Fiction Gallery

Malice could hear the chaos coming from down below. Looking out the window to her room, Geonosians and long forgotten droids angrily buzzed around, trying to get inside. She had no doubt that they would overcome in this fight, but she didn't want to risk her family. Going back to packing, she was throwing diapers and other infant necessities into a bag for Auxil to take. Two ice packs ensured that the bottles she added would be kept cold, but she packed formula as well just in case. The protocol droid knew how to make bottles. They were the best at caring for Ora.

"Auxil, you know what time she goes to bed. Don't let my mother keep her up later than her bedtime. I'd prefer she sleep on the ship, just to make sure she doesn't return with fleas. However, if she does, you know how to take care of them, so do that as quickly as you can. Aiya and I don't need an outbreak."

"Of course, Lady Malice."

Glancing down at Ora, the child clearly had no idea the possible danger she was in, for she gurgled calmly and sucked on one of her feet.

"Edward, Mortem, Imp," she started, "you'll be coming with me again. Everyone else, I want you to follow Alexa to Kalon's ship. He's likely out fighting, but I want you to take Ora to Cholganna. Our family there has met her before, and they should know Kalon's ship by now. You'll be safe there."

She bent to Ora's level while the rest of the droids scrambled to get everything ready to go.

"Mama is going to help clean up this mess," she cooed, "She's going to kill all of those nasty bugs, and then I'll make a mobile from their wings and you can watch it as you sleep."

Standing to her full height again, Malice watched as Alexa carefully lifted the child carrier and the droids who weren't fit for this level of fighting hurried out.

Turning to everyone who was left, she quickly attached her weapons to her belt before starting to speak.

"Everyone here was on the team that went to check out the caves that these vermin live in. Even though most of you stood guard outside, you saw the information as we were bringing it back. The droids, you should have no problems with. They're old, and you all overpower them with just your arms. The Geonosians, however, you should be more careful of. They can fly around and avoid your weapons and maybe even your tracking. However, if you aim and shoot for their wings, they'll be forced to land and they'll be swept up in the chaos. Imp?"

The droid stood at attention at the mention of its name.

"You've got the best tracking system. You'll be in charge of downing them, alright?"

"Understood,"

"Then Edward and Mortem can come in and stab or burn them up. Directions understood?"

"Affirmative."

She nodded, content with their answers.

"Aiya, you'll be with me."

The Nexu huffed, likely knowing full well where she'd be."

"Alright, it's time to do this. Let's clear this scum away from our home."

The young wookiee sighed. His robust physicality usually interfered with his more intricate, intellectual profession. But ever since he was injured during the attack, Kelviin realized how often he relied on his strength to accomplish his goals. This experience would only make him a better engineer, once he had healed. So what was really bothering him?

Master had tried to explain why the attack happened in the first place. There were so many people Kelviin hadn’t met outside his happy little space-family, and so many problems between those people. Now somebody above all of them didn’t want Kelviin to be there, all because he wasn’t a human. Arcona made Kelviin feel at home for the first time in his life, yet at the same time he was violently unwanted. He had seen friends die for the first time, and he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

Kelviin regularly visited his master in the medical bay. It hurt so much to see his mentor and role model in pain, and unable to keep up with her life. He had only ever known her to be flitting between control panels and datapads, juggling entire lives and identities while still making room for Kelviin’s silly, basic needs. Now she lay there like a broken piece of machinery, and for once he didn’t know how to fix it.

The Wookiee sighed again, letting his datapad slide to the floor. His pet rancor wriggled through the flap in the door, struggling for a moment to fit through, before licking Kelviin’s dangling paw. He chuckled and ruffled its scales. Sometimes just trying is all the help somebody needed. He decided that he should go visit master again.

At some point during the trip, Kelviin took a wrong turn (though “wrong” was relative, as he had never been able to find his way directly to Zujenia’s medical station to begin with). Corridors just weren’t as good for landmarks as the foliage he grew up in. This time, he found himself walking through rows of a new type of patient, people he didn't recognize from the recent attack. These all seemed to be in great pain, suffering from some type of infection. Outside the room, medics sealed in special suits sprinted by. Kelviin walked out into the hallway, and a medic shouted, “Oh god, one of the Selen crew escaped!”

The medic looked closer at the wookiee and realized he wasn’t immediately dying. Were Wookiees somehow immune to whatever seemed to be infecting the humans?

Several medics gathered around to examine Kelviin, while he in turn examined their silly suits. “You’re right, the pathogen isn’t taking hold! Is it just this one, or all wookiees?”

Wrrgg, Kelviin growled in confusion.

“That’s a damn good question, and something we might need to know as soon as possible.”

The medics guided Kelviin to a contained chamber. None of them spoke Shyriiwook, so they assumed they had to rely on body language. Kelviin didn’t know where they were taking him, but knew they seemed like good people, albeit very stressed in general and intimidated by him. Kelviin held the nearest medic’s hand. The medic froze with fear, remembering all the dismemberment stories he’s heard, and decided he better act calm and go with it.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, I can’t give you a clear answer,” explained the lead medic, after examining the Wookiee.

“But we can clearly see the antibodies at work. I’d say that if we find a Wookiee engineer, I can compare their blood samples and tell you for certain if he can safely enter the room where the air purification system-”

“GWRRRRRRGHGLL,” interrupted Kelviin.

The medics jumped back while his datapad translated in a robotic monotone:

[AM ENGINER. CAN FIX AIR]

Kelviin suddenly felt useful again, and pranced off down the hall, causing delicate instruments to rattle against the walls.

The medics glanced at each other and realized they were all going to die.

Chaos unfolding, Must fight though coldness spreading, All is not lost yet.

Flinging Force powers Rolling all over the place Regret and Anger

This is a haiku.

Scary Spooky Ghosts Run Everywhere Attacking Chaotic Madness

Jurdan looked to his left, and then he looked to his right. Everywhere he looked there were Sadowans and Tarenti bodies on the ground. Not only was the smell of blaster fire in the air but the smell of death was there too. He looked towards the temple entrance as he saw friendly forces being attacked by other friendly forces. No. Were they friendly? The spectres were possessing the forces of Naga Sadow and Tarentum. The men who were possessed moved a bit slower and it seemed like their bodies were not controlled very well. Arms were flailing in the air and they walked with limps.

Jurdan held his ignited lightsaber at the ready and directed a push towards the entrance of the temple. There was one man standing in the doorway wearing a horned helmet. He seemed to be directing the horde in the battle. He was not a normal man. His skin was a sickly gray as if he had not seen the sun in hundreds of years. He had a very ill look and he was missing an eye. Jurdan knew that he would have to get to this man and try to destroy him and this helmet. He could sense an aura about the helmet. This had to be the answer.

The new Shar Dakhan Aedile leapt into battle like a razor cat attacking its prey. The lightsaber was his teeth and claws and he knew how to use them. Several friendlies were engaged in hand to hand combat. He ran through them slicing and stabbing the ones who had become the undead. Their lifeless husks fell to the ground and the spirits that had inhabited them rose up and tried to possess more of the non force users in the immediate area. It was easier for them to take over an untrained and distracted mind over that of a Sith or Gray Jedi.

The corpse leader of the dead towered over the rest of the walking dead. He pointed towards Jurdan as he approached. The Battlemaster deflected a couple of possessed beings to the side with a couple swift kicks. He lunged directed at the leader of this army of the possessed and swiped at him with his lightsaber. The man quickly turned into a spirit and then back into a solid again. Jurdan didn’t know how to handle this. While in the ghost form he realized that the helmet was still solid and real. He attacked the spectre again and again. The being kept phasing into a ghostly form as if leaving their plane of existence. He stretched out his hand towards the being and shot lighning from his fingertips. He watched as the lightning forked and weaved and hit the helmet off of the spectre’s head. He watched as it faded but he could still sense him near. Jurdan ran up to the helmet and quickly ran his lightsaber blade through it cutting it in half and melting the metal. The possessed beings started to win control of their bodies back and soon there were no spectres left.

Possessed they move quick Who fights for who in this mess Friends and not will die

Quickly they fly, From one to another, No one knows why, Their sister and brother.

The fighting went on, People were being possessed, They were losing the light of the son, Who was who needed to be assessed.

TAPHOS

Breaths of fire, as if my last, For I am almost gone Naught but death still lingers here, Moments ago - the stone

Old souls watch, helpless Will anybody recall Where I am buried?

We fight and die, Together with another. The ghosts of the past, Defending? Repelling? Saving? Why? Will we triumph? Will we? perish Only time will tell.

Creeping to the base of one of the Geonosian tunnels, Malice gestured for her group to follow her. Ora had been left at home with a majority of the droids. Only Aiya, Mortem, Edward, Imp, and the spiders had joined her. Receiving the call to go investigate had been a mission she'd been hoping to get. Geonosians were a species she'd thought dead. Now they were here and she couldn't help being a little curious.

"Get in, get information, get out," she reminded herself, Aiya huffing in agreement. Malice turned to the group, looking around to make sure they were alone before speaking.

"Mortem and Imp, you'll both be staying out here to stand watch, understood? If any of the Geonosians show up, signal us through the comlink, don't just start fighting. Amelie, Aran, you'll be coming with Aiya and Edward and I. You're two of the fastest, so if something happens to us, you take the information straight back to Selika."

A chorus of acknowledging beeps and whistles followed, mixing with the few affirmatives of those who could speak. Giving the groups a nod, they split, and Malice took her team into the catacombs beneath.

Once inside, Malice found an empty room to dish out more instructions.

"Spiders, you stick together. Aran, you can mimic the sound of their battle droids?"

"Roger Roger."

"Excellent. You protect each other, ok? Don't get caught, and if you run into trouble, buzz them and get out to the others, ok?"

"Roger Roger."

The two of them scurried off, their task to gather information about the source of the droids themselves one they were clearly excited for. Malice and Aiya would be investigating the species, sending her information back home to Alexa, who would compile it and send it to Selika, as well.

She'd expected the caves to be dark, so it was no surprise when they entered areas that were pitch black. Keeping close to Aiya, the two twisted through the cave system, searching for any signs of life. It was awhile before they found it, and the noise was unlike any language that Malice had ever heard. A melody of chirps and clicks made her tilt her head, and a quick look at the Nexu nearby confirmed that neither of them recognized the language. Malice made a mental note to look into the language further. If it was only these silly noises, surely it wouldn't hurt to learn it herself?

Peering through a window-like hole in the side of the wall, she was finally able to see what the species looked like. Somewhat tall, bipedal creatures with insect wings and faces that looked almost like someone had come along and smashed them. They weren't especially appealing, but she could see how they could be a problem. With the amount of droids they had and their mastery of flight, or at least what one could assume was mastery, based on their use of wings, could prove a deadly combination. Nothing that the clan couldn't take care of, though.

Malice began to notice a few behaviors that she recognized from other, smaller insects that she'd encountered. While some were clearly guards and warriors, holding weapons of some sort and making their rounds below, many others were joined together on different tasks., most notably digging deeper into the ground, perhaps to create more housing rooms. Their behavior mirrored that of bees or ants, which meant they likely had a queen somewhere at the heart of their colony.

"Time to go, Aiya, that's a key piece of information that master will need to continue her plan progression," she whispered, quietly calling to the spiders to return. When they came scuttling from the shadows, they both appeared fine and whirred excitedly with their own information. Seems they had also found what they were looking for.

"Let's go. Good job, team."

Hand in hand, cavorting. Spooks and spectors howl loudly Soiled shorts, we flee.

We should not have come The terror within is out In darkness we are

Incorporeal Shadows assault the living To absorb their life

Shades of old now full posess'd From both Clans, our fighting best Only together will we survive To overcome our foes and thrive.