat. It looked like it had not been moved since it was placed there. Eiðný gestured over to it and I blew off the dust and lifted the lid. I had expected to find nothing, in here, but instead it was filled with papers, notebooks, and a bunch of official looking papers and stuff. I looked to the elf standing next to me, demanding explanation
“This is what my mother wanted to protect?” I asked, confusion and slight anger rising. Eiðný nodded and kneeled down next to me, she pushed away a few papers before lifting up a journal. I read the name that was written in golden runes in the upper right corner
“‘Property of Abigail Becher. Historian of Iceland and Keeper of Magic’.” I raised an eyebrow and took the book from Eiðný’s hands and opened it. From front to back ea