The Sith Code
By
E. E. Nalley
So, I have not been completely lazy over the past months, and there has been writing done, but more on that later. I can't yet go into great detail about what I have been doing, but, it is graphical. As a belated Christmas present, I thought I'd give you all this.
----Saturday, October 8th, 2016
----Poe Cottage
--Bewitched
It was sometime in the morning. Noah could tell that much from the light now slipping between the blinds of his window. A quick check of the pajamas led to a correction: her window. She couldn't recall which gender she'd been at bedtime, but her dreams had been vivid and strange.
--Sorry!-- said Glee in her head. --I was still kinda hungry after all that exercise in the morning, and I thought a late-night snack wouldn't hurt...--
No, it didn't hurt... Nina's brain filed a motion to consider the possibility of maybe getting up sometime in the new future, and her arms and legs all seconded the motion, but then nothing went anywhere.
Waves rolled over rocks far below where Otto stood leaning against the railing of his balcony, overlooking the iron grey ocean. The steaming cup of cocoa warmed his hands and face as he sipped it gingerly. Tiny sporadic flakes of snow drifted on the breeze, stinging his face as each alighted on his drawn, unshaven, face. He breathed in the salty scent of the ocean spray, trying to centre himself.
The sound of a car pulling up the driveway on the other side of the house called his attention back to the dark, empty interior. Wandering back inside, he picked his way through the mess of his living room, converted months ago into a crisis room. Free-standing cork boards covered in photographs and maps, different coloured strings cross-crossing between linked pieces of information, clues and persons of interest.
“Ok, Clara, deep breath, you’ve got this.”
Saying it to myself was a lot easier than actually living it. That didn’t stop me from taking a breath before walking up the steps of the overly imposing building in front of me. Which if you’ve ever walked up anything in heels, you’ll know is no easy task. The heels were unfortunately not my idea. My roommate Gracie thought that they’d make a better impression. It didn’t matter that I already got the job. Gracie was all about trying to make a good first impression. She worked for an online fashion zine though so it was kind of her job. The whole outfit I was wearing was her doing as well. She told me I needed to look professional, not “roll out of bed” yuck. The thing is, I didn’t feel professional, I felt uncomfortable.
I was a T-shirt and Jeans type of girl.
That only made Gracie’s job harder.
While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started
Left, the girls of Tuam were nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand-new pair of brogues to rattle over the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
The Dubliners, The Rocky Road to Dublin
"There's a fag, and another fag," the words were stupid, annoying, and altogether useless. Why was I even caring about them? Their definition was wrong, but even as I walked by the pipsqueak thin boy in a hoodie, I felt ashamed. Why was this kid jeering at me? I never did anything to him! My green eyes closed as I breathed in and continued on my way to science that day. It didn't get any better but at least homophobe rando was out of my way.
Never would I guess that all of this was just the tip of the iceberg. Ferndale is a small town situated smack dab north of Bellingham Washington. It calls itself a city, but it's just a step above a four-horse town. Don't look at me, I'm shit at these sorts of descriptions. I digress, this wasn't where I lived, it was just where the school district bussed me every day since I graduated elementary. Year four of this journey saw me as a Freshman just a tad taller than the rest, and a bit wiser. Graduating from not only grades I upped my fashion and added steel-toed boots to my look. Wait, wait, let me jump back.
One of the first things I did after Kami put me up in some fancy hotel near his club was to call Danielle. Her phone didn’t even ring, a recording kept repeating that all circuits were busy and to try again later.
Kami had recommended I get some sleep, but yeah that wasn’t going to happen. I was far too keyed up. Besides, without the circles in my bedroom acting as their usual anchor I might slip out of the world again.
Saturday, September 24, 2016 - early morning
Poe Cottage, Whateley Academy
A harsh buzzing sound emanating from a clock-radio on a desk bored into Laura's ear, as if trying its best to cause sufficient irritation or discomfort as to prod her into action of some sort, most likely eliminating the annoying and offensive noise. However, Laura Samuels had always been something of a heavy sleeper, and the first one to respond to her alarm was her roommate cocooned under a pile of blankets on her own bed on the opposite side of the room.
"Laura!" Bailey groaned from somewhere inside her blanket pile. "Laura!!"
Xanadu stood on the platform, their trunk already checked in, waiting to board the train. In deference to the school’s injunction to not draw attention to themself, they had foregone their preferred crazy hair in favor of a plain baseball cap to cover their baldness. They had on a hoodie to hide the seams on their neck, baggy jeans to hide the unnatural look of their knees when bent, and white costume gloves to hide the numerous seams on their hands.
The acceptance letter from the school had included a pass to travel without an MID, so after discussing it with Mom, they’d decided to wait and get it at school. The idea of going to the local MCO office made them twitchy, particularly with MIRA riding shotgun. They wasn’t sure what testing would look like for an artificial life form, but they had a sneaking fear the MCO would want to plug into their head and scan them. They were doubly concerned that it might be difficult to prove they weren’t an illegal AI without some kind of scan, but the thought of having programmers in their head, potentially messing with their mind, made them shudder.
----Friday, October 7th, 2016
--Wahnsinnig
New Hampshire was of a latitude where, when the equinox had passed and the seasons began to shift once more, the changes were swift and obvious. Already, the dawn dared not show the first hints of arrival until practically breakfast, and the dark hours of morning only made one long more for those long, bright days of summer.
Kirsten Bischofsheim was accustomed to this, as her own home city of Mannheim in Germany was actually five degrees farther north by latitude. This did not mean she had to like it when circumstances required her to be up before anything could be seen out the window. Business demanded, however.
She was thankful that her roommate Samantha was such a sound sleeper, however. In the pre-dawn light, the girl's head of pure-white hair was as visible upon her pillow as her snores were to Kirsten's ears.
A Maniac with a Chainsaw
By Greatdingo
- There’s an old saying; “Know your enemy! Because if you’re only casual acquaintances, he’ll probably take a chainsaw to your face.”
2006 Combat finals!
“What the hell was that, boy?” The figure of Gunnery Sergeant Oscar Bardue seemed to tower over the sniffling student.
“That was pathetic, just pathetic! You didn’t even try to defend yourself, you just ran away, pathetic!”
The boy, Armor, sniffled again.
“It’s...It’s not my fault, the guy’s crazy, he’s insane. Everyone knows that! He came at me with a fucking chainsaw!” Armor nearly screamed the last part.
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