Write a fictional "scene" that is solely composed of dialogue and transpires between 2-3 characters. These characters can be your Main, Alternative, or NPC characters. These characters could also be another member's Main, Alternative, or NPC characters.
The topic for this series will be: "A conflict of interests". What this means is that one character has to want something that another character doesn't. What that exact element is, is up to you as the writer. Keep in mind that in any conversation, someone always wants something, whether it's wanting to share what you feel, or wanting to hear someones opinion on it. This topic is intentionally broad to encourage everything from humor to serious drama.
As a reminder, "dialogue" is defined as a conversation between two or more people. This is different from a "monologue", which is considered to be one person talking alone (the root "mono" often meaning "one, only, single").
Entries may contain action or description, but are limited to one action per dialogue, such as:
"Shut up," he yelled as he slammed his fist onto the table.
"No, you shut up," she yelled back as she crossed her arms.
"No you!" he huffed as he stormed off to the other side of the cabin.
Entries can continue to contain vocal cues such as “he said, she replied, she inclined, etc.” as well as tones and volumes such as: “her voice rose, his voice cracked, his words were clipped and tight.” Telepathy is allowed, but should be indicated in italics.
There is no unit restriction on your choice of character for the purpose of this competition other than having a character sheet. They can be anything from a member of your unit, a Dark Councilor, or even a rogue, as long as they have an active and approved character sheet that can be referenced for realism.
Grading will be done in accordance with the official Fiction Rubric, with individual feedback provided by the Voice of the Brotherhood as the sole judge.
Entries that fail to meet the guidelines of the challenge will be graded down in accordance to the rubric and may place lower than other entries that adhere to them.
Per the Parent Competition details, all entries are eligible for bonus Clusters of Ice.
Characters:
Combat Master’s Office
“Look, all I’m saying is that you wouldn’t carry it with you all the time if you didn’t intend to use it,” the Combat Master stated calmly.
“Or maybe that’s just what I want people to think?” Maenaki delicately lifted one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows.
“It’s a lightsaber. Literally one of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy,” Atra continued as he pulled his lightsaber hilt free from his belt, placed it in his open palm and gestured at it with his free hand. “And you wear it like it’s a piece of jewelry?”
“With hips like these, would you not?” the Seltron replied with a faint smirk.
“In the time it would take you to circle around the desk and try to make a pass at me with those aforementioned hips, you would probably end up tripping and falling on your face.”
“Hey, that only happened once on the Citadel and you said you wouldn’t tell anyone about it!”
Atra did not reply, but merely lifted his own eyebrow back at her and waited for her to reconsider his offer.
“I’ll have you know, Atra Ventus,” Maenaki purred, placing both hands on the edges of the Combat Master’s desk and leaning forward so that the tight lines of her dress accented her shapely figure. “If there comes a time when I need to draw my lightsaber and put it to use, the sound of the blade igniting will be the last thing you hear before it punctures through your chest cavity as I smile and watch the light drain from those dark, pretty eyes of yours."
“Well,” Atra said quietly as he clipped his lightsaber back to his belt and sat back in his chair. “That got dark and escalated fairly quickly.”
“It’s why you invite me here when you know I’m not going to step into that dirty rink of yours,” she said with a wink and a purse of her lips.
“...the Combat Training Center is a state of the art facility,” the Combat Master replied evenly, drumming his fingers idly against the edge of his desk. “It is not even a rink, and the matts are padded.”
“My answer remains the same, Atra Ventus."
“You’re not the only one that knows how to reserve their blade for the right time to strike. Be that as it may, martial training is just as much about discipline as it is about function. Would it really hurt you to try and practice your forms with some of the newer Journeyman?”
“While playing with more toys does sound lovely, I have much more important matters to attend to back on Selen. Not all of us get paid to play with sticks all day.”
“We don’t play with our...look, even though Marick rarely whips his lightsaber out— ”
“Phrasing,” Maenaki politely interjected.
“ —even though he does not use his lightsaber much anymore,” Atra repeated himself, “he still keeps up with regular sparring sessions.” Atra glanced over at the Hapan on the other side of the office that had quietly busied himself reviewing reports on a datapad.
“Training is always important,” Marick replied offhandedly as he thumbed through a series of screens. “But you are not going to change her mind.”
“So, your best advice is ‘Do or do not?'” Atra asked dryly.
“No, I do not care either way. You are on your own with this one, Ventus,” Marick replied dismissively as he moved on to another datapad and soundlessly exited the room.
“Fair enough.”
“I’m standing right here, you know...” Maenaki growled, folding her arms across her chest.
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1st place
Master Ruka Tenbriss Ya-ir
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2nd place
Aedile Tali Sroka
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3rd place
Headmistress Alethia Archenksova
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4th place
Kelviin
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5th place
Lucine Vasano
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