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Competition
[Retake Sepros]A Moment of Reflection
Textual submission

Sorrow a first step
along the way of seven
the home of Sadow

Through their suffering
they will learn of impotence
and we – dominion

But the void calls still
for blood, fire, steel and stone
taunting, hungering

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Inspired by the Temples of Orian and CNS' return to the Temple of Sorrow.

Competition
[Retake Sepros]Contact on Orian V
Submission
Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae opted out of publishing her submission.
Competition
[Retake Sepros]Contact on Orian V
Textual submission

Near the Temples of Orian
Sepros
Orian System

A group of ten people lay on the ridge looking at the temples in the distance, a transport shuttle that had dropped them off was lifting off behind them, two of individuals of the group were slightly ahead of the other taking stock of the Collective forces.

"Are you sure the VIP is still here Inquisitor Megos?"

Colonel Aleck Winters glanced over at the Sith Apprentice Inquisitor. He was pretty sure that Megos was not his actual real name; instead, an alias he was using for some reason, most likely to his identity a secret.

"Indeed, Colonel. My, heh, contact tells me the VIP is alive and well but in hiding from the enemy forces. It is a pity what happened to our other VIP but getting hold of that security vid was hard enough, but now we know what happened to her."

The Inquisitor's cold voice was not the causes of the shivers going down the others. Everyone present had seen that vid. They had seen how the woman was tortured, violated and executed with her body strung up and left to rot for everyone to see.

"Yeah. The bastards were making a point by what they did. A year after they took Sepros they celebrated by pouring fuel over her corpse, lighting it on fire like a new year bonfire, well bollocks to them." Winters then turned to the others behind him. "Right lads! We got a job to do so get your arses in gear.

They all stood up and readied themselves for the fight of their lives, the reason it was only the ten of them was to be a simple in and out, find VIP and get him out alive. The Inquisitor Megos had arranged the mission.

"The main attack force will engage the enemy from the north. Our job is to get in fast and dirty, as long our Inquisitor's contact can confirm the VIP's location for us. We are golden!" Winters explained to the other soldiers.

The team waited for half an hour before the main attack force got into position and started the attack. Winters, his team and the Inquisitor all stealthily moved towards the Sadow Palace. Even with the main attack force occupying the enemies, there was still resistance. Aleck had to watch some of his men fall to the Collective incoming fire. Even with the Dark Sider mercilessly killing waves after waves of the enemy.

New Sadow Palace
Location: Classified

The young boy huddled with the woman protecting him from the people who had invaded his home and killed his mother. Remy Dlairt had suffered much over the last few years, a lot of people had died to get him to this bolthole, it was just him and his protector. A Dlairt Security Officer named Lucy had got into here safely; she had been one of twenty people who had risked their lives and died to get the boy out of the Collective's grasp. It had been his mother, Sakura Dlairt, who had sacrificed her life to given them time to escape. They both knew something was happening, as the hidden security cameras were showing a lot of activity. Lucy hoped the message she had managed to get out had helped.

New Sadow Palace
Entrance

The team breached through the Collective holding the entrance and stormed down the corridor. "Follow me," Inquisitor Megos ordered, "where we need to go is in this direction." The Iron Legion soldiers followed the man down the hall, engaging and ending lives until they reached the lower levels of the temple. The room they appeared to have entered was a wine cellar. "This can't be the location?" Winters asked and looked at the Inquisitor who was walking towards a specific section of the wall. "Fortify the entrance and hold the door."

Colonel Winters approached the Dark Sider who was running his hand along the surface of the wall, looking of something until he stopped and pressed his hand against the location it was resting. A panel read his palm, and then the wall started to hiss. It opened up to reveal a metal door. Inquisitor Megos looked at the hidden security camera in the wine cellar and said to it. "Puppet. Open the door."

Half a minute later the door opened to reveal Lucy and young Remy Dlarit. The boy was tugging on the woman's hand who was looking at the Inquisitor with a bland gaze. The Dark Sider walked up to the woman and patted her on the head. "Good work on keeping the Heir's progeny alive. I have no more use for you." Lucy nodded and pulled out her service pistol, placed it against her temple and blew her brains out. Her death startled everyone but the Inquisitor, who turned to young Remy and lowered himself onto one knee. "Young man, my name is Sith Warlord Ashura Sadow, and I know who you are. Remulus Sadow, son of Astronicus Aurelius Sadow and Sakura Haruno. I'm sorry about what happened to your mother, but we are here to get you to safety." Ashura smiled warmly at the boy, despite the warm front he was showing, the Sith felt none of it and was acting to ensure young Remy's cooperation.

It worked and despite it took some convincing to get the boy not to ask any questions until they were away and safe. Colonel Winter leading, the soldiers and two Force users made their way out of the wine cellar. By now, the rest of the Iron Legion was fighting against the Collective for control of the planet. Winters watched three of his men died and suffered a slug in the arm getting before he got the VIP out to the shuttle waiting to take the boy to safety.

"Colonel. I am tasking you to keep the boy safe if so much of a scratch appears on him after I leave. You will die." Inquisitor Megos, Aleck knew that was not his real name, turned around and walked back into the chaos. The colonel also turned around and boarded the transport.

Competition
New Years Resolutions
Textual submission

TITLE: New Year Bash

//DISCLAIMER: Foul language and drunken behaviour are featured in this presentation. Please know we do not endorse this behaviour in real life and to always drink responsibly. //

Aleck's Local Cantina, Eos City, Elos Vrai, Arx
Arx System, Wild Space

"3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Everyone watched the holonet show the epic firework displaying throughout Eos City. Colonel Aleck Winters cheered with everyone else in the cantina, a mixture of loyalists and mercenaries out celebrating in the new year. The drinks had been flowing all night long and sadly for him it was time to stop, as had stupidly agreed to stop drinking as a new years resolution. "Happy New Year Mike," he turned to the man bartending, "I'm going to have to switch to the synthetics, bloody new years resolution starts now, so bring out what you got." He watched as the Mike the Bartender went to a dusty section of the shelves behind him and pulled out several dust-covered bottles. "Of for Force sake," Aleck muttered as the containers now before him, "I must be the only stupidest person to drink this stuff." Mike blew the dust off one of the bottles and opened it up and poured some of the substance in the glass before Aleck. Hesitantly, he picked up the glass, brought it to his lips and tried it. It was totally, and utterly, completely, shit! It tasted like absolute shit. "You have got to be messing with me, I can see why nobody drinks this crap, yeah it almost feels like whiskey, but there is no kick it." He then down the rest of the amber liquid in one go and turned to Mike, then pointed to the following bottle. "I might as well try the others." Aleck then spent the next twenty minutes trying the rest of the synthetic liquor, did wasn't anyone please with them as he was with the first one he had. "Kriff it!" Defeated, Aleck leaned over the bar's counter and placed his head flat on the surface, after a moment he looked up Mike. "I'll just have a cola."
Aleck was in drinking his second cola when several drunk officers stumbled up to the bar to order more drinks. One of them, a tall, lean man named Jed, looked at Aleck. "S-So what ye drinking Frosty? WAC?". Jed was a nice enough bloke when sober, but he was a lousy drunk. "It's just cola, no whisky in it," Aleck replied. "Frosty! Did you lose your dick or something? No longer got the balls to handle the hard stuff? You pussy." The insults flowed from Jed's mouth like water over a waterfall. Mike was used to drunk soldiers running their mouths but also knew the Colonel's temper if he got rilled up. Sure, Aleck could handle his alcohol better than most, but he had been drinking for hours before the new year rolled in. He was slowly getting angry, at first, he ignored the insults knowing that Jed was drunk, but as they kept coming and growing more vulgar, his patience was breaking. The moment Jed started laughing at him, Aleck bolted from his chair and punched the man in the face, breaking his nose as blood burst out. Jed tumbled to the floor groaning and holding his face, everyone who had been watching turned and looked at the Colonel who was standing over the other man. "Mike, I'll take a whiskey, to hell with this, now I know why no one drinks that synthetic crap."
Twenty minutes later, Jed and Aleck were finishing off a whiskey each when the local security officers walk in, the two men looked at the new arrivals, and both sighed. The standard protocol had all disturbances reported, and the individuals brought in, even on New Years that did not change. Both men knew this and accepted it, and it was the price of being a career military man. You were allowed to play hard as tomorrow you may die. So spending one night in lockup was not the end of the world, if they were lucky, then they would get a scolding and be sent home. Aleck was more disappointed that he had broken his New Year's resolution so soon, of course, he wasn't going to stop drinking, Aleck justed wanted to see how long he could have gone if Jed hadn't run off his mouth. Perhaps next year would be different? He chuckled to himself as that was not likely.

Competition
New Years Resolutions
File submission
NewYearsResolution.docx
Competition
New Years Resolutions
Submission
Kano Tor Tydex opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
[Fiction Series] Word Bank 3
File submission
Word bank 3.pdf