Post by sithkitten2971 on Dec 16, 2017 22:57:31 GMT
Here's another part of the story!!! I know it's short, but the original chapters that I wrote are so long that I have to split them up to avoid spamming you readers with huge blocks of text (I know there isn't a character limit here like there was on the old MBs, but I generally want to avoid putting too much information in one post). Also this part is a bit introspective and sad, so maybe I'll start the next chapter too, since I don't have anything else to do right now...
Chapter Two part 3
8 ABY
For the fifth time, Lyria reviewed the security footage that she had been given access to. It was all very tedious, with nothing unusual. Everything was almost too normal. What a boring place, Lyria thought. I wonder if Jas is happy there. Lyria recognized Jas, of course. Jas was the girl who entered classes late, who paced around the halls like a prisoner, who shuffled along with the rest, head bowed. She didn’t talk much, except to her bunkmates, and even then Jas was quiet, speaking only when spoken to. Jas differed from the others not only in name and species, but in personality. Jas was just a solitary type, the girl who spent most of her time alone. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited, Lyria observed, watching Jas pounding on the walls to her windowless room and sobbing. She has a strong spirit, but also a hot temper. This is a flaw I’ve never had to deal with as a teacher. Lyria smiled sadly at the hologram-figure that was now laying face-down on one of the bunks, crying as if it was doomsday. Poor thing. May the Force be with you.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Post by sithkitten2971 on Dec 16, 2017 23:40:49 GMT
Here's another part--the beginning of chapter 3! I was actually hoping that this next part would be a bit happier than the last one I posted, but it's not. I've since resigned myself to the fact that this isn't a very happy story at all. Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Chapter Three part one
Mandalore, 8 ABY
Lyria Daiah grudgingly answered her comlink, which was beeping so loudly that several passersby had stopped what they were doing just to stare at her. It was Ian, and he wanted to ask her some questions about her mission. Lyria really wouldn't have minded in any other circumstance; she'd known Ian since they were Padawans together, and hearing a friend's familiar voice was a luxury she'd denied herself for too long. But Lyria knew she was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, training Jas Caranie. And she wasn’t. Lyria was still on Mandalore, trying not to attract too much attention. “I’m busy, Ian,” Lyria protested. “I really can’t talk.” “Lyria,” said Ian, “Where are you?” “Mandalore,” answered Lyria. “Where is Jas? Is she with you? Have you begun her training yet?” Ian sounded suspicious. There it was; Lyria knew she couldn’t dodge the question this time. She’d been evading Ian for a while now, hastily changing the subject whenever Ian brought up Jas. “She’s still at the Academy,” Lyria admitted. “So you haven’t begun training her?” Ian’s voice was sharp as broken glass. “She’s probably already formed attachments with that school and its inhabitants.” “I believe in her.” “You’ve always been much too faithful.” “May the Force be with you, Ian.” “May the Force be with you too, Lyria.” Lyria tossed the comlink to the ground and, with one stomp of her foot, reduced it to scrap. Leaving the broken communicator behind, Lyria walked away, grinding her teeth.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Here's another part--the beginning of chapter 3! I was actually hoping that this next part would be a bit happier than the last one I posted, but it's not. I've since resigned myself to the fact that this isn't a very happy story at all. Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Chapter Three part one
Mandalore, 8 ABY
Lyria Daiah grudgingly answered her comlink, which was beeping so loudly that several passersby had stopped what they were doing just to stare at her. It was Ian, and he wanted to ask her some questions about her mission. Lyria really wouldn't have minded in any other circumstance; she'd known Ian since they were Padawans together, and hearing a friend's familiar voice was a luxury she'd denied herself for too long. But Lyria knew she was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, training Jas Caranie. And she wasn’t. Lyria was still on Mandalore, trying not to attract too much attention. “I’m busy, Ian,” Lyria protested. “I really can’t talk.” “Lyria,” said Ian, “Where are you?” “Mandalore,” answered Lyria. “Where is Jas? Is she with you? Have you begun her training yet?” Ian sounded suspicious. There it was; Lyria knew she couldn’t dodge the question this time. She’d been evading Ian for a while now, hastily changing the subject whenever Ian brought up Jas. “She’s still at the Academy,” Lyria admitted. “So you haven’t begun training her?” Ian’s voice was sharp as broken glass. “She’s probably already formed attachments with that school and its inhabitants.” “I believe in her.” “You’ve always been much too faithful.” “May the Force be with you, Ian.” “May the Force be with you too, Lyria.” Lyria tossed the comlink to the ground and, with one stomp of her foot, reduced it to s. Leaving the broken communicator behind, Lyria walked away, grinding her teeth.
That was amazing,Kitty!!! you really have a talent in writing. I can't wait for MOAR!!!
Here's another part--the beginning of chapter 3! I was actually hoping that this next part would be a bit happier than the last one I posted, but it's not. I've since resigned myself to the fact that this isn't a very happy story at all. Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Chapter Three part one
Mandalore, 8 ABY
Lyria Daiah grudgingly answered her comlink, which was beeping so loudly that several passersby had stopped what they were doing just to stare at her. It was Ian, and he wanted to ask her some questions about her mission. Lyria really wouldn't have minded in any other circumstance; she'd known Ian since they were Padawans together, and hearing a friend's familiar voice was a luxury she'd denied herself for too long. But Lyria knew she was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, training Jas Caranie. And she wasn’t. Lyria was still on Mandalore, trying not to attract too much attention. “I’m busy, Ian,” Lyria protested. “I really can’t talk.” “Lyria,” said Ian, “Where are you?” “Mandalore,” answered Lyria. “Where is Jas? Is she with you? Have you begun her training yet?” Ian sounded suspicious. There it was; Lyria knew she couldn’t dodge the question this time. She’d been evading Ian for a while now, hastily changing the subject whenever Ian brought up Jas. “She’s still at the Academy,” Lyria admitted. “So you haven’t begun training her?” Ian’s voice was sharp as broken glass. “She’s probably already formed attachments with that school and its inhabitants.” “I believe in her.” “You’ve always been much too faithful.” “May the Force be with you, Ian.” “May the Force be with you too, Lyria.” Lyria tossed the comlink to the ground and, with one stomp of her foot, reduced it to s. Leaving the broken communicator behind, Lyria walked away, grinding her teeth.
That was amazing,Kitty!!! you really have a talent in writing. I can't wait for MOAR!!!
Thank you so much! There will be MOAR very soon!
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Here's another part--the beginning of chapter 3! I was actually hoping that this next part would be a bit happier than the last one I posted, but it's not. I've since resigned myself to the fact that this isn't a very happy story at all. Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Chapter Three part one
Mandalore, 8 ABY
Lyria Daiah grudgingly answered her comlink, which was beeping so loudly that several passersby had stopped what they were doing just to stare at her. It was Ian, and he wanted to ask her some questions about her mission. Lyria really wouldn't have minded in any other circumstance; she'd known Ian since they were Padawans together, and hearing a friend's familiar voice was a luxury she'd denied herself for too long. But Lyria knew she was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, training Jas Caranie. And she wasn’t. Lyria was still on Mandalore, trying not to attract too much attention. “I’m busy, Ian,” Lyria protested. “I really can’t talk.” “Lyria,” said Ian, “Where are you?” “Mandalore,” answered Lyria. “Where is Jas? Is she with you? Have you begun her training yet?” Ian sounded suspicious. There it was; Lyria knew she couldn’t dodge the question this time. She’d been evading Ian for a while now, hastily changing the subject whenever Ian brought up Jas. “She’s still at the Academy,” Lyria admitted. “So you haven’t begun training her?” Ian’s voice was sharp as broken glass. “She’s probably already formed attachments with that school and its inhabitants.” “I believe in her.” “You’ve always been much too faithful.” “May the Force be with you, Ian.” “May the Force be with you too, Lyria.” Lyria tossed the comlink to the ground and, with one stomp of her foot, reduced it to s. Leaving the broken communicator behind, Lyria walked away, grinding her teeth.
So you're probably wondering about this (the conspicuous red 'S' which is also in bold but it doesn't really look bold )...It's supposed to be 'scrap'. Sorry for the typo; I didn't notice it until today when I was looking over the chapters.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Here's another part--the beginning of chapter 3! I was actually hoping that this next part would be a bit happier than the last one I posted, but it's not. I've since resigned myself to the fact that this isn't a very happy story at all. Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Chapter Three part one
Mandalore, 8 ABY
Lyria Daiah grudgingly answered her comlink, which was beeping so loudly that several passersby had stopped what they were doing just to stare at her. It was Ian, and he wanted to ask her some questions about her mission. Lyria really wouldn't have minded in any other circumstance; she'd known Ian since they were Padawans together, and hearing a friend's familiar voice was a luxury she'd denied herself for too long. But Lyria knew she was supposed to be somewhere else entirely, training Jas Caranie. And she wasn’t. Lyria was still on Mandalore, trying not to attract too much attention. “I’m busy, Ian,” Lyria protested. “I really can’t talk.” “Lyria,” said Ian, “Where are you?” “Mandalore,” answered Lyria. “Where is Jas? Is she with you? Have you begun her training yet?” Ian sounded suspicious. There it was; Lyria knew she couldn’t dodge the question this time. She’d been evading Ian for a while now, hastily changing the subject whenever Ian brought up Jas. “She’s still at the Academy,” Lyria admitted. “So you haven’t begun training her?” Ian’s voice was sharp as broken glass. “She’s probably already formed attachments with that school and its inhabitants.” “I believe in her.” “You’ve always been much too faithful.” “May the Force be with you, Ian.” “May the Force be with you too, Lyria.” Lyria tossed the comlink to the ground and, with one stomp of her foot, reduced it to its base components. Leaving the broken communicator behind, Lyria walked away, grinding her teeth.
So you're probably wondering about this (the conspicuous red 'S' which is also in bold but it doesn't really look bold )...It's supposed to be 's'. Sorry for the typo; I didn't notice it until today when I was looking over the chapters.
When I submitted this correction it automatically censored something even though I'm not trying to say anything bad...I have edited the sentence, as you can see above. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Also, I will be writing moar as soon as I'm done typing this up.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Post by sithkitten2971 on Dec 17, 2017 16:18:17 GMT
Here's moar. Also, there is a timeskip within this part, which should be exciting. One could say that these parts are all a sort of prologue, because after the timeskip, the plot really starts moving. So here's to no more filler setting the scene for something to happen.
Chapter Three part two Mandalore, 8 ABY
For Jas, every day was the same. Each and every day that transpired was identical to the one before it. In fact, the only things that changed from day to day were the assignments that were given out by the teachers.
The old monotonous rhythm had stopped with the coming of the stranger. The ‘repeating’ days became less tedious as Jas began to see each day in a new light. Aana noticed Jas’s sudden fervor and was instantly put at ease.
Jas was happy now. Just realizing that simple truth made Aana feel as if a large rock had been lifted off her chest. That was the only thing that mattered to Aana. Her best friend was the most important person in her life. And if Jas was happy, then Aana was happy too. So Aana wasted no more time worrying. She was happy, and Jas was happy, and they were happy together. And that was all that mattered.
But Jas’s happiness was caused by one thing and one thing only: She had met someone who cared whether she lived or not. Someone who would come for her and remove her from the Academy’s confining walls. And Jas pretended that she was satisfied when, in reality, she was waiting. She was waiting for a stranger to come and take her away.
Three years passed, and Jas Caranie was still waiting.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Post by sithkitten2971 on May 11, 2018 21:19:42 GMT
Here's moar, just as promised.
Chapter Three, part three ???, 11 ABY
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.” It was a cold, aloof sort of voice. It could be the voice of a shadow, if shadows could speak. It could be the voice of a nightmare, if a nightmare could speak. It was certainly an evil voice, but it was evident that the voice belonged to a very old man. The speaker was shrouded in a black cloak. The top half of his face was in shadow, but the skin that could be seen was nearly chalk white, wrinkled and creased. He was, at first glance, ancient. But those who knew him also knew that he was stronger than he looked. The huntress with whom he was conversing (via hologram, of course) was not one of those people who knew him. And that was wonderful. If she was to fail, and he was certain that she would fail, then he could smash her personally; she would never see it coming. “What can I do for you?” asked the bounty hunter. “There are some files that I need. Will you be up to the task?” “How much?” She raised one eyebrow, a hand at her hip. “Five million.” “That will be fine.” “Good. Go to Mirial right away. Smash anyone who gets in the way of your mission. Remember, if you tell anyone what I ordered you to do, or why I ordered you to do it, I’ll know, and I’ll find you and your family too.” The man turned off the hologram projector and the tiny blue hologram figure disappeared.
Darth|Tallium "Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."
Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
you really have a talent in writing. 
I can't wait for MOAR!!! 
you really have a talent in writing. 
I can't wait for MOAR!!! 
Also, this is probably the first time I've posted two parts in one day.
There will be MOAR very soon! 
