Ghost Rulvak Qurroc

Elder 1, Clan Vizsla, Sith
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Total Fiction Activities
45
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16228 words in 37 activities
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Competition
Aftermath: Week 2 Poetry 2
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Behold, I, Shadesworn.
Senses forced to betray you.
As your death is born.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 2
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That dark side writhes within him,
This is no comic strip.
His tactics not on a whim,
Clans will lose leadership.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
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Oh the poor, poor alliance,
How did you not know?
That the Grand Master Pravus,
Is really John Snow.
(You know nothing.)

Competition
[ARC-COU] Halloween Horror Nights: Spooky Story
Submission
Ghost Rulvak Qurroc opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
[Nighthawk] March Battleteam Fiction - Open Prompt
Textual submission

While Rulvak was studying up on his most recent encounter with Arcia, he realized that she had changed in her time away from the Nighthawk. He decided he would look deeper into her recent past, and focus on what he had missed while she was absent. He would not have someone this close, without knowing them entirely. To be continued (in length) next month!

Competition
[Nighthawk][February] Open Fiction
Textual submission

Rulvak sat in his quarters with a datapad in his hand, pondering if he had done the right thing. It was his first time having to punish anyone for anything. Insubordination is a serious offense aboard any vessel, as the crew has to have respect for the operation to work as a whole. Rulvak knew this in his mind, as he continued to dwell over what had happened.

**30 Minutes Prior**

“This is not a game Egregious. You do not get to just sit in your bunk all day. We still have a ship to take care of, and if I order you to do something, then it needs to get done!”

“Sir, I’m not sure this really pertains to the matter at hand,” the Falleen replied almost in a whisper.

“This definitely pertains to the situation. An order is an order. If you decide not to follow this one, how can I count on you to follow other ones? It doesn’t matter if I am asking you to go get me a snack, or if I am asking you to escort VIP’s. The overall concept is the same, follow the damn order. I shouldn’t have to repeat that again!” The Sephi was clearly upset.

“Captain Qurroc, Admiral Arcia on the long-range comms,” called out the nearest communications officer.

“Transfer it to my quarters,” the Captain replied quickly before turning back to Egregious. “As for you, the next week will be janitorial duties. I expect this ship to be spotless at the end of it. I hope you haven’t made any of the other crew members angry enough to make your job harder.” Rulvak then nodded to the Commander, who quickly called the bridge to attention at the sign of the Captain leaving.

“Carry on!” Rulvak shouted over his shoulder as if left the bridge.

Once he got back to his quarters, he thought he may have been a bit harsh. He did ask Egregious for a snack afterall. *No, the pinciple remains. He must follows orders just the same as everyone else.*

“Ah, Arcia, how are things?”

“Captain Qurroc, things are well. In fact, I will be coming to visit very soon…” Arcia started as their conversation transitioned to her new position aboard the Nighthawk.

Competition
[Nighthawk RO] A Hunting We Shall Go
Textual submission

Manually added by Savant Kordath Bleu d'Tana

Competition
[Fall of SCEPTER] Infiltration
Textual submission

Manually added by Savant Uji Tameike