KOTOR II babble- No surrenderIn his waking hours, he tried to plan how to do it. In his dreams, he was caught in a cycle of failure, and the images and consequences accompanying it. If Kriea had not already been driving El Regan crazy, he likely would have gone insane."I surrender! Don't kill me, please??" he would beg, "Jedi don't kill their prisoners!"And their old, familiar faces would answer.In the halls that once belonged to Matale, now draped in regional banners of office and carcasses of the battle, old Vrook shook his head. "Jedi do not kill their prisoners, it is true, but I do not accept your surrender. Your machinations end here, at the unveiling of your evils, and appropriately, where they began with your path astray from the way of the Jedi.""You have to let me live!" El Regan begged, "I'm unarmed!""There are plenty of ways an unarmed man can kill, especially with the Force. You are still dangerous to others, and I have not accepted your surrender, nor am I compelled to. The Jedi code
Random excuse for- just randomWarning: This story is Crack and canon-wrecking deliberately. Like Prachett or Adams. It is also almost wholly for comedic purposes. You've been warned."Eccentrica Gallumbits," the little man insisted, "Some people say her erogenous zones start some four miles from her actual body. Ford Prefect disagrees, saying five."The other man shook his head violently. "You would go for the triple-breasted mutant type. But does she have to be giant as well, Mckinksy?""As if you and your were-folk are any better, Philia-Pharisee!" retorted his companion.Their beautiful and perfectly natural- insofar as one's perceptions go; in this case, perfectly natural for a human or humanoid without extra appendages- female companion promptly groaned and slammed her face into the table. "Of all the conversations in all the universes that ever existed or will, you two HAVE to go arguing bizarre fantasies. And you had to drag in ones from realities we don't belong to.""Oh, come off it, Gwynhyv
My Response- Crack"I sense a disturbance in the Force," Vengeance muttered, balling handless vacant gloves and voice lowering in fueling anger, "and it would appear that I have been deceived."The faceless wraith lifted the mouse once more with the ascribed mystical energy field to refresh the page and confirm the madness; the light hazel-yellow eyed human soldier beside him snatched it away, higher but still basso voice rumbling back. "I realize."The writer and the Sith stared, one with wide eyes, the other with none. "Well," Darth finally managed, "this changes a few things. For starters, that 'saving me from being abducted by aliens' joke is nowhere near as funny- 'she' becoming 'he' appears to have doubled the height and girth. Now it just makes sense."He twitched as he sucked at his sweet caffeine, face twisting anyway, and clenched his fist around the large purple mug. "I'm not fond of sensibility.""You wouldn't be," replied the Dark Lord, and slowly waved a hand.
Bad Poetry dayWelcome one and all to bad poetry dayIf you can't tell the difference in verseIt's best you wait here in some sorta hearseAnd spare our feelings while we play.Perhaps the flow is simply abhorrentPerhaps the meter too shortPerhaps it is the bit you ought to abortBut release and rehearse in a torrent.Perhaps the line is too long and it sears at your eyesOr haiku is syllables off;Perhaps your song can't be sung or you've lost ye a run-off,Or your subtext or accents cause cries.Whatever the reasonFor this insipid eventRemember, it's your job to laugh and make us lament!Welcome to the only Bad Poetry sanctioned day of the season.
Character identificationThe Rules of Engagement:The following is a test of how well I characterize, and to see if you can, in fact, differentiate characters of mine- without the use of more than rudimentary detail, and certainly with no names or titles mentioned.How well this works depends on both of us- if I'm a good enough writer, and if you know them well enough to tell them apart.This does, of course, therefore require response.There will be one, and only one, phrase or line from each individual.Each OC will appear solely once.This may, in many places, be unfair to Watchers who are new to the Gallery, to sleepy long time watchers, to those who have missed accounts or details, and/or those who require slight refreshers.This may be further compounded by my own lack of abilities.Now that all testimonials and admissions of why a mistrial may occur are out of the way, let us begin!///A) "Immortality is only the beginning, and just as there are no light or dark sides truly, th
Teachings of HeresyThe way of the Sith is based on strength, and strength, upon power. It is a long-held and oft-proved adage that knowledge is power, and thus whichever Lord retains the most knowledge in theory has the most power. Bane's Rule of Two sought to enhance this tradition by leaving one Master with all the knowledge of all the Masters since him, who would recruit apprentices of equal or greater strength in the Force who could better use the knowledge when it came their time to be the Master.This failed, because of a deep and tragic flaw in the Sith Order that went back many millenia... the Sith do not share knowledge, because the Sith do not share power.What they fail to grasp- what blinds them, and cripples future generations- is that knowledge that is not shared and known has no power. It is, in essence, the same as censoring it to horde it without propagation of its students. And when the one or two that hold it die, the teaching is forever lost, no matter their personal successes over th