Competition: [OPERATION: ANTIQUITY] Week 2: Fiction

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[OPERATION: ANTIQUITY] Week 2: Fiction

It's easy to write from the perspective of your main character or alt, but what about the perspective of a pirate living on an unknown planet on the outskirts of the cosmos? Write a fiction of at least 250 words depicting the day in the life of a member of the pirate splinter cell that Naga Sadow and Plagueis are confronting, giving appropriate background. What experiences has your pirate character faced? How far have they traveled? What perspective do they have of the world around them and the Dark Jedi who have arrived on their territory?

Required details for your character include a name, a brief history, and at least some physical details. Character sheets are not required, but elements of a CS could be seen as a good starting point if you want to add even more layers to your pirate character.

Grading will be based on the official Voice Rubric. Entries will be accepted in both .docx and .pdf format.

Competition Information
Parent Competition
[CNS-PLA] Operation: Antiquity
Organized by
Warlord Ronovi Tavisaen, Augur Ashia Kagan Keibatsu
Running time
2019-03-04 until 2019-03-11 (8 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
8 subscribers, of which 5 have participated.
Results
Member
Grand Master Muz Ashen Keibatsu
File submission
3714-yarrrrrr.odt
Textual submission

He stood in the rain a little while longer, letting the drops beating against his head, streaming down him in filthy rivulets. He exhaled slowly, letting the warm water wash away the stink of space off of him. He looked up, eyes flinching as a drop snared against eyelashes. This was not the life he had imagined for himself as a hatchling, cramped into a limping freighter with people that had no other options than to take what other people made. But it was better than where he was, the crumbling tenement housing on Corellia smelling worse yet than Nikto cooking and Weequay body odor. The peal of thunder cracked in the distance, but close enough to make him turn. The lightning would play havoc with the droid command modules, and the Captain would be ornery about it.

He picked his way carefully through the undergrowth, down the faint trail of mashed leaves and cracked twigs that led him to that little clearing. He chuckled to himself at the thought, the clearing in the woods, nothing but tall grasses and rocks where he had been three times this week, trying to find a place to clear his head. It wasn't the first green planet he had seen, but it was the longest that they had been camped down. It was the back side of nowhere, far enough off any of the regular hyperspace routes that no one would bother patrolling. Between that and the old ruins, it was a decent place to hide and count their recent hauls. Well, that and it gave him time to repair the old battle droids that had gotten busted up when they took down that last yacht.

It was only a few minutes down the path before he saw the outcropping, ruined stone walls so antique and weathered that they looked almost naturally occurring. He picked his way past the vines, peering around the corner, into the depths. The captain stood here, glowrod in hand and eyes tracing the weathered symbols. He cleared his voice, and the Nikto turned abruptly.

"Wolrob, I didn't see you there." The captain looked at the Gozzo before turning his attention back to the sealed vault. Scans had shown that there was a passage beyond, but the stone had weathered so badly that drilling through or using charges would cause the whole thing to collapse in on itself. If there was anything precious in there, it would be buried by trying to force their way in, and that annoyed the captain ferociously, making him obsess over the entry for the past few days.

"The droids are almost done, Cap'n." Wolrob punctuated that with a click of his beak. "Then, we are just waiting for the fence to show up."

The captain nodded slowly, speaking as if by rote. "Three days before the fence is due. Any routine maintenance you can get done in the meanwhile?"

The Gozzo restrained a chuckle as he adjusted his goggles. The captain knew full well that there was no supplies to do anything with. He had to cut chunks out of shipping crates to replace droid armor and carapaces as it was. He barely had any fuel for the cutting torches left, let alone quality replacement parts for the ships. His commlink chirped, the mechanical call twitching the tufts of feathers at his ears before he pressed the button and the message blipped across the screen.

"Hrm."

The captain ignored that. Wolrob twisted his head in curiosity before continuing. "Three days?"

"Yeah." The captain turned, an annoyed look on his maw. "Why?"

"Well, either our scanners are fritzing out again, or the fence is early." Wolrob adjusted his goggles. "And they're flying an old imperial destroyer..."

Placement
1st place
Member
Warlord Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae
File submission
AntiquityFiction-Week2.pdf
Placement
2nd place
Member
Battlelord Takagari "DarkHawk" KogaRyu
File submission
A_Pirate's_Life.pdf
Placement
3rd place
Member
Reaver Scudi Ferria
Submission
Reaver Scudi Ferria opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
4th place
Member
Knight Hilgrif
Textual submission

“Oh fried forst rat again i hope the new cook did not burn it again”said the short Devaronian
The near by human cook said in a annoyed voice “well if you could aim you might have shot that droid squad before they kill the last cook”. The rodian that was behind him add to the conversation in a slight humored voice “yah Drax maybe i should remove your other horn so your head would be more even in weight .Drax use his left hand to feel the remaining horn on the right side of his head and then replied in a angry tone “only over my dead body will this horn be removed “ “stop that bickering we got called to do extra guard duty in 10 mins” came the loud voice of the captain in charge of my unit. Drax then asked “ why do we need extra guards the scouts said the droids are staying in there base” the captain look at the Devaronian “we have received reports of a swarm of other ships landing lately boss wants to make sure we do not get caught off guard” Drax muttered to his nearby squad mate “probably just made that excuse to punish us for being the least loot on the last droid raid “ drax finish eating then went to one of there scout hiding spot on the westside of camp a human was there looking in the woods . Drax gave a quick motion with his had to show he was a ally as a precaution they were told not to use coms incase a rival gang broke into the com chanel. The human said in a low tone “shift change already nice” Drax gave a quick shake of his head then replied in same low tone “no boss order a double guard shift” the human gave a shug then said well enjoy the night view then. After a hour or two with not much said between them Drax heard a branch behind him they both quickly turned around to see their replacement only to see nothing Drax turned yo human to ask if he heard anything but only to find a red blade though the human body Drax tried to reach for the com but before he could move he saw a second blade appear out of his chest then it all went black .

Placement
5th place