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"He's back." Arbon Carrio looked up from the small S'fixstin clay statue he was sculpting. His Second Mate stood in the entrance way of his Contemplation Place. He felt his tail begin to vibrate in surprise and building anger before the full meaning of her words struck him. His tail went...

To those that maybe kinda-sorta remember me, hello. To those that don't... well, hello also.

"We broadcast live from just outside the Galactic City Xaneth Bank where it seems a group of armed and highly dangerous criminals have successfully entered the building and taken hostage all its occupants. Three police officers have already been killed and several more are wounded and being...

Downtown Coronet City was a bustle of activity. Maddeningly aggressive Corellian cabbies constantly honked their horns, weaving their speeders through traffic. Curses were shouted, obscene gestures overused nearly to the point of cliché. Citizens dashed to and fro; some frantic, caf in hand as...

This is an awareness that has been growing in me steadily for the last several weeks, but I've only just come to recognize it fully. It's brought me great pain, great suffering to accept. Actually, I still don't think I've accepted it. I just don't want to accept it. I no longer enjoy video...

Note: This is about as barebones as it gets, I know. I've plans for expansion, of course, but I've yet to flesh them out. The biography especially is for the moment simply something to keep my thoughts consistent as I work the rest out. It will be done, however. Name: Claude Moreau Olivier...

Saber. Blade, sword, weapon. Death. Weapons equal death. Death was bad. Death was corrupting. Death was something he'd tried so desperately to run from, to ignore and to forget. He'd seen too much death. Family, friends, clients. And he'd killed so many. A lawyer, a defense attorney...

So recently my Remington Portable 5 developed an incredibly annoying carriage slip. I believe one of the teeth on the escapement wheel may have broken off (actually, it's the only thing I can think of). This is, quite obviously, very bad, but it's not the first thing to have broken. Lacking the...

"You're all set?" Aelianus Atratinus, visitor and guest at the Tython Temple, slung his backpack over his shoulders and smiled at the stunning woman standing less than a meter away. Juno Armstrong, Jedi and the love of his life. Her young, beautiful face glowed as she smiled back at him--the...

The food had a certain dullness about it; just texture, no flavor, no color. Usually he would have sent it back, asked the chefs to add some spices to liven it a bit, but he didn't now. There wasn't any reason. All food was like this now, mush in his mouth. Dull mush, all of it. Ever since she'd...

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"So this is it," Aelianus mumbled, looking out the shuttle's viewport. And it was. The fabled Tython, home of the New Jedi Order. Hidden away in the labyrinth of stars and black holes near the galaxy's center, Aelianus had never counted on seeing the planet himself. Never, actually, had he even...

"Another, gentles?" "I'd bloody love another, hon. Been si'in 'ere all day I 'ave, waitin' for thish joker. I 'alf-thought 'e was a bloody tease, har!" "Not a tease, my friend, just late." Sergeant Aelianus Atratinus watched the Twi'lek waitress walk off, making her way between grimy...

It was quiet. A rather odd contrast with the norms of an Alliance barracks building. Boisterous young men were rarely quiet. But the Special Forces 5th Regiment barracks on Coruscant didn't house boisterous young men. In fact, if some of the NCOs had had their way, there would have been a...

Tap. Rattatapatap. Tap tap arattatap. Aelianus glared darkly at the Colonel sitting across from him, the man's infernally loud fingertapping reaching a remarkably irritating crescendo. Aelianus's hand brushed the length of cord in his jacket. Oh how simple it would be to slip across the hard...

Having written a few papers on chivalry and its effects and consequences, as well as done a significant amount of research into the matter, I'm hoping to learn SWRP's thoughts. I'm an adamant advocate of etiquette, so, naturally, chivalry is something that comes into play in my day-to-day...

"Imbecile." Crinlin Syphex wiped a grease smudge from his coat with great fervor, silently cursing himself. He should have known to remove the incredibly expensive garment before he started shifting crates with the rest of the soldiers. Unfortunately, though, he was an absolute imbecile...

So, who plays? And those that play, show off your babies! My old Galanti. I've two more guitars, a cello, and a keyboard, but I can't be arsed to find pics at the moment. Perhaps later.

Crinlin Syphex hummed softly to himself as he leaned up against a stack of heavy durasteel crates in the Temple's hangar bay, watching as one of the Order's sleek shuttles came to rest gently on its landing struts. There was a hiss as the craft dispelled various gasses the names of which Crinlin...

Aelianus Atratinus cursed. It was a pleasure he rarely allowed himself, but he needed the endorphin rush. He cursed again, violently this time. He continued down the corridor toward the briefing room, ignoring crew members' startled glances as he rattled off every swear word in his...