Competition: New gear, who dis?

New gear, who dis?

We all wait patiently for the Celebration Store to open. Then blow our entire credit account in a single day. But that is the website version of what happens. I want the fictional version. How did your character acquire their new items? Did they win their ship in a game of Sabbacc? Perhaps a Blaster off a chance Cube with a Toydarian junk dealer? The options are up to you.

  • You may write as a main or alternate character.
  • Fiction must be a minimum of 500 words, there is no maximum.
  • Grading will be based on the Fiction Grading Rubric And the KCF (Korvis Coolness Factor) so be creative.
  • Please submit in .PDF, .DOCX, or .RTF or the textual submission box.
Competition Information
Organized by
Vynn Salm
Running time
2023-05-13 until 2023-05-31 (19 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
11 subscribers, of which 4 have participated.
Scout Hevan Slavis
File submission
New gear, who dis comp. Hevan Slavis.docx
1st place
Knight Jamez Gabriel
Textual submission

Jamez Gabriel, a seasoned Sith warrior, found himself in a bustling bar on the planet Navarro. The dimly lit establishment was filled with a mix of locals and travelers, their eyes fixated on Jamez as he stood in the center of the room, ready to share his epic tale.

Taking a deep breath, Jamez began his narration, transporting the listeners to the events of the previous day. He described how he had received a tip about a notorious gang of smugglers hiding out in a remote location not far from town. Determined to bring them to justice, Jamez embarked on a relentless pursuit.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the rugged terrain, Jamez reached the smugglers' hideout. The air was thick with tension as he stealthily approached, relying on his honed senses and mastery of the Force to detect any potential threats.

With a swift and calculated move, Jamez struck the first blow. A smuggler, caught off guard, was sent crashing into a stack of crates, creating a thunderous cacophony that reverberated through the hideout. The remaining four smugglers, alerted to the intruder's presence, drew their weapons and encircled Jamez.

Unfazed by their aggression, Jamez unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, dodging blaster bolts with remarkable agility. With each punch and kick, his ShockBoxing Gloves emitted crackling energy, augmenting the impact of his blows and electrifying his adversaries.

One by one, the smugglers fell before Jamez's unstoppable onslaught. His movements were a seamless dance of combat, a symphony of power and precision. He leaped and flipped through the air, landing devastating blows that sent shockwaves rippling through the room.

The hideout echoed with the clashing of weapons, the crackling of energy, and the pained cries of defeated smugglers. Jamez's hand-to-hand combat skills were unmatched, as if the Force itself guided his every move. The battle raged on, a swirling vortex of violence and determination.

As the dust settled, Jamez stood victorious amidst the fallen smugglers. Sweat dripped from his brow, his chest heaving with exertion. Silence engulfed the room, broken only by the crackling energy that emanated from his gloves.

Cautiously, Jamez surveyed the aftermath of the fight. Amidst the wreckage and debris, his eyes were drawn to a slightly burnt but securely locked armor box. Intrigued by its contents, he wasted no time in prying it open, unveiling the "Imperial Moff Battle Armor" within.

The armor, gleaming with an otherworldly aura, called out to Jamez. Its design exuded power and authority, reflecting the dark essence of its previous owner. Without hesitation, Jamez adorned himself in the imposing armor, feeling an overwhelming surge of strength and dominance course through his veins.

And now, in the present moment, Jamez stood before the captivated audience in the bar, donned in the formidable Imperial Moff Battle Armor. The patrons gazed at him in awe, their expressions a mixture of admiration and awe.

With a satisfied smile, Jamez concluded his story by revealing that he had successfully turned in the captured smugglers, collecting the lucrative bounty that awaited him. In celebration of his triumph, he had used the reward to buy a round of drinks for everyone present, igniting a chorus of cheers and applause.

As the night wore on and the bar began to empty, the bartender couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He approached Jamez, a mix of disbelief and intrigue etched across his face.

"How did you manage to accomplish all that when you were seemingly drunk and gambling all day yesterday?" the bartender questioned, struggling to comprehend the seeming contradiction between Jamez's previous actions and his recent heroic tale.

Jamez let out a hearty chuckle, leaning back in his seat. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he replied, "Yeah, I did win this armor off a trader in a card game last night. But you have to admit, my story sounds much more exciting, doesn't it?"

The bartender couldn't help but grin, realizing that Jamez had spun a grand tale that had captivated everyone in the bar. It was a testament to the Sith warrior's charisma and storytelling prowess, leaving them all entertained and eager for more.

And so, with a final round of drinks shared amongst newfound friends, the night continued with laughter, camaraderie, and the echoes of Jamez Gabriel's legendary tale resonating throughout the bar on the planet Navarro.

2nd place
3rd place
File submission
New gear, who dis.docx
3rd place
Dr. Bril Teg Arga
Dr. Bril Teg Arga opted out of publishing his submission.
4th place