Voidendron's Literatures

He didn’t remember hitting his head, but the painful throbbing behind his eyes told him otherwise.

During the Sith Empire's invasion of Odessen, Paladins Aven and Leo take the students they'd never ask to fight in a war deeper into the mountain to escape the fighting.

To Aven's distress, Leo gets the idea to return to the surface to ward off the invaders.

Even Cipher Agents had their failures.

Annoying as it was, the failure would serve as a good reminder. At least it hadn’t gotten them killed.

Commander Terrin's biggest fears are the following: Open water, drowning, and cramped spaces with no way out.

It's too bad she not only can't swim, but also wears all that heavy armor...

The shielding technique is taking a toll on the Barsen'thor. A friend - and healer - is worried for his health.

The headache that buzzed behind his eyes was persistent, hadn’t left him for days. Made it hard to sleep, hard not to grimace when the lights were on, hard to focus on their voices. He knew it was the new eye, an experimental prosthetic of their own design. It ached, was all he could focus on. It was like his body knew it didn’t belong there.

The first one she triggered had her yelping as she twisted away from it, barely pulling her tail out of the way before it could be chomped down on in the jaw-like trap. The second she triggered had her swearing as she lunged away from the cord that would have suspended her by the foot, far up in the tree it was attached to, had it connected. Third… Well, that turned out to be her last strike, it would seem.

“No, no. Stop talking like you’re dying!” He could almost hear the tears in her eyes, and he hated his own selfishness for putting them there. “You said we could be together, that—that you wouldn’t leave. Please.”

“I’ve seen you in a dream before.”

His hand hovered over the screen as his eyes flicked back up at them. Had he heard that right?

“...Pardon?”

And then they were laughing as they brushed a manicured hand through their grayed hair.

It was with that laugh that Xaerez’s breath caught in his throat. They sounded exactly like—

Growing tired of the Alliance's interferences for far too many years, the Sith Empire invades Odessen. Its current leaders - the children of the Grand Champion and former Commander - are faced with a difficult decision when they find themselves sorely outnumbered.

Synnda wasn’t often one who startled easily.

And yet when he felt a familiar presence, he couldn’t say he wasn’t alarmed by her state.

The old holo didn’t show her pretty eyes well enough, didn’t show how they shone in the richest of golds. The flickering lines of blue, hiding some of her markings and the pain in her eyes that she hid so well.

But it was still her.

Tasked with guarding a storehouse, Xandosc, Raphios, and even the young apprentice Veira all know it's just to keep them out of the way of the power plays of higher-ranking Sith.

Oricon was a terrible time, and now Master Alvihr is forced to face what's become of herself in the aftermath of being under the Dread Masters' control.

It was a type of silence he’d never experienced before. A type of loneliness, he’d never wish to repeat. He wouldn’t let it show, of course. No, he’d simply close his eyes, take a breath, and try to find companionship in the Force—but even that felt muted, thanks to the collar at his neck.

“Look. I’m just a mercenary. And what you’re askin’ me is to betray my family.” “Oh, come now! Your family? Pah! The same family that ignored you? The same family that offered leadership to your elder siblings upon a silver platter, leaving you with nothing? Tsk. Dear Anaehr… Do you not realize what this itty bitty little job could get you?”

Slipping on ice isn't exactly a great way to start your day.

#i always THINK about synnda's relationship with nadia but never WRITE it#and that's a crime#she became like a daughter to him. she was the first person he ever truly loved#and i am SALTY they couldn't hug on ossus

Crates were stacked near the entrance, but most were empty. A select few had ropes, handheld scanners, ice chisels…“A previous archaeological dig-sight. It doesn’t appear that they left in any rush, though they did leave a number of cheap supplies behind.”

Havoc Squad is in need of an explosives expert to add to their team. Balmorran resistance fighter Lina Tophrik fits the bill - but she may not be the most cooperative about it.

Kitty snorted at a joke Jen made that had the Cathar cackling, while the Pureblood reached across the table to snatch at his boyfriend’s drink. He took a swig, making a face that had Jen laughing again.

After a short while, Kitty found himself awkwardly clearing his throat. It tickled.

No. Not tickled. That wasn’t the right word, was it?

Then he was coughing as Jen’s brows raised with concern.

“How are you, Xae? Really?”

The Chiss swallowed. The words came easy, and he mentally cursed them.

“I’ll be fine.” Help me. “It’s just been hurting.” I don’t want to hurt you.

So many lives had been lost, but it was over, now. The Commander had gone to claim the throne in order to forcefully stop the Eternal Fleet’s unchecked rampage, Vaylin was dead, her army in shambles.

Now, came the cleanup.

She’d only looked away for a minute—a minute!—but it had been plenty of time for one of the creatures to lunge at Atten and do a number to his face. She didn’t get a good look at the thing before it vanished, but she was almost positive it had been a shade stalker. She didn’t care, anyway. Not when her brother hit the ground unresponsive when she’d shot at the thing.

The Jedi hadn’t realized zeir eyes drifted shut, nor that uneasy sleep had fallen over zem. Not until the tromping of boots had zem jerking awake to press zemself as far from the door as possible. There was shouting, blaster fire, the buzzing of lightsabers. Then silence just as quickly as it had started.