http://www.swtor.com/community/showthread.php?t=8608
I'm putting mine up for the contest.
Sample:
"Uh-huh, I know," Janelle laughed, standing up from Marik's bed, "You say that every morning, y'know. C'mon, I have a plan anyway. We're gonna make sure the Master doesn't fry us this time."
"Huh?" Marik finished putting on his right boot, stood up and began fixing his learner tunic. "What are you talking about? Another one of your fool-proof pranks again on Master Anarki?"
"No."
Janelle's face became dead serious. Her bangs brushed over her eyes some as her gaze raised to her brother, a rather sinister and evil looking smile curling over her lips. Marik tilted his head to the left in curiosity; his attention was raised now to this plan, wondering what sort of plot his twin had concocted. He had this feeling that things were going to change today, that for once... one of his sister's plans was more than just a mere prank.
"Today, we begin our quest for revenge," Janelle said, placing her hands on her hips. "After today, we'll be able to find that Sith scum who killed our parents. I promised you eleven years ago that we would, remember?"
"... are you serious?" Marik tilted his head to the other direction, trying to figure out if she was just joking or something.
"Dead serious. We've learned enough from that deadbeat 'Master' of ours anyway- we've gotten all the styles down and can manipulate the Force better than anyone in our learner group, right?"
"Well yeah, but-"
"AND, you're already becoming really good at Shien and Jar'kai, though I don't know WHY you'd want to use Shien OR Jar'kai, they're so unsophisticated..."
"I know, but-"
"Anyway, I've developed this new technique, I can tag someone with Force Push and use Siphon Life to create a sort of projectile that corrodes Force energy from within! But that's besides the point- we won't need the Force very much to do what we need to do. You'll see!" Janelle grinned at her brother.
"I'm not sure I like where this is going..." Marik ran his left hand through his chin-long black hair, making sure it was fine.
"Oh, don't be dumb!"
Janelle grabbed her brother's right hand and led him into the training room of their Master, rushing right by a few other, older learners and apprentices.