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The Pang of Fear - 'The End', Imperial Prison Sector at the end of Known Space.... Getting sent to ‘The End’ was exactly what it sounded like. Too high profile to simply eliminate. Too well placed with high level Sith Lords watching her, the assignment came with a promotion. But High Colonel Talia Rickter was a prisoner inside of the prison she was sent to oversee. War had come to the Sith Empire again. Not just with the Republic, this time a new faction decided to take on both the Republic and the Empire. Talia was born for war, bred and trained for it by the very finest the Sith Empire could provide. So it was with a bile tasting bitterness she watched the long distance transmissions each day after her workouts concerning the progress of the war and how close it was getting to the Empire. How long till they reached ‘The End’ if they even cared to? It was far away, out of the way and almost non-existent on the radar of the Sith Empire. What were the chances that this

Father Wants You - Zakuul, The Spire Containment Facility.... How could he? How could he love HER more than he loved his own sister?!?! Vaylin didn’t have an answer for that, all emotion, she didn’t seek answers, she gave them. Approaching, she saw Thexan standing on the terrace outside the containment facility. Same time, everyday, he came to visit. HER. Sometimes she would arrive early just to watch him, watching HER. He would stare for hours. Sometimes, she would even catch her brother talking to the woman encased in carbonite. “Thexan.” Vaylin stopped and put her hands behind her back as she said his name. The two brothers were the Crown Princes, the top tier, top of the food chain. Who was she but the High Justice. Not Crown Princess as she should be. That was deliberate. Father thought she was a fool. Not giving her a title. It was meant to provoke her. He would not get that satisfaction. Not from her. Slowly, Thexan turned his head. A sad, soft smile greeting her. That

Teacher of My Teacher It was not without great frustration and much disagreement that Jes finally relented. And so soon after making the rank of Jedi Knight. It was Karolin who told the Ilum Council that Jes didn’t not require the trials. Her actions during the war with the Eternal Empire and the recent strife on Mirial more than enough proof that Jes was ready. In a way, Jes thought that Karolin only promoted her to the Council to get herself off the hook. And Jes felt bad about thinking those kinds of thoughts about her Master. People had the entire wrong impression of Karolin. It was funny in a way, at least to Jes who had no sense of humor; always the serious one, that Karolin almost encouraged people to have the wrong impression of her. But Karolin was serious and as reluctant as she was to take Jes as a Padawan, Karolin proved to be a good Master, an excellent teacher and an even better role model. All the things said and thought of Karolin were illusions. As was much of

Rising Son When faced with the prospect of nothing, anything was better. That’s what they preyed on. Fresh dressed and pressed uniforms stuck out in the squalor. People lined up and volunteered. All but Thorn, who turned a nose up the moment he saw them. And that was what drew their attention. The one lone holdout among a thrall of volunteers. He knew the Officer was standing there. Hands folded behind his back, salesman’s smile. Thorn paid him no attention. Going about his work. Hot metal in the pincers, he flipped it on the plate and began hammering. Louder than before, on purpose. He didn’t care nor wanted to hear what any of them had to say. When it was clear that simply standing there in all their grandeur was not going to get his attention or make him stop, the Officer tried to speak over the hammering. “Excuse me…” Nothing. “EXCUSE ME…” The second time the Officer stepped in front and waved his hands slightly to get Thorn’s attention. No way he could ignore that. The

The Wrong Kind of Attention- - Dromand Kaas, Sith Citadel.... What did they think? That getting chosen to represent the Empire as a poster girl was going to change anything? To see yourself up in holo-lights, on billboards…all over the holo-net was somehow going to affect someone's fortunes? There was always a price to pay. Looking down at the armor, not hers, not even protective in anyway. Not that the standard issue trooper LT-8-11 set was all that secure, but it was better than plastic. “Excuse me. EXCUSE me.” Looking up to see the director, she gave an annoyed glance. “Yes. Thank you. Now if you will just fluff the hair AFTER you take it out of that tail.” “I was told to show up as if I was on a shift or going on dut–” The Director waved her off before she could finish. “That’s all well and good on a ship. But we are trying to win hearts and minds here. You think you were picked because you're a good Soldier?” The Director laughed as he got off the stool and