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Today's theme is female characters.
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People are always saying things. Sometimes, they mean more than they say.
"Uhura, now!" Noun, predicate! An imperative sentence, structure conveying command. Tone and pitch expressing a tightly-wound temper. Experience with this speaker (and the red alert clanging in her ears) suggests he is two phase cannon blasts away from tightly-wound panic.
Sometimes they say only what they mean. "Working on it!" Intransitive verb, preposition, object. A declarative sentence, expressing determination. Although she may have included "Don't ask me again, Captain" in the subtext. He may have picked up on her frustration visually, or he might have had a mental counter on her probability of striking him at any given moment; whatever the reason, he kept the bridge relatively quiet for the final few minutes she needed to translate the language from the subspace transmission sent received moments before their attackers had introduced themselves as such ( ... )
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Toph had never felt the Earth quake
Earth never bended (until today). She had been standing on the precipice, arms spread wide, it was one of the few times that she got to be by herself. She was pretending to be a bird, she hated flying but birds got to be free. They got to go where they wanted without anything holding them still; she wish she had that.
And then she felt it. She felt the Earth bend and quake beneath her feet and she felt him.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
She was afraid to turn but she did anyway and when she looked into his eyes everything just stopped. Her breath stopped, her heart stopped, and she felt (more like saw) this red fissure crackle from her feet to his and then straighten and solidify. This boy and her were connected, she knew that, she could feel that. She, the overprotected blind girl, and he, the scrawny boy with the weird blue arrow down his head, were connected ( ... )
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