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Kaira: LotR 9Guo-Jia stroked her mare's mane lovingly as she whispered sweet affections to the sleek steppe horse. She had been overjoyed when the man from Gondor had retrieved her horse and gear from the villagers. She prized her saber and recurved composite bow, but her dear Nidea was far more precious to her than any weapon could ever be. She turned to look at the Westerner and Elf as they watched her quietly, bowing her head slightly.Kaira: LotR 9 by SlingBlade87
“I thank you for Nidea's return. I had not expected such kindness from a Westerner and a man of Gondor...I hope you can forgive my rudeness, I was angry and hurt.”
The man of Gondor nodded.
“I know the bond between rider and horse, I would not see it broken.”
Guo-Jia looked to his mount, the black charger was bigger and heavier than her own slender Nidea but no less beautiful to her eyes.
“What was your name again man of Gondor?”
“Kahan, son of Gabril.”
Guo-Jia nodded slowly, looking to the Elf who raised an eyebrow
SW: Hades Wing Chp. 13Approximately five years earlier, aboard the cruiser Black Knight, Outer Rim TerritoriesSW: Hades Wing Chp. 13 by SlingBlade87
Garin looked over the latest reports and groaned at what he was reading, not only had Zaarin managed to hit the Empire’s forces hard, he’d hit them in the wake of another rogue Imperial flag officer. Some admiral named Harkov had apparently been keeping Lord Vader busy while he tried to defect to the Rebellion. From the reports Harkov hadn’t been doing it for any sort of morality issues, he’d been doing it for cold hard cash and that alone made Garin despise him. He had his doubts about the Empire’s methods at times and some of the things that his crew muttered, for he seemed to have acquired a crew of people willing to question everything, made him question the people he served further. The Death Star rumors were bad enough, but if even Admirals and Grand Admirals were revolting or defecting, what did that say about a newly promoted Lieutenant Commander?
Granted he ha
SWtCW: Battlefield Ryloth pt. 1A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....SWtCW: Battlefield Ryloth pt. 1 by SlingBlade87
The Clone Wars: Battlefield Ryloth
The planet Ryloth is embattled. Attacked by Separatist forces, the planet's defenses were quickly overwhelmed and the initial Grand Army force sent to defend it has been annihilated to a man, leaving the only remaining resistance that of the planet's inhabitants as they fight against the Separatist occupiers. Led by the noble turned guerrilla Cham Syndulla, these valiant freedom fighters have been engaged in what has until now been a losing battle as they attempted to throw off the vastly superior forces of the Confederacy and its droid army.
However hope arrived on the wings of hyperspace as the combined forces of the 7th Sky Corps and 91st Reconnaissance Corps have come to Ryloth's aid. After an intense space battle, the Republican forces are poised to land on the planetary surface however first they must wrestle with the tenacious will of Cham Syndulla who wants nothing to do with either Repub
SW: BelovedJaeriel looked up from her place lying on her bunk in the small cabin she had aboard the Axiom as her door chime sounded.SW: Beloved by SlingBlade87
“Come in,” she called.
The door hissed open to reveal a sheepish Orchid, the blue skinned chiss girl shifted nervously, diverting her red eyes from Jaeriel's own dark blue.
“Jae, sorry to bother you.” Orchid said shiftily. “But my refresher is busted...can I use yours?”
Jaeriel smiled and nodded as she sat up. “Go right ahead, you don't have to ask something like that Orchid.”
Orchid nodded, coming into the tiny cabin as the door closed behind her as she reached up and pulled her shirt off, blushing under Jaeriel's intent gaze. Jaeriel sensed the other girl's discomfort and quickly looked away from her disrobing.
“Yeah,” Jaeriel replied.
“Do...do you really want to do this?”
Jaeriel frowned, turning to look at Orchid's back as she stood in front of the refresher door.
Dangerous GamesRyan smiled at Terry as she pushed him back on the sheets and climbed atop him with a confident smirk on her face.Dangerous Games by SlingBlade87
"You cheated," he asserted.
She laughed softly, straddling him and leaning against him, tracing her hand across his bared chest.
"So what if I did? Are you saying this would have ended any differently?" leaning close she teased his ear playfully with her tongue. "Come on, you know nothing would have changed if you'd won."
"So," he inquired as his hand traced her thigh thoughtfully. "Are you admitting your guilt?"
Terry's smile broadened. "I'll admit to anything if it gets you in bed."
Ryan snorted; he put his hand against the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his. "Like you need to cheat to do that."
She bit his lip playfully, her nails tracing over the lines on his chest idly as she looked at him. "I don't leave anything to chance. Besides," she added with a forced pout. "If you'd won I'd have been on the bottom and I hate that."
"That might change." he chided
Missing File"Come on Scythe I can't keep them off forever!" Toxic shouted.Missing File by SlingBlade87
Scythe nodded frantically as he continued to reformat the code. "I know I know, I'm going as fast as I can, just a little more time."
From behind him he heard Toxic cry out, he looked over his shoulder and saw his brother staggering back from a viral.
"Toxic!" he cried, stopping the reformat.
"The code," Toxic shouted back at him as he got back to his feet and assaulted the viral that had struck him. "Fix the fucking code!"
Scythe was near tears as he returned to the interface and continued his work, transferring lines of code from place to place in his attempt to rebuild the network and eliminate the virus. It was the only way they were getting home. The screen was a mixture of blues, greens, oranges, and reds. It was the red parts he had to worry about the most and move. The other sections could be left alone. His hands flew over the code, moving it piece by piece into new positions. All the while he heard Toxic fighting
Last Stand ReWriteShiromy stood atop the Erebus' bow, watching the Mandalorian army approach. They were about thirty kilometers away, too far for normal eyes to make out but to her vision they were as clear as if they'd been standing before her. Tanks, troop carriers, armored speeders and jet troopers, around one thousand units total. They outnumbered the ESS ground forces roughly four-to-one. Of course, the two corvettes would give her forces a significant boost. Hopping off the bow, she landed amongst her troops.Last Stand ReWrite by SlingBlade87
"Your Highness!" Commander Trevar addressed her with a salute. "We'll do our best to protect you, but you should stay in cover."
Shiromy raised a brow. "Thank you for your concern, but I can protect myself Commander."
"Forgive me your Highness," he responded with incredulous deference. "But your garments won't offer much protection against their weapons. And even a lightsaber won't deflect a tank blast."
Shiromy frowned and looked down at her silken garment. The commander was right of course.
Pulse AscentThe Yggdrasil's bridge shook violently as another fusillade struck the warcruiser's hull. Commander Chapela stood up and planted her feet widely on the deck as she braced for another attack.Pulse Ascent by SlingBlade87
Though she was far from calm inside, her external composure came naturally, honed through thirty years of service in the Fleet. She'd be damned if she was going to buckle under pressure now when that calm service was needed more than ever.
"I don't know ma'am," responded the helmsman. "We should have made a clear jump, checking now."
Chapela's eyes narrowed as her gaze turned towards the next crew station. "Navigation?"
The ensign shook her head. "I don't know ma'am, all calculations were confirmed and triple checked."
Chapela sighed, feeling her age for a brief moment before resuming her duty. "Tactical I want defense screens up and all weapons online. Flight Control, launch strikecraft, if we're going to make a stand here then it had better be a good one."
"Ma'am," Sensors called
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Lessons in GenestealersCommissar Mauricius stared at the class of commissar cadets before him. So young, so fresh faced, so ignorant of the terrors they would face on the battle field and the darkness they would have to confront.
“Do you know anything about Genestealers?” asked Commissar Mauricius.
“They’re Tyrannid creatures, sir,” answered one of the bright-faced cadets.
“They are scouts for the hive fleet. A Genestealer infestation is normally followed by the arrival of the Tyrannid hive fleet in nearby space. But sometimes the hive fleet can take centuries to show up. Space is vast. The Imperium encountered Genestealers long before the Tyrannids first appeared.”
The Genestealers moved so quickly. Before the lieutenant could even raise a weapon, a Genestealer had sliced open his chest with its claw.
Commissar Mauricius looked with horror at the monstrous xenos. Blood poured down the carapace that covered its slender body. It’s pink head