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SWtCW: Unhappy Returns pt. 2Orbit of Coruscant, Republic star destroyer GuardianSWtCW: Unhappy Returns pt. 2 by SlingBlade87
“Excuse me, Commander?”
Niklos didn't turn to greet the voice from behind him, his eyes darting instead across the screen before him as he went over the 13th's various logistical and adminstrative needs.
“What is it Corporal?”
“The Commander wanted to speak with you sir.”
Niklos nodded. “Send her in Corporal, thank you.”
Behind him he heard Commander Iyoto murmuring to the Corporal.
“How did he know who you were?”
“No idea, he's always been able to do that.” the Corporal replied in a whisper.
“You wanted to speak with me ma'am?” Niklos prompted.
“Uh, y—yes!” Commander Iyoto said as she hurried forwards. “Thank you Sly.”
Niklos didn't glance over as she came to join him nervously.
“Yes ma'am?” he asked.
“Uh, well...Master Kahan left me in charge of everyone.” she said haltingly.
SWtCW: Unhappy Returns pt. 1A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away....SWtCW: Unhappy Returns pt. 1 by SlingBlade87
The Clone Wars: Unhappy Returns
Master Kahan has been recalled from the frontlines of the Clone Wars to answer to the Jedi Council for his defiance of orders. Accompanied by his longtime friend and fellow Jedi Master Guo-Jia and his second in command Commander Aira-ty Nokta, he returns to Coruscant to stand before the Council. However not all is well as Aira-ty grapples with her past once more as she is faced with returning to the place she once fled: the Jedi Order.
Faced with the unplesantness of her past but resolved to stand by General Kahan, Aira-ty returns to the Jedi Temple to face her past and whatever awaits her commanding officer. Meanwhile Guo-Jia, intending to defend her friend finds herself saddled all too soon with a new and unexpected apprentice as she is tasked with an important mission that will take her away from Kahan at a time she feels he may need her most....
Entering Coruscant space aboard the Republic star
DerelictThe ship drifted listlessly in the void of space, alone and untended, its running lights dark and its engines unlit. Against the inky blackness it was all but a phantasmal spectre drifting between the stars. It might have been drifting for decades without notice and could have continued for decades more had it not passed through the view of an interstellar telescope which had noted the shifting starlight patterns as the ship drifted across its area of observation. Now it was an item of interest and the race was on to be the first to claim the derelict.Derelict by SlingBlade87
Kallie checked the charge on her carbine as the rest of the salvage team did the same. She jumped suddenly as the team's cyberwolf stuck its massive mechanized head in her face.
“Tavis!” she snapped as she pushed the wolf away from her. “Get your walking trashcan away from me!”
Her fellow salvager came over with a chuckle, putting his hand on one of the cyberwolf's handholds and guiding the autonomous mechanoid.
Requiem for the DeadCarver could feel the gathering spirits around him though he could not yet see them. Once they fully materialized he'd have to contend with some of the more malevolent spirits that lurked in the Ghost Quarter. The once thriving district was now dead in more ways than one. Long abandoned, its streets and buildings rotting with decay, the last inhabitants still lingered here though not in any form that the living could tolerate. The ghosts of the deceased wandered aimlessly, their souls cursed to torturous captivity within the confines of the district. It was to the mysteries of the Ghost Quarter that Carver had dedicated his life. He was a necromancer, though he'd never tell anyone beyond his order that. They would blame him and his ilk for the calamity that had befallen this very district all those decades ago.Requiem for the Dead by SlingBlade87
What they would fail to understand however was that Carver and his fellows were not responsible for what happened here. This was not necromancy as they understood it. It was som
Ashes of the StarsAshes of the Stars by SlingBlade87
“Bold is getting hulled!”
“Majestic is breaking up!”
“Gallant has sustained heavy damage!”
“Avarice is reporting multiple hull breaches, they're losing power!”
The reports kept coming, one after the other, as more and more ships received damage and were knocked out of the battle.
“Don't let them through!” Commodore Andora Steele roared from her command chair. “If they get past us, we won't have a home to return to!”
She need not have reminded her crew of that, they all knew what was at stake here, all knew that a loss here meant the end of not just the war, but of their people. Even if it meant every ship and its crew went down, their homeworld would not fall while a single ship of the fleet remained in orbit.
Andora could not recall what event had led them to this point. Whether it was the Arbolis campaign or the Styraki disaster or any number of the other major battles that had been joined in the century long con
The Elf and the Dragon: Meddle NotHymeria finished tracing the runes in the sand and stood back to admire her handiwork, inspecting the lines of each rune carefully as she walked around the circle to assure that everything was as it was. She was taking an awful risk, she knew it. If any members of the Church of the Trinity or one of the guilds were in the area they'd detect what she was about to do and investigate. If they broke her ritual...she swallowed. No, she wouldn't think about that. This had to work.The Elf and the Dragon: Meddle Not by SlingBlade87
She planted her staff in the ground and raised her knife to her arm. The blade was cool as it sank into her flesh. She let out a hiss as she braced against the pain, clenching her eyes as warm elf blood bubbled up and slid down her hands and dripped onto the ground, splattering across the runic lines she had carved into the ground. As the blood touched the first line it lit up in a brilliant blaze of red light that swept throughout the runes and set the clearing ablaze with a a fiery glow.
Holding out her hand over
Star Wars: Chance EncounterBlaster fire rippled over the cover where Hanabi and her handful of clone troopers crouched around her. It was supposed to be just a simple outpost of Death Watch but it was a full blown fortress! She still wasn't sure of the enemy numbers but it was enough and it was taking a toll.Star Wars: Chance Encounter by SlingBlade87
“Master Kahan, Commander Nokta? We can't get any closer than this.”
“Don't get yourself killed Hanabi.” Commander Nokta called. “We'll have support soon.”
“My armored forces are nearly in position, once they are we'll make a full assault.”
Hanabi looked over her cover, ducking down as the repeater swept her way.
“Hurry Master, they're going to cut us to pieces here. If they bring up missiles or rockets we're toast.”
“Acknowledged.” Master Kahan replied stoically.
Hanabi began cycling through her com channels, trying to figure out where all her troops were. They'd been scattered all over the landing zone once the Mandalorians—no, D
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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