Competition: #CharacterQuestion 8

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#CharacterQuestion 8

Prompt: All of our characters have Disciplines. Those Disciplines grant unique Feats for our characters, along with everything else we may select for them.

But the question remains, how important are those Discipline Feats for our characters?

Rules: in a fiction with 500 words or more, and focusing on one of your sheeted characters, write a piece of fiction where your character's Discipline Feats have a huge impact. How this happens is up to you.

Submissions: Submissions must be done in .Word, .PDF, or via the submit text box below.

Grading: Grading will be done via the Fiction Rubric 3.0

Good luck, everyone! Have fun!

Competition Information
Parent Competition
#CharacterQuestion
Organized by
Combat Master "Aequitas" Anderson
Running time
2023-03-07 until 2023-04-01 (26 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
12 subscribers, of which 4 have participated.
Results
Member
Qyreia Arronen
Submission
Qyreia Arronen opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
1st place
Member
Moff Alethia Archenksova
File submission
Character Question #8.pdf
Textual submission

In which Vez gets very freaked out by Mechu-deru and nopes out of Techweaver.

Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Ghost Sythe
Member
Ghost Sythe
Textual submission

Feat: Constant Vigilance

The streets of Zsoldos were often a dangerous place to walk at night. If it wasn't the local gang known as the Gutter-Boyz, stirring up trouble, it was often some other degenerate trying to make ends meet.

Juda?

He literally didn't care. He walked among the riff-raff as a King. His own gang, Slaret Orat, or in the basic tongue Bloodhorn, were never very far. Still, he enjoyed the solitude of walking the streets alone. It gave him time to think. As he pondered life and the ever nagging anxiety that stemmed from parenthood and running the Underworld of the Mandalorian planet which he would eventually control in full. The Proconsul strode, his powerful gait slow and deliberate as he pulled a cigar from his suit pocket and bit down on it.

Sparks became flame as he thumbed his lighter and puffed an ember into existence. He took the moment to pause, not because he desired the aroma of the Iridonian tobacco between his lips. He paused to allow the being that had been following him time to catch up.

His datapad chimed in his pocket, but would go ignored as nothing was going to ruin his stroll through the yard. A term he used to refer to the local center of commerce and trade hub of the city he governed.

With his sense dialed into his surroundings, he hears the clatter of something down an adjacent alley. It was the rattle of inexperience. He had his suspicions on who it was but would curb any finger pointing and wait until the tail revealed themselves. It was only a matter of time, besides, he hated being wrong. Continuing his walk, he took turns that lead to winding alleys and corridors lined with spice addicts looking for a handout, droids carrying out their programming, and any other patron of the night life.

Subtle shifts of footwork sliding against the grated walkways triggered Juda's exceptional hearing as he took in a deep draw. The cherry at the end of his lips painted his ghoulish visage in an eerie light and his eyes flicked to his right. The sensation of spiders crawling up his spine was a feeling he only ever got when someone was creeping up from behind.

"Ya know, you have the subtlety of a rampaging Wampa." He spoke, seemingly to himself before a figure rounded the corner. "I thought I taught you better than that, Lugar." His frightening face cracked a smirk.

"How'd you know it was me, Dad?"

"I've listened to your footsteps since you learned to walk. I can recognize them anywhere."

"Are you gonna tell mom?"

Juda laughed and tussle his son's blue mowhawk. "Of course."

Lugar sneered. "Admit it, I almost had you."

"You didn't. Not by a long shot, kiddo. Now come on, let's get back. Your Mother is far more terrifying than your old man."

Juda flicked his cigar, sending it tumbling in a cascade of sparks and wrapped his arm around his son's shoulders.

"Ya know, someday you'll be running this outfit."

The two continued their talk as they strode down the street until their words faded from earshot. It had been a long day.

Placement
3rd place
Member
Sivall Tenbriss Ya-ir Zoria
File submission
CharacterQuestion8 Fiction Post.pdf
Placement
No placement