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The Peak of Power It is cold. It is dark. Eternity is old. But he has ears to hear. In the dark… Those ears… They hear… She screams. He listens. Savors. Sweet screams. Sweet dreams. Screams. In his head. They’re there. All of them. All those screams. All those heads… The dying. And the...

...The following takes place in a dark dreary dirty place, Kayden may say.... ...On Planet Kookabangit, System X, Upside Down Rims and In Between Galaxies, is a factory.... Hey, yes, in my head... Who are you again, friend? Hm? Huh? What? Mmm? I am potato bread. Oh...okay...I guess? Moving...

The voice was lonely. It didn’t matter how loud it boomed, how high it soared, how much passion wrapped around it like a ribbon. It was a lonely voice. A lonely, lonely voice. “So very lonely.” There were two voices now, though only one of them was screaming. “I know it hurts,” said the quiet...

Coming in hot, captain in the cockpit scratching his crotch, Silence came in just as quiet as it breached the atmosphere of a drukhole named Deysum III. On its last legs. Good thing the galaxy has saviors like me willing to cut those legs off. After peeling the skin off first, of course. So it...

There they were, two and two hundred; the former on a high rise and the latter down below. The first, not to be denied, Sith by all rights, and two there were. The second, an outpost of pirates disguised as a hamlet, their hive buried within the mountainside. Kayden might have taken them out by...

Château de Miroirs The Château de Miroirs, newly opened, was claimed by the CEO of Hilliott Hotels to be a monument to the past. He gave two thumbs up to it in advertisements anyway, though he looked like an unwashed LARPer. In the mountains of Corellia, nestled atop a peak like a nest in...

The sky was as black as he could remember. When last I glimpsed it…when last I lay my naked eye upon it…when last my empty socket mirrored the welkin… He was dazed. He confirmed it as his thoughts turned into pandering verbosity. When last…I lived… The darkness of outer space was there in the...

The luxury liner was said to be one of a kind, drifting through space without fear of being preyed upon by pirates or the like. It was outfitted with its fair share of shields and armaments, enough to ward off buzzing insects, and just as much had express tickets to call in Republic, FWA, ISC...

Night gathers, and now my hunt begins… Of course, in space, it was always night. Take oneself to a planet, yawn toward the dawn and bask in the bright daylight, but when darkness falls there was...silence… There was a voice yet. A call. A word. A song? Perhaps, if one had the ears so inclined...

Red. Purple. Blue. Green. Yellow. Orange. All the colors one could expect from a lightsaber rainbow except, in this little black hole of a nightclub far removed from the boring druk of Jedi and Sith, those colors were the strobe lights that danced above an entire coliseum of dancers. The ravers...

Silence. For some, it was cause to contemplate, concentrate, refrain from saying or doing anything that would break the spell of meditating in all the confines of silence, silence, silence. Jedi or Sith, mind you not. Solace was achieved, spending moments thinking of this and that, that and...