Competition: [Voice Workshop] Dialogue I

[Voice Workshop] Dialogue I

The challenge here is to step outside your comfort zone while learning more about the other characters that make up the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. Even if you never write a fiction for a competition in this manner or format, the exercise in and of itself is designed to help you grow more comfortable with speech patterns and having an “ear” for dialogue between characters.


Write a fictional "scene" that is solely composed of dialogue and transpires between 2 characters in the Brotherhood. These characters can be your Main, Alternative, or NPC characters. These characters could also be another member's Main, Alternative, or NPC characters.

There is no unit restriction on your choice of character for the purpose of this competition other than that they must have a valid Character Sheet. They can be anything from a member of your unit to a Dark Councilor or even a rogue, as long as they have an approved Character Sheet that can be referenced for realism.

Please Note: You may ask and are encouraged to talk about your entry with another member’s character(s).

The Prompt

Select one of the following prompts to serve as the basis of your scene.

Disagreement - *The two characters you’ve selected have reached a disagreement of some kind. This could be as simple as a difference in taste for holonet media, or as complex as galactic or Brotherhood politics.

Awkward Encounter - *The two characters you've selected have found themselves in an awkward situation. This feeling can be represented by either or both characters, with the reasoning behind said awkwardness up to you as the writer.

The Challenge

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 must be no less than 250 Words, and there is (wince) no word cap.
  • Entries must strictly feature dialogue writing between (2) characters.
  • 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.


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.
  • The characters that are used must be identified (and optionally linked to) at the beginning of the entry or in the submission text to be counted as a valid entry.

Markdown Template

1. [Character 1](
2. [Character 2](

**Prompt: <Prompt chosen>**

Example Entry:

  1. Marick Tyris
  2. Atra Ventus

Prompt: Disagreement


“Are you sure?”


“Ventus, I do not have time for games,” Marick Tyris sighed. “Just answer my question, please.”

“I did,” Atra Ventus replied evenly.

“Did you, or did you not, rearrange the assets and contents of my desk?” Marick asked one more time.

“No. I did not. For the fifth time.”

“Alright. If you say so, I believe you.” Marick said as he turned to leave.

“I will investigate further—” the Voice stopped short, noticing something in the corner of the Combat Master’s office. “—Is that...why is C-D4WG laying in a heap in the corner?”

“It is? Funny, I did not notice any difference—” Atra replied flatly, the only hint of emotion in the lifting of his eyebrows.

“What did you do?” Marick asked, his lilted voice tightly clipped.

“The droid would not stop commenting on Operation: Tempered Iron. Members were displeased with the results. So, I put him to sleep. You know how I am with technology. I might have misplaced a wire.”

“That droid contained all of the data I compiled over the course of my tenure, including the salvaged files from the ruins of Antei,” Marick’s voice was colored with a rare fit of frustration.


“That’s the last straw, Ventus. You will answer for your transgressions, right here, right now,” the half-Hapan hissed as his ultraviolet lightsaber snapped to life.

Competition Information
Organized by
Master Marick Tyris Arconae
Running time
2019-01-07 until 2019-01-31 (25 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
First Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
28 subscribers, of which 16 have participated.
Augur Aiden Lee Deshra
File submission
Textual submission

Rhylance and Tali of Arcona having a not so fun discussion.



1st place
Warlord Rasilvenaira StormRaven
Warlord Rasilvenaira StormRaven opted out of publishing her submission.
2nd place
Colonel Liandry Lhucci Cataa
File submission
3rd place
Adept Atyiru Caesura Entar Arconae
Adept Atyiru Caesura Entar Arconae opted out of publishing her submission.
4th place
Warlord Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae
Warlord Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae opted out of publishing her submission.
5th place
Adept Atra Ventus
Textual submission

1. [Nejj Ithurinos](
2. [Satsi Tameike](

**Prompt: Disagreement**

"Miss Satsi! Hey, hey! Miss Satsi!"

"Oh frackin' hell," Satsi Tameike drawled, pressing her fingers to her temple in distress.

"Yes, good, you heard me! I worried you didn't! What a surprise to find you here. As the ancient masters always say, Miss Satsi, it is by the will of the Force for us that we are always precisely where we are meant to be," Nejj Ithurinos exclaimed merrily.

"You're meant ta have mah fist in your face," Satsi seethed, voicing her thoughts without realizing it.

Nejj blinked, processing before responding. "You have such darkness, Miss Satsi. I honestly worry that if you don't enhance your calm soon you're going to be forever out of balance."

"'ll enhance __your__ calm. It's a real special-like technique called a FRACKIN' COMA!"

"I could assist you," Nejj continued, undeterred. "I have this lovely herbal tea that I've been experimenting with. Calms the body. Pairs well with meditation, which you could join me in. Unless, of course, it's merely that time of the month?" His voice quieted at the end, as if attempting to make the inquiry more private.

Satsi's knuckles cracked loudly. "That's where ya go on this one? Seems real logical to ya?"

"Listen," the Zeltron continued with an almost parental tone. "I understand that we can't control all aspects of our bodies. But I know that if you were to take a few steps onto a better path you would find much more joy. Even a setback such as cramps would be inconsequential next to the peace within your spiritual self."

"Knucklers to the stomach. That's what you're gunnin' for here. Tryin' hard to get beat."

"Master Yoda tells us that there's no try. Only do and do not."

"Well, pay real close attention, suga'." Satsi intoned, rising to her feet and slipping on her knucklers. "This's gonna hurt."

"Oh," Nejj replied as worry crossed his brow. "Neat."

No placement
Battlelord Tahiri Thorn Morte Tarentae
Textual submission

1. [Tahiri](
2. [TuQuan](

**Prompt: **

“Hello, Tu’Quan.” The crimson skinned Togruta looked up as the tall Kel-dor entered.
“Hey, Tahiri. How are you settling in to your new office?” TuQ asked.
“I’m settling in pretty well,” Tahiri offered TuQ a chair, quickly clearing a box from it.
“Oh good, I’m glad. Have you held a position like this before?” TuQ sat down in the offered chair, tipping back the brim of his big hat to watch the young Togruta.
“Yes, actually.” Tahiri replied with a bit of sadness in her voice.
“Oh? Where… Oh, back in Tarentum, huh?” The Kel-dor sat up straighter, a worried tone to his voice.
“Yeah. I was Aedile of House Mortis. I got the position right before the war, and…” Tahiri paused for a moment.
“Are you alright, Tahiri?” TuQ asked, concern ebbing from him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Tahiri flashed him a quick smile. “I was at Castle Tarentum when the Collective attacked it.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I heard about the destruction.” TuQ tilted his head back a bit.
“It okay, I’m here now.” Tahiri replied quickly. “But…”
“But what?” TuQ’uan asked curiously.
“Well, I’ve always tried to be truthful and honest with my superior’s and friends…” Tahiri paused and slowly sat down behind her desk.
“That’s always a good way to stay in good grace with people, especially people you know.”TuQ leaned forward. “But I’m guessing here, there’s something else. Something, or somebody bothering you, Tahiri?”
“What? Oh no, no ones bothering me.” Tahiri replied quickly. “No, it's just, well… Since I want to be honest with you TuQ’uan, I’m a bit nervous about things.”
“Oh? How so?” TuQ asked gently.
“Well, I only had the position of Aedile in Tarentum for a short time, I feel like there was so much I didn’t learn.” Tahiri’s face fell in into her hands. “Even though I’ve been here only a few months, and then getting this position again so soon. I can’t help but feel a bit out of place still.”
“Ah, Tahiri, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” replied TuQ, as he stood up and moved around the desk. “You have me, and rest of the council. We’ll take care of you, and teach you everything you need to know.”
“Thank you TuQ’uan. That makes me feel better.” Tahiri flashed him a genuine smile, as she stood and hugged the tall Kel-dor.

No placement
Augur Alara Deathbane
Textual submission

1. [Alara Deathbane](
2. [Shadow Palpatine Nighthunter](

**Prompt: Disagreement**

Alara knocked on her sister’s bedroom door. “Shadow, wake up.”
“What’s going on? Why are you waking me up so late?” A very tired female echoed behind the door.
“It’s important. Quick. Let me in.” Alara pushed.
Shadow opened the door, “What’s going on?”
Alara barged in and closed the door behind her. “I have to run.”
“Yes. I’m leaving Scholae Palatinae. I have to.” The Rollmaster retorted.
“Why? What’s going on? Surely we can-“
“No. We can’t fix things. Not this time. Mune and Elincia want me dead. I *have* to go. If it weren’t for Jaelle I’d fight back, but I can’t risk putting her in danger. Surely you understand.” Alara looked towards her nephews’ bedroom door.
“No, Alara. I can take Jaelle. Or Gregryck can. There is no need for you to go. Not now… Your nephews need you.” Shadow shook her head. “I need you.”
“Don’t do this to me, Shadow!” Alara’s voice raised higher than a whisper. “You know I’d stay if I could, especially due to circumstances. But I don’t see a way out of this. I can’t rise against the Empress by myself, and even if you helped me it would put your Aedile role in danger. I can’t risk making you lose *everything*.”
“This isn’t right.” Shadow growled, “We need to stick together. That’s something we have never been able to do. Why is that?”
The older sister couldn’t tell whether Shadow was angry or wounded. “Shadow. We will be together again someday. I promise.”
“You can’t do this to me. Not again.” Shadow raised her voice.
“Don’t scare the children!” Alara scowled.
“So *now* you’re concerned about children’s needs? You weren’t too concerned when you killed mother and father and left me as an orphan.”
“Shadow, don’t do this,” the Seer warned. “I may have had a choice then, but I do not have a choice now.”
“You’re leaving me and the twins behind when we have **nothing** left! Absolutely nothing!”
“You have your reputation here, you have your freedom. I do not, Shadow. It’s been taken away from me. I have to run. Jae’lle needs me to. As does my future.” She spoke with an oddly calm demeanor.
“You never deal with your problems! You just run and run and expect them all to be fixed for you!” Shadow snapped. “You don’t care who you leave behind to clean up the mess!”
“What do you expect me to do? Put everything and everyone I have in danger? Elincia means business, Shadow! You know that better than anyone! She may appear lazy and forthcoming in her demeanor sometimes, but when she wants to get shit done she will! And right now she plans to murder me!”
“Go then. See if I come saving the day this time.” Shadow glared and turned away.
“Don’t do this, Shadow. I’ll come back when its safe. When it all blows over. Or you can come visit me. You know I always have a place for you and the boys.” Alara held back her emotion.
“Really? Your actions give me no reasoning to believe that. Be gone. Leave me to mourn my husband.” Shadow started to walk away.
“Shadow, I loved him too!” Alara snapped back.
Shadow’s mournful eyes suddenly ignited and turned towards her sister, “Don’t you say it.”
“He was my brother, Shadow,” Alara’s amber eyes filled with tears, “He actually provided you safety that I never could. Sure we had our fights and our hatred at first, but when I knew he could protect you, I trusted him and loved him as my *kin*.”
“Of all the things you could say right now, Alara, that was a huge mistake. You’ve hurt me more than our parents’ death ever could. Pretense will never forgive how you treated him during what was left of his life. Leave. Now.”
Alara turned towards the door. “I’ll be with Arcona. I think it’s the safest place for me to be right now. I have a rendezvous arranging my departure to Estle City. Come find me when you change your mind.”
“Of course you’re going *there*. And what do I tell Jorm? How do you plan on cleaning up your relationship with him?” Shadow scoffed.
“Tell him what you like. Whatever is less painful for him.” Alara’s head fell as she exited the bedroom chamber. “Until next time, Shadow. Whenever that is. I love-“
“No,” Shadow closed the door behind her, “you don’t.”

No placement
Commander Sulith Bekett
Commander Sulith Bekett opted out of publishing his submission.
No placement
Warlord Shadow Palpatine Nighthunter
Textual submission

1. [Shadow Nighthunter](
2. [Fëanor Láng](

**Prompt: **

No placement
Battlelord Reiden Palpatine Karr
File submission
No placement
Battlelord Rrogon Skar Agrona
Battlelord Rrogon Skar Agrona opted out of publishing his submission.
No placement
Corsair TuQ’uan Varick di Plagia
File submission
No placement
Lieutenant Colonel Essik Lyccane
Lieutenant Colonel Essik Lyccane opted out of publishing his submission.
No placement
Warlord Lucine Vasano
Warlord Lucine Vasano opted out of publishing her submission.
No placement
General Stres'tron'garmis
General Stres'tron'garmis opted out of publishing his submission.
No placement