Oh crud they are near,
The evil beasts are now here,
Run or you will die.
We did try to fight,
But many did lose their lives,
We cannot hold them.
Perhaps we could win,
But our chances are quite slim,
In truth we will lose
I am the last one,
I hope whoever reads this
Will stay away and run.
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Oh crud they are near,
The evil beasts are now here,
Run or you will die.
We did try to fight,
But many did lose their lives,
We cannot hold them.
Perhaps we could win,
But our chances are quite slim,
In truth we will lose
I am the last one,
I hope whoever reads this
Will stay away and run.
Creon woke from his blanket nest on the ground of his bedroom. He had no bed, having adapted to sleeping on the floor from his time spent in the field for the First Order.
“Dirk,” he called to his pet, “Food?” he asked with a positive tone in his voice. The canine understood a few keywords, espe...
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Creon woke from his blanket nest on the ground of his bedroom. He had no bed, having adapted to sleeping on the floor from his time spent in the field for the First Order.
“Dirk,” he called to his pet, “Food?” he asked with a positive tone in his voice. The canine understood a few keywords, especially the word “food” or “treat”, and would recognize the upward tone inflection in his voice as an offer.
Creon made a tsk sound, trying to get the young pup’s attention from the luls of a long sleep. He looked over to see the young Cythraul curled in a ball next to him. It’s stillness looked peaceful to Creon. It always rested next to him in contact, and during his sleep Creon could feel the warmth of the creature’s body heat. They connected in a sense, as body heat is the catalyst of one’s internal energy, and can transfer upon contact like two rivers joining into a lake.
Dirk’s body, however, felt cold and stiff against Creon’s abdomen. Instead of fixing breakfast, Creon’s morning would be spent digging a grave.
It was no funeral like the ones held for officers of high rank, or members of the aristocracy with large families. Creon was the only one who stood at the snow mound with a wooden symbol over the grave. After the depression of the existential doom that comes for all mortals, his mind flipped through the series of memories to see where he had gone wrong. It wasn’t the food, or lack of exercise. It wasn’t the conditions of the environment, or the creature’s emotions. Dirk’s life just ceased without warning.
“Class dismissed,” Gui Sol announced to the robed students in his lecture hall. A variety of young learners and old rose from their seats, collected their belongings and departed. Creon, however, approached the techweaver with a heavy heart.
“Master, may I ask you a question?”
“Certainly. Creon is it? The soldier. I sensed the weight on your shoulders when we first met. What is you question?”
“Why is there death?”
Gui Sol paused for a moment with a raised eyebrow, “You’re asking the wrong person. I’m afraid i’m no scholar in the areas of philosophy or nature, but of technology. Did something happen?”
“No,” Creon lied, “I was just asking to see what answers are there. If death is of nature, could technology defy it?”
Gui Sol leaned back in his chair in a disapproving posture and an expression of disappointment, “It’s best to accept mortality, Creon. Chasing to become immortal is folly, one that has caused the early deaths of those who tried in history.”
“Yes, master.” Creon bowed and turned to depart.
“Creon, wait,” Gui called out as the soldier was halfway out of the room.
“Yes sir?”
“Speak with Jedi Master A’lora, she’s well attuned to the spiritual nature of the Force and may be able to help your mind come to terms with your struggle.”
“Thank you master.”
“I am glad you came to me with this issue,” the Togruta said with a gentle voice raising herself from her lotus pose. “It is written that the Force carries our spirits into a realm that aligns with our connection to it. Death is not absolute, there is no eternal oblivion but rather a unity with the universe and all living things.”
Creon sighed at her answer, and A’lora looked at his sorrow with a tender gaze of sympathy. “You’ve lost something dear to you, haven’t you.”
“You say the Force carries our spirits, but this is only grounded in faith.”
“And science,” she added, “Our sensitivity comes from our midichlorian count.”
Creon shook his head in dismissal, “Only that they produce energy, which is hardly any different than the mitochondria. How are we suppose to know that organelles can prolonge a soul. If so, what’s the purpose for material life? What’s the point of living if in death you are still alive?”
“I would meditate on this, and trust in the Force. There is a way for one to preserve their sense of self as an apparition in the Force. A way to return to the nether.”
Creon respectfully nodded, but there was doubt in his eyes. There was no evidence, so certainty. Nature designed life to die, and there was no coming back. For those who never got a chance to experience the life they were blessed with, like Dirk, existence was but a blink of an eye. He was glad however, that even though the pup’s life was shortly lived, it was one filled with a unique love that only man’s best friend could fill.
“We are going to die, and we are fortunate for that,” A’liya said, breaking the silence. “Most lifeforms will never get the potential to be born. Think about it, the potential people who could have been in our place, but who will never in fact see the light of day vastly outnumber every living thing in the galaxy. Your father could have mated with a different mother, and you would not be here. It’s that simple. We are privileged for this, so do not wine on the inevitable return to the prior state we had before our birth. For the vast majority have never stirred from non-existent possibility.”
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I wrote this some time ago for some relationship development. Thought this comp would be a good one to submit it to :P
“It’s the simple things in life. A roof over our head with a warm bed, and a stocked refrigerator. Not everyone has that. Sure, we may live in a chaotic galaxy. It’s filled with selfishness, temptations, and suffering. Allowing yourself to be influenced by the negativity of others, or filling you...
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“It’s the simple things in life. A roof over our head with a warm bed, and a stocked refrigerator. Not everyone has that. Sure, we may live in a chaotic galaxy. It’s filled with selfishness, temptations, and suffering. Allowing yourself to be influenced by the negativity of others, or filling yourself with depression over existential evils is a self-affliction. But these are things outside of your control as an individual, and trying to claim the power to change it all is only going to corrupt you. Just look at the Empire or First Order for example. I don’t think “order” will fix the problems we face, rather love.”
“Heh, it seems a tad cliché when you put it that way.”
“I suppose it is. But you can’t root out the things that make people unhappy from the top down, it has to come from the bottom um. It begins with yourself by finding your own inner peace and happiness in moderation. Then it should be your desire to spread your happiness like a fire to those close to you, be it your family or community. This will in turn amplify your own joy, and the family or community you influenced will repeat the process with those around them.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Sure its ideal, but I don’t think it’s impossible. I envision a galaxy where people are polite and kind to one another.”
“There will always be those who only look out for themselves.”
“This is true, but if you think about enough, the person who only serves themselves will come to a bad ending. We all know this. Hell, the Jedi have been preaching it for centuries. A kind and caring society can easily recognize that manner of behavior. The selfish person is naturally shunned until they learn to turn themselves around. I honestly think selfishness isn’t a moral instinct, but rather a habit of immaturity. As we grow wiser, we realize that it doesn’t benefit us as much in the means of seeking happiness as altruism.”
“I don’t know… I’ve seen old men still stuck in their own ways, Creon.”
“Age and wisdom are not the same. It is only expected of our elders to be wise because they have had more time to learn. When I say maturity, I mean in a mental and emotional manner. It even effects our spirits. Those who dwell on the virtuous nature of the Force see a longer lifespan, a venerated presence, and powers to perform great miracles. Those who plunge themselves into darkness will only find just that, as well as hunger. They grow pale and sickly, with eyes that have no emotion inside.”
“So just so we are clear, it’s the small joys in life and the connections we make that are key to happiness?”
“That’s how I see it, yes. I’m sure every other person in this universe has their own subjective view on the things that make them happy. But I think what I describe goes beyond the typical “pleasure seeking” that our brains are hardwired to seek, and more of a philosophy that can lead to a wealth of true enlightened merriment, even in the face of adversity.
“Hmm… Well I can see your point, and I’ll take time to reflect on what you said. I appreciate your time in coming to talk with me Creon.”
“The pleasure is all mine Master Sol, I wish you a happy Life Day, and May the Force be with you.”
"Are you serious about this?" The quiver in the soldier's voice was absolutely unmistakable. It nearly brought a smile to the my face, but for all the wrong reasons. I though I nearly sensed revulsion in the man's features. That was one thing that I could not stand. I could put up with many thing...
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"Are you serious about this?" The quiver in the soldier's voice was absolutely unmistakable. It nearly brought a smile to the my face, but for all the wrong reasons. I though I nearly sensed revulsion in the man's features. That was one thing that I could not stand. I could put up with many things ranging from envy to disgust, but revulsion was a whole different matter.
"I think that you are forgetting yourself, Seargent." I stressed the last word especially hard. That kind of things always made the underlings squirm. Some of the Sadowans were a little more squirrely, but appealing to the general respect for authority seemed far more effective than anyting as paltry as a clear threat. "The operations of the Orian Empire are for the benefit of us all. I assure you, that I wouldn't ask if it was not vital." I paused for effect, before narrowing my eyes just enough to blend the line between feigned suspicion and feigned anger. "Or is there another reason that you are failing to comply with a lawful request?"
This seemed to do the trick. Confusion was replaced with resignation. I am not sure if I had appropriately appealed to some innate sense of duty or just reminded him that service and security went hand in hand, but it did the trick. "I just don't understand the good of patrolling an asteroid field, sir." He waved a hand in the air as though gesturing at something unseen. "We have enough to deal with given the encampments on Sepros proper. I am just genuinely puzzled on what you expect us to find.
"Ah." I uttered the single word, and let the silence hang for four heartbeats before I continued. "That is the beautiful thing! I have sensed a disturbance in the Force. Using our temples as a focal point has revealed something in our system that is creating a great eddy of energy. Given that such things tend to tie into troves of secrets, the connection cannot be denied. Look at Korriban, look at Yavin, look at Operation: Antiquity, Dentaavi or the site of any other number of Sadowan or Brotherhood campaigns and what do you find? You find secrets, you find artifacts, magics, rituals and antiques. You find sources of power, wells of might, and sometimes we find ancient weapons which we can use to save our homes or destroy our enemies. It is like I told young Kharno back during the Ziost campaign-"
"Sir," the word brought my words to a stop. I felt the anger well up in me, but I stifled a snarl of anger. "Forgive me, but when were you at Ziost? I am familiar with our most recent campaigns, but I have not seen on any action on any world called Ziost."
"It was a marvelous campaign. It was back during the height of the Sith Empire." I could hear my voice take on a proud tone. Then I saw the confusion etch itself more deeply on the man's face. I had been prepared to launch into a lecture on the time period. I had almost forgotten myself. I felt that tickle in the back of my skull, as a small part inside me struggled before I wrestled it back down. "It was during a different time in my life. It was from a point where I most enjoyed myself. The blood, the steel, and the power we wielded back then was an unbelievable high."
"I see, sir." Though the words were compliant, it did see the uncertainty.
"I will have to tell you more about it. The pursuit of secrets, of power, of pieces of history is unparalleled. There are few greater joys to be experienced."
Give my thanks to the Force is now my task,
why i am lighted by her i always ask,
the Force guide my path through the darkness,
thanks of her i am selfless.
Because her bond to me is all my life,
anger or hate is not my stuff,
I am here to help and heal,
thanks to the Force i feel real.
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Give my thanks to the Force is now my task,
why i am lighted by her i always ask,
the Force guide my path through the darkness,
thanks of her i am selfless.
Because her bond to me is all my life,
anger or hate is not my stuff,
I am here to help and heal,
thanks to the Force i feel real.
The Force is always around us,
I always have trust,
that she follows good on my path,
but is is only start.
Everything starts and ends,
but the Force alwas stands,
thank you the Force that i am with you,
may the Force be also with you.
Mactire sat on the edge of a destroyed bridge. The battle on Sepros was not going well, in his mind. Too many people were being killed, and not just on both sides of the conflit. The innocent civilians that he had been assigned to protect in this region, were slowly dwindling down. Both sides hav...
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Mactire sat on the edge of a destroyed bridge. The battle on Sepros was not going well, in his mind. Too many people were being killed, and not just on both sides of the conflit. The innocent civilians that he had been assigned to protect in this region, were slowly dwindling down. Both sides have done wrong but neither side thinks so.
Sighing heavily, the Grey Jedi slowly stood up and dusted off their cloak. He turned slowly and started walking through the wreckage of this once proud city. The buildings for what they were once seemed to now be those of twisted metal and broken glass no more than a few meters high. They seemed like perfect places for snipers to pick off the remaining population that was still loyal to Clan Naga Sadow.
As he stepped slowly into a building he felt as if the Force was guiding him, he slowly placed his hand out and reached out with it, trying to feel what was pulling him in this direction. An echo in his mind played slowly of him and Tasha, on the bridge of the ship before being sent on their separate ways.
‘’You’re going your own way this time Mactire. And this time that will be good for my ship, my speeder and my sanity.” The Twi'lek said, turning to him and smiling lightly.
“When are you ever going to live that down. So I broke your speeder. It wasn’t like I got you shot or anything” Mactire fired back through his helmet, lightly stepping off to the side towards his drop pod.
“DIDN’T GET ME SHOT?! You got us surrounded by the enemy and had them almost KILL US!” she hissed with a slight playful venom.
“Don’t forget Mactire, we are here to protect the people this time. Do your best and may the force be with you.” She said before running to her ship
As the area came back into focus Mactire regretted not replying back to Tasha, knowing that it would probably bring one of them bad luck. The building slowly started to become darker the further he went into it. Though he couldn’t tell for sure, he felt as if he was descending down towards the basement or the subbasement depending how the building was constructed.
He pulled out his commlink and tried radioing for anyone in the area, but all that hissed back at him was static.
“Sithsblood. Either no reception down here or the comms are jammed.” The Grey Jedi muttered lightly to himself.
As Mactire started to turn back a chill ran up his spine as the ground quickly gave way beneath him.
Relying on his skills he lept from side to side of the walls heading down towards the bottom.
Hitting the ground hard with a thud Mactire’s legs slightly felt sore from all the strain that he put on them coming down this hidden shaft.
“Great going Mactire, another fine situation you got yourself into. Either you go looking for trouble or trouble always finds you,” Sighing heavily shaking his head as he looked around.
Off to the left of the shaft there was a small red light off in the distance and what appeared to be flashes of bright light, almost in tune to a rhythmic beat.
Slowly making his way towards the room, he smoothly pulled out his lightsaber, to be on the ready in case anything were to happen.
Upon entering the room Mactire looked around and was shocked at what he had just come across. Sith artifacts of alchemy and Nightsister recipes just laying around. Surely these were treasures that even the rest of the Clan didn’t even know about.
Quietly behind the Grey Jedi, a small figure with a syringe slowly made its way over to him. The figure slowly hovered closer to the Grey Jedi. The syringe was filled with a strange liquid. As the figure got closer it injected the contents into the back of Mactire, through a small area of his armor.
“WHAT THE?!” Mactire shouted as he ignited his arctic blue saber and turned around quickly slashing the figure in half.
The figure started to hiss and smoke as his saber cut through it like butter. The droid's eyes flashed and slowly started to go dimm.
“Another test subject in…. In…….. injected.” where the cold metallic words of the droid as it faded into the beyond.
Mactire felt an itch in the back of his brain as he started to make his way around the room. He found a terminal and a busted holocam. Placing his datapad connection into the terminal he started to download all its contents, and picked up the holocam on his way out.
Something still didn’t add up in his mind though. Why was there a secret almost abandoned room in a building that had Sith alchemy and Nightsister notes in it, and what was it that had been injected into him.
The building started to rumble as the sound of bombs being dropped began hitting the ground. Mactire ran with all his speed through the twisting corridors until he came outside to a small wave of fire before him and a speeder to his left side. He quickly got on it and in the back of the speeder was a red furred Cythraul snapping at the cage.
“Hold on little wolf I’ll get you out of here I promise you.” the Grey said softly to ease the creature.
Turning on the speeder, Mactire hit the accelerator and headed off back to the area where the base for ground operations was supposed to be, all the while feeling his body slightly tingle.