The Sith Civil War

A Tale of the Star Wars

By

E. E. Nalley

If I were to sum my life down to a single word, I would be hard pressed to pick anything other than ironic. I remember things I did not do, and remember other things that most would call me insane in claiming. Yet the fact remains that I am something I wasn't, nor could be and how I came to be who and what I am is a tale already told. Which, should you be reading this, you have doubtlessly read already.

Which regardless of the demands of reality and sanity I maintain as true.

Xanadu 1: Challenges and Changes

Written by

Mara Cloud

They stared at themself in the mirror, turning their head this way and that, looking at their body critically. Still smooth. Still undefined. Muscular, but that was a side effect of their hobbies and not the invasion of adulthood. Face still soft, hair a little longer than they liked on some days but androgynous. They swallowed as their imagination overlaid gender, driving them into a box, making this simple ease of just being impossible. For the last two years, since they’d turned nine, since the community center Sex Ed classes, they’d been growing increasingly anxious. Someday, someday soon, their body was going to start changing, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Shivering, they turned away and swiftly pulled on shorts and a sport shirt, foregoing the ugly little bra that Mom made them wear by the simple logic that under a tight sport shirt, and given that they were still flat as a board, it would go unnoticed. They slipped into their climbing shoes, threw a towel, water bottle, and their gear into their backpack, and ran down stairs.

“Bella, are you-” Mom yelled out just as they came into the living room. “There you are. Ready to go, sweetie?”

A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story

VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!

by

Bek D Corbin

Part 5

DATE: You’re asking ME?

EVAN

I spent the time between when I woke up and when they rounded us up in the morning (I think) trying to figure out how the hell I pulled that trick with running up the swinging chain. I mean, I did not plan that, no-how. I was running on pure improvisation. I mean, if I hadn’t been shitting bricks, there is no way that I would have even tried anything that crazy. Then again, I wouldn’t mind knowing how I pulled off that sucker-punch on ‘Congarr the Concussed’. I mean, seriously, if I hadn’t hit him in exactly the right area the first time, it would have been a much longer-and from the way those axes were glowing, nastier- fight. But the problem with pulling off slick moves like those is that people expect you to be able to do it again.

That, and I’d like to be able to pull that off when I mean to. I mean, ass-pulls are good, but sound strategy and tactics are way better.

I had arrived at a solid ‘hellifiknow’ when the door opened and the breakfast parade marched on.

A Whateley Academy Story

Nerves of Steel

By Morpheus

Part 3

Wisconsin, Wednesday Sept 26th, 2007

I was sitting in my room, AKA my cage, which was where I’d been for the last couple days. The place was a lot nicer than any bedroom I’d ever had before, but not exactly a luxurious five-star hotel suite.

Still, I couldn’t complain about the food. I stared down at my dinner, which consisted of lobster, asparagus, and a rice dish, that was really good. And then, there was the dessert, a big bowl of banana pudding. I loved banana pudding, and suspected that Mary was the one who told them that.

I scowled as I thought about Mary and the way she’d betrayed me and Falkner. Then again, was it really betrayal when she’d been working for Paradigm the entire time? What I did know, was that it still pissed me off. If it hadn’t been for Mary, then Paradigm never would have found out about me, and Falkner would still be alive.

“He died because of me,” I whispered to myself, feeling guilty as I did so.

Jayden 3.75

Whateley of Warcraft Part 3 of 4

By Crazy Minh

N“Crap, I’m so sorry guys!!! I’m totally late!!!”

My friends looked up and smiled as I sat down with my dinner. I quickly dug in as Alex looked at me expectantly. Ivy nudged him hard in the ribs. As he exclaimed in pain, I looked up and grinned.

“Thanks for the game by the way. It’s GREAT!!”

Alex stopped grimacing in mock pain, and started grinning too.

“So how was it??? What Archetype did you choose??” 

I pretended to ponder this as Alex got more and more impatient. Finally, I answered. 

“Oh, I saved the evil faction capital, started a guild and won a bar. My archetype was one called a Gunslinger.”