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... )

Well, this story managed to get R2 nominated as a best non-human character in the 2007 TF.N FanFic Awards... enjoy!

The Droid and the Little Tusken Raider

Tahiri stuck her head out of her quarters - the quiet of the Yavin night hanging heavily around her. She smiled mischievously as she heard the slight rolling noise. The sound of ( Read more... )

In honor of International Pixel-Stained Technopeasants day, I offer this, the first 10,000 words or so of an original fiction piece. I hope that one day I'll get motivated enough to actually finish it. Plus do the re-write to get it out of the present tense and into the past tense, as I prefer that in my writing these days.

The Rose Crown

Prologue
Ill ( Read more... )

Tahiri and Noelani step off the transport, the light breeze ruffling their hair, as they both gaze around the spaceport. A man in a security uniform is briskly walking towards them. He stops a few paces away, and gives a half-bow.

He is a heavyset human, with brown hair, and a long mustache drooping on either side of his mouth. Attached to his ( Read more... )

Chapter Six

Luke stands at the front of the room, leaning against the large desk set off to the side of the stage. He watches as the three pairs of people enter the room: Han and Leia; Tahiri and Noelani; and finally Zekk and Jaina.

As they settle into seats on the front row, he gives them a small smile. “I have some missions for you.”

Han speaks up ( Read more... )

Leia Organa-Solo stands off to the side, dressed in her usual flowing white robes, watching calmly as her husband works off his frustration. Han Solo is pacing in front of Luke’s desk, an angry scowl clouding his face, contorting his features subtly out of shape.

Of more interest to her is the stillness between Luke and Mara. A strained tension ( Read more... )

Noelani is sitting on a bench at the side of the sparring area, watching her Master and Jaina Solo duel. Their blades flicker in a speedy series of attacks and parries, never staying still for more than a moment at a time. The sounds of the sabers ring in the cavernous room, the ever-changing hum occasionally followed by the crashing sound of the ( Read more... )

Tahiri looks at her apprentice; she hefts the box of the young girl’s possessions, shifting it on her hips as Noelani drops a final tunic into the box at her feet. Noelani turns towards Tahiri, a grin on her face, happy that she is moving from the barracks to their new shared quarters.

Tahiri returns the grin. “You sure this is the last of it?”
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Tahiri settles onto the couch in the Master’s outer office, the secretary having already announced her. The blonde Jedi takes a moment to watch the Bith as she softly whistles commands to her console. Her eyes brighten at the thought of a new way to interface with the ungainly machines.

She is just about to get up and ask the secretary if she ( 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... )