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>A Z6 baton seems like the perfect choice, you always did think the Sith were strong, and to be able to show your strength to them would be perfect, hell you might even be force sensitive or something like that
>It always did seem like some weird magic the force users had, but you never really questioned it. Seriously, if you could pick up something from a desk a mile away you wouldn't care if it's magic or if you grew an invisible tentacle
>Besides, this is what you wanted, a chance to be able to fight a force user and have more than a one percent chance at success! The stories of power and wit from them was amazing and you wanted to show that you: a simple-No a heroic Stormtrooper could easily defeat such a legend in their own form of combat.
>So you decided that this was it, the baton was right for you
>Captain Phasma's instructions said to meet at the hangar, a strange place to start training but training nonetheless you suppose
>After a few minutes you reach the hangar on the star destroyer
>"I see that the last of the cadets are entering now. Excellent then we shall begin."
>A number of strange tests were given to each cadet
>A few seemed oddly specific such as: Are you afraid of heights? Do you experience Vertigo? It pieced together in your head that they were searching for possible pilots, but you didn't want to become one anyway so when you weren't summoned in front of Phasma you weren't saddened
>Out of the fifty of us cadets, only 15 were chosen. You expected more but you guess that a fear of heights is larger than you thought for some of you
>"These cadets will be turned into pilots, see to it that they are properly trained." The Captain said this as she spoke to a pilot who apparently earned the name Spit Fire from rumors heard around you
>As she and her newly met cadets walk off you notice Captain Phasma's helmet turned towards you and your fellow cadets
>"Welcome to hell cadets"
If I told you you'd
you might get Partvand
>Training from Captain Phasma was going to be hard, you knew that from the start but this is almost impossible, hell one actual trooper decided to watch you and he was leaving by the fifth lap around the ship
>But you can tell it's paying off
>You feel faster, more alert, stronger and overall better
>Just the other day when you were tasked with cargo movement across the ship, you could barely make it half way without needing to take a break afterwards
>But this time you just needed a quick swig of water and bam you were already at the cafeteria before very other cadet. Except for one
>A female cadet with a mess of rainbow hair who probably put on her helmet anytime any one of higher status came along to hide the obvious rule breaking of both her color and length of hair
>You never much cared for her or her way of rule breaking
>You approach RD42 and decide to ask her about this whole rule breaking act
"Not many cadets break the rules as much as you, let alone as nonchalantly"
>"What does it matter to you? You're probably just a hypocrite breaking more than I am."
>As your anger is contained it might be hard to keep it that way being around this "trooper"
>You leave her and her ways alone
>The next few weeks are a blur and all of the training as well
>Your body feels like you were cut into pieces and put back together again even better than before
>Your strength, speed and stamina have been increased significantly
>The weeks were unforgettable but this day was different
>As you finished training barely breaking a sweat the Captain approached you
>"AN0N, follow me for a moment cadet"
>All of the other cadets' eyes were focused on you, some showing anger, pity, admiration
>You walked with the Captain as she took you through halls of the ship and to the armory
>"You show promise AN0N, even some troopers can't keep up with you cadet. Your ability is being wasted where you already excel so I offer you something I haven't offered to any cadet in a long time. I want to personally overlook your training."
"But Captain, aren't you already doing that?"
>"If you can call babysitting training then I just might be overlooking. Most of those cadets will be in that training for years, but you. You're different like I was when I was a cadet."
>"You're probably going to be a trooper faster than I did cadet, so what do you say?"
"I would be honored Captain."
>"Good, meet me here tomorrow four hours earlier than usual training"
>Four hours? Ugh
>At least you're being trained personally now
>It honestly doesn't feel much better than normal training
>It's probably just a label to show the prowess of your success as a cadet
>"Before you go cadet, I want to give you a welcoming present to my training."
"And what would that be Captain?"
>She points behind her and says something you've been dying to hear
>"Choose what you'll take into the war AN0N. I hope to see successful results from you."
>It's more than you could dream of. Weapons of pristine shape and maintenance all at your disposal
>"Pick something kid." An unfamiliar voice says
>You turn to see a trooper in full armor and a good old SE-44C pistol at his side
>You gawk at his very presence, most troopers are too busy in the fray, working or patrolling to even notice you, let alone talk to you.
>"Uh you alright kid?"
>You pull yourself together as you realize you're staring
"Uh yeah I'm great right now actually!"
>"Well don't just stand there. Pick something out."
>You look around and see heaps of weapons laid out everywhere for you to see and pick
>They all seem tempting but one seems to be more than the others
>A Z6 baton and shield
>You pick up the two in haste
>"Heh nice kid."
"I've always wanted one of these you know."
>You say as you hold the baton and give it a few swings
>"You know we're in a war right? I don't want to put a damper on you but you're going to need something long range for any enemy carrying a blaster"
>You hadn't completely thought about that
>"Tell you what kid, you can grab one of those blaster pistols and be on your merry way with three weapons on you"
"You're sure Captain won't mind?"
>"She sent me in here to make sure she would mind. She doesn't want you dead on the spot, otherwise she wouldn't offer personal training."
>You pick up the pistol and put it inside your belt
>One day this little guy will be in your holster
>You wake up much earlier than before to start training with Captain as soon as possible
>You walk to the armory and see Captain Phasma standing there waiting for you
>"A bit earlier than expected cadet, good to see your enthusiasm"
>You didn't realize the smile on your face until she sarcastically said the last part of her sentence
>She beckons you to follow her into a training room you didn't see before with other lieutenants training their cadets
>You notice six girls in total as the cadets training
>What you didn't expect was to see RD42 being one of them
Sarge died in the tornado anon.
May he rest in peace.
Post loyalty in honor of our comrade.
Good luck m80, and have fun!
Don't just tell us what color you want it to be.
Show us your lightsabers.
There's not that many pommels I like and no hand guards
not Kylo type guards but just something to stop me from holding it at the bladebut here you go. So when are we posting our OC spacecraft?
I made a lego Ebon Hawk once. It was sized for the lego guys, but the engines were held on by barely any parts and that made it really wobbly.
I didn't have enough brown parts either so it was just grey and black.
I also made one of the LAAT gunships because I didn't have the money to get the set. Doors on that fell off constantly though.
Good times, I wish I'd find the pictures of that Ebon Hawk.
Tough choice, but it would probably be just a standard hilt with either an aqua or silver crystal.
I always have a hard time deciding what to go with for the emitter though, sometimes with a shroud some days or without for others.
If no lightsaber staff I write angry letter to lucas
Not sure on what exactly I want in a lightsaber, though this is close enough
Alright faggots, I'm thinking of writing a story for the first time, but it won't happen until I repair my computer.
unless you guys don't care about typos and shit, in which case, I can post from my phone.It SHOULD be fixed within the week, but life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high, because you never know when you're gonna go.
Oh my... Well looks like it's time to make the bald man cry
I'm so glad this exists. I just couldn't help myself
Pls it's just this once it won't happen again.
Monday. As much as I'd like too, I can't draw on Sundays.
>I already did necrophilia, pedophilia and bondage.
Hey drawfriend I have a few other ideas for your drawings if you're not too busy
Coco from sarge's being fucked by her training droids
Luna and sunset from sarge's story using an ancient meditation technique in their search for anon called
scissoringmeditation so yeah... pretty much just luna and sunset scissoring
A crossover between mando sunsetfrom solaire's story and coco from sarge's story having fun with eachother wearing nothing but their mando helmets
Fluttershy and Zecora from sarge's getting fucked by the force hunters when they were on felucia
>A crossover between mando sunsetfrom solaire's story and coco from sarge's story having fun with eachother wearing nothing but their mando helmets
MY DICK IS FULLY ERECT
So, I've been nothing but a lying son of a bitch that's made promises of posting, then has failed to deliver, and I'm a total dick because of it. I'm sorry. I'm here now and I've got a good update ready. I'll post it in a few minutes.
>Mando Sunset and Coco
That sounds hot as hell.
Sorry, I got a little exited when you said money. I thought we could discuss details for said porn comic.
sorry anon I still haven't gotten payed from my last job
Deliver and all is forgiven; don't, and all is forgotten.
>You groan as your eyes flutter open and the light from above blurs your vision.
>You slowly blink a few times in an attempt to get everything around you to come into focus.
>You hear steady beeping around you, along with occasional mechanical whirring and clicking.
>A figure you don't recognize at first comes into view on your left and looks at you.
>It's talking, but you can't understand it.
>After a few seconds, you groan and blink again, and the figure turns into Twilight.
>"Anon? Can you hear me?"
>You take a deep breath and nod at her.
"Yeah... I can hear you..."
>She smiles and turns around to look at something and you shut your eyes.
"How long was I out?"
>"About two hours and forty-five minutes."
>You reach up and rub your eyebrows together.
>That's weird. Your fingers feel like cold metal for some reason...
>Your eyes shoot open again and you see your new appendage for the first time.
>Your sleek robotic left hand seems to float in front of you as the fingers slowly move around, according to your command.
>You slowly sit yourself up and turn it around to look at the back side.
>There are a few gaps in the joints between the protective plates that allow you to see parts of the mechanisms inside that allow it to move, and all the way through it in a few places.
>Your eyes drift further up and you see that your entire arm is just as sleek and robotic as your hand.
>You slowly turn your arm around and look at it from as many angles as you can.
>"Do you like it?"
>You look up at a smiling Twilight for a moment before looking back at your new arm with a grin and a chuckle.
>It's a bit strange, you are giving commands to your new arm like you do with your right, but you cannot feel anything at all with it. It's almost like your arm is completely numb from the shoulder down.
>You bring both of your hands together and interlock your fingers.
>It feels smooth and cold against your flesh, and your nerves feel off-balance as only one hand experiences the sensation of touch. It will take some getting used to.
>"I designed it myself. Those plates that cover the circuitry are extremely durable. I figured that, in your line of work, you must see a lot of action, so I decided to help you out a bit. You'll be able to take and do some more damage with that arm."
"Well that will certainly come in handy. No pun intended."
>She giggles a bit at that and walks over to you.
>"I noticed on Sunset's armor that she has some extra gadgets and technology on both of her gauntlets, so I took the liberty of adding a few slots on your forearm for some extra auxiliary equipment."
"Well, my flamethrower was on my left arm. My dartcaster too. It would be nice to have those back."
>She thinks to herself for a moment.
>"Well, I'm not used to working on weapons. I wouldn't trust myself at first. I'm just a tech expert."
>So, she could probably figure it out if she had enough time.
>You want to get out of here as fast as you can though.
"Well, they were part of the same assembly that was hooked up to my suit. I have a couple spares aboard my ship. Do you think you could modify one if I brought it to you?"
>"I can take a look. It sounds doable."
>She turns around and you swing your legs off to the side of the table.
>The gyros and mechanics in your new arm whir and click softly as it does its job and pushes you up to a standing position.
>You take another look at it and grin as you turn it around a few times to look at it from all angles.
>You chuckle a bit as you look to Twilight.
>She's holding a small toolbox and a datapad, along with a few other pieces of equipment.
"What are you doing?"
>"I'm going with you to your ship! I figure it will be less of a hassle for you."
>She smiles at you and waits for your response.
>You give a little shrug after a bit. It couldn't hurt, and she's offering. So why not?
"Alright then. Let's go."
>She shows her teeth as she smiles wider and you both head out of the room toward the hangar bay.
>She walks right beside you as you head through the medical bay and into the hall, her smile never fading.
"Do you know where Sunset is?"
>"I think she headed back to your ship to get everything situated for your departure."
>Which means that she grabbed your armor and helmet from her room.
>You look down to your arm as you walk.
>In this light, it looks sleek and shiny. You can't help but smile as you watch it naturally swing back and forth with each step you take.
"You said you designed this?"
>"Yep. How does it feel?"
"It feels good, I think. I can't really feel anything at all, but I've got no complaints with it so far."
>She blushes a bit at your compliment.
>You continue through the hallways until you reach the hangar and your ship comes into view.
>Your beautiful, beautiful ship.
>Feels like forever since you've seen it.
>You head up the ramp and look around at the interior.
>Everything looks like how you last left it and you can't help but smile as you feel like you're coming back home.
>You walk into the main hold and see Sunset come out of the cockpit.
>Her eyes go wide as she sees your new arm and she starts to smile a bit.
>You grin and lift it up to give her a better look.
"Yeah, it's nice. Twilight did a good job."
>Twilight gives another little giggle behind you and Sunset glances at her.
>"Uh, we're not taking her along with us, are we?"
"No. She's just here to make some custom adjustments to my arm."
>This isn't going to be another "Rarity" situation. You've learned your lesson.
"How are we looking?"
>"Everything looks good so far. I've got a few little things I want to look at real quick, but we're ready to go whenever you are."
>Sunset is just perfect in every way.
"Fantastic. This shouldn't take too long. This way, Twilight."
>You lead Twilight into the armory where you see your armor, helmet, and jetpack all laying on your workbench.
>Well, most of it. The left gauntlet and shoulder pad is gone.
"Set your stuff here."
>You grab it all and set it down on the ground beside the workbench. Twilight puts her toolbox down and exhales.
>It looks heavy. Maybe you should've offered to help her carry it.
>She takes another deep breath and smiles as she looks through her toolbox.
>"Okay. Why don't you find your spare gauntlet and let's see what we can do."
>You turn around to face one of the footlockers on the ground and open it up to see the various pieces of extra equipment you've stored.
>It's always good to be prepared and plan ahead.
>After rummaging through it for a few seconds, you produce an extra left gauntlet. It's unpainted, but it has the attachment for a flamethrower and a dartcaster already installed.
>You bring it over to Twilight and she picks it up to inspect it for a moment.
>"Alright... Yeah, I can do this... Um, is it alright if I use some of the metal from this gauntlet as scrap?"
"If you can make it work, then by all means."
>She grabs a device from her toolbox and uses it to take off the armor plating covering the internal hardware in your gauntlet.
>Once the covering is removed, she takes your arm and tampers with the internal circuitry just above your wrist.
>You just silently watch her as she does her work.
>After exposing a few wires in your arm, she reaches into her toolbox and grabs a small welder and a pair of goggles.
>She was really lugging all this crap in there?
>She puts the goggles on and you look away, knowing that it will produce a bright light.
>A few seconds pass when you see the light create a flickering shadow of you on the wall. You squint your eyes as it reflects off the wall and into your face a bit.
>You can only hear her work now. Every few minutes, another flash of light appears as she turns on the welder again, so you keep your eyes off of her.
>Another few minutes pass, and you hear her set something down and exhale.
>"Alright, I think I've got it."
>You look back to see your left arm fitted with a piece of your armor covering the flamethrower and dartcaster mechanism in your old gauntlet.
>It looks fairly close to your old gauntlet.
>"I used some of the metal pieces to create a makeshift hardware attachment for you. It will operate just like your old gauntlet and you can remove it whenever you want to just like this."
>She takes the mechanism and slides it down your arm a bit before it just comes off. She slides it back on a moment later.
"Looks simple enough."
>"It shouldn't get knocked off in combat or anything, but you'll be able to take it off with ease whenever you want."
>You reach over and slide the flamethrower attachment off before putting it back on.
"Very impressive. I like it."
>"Thank you. I'm glad you do."
>She smiles again and you slide the flamethrower off and on a few more times before leaving it off and placing it on the workbench.
"Well Twilight, I appreciate you helping me out like this. You've taken a huge burden off of my shoulders."
>"Oh, it's the least I could do. You helped save my life. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and Sunset."
"Well then, I guess I can count this as my good deed for this week."
>She giggles again and begins gathering up her stuff and putting it back in her toolbox.
>Once it's all full, she moves to pick it up, but you stop her and reach for the toolbox yourself.
"Here, let me help with that."
>You pick it up and head down the ramp to your ship with Twilight walking beside you.
>There's a bit of an awkward silence between you for a moment before she speaks up.
>"So Anon, do you enjoy being a bounty hunter?"
"Well, it's never boring, if that's what you're asking."
>She gives a little giggle at that. "Well, I'm sure it's not. But do you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, it's a nice little setup. It pays well, and Sunset and I get to make our own hours."
>She gives you a little hum as you head back into the hallways of the cruiser.
>She takes the lead and guides you back toward her office.
>"How did you get started?"
>Ugh, you hate doing backstories.
"Well, Sunset and I were both born on Mandalore and were trained to fight when we were kids. We kept training as we kept growing. Then we fought in a few relatively minor conflicts with other 'groups', I guess you could say, which lasted a few years. Pretty soon, we were old enough to do our own thing. So we worked small jobs chasing people down, or doing whatever, as long as it paid well, until we scrounged up enough money to buy a ship. Now we're some of the best in the business."
>Twilight hums as you finish.
>"It must've been tough growing up in an environment like that."
"It was tough. That was the point. Our reputation as the best warriors in the galaxy means nothing if it isn't enforced. If we want to continue to be the best, we need to learn to fight as early as possible."
>You arrive at Twilight's office and she opens the door for the both of you.
>"Confrontation and violence doesn't solve anything though, Anon. It just makes things worse."
"Confrontation alone doesn't solve anything, you're right. Victory does. The violence, conflict, and collateral damage all stop when victory has been achieved."
>You set her toolbox down and turn back to her.
>"Do you ever get tired of being a bounty hunter? The risks must be awfully high."
"Sometimes. Too much of anything is bad, so I'll need a break every so often. I'd never get tired of this job altogether though. It's tough, but it's necessary, and I happen to enjoy it."
>You give her a shrug and she gives you a small smile in return.
>"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it then, Anon. It seems a bit too violent for my tastes, but I'm happy for you all the same."
>You just look at each other for a moment before you clear your throat.
"Well Twilight, I appreciate your willingness to share your technological expertise with me."
>You raise your new arm in front of you and she smiles again.
>"My pleasure. I hope we get to see you again."
>You both say your goodbyes to each other before you head back toward your ship.
>Along the way, you bump into Applejack and Master Maud again.
>Applejack whistles when she sees your arm.
>"Lookin' pretty snazzy, Anon."
>You grin and look at your arm again.
"Yeah, Twilight really knows her stuff."
>"Where are you headed to next, Anonymous?"
>You look at Maud for a moment.
>You know you shouldn't, but you still hate it when she asks you anything.
>You can't help but be suspicious. She is a Jedi after all.
"Not sure. We're probably going to head back out there and see if there's any work to do."
>Money isn't going to make itself, and you'd like to see this arm of yours in action.
>You both silently stare at each other for a moment.
>She's probably using the Force right now, trying to snoop around in your head for something.
>She's had time to talk with her Jedi Council about this whole thing.
>Is she just as as suspicious of you as you are of her?
>She should know by now that you aren't with the Sith.
"So you guys are going to handle this business with the artifacts and death sticks?"
>"We will be sure to keep tabs on everyone and everything involved with both. Any information is welcome at this point."
"Good. The less of that crap there is in the galaxy, the better."
>She nods her head slightly, breaking eye contact for a moment as she does.
>"Thank you for your assistance, Anonymous."
>She gives you a slow bow and you just nod your head in return.
"Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi."
>You turn to Applejack and bid her goodbye as well.
>You and Maud exchange another glance before you turn around and head back to your ship.
>Maud was a huge help before, and you're glad she was there. You'd all be dead if it weren't for her.
>At the end of the day though, she's still a Jedi.
>The Jedi cannot be trusted.
>You take another deep breath and make your way to your ship.
>When you finally get there, you remember that you needed to do something.
>You don't see Sunset anywhere in the main hold, so you head into the armory and close the door behind you.
>You turn on the communicator on the screen above your workbench and open up a private channel to Cato Neimoidia.
>After a couple of rings, you see Rarity's face appear on the screen.
>"Anonymous! Thank goodness it's you! I heard about the whole thing with the Rakghouls and I've been worried sick about you ever since! Sunset said you were injured! Are you alright?!"
"Woah, woah, Rarity, I'm fine! I'm alright!"
>"Are you sure?! I've heard about those dreadful creatures! Nothing bad happened to you, did it?!"
>You pause a little bit at that.
>Don't lie, Anon. She'll never forgive you.
>You reluctantly hold up your robotic arm for her to see and she gasps and covers her mouth in response.
>"Oh my goodness..."
"Look, it's not that bad. I'm fine, alright?"
>"How did it happen?"
"How do you think? I was infected. Sunset had to amputate my arm to save my life."
>It takes a few minutes, but you recount your entire story of getting captured by the Republic after turning in Trixie, then how you got wind of the Rakghoul-infested cruiser that was threatening Mandalore, then how you destroyed the ship, rescued Twilight, and only lost your arm in the process.
>She listens intently as you do.
>"Well, your mission was a success. I heard that Mandalore picked up the explosion on their scopes, but they couldn't identify anything about who the ship belonged to. It was completely vaporized when they got there."
"That's good. I heard that we destroyed it."
>"Have you spoken to Sunset at all since you've been up?"
"Not really. I haven't had the chance, and she seems a bit down."
>"Well, I'm not surprised. She's been through quite the ordeal."
>Oh, she's been through an ordeal?
"Excuse me, but who lost an arm here?"
>She folds her arms and gets defensive.
>"You did, Anon. But who had to cut off an actual appendage of someone close to them in order to save their life?"
>You say nothing and she continues.
>"Who had to remove something that someone close to them has had since they were born? Who is going to have to live with themselves for the rest of their life with that knowledge? Who is probably racked with so much guilt about it right now?"
>You never really thought of how Sunset is taking this.
>You know she cares deeply for you, as you do for her. She probably does feel horrible for what she had to do.
>You've just been so selfish that you didn't see it before.
>"Girls are more sensitive by nature, Anon. Regardless of whether or not she is a Mandalorian, she probably feels extremely guilty that she had to do what she had to do. I'm sure she's overjoyed that you're alive, but I bet she's never had to do anything like this before in her life."
>She takes another deep breath as she looks at you.
>"You need to talk to her about this , Anon. She wont. She probably feels like she can't."
"Why would she think that? We've been together forever."
>"Because you're always about business, no matter where you go. It's not good. You never stop and talk about anything except for work. 'Who's the next target? What's the next job? Where do we go from here?' You need to slow down and understand her feelings and thoughts about things every now and then. This was a hard thing for her to do and you need to make sure she's okay. Prove to her that you're not just a machine, Anon."
>You shrug a little as you hold up your arm again.
"Well, not completely."
>She doesn't smile, even a little bit.
>"Anon, I'm being serious."
>You take a deep breath and rub your neck a little.
"Maybe you're right."
>"No, there's no 'maybe' here. I am right. If you want to make sure she's really happy and that she really knows that you're there for her the way she is for you, then do as I say and talk to her. Have an honest heart-to-heart with her about this."
>You nod a little.
>She is right and you know it.
>You haven't been fair to Sunset outside of work.
>You take her for granted, and you really shouldn't. You feel like a total ass now that you know about it.
"Alright... I'll talk to her right now."
>Now she smiles and nods at you.
>"Good. Talk to her, let her know how much you mean to her, then let me know how it goes. I like to stay in the loop with these things."
>You chuckle a bit.
"A gossip to the very end."
>She giggles a little at that and you shut down communications after saying goodbye.
>You just sit there and ponder to yourself for a moment.
>How should you start?
>You press the intercom button on the wall after a while.
"Sunset, I'm here. Get us into orbit around the planet."
>You stay where you are and think a bit longer.
>After a few moments, the ship hums and whirs to life before you feel it move around as it exits the cruiser's hangar.
>You get up and head to the cockpit.
>Sunset's sitting in her usual spot, in the pilot's seat and you sigh as you enter. Kashyyyk is right outside the window in front of her.
>"So, where to?"
"Uh, let's decide that in a second."
>She looks over to you as you sit down in the co-pilot's seat beside her and take a deep breath.
"Can we talk for a bit?"
Alright, that's all I've got so far. I'm sorry I took so long to post again. The holidays were here, I've got conflicts going on with my family that are grabbing my focus, and I've been dicking around with my work friends on Destiny to unwind in that time. I'm going to try and make a better effort to be here more often in the future.
I said it before and I'll say it again; I love writing. It's so much fun and I want to do it more. Life just gets in the way too much sometimes, you know?
I recently got an email that my jetpack for my Mando armor is on its way. It should be here tomorrow, so I'll post some pictures of it here for you guys.
Thanks again everyone.
It was a pretty good update. Anon's new arm is real cool, I love the idea of a mechanical arm that can be outfitted with new detachable weapons depending on the situation.
Also enjoyed the Mando/Jedi hate going on with him and Maud.
>I said it before and I'll say it again; I love writing. It's so much fun and I want to do it more. Life just gets in the way too much sometimes, you know?
I know exactly what you mean m8. Don't sweat it.
Nice. Can't wait to see that armor.
this took longer than i thought.
I saw your question in the last thread. Sombra's not really a 'Sith Lord', he's that special kind of Sith that only pops up every thousand years or so, like the Ganondorf of the Sith people. He's king of the Siths and is regarded as the new Sith'ari so his followers refer to him as lord.
Boy this is turning into a bio.
He caught Palpatines attention when he once again reunited his people under one banner and raised an army constituting millions, given that the Sith hunger for power the emperor offered Sombra new weapons and fighting styles if he pledged his armies to be on friendly terms with the Empire. Sombra and Palpatine have an uneasy alliance since both are vying for control of the galaxy, Sombra only tolerates the deal because he feels he must bide his time.
I'll post the story now.
>Back on Moondancer's ship, dubbed the 'Sophist', the newly acquired passengers were just sitting down to dinner
>The girls had long since made a friend with M1-A5, Moondancer's security droid
>Though polished to a gleam the Droideka had mismatching parts
>A remnant of the war was now re-purposed to serve drinks to its guests
>'Patches' was his new nickname given by the children who were now thanking him
>"Why can't he talk?"
>Moondancer picked up a roll
>"He doesn't need to. He serves his function well enough without communication, unlike others..."
>Flash rolled his eyes
>"You were the one who said she didn't mind any extra work that might come our way. Something about a rainy day."
>Moondancer had agreed not to use that word
>"High-detail transport wasn't exactly what i was referring too."
>"The money was good."
>"The money wasn't the issue."
>You look up from your bowl of mystery meat to fetch a spoonful of mashed something
>"Hey, friend. That's for paying customers only."
>Flash was a bit irritated for losing such a big haul
>Moondancer had absolutely refused to take any of your money when you explained the situation
>Though not exactly for the reasons you were hoping
>'If i take your money' she said 'I would be implicating myself. If the empire boards it'll be simpler to admit you're stowaways."
>"Then i guess you can't have any either."
>Flash Sentry had been living on Moondancer's ship for a while, long enough to forget when he had boarded at least
>He met your gaze as you nonchalantly plopped the spoon on your plate
>Moondancer explained she needed a people person, someone who wasn't afraid to strike a deal, bargain, or haggle
>Before she relied too much on the droid to get a job
>Intimidation didn't suit her all too good, neither did haggling
>Too often she would lose a job to someone else who was deemed more capable
>Then one cloudy day on a backwoods port she met Flash
>She felt comfortable enough around him to appear brave as she had just shown
>"The salad Mr. Anonymous?"
>As she served herself Moondancer couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Gilda who focused mainly on her protein
>She didn't bother offering
>"So, how are you all enjoying your second 'night' so to speak, on my ship?"
>You sipped from your cup while the girls chimed in with their enthusiasm of being a ship where they weren't confined to their room
"It's alright, I suppose."
"Well, for the past eight years or so I've traveled to many different planets. I've seen magnificent sunsets, heard the shrillest songbirds, and smelled the sweetest flowers on the wind."
>You pause to wipe your mouth
"On this ship all i have is a wall of musty old books and deafening quiet..."
>Moondancer seemed offput by your comment
>Even Gilda stared at you
"Don't get me wrong though, it just means i forgot what it feels like to have four walls and a roof. It's actually put me quite at ease."
>You continue to eat to Moondancer's delight
>Since there hadn't been a live, conscious, passenger besides Flash in the past she had converted two rooms on her ship into makeshift libraries
>You were fortunate enough to be assigned the most spacious of the two
"I've also forgotten how fun it was to read."
>Gilda snorted, covering her mouth
>"I didn't peg you for an egghead."
>She teased though it was true
>Back at the academy you spent all your free time in the library instead of practicing with your friends
>It was where you formed your strongest opinions regarding the order of the Jedi
"I read one book."
>"Are you reading it again tonight?"
>After dinner the girls stayed at the table to play a game with Moondancer and M1-A5
>Gilda went off sit at one of the turrets in the cargo hold to be alone
>And you were just on your way back to your room, it wasn't for sure that you'd read, but you would definitely sleep
>You heard a fast approaching set of footfalls behind you and let yourself be taken by Flash
>He grabbed you by the neck and twisted your arm
>Throwing you against the wall he leaned in real close and whispered harshly
>"Hey 'Jedi', don't think i don't know what you were doing back there."
"Is this about the money? Not my fault she wouldn't take it."
>You grunted as he twisted your arm
>"Don't play stupid! I saw the way she looked at you when you first stepped aboard."
>Moondancer's face lit up when she first saw you
>"I had to work my ass off day and night to get her to show me the smallest bit of decency. Before you came along she was an ice queen, now she just looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
>Flash twisted your arm again
"Agh. Hey it's not my fault the girl has a crush on me!"
>"I want you off this ship as soon as we land on Naboo. Understand? Otherwise you'll have more to complain about than a sore arm."
>Flash pushed himself off you and walked away
"You know you don't have to be jealous."
>You say rubbing your elbow
>Flash stopped in his tracks and veered around
>"What did you say?"
>He started back at you and grabbed you by the collar
>Gilda appeared around the corner, a toothpick in her mouth
>Flash gripped you harder before he let go as she walked up
>She towered over the both of you
>Flash smiled at her
>"No problem here. Right Anonymous?"
>You smiled back
>With that the smile disappeared from his face and he walked away up the ladder to his cabin
>"Don't think you can fool me Dweeb."
>Gilda stared down her nose at you
"Really. There wasn't a problem. Guy just can't handle a little competition."
>She gave you an unsettling smile
Alright that's it for now. Also i've notice my pastebin was added to the list in the general. Should i trip? At first i didn't want to in case i flaked on the story, but looks like you found me.
>your jaw hit the floor as your two companions strode off towards the three Jedi fighters
>"We're not. I've always been a fan of hands on learning, kid."
>you scowled at the blue-haired Jedi as she clambered into one of the fighter's cockpits
>it was rather similar in design to her speeder, with a ton of blue and silver shine catching your eye
>the excitement that you remember watching police cruisers soar overhead while you were on Naboo began to well up inside you, clashing with the apprehension of actually flying
>still, if you took it fairly easy for your first time, what could go wrong?
"Um, okay then. So where are we going?"
>Octavia wiped her nose, fighting a smile off of her face
>"Our first stop is an asteroid field in the Unknown Regions."
"What? Why would we ever want to go to the Unknown Regions, especially to an asteroid field."
>Vinyl shot you a thumbs up from her fighter
>"Because that's where you're going to learn to fly!"
>you cast a pleading look at Octavia, hoping that Vinyl had come up with this idea by herself and your dark haired Jedi would be the voice of reason that you had come to expect
>instead, she gave you a small shrug and headed to her own fighter, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the hangar
>you pouted furiously in the direction of her mustard-colored ship before turning on your heel and heading to the third fighter
>it was a simple, standard fighter, but you were kind of caught off guard at its edgy gunmetal gray and red paint job
>you noted with interest that the ship was already outfitted with a rather eccentric-looking droid
>it was decorated with seemingly endless hues of pinks and blues, making it stand out and clash with the much darker look of the fighter
"I see my ride is kind of colorful."
>Vinyl looked up from rifling through her cockpit and grinned
>"Sorry kid, both the droid and the ship were sitting in storage until a few days ago. I'm not really sure where either of them came from originally, or why they look so crazy."
>you hummed inquisitively, approaching the ship
>the astro droid looked to be one from the R2 series, and it beeped inquisitively at you under your inspection
"Hello little friend. What's your name?"
>while you were far and away from understanding the series of beeps that came from the droid in response, you were able to read the letters emblazoned on it's body
>it read PINK 2.0
>you smiled at that
"You certainly match the name, don't you?"
>the droid twittered, almost like a laugh
>as you vaulted into the cockpit, another string of beeps came from the droid, with an inquisitive tone to them
"Sorry Pink, I don't understand astromech."
>there was a brief pause, then a display panel inside the cockpit lit up, and a string of words scrolled across it
"Oh, you want to know my name? I'm Anon. Nice to meet you too."
"Okay then. You're going to have to help me out, you know. I'm new to this whole flying thing."
>the distinct sound of a headset crackling to life came from above you, so you reached up and fit the piece into your ear
>"Are you done introducing yourself to your droid there, champ?"
>heat rushed to your face as you readjusted the comm piece to a more comfortable
"Eavesdropping on people isn't very polite, y'know."
>"Good thing I never claimed to be polite."
>another voice murmured in your ear
>"Truer words were never spoken."
>you sighed and dialed down the volume, setting the friendly bickering at a dull roar
>cracking your knuckles with nervous anticipation, you scanned the console of the cockpit, catalouging the more obvious of the controls
>the steering and throttle controls seemed pretty simple, with a two-handled control set up in front of you
>you flicked the controls in the four main directions experimentally, feeling the soft groan as the engines swivelled to match your ministrations
>you clicked your tongue in satisfaction at the ease and fluidity the controls allowed
"Seems easy enough."
>amused twittering came from your droid companion as you scanned the other knobs and switches
>some of them made vague sense to you, while the purpose for others flew over your head completely
>and for the life of you, you couldn't find anything that resembled an ignition switch
"Hey, Pink. Can you help me out with turning this thing on?"
>the response came in the form of a large blinking light directly above a thick silver button
>pushing it yielded the satisfying noise of the engines thrumming to life
>you smiled and settled into your seat
>it wasn't a royal blue police cruiser, but at this point you'd argue that this was even better
>you reached up to you earpiece and adjusted it so you could hear your two companions again
"Isn't there a piloting simulator in the Temple? Shouldn't we have started with that?"
>Vinyl's voice crackled through in reply
>"Normally, yeah. But it was a four month waiting period to get in it. Ain't nobody got time for that."
>Octavia's voice also pitched in
>"It was cleared to give you a more hands-on instruction. Besides, given your gung-ho personality that you've seemed to have inherited from Vinyl, we figured you would enjoy this more. That is, unless you're scared."
"I'm not scared!"
>"You will be."
>you grumbled in reply, which drew more laughter from the two Jedi
>"Time's wastin', champ! Let's get rolling!"
>you rolled your eyes as Viny'ls custom fighter flew out of the hangar, closely followed by Octavia's yellow one
"We don't even have wheels..."
>you nudged the control sticks gently, feeling the fighter lift up off the ground
>okay, so far so good
"You're putting a whole lot of faith in me to not wreck everything on my way out the hangar."
>"Just try not to even envision that as a possible outcome."
"Yeah, easy for you to say. Pink, where's the throttle?"
>blinking lights pointed you to a singular floor pedal
>brief experimentation told you it was both throttle and what you could only assume were inertial dampeners, as easing off the pedal brought you to a stop
>you cautiously made your way out of the hangar and into the open Coruscant sky, thankful for the restricted airspace around the Temple
>"See? You're a natural, kiddo. Let's make our way to the hyperspace rings."
>you nodded before remembering that no one could see you, and sped up to catch the two Jedi ships in front
>the controls were fluid, but not overly sensitive, and you quickly found comfort in the pilot seat as the three of you left the atmosphere
>soon, three blinking metallic rings came into view
>"Yep. These little fighters were designed for manueverability and quickness, so the engines are a bit lacking in FTL heft. Fortunately, we have these rings. There should be a little display lighting up on the console."
>sure enough, a little screen had flickered to life, giving you a digital readout of the ring you supposed was yours
>"Just tap it to auto-pilot your ship in for attachment."
>obeying Vinyl's instructions, you lightly tapped the display with your finger
>a soft jolt went through the ship as you briefly surrendered control, and you floated towards one of the rings
>"Oh, and we'll send you the coordinates we're going to. That's kind of important. Your droid can plug them in."
>moments later, a set of numbers flashed across your main display, which made very little sense to you
"Okay, Pink. If you'd be so kind."
>someone snorted across the comm, which sounded like a rush of static
"That's the droid's name. Did you even bother to look at what you 'gave' me?"
>an odd silence stretched between the three of you for a while, and you scrunched your face up into a scowl as your ship locked into place with the ring
>"Ready for this, kiddo?"
>"I've done this hundreds of times, and I'M never ready for it."
"Ready for what?"
>"You'll see. Making the jump to hyperspace in three...two...one..."
>it was difficult to describe the feeling as your ship lurched into the aether
>visually, you were in awe as the stars went from small pinpricks of light to thick lines that shot past your cockpit
>at the same time, you felt every particle of your body tingle at the massive acceleration it was going through
>you felt stretched, taut almost, as if any stress would snap you in half
>then everything snapped back into place, and you felt solid again
>the space outside of you had become a swirling mass of deep blue plasma, and your display indicated how much time you had before you reached the coordinates
>and by the constant static in your ear, you guessed that any communication would be snatched away before it could make it to its intended target
>the display told you that you had a bit of a wait until you reached your destination,, so you leaned back and closed your eyes
>Saphina's ethereal voice spoke up quietly
>'I don't like it in space much.'
>'It's too dark, too empty, too...lifeless.'
'Mmm. Peaceful, though.'
>'As peaceful as a wasteland.'
>with that, she withdrew, leaving you to your own silent thoughts
>a few minutes later, a series of loud beeps from Pink jolted you out of your reverie
"Huh? What's up?"
>you scanned the dashboard, realizing you were a few seconds away from arriving at the coordinates you were given
>your muscles tensed, and a few seconds later, an uncomfortable jolt shot through you, and you were once agains subjected to the uncomfortable stretching sensation
>a few jarring, queasy seconds later, you found yourself outside of a sizeable asteroid field
>Octavia and Vinyl hopped out of warp moments later, with Octavia letting out a small moan of discomfort
>"Hey champ, did you vomit?"
>you could easily envision Vinyl's shit eating grin
>"See 'Tavi, you just have a weak stomach."
>Octavia groaned again
>"This is why I hate flying."
>giggling, Vinyl sent her fighter into a roll, positioning it right in front of yours
>you noticed that her detached ring was floating away, so you coughed an unspoken question
>"Oh, yeah, just tap the screen again to detach the ring. It's programmed to orbit nearby."
>you raised your eyebrow as your own detached ring began to float away
>"In good time, young one. In good time. For now, let's have a bit of fun while 'Tavi recovers from her space sickness."
"Er, alright. What kind of fun?"
>"Just a little race."
>you cocked an eyebrow reflexively
"In an asteroid field?"
>"Why not? Obstacles make it fun! Besides, these asteroids are mostly gas and ice."
"That doesn't do a very good job of assuring me we won't die."
>before you could say anything, Vinyl's ship flipped in a tight roll and barrelled towards one of the nearby asteroids, laughing the entire time
>with a stunning explosion of ice crystals, her fighter collided with it and blew straight through, seemingly without a scratch
>"See? They're not very solid, so any impact will mostly be absorbed by your deflector shields. Just try not to run into the entire field."
>you rolled your eyes, biting back a witty comment, and guided your fighter up to the edge of the field
>"Take it slow at first, get a feel for it."
>gritting your teeth and fighting off some nervous jitters, you began to guide your fighter into the field
>fortune seemed to be with you
>none of the asteroids were particualarly large or fast moving, so dodging them was fairly easy
>you were even starting to enjoy zig-sagging your way through these floating hunks of ice when Vinyl's ship came zipping past in uncomfortable proximity
>"Jeez, you fly slower than Master Rinkle walks!"
"Maybe that's because I've only been flying for what, half an hour? I don't even know how fast Master Rinkle gets around!"
>"Excuses. Speed it up or you won't catch me!"
>her ship darted off into the deeper areas of the field, and your hands tightened around the control sticks
>pride began to override fear, and you chased the Jedi's ship
>"That's more like it. Try and keep up!"
>the two of you ducked and wove between the asteroids, playing an odd game of cat and mouse
>"First one out on the other side wins!"
>your game continued, with the two of you growing ever more bold and reckless
>you began to take turns around the asteroids much closer and much sharper, disturbing what little atmosphere the rocks had managed to collect and kicking up ice flecks
>your eyes widened as your two ships came upon a particularly large asteroid with a hole in the center
>beyond, you could see the vast stretches of empty space
>the race was quickly drawing to a close, and you were still stuck on Vinyl's tail
>as she banked to swerve around the asteroid, you had a crazy, hairbrained idea
>you didn't mirror Vinyl's turn, and instead aimed for the hole in the asteroid, increasing your throttle
>"Uh, kid, what are you doing?"
>your grip tightened even more, turning your knuckles white, as you replied
>"Wh-you'll never fit through there! Turn around!"
>in spite of yourself, you smiled
>as it turned out, Vinyl was right
>a screeching noise filled the cabin as you entered the hole in the asteroid, your wings digging into the walls
>it wasn't enough to stop your fighter, though, so you gritted your teeth and kept going
>a quick scan of your dash told you that the power to your shields was quickly dropping, causing your droid copilot to beep worridly
"I know, I know. Just a bit farther."
>tendrils of fear began to worm their way into your mind as the gap stretched on longer and longer, and beads of sweat began to form at your brow as your shields kept dropping
>finally, as your shields were nearly gone, your fighter burst from the other side of the asteroid in a fantastic shower of ice and dust
>you grinned as your ship pulled clear of the field, seeing Vinyl's ship just now cresting the edge of the asteroid
"What are you doing all the way back there?"
>"Not being suicidal."
"Funny. I don't feel dead."
>you got a chuckle at that
>"Hopefully it stays that way. At least Octavia didn't see that little stunt."
>"What little stunt?"
>you didn't need the Force to sense Vinyl's grin
>"Oh, hey 'Tavi. Feeling better? All caught up and such?"
>"Caught up? I'm waiting for you two in orbit!"
>"Ah, right. Follow me, kid."
>Vinyl's ship veered off, and you fell in behind her
"So what do I get for winning?"
>"A nice pat on the back and maybe half my dessert when we get back."
>Vinyl's tone was in mocking imitation of Octavia's
>"A Jedi shouldn't concern themselves with possessions."
>your protest was lost in your choked back laughter as a small blue planet came into view below you
"Where are we?"
>neither Jedi offered a reply, so the three of you sat in silence for a while, floating above the planet
>you steadied your breathing, becoming more mindful of the Force, and slipped into your meditative trance
>there was something that they wanted you to find before anything else happened, you were sure
>you closed your eyes and opened your mind, and immediately understood Saphina's complaints
>back on Coruscant, life was always nearby, providing a colorful and noisy background of emotions that you had come to take for granted
>out here, the normally shining beacons of light that were Vinyl and Octavia were mere spots, glowing faintly against the vast, empty blackness of space
>you recoiled back into yourself, loathing the sensation of nothing, before remembering where you should be focusing your senses
>you reached out to the planet, trying to glean what you could, and the sensation that greeted you filled you with wonder
>there was a notable absense of lifeforms, but that wasn't what drew your attention
>the planet itself thrummed with the Force, and as you reached out towards it you were filled with emotions that were not your own
>pride, joy, accomplishment, and elation were all present, but there were darker strands of anger, resentment, and dejection woven among them
>Vinyl's voice drew you out of your trance
>"It took me by surprise the first time, too."
>you were unable to speak for a while, and when you could your voice was barely more than a whisper
"What is this place? It's unbelievably strong in the Force..."
>Octavia's voice was calm, if a little distant
>"Welcome to Ilum, Anonymous. Come, what we need is on the surface."
>her ship dipped down and started towards the planet, with you and Vinyl following closely behind
>one smooth reentry and a brief tutorial on how to land later, your fighter touched down on the surface, and you realized why you were advised to dress warmly
>the surface of Ilum was a frozen, white wasteland, with snow covering every visible inch of the landscape
>the sky surrounding you was a clear, icy blue, but you could see dark clouds billowing in the distance, and the wind howled ferociously against your ship
>you double checked everything on your belt, ensuring it was all in place before grabbing your cloak
>your fingers lingered on the apples emblazoned on the belt, before shaking your head and opening the cockpit
>the cold air hit you in the face like an icy bucket of water, and you hissed with disdain as you vaulted out of your ship, wrapping your cloak around yourself tightly
>"Lucky for you the atmosphere is breathable. Did you even check?"
>Vinyl had already disembarked her ship, and was looking at you with amusement in her eyes from under her hefty parka
"Well, you seem to be fine, apart from your intelligence, so I figured that I would be fine."
>"You're a little shithead sometimes, you know?"
>Octavia's reprimand was quiet, barely audible above the wind, but it was enough to render you both silent
>she was wrapped in her own light brown cloak, and althoug her eyes were fixed on you, they seemed far away
>Vinyl grew uncharacteristically morose, and drew her parka around herself tightly
>you mimicked her actions, bracing yourself against the relentless wind
"So, what are we doing here?"
>Octavia turned and began to make her way through the snow, beckoning for you to follow
>"Ilum itself is a somewhat dull planet. It's in a constant winter, with blizzards raging on its surface at any given moment. In spite of this, Ilum used to be considered a good staging planet for exploration into the Unkown Regions. And yet, the system is unnoccupied."
"I'm guessing there's a good reason."
>Vinyl picked up the story
>"The Jedi have prevented any attempts to colonize Ilum, and the construction of any bases in the system. The Republic disagreed, at first, but the Order can be rather persuasive."
"I can imagine."
>"In leiu of sanctioning it outright, due to the concern for it becoming a haven for vagabonds and outlaws, the Republic has quietly convinced investors to just... not."
"And of the vagabonds?"
>Vinyl grinned the wild grin that she usually saved for fights
>"Sometimes the negotiations can be considered agressive."
>Octavia picked up again
>"The obvious question is "why". I know you were about to ask, and the answer is about what you should expect."
"Well, if the Order had a hand in hiding it, I would imagine there's something here of interest or import to us, though I couldn't find it in any of my studies."
>"It's in the part of the library you don't have acess to yet. Hopefully, when we return, that will change. Look."
>you upturned your gaze to be greeted by a massive structure looming in front of you
>you stood in silence as Vinyl drew even with Octavia, nudging her gently
>"It's been a while, hasn't it? Ever since Master Atma-"
>she cut off abruptly with a small grunt, and it took you a second to realize Octavia had hit her friend
>the dark haired Jedi strode off toward the building, leaving the two of you dumbstruck
>Vinyl's voice was quiet as you caught up to her
>"I forgot how touchy of a subject that was with her."
>Vinyl shook her head
>"A story for another time, and probably best told by her. C'mon, she's leaving us behind."
>with more questions than answers, you quickly followed in Octavia's wake, Vinyl close beside you
>she had paused at the foot of a grand stone staircase, gazing up at the structure serenely
>"The temple on Ilum, a place of enormous importance to all Jedi, especially those in training."
>her words were soft, but she spoke them with such weight and presence that it seemed even the wind turned silent to hear them
>"There are several areas like this throughout the galaxy, all similarly strong in the Force, but this temple is the largest and most sacred within the Order."
"What kind of area?"
>Octavia didn't respond, instead turning and making her way up the stairs with Vinyl again at her side
>you quickly followed them, resolving to get an answer to at least one of your questions sooner or later
>at the top of the stairs were a set of large, ornately carved stone doors
>Octavia paused, putting one hand up as if to touch the figures that were engraved on the snow covered surface
>with a small wave of her hand, the doors began to rumble and swing inward
>the three of you stepped inside, and with another wave Octavia closed the doors behind you
>the room you were in was a large hall, with several towering statues depicting Jedi Knights of old, their lightsabers pointed towards a large, frozen archway
>you were so caught up in observation that Octavia's voice made you jump
>"This temple houses and protects the largest known deposit of crystals used in the construction of our lightsabers. The time has come for you to find yours."
>you were stunned
>with all your training, with the years you had spent in the Order, you should have expected something like this was going to happen
>but you still found yourself at a loss, needing a few moments to absorb what was going on
>Octavia pointed at the archway encased in ice
>"Beyond there, caverns snake and wind beneath the surface. You'll find what you need within."
>you shivered slightly
"At least you guys know the layout, right?"
>"We cannot go with you. You must complete this task alone."
>you took a few tentative steps towards the arch and gulped
"So I just find a crystal, and I'm done?"
>the unmistakable hum of a lightsaber filled the air, and you turned to see that Vinyl had ignited her weapon
>"I guess you could find and use any old crystal. You could use it to construct your own lightsaber, the symbol of our Order, and carry that mediocre weapon with you everywhere. But every single member of our Order will tell you that there is something that calls to you, a feeling that you will get when you find the right crystal, to produce the brightest and most vibrant blade. Otherwise, the blade just seems dull and weak, and the weapon itself will feel...lifeless."
"So, not just any old crystal then."
>Octavia smiled for the first time since you landed
>"That would be wise."
"What will you two do while I'm inside, then?"
>the Jedi duo spoke simultaneously
"Try not to kill each other while I'm gone."
>Vinyl waved her hand dismissively
>"Go on. Try not to freeze to death."
>you gave the blue-haired human a very suggestive hand gesture, which was met with a laugh and a wink
>you turned back to the frozen arch and gulped again
>this entire place gave you an odd feeling
>it wasn't bad, just off-putting, making you want to glance over your shoulder with every step you took
"No time like the present..."
>with that quiet mutter to gather your courage, you stepped beyond the arch and into the cave system beyond
That's all for now. I'll try and keep my update in large chunks like this, though hopefully I'll get around to posting them a bit quicker in the future
Who is the best Jedi waifu and why is it Sunset?
Whoops. I think the update before this is saved as "temp" in pastebin. I'll update it now.
Ah ah ah, that's Pink 2.0. Spoilers spoilers spoilers.
There won't be any canon lewds in the story.
That doesn't mean I'm not going to write them, they'll just be separate.
I really like the way the weathered looked with the leather, although I'm having mixed feelings about the colors amber and blood orange.
I just played KOTOR 2 for like six hours. It is a good game.
Yeah, write more.
Thanks for the pastebin. I was indeed an update behind.
I don't have any real criticisms. All I can say is that I really like your writing style. I know you're setting up for something, and I can't wait to see what it is.
It'll all come together. I haven't put an irrelevant piece of information in the story.
Love it. Love everything about it. I was perplexed as by the lack capitalizations and periods in some places, but that's a minor detail.
I love your writing, and encourage you to keep up the good work
is spike's attraction to rarity a canon acknowledgement of interspecies relationships?
are there any in mlp?
>The girl looks back at the Captain and you with a glare
>You return the look with ease
>You follow Captain Phasma further into the room to find a sparring mat
>This might get painful
>The day continues with you doing basic hand to hand combat for the next 4 hours
>You look bruised, beaten and all around dead but the progress was real
>Even Phasma was surprised at the speed of your learning, which surprises you more due to her earlier words of your potential
>You might just be able to become the next Captain if you keep this up
>Then again that will still probably take years to accomplish
>But it gets you excited that's for sure
>The prospect of ruling over troopers, leading them into a battlefield of blood and rising like the ashes of a Phoenix in victory
>You have a huge smile on your face as you daydream
>You've always found battle beautiful and disgusting
>It's a bit contradictory but knowing you've own is such a rush
>But on the other hand if you fail the overbearing thought of death will drive someone mad
>For you it's never been about the loss
>You'd fight over anything to get the natural high of being alive any day
>The ecstasy of battle running through your mind and veins
>The enemy's blood as the drug
>Your weapon as the syringe
>You as the addict who can't get enough
>Your first battle is always on your mind
>During the first exams your goal was to make it through an obstacle course which was slightly lethal
>The only rule was to make it through as fast as you could
>When you shoved that cadet out of the way
>You'd done it to other cadets
>But when you heard that scream
>It made something click
>Seeing his blood
>Being the fastest to the end
>Almost like a dog given a treat
>You didn't notice it then but looking back at it you were disgusted at the thought of seeing it as a reward
>You still hate it
>But something in your head won't let it go
>It's clawing at you from the inside, like a beast trying to be released from a compound cage
That's sadly all I have for now
I wanted to be able to give a bigger update but I don't have as much time to write now
I'll keep the updates flowing but they might be slow
no bully pls
I liked the movie i really did. The new characters were pretty cool, it had some funny moments and it was great see OT cast again. But the movie kinda felt like a rather big rehash of episode 4.
>Movie begins with one of the main characters hiding valuable information inside a droid.
>The main characters escape from a desert planet on the millenium falcon
> The bad guys have a giant weapon in space and they blow up a planet
> an old man, a wookie and a young guy infiltrate the super weapon to save the female character
> The old man has a history with the masked villain
> The masked villain kills the old guy he knew
>X-wings and Y-wing go blow up the space weapon
Like i said i liked the movie it had some good moments, but come on J.J.
Well, look at it from a production point of view. You've gotta weigh the risk of bringing entirely new content and having it flop vs playing it safe and using an algorithm that has been proven to work in the past. What VII is doing is testing the waters to see how this next trilogy should take shape. I guarantee that the next couple of movies are going to have some pretty adventurous twists, since VII was generally received well
I feel like it was meant as more of a tribute, not to try to copy the original. He referenced many things, but to me it felt like only references. You can point out similarities between apples and oranges, but they are still two different things with two different flavors.
Besides, at least the acting was great. Even the original trilogy didn't have the greatest acting.
I bet that was to satisfy the Lucas so he wouldn't mess with the production.
Even then the story was alright, I liked it.
Rey transitioned well enough from damsel in distress to jedi hopeful, maybe a bit fast but I liked her any way, Some people say she's a Mary Sue but I don't see it; She's the protagonist so she can kick ass and her struggle isn't easy so its not like shes much more different than luke in episode IV . The movie could have ended with Rey just leaving in the millennium falcon the encounter with Luke was quite unnecessary.
The actor for Kylo Ren was a great pic
I felt it was a bit weird how apparently MArk Hamil was getting really in shape for this movie when he only howed up at the end for a few moments and didn't even say anything.
Is he just going to keep working out and shit and become super /fit/ by the time Episode VIII comes out?
Here's one I just made today. I figured I'd prefer something club-like, and I figured it would work well as an emergency weapon even when the saber wasn't working for some reason. I also really liked the body grip, looked like it wouldn't be hard to keep hold of at all.
I hope so. It would be terrible if they said fuck it and made a 3D hamil for the action scenes because he's too fat.
Also, what was your favorite scene from the movie? The millennium falcon escape from Jakku was pure sex.
>Old SWOL Luke Skywalker duels Snoke in crazy lightsaber fight
I would shit a brick
The Falcon escape was pretty great, I loved seeing it smash through all that sand and get banged up.
My favorite part of the movie had to be that duel at the end. You could see how clearly off his game Klyo Ren was, and watching Rey come back after Finn got messed up was awesome. It really felt like I was watching a real fight where getting injured and getting tired were things that actually mattered. I was completely enthralled by it all!
Death star trench run 2.0 was my personal favorite. IMO it was the most tasteful nod in the entire movie.
>tfw you smiled when Fin goes: "that's one hell of a pilot."
>You will never be chosen to be the newest member of Jedi academy.
>You will never be shy and lonely as you try get used to being around people and aliens you don't know.
>A blonde human girl named Applejack will never introduce herself to you and help you get out of your shell.
>She will never learn beside you and teach what she has learned.
>The years will never go by as you two became inseparable friends and passed the Jedi initiate trials together.
>You and Applejack will never have a secret romantic relationship despite being strictly prohibited by the Jedi code.
>You will never overthrow the corrupt Republic with Supreme Chancellor Trump
Alright senpai, I can post another update tonight. It would be pretty substantial, since I've had a pretty good inspirational streak tonight, but it won't be as meaty as the last one. Opinions?
>I felt it was a bit weird how apparently MArk Hamil was getting really in shape for this movie when he only howed up at the end for a few moments and didn't even say anything.
They film all three movies consecutively/together.
Would ya'll like to help me come up with a name for Applebloom's lightsaber in my green? I'm pretty satisfied with the name that was suggested to me for Anon's lightsaber, so I figured I'd see if anyone had any ideas for hers.
a description of it from my last update goes like this
>The long brass hilt reflects what little light that is in the room as you pick it up
>It’s a heavier saber than most, an intentional design characteristic that you chose
>You were hoping that having a heavier weapon would force you to bulk up a little like your older siblings, and the design did seem to give your strikes a little more weight to them
>Picking up the saber, you activate it
>The bloodred saber is almost too long for one of your height although it does give you a great deal of reach
>It had only taken you about a day to put it all together, but you were always quite proud of how well it came out
I'd love to read some more so soon after the last one.
Really? I was not aware of that...
>Be playing Jedi Academy
>Force powers are kind of skewed use wise since heal is the only useful light side power and Lightning is the best Dark Side offensive power in the game.
>Decide to fully rank up Lightning, Grip, Drain, and then also get heal.
>Get fucking scolded by Kyle and Luke for meddling in the dark side.
>Go on some missions with Kyle.
>He cackles as he kills men with lightning.
I'm more angry that the mod I got for dismemberment also applies to dark jedi. Since they can one hit kill me. It really highlights the fact that all the ranged weapons are useless since they can reflect or dodge literally all of them and most basic powers like push or pull do nothing.
Okay, I'll post this update tomorrow. It should be pretty sizable, but sleepy writer is sleepy.
This is the worst thread on /mlp/. Worse than fuckin' vore general.
Why do you do this?
Isn't anything fine as long as its not blatantly mlp of MAGICAL REALM territory?
Getting real tired of this whole court run around. I'll have the update ready for you guys when I get home.
I forgot how much I hated this design. It's seriously some hot topic tier shit.
Ha ha, I didn't know you ended up in traffic court for killing someone.
That is whats so great about it. Sith are edgy faggets with a fetish for black and red and Jedi are self righteous moralfags. Anon even gave his lightsabers names. Face it, hes a giant dork.
I was honestly not aware Electrum was a thing. Interesting though
ooh I like this one a lot, I can definitely work with this. Mandalorian language has lots of really cool terms.
Ragnarok is kind of fitting as well for such a strength based weapon.
I am currently waiting on traffic court as well. Good luck with your shit mang
>Not naming your weapon
>Not talking to your weapon
>Not forming friendship with your weapon
>Not being completely fucking nuts
ONLY MY WEAPON UNDERSTANDS ME
I'm still in love with the lewd drawing of Midnight Sparkle and Anon that was made a while back. It captures pretty much how I imagined she would look like so well.
>It gets harder everyday to stop these thoughts and it's maddening to think about if they could stop
>What if you go into battle and there are no enemies left?
>Would you still kill?
>Would your hands be stained by the blood of your brothers in arms?
>Calm down AN0N
>You will only kill those who aren't worth redeeming like those terrorists that call themselves "The Resistance"
>What an excuse
>To send your troops whom have been blinded by your disgusting ways to die for the sake of "freedom"?
>I pity any who are in it's ranks
>The First Order will have these filthy dogs cleansed and bring peace back to the universe
>But... What if we can't?
>The possibility is slim but what if The Order fails?
>Would you and your brothers be killed as an intimidation?
>They kill mindlessly in the name of "freedom", you've seen what they do to a trooper
>But what if they're even more ruthless beasts than we think?
>What are the slim chances you survive the massacre of your brothers?
>It frightens you more than your bloodlust could to know that if, THEY run out of enemies
>Who will they kill instead?
> The thought of millions of lives being carried on you and The Order's backs fills you with determination
>Determination to purify this evil plaguing the fair denizens of the galaxy
>How will they survive if you can't destroy this toxin filled terrorist group?
>You and your brothers will liquidate their troops until this battle of attrition turns into a driving force led by Phasma herself
>As you think these things you notice that a certain cadet with a bad reputation and haircut slips by
>Something was in her hand
>She was headed to the battle deck?
>What could she possibly need to be doing there?
>The only thing there were the gun operations, flight systems and communication array
>No cadet needs to use these
>You run back towards your room and grab something that you hopefully won't have to use in a fellow cadet
Oh, also, I got off once more scott free. Thanks for your encouragement
*snort*. I'm celebrating with alcohol and more writing. Stay tuned.
I've always been surprised at the number of Jedi Sentinels itt
>You grab your baton
>You run by the armory and see Phasma stepping out
>Taking cover, you don't want to be seen carrying your battlefield weapon when you're still a cadet
>Anyone seeing you would send you to the cells immediately for possible treason
>Especially Captain, hell she was the one who let you have it in the first place
>And she's sure as hell isn't going to be the one to take it back
>Hiding, covering, and sneaking your way to the deck proves harder than you initially thought
>It would have been much easier to just leave the weapon, but something about RD42 had always struck you as off
>Never talking to another cadet unless to get them out of her face, always hiding her hair under that helmet, having that hair in the first place...
>The strange acts were too closely related for them to be mere coincidences
>Something just wasn't right
>Something was just wrong
>You successfully bypass the troopers patrolling by the deck elevator at an inconvenient time
>The wait is short but luckily not nauseating, unlike the rest of the elevators on this ship
>You slowly walk into the deck holding the baton backwards to deflect any hits that need a fast reaction
>The deck is mostly silent except for a radio that seems to have been turned on
>The frequency put on doesn't match any known Order radios either
>But no clear sign of RD42...
>What was she doing here if she left... And why would she go to an unknown channel and leave it on?
>She always did seem abrasive and might have left the conversation
>Hiding from troopers...
>No connections to cadets...
>Not being here coincidentally someone entered the deck...
>No... It couldn't be possible
>The chances of one of... THEM infiltrating our ranks wasn't possible
>The academy is designed to keep you from birth to trooper
>There's no way she could have just plopped herself right in...
>"You know, I always did think you were always suspiciously trying to get close to me"
>You turn to spot the speaking cadet
"I always did think something felt off about you, you low quality spy"
>Her neutral look turned furious as you called her a low quality spy
>"Like you're one to talk, the fact that you're a training to become a storm trooper immediately means that I'm ten times better than you, even if I am 'low quality'"
"Take that back you wench!"
>Her face turns into a smirk when you say this, and her words become sarcastic as she says
>"Oh no! My feelings how hurt they've become due to your words!"
>Your anger rising at the spy grows more and more apparent as her mocking continues
>Her smile turns into a serious look fast
>"Move or get hurt cadet. I don't want to hurt you."
"But you're giving me the choice right?"
>Her serious look turns darker than before
>You stare her down with a look she didn't expect
>Her fear and confusion clearly showing
>You grin like a madman
"I'd like to see you try to even scathe me."
>While you had surprised her, this time she surprised you instead
>A light saber
>It wasn't possible
>You audibly yell as loud as you can from the utter frustration and wrath held within you the moment you saw the sword of legends
"NOT ONLY WAS IT EASY ENOUGH FOR A SPY TO GET IN BUT THE FUCKING SPY WAS A FORCE USER"
>She looks on in confusion as she tries to process what you said as the volume of your voice rose instantly
>After she took in what you said she stands tall and ready to battle
>"I told you I was immediately ten times better... But I wasn't using this bad boy right here, so make it one hundred times instead."
>Her smug grin only causing more anger to rise within you
>You spin your baton to move it from behind your arm to the front of your enemy
>Her blue blade shining eerily in the cold, dark deck only illuminated by the radio's light and the force users blue blade
>The time is now
>You shall not forgive this filth Resistance member
"DIE YOU FUCKING PLAGUE!"
That's all for now! Please leave criticisms/feedback
It helps tremendously
Also since I can fully assure now that I can update
somewhatconsistently I'll leave my paste bin for anyone needing to catch up
Or if you want to read my unfinished Vamp Anon story. Sadly I won't be finishing it anytime soon
Fuck it, people are still posting there's and I haven't been on that site in a while.
>Gathering your strength, you stumble to your feet. You wait for everyone else to exit before leaving yourself.
>The burn on your chest isn’t really that bad, but the fight left you feeling worse for wear.
>You can’t help but be angry with yourself. You had it, and you should have been able to anticipate her attacks.
>Pandem warned you against this, back when he taught you how to use your emotions. “Be the master.” he said. “Emotions can fuel your fire, but don’t let them burn you. Only a beast becomes a slave to his feelings.”
>It doesn’t matter now, though. What’s done is done.
>The map in your datapad makes it a simple task to find the academy’s medical center. It did little to prepare you for it though.
>The room is the same archaic stone that the rest of the old building is made of. Metal instruments line the walls, some look as old as the academy itself, and very few look like they’re actually intended for medical purposes.
>A few beds line the far wall, with operating tables further down. A painful moan from the tables sends a shiver down your spine.
>Note to self: don’t get seriously wounded around here.
>An old Imperial medical officer notices you enter and walks over to you. In a tired voice he says “Let me guess, training wound?”
>You silently nod. The man is slightly shorter than you and looks a little sickly. Maybe that’s why he’s running an infirmary.
>”Take a seat then, pick a bed.” He motions to the wall. I’ll be with you in a moment with some kolto.”
>He walks over to a few dispensers. You walk over and take a seat on one of the beds. They are firm, but not uncomfortable.
>You hear the door open and instinctively look up. In walks a short Saurin with purple skin. He has several wounds all over his body.
>The medical officer also looks over to the lizard. He smirks as the Saurin takes a bed not too far from yours.
>”Back again Spike?” the officer asks. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
>The Saurin, Spike, replies “That asshat Garble forced me into hunting Shyrack eggs. Guess who got to be the decoy?”
>The officer continues talking as he fills up a second thing of kolto. “Maybe if you stopped putting up with their shenanigans you wouldn’t keep getting hurt.”
>”Well, I can’t just leave. That would only make things worse. Besides, we’re like kin. As stupid as they are...”
>”All I know is you’re seeing me a lot more than you should be. You need to get back to your training, otherwise you won’t have the strength leave even if you wanted to.”
>The officer sets down one of the things of kolto. “I’ll leave this to you. You know how to apply it by now.”
>He continues over to you. “Take it, swab it over your wound, and rub it in until it dries. It should heal shortly.”
>The officer leaves to handle something else. You start applying the kolto, and the burning slowly transitions into soreness before disappearing completely. Damn this stuff is magical.
>You hear a huff from Spike, and you turn to look at him. With a sad look on his face he pulls out a lightsaber. It has a couple spikes around the emitter, and a beautiful gem sits in the pommel
>He glances over at you. You try to look away, but he notices you. “What are you looking at.”
>You point towards the saber and casually say “Nice gem.”
>”Thanks.” he says, looking back to it. His eyes grow sad. “It belonged to a friend, before I joined the Sith.”
>You slowly notice a cloud of negative emotions coming from the hallway. Spike’s head perks up, clearly noticing it. His eyes widen in panic.
>Digging around in his pocket, he pulls out a large, ovular object. He glances at you, hesitating for a moment before saying “Hide this. I know you don’t know me, but I need your help.”
>He tosses you the object, which you catch. It’s heavy and organic. You shoot a glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is this an egg?”
>”Shh!” he hisses frantically. “Don’t say anything. Please.”
>The door opens as you slide the egg under your bed’s blanket.
>From the hallway appears a group of Trandoshans and Saurin. The leader is a tall, yellow Trandoshan with red war paint all over his scales.
>The leader marches over to Spike, with his gang following behind him. He folds his arms and gets in Spike’s face. “Where’s the egg, Spike. I saw you run with it.”
>Spike tries to look him in the eyes, but slinks away slightly. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>The trandoshan leans in further. “Hand it over. I know you have it.”
>Spike steels up, and says with more confidence “I told you Garble, I don’t know where it is. Maybe it’s still in the caves somewhere.”
>The leader, Garble, straightens up before snarling “I’m getting tired of your shit, Spike. I suggest you get out there and-”
>Garble’s eyes glance to the side and notice you watching. He turns his full attention on you. “What are you looking at, meat sack.”
>If they were hunting Shyrack eggs, and Spike was the decoy, that means that all Garble had to do was grab what he wanted and go.
>You return his glare. “I’m looking at a spineless, wingless mynock who sends other people to do his dirty work.”
>Spike’s face twists in horror as Garble’s gang goes “Ooooohh!” Garble slowly stalks around Spike's bed and moves over to yours. You never quite noticed how tall Garble was until now.
>You stand up as he approaches, which does little to help the height difference. He stands half a meter taller than you, and he outweighs you at least two to one.
>”Tough words for someone as new as you are.” Garble leans over you and arrogantly grins. “I’ve never seen you around here, so I’ll cut you slack this once. If you’re so pea brained as to cross me, I’ll gut you.”
>You aren’t going to take this. You just fought Gilda, who’s had at least a year of training, and who claims to be one of the best of her peers.
>Not willing to back down, you scoff and say “I don’t need your advice, or your slack. You’re nothing compared to what I’ve fought.”
>As you finish, you push against Garble’s chest, causing him to stagger a few paces back.
>He recovers and growls. He walks right back and pushes against you. With his enormous strength he easily throws you back into the nightstand beside the bed.
>You catch yourself and notice that he’s pulling out a light pike. You quickly grab for your lightsaber.
>Right as you are about to activate your weapon you hear a loud, commanding voice shout “Initiates!”
>The old officer from earlier walks over. He’s standing a little taller, with a drill sergeant’s attitude about him. “There will be no fighting in my infirmary.”
>Garble, without breaking the staredown you and him are having, growls “Stay out of this, old man. You don’t want to be apart of this.”
>The officer grabs Garble by the shoulder and throws him to the side, directly in front of the officer. “I’ve fought in countless battles against the Republic and the Jedi. I’ve caused and healed countless injuries caused by numerous sources. Son, YOU don’t want to be apart of this.”
>The two of them stare at each other for a moment. “Fine.” Garble grunts. “Let’s go boys.”
>He glares at you as he leads his gang out.
>The officer walks away without another word. Spike, on the other hand, has plenty to say.
>”Oh shit… you’re a dead man. A dead man!”
>He’s visibly shuddering, fear filling his eyes. “That means I’m next!”
>You walk over to his bed and look down at the Saurin. “We aren’t going to die. We just need to be stronger than them.”
>”How?” Spike looks up at you. “There’s six of them, and even if you help, it’s only two of us.”
>Good point. Still, you can’t do nothing, and Spike seems like an okay guy.
>You grin. “Well, I train for a good part of the day, but I still get off time. Maybe we could train together. If we fight, we can fight using both of our strengths.”
>A smile crawls across Spike’s face. “Yeah… yeah, let's do it!”
That's all for now. A shorter update compared to most of mine, but I wanted to get what I had out.
As usual, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Short and sweet.
I anxiously await more.
This jetpack is pretty cool.
Here's another picture of it next to my helmet.
It only took 5 months to get here
If it's New Order era, who trained them? Only one left is Luke, and I'm assuming that the masses have yet to flock to his bitch ass on some random island in a galaxy far far away.
Good shit m8
The masses already flocked to him, and then Kylo Ren slaughtered his classmates. A few could have escaped the massacre. He's on the island because he went into exile because of his failure (i.e. threw a tantrum and quit trying.)
The writers for the new trilogy have made it fairly clear that the have no love for the prequels. Besides, order 66 was a galaxy wide directive. The Knights of Ren betrayal was taken in a centralized location. All their targets were in one place.
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
>Applebloom cries out in pain as your saber slashes past her, leaving yet another cut on her arm
>You quickly step away from her before she can even attempt to strike back at you with her superior reach
“That makes five now. Are you really this tired already?”
>Applebloom exhaled a ragged breathe as she clutched her fresh wound, slackening her grip on her saber as it dipped toward the floor
>The cut didn’t look too deep, although it did look quite painful
>Your training was wearing her out fast, and progress was much slower than you had originally hoped
>You scowled at her
“What are you waiting for?”
>Applebloom perked her head up at you as you lunged at her, the tip of your saber halting right under her chin
>Her eyes widened in fear as she stepped back
“I told you to treat this like a real fight! If you act like this when you face Iron Will YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!”
>She shuddered back from you as you kept pace with her with your saber at her throat
“What style are you using against me?”
>”f-FORM V! DJEM S—“
“Djem So is about counterattacking. It’s about aggression and brute force! If you are just going to stay on the defensive all day you might as well be practicing Soresu!”
>A few steps later and you had Applebloom backed up against the wall, panting in exhaustion
>She was clearly afraid, and getting quite angry
>The only problem was she wasn’t using these emotions, and that was infuriating you
“Do you want to die?”
>Scoffing at her, you turned away from Applebloom and walked back to the other side of the cargo hold
“We’re not going to stop until you get this right. NOW TRY AGAIN!”
>Applebloom stepped toward you and gripped her saber tightly with both of her hands as she stared you down
>As obviously tired and injured as she was, you found the look of determination burning in her eyes promising
>Aiming your saber at her with one hand, you beckoned for her to attack you with the other as you glared back
“That’s it, get mad!”
>Applebloom’s eyes narrowed at you and for a brief moment you saw a look in her that was as fierce as any Applejack had ever given you
>Then, as you stared back into those threatening eyes of hers, she suddenly bolted at you
>Her red saber soared through the air down at you, a strike that came much faster than you anticipated
>Thrusting your own saber up, you narrowly parried aside this strike
>After this, she followed up with several more overhead chops
>However, her followup attacks did not carry the same amount of strength and speed as that first strike
>You could sense that the immense anger she felt had already dissipated
>Going on the offensive, you delivered a flurry of stabs at her before your sabers ended up locking together
>Before she could realize what had happened, you twisted her saber toward the ground and planted your boot into her gut
>Applebloom was tossed back to the ground as you tore her saber out of her hand with the Force
>You scowled back at her as you gripped her saber as well as yours with each hand
>She looked utterly spent as she lied defeated on her back
>Deactivating the sabers, you affixed Sentinel back onto your belt as you tossed her own saber on the ground next to her
“Get yourself cleaned up and go straight to bed. We’ll start again in the morning.”
>She picked herself up and weakly nodded back as she sat on the ground
>Turning your back on her, you climbed out of the cargo hold and retreated into your room
>As soon as you had left her side, you allowed the scowl that had been seemingly etched onto your face to fall apart
“Damn it all…”
>Days had passed, and yet you saw little improvement in Applebloom
>She was skilled on the defensive, that much you were sure of, and her technique had few flaws to speak of
>However, when it came to applying her skills in an actual fight, it seemed like she lacked the raw emotion to actually use Form V offensively
>Somewhat convinced that she might have been purposely holding back against you, you took steps to intensify her training
>You felt that at some point she would snap and show you some hidden strength, lying beneath her normally cheerful and reserved surface
>Yet your efforts had failed to do anything more than give her various scrapes and bruises, and maybe a little damage to her pride
“This is going nowhere."
>You sat on your bed and slowly began to undo your armor, letting the cool recycled air of the Lambda shuttle brush up against your warm and sweaty skin
>Her training was proving to be a little rough on you as well, but you felt it had to go on
>You had to help her improve, otherwise she wouldn’t stand a chance against Iron Will
>If she couldn’t defeat him, she would die…
>Could you simply let that happen?
>You narrowed your eyes as you unclasped your chest plate and removed the upper half of your suit of armor
“Why am I letting myself get so worked up over her?"
>Suddenly an anguished cry echoed over, breaking you out of your stupor as you stared at the wall
>Beyond this divider lied Applebloom’s room
>Stepping out of your room, you walked down the very short hallway and stood outside of her room
>The door was left open a crack, and when you peered inside you saw Applebloom sitting on her bed, attempting to bandage up her wounds
>It appeared that she was having difficulty wrapping a gauze tape over a cut on her bicep
>She looked completely incensed as she dropped the roll of tape onto her bed and stomped her foot on the floor
>Scoffing at the sight of her, you marched back toward your own room
“Now she gets angry.”
>Just before you could reenter your bedroom, another strange cry echoed over to you yet again
>Your hand hovered over the door handle, as you listened to Applebloom
>It was very faint, but there was no mistaking it
>Applebloom was sobbing
>Standing there, you listened to her as she cried to herself
>Slowly your frustration from earlier returned
>Your hand balled into a fist as you turned away from your bedroom
>Stomping down the hall, you threw all decency aside as you wrenched open her door
>Applebloom nearly fell out of her bed as you stepped insider her room
>Anxiously looking away from you, she wiped away her tears and quickly stammered
>”a-Ah was just—just fixing up my injur—“
“Give me your arm.”
>Dropping to one knee in front of her, you gently grabbed onto her wrist and closely examined several of the cuts
>The cuts didn’t look too deep, although at least one of them might have left a bigger mark than you had intended
“You already dressed these?”
>”y-Yeah, I dabbed a little bacta on them.”
>You narrowed your eyes at her
“They hurt that bad?”
>She frowned at you as she nervously looked away
>You sighed at her as you reached for the roll of gauze
>Without saying another word, you began to roll the bandages over the freshest looking injury you had inflicted on her
>As she turned her head back to you, her jaw dropped
>You looked up into her eyes and saw that she was staring in shock at your bare chest
>”What happened to you?”
>Staring back down at yourself, you immediately realized that she was talking about the various scars marking your body
>The slash marks, stab wounds, and of course the burn marks leftover from your time with the Emperor
“It’s nothing, just a few things to remember my enemies by.”
>You chuckled at her as you went back to bandaging her cuts
“You’re likely to get one or two things to remember Iron Will from by the time this is over.”
>She slowly returned your chuckled
>”Ah guess I will."
>Grinning back at her, you resumed your work on her arm
>After silently tending to her wounds for a few minutes, your grin quickly crumbled away back into a frown
>It was unsettling, to say the least
>You rarely acted this way around anyone
>There were only a few people you ever showed such compassion towards
>It was frightening to think that she could make you feel this way, and the more you thought about it the more ridiculous this entire situation seemed
>You should have been elsewhere, searching for power and planning your future conquests, and instead here you were looking out for Applebloom
“Do you resent me?”
>Applebloom’s eyes grew wide as you finished up with her last bandage
>”What the hay are you talking about Anon?”
>As you stood up and loomed over her, it suddenly dawned on you that it was quite an odd question to ask
“I’ve been pushing you as hard as I can ever since we left Prakith. I’ve berated you, insulted you, and physically hurt you every day. So why aren’t you angry with me?”
>Applebloom cracked a grin as she raised her legs up and hugged her knees
>”Ah understand what you’re doing.”
>She lifted her head up and gave you an innocent smile, one that was exactly like the ones you remember her giving you years ago
>”Ah know you’re just being hard on me cause you want me to succeed. My family was always the same way with me before the Empire came…”
>As she turned her head away from you, you caught sight of a faint blush on her cheeks
>“You know, ah appreciate everything you’ve done for me… and ah really think ah’m improving too!”
>She let go of her knees and hopped onto her feet as she beamed up at you and raised a clenched fist
>”Tomorrow ah’m going to push myself twice as hard! You’ll see!”
>You stared at her, having momentarily become speechless by her display
>In no short amount of time, you found yourself chuckling at her as she again blushed at you
“Alright, I’ll hold you to that. Now get some rest, you have another long day tomorrow.”
>Turning your back on her, you walked outside her door back to your own room
>Upon leaving her side, your smile again crumbled away
“You’re very odd one…”
>Morning came quickly as you sat in meditation within the cargo hold and awaited her
>Opening your eyes, you saw Applebloom slide down the ladder into the hold
>She walked up to you with a confident grin
“Good morning. Are you ready to start again?”
>She nodded her head as she brandished her saber from her belt
>Standing up, you summoned Sentinel back into your own hand
>The two of you exchanged a short bow before igniting your sabers
>Raising your saber vertically in front of your face, you offered her a short salute before adopting an opening stance
>She looked to be about to do the same, but then she stopped as if she had just remembered something
>”My lightsaber… it has a name now.”
>She gripped her saber tightly as she held it out in front of her
>”My saber’s name is Aay’han.”
>You stared at her blankly for a few moments
>Seeing the confusion on your face, Applebloom rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand as she explained
>”It’s a special expression in Mandalorian. It means ‘a time for mourning and remembering the joys of life’.”
>You continue to stare at her as you mulled over the name she had given her weapon
>It was clear that she could not forget what had happened to her brother, yet she soldiered on largely as if nothing had happened
>In many ways, her demeanor seemed to embody a joy for life
“I think it suits you.”
>The two of you briefly smiled at each other before falling into your opening stances
>As you stared her down you began to wonder if she had chosen to name her own saber, just to emulate you
>She obviously looked up to you
>Almost like you were family…
>The two of you met at the center of the cargo hold and immediately exchanged blows
>She came out strong with several overhead chops
>You parried these blows aside with some difficulty
>A proper grip of your saber and maintenance of your stance often allowed you to negate the strength behind your opponent’s blows, but Applebloom was striking you harder than you had anticipated
>Blocking her opening attacks, you stole a glance into her eyes as you quickly swung your saber
>It was incredibly strange, but you saw little anger or malice in her gaze
>However, her eyes were narrowed on you as she determinedly stared you down
>You would not make this easy for her
>Pressing your offensive against her, you dipped forward with your saber and stabbed at her
>As was the case often times before, she put up a sterling defensive barrier against you as she blocked your blows
>Lunging at her with your saber, you felt you had finally caught her off guard as your saber lunged toward her shoulder
>Then, in one fluid motion, Applebloom raised up her saber and sent your strike flying up just above her head
>Only a moment after parrying your strike up, her own saber came crashing down on you
>Bolting back from her, your hand fell over your chest plate
>A small slash mark several inches long had been burnt through your armor, cutting into your skin
>The passionate determination that had been burning in Applebloom’s eyes quickly extinguished as she stared at you in shock
>”Are you alright?”
>Your jaw dropped as you stared back and forth between her and the slash mark she had given you
>Slowly, a massive grin appeared on your face
“That’s more like it!”
>Applebloom quickly smiled back at you as you aimed your saber at her
“Let’s keep going. I want you to hit me even harder!”
>”Alright, you got it!”
>As Applebloom charged you once more, you let yourself become lost in the duel
>Focusing on parrying her blows and counterattacking, you let her more or less guide the fight
>It was very strange, but it seemed as if she had drastically improved, although you couldn’t quite understand why
>Had the constant drilling finally started to have a positive effect on her, or perhaps it had something to do with the exchange you two had last night?
“Yes, that has to be it.”
>”What was that?”
>You slinked back from her and internally chided yourself for vocalizing your thoughts in front of her
>She appeared to have a few new fresh cuts on her body, although her recent efforts proved that they weren’t slowing her down at all
>As you took a moment to catch your breath, you suddenly realized that your own saber-wielding arm had a gash on it
>A rather long slash on your forearm that you had seemingly failed to notice
>”a-Are you OK?”
>You winced in pain as you looked upon this fresh wound
“Yes… I am more than OK.”
>Deactivating your saber, you walked up to her with a pleased grin
“How do you feel?”
>”I can keep going.”
>You scoffed at her
“How do you feel?”
>She shrugged her shoulders, a hand of hers hovering over a fresh cut you had given to her abdomen only a few minutes before
>”A little bit tired…”
>Holstering your saber onto your belt, she shuddered as you placed a hand over her shoulder
“That’s enough for now then. We can practice some more in a few hours.”
>She deactivated Aay’han and proudly grinned back at you
>Taking a step back from her, the two of you exchanged a quick bow before she climbed back up the ladder and left you alone in the cargo hold
>You sighed as you kneeled down on the floor and smiled at the wound she had given you
“Maybe I should look into more positive reinforcement…"
And that's all for now! Mostly just wanted to delve a little bit into Applebloom's training, and shed a little extra light on the relationship her and Anon share.
I hope ya'll enjoyed it! Any feedback/criticism is appreciated.
Yay, that was the name I suggested!
As a guy who likes lore and character development, you really delivered on the latter. For a relatively shorter update compared to what you normally do, you put as much detail into it as you would a normal update.
It's nice to see how people develop, and I believe you have some strong characters right here.
Now the only thing is to see how the fight will Iron Will goes.
Kyle Katarn is best pone.
Also, Kyle Katarn is the best thing ever happened to Star Wars.
This being said, may I have some ponified Katarn?
or Katarnified Sunset Shimmer, given he isn't canon anymore
>see star wars
>this whole horse
If you ever want to be really amused, take a Chinese friend with you to eat at a Chinese restaurant. Secret menus aho! Update soon.
I'm glad to hear you've been enjoying it!
Thanks man, I intend for Applebloom to be important to the story so I'm happy to hear that you think she has a well developed character, and I'm also obviously pleased to hear the same about Anon.
As for Iron Will I plan on introducing him into the story fairly soon
as well as a few other characters
And thanks for the name suggestion!
>You charge towards the terrorist at a speed you've never been at before
>The girl attempts a wild slash to strike fear into you while still keeping that smug look
>That look... That GOD damn look!
"I'LL WIPE THAT EGO OFF YOUR FACE AS IF I WAS FLICKING AWAY A PIECE OF LINT!"
>You easily duck under her half assed slash and uppercut the force user with as much force you could muster
>She is easily pushed back by this and looks shocked as she spits on the ground
>She goes into a stance that looks as if she is actually prepared now
"What did you say about your 'bad boy' you scum!"
>She looks angered at your statement
>You rush her once again and punch her with your fist
>Or so she thought
>She raises the blade up to block the fist while closing her eyes
>You instead spin your body around and your baton with it, accumulating momentum and drive it into the opposite side of her skull
>She is visibly stunned and falls over
>She closed her eyes
>You clench your fist until it feels numb
>This filth isn't even a proper fighter
>She can't even fight properly, let alone use THE FUCKING FORCE
>It's one of those force children... Padawans...
"Your death will serve as a greater purpose, to show the galaxy that you vile 'Jedi' can be killed and will be"
>She can barely look up as you attempt to punch her with the strength of a meteor
>She instinctively swings her saber and almost hits you
>You reflexively dodge the blade by an inch as she stands back up to face you
>You instead kick her stomach and try to stay far away from that sword
>She feels the impact but isn't affected by it much
>She comes in with fast slashes and stabs as you barely dodge them
>Damn, if only you could counter attack, this would make it a lot easier to kill her
>Her barrage of swinging doesn't seem to slow down though
>Just when you think it's over for you, something happens
>Color seems to drain from the world until you only see black, white, and grey and somehow time seems to slow down
>No, it was just your imagination right?
>But as your baton instinctively comes up to block, it is slow yes, but not as slow as her
>You block the still slow, now grey, light saber and ball your fist to strike her down
>She takes the full blown force of your devastating attack and falls back
>Time seems to return to it's original passage and color sinks back into the world slowly
>A ringing occurs in your ears as everything returns to normal
>But through the ringing you hear something feint from behind the decks doors
>You look outside the decks mirrors to look out into the deep dark space
>There are two unknown ships outside
>The gunshots grow louder and with it screaming starts to erupt as well
"The Resistance is here aren't they..."
>The girl somehow manages to stand although bloody, bruised and thoroughly angered
>"Yeah, we're here to stop the brainwashing The First Order is doing to people like you"
>You start chuckling
>But it's impossible to stop
>You laugh almost hysterically as she continues on with her delusions
"What possible brainwashing could The First Order do? The legion of light that protects it's citizens from The Resistance who kills without cause?"
>She looks disgusted at you
>"This is what brainwashing they could do. Don't you see? You talk about us killing without a cause when it's The Order who kills people everyday, whether it be a civilian or a member of The Resistance!"
>You grow more angered as she continues her ramblings
>You then grab your baton and prepare to tenderize the slab of rotten meat in your way
>Your brothers need you, now more than ever
>You almost charge at the wench but before you can, the deck's blast doors shoot open
>Unknown armed people come inside the deck as the smug spy goes behind them and says something that you couldn't hear
>The Resistance members move forward towards you as you back away slowly
>No, not like this
>You haven't even tasted your first battle yet
>And you won't be slaughtered like a filthy dog to these scum
>"Stand down kid" a member says
>"Don't do anything stupid" comes from another
>For me, my brothers, and to become a real Stormtrooper
>You immediately take cover as their weapons pointed towards you more menacingly as they got close
>You reach behind your belt to find your pistol right where you kept it
>Your hand shakes at the thought of having to use it...
>But what if you don't?
DECIDE YOUR FATE
Do I have any grenades? If so, throw one then run and gun as you retreat to more forces.
Your information on their location could allow you and your fellow fighters to set a trap for the scum.
>These seem like an obvious choice for you to do, but there's a high chance >>26021889
Will happen... There's five members in total, the chances of you running past five men are low, let alone shooting them all down, but if you can do it then you can regroup with Captain and some cadets
Well that goes without saying, but my point was if you pretended it would give you the strategic advantage. Sure it would be dirty tactics, but against an enemy ass evil as the resistance can you really afford not to use them?
>tfw you'll never feel Master Luna's body
>She will never coax you to orgasm with her skilled hands while whispering sweet encouragements into your ear as you both are sprawled on her bed
>You will never do this every night
>You will never be certain that Celestia can sense you both but says nothing
>You will never have your heart drop as you hear the door hiss open mid session
>You will never watch stunned as Celestia walks in
>You will never hear her sheepishly ask if she can have a turn because she's been pent up for too long
I'm dying of cancer.
And that cancer is writer's block. I'm sorry I haven't delivered, guys. I know you've been patient and I hope to give you some good news as soon as I get the chemo that is inspiration.
Glad to see you're not kill from that tornado, Sarge.
You almost had me there
Okay it's finally ready. By that I mean the intro not the actual update. That's still a ways away.
>loss, not lose
>Not every planet, ship and person's name has to be in caps. Study the intros for the films to learn when the appropriate use of all-caps names is.
>The two last sentences shouldn't be separate sentences. "In search of" shouldnt't be the start of a sentence, but should follow the previous which should end with a comma.
Some things that really stood out to me.
>Sunset turns to face you completely after a moment. She looks a bit uneasy.
>"Sure. Is everything okay?"
"Not really. There's just something I want to get off my chest."
>Okay, Anon. One step at a time.
"I just want to say that I'm sorry. I haven't been fair to you lately. I've taken you for granted, and I haven't taken your thoughts or feelings into account when things happen. That's not fair to you. I care a lot about you, but I haven't shown it as much as I should've, and I sincerely apologize."
>She stays silent, but she looks like she's softening up a little.
>You clear your throat and smack your metal arm a couple times, emphasizing your next point.
"You saved my life before, over Mandalore. Once it was over, I didn't see that it was affecting you this much until now. If it will make you feel better, I'm... I'd like to talk about it, or anything else you're thinking. Anything to help you feel better."
>She pauses and looks away after a moment before taking a deep breath.
>"I just... I can't get it out of my head. Seeing you there, in pain, and completely delirious. Then I went in and cut off your arm, knowing it would save you, but it felt like I was adding insult to injury. It didn't feel like I was helping you, even though I know I was."
>She pauses for a moment as she tries to search for the words that can express her thoughts.
>"I don't know... I guess I was just so shaken up about it, I wasn't ready to calm down after it was over. So many things were going through my head, especially when I first saw you after you woke up."
>She takes another long breath and looks at you.
>"I was freaked out. I didn't want to lose you, but I didn't want you to lose your arm, and I just... I-..."
>She stutters a bit as she searches for the right words again, but eventually she just falls silent.
>She leans back in her chair and stares out into space.
>She looks so tired. So stressed.
>With everything that's happened lately, you're not surprised.
>Now that you're thinking about it, you're tired too...
"I think we need a little break from all this for a while. It's time for that vacation."
>She looks over at you and you lean back in your chair as well.
"We've been busy lately. We fought some Sith, messed with some drug dealers, got captured by the Republic, survived against a bunch of Rakghouls, and we saved a planet. I'd say we deserve a break."
>Sunset smiles a bit as you look over at her.
"We've got nothing else going on right now, and we've got a good amount of money saved up. If we want to go, which I do, now would be the perfect time."
>Her smile slowly grows at that.
>" I wouldn't mind that either... We decided on Alderaan before, right?"
>She gives a little giggle and looks forward again.
>"Fantastic. I can hardly wait."
>You move over and wrap your arm around her in a half-hug.
>You stay there for a moment, silent as you both look out into the emptiness of space above Kashyyyk.
"I don't want to lose you either, you know... I care about you a lot."
>She reaches up and holds onto your arm as you continue hugging her.
>"You won't lose me... I care about you too."
>You give her a little kiss on the head and sigh again.
>After a long moment of silence, you release her and stand up straight.
"How about you go and lay down? Unwind for a bit, and I'll get us to Alderaan."
"Yeah. You can go ahead, start the vacation early and rest. Besides, it feels like forever since I actually got to pilot. I want a turn now."
>She giggles again as she stands up.
>"...Thanks, Anon. Thanks for checking in and listening. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome, Sunset."
>You smile at each other as she slowly walks back into the ship.
>You tap your robot fingers on the back of the pilot's seat as you think to yourself.
>You feel bad for not doing much to help Sunset feel better before.
>Rarity's right. You do think about work too much.
>That needs to change a bit.
>Hopefully, this vacation does that.
>You sigh and sit down in the chair before you set your course.
>The ship adjusts its direction and you make sure the coordinates are correct before activating the hyperdrive.
>You give a long sigh as you look out into the endless void of space and hit the throttle.
>The hyperdrive whirs and you finally make the jump to lightspeed toward Alderaan.
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