Competition: [CSP/CNS] Gone in 60 Seconds

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[CSP/CNS] Gone in 60 Seconds

This event is the second round’s fiction competition. Please subscribe to it for competition details. Submissions from members outside of CSP and CNS will be disqualified from the event.

Scoring: Minimum 500 words. Grading will be based off of the fiction grading rubric and adherence to the given prompt. Scores will be averaged between the four Summit members for a final overall score. The final placements will be reviewed by the Deputy Grand Master. Must be submitted as an attached file (.doc, .docx, .pdf, .txt). Shared GDocs will not be accepted, so if that is where you are writing it, when finished go to File>Download as and choose a file format.

Competition Information
Parent Competition
[CSP/CNS] Shattered Ties
Organized by
Professor Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar, Lord Idris Adenn, Epis Locke Sonjie, Telaris "Mav" Cantor
Running time
2016-07-18 until 2016-08-01 (15 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
36 subscribers, of which 21 have participated.
Results
Member
A deleted dossier
File submission
Gone_in_60_Seconds_-_Darth_Vexatus_188.docx
Placement
1st place
Member
Aurora "Aura" Ta'var
File submission
BladeTavar_Innerdemons-2.pdf
Textual submission

Enjoy.

Placement
2nd place
Member
Lord Muz Ashen Keibatsu
File submission
3714-gonein60seconds.txt
Placement
3rd place
Member
General Zentru'la
File submission
SP34.pdf
Placement
4th place
5th place
Sage Enzo Dek
Member
Sage Enzo Dek
File submission
ST_Comp_GI60S.docx
Placement
5th place
Member
Archangel Palpatine
File submission
7589-Fiction2.doc
Placement
7th place
8th place
Qor Kith
Member
Qor Kith
File submission
GoneIn60Seconds.pdf
Placement
8th place
Member
Master Bentre Stahoes
Textual submission

His breaths came in large heaves as the man leaned his shoulder against the wall. The wall was cool to the touch, which gave him some temporary relief. He had never been prepared for all this. The Dark Brotherhood was crazier than he had ever figured, even from what the Markosian Quaestor had told him. He had lost his initial artifact to that blue-eyed Zeltron.

The encounter should have went so much different. Zachary was quicker than she was, he seemed to be stronger than she was. If he had pressed his attack he could have cut her down and taken his prize. The Dark Jedi couldn’t seem to stop himself from trying to talk the girl down, however. In the end of it all, it had cost him their little contest. Despite the fact that Ta’var didn’t seem to hold a particular malice toward the Corellian, her desire to win trumped his own.

*Perhaps if I were just able to bring myself to kill, if I could drop these old Jedi-ingrained habits, maybe it would have ended differently. Perhaps that would have granted me the edge I needed.*

He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He had been growing too lax among the likes of the Anzat Quaestor, Marcus Kiriyu and a number of the Sons and Daughters of Sadow he had brushed shoulders with during his tenure in the Clan. If he was not more careful he would end up sacrificing his own morals. His pursuit of his destiny, his obedience to the supposed will of the Force would drive him, but there were some lines he refused to cross.

Drawing a slow breath, Zachary compressed a button on the side of his comm’s transmitter. “This is O’Maille to CNS Mission Command. I repeat, this is Zachary O’Maille, reporting to CNS Mission Command from the surface of Mygeeto. I have a package in my possession. I am requesting extraction.”

The receiver crackled for a moment. “Affirmative, O’Maille. Shuttle Beta-Four is en route to a spot about 2 km north of your current position. Stay safe.”

As he pocketed the comm again, the Sorcerer slid a hand up into his robes. After fishing out for a moment, he withdrew a datapad from within its folds. The device activated with a low hum, projecting a small projection of the terrain. Glancing at his compass, he took a note of the direction, adjusted the device and examined it more closely.

A crack pulled the man’s attention from the device. As the Corellian turned, looking up he saw the sunken cheeks and the barely hidden snarl of a Clawdite peering down at him, with a blaster pistol pointed down at him. The Loyalist motioned at the small box clutched in the Sorcerer’s hand. “Go on now, put it down. This doesn’t have to end messily.”

“Wait,” Zachary scowled, “a Clawdite, wearing Naga Sadow colors who I haven’t met? You have *spy* written all over you. You may want to identify yourself first.”

“I am Aexod Burgoo,” the Clawdite hissed. “You evidently don’t care much for Sapphire Squadron to have not met me.”

“Don’t take it in such poor sport,” O’Maille flashed an insincere smile. As the Clawdite snarled at the man, the Corellian threw out his arm. The lightsaber in his hands flew out in a tight arc, twirling toward his Sadowan opponent and slicing through the blaster in his right hand. Zachary raised his hand, catching the weapon as it returned to him like a boomerang.

Before Burgoo could respond, the Savant turned and began to sprint toward the extraction point. If one of his own House turned on him, he hated to think about the response from the rest of his Clan, not to mention the Palatinae themselves. This was going to be a long day, Force preserve him.

Placement
9th place
10th place
Aylin Sajark
Member
Aylin Sajark
File submission
Gone_in_60_seconds.docx
Placement
10th place
Member
Maximus Alvinius
Textual submission

Clutching the artifact tight, Cruise knew his time was limited in escaping back to safety. His communication link had been disabled for the past 3 hours with CNS and Red Fury Pirate interference and he knew following the valley back to where his ship was would be filled with Dark Jedi waiting to pounce.

He suddenly remembered Xen speaking of an old junkyard within the area that would be used for rally point if anyone were to come into contact with the artifact and comms were lost. Within this graveyard of ships would be scattered pieces of parts placed strategically in order to power an old star fighter. Downside would be figuring out how to find the parts, install, and correctly pilot the fighter.

Cruise thought to himself that luckily flying has always been one of the few things he had been good at. Quickly Cruise began running towards the area of the graveyard. Within minutes he already came upon 3 Red Pirates combing through a couple of slain corpses along the path. He sensed something in the Force within seconds of watching the Pirates and planning his attack. The disturbance was one of rage, and power. As he felt it stronger, Cruise knew this disturbance before. Within seconds a Dark Jedi appeared suddenly and became to strike down the Pirates. One by one the blade hacked through them limb by limb. This wasn't the work of someone who wanted to defend themselves, but of one who wanted to ensure they died the worse death possible for crossing them.

Cruise slowly walked up behind the Dark Jedi as they were just finishing cutting off the last limbs of the 3rd Pirate.

“Thanks for the help Cruise. I was wondering when you were going to attack them.” Blade said while unveiling her hood.

“You always were the fighter Blade. I like to approach my situations were strategically and if needed handle my enemies quickly.” Cruise said.

“You Grey Jedi, all work and no fun. True power comes in total annihilation and complete terror of our enemies so that no one will ever follow in their foot steps again. That is the true power of Scholae Palatinae” Blade exclaimed while stabbing the last clinging to life pirate through the throat.

“Well I'm a pilot at heart. I'll leave the torturing, ground and pound business to you Sith. Speaking of piloting I have a fighter to fix and fly out.” Cruise said with a smirk.

“You cannot abandoned the mission until it is complete Cruise. Even you are bound by oath to the Emperor, or should you flee he will have your head.” Blade said while raising her saber in towards him.

“Woah, slow down. You might want to take a look at this.” Cruise said while pulling a glowing blue object from under his armor as Blade's eye began to open in amazement.

“Where did you..” Blade said as Cruise quickly interrupted her with “No time for explanations, let's get the hell to that ship and back to the Emperor.

The two made their way to the ship graveyard and ultimately off the planet and to the Emperor.

Placement
No placement
Member
Lucyeth
File submission
gone_in_60_seconds.pdf
Textual submission

Lucyeth
#13700

Placement
No placement
Member
Aul Celsus
File submission
RunRunRun.pdf
Placement
No placement
Member
General Kell Palpatine Dante
Textual submission

The Long Run

Darkness surrounded him as as looked out overr the deserted landsape before him. Although it had a been a rough few weeks, Dante was ready to go home to a nice warm bed and turn in this artifact that seemed to be one of the major reasons for this excruciatingly long mission. The LZ wasn't too much further, but the local fores and Sadowites were making it hard to get off world before being over taken by either of the pursuing groups.

Whatever the in Dante's pack was must be something fairly important as it absolutely glowed in the Force. That didn't bode well for his chances to get through the hunter teams from Naga Sadow, and the various local forces had joined the hunt to make it even more interesting to extricate himself from this situation.

Terrain was a major issue for speed of movement, but it did help with cover and concealment as Dante made his way along a crevice that descended further down the large hill. Just as Kell thought that he might have been able to evade his enemies, they were waiting for him at the bottom exit of the crevice.
Blaster bolts came raining down from the crest of the hill to his left, but Dante kept crawling long until he reached the relative safety of the next ridge line.

After Kell crested the ridge, he used the Force to bound to the next line of rock formations, but all the Obelisk found was another group of local forces that were trying to kill all of the Force users that were stealing from the pirates.

Turning to shoot, Dante fell onto his back and let loose another barrage that pinned down one group of enemy forces, and he launched a couple of grenades from his AXM-50 at another squad that was trying to flank him. Glancing at hit map, Kell knew that he was close, and he launched another salvo of grenades at the first group since the fire had stopped from the flanking squad. The large man knew that he was a big target, but this was going to be his only chance as he could feel the Sadowites beginning to close in on his position.

The Field Marshal made a run for the LAAT, and he hoped that he had done enough that they would be able to clear out for the air cover started laying down a bombardment on their heads.

Dante jupe daboard the LLAT and smiled. Finally, he was able to get on this rock. “Give me a comm unit! Now!” he yelled as he made his way up to the cockpit of the transport. “This is Nightstalker Five... Commence bombardment of grid coordinaes Whiskey Tango 55540 by 40032.... once agan.... commence bombardment at Whiskey Tango 55540 by 40032... End transmission.”

The leader of the clan's ground forces looked over at his men and said “So.... free booze for all of you guys at Big Daddy's when we get back!”

The men cheered to the conclusion of yet another successful mission.

Placement
No placement
Member
Tribune Kanal O'neill
File submission
delakfeudsub.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Adept Mune Cinteroph
File submission
Gone_in_60_Seconds.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Rosh Nyine
File submission
Fiction.pdf
Textual submission

Not exactly what was asked for, but my own vision of the end of the conflict.

Placement
No placement
Member
Benn Nevis
File submission
Kasador.doc
Textual submission

Thank you to the four of you who let me use you in this fiction.

Placement
No placement
Member
Adept DarkHawk Sadow
File submission
DH_Fued_Fiction.docx
Textual submission

Warrior Darkhawk
Pin #264

Placement
No placement
Member
Mar Sûl
Submission
Mar Sûl opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Grand Inquisitor Morax Darkblade
Submission
Grand Inquisitor Morax Darkblade opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Duke Kojiro Keibatsu Sadow
File submission
Gonein60Seconds-8106-Ophelia.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
A deleted dossier
Textual submission

At the heart of red furry base with the sith holocron clipped to my belt, I ran.
Crimson lightsaber in one hand, pistol In the other I sliced through anyone who got in my way.
To my annoyance, there were a lot who got in my way.
But it was no matter.
They learned the hard way, watching as the life left their eyes as I ripped through the entire base like a whirling storm of bloodshed.
I smiled.
The pitiless fools payed for their foolishness.
The few who were left made a great deal to stay out od my way, but then they didn't have much room, clan nar sadaw had arrived at the entrance and in-between 2 groups of hostiles, it made getting out alive a lot harder.
War broke out, blaster fire crossing through the air as I took to cover.
“Come on, not now” I said aloud.
I was so close to getting off world with the holocron and then everything goes back to where it was.
Not good.
I crept outside past the fighting to find my troubles had only just begun.
fusion cannons lined the bridge each manned by the red furry pirates, cutting off any way of getting off world.
“Drop the holocron and put your hands where I can see them” I turned slightly to find that while i was surveying the scene, I hadn't payed attention to behind me.
I regretfully raised my hands as a human male slowly took the holocron from my belt.
“And to think you’re the best they have to offer?” I glared angrily.
No one made a fool out of me.
“Come on, first I’m going to make you dig your own grave, and then I’m going to bury you alive” he said as he handed his pistol in my back.
He wasn't as clever as he thought or he would of been more careful.
He marched me out to a spot of snow.
“Get digging” he laughed as if was some funny joke.
I started clawing at the snow, pulling it back making the hole deeper and wider.
He'd gotten to near my legs.
I swung them around taking them out behind him.
He stumbled down into the makeshift grave and I smiled retrieving my prize.
I ignited my saber and and smiled.
My hands were cold, if they weren't naturally blue, they'd be blue by now.
“You were going to kill me, it only seems fair that I do the same to you” I smiled as he tried clearing out.
I swung, and his arms fell to the ground soaking blood everywhere.
He screamed in agony, and I laughed.
“Have fun, I've got some secrets to uncovet”
I walked away, his screams of agony sounding out amongst the ruined cities.
This had turned into quite a eventful day now all I needed to do was blast out of here.
I trudged away from the would be killer and made my way to my old battered converted tie fighter, splashed with a mixture of blue black paint.
I hoped in the pilot's seat and throttled the engine and blasted out of there, taking any anti aircraft guns out on my way up.
Finally free from mygeeto…

Placement
No placement