Well, this piece didn't seem to gather quite the number of responses that I had expected from it over at TFN's boards. Oh well, I like it.
The Last Weapon

Anakin stood on the edge of the massive, floating city. A strong breeze tugged at his hair and jacket, bringing the smell of the salt water to his nose. Lowering his head slightly, he gripped the ( Read more... )

Thracken Sal Solo steps off the Peace Brigade transport, walking the short distance towards the newest slave carrier to arrive. He looks up at the sun that beats down upon him, and snarls slightly as he curses Shimrra for demanding that he come here and assume this position. He steps forward as two warriors step off the transport, followed by  a ( Read more... )