The Savior of Roche by TheRealShockWave, literature
Literature
The Savior of Roche
Do you recognize any of this? the Twilek coroner asked, waving a pale yellow hand over the examining table on which the remains lay. They were nothing more than a few scraps of burnt cloth, some sand-scoured bones, and a heavily abraded lightsaber hilt.
The morgue and its three occupants were mostly cast in shadow at the tables edge. Kit-Sun Wolfgana reached out a hand into the glaring bright light cast by the overhead glowlamp, picked up the damaged weapon, and immediately shuddered. He could sense the echoes of fear and anguish its former owner left behind and, thanks to the psychometric abilities inherent t
BoogieWoogieBrightLandShowdown by TheRealShockWave, literature
Literature
BoogieWoogieBrightLandShowdown
Lynli stared pensively through the forward viewport at the rocky brown Outer Rim world standing out against the star-speckled backdrop of space. As it slowly grew from a disk the size of her fingernail to a massive sphere looming over her, her lekku twitched anxiously in time with her racing heart. Beside her, Buruks hands danced across the controls, seemingly oblivious to his partner, flicking a switch on the comm to mute the standard prerecorded Message to Spacers welcoming them.
Hey. She jumped, tore her attention away from the viewport, snapped her head around to face him. Everything okay? he asked,
Buruk stood silently in the corner of the Cuunyaims cargo hold, arms crossed over his armored chest, as he watched over his charges physical training. The boy, Aerek Orlan, had been an orphan living in the treacherous undercity of Coruscant when Buruk had found him. He was only eleven years old. He had no parents, no family, and no friends. He was completely alone in the galaxy; it would have been easy for anyone to give in to despair under those circumstances, but Aereks spirit and will to survive were stronger than that, and theyd driven him to eke out an existence in that duracrete tomb of a world.
The Cuunyaim swooped down below the layers of thick, grey clouds, banking lazily southward over the snow-covered city of Doaba Guerfel as it approached the Nomad Mountains of Corellia. The amber glow of the Firefly-class mid-bulk transports main drive shone eerily through the early morning haze permeating the sky, painting the sleek skyscrapers at the citys edge a garish orange. The towering edifices stood in stark contrast to the more modest-sized buildings at the citys center, whichcomprised of classical columns, arches, and domesremained untouched by the light.
Coniferous trees covered the jagge
Wilric Tavdine hated his job; flat out despised it. An aptitude for calculation in his youth had encouraged him into further study of advanced mathematics in his later years. Hed dreamt of applying his knowledge as a pilot or navigator on a starship, flitting about the galaxy without a care in the world, and leading a romanticized life of swashbuckling adventure.
Unfortunately, pragmatism had forced him to reluctantly set that dream aside, and replace it with the somewhat more realistic hope of one day becoming a leader in his chosen field, expanding into the realm of theoretical physics
The Girl From Iridonia by TheRealShockWave, literature
Literature
The Girl From Iridonia
Kit-Sun Wolfgana regarded the floor outside the High Council chamber, tracing his blue eyes across the smooth polished tiles. The craftsman had been something of a genius, fitting so many intricate shapes together to form the beautifully designed mosaic. Not a single piece strayed more than a millimeter from its setting, all arranged according to the grand scheme of their creator. In a way, that seemed a more appropriate metaphor for the Jedi Order than most wanted to admit. For better or for ill, everyone went along with the pattern, and if anyone stepped out of line, they were either hammered back into their proper alignment or simply remov
W4-L3 peered skittishly around a corner, rotating his disk-shaped head from side to side, looking for any sign of danger. Assessing none, the little utility droid settled back on his supports and zipped off down the corridor, his wheels whirring over the polished marble. He warbled mournfully, inspecting each face he passed, trying to identify his missing shipmates, but to no avail. Theyd disappeared shortly after the Twilek with the lightsaber began chasing them through the halls of the Jedi Temple and now Wally calculated an 87.223% chance they were completely lost.
Trundling through the ziggurats vast halls, he f