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Belief and Purpose

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The hunt done, the meal finished, the Masassi returned to their posts. Laveaus had been trying to participating as much as possible in their daily activities. There was nobility in what many called savagery. She didn't want them to listen just because the Mistress told them to, she wanted their respect as well. It was a different way of thinking to what she was used to, and as the lethan woman gazed out over the green canopy below her mind replayed the events that had brought her here.

Vor'sha Quarters, (Nar Shadda)

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Telessa steps clipped echoing in the safe house. As she came down the stair she heard Khorde running to catch up. Her head half turned to see the young man get even with her. “You did well Khorde, thank you for picking me up.” She responded her voice still tense with her annoyance.

Khorde took off his helmet and looked over, his lips quirked up and he shrugged. “No problem Tele. It let me fly a little.” He rolled the helmet in his hand and chuckled. “Quite a run.. Your friends shoot each other often?” he looked over the blue eyes sparkling.

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On the Edge of Existence

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Jaakra held tight to the holdout blaster The White Lady ensured she left with. None of the Chiss here had tried to take it from her. They had pulled her out of kolto stasis for another battery of tests. She was starting to feel like a pincushion, she was still sick as hell. Fever burned her brain making more than basic interaction a chore, and her skin felt like it was trying to crawl away on its own.

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Waiting...

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Argus kept glancing back over his shoulder at the prisoner. Finally the Sgt had enough.

"Private the guy isn't going anywhere, he's got enough tranquil in him to put a rancor out for a week."

"If-if you say so Sarge"

Moving forward

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She watched as each armor piece was wrapped in hazmat bag, her face held taunt. As the imperial researcher went to grab the helmet she put her hand out, "No.." she said to still the woman movement, who looked up at her through the hazmat goggles.

The Inner Struggle

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Finding Prey

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Recipe for Home Made Laundry Detergent/Fabric Softener

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For Tele and anyone else who is interested in the recipe....
Home Made Laundry Detergent
Makes 18lbs of Detergent

Ingredients:

1 Box of Super Washing Soda (3lb 7oz)
1 Box of Borax (12lbs 4oz)
1 Box of Pure Baking Soda (4lbs)
3 Bars of Ivory Soap
1 Container of Oxy Clean (1.3lbs)
1 Container of Purex Crystals (28oz)
1 Plastic Bin w/Lid

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The Dark Edge of Deep Space

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Woken from a deep sleep Lavaeus bolted upright in bed, throwing the sheets back she stormed from her chambers, her saberstaff coming to her hand as she passed through the door.. The three subordinates present froze as the Sith Lord strode nake into the cockpit of the transport. While most recently full of a cold calculated control, the Sith Assassin was known to have bouts of wild rage, whether this was one or not, none of them were interested in being caught staring.

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Adventures in Babysitting ((Anabela))

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“You can’t dunk her in the hot tub!”

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Ba’raka was already holding the girl’s little blue body at arm’s length and dipping her into the warm, bubbling water. Ana grimaced.

“Well, no one is going to want to use THAT for a while….”

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The New Normal

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“She’s not as blue as I expected.”

Raana chuckled quietly and lay back against the couch cushions, stretching out as Ana rocked Azanis in a nearby chair. She watched the pair, her mouth turning downward slightly at the look on her sister’s face as she held her newborn niece.

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From Ashes ((Raana))

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It had been 25 years since she had stepped foot in this place….

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Guild Barracks

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Since a guild flagship with a barracks seems like a far away nicety, I've taken in upon myself to make a barracks for Project Invicta.

IC, they are located "downstairs" from the Project's HQ. OOC, I've placed a stronghold on DK, and opened it enough for there to be a max of 20 occupants.

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Awakening ((Anabela))

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Ana felt like she was waking from a coma.

When you are unconscious, you dream. And sometimes you struggle to the surface, and it is hard to tell whether you are still dreaming or not. The reality blurs with the dreams and you lose touch with what is real and what is not.

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Sploosh!

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Darasuum Aliit ((Anabela))

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Raana left Ba’raka and Tiakos standing in the hallway, staring awkwardly at one another while she gently shut the bedroom door and locked it. She gave them both a look as she ducked back inside, chuckling quietly, “Girl stuff, you boys understand.” Once the door was closed, she turned to Tara.

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Kebo: Battle for Balmorra

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The sky had visibly darkened as the imperial armada moved in and began their orbital assault on the planet. A green hue casts over the land and the horrifying sound of the dreadnaughts cannons filled the air. The cannons stopped and squadrons of bombers shrieked through the sky dropping more pin-pointed attacks on anti-infantry emplacements making way for the wave of troops waiting to storm the gates and take the factories.

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Tantrum ((Anabela))

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Ana started when Ba’raka stepped into the room, hiding something behind her back. The room was an absolute mess, strewn with clothes EVERYWHERE. Every closet in the ship had been torn apart it seemed and he noted from the corner of his eyes that one wall seemed oddly bare. He was pretty sure something had been hanging there when he left earlier that morning. He approached, folding his arms over his chest.

“What are we doing today sweetness, playing dress up?”

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Unbroken ((Anabela))

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Raana paced back and forth across the hangar floor until Tiakos finally reached out a hand to stop her. Before she could jerk her arm away he tugged her in close, his open palm sliding across her round, firm belly.

“Peace cyare… she vhill be home safe soon.”

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Date Night

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Tara wiped her brow with the back of her hand. It seemed the spices she added to the strips of nerf steak were a little more pungent than she had expected. She took a handful of green, leafy herbs to bring the temperature down. Tasting a slice, she nods to herself and slides the meat onto the serving platter to rest. She'd spent a good amount of time on the gravy sauce it was cooked in, but didn't see it as an inconvenience because she had a date with the man she loved.

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Out of Darkness ((Anabela))

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"Ana... baby, please. You gotta try to eat."

He picked up a piece of bread from the tray he was carrying and offered it to her gently. She pulled her knees up to her chin, pressing her back to the headboard of the bed. She turned her head, her eyes blank as she again refused the food. He sighed, placing the bread back on the tray and scooting closer. His arm slipped around her waist and he pressed his face to her shoulder, shaking his head.

"Please," he whispered, "I don't know what else to do."

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Severed ((Anabela))

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Ana heard nothing once the blackness fell.

The universe winked out of existence. It was hard to describe. It was almost like floating in space, only there were no stars, no point of origin by which to navigate. Someone floating through space would still feel their body, still know who they were, have memories of the things they had done and the life they had lead.

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Ghosts ((Brynn))

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Sometimes Brynn regretted killing her sister.

She paced the living room of her ship, swinging her arms in agitation. She was restless, unfocused... why? Her thoughts returned to earlier and her teeth gnashed, grinding together. Inside her head came a soft, lilting chuckle.

"Driving you crazy... isn't it?"

Lullaby

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CHICKEN DANCE!!!

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Just found out there's a chicken dance for both male and female that are different in TOR. They come from Arrested Development. Here's a sneek peak....

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50 Shades of Hell Yeah!

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50 Shades of Grey comes out this week... AWW YEAH!

This'll be me....

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Friends of Old ((Anabela))

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“You sure you’re ready for this old man?”

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