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  1. Part One The Finding Of The Note There was always music playing, always started early too, I think that was always what I wasn't very fond of, the earliness of everything. What was mine tho was a single sheet of paper I had found and most of it was readable... No light shines through these four brick walls. For the pain is my prison, and its teachers my imprisoners, like an animal, looking around for food -but only more pain awaits. Is it all just a fact and form of discrimination against me? For there are no laws that say I need my teacher, his teachings..him. And why not? Because they made these laws and passed other laws to say we couldn't take back their laws! And so we are kept outside, only to enter in the afternoon, back to our cells, while we wait in long, long lines for our rooms. A PRISON! Yes, we're like prisoners, forced to break rocks in the heat of the hot sun, to break one annother to pieces, to be broken. Am I the only one with eyes? On other planets children have freedom, to play. Why are we not allowed the same liberties? No, we must add and divide even though we are alone, we must learn to spell. All this history stuff. Who cares? It's over! So go ahead! Lock me up with your teachings and your tests! Rob my freedom with your thinking and words. As far as I'm concerned the only difference between insanity and freedom and prison... ...the rest is missing. For almost a moment the music was gone, but again it pounds into me, into everything. We will be moving soon, away from the cluster of the city. I don't know how I feel about that. Part Two The Finding Of The Cave Its alright living here, its deffinately quieter, but every new paradise has its own serpent, lurking, waiting. It had certainly taken me a long to forget the 'if only' that haunted me for so much. I found myself one day with a shocking realisation and doubt. Doubt was the beginning of the pangs of distress adn would weaken even the strongest of Sith, or Jedi. last night was the scariest night of my life, a night that changed five lives in minutes, shattered, trodden, destroyed forever. I can still hear the noise of the engine and the humm and clashing of blades, I feel sick even hearing it being played over and over again in my head. I never felt so alone in all my life as I did that night, and for what? A prison? To become a weapon? i couldn't even tell you what the last words my mother said to me were, Its like my brain didnt record it, but it recorded them awfull sounds. Screaming, we were always told not to scream and its only now I realised how wrong that was to tell me. Screaming didn't make a blind bit of difference. Please..the word was yelled at top volume by everyone above me, I still can't believe it. I never knew the quiet would be the best betrayer of everything. I used to think I was quiet as my sisters and me played, I was always last found because they always gave up trying to find me. I wish it was my sisters that arrived that night in that ship And there I was, after all the screaming had gone and left, to wander in the desert, here I am, alone, no father, no Mother, no Sisters. Only my fear was hoding my hand, kissing my cheek and whispering to me to die in its embrace. The fear screamed out, and It was over, a hatch was lifted and I was found, I was betrayed by fear. I was so scared. "Come with me" is all I remember hearing him say. Part Three The Silence Its nothing special or particularly weird. However, take off and landing was a new experience. I was told it wasn't for everyone, and although when you're taking off and landing it's very fast, it's very stable and it didn't feel much different to having my feet on the gronud. The hum was constant. I never noticed the landing, I would have if I had seen out front but I was in a small cage. what was he expecting from me? What did he want and why was his voice so calming? "Im scared", I told my mother. she was standing opposite me and was aglow. "You have no reason to be afraid", she replied. It was always after she spoke that she advanced on me afraidingly quick and screaming in a pitch, she had transformed in an instant from my Mother to something almost...Demonic, thin and tormented looking. I found myself screaming, screaming even after I had woken up.... ..where am I? Questions ran through my head. On the nights of my nightmares I had always felt that there was someone outside my cell. Something evil, dark, sick. I would always lay back down and pretend to go back to sleep but never remember falling into it, then it would be time to wake up. He opened the cage I was in and moved away, motioned for me to follow with his head and I did. After I left the cage he moved off towards the exit. who is he? "Where am I"? I asked his back. He stopped and turned his head a little to the left and spoke "Home".
  2. Why these need to be included : Podracing traced its roots back to the days of animal-drawn carts,from which evolved races with hanno speeders. The events were held by Boonta the Hutt himself after his victory over the Parliament of Moralan and continued after his death.Ultimately, this sport's development kept pace with that of galactic technology to evolve into Podracing. The concept of modern day podracing was started on Malastare by alien racer Gustab Wenbus. Wenbus had entered himself in a race with a super-fast prototype pod designed by a mechanic named Phoebos. One of the most famous podraces was the Boonta Eve Classic, held on Tatooine in 32 BBY. The spectacular race was especially notable for being won by a Human, nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker. This marked the first time a Human had ever won a podrace. Other popular races at the time included the Vinta Harvest Classic on Malastare, the Ando Overland on Ando Prime and the Aleen Classic. Although technically illegal (often controlled by the Hutts) podracing flourished during the rule of the Galactic Republic, particularly among planets in the Outer Rim and on worlds such as Malastare and Ando Prime. The sport was also watched by citizens from the Core Worlds; large viewscreens in seedy establishments such as the Outlander Club on Coruscant relayed podraces from all over the galaxy. Podracing's popularity reached an all-time high following Skywalker's win, but as the political situation in the Republic deteriorated, so did the appeal of podracing. Many of the sport's generally-accepted criminal activities were exposed, and some of the most famous racers were arrested for a variety of crimes. Podracing was soon outlawed in the Core. Shortly before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, it was reported that attendance had dropped more than fifty percent from the era of the Battle of Naboo, although betting transactions remained at an all-time high Podracing soon gave way to swoop racing and other forms of extreme sports. With the Declaration of a New Order and the rise of the Galactic Empire, podracing became outlawed across the galaxy, and under the Empire's far more stringent standards of law enforcement, the sport fell out of popularity altogether, though the Vapor Room, a bar on Cloud City on Bespin, was still showing holoscreens of podraces in 2 BBY. By 30 ABY, it was noted that the sport had been making a comeback in some systems. Despite the ban, podracing, especially the Boonta Eve Classic, still was practiced on Tatooine. During one race between 2 BBY and 0 BBY, a Star Tours-owned StarSpeeder 1000 inadvertently got into the race due to having recently escaped from being caught by the Empire at the Star Tours space station for having a Rebel spy onboard. It then briefly rode alongside the racers before flying back out of the planet's atmosphere and making contact with the Rebel high command for their next destination In 137 ABY, a podrace was shown on a holoscreen in a drinking establishment on Coruscant.
  3. Blimble

    Man-Droid

    Chapter One ONE WAY TICKET There were ten passengers in the little pressurized cabin of the electric bus that shuttled between the rocket field and Marsport. Tenmen, the driver--and Ace Lincoln. He sat apart from the others, as he had kept to himself on the ten-daytrip between the planets core and surface with the yellow stub of his ticket still stuck defiantly in the band of his hat, proclaiming that he had paid his passage without his permission being asked. His big, lean body was slumped slightly in the seat. There was no expression on his face. He listened to the driver explaining to a couple of firsters that they were actually on what appeared to be one of the mysterious canals when viewed from space. Every book gave the fact that the canals were either an illusion or something which could not be detected on the surface of the planet. He glanced back toward the rocket that still pointed skyward back on the field, and then forward toward the city, sprawling out in amess of slums beyond the edges of the dome that had been built to holdair over the central part. And at last he stirred and reached for the yellow stub. He grimaced at the ONE WAY stamped on it, then tore it into bits and let the pieces scatter over the floor. He counted them as they fell; thirty pieces, one for each year of his life. Little ones for the two years he'd wasted as a fighter. Shreds for the four years as a kid in the ring before that--he'd never made the top. Bigger bits for two years also wasted in trying his hand at professional gambling; and the six final pieces that spelled his rise from a special reporter helping out with a republic shake-up coverage, through a regular leg-man turning uprackets, and on up like a meteor until.... He'd made his big scoop, allright. He'd dug up enough about the scandals to double circulation. And the government had explained what a fool he'd been for printing half of a story that was never supposed to be printed until all could be revealed. They'd given Ace his final assignment. He shrugged. He'd bought a suit of airtight coveralls and a helmet at the field; he had some credits, and a set of reader cards in his pocket. The supply house, planetside, had assured him that this pattern had neverbeen exported before. With them and the knife he'd selected, he might get by. The Solar Security office had given him the knife practice, to make sure he could use it, just as they'd made sure he hadn't taken anything extra with him beyond the regulation amount. "You're a traitor, and we'd like nothing better than seeing your guts spilled, " the Security man had told him. "That paper you swiped was marked top secret. But we don't get many men with your background, tinhorn, fighter--who have brains enough for our work. So you're bound for the City, rather than the mines. If... " It was a big _if_, and a vague one. They needed men who could act as links in their information bureau, and be ready to work on their side when the expected trouble came. They wanted men who could serve them loyally, even without orders. If he did them enough service, they might let him back to his family. If he caused trouble enough, they couldstill ship him indeffinately. "And suppose nothing happens?" he asked.
  4. Blimble

    Man-Droid

    HALF HUMAN... ALL KILLER Sergeant Ace is the veteran of many blood wars fought on alien planets, but after being mortally wounded in combat the only way to save his life is to cybernetically reconstruct his body, turning him into more machine than man - a Man-Droid! Discharged from his Squad Ace returns to his home world struggling to deal with his new existence. When his family are subject to a vicious attack his bitterness turns to anger, and he takes to the streets to dispense brutal vigilante justice. Bur there's room for only one Law in the Universe. The very 1st account of Cybernetic enhancement ever attempted in the Galaxy is now available to all readers. Coming Soon
  5. There is nothing wrong with youtube, its peoples attitude towards it and towards others thats towards youtube is the issue. Also due to trollers and ninjas I would admit If I know something I would hesitate in helping someone, especially if they are F2P. True, no 1 is getting paid to teach others things.
  6. What I would like to see is diffrent Form Stances, and each form should have its own way of fighting.
  7. Complaints in the Forums are getting beyond the joke
  8. This is one suggestion I fully support. Togruta's is a Must.
  9. also one of the biggest issues i have faced as a lvl 53 jug is people dont understand that a Cooldown still exists at this level. Frustrating at times yes to be scolded for bio's fault
  10. Full 3 Chapters Written now, Please leave reviews and thoughts on this story so far. Much Appreciated. Blimble
  11. The guy who posted this is a Troller
  12. I agree with karkais, Its not right to put in thinigs then take them out when people have gone out of their way and spent their time and money to achieve certain things. Very uncool
  13. This guy is just starting fights
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