Please, post some of your work. I know we'd all love to include you and your fiction here

Hey everyone!

 

I just wanted to pop in here and say that I love this thread. I often visit and read your work. We really appreciate the support you give and the contribution you make to the community.

 

I ask you, as a fan fiction author myself, to please keep it going!

Eee, thanks!

Please, post some of your work. I know we'd all love to include you and your fiction here

 

That'd be awesome.

Please, post some of your work. I know we'd all love to include you and your fiction here

 

I wish I could! Unfortunately, since I am an employee I can't. But I will continue to read your work and respond when I can!

I wish I could! Unfortunately, since I am an employee I can't. But I will continue to read your work and respond when I can!

Good to see you around. I figured we were just hanging out unsupervised in the corner entertaining ourselves

 

Bright - Vierce!!! And god, Elara is just awesome Gutsy indeed.

 

Ves - Another SW, and a sweetheart by the looks of it. Poor thing Seriously though, very cute.

Will catch up and comment in a bit.

 

Enemies gave me a chance to finish writing a long-abandoned passage. I was going to delay this 'til I had written through Vierce's Alderaan and Balmorra but it just isn't flowing. This comes after the long-ago Worlds Colliding scene on Balmorra. It takes place toward the end of Balmorra, after some fragile friendly functioning but before he really notices her. (It occurs very shortly after the Nar Shaddaa resupply run during which the Cross Faction AU splits off.) No game spoilers. 2100 words.

 

There's a paragraph of overlapping material (just recapping that he submits some paperwork before bed) between the old scene and this one.

 

 

 

 

I filled out the form before I went to sleep. One request for transfer, right then and there. It was stupid, but what the hell else could I do? I couldn't be near her and I couldn't sabotage her career just because I didn't like her. I submitted the request and then lay down knowing it was going to be a rough night.

 

The holocall woke me up mid-yell. Just another nightmare. I coughed a little, pulled on a halfway presentable shirt, and rubbed my neck in a doomed attempt to ease the tension there while I answered.

 

"Captain Savins, what is this?" snapped General Garza.

 

"General, sir. That's a request to transfer out of Havoc Squad, sir."

 

"Why are you wasting my time with this joke?"

 

"It isn't a joke, sir. Lieutenant Jorgan is perfectly qualified to step up to command. I think my talents would best be used elsewhere."

 

"If you're doing this to complain about Sergeant Dorne again…"

 

"It's not a complaint, sir. But I can't perform under fire when she's around. That's a reflection on me, not her. I'll be better off next to someone who doesn't have an Imperial background."

 

"Stop being ridiculous. I will not tolerate you discarding the mission over a personal preference."

 

"This isn't a preference! I don't know what's going to happen if…if something happens at the wrong time."

 

"If you require psychological assistance for your situation it will be arranged, but you're not going anywhere, Savins."

 

"'Psychological assistance' won't save my people in the field."

 

"No. You will. Now you have work to do, Captain, and I expect to see results. That's all there is to it." The holo winked out.

 

I stood there for a second letting my vision blur. Garza wasn't going to let me out. I was seriously expected to willpower my way through this. The only decent fair way out was getting closed for no good reason.

 

I went back to bed. The nightmares might be easier to face than the alternative.

 

*

 

I split Dorne off with M1-4X for the day's operations. I pushed hard through the mission, found other things to do, pushed hard through them, too. Jorgan kept up every step of the way. Finally we turned homeward.

 

"Jorgan," I said. "Don't come after me. Keep her away from me. Tell Forex, too. If something comes up, you have the command." I went right to my quarters. I wasn't hungry, and there was no point washing up when I knew I wouldn't feel clean anyway.

 

I sat on the edge of the bed, buried my face in my hands, and tried not to think.

 

When the door opened I knew it was her. She stepped in and let it fall shut. There were two things running in my head just then, like there had been ever since the first time I told myself I had to treat her with some minimum of respect. Part of me felt horrible about doing this to someone who had earned her place here. Part of me wanted to snap her Imperial neck.

 

"Everyone on this ship had orders to keep you away," I said.

 

"Sir, you're needed. Permission to speak?"

 

"Denied, Sergeant."

 

"Our mission is urgent and we can't continue like this. No outside mediation can arrive or act fast enough. This has to be resolved here."

 

"Or you could just keep talking. This may be the first time I've ever seen you disobey orders."

 

"When the matter is important enough, I'm left with no choice." I heard her shifting a little. "I've done it before."

 

As in defecting. I looked up at her. She was giving me this defiant stare. "Well then," I said, since getting rid of her wasn't going to happen. "What do you have to say?"

 

"I served under Moff Brannick," she said steadily. "He was a monster. He did a great deal of damage himself, but he also liked to order other people to do…just, cruelty for cruelty's sake."

 

"I know all that," I said roughly.

 

"I know it, too. I made an effort to report his crimes, but those reports were ignored. Everyone said he was too powerful; what they meant was, nobody more powerful than him cared. It was one of his cronies that started closing in on me, questioning my dedication to the Empire because of my objections. It was the knowledge that sometime soon I would be directly ordered to act against my conscience that finally drove me to defect." She looked away. "I already know what would have been asked. I won't talk about it."

 

"Suits me. You never tell me about that. I never tell you what he did to my people. Shutting up is what makes this work." I kept leaning my arms on my knees and I hung my head to cover my face again. "Stars. I'm sorry, Dorne. I can't do it. I've tried, but I can't. Just knowing you were around them, talking to them. My chest's about to explode. I don't know what to do anymore apart from putting in for a transfer, and that just got denied."

 

"Denied?" she said. She sounded…well, upset. "Captain, if anyone were to transfer out of the situation, I would expect–"

 

"There's enough people out there who would wreck your career for who you are. I won't be one of them. I can't do much but I can offer that. Jorgan could step up here and he'd do right by you, but that avenue's been closed off."

 

Things were quiet for a few moments.

 

"Dorne?" I said.

 

"Yes, sir?"

 

"Why haven't you filed a complaint against me yet?"

 

There was a long pause. She must have considered it. Was she just afraid to make waves?

 

"We were doing well, sir," she said slowly.

 

"I was being slightly less of a bastard."

 

"We get the job done, sir. Havoc Squad has been succeeding in all of its objectives. Besides which you have always made an effort to keep your feelings from contaminating your decisions."

 

My laugh came out as a bitter bark. "If you're going to take up lying you should practice with smaller ones first."

 

"You've made the effort," she insisted. "You arranged my brother's safe passage on Nar Shaddaa. You took the early steps to handle Personnel Division's doubts about my assignment when you could easily have let me hang. Those aren't the actions of an abusive authority. Matters are sometimes difficult, yes. But when it comes down to it you treat me with the same fairness I've seen you extend to others. That…that means quite a lot."

 

I looked up at her. When I was looking at her I couldn't hate her. "You risk your neck out there. You've earned better. If I were any kind of leader I would just deal with…knowing. You do good work. I respect you. It isn't fair of me to ask you to erase twenty-something years of your life just because I can't handle it." I blinked hard. "I hate that I can't handle it."

 

"Sir," she said, after a while. "Do you believe I'm on your side?"

 

Imperial, I thought. Like I just heard. Decorated in their service. She had been in the room with Moff Brannick, saluted him, taken his orders.

 

She had also fought shoulder to shoulder with me. She had done so well here.

 

They valued her there, too.

 

I shook myself back to looking at her face. She was still waiting for an answer. She looked hurt. Not the wounded but steady firmness she usually took on when someone gave her grief. This was different. Plain, open hurt, getting worse every second. "Yes," I told her. "Everything I've ever seen of you backs that up. You're with us now."

 

She nodded. A second later she said "You're aware that I trained at the officers' academy on Dromund Kaas. I qualified for medical specialization in my final studies there. As soon as I had completed that I was assigned to the front lines. At any given time the Empire is embroiled in a thousand conflicts on a thousand worlds. This was the defense of our home, the duty every citizen was called to."

 

I stayed quiet. If I opened my mouth I would only end up doing something stupid.

 

"There was no choice in serving; it's compulsory for every able-bodied citizen of Dromund Kaas. So I trained. And I served. I thought it was war to be waged as civilized people wage it. So far as we knew the cause was right; the Republic was composed of genocidal hypocrites, their establishments corrupt, their influence utterly destructive. So we were told." She pushed a few strands of hair that had come loose back behind her ear and then met my eye. "It is difficult to get an accurate idea of how the other side does things when all you see of the other side is the blaster fire."

 

"Why are you telling me this?"

 

"Because, sir. I have never known you to do the wrong thing once you've been confronted with the truth." Her gaze was perfectly steady and I couldn't manage to look away from it. "That's one of the reasons I stay. If what troubles you is what you're forced to guess about my past it's better that I disclose what did happen."

 

"I…" I had to cough a little to clear a sudden thickness in my throat. "I see."

 

"Despite all I had been told about the Republic, I was forced to wonder whether it would be better than a system in which unquestioned obedience to leaders such as Moff Brannick was both expected and enforced. I expect that my very presence here tells you what I ultimately decided on."

 

I nodded.

 

"Most of the Imperials I knew weren't bad people. But the system was open to abuse. When stepping out of line invited a quick death at best, one corrupt person in charge of drawing the line could do a great deal of damage. As Brannick did. And as others did. That's why I left and that's why I fight for our side now."

 

I wished I could think faster, sort through the mess of confusion and hurt and disgust and, well, this feeling that I'd been thoroughly humbled. It was a lot to process. Too much, but I had to try for her sake if not for my own.

 

It finally occurred to me that she, standing in front of me, couldn't possibly know which way I would jump on this. She'd laid it all out anyway. Even though she shouldn't have had to defend her existence in the first place.

 

"Dorne," I said slowly, "you are one hell of a human being."

 

"I only do what my responsibilities call for, sir." There was almost a shy tinge to it, but not a bad one. It was a relief and then some to hear her sounding something other than miserable.

 

"This was above and beyond and you know it. Thanks. You shouldn't have had to come explain anything, but...thanks. You've got to be the bravest person I ever met." I smiled a little in spite of myself. "The defection was pretty gutsy, too."

 

She returned the smile. And then she saluted. "I hope this helps, sir."

 

"It already did." I stood to return the salute. Stars knew she'd earned the respect. "Good night, Sergeant."

 

***

 

Jorgan was standing at a poor simulacrum of ease around the corner. He was pretending to read a datapad. His other hand loosely held a riot stick.

 

Sergeant Dorne rounded the corner and raised an eyebrow. "Sergeant, when I finally prevailed upon you to let me pass, I didn't mean for you to post a guard."

 

Jorgan set the datapad aside and gave her a wary yellow look. "He's gone off before." He raised an illustrative hand to his jaw.

 

"He'll do the right thing if you just show him the truth."

 

"I know," said Jorgan. "But sometimes the truth doesn't move as fast as his fist."

 

"He wouldn't." She frowned. "If you were worried enough to prepare to incapacitate him, I should think you would have reported him by now."

 

"I didn't think I would have to. He's decent most of the time, he gets the job done, and before today you were never crazy enough to go after him when he gets like this. Besides, even if I did try to take him off duty. Garza never seemed open to changing the arrangement."

 

Dorne looked back at Vierce's door. "No. She wasn't."

 

He took a moment to digest that statement. Then: "Are we good to work tomorrow?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Him too?"

 

"Him too. In fact, I think things may improve a great deal."

 

Jorgan looked curiously at Dorne, then over towards Vierce's quarters. "All right then," he said, and padded away.

 

 

 

 

Garza comes off as something of a psychopath in her managerial style if the Trooper makes a habit of DS decisions. Her response to all horrible doings is "CONTINUE OPERATING. FOR THE REPUBLIC. SCREW ETHICAL CONCERNS."

 

You can't actually ask to be relieved of duty, but I imagine the request would be received roughly as well as seen here.

 

Dorne is the gutsiest woman. Ever.

I very much enjoyed both Vierce and Tessa's stories. Vierce's inner battle is wonderfully written. And, Broan's descriptions of seeing sunlight were amazing!

 

It's so good to be back!

I avoided the ultraviolence and coercion for now. Oh, and BH spoilers. And...that really cuts down on the latest reading material. But, welcome to the thread, meanken!

 

@EverSteam, on your earlier Leer piece...poor Torian. But I guess if anybody can take a wild wounded creature like that it's him.

 

@Ves, a fantastic art opportunity for A'tro: bracing against the whole of a Tatooine sandstorm.

 

@kabe, I sort of wanted to slap Scourge for even starting to talk about Remi. But it all worked out in the end

 

@Selentar, loved the early imagery of Xareen'alay's call to Xania. I love Xania's dismissive attitude, too: “Well, it had to come from somewhere. Parents, the environment, the suns of Tatooine. It does not matter. All that matters is that I have it...”

 

ahaha, @Miriah...I shouldn't laugh at you. But, hon, you really need to sleep. (And Mags, I'm delighted to see you back!)

 

@Tatile, your sunrise short was exquisite. That's entirely too short a descriptor but I think it about sums it up. Loved the colors, Broan's thoughts, all of it. I see I didn't respond to your earlier Turning Point story. This is probably because I was speechless. I'd like to identify what I so much loved about it because specific praise is good, but just...every time you show us the inside of Broan's head the perspective is wonderful, and Talan makes a wonderful foil to Ashari, and the images of that grimy lonely place, and the last line, all just came together perfectly.

 

@Ves (again), the contrast between Vette's impression and Tessa's had me in stitches. “Uh, did I miss some kind of cause for happiness back there?” Also, IA = instant hook for me, it seems.

 

@Ms. Woods, the very thought that some actual BW representative reads this tempts me to go back and replace all text with some kind of legal disclaimer/apology for abusing the IP so horribly. But, thanks for the kind words!

 

As for Vierce!verse, Elara Dorne is the kind to work out what's right and do it. Within established channels if possible. If it isn't she'll find better established channels. She's just absolutely, fearlessly principled. And yes I'm a tremendous Dorne fangirl. Come on, Vierce, catch up with me here.

Another scene I wrote first and prompt-fit after. It's sort of relevant to NotLP: Communication Breakdown. Vierce!verse, no plot spoilers because yay, personal drama can stand independent of plot at times! (Oh, wait, scraps of spoiler for the existence of the Trooper's Balmorra quest and one Republic Balmorra quest.) 600 words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited February 28, 2013 by bright_ephemera

Awkward Vierce is adorable. Yes, I know he's glaring at me right now, but he is...adorable

Prompt: Enemies, Rivals, and Nemeses

First fic I've ever wrote for, well, anything, so constructive critisism would be welcomed appreciated! I like getting introspective with my characters so not a lot of dialogue in this one. Slight allusions to child abuse, nothing that serious. Pre-chapter 1 BH. Some advice on formatting would also be nice, it's one of my fatal flaws. 586 words.

 

 

 

Edited February 28, 2013 by Mrtwo

Mrtwo, welcome to the thread!

 

First of all, for formatting, the way we conserve space on the thread is with the spoiler tags, [.spoiler] at the beginning and [./spoiler] at the end of the story text. Remove the periods from those tags to apply them. You can also apply spoiler tags by selecting the text and pressing the pale grey cloud/cog button at the far right of the lower row of formatting icons.

 

You really got the dirt of Nar Shaddaa (two d's), both material and social. I like it.

Edited February 28, 2013 by bright_ephemera

Mrtwo, welcome to the thread!

 

First of all, for formatting, the way we conserve space on the thread is with the spoiler tags, [.spoiler] at the beginning and [./spoiler] at the end of the story text. Remove the periods from those tags to apply them. You can also apply spoiler tags by selecting the text and pressing the pale grey cloud/cog button at the far right of the lower row of formatting icons.

 

You really got the dirt of Nar Shaddaa (two d's), both material and social. I like it.

 

Fixed it.

Thanks for the name correction, was going to check that on Wookieepedia but forgot before posting it.

I love how every planet in Star Wars has a different feel and tone much like different countries do here on our planet and am glad I can succesfully capture that in writing.

Edited February 28, 2013 by Mrtwo

Love Vierce, in spades (hides from the glare) Edited February 28, 2013 by Magdalane

First off, welcome to the thread, Mrtwo! I look forward to hearing how a former math teacher approaches the Great Hunt. Interesting idea.

 

@ Magdlane: Corso tries so hard. Risha, you’re only sort of helping. You’re right, some enemies can’t be left behind.

 

@ Tatile: Broan’s memory of the first time he saw the sun and his interpretation of it was brilliant. That it might be a threat at first, then becoming a special memory. Absolutely brilliant.

 

 

"There was no choice in serving; it's compulsory for every able-bodied citizen of Dromund Kaas. So I trained. And I served. I thought it was war to be waged as civilized people wage it. So far as we knew the cause was right; the Republic was composed of genocidal hypocrites, their establishments corrupt, their influence utterly destructive. So we were told." She pushed a few strands of hair that had come loose back behind her ear and then met my eye. "It is difficult to get an accurate idea of how the other side does things when all you see of the other side is the blaster fire."

Elara standing up for what’s right, so very in her character. Vierce wasn’t the only one to have to confront prejudices. Elara’s showing him that, and also showing him that he can get through it. She did.

 

@ Vesaniae: Nothing wrong with a happy Sith. It’s kind of cute, actually.

 

Last but certainly not least:

 

@ CourtneyWoods: I’m with both Hoyden and Bright. Here I was thinking no one visits the fanfic forum except us. It’s gratifying (and more than a little terrifying ) to know that an actual Bioware representative reads this thread. Voluntarily. And enjoys it. Thank you very much.

Prompt: Enemies

 

Character: Jurial (JC)

 

Double-posting with more Jurial Philosophy. This is one essay he will probably keep in a datapad for a while. No class spoilers. Technically a sort-of spoiler for Esseles flashpoint, and one for a general Coruscant quest.

 

 

 

Striges - Jurial is amazing. His impartial and disinterested approach to the Jedi order, its philosophies and doctrine, is compelling and fascinating. I'd love to see more from him - he's just so interesting!

 

MrTwo - Welcome to the thread It's been a while since we've had a Rattataki as the main lead. It will be very interesting to see where life takes him and how, or if, his previous life as a maths teacher will have any affect.

 

Bright - do it. I could imagine poor Vierce having a weird nightmare where he gets indoctrinated into the Imperial Military and Dorne is there as an Intelligence liason and Aric is a food slave and... I dunno. Weirdness.

I love Jurial's inquiries into everything. Always.

 

Now some lighter Vierce fare for I Love This Bar. Spoiler for the end of Trooper Act 1 and vague spoilers for Trooper Balmorra. 1000 words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still love Vierce. His defense of Elara was awesome. And almost wishing we got to hear some of the "Watcher Two levels of disdain" for the annoying guy at the bar. Because I can imagine it as well, and it would be hilarious. Though Vierce's intervention wouldn't be nearly so fun then.

 

 

@ CourtneyWoods (again): A Belated Thank You for removing the thread cap, or at least extending it to an insane post or page count. I like having the whole discussion and all the stories together in one thread, rather than having to continue it in sequel threads. If it wasn't you, please pass the thanks along to whatever kind moderator was responsible. I appreciate it, and I know others here do too.

Hey everyone!

 

I just wanted to pop in here and say that I love this thread. I often visit and read your work. We really appreciate the support you give and the contribution you make to the community.

 

I ask you, as a fan fiction author myself, to please keep it going!

 

Thank you for your support Courtney. Means a lot to all of us that write,read or generally lurk here.

 

(Note to self, must find time to write more)

Edited March 3, 2013 by Irrissa

I made an updated cast picture, in which I did my best to include an image of every character who has appeared in a story in this thread. There are also some people who haven't actually appeared yet, but who totally will when I get around to it. Unfortunately, I do not have any images of Lyshara and Lynet Vrine, but I will amend this once I have access to TOR again.

 

The image may be found at this location. It is very large. Click that magnifying glass at your own risk.

Mrtwo - Welcome to the thread! I liked your fic a lot. Loved your character, the mix of fighting prowess and math ability - very cool and reminded me a little of Rich Franklin, which was fun . And the seediness of Nar Shaddaa was really well done.

 

Striges - I LOVE Jurial's philosophy. Just...yeah, love it. (Oh, and to judge by the SGRA thread, the new cap for all threads is 555 pages.)

 

Bright - "There's no reason a bug should get bigger than thumb size. Ever. Any planet where they do is a highly questionable planet." Two minutes straight of laughing. Seriously. I loved Vierce's version of defending Elara, and I loved that Elara would have been perfectly fine dealing with him herself. She's got that lovely ability to stand up for herself and anything she thinks is right without stooping...if that makes sense

 

Edit: And Ves's crew in all their glory!

Edited March 1, 2013 by iamthehoyden

Vierce notes:

 

Prompt day, with two this time!

 

Week of 3/1/2013

Mirror, Mirror – Images and reflections can tell you a lot. Sometimes they give an accurate perspective on what's going on. But sometimes they don't quite reflect the truth of things. Distorted or un-, write about mirrors, reflections, or echoes that your characters have encountered or left.

 

The Morning After - What seems like a good idea at night may turn out to be terrible in the morning. Or the other way around. Write about the morning after some event great or small that your character has experienced.

 

Night of the Living Prompt: Keep on using any prompt you like! Check out the list at http://www.swtor.com/community/showpost.php?p=5223753&postcount=1675.

Edited March 2, 2013 by bright_ephemera

I wrote a short thing real quick. Thanks for all the feedback and the welcomes! As always, feedback and critisism is appreciated and wanted.

NotLP, Dreams and Nightmares

 

 

 

Edited March 2, 2013 by Mrtwo