A Tale of the Star Wars

Knight of Empire

by

E. E. Nalley

3643 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin)
Taris, Ojoster Sector, The Outer Rim Territories

I won't ever forget the first time I saw the planet Taris.

Which in and of itself is rather odd because, strictly speaking, the 'me' who had been named Edward and had come from a little planet called Earth in a different, unremarkable galaxy, had never seen the planet Taris. However, the Sith Lord, Nyeomi Fens, who I was now, whose body my consciousness had merged with hers had seen it. Confused? Don't worry, so am I.

A Whateley Academy Story

by Bek D. Corbin

Part Three

Dec 17th

The Knights of Purity, both the power rig jockeys and their technical backup monkeys, sat gloomily in the seats of the small auditorium. They knew that they were going to get reamed about their performance yesterday. Never mind that they’d been following procedure, and they’d been ambushed when they were without guards, or that they’d escaped and recovered their units under fire. No, the thing that the boss would concentrate on was that Knights of Purity armor had been used to attack civilians. The Good Guys had been definitive Bad Guys. Half of them were dreading getting their asses reamed; the other half were worried that they’d get fired. The Cincinnati posting was turning into a Russian Front, and it was costing the Boss huge. And shit always rolled downhill.

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua

with the assistance of the usual suspects

Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"

Part 5

----Still Saturday, Oct. 1st

--Calliope

It had been the better part of a month since she'd last stepped foot into the Security office at Whateley. Calliope would much prefer that she never need do so again, but that was not the sort of world they lived in. With the upperclasswoman Valentina holding her hand supportively, she gave her account of the attack in the corridor beneath the school, somewhere between the music class's practice hall and the quad. Of the five boys who'd threatened her and her friend Neff so, and of the chill, sedative touch of one boy's power as he gripped her arm. Experience unfortunately gave her a potential name to that attacker, the Emerson student Contact High, but she couldn't begin to identify any of the others.

A Battletech FanFiction

With a lever big enough I can move the world

by

Andrew “MageOhki” Norris

All properties not owned by the current rightholders to Battletech(InMediaRes and Microsoft, depending on specifics) and other properties (at this time, not determined) are the property of the writer. However, given this is a derived work, no intent to profit or otherwise infringe on the IP owner’s rights are meant, and this is a work of fiction meant to entertain for free.

This is roughly based on the CYOA’s (Create Your Own Adventure) running around for Battletech such as Valles’ “Tell the World we tried” using this version of it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SK7JCvb3J8ytG18XZtHDsi0KGVmUOtKdy84lQ-zCdtY/edit#

Without further ado, grab your neurohelment, put on the cooling vest, turn the reactor on and let’s go!

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua

with the assistance of the usual suspects

Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"

Part 4

----Still Saturday

--Donut

It was a quarter to two, and everything was finished.  The fruits of his labor were arranged in boxes on the counter by the ovens in the Home Ec. kitchens.  Daniel was rather proud of his efforts, both magicked and mundane. The cookies were nestled within cupcake sleeves in groups of five, and they looked neatly cute in their display tin.  The two cakes had taken a lot out of him. The next time he took a job like this, he needed to insist on enough lead time to properly bake something instead of relying solely on his power.

Still, all was ready for the Bohemians' little viewing party for the picnic tournament that afternoon.  He was sorta surprised that no one else had approached him for catering, though he was thankful, too. It'd be a while before his stamina recovered enough for him to handle anything bigger than an individual ring donut or two every few minutes.

"Hey, Danny?  Ya in here? Monica said ya needed needed some help?"

Jordain Statham, a.k.a. Ophidian, was in his English class with Ms. Barnes, though he rarely had a chance to talk with her there.  Most of the words to pass between them had crossed over the pastry counter. Much like the rest of campus, Jordain never said no to a Saturday morning cinnamon roll.