Fiction Gallery

Adrestia stepped toward the center of the podium. There were camera flashes and reporters posing questions she had no intention of answering, so she took her time. She slowly but confidently sashayed her way to the mic, adding just a dash of sexy to her mystique.

“Hold your questions until after please,” Adestia announced as an opening comment. The crowd of reporters erupted into dissent. “Hold your questions until after I have my say,” she said in an authoritative manner that made the most excitable reporter shrink back, even if they didn’t actually understand that they were doing so.

“I know I’m new here. But so are millions of others,” the elf like woman announced, emphasizing millions, giving an obvious nod to District VI, where refugees were clustered. “Some human, but others of a different variety, some rich but others poor,” Adrestia said bringing attention to Districts V and VII; the so called Down Zone and the Alien District respectively. These were her bases of support. Together the three districts formed a slight majority of the population but were only thought to be the dregs of Eden Society by those who lived in districts I, II, III and IV. The dregs had a vote but no corporate backing and therefore no money flow. So their political pull had been close to nil until now. Until Adestia and until Liath CO.

“Eden has always been ordered through backroom deals in smoke filled rooms in Uptown Office Spires or seedy Downtown Casinos.” She said looking in the faces of those cheering her on, from the back of the reporters. “But with me as Governor of all of Eden you will have a say, you will have representation; you will have a voice!” the woman who was a Gray Jedi unbeknownst to her adoring public said, as the public erupted in cheers.

That speech blasted through every holoscreen, in every establishment, on the entire planet. Her poll numbers were shooting up and up with every public appearance. It was clear the public of Eden, at least in the poorest and most populated districts; wanted a change. The reporters grilled her for another twenty minutes, each one hoping to find a chink on her armor. But all of her answers were polished, well studied and articulate. Every time she opened her mouth she made the current governor, a former reality star known for making buffoonish statements, look like a fool.

Close to an hour later, as she stepped from the long hallway into her quarters she pressed a button. This button ensured that no one could be bugging her in any way she wasn’t aware of. Her powers in the force ensured this. Not long after there was a buzzing sound followed by a beam of light. She bowed low, her legs spread somewhat suggestively as she looked into the gaunt face that no Tarenti would mistake, Sith Battlelord Etah.

“Yes my master” the soon to be governor delivered with practiced ease toward the holographic display.

“Appreeentice” Etah said in a slow, drawn out manner. “So how goes your quest?” the spooky man inquired.

“We will have hold of the reigns of the government soon m’lord,” she said with a pleased coo.

“Excellent, you have served the Clan Tarentum well my Apprentice. Prepare for my arrival.”

“Yes m’lord” she said as the image of the Sith Equite went dark.

Adrestia surveyed the rubble that passed for a city in District 5. Though it was devoid of wealth she reflected that it wasn’t devoid of happiness. Swarms of children played games, while young men sprinted around each other in search of treats. A group of women were playing a game that involved kicking a ball. Everyone around her wore the kind of smiles one would only expect from the rich. Were in not for the foul stench one could be forgiven for mistaking this random day on the streets of the slums for a wonderful fair of some kind.

But when the Seer looked deeper, she saw all the scum and villainy capable by society. She saw young men perpetrate violence one another, she saw young women abducted on the street to be pressed in service as whores. She saw men stealing from one another. She witnessed drunks ejected by strong men from pubs, only in this environment can ignorance truly thrive, the Seer thought to herself. A hundred million police in a hundred years couldn’t make this area safe, a hundred million scrubbings couldn’t make the area clean. District 5 should clearly be avoided she thought to herself.

This awful balance is why Liath is present she continued in thought as she continued on in her way.

Adrestia sat angrily in her chair. She was not used to sitting still; she was used to sailing through the stars and nebulas of the frontiers of Wild space, for months on end with no one outside her crew in sight. She was used to the warm hum of the starships main drive, through the cold durasteel deck. As a girl and then as a young women it comforted her and kept her from feeling lonely.

Now that she was tied to this planet; locked inside this building, she stared at the floor. A warm carpet was stretched across the surface of the floor, but the carpet was dead. It didn’t pulse with life, the warmth was in the fabric not from the heart of the structure and there were no vibrations to sing to her, and rock her gently to sleep the way the engines of a starship still seem to, even today.

So the Gray Jedi Equite sat, in the middle of the dark early morning hours; covered in a cold, sticky, sour, sweat. As she stared at the lifeless floor; her eyes glazed over, dried and became bloodshot.

Starring at the individual strands of the carpet that sprung from the floor in wayward fashion, as if randomly and without purpose; she said out loud toward the floor, in the empty room, “Shab!” she exclaimed.“If this election isn’t the death of me, you will be.”

She said this toward the floor as her fingers traced the outline of a dagger located in the waistband of the small of her back but then she suddenly realized that stabbing the carpet did sound crazy. Questioning her sanity she stood and existed the room in an exaggerated huff.

This is Love: Lucifer stared out of the window at Eden City as he watched the lights of the city shine as darkness took over light. “Such a wonderful city, peaceful, quiet, beautiful, and perfect.” He stood and began to pace around his room. “What should I do first? Should I be trying the restaurants, the casinos, the gyms?” He left his room to wander the city. Over the next few months, he began to try every dish in the city by visiting every restaurant then he tried out all of the gyms to find just the right one to match his needs. He also tried out every night club, tasting ever type of alcohol in stock throughout the city and lastly, he gambled at every casino, happy with the winnings he earned. Over these past few months, Lucifer had nothing but joy from the city of Eden.

This is Hate: Over the last few months everyone in the city who met Lucifer began to give him space as his moods grew worse and worse over the time since he had first arrived. “This town is worthless, I cannot believe I thought it was so amazing?!?! I cannot believe I fell for the rigged casinos, the shitty repetitive food, the boring gyms with only men around…”

Lucifer stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly made its rounds. “I wonder what it is that you would wish for if you could talk…” He chuckled softly, closing his eyes as sleep took him. Upon waking up, Lucifer opened his eyes and his gaze returned to the ceiling fan. “Been watching me this whole time, huh?” A second voice could be slightly heard coming from Lucifer’s quarters. “I am always watching you Lucifer and I do have a wish, to chop all of your enemies up in my blades until their scream could no longer be heard…HAHAHAHA!” Lucifer raised his left eyebrow and chuckled. “So, what would my enemies’ deaths gain me?” He slowly stood up, stretching as he went clean up. The ceiling fan began to spin faster. “You would have to need to fear nor worry about them and could help me achieve my second dream of a female humanoid so that we could be together forever!” Lucifer laughed softly as he came out from the shower, brushing his teeth. “What makes you think you could be with me dear little ceiling fan?” After brushing his teeth, he got dressed and left the bathroom to find the ceiling fan had stopped spinning due to wires frying. “I always did like my girls over easy and not fried.” He laughed to himself as he left his quarters to find the maintenance personnel.

Rhy can be trolley He stabs me in the stomach Why are you trolley?

Selika is Boss, Lady of the Clan Plagueis, Fear her spooky wrath

This guy's no leader. Abalance, I think you'll find, Is just a bleeder.

Zuser has a ship That is until he crashed it It went down in flames

Alaris is blue Funny looking head tail thing Quite often says "Fact"

A manic pilot In the Chaser he files far All will loose their lunch

• Zuser Whuloc

Consul long ago Now serves the insane panda Against slow-minded

-- URGENT TRANSMISSION --

This message illuminated Alara's chamber as the datapad resting on her end table lit up its screen. Alara fluttered her eyelashes tiredly and clumsily reached for the pad.

"What is it?" Jorm mumbled on the other side of the bed. Alara could feel her partner stirring in his sleep as his arm wrapped her hip in comfort. A small smile was crawling over her face, until the message she read stole it away.

** XEN'MORDIN PALPATINE HAS OFFICIALLY RESIGNED. CONSUL IS TO BE ANNOUNCED.**

A second message appeared on the screen:

LETTER FROM BRAECEN KAETH

Alara's curious fingertips clicked the screen speedily, and a gasp escaped her diaphragm as she read the next text:

"Due to unforeseen circumstances and changes in Leadership, you will be taking the position as Quaestor to Excidium effective immediately. Come see me in my office in the morning."

"Well, that's... bittersweet. Pretty hot that I'm sleeping with a Quaestor now." Jorm's lips were unsure whether to form themselves into a smile or a frown. Alara felt the same tension on her own face as she searched her inner self for what emotion she was experiencing at the present time. She sat up in bed, and zoned out in her imagination for a moment, saying nothing. Why did Xen leave? She knew something was up the last few weeks, but she didn't think it would be anything that would convince him to quit. And with the impending war on the rise, why would he abandon us now? It must have been pretty important. Alara bit her lip solemnly as she tried to piece the puzzle and solve the mystery in her mind. Braecen must have been moving up in the leadership ranks to have given Alara the Quaestor position so quickly. She knew since her starting the Aedile position she was the heiress to the house, but so quickly? Was she ready for such a strenuous task?

"The answer is yes, 'Lara." Jorm wrapped his arms around her waist with gentle precision. "You are ready for this. Don't doubt your tenacity."

Alara smiled and cuddled into his neck as her beloved began to wrap himself closer towards her. "You're just saying that because you want the title of dating the Quaestor."

"I think we are already more than just dating, aren't we love?" Jorm's lips finally formed into a smile against Alara's cheek. She turned over to kiss him in agreement and playfully pushed him further into the bed sheets.

"Heeyyy, pretty lady. You should probably be getting some rest. Big day tomorrow." Jorm winked at her.

With a pouting lip, Alara scoffed and turned over to lay beside him. "Fiiineee... But when I'm officially Quaestor you won't be able to resist me so easily."

"Goodnight, Empress 'Lara. It's just a matter of time before you take over for good, isn't it?" Jorm teased and kissed her forehead.

Alara rolled her eyes in reply, "Goodnight Jorm. I might need you to get a good night's rest too. We are going to have to stick together if Excidium is to thrive, rather than just survive Xen's loss."

"Aye. I believe you're right. I've got some plans that should help make that happen."

Rhylance, he is a Chiss. He's not Jedi, nor a Sith Just a mad doctor

Furios, look here. I can lightning punch like you. Notice me, Senpai.

Laren, why so blue? your eyes are red, please don't cry Would you like a hug?

High flying Zuser Passengers lose their lunches Vomit spin-cycle

House aedile Laren, is one of the weirdest folk "cowbell addiction"

Who, actually Carries around a scalpel It's not a weapon!

(About Rhylance)

Andrelious' Wife.

Please keep me hidden She finds me, Imma dead man Fearful of Kooki.

LAREN USCOT (PLAGUEIS)

Laren's quite a guy - though he can't use the Force, he'll at least try to drink.