Kelviin

Equite 2, Rogues, Mercenary
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Competition
Character Limericks
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THERE ONCE WAS A DISAPPOINT WOOKIEE
HE STOP AT A SHOP FOR A LOOKY
THE CREATURES SO CUTE
HE PAY TO PET SNOOT
BUT THE SELLER WAS ACTUALLY BOOKIE

Competition
Oh Cabin, My Cabin
File submission
Oh_Kelviin__My_Kelviin.pdf
Competition
[GJW XII Event Long] Run On - The Lost Artifacts of Darth Plagueis the Wise
Textual submission

Manually added by Prophet James Lucius Entar

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[GJW XII Phase II] Fiction - Survival
Textual submission

Something seemed different to Kelviin about his surroundings. He was no longer surrounded by metal, or people, or anything besides sand, really. And the horrifying wreckage of what used to be a perfectly delightful ship. He couldn’t resist the urge to try and fix it, but his efforts might be better spent trying to find a new one.
[LOOKIT], he called out via his datapad, and his anxious courier droid flitted out from the wreckage.
“D-d-d-did you need any assistance, master?” asked the droid, before it glanced around and realized their predicament.
“MAKER HELP US, what happened?! Did we die? Is this death? Can droids die?!”
The droid began physically shaking and flitting about. After a few attempts, Kelviin was able to catch it and make some internal adjustments to the droid.
“Ah yes, we’ll be fine, no sense in panicking. What do we do first?”
[WE MAYBE NEEDS FIND SHIP. ARE YOU SEE SHIP PLS?]
“Of course!” replied the droid “Brilliant deduction, sir, I will return immediately!”
[NO IMMEDIATE, ARE FIND SHIP FIRST HOPEFULY]
“Right, immediately after- never mind!”

The ramshackle courier droid jetted off into the distance and disappeared. Then reappeared, and disappeared in the opposite direction.
Kelviin returned to the ship and began piecing scrap together. All the major components seemed intact or quickly recoverable, but the hull itself wasn’t going to hold together in outer space. This would have been so much easier if all he had to do was cross an ocean or something. He sat dejectedly on the scraps of metal and contemplated, when his droid returned, visibly panicked, and perforated with approximately as many blaster holes as possible without completely losing function.
“Sir! I have good news and bad news!”
But before the droid could continue, a chunk of ship debris landed on Kelviin’s head and he lost consciousness.

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Something seemed familiar to Kelviin about his surroundings. He was no longer surrounded by metal, or people, or anything besides sand, really. And the horrifying wreckage of what used to be a perfectly delightful ship. He couldn’t resist the urge to try and fix it, but his efforts might be better spent trying to find a new one.
[LOOKIT], he called out via his datapad, and the mostly perforated courier droid in front of him sprang to life.
“D-d-d-did you need any assistance, master?” asked the droid, before it glanced around and realized their predicament.
“MAKER HELP US, what happened?! Did we die? Is this death? Can droids die?!”
The droid began physically shaking and flitting about. After a few attempts, Kelviin was able to catch it and make some internal adjustments to the droid.
“Ah yes, we’ll be fine, no sense in panicking. What do we do first?”
[WE MAYBE NEEDS FIND SHIP. ARE YOU SEE SHIP PLS?]
“Of course!” replied the droid “Brilliant deduction, sir, I will return immediately!”
[NO IMMEDIATE, ARE FIND SHIP FIRST HOPEFULY]
“Right, immediately after- never mind!”

The ramshackle courier droid jetted off into the distance and disappeared. Then reappeared, and disappeared in the opposite direction.
Kelviin returned to the ship and began piecing scrap together. All the major components seemed intact or quickly recoverable, but the hull itself wasn’t going to hold together in outer space. This would have been so much easier if all he had to do was cross an ocean or something. He sat dejectedly on the scraps of metal and contemplated, when his droid returned, visibly panicked, and perforated with slightly more blaster holes than before.
“Sir! I have good news and bad news!”
But before the droid could continue, a chunk of ship debris landed on Kelviin’s head and he lost consciousness.

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Something about Kelviin's surroundings seemed to meet the word count minimum.

Competition
Friendly Competition
Textual submission

The plan was all coming together. But Jedi Adem Bol'era was never quite content, as he surveyed his surroundings to discover any missed holes. He was on a high-speed train, blasting through dense jungle. Outside he would hear continuous supersonic blasts, but inside was an almost deafening silence, ameliorated by a light jizz soundtrack, performed by a live band at the front of the train. His cargo, a defecting Inquisitor named Harlon Gantz, had already been acquired, and Adem was charged with his safe passage to Arcona. Gantz was hidden in plain sight, as a typical passenger on the train, albeit with a higher heart rate than those around him. And scattered throughout the train, Adem had planted a small army mercenaries, all who happened to resemble Gantz and dressed similarly, but secretly armed to the teeth.

There was no doubt in the dark Jedi’s mind that the Inquisition had sent an agent to either retrieve or execute Gantz. But at the speed they were traveling, the Inquisitor had mere minutes before they found themselves in the belly of the beast, deep in Arcona-controlled territory, surrounded by every manner of space-wizards and defenses. All Adem had to do was stay focused.

His focus was interrupted by a young, gray Wookiee crashing through the door. He emitted an apologetic growl, and his datapad translated:
[HELLO HUMAN, SORRY FOR SCARE, AM HERE FOR SEROUS MISSION]
“Well you certainly know how to make an entrance,” remarked Adem. “Wait, haven’t I seen you around before?”
Adem leaned in/up close and whispered “you’re an Arconan, aren’t you! What are you doing here?!”
While Kelviin the Wookiee caught his breath, he typed on the text-to-speech program on his datapad:
[HELLO YES, AM ARCONA! BE NO WORRY TINY HUMAN, BUT AM THINK IMPORTANT HUMAN IS HERE ON TRAIN, IN MAYBE DANGER. KELVIIN HERE TO RESCUE!]
The datapad’s voice resonated throughout the quiet train car, as every non-Gantz passenger swiveled their head in alarm.

Adem panicked, but realized he could use the passengers’ reactions to gauge which might be a potential Inquisitor.
Nobody. Every single person in this train is legitimately surprised by this revelation. Perhaps the Inquisition didn’t send anyone, after all.
Adem muttered “solve one problem, create another.”
“Don’t you have a volume control on this thing?! What tactical genius sent you on a stealth mission?”
Kelviin looked confused at his datapad and gargled in reply [HOW CONTROL VOLUME WITHOUT CONTROL SURFACE AREA? SO MANY HUMAN ASK THIS]

Adem began to explain, but decided instead to address the passengers. “And with that, I would like to welcome you all to the murder mystery theater car! Thank you all for choosing a bit of dinner theater with your travels. The show will continue momentarily, we hope you enjoy!”
The passengers all sighed in relief, some laughing, others discussing their pleasant surprise.

A young Twi’lek stood up and strode over to the Wookiee and Jedi.
[IS THE TALI, HELLO!] exclaimed Kelviin when he recognized his friend and teammate.
[ARE ALL SEND ON STEALTH MISSION TOGETHER?? IS MISSION PARTY!]
Adem glanced anxiously at Tali- none of this was part of the plan. “Excuse me miss, if you’ll just take your seat-”
“No vorries, I am here vith my friendt Kelviin! Ve’re all on the same team!” explained Tali.
Did Lucine not trust Adem, and sent reinforcements? Both their minds were an open book, and Adem could sense that both intruders were sincere. But this was a sensitive operation, at least Tali seemed to have some sense of discretion.
“I trust you were briefed on the mission parameters already?” asked Adem.
“Er… not quite. I lost my transport andt neededt the fastest ride back to Arconan territory. Andt vhile I’m here, I may as vell help you two!”
Adem took a deep breath. “Alright, I have a lot to explain, but we’ll need to find a secluded area.

The group walked down the aisle, toward the private sleeper car. Adem put on his entertainer face as they walked, engaging the passengers as they walked by. As they passed one of the Gantzes, Adem merely gave him a subtle, wordless nod. Suddenly, Tali’s lekku lept into action- one lekku pulling Gantz up by the throat, the other removing his blaster and pressing it against Tali’s head. Every other Gantz sprang up, drawing their weapons.
[BE CAUTION HUMAN, AM SEE THIS BEFORE! THE LEKKU ARE IRON THRONE TEAM!]
“I APPRECIATE THE WARNING, WOOKIEE! I’LL BE SURE TO LOOK OUT FOR THAT.”
[WHY YOU YELL]
Adem locked eyes with Tali, trying to judge her next move, only to see tears welling up in her eyes. So, the lekku are loyal to the Iron Throne, but the Twi’lek attached to them are loyal to Arcona?

Hostage-Tali and hostage-Gantz edged toward the door, where a jumpspeeder was hovering alongside the train. As the lekku prodded them along, some members of the audience gasped, others laughed, and a few grumbled about the questionable quality of this premise, returning to their snacks.
Kelviin wailed to Adem,
[AM TRYING STOP THIS BEFORE, BUT NOT DRESS PROPER HUMAN]
Adem glanced back in profound confusion, but returned his gaze to the schizophrenic Twi’lek. He had to make this look good.
Lighting began to crackle around his fists and created the illusion of ominous smoke filling the train car. He amplified his voice to sound as sinister and powerful as possible, booming:
“You pathetic fool. You think you’ve stopped me, but you’ve given me all I need to destroy everything you’ve ever sought to protect. Your short-sighted, clumsy victory will be the downfall of everything you’ve ever valued.”
Kelviin unleashed a tear-broken roar, which was translated:
[NO! IS NO MORE VICTORY, AM FIX THIS NOW!]
Activating his personal shield, the Wookiee stampeded toward the front of the train. Tali’s lekku unleashed a hail of blaster fire at Kelviin, which deflected chaotically around the cabin. Adem directed it away from the bystanders, as they ooh’d and aah’d. As Kelviin rumbled closer, the lekku dropped Gantz so they could raise another blaster and wear down the Wookiee’s shields faster.
“NOW!” shouted Adem, as he force pushed Tali against the wall. The false hostage sprang up and ensnared Tali with electro-cuffs and drew his weapon.
Kelviin dove in to hold down and disarm the lekku, roaring,
[NOT THE TALI, IS ONLY LEKKU!]
“Are you joking, sir?” asked the mercenary.

The other Gantz-mercenaries sprang forward to properly restrain Tali’s lekku and hold them still, just in case.
The train gently slid to a halt, as the PA system announced
The doors opened and a squad of Arconan dark Jedi rushed in, met with wild applause from the train passengers.

[LITTLE HUMAN, AM SO CONFUSE.]
“Don’t worry about it, Wookiee buddy. You were very convincing, and somehow managed to not screw up this operation.”
[OH, YES SO CONFUSE ABOUT MISSION TOO. BUT ARE FRIENDS NOW?]
Adem took a moment to express surprise, then another moment to consider.
“We’ll have to see, I suppose.”
[YUSS AM EXCITE TO SEE YOU TOO] exclaimed the Wookiee as he scooped up Adem in a hug.

Competition
Once Upon A Star
File submission
WookieeandtheBeast.pdf
Textual submission

The inspiration is "Beauty and the Beast"

This was a lot of fun, thank you for the awesome prompt!

Competition
Part III: Three's Company
Textual submission

Characters:

Lucine Vasano
Kelviin the Wookiee
[spoiler]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g0uJ5LpzHXxOoo0fN9zPTsjg-w5FyDFaxDUN7dfRj_w/edit?usp=sharing

Competition
Part II: Funny How?
Textual submission

---Finding Humor in the Right Place---

[WHY POKING THE ARM] intoned the text-to-speech program on the Wookiee’s datapad.

“You flew pretty far, Kelviin!” chuckled Koliss nervously.
“You certainly fared better than that other poor bastard… ” the medic winced at the fresh mental image, combined with his own traumatic Wookiee experiences, “but we just need to make sure everything is in its right place!”

[BUT ARE POKING LEFT PLACE]

Koliss chuckled. “Yes, left would be the right place for the left arm.”

“AAAAAAAHEWHREHRGH!”
Kelviin recoiled while his datapad translated:
[AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]

“Thank goodness for that translation, eh…” muttered Koliss, as he caught his breath.

[ARE FIND TICKLISH PLACE]

“Fantastic! I never heard of a ticklish Wookiee before; I'm sure the clinic staff will have a fit about it.” Koliss dabbed a bead of stress-induced sweat from his brow,
“Though I do wish that was something I knew going into this examination.”

[AM SORRY, NOT KNOW AM TICKLISH TOO]

“Well then! Discoveries being made all around!”

Koliss continued the examination. Where had he left off? Ah. He moved on to Kelviin’s right arm.

[THERE, ARE FIND RIGHT PLACE]
[IS EVERYTHING IN RIGHT PLACE?]

“I do believe so, as far as I’ve seen! This should be your radius, firmly intact… This would be your ulna… Ah! And I found your humerus.”

[AW, AM FIND YOU HUMOROUS TOO]

Koliss and Kelviin stared at each other blankly for a moment. Kelviin suddenly went in for a hug, only to see Koliss flee the room with a yelp.

[HAHAHA BEST SILLY MEDIC]

Competition
[Sins of the Past] [Episode III] Fiction
Textual submission

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.

Competition
AVD: Love Poem
Textual submission

YOUR FUR IS SO SMOOTH
YOUR BODY SO THIN
WE BOTH FELL IN LOVE
WHEN YOU FIRST SEE KELVIIN

ME SEE YOU AT WORK
BUT ME ALWAYS FEEL SHY
DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
WHEN YOU HELD BY THAT GUY

BUT I NEED SAY SOMETHING
NOW WE IN A SAME ROOM
ARE YOU LOVE OF MY LIFE
OR ARE YOU JUST A BROOM