Competition: Week 1: Fiction

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Week 1: Fiction

Your Clan has announced a questionable alliance in the face of great adversity. What was merely supposed to be a one-off mission of convenience has become a life or death situation wherein you may have to work with members of another Clan to survive. With bad blood on both sides from past wars and personal grudges, and plenty of conflicting philosophies, it’s no stretch of the imagination to say that you may be a bit conflicted. Are you displeased with the change going on around you? Do you fight to oppose it? Or do you rise with the tides to meet it?

In at least 750 words of any style, describe how your character (and any other characters you may wish to logically include) feels about and deals with the news of the alliance as the battle in the skies over New Tython begins. Grading will be based on the Voice fiction rubric.

Competition Information
Parent Competition
[COU-ARC] Tides of Change
Organized by
Master Ruka Tenbriss Ya-ir, Governor Tierra Suha'sen, Seer A'lora Kituri, Legorii Arconae
Running time
2015-05-20 until 2015-05-27 (8 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents
Participants
28 subscribers, of which 18 have participated.
Results
Member
Champion Rajhin Cindertail
Submission
Champion Rajhin Cindertail opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
1st place
Member
Brigadier General Revak K'Urr
Submission
Brigadier General Revak K'Urr opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
2nd place
Member
Vivibelle Baenre
Textual submission

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F0VlCbvSQFqQnqupUP1Xye8pgdEmmDFu40EQFVhBQeU/edit?usp=sharing

Placement
3rd place
Member
General Daniel Stephens
File submission
Week_1.docx
Placement
4th place
Member
General Stres'tron'garmis
Textual submission

https://docs.google.com/document/d/18cU4RNHLVjGi28mz7OzfTkJfJkqxtsgHoHVD1cLXEcw/edit?usp=sharing

Placement
5th place
Member
Torin Ardell
File submission
Feud_Fiction_Torin.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
A deleted dossier
File submission
Week_1_fiction.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Nashiro Kakos
File submission
20150525-(ToS)_A_Secret_Assignment.docx
Textual submission

A Secret Assignment - Nashiro Kakos weighs in on the Arcona/Odan-Urr alliance.

Placement
No placement
Member
Nikola Valtiere Erinos
File submission
Tides_of_Change_week_1.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Aaleeshah
Submission
Aaleeshah opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Captain Aryn "Jade" Erinos-Magnuri
File submission
TidesofChangeWeekI-Fiction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Member
Sa Ool
File submission
Tides_of_Change_Competition_Week_1_Fiction.rtf
Placement
No placement
Member
Lambow
File submission
Tides_of_Change_-_Week_1_Fiction_-_Lambow_-_3155.docx
Textual submission

Submission added in MS Word format.

Placement
No placement
Member
Archpriestess Aay'han Agrona Beviin
Textual submission

The door gave a satisfactory hiss as it closed behind the Shadow Lady of Arcona. She was tired, weary of the long day ahead of her on the morrow and of the day that had just passed. Without too much thought, she carefully removed the decorative binding that hid her sightless gaze. She knew she was not alone; Atyiru could see the aura of the woman that hid within the shadows of her darkened Chambers.

"I can see you sister." Her voice was calm; she wasn't at all at peace. Too many conflicting opinions buzzed in her mind, and here was another soul to add to her burdens.

"... I know." The Iridonian's voice sounded as she felt, disconnected and drained. "I know you do not need it but could you turn the lights on please?" The Miraluka obliged, uncertain if this was a welcomed visit.

Nath's pitch eyes blinked rapidly as she adjusted to the illuminated room, she sat at Atyiru's desk but had not touched a thing upon it. In her hand she nursed a small but strong shot of caff; it had gone cold hours ago but she had yet to drink it. The scent masked the smell of Tihaar rather well.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Inquired the Miraluka as she sat on the opposite side of her desk, she fell heavily into the chair, her slight weight making the leather protest mutely.

"You sound how I feel." Remarked Nath quietly as she inspected her sister. Atyiru had already began appraising her sister's aura, the small speckle within her head had grown, it looked more akin to a sarcoma now, connecting and weaving its way into her aura. There was much pain there, Atty had never asked what had happened upon her Master's death but it had changed her, now all she could see from the Iridonian was constant pain. Even the slightest movement sent a ripple of it within her.

"I highly doubt that." Remarked the Consul dryly. "I haven't seen you in many months."

"No, I had never needed an appointment before now so I decided to skip the foreplay." So much anger buzzed in her head, it lashed out in her words without even trying.

"I know you were at the leadership meeting even if you hid yourself." The Miraluka wasn't angry for this but couldn't help but point out her sister's intrusion.

"I may as well have not bothered, everyone in the room knew I was watching." Atyiru gave a slight nod of agreement.

"And what do you think?“ Pressing Nath did not ever yield results and so Atyiru backed down to gentle enquiry.

"You seek my opinion?" Nath could barely believe her ears, but she took a moment to consider her words, as she did so she took a half empty bottle of Tihaar from next to her boots and served two glasses.

Atyiru waited patiently, taking the glass when offered. A deep inhalation was taken before she drank down the contents. The satisfying burning sensation of the strong concoction was welcomed.

"I do not know what to think yet, I will serve as is my duty, I will die for you if it is what you will." Nath spoke solemnly but did not give her sister chance to speak out before continuing. "I have my affairs in order do not trouble yourself, however, I would pick your allies carefully, do not trust in the Jedi to find salvation. Peace is a lie and I do not care how much you believe it not to be."

"I wish to give us purpose Nath." She placed the glass back upon the desk, Nath drained her own, the cup of caff lay close by forgotten for now.

"And purpose you have given us, you dance on a knife point to give something not all of us wish for."

"What do you mean?“ Atyiru asked looking carefully at her sister, she saw the same pose that the Iridonian always gave, defensive, arms crossed loosely.

"I am weary sister, the universe seems to get dimmer with each passing day and I do not know how to stop it." The confession burned in her throat, it hurt almost as much as existence did. "When this is over I wish to see him. I deserve more than one day of true happiness."

Neither woman had to speak his name, of course they had both been there, Atyiru knew to whom Nath had bound her body and soul with.

"You miss him."

"Every day." She confirmed unable to look her sister in the eye as was normally Nath's custom. "When this is over I will be taking a short leave."

"Of course." Atyiru was glad Nath would stay until the end, she couldn't deny her sister her wish.

"Whilst I remain on the Nighthawk I will be your eyes and ears. I suggest you invest in a few more around Arcona."

Atyiru pondered on the idea and eventually nodded her head in agreement, she knew very well that not everyone was content with the decision. As yet she had not heard Nath's thoughts and decided now was a good a time as any to inquire.

"What do you think of this alliance? Saying what you have is not an opinion." The Miraluka placed the glass back upon the desk and Nath dutifully refilled it as she did her own.

"...What does it matter? My opinion counts for nothing."

"It matters to me." The pause Nath took to reply was long, honestly she had no idea what to make of this situation.

"I believe that once our common enemy is gone we will have problems. Once the reason that binds us is gone there will be another war on our hands. In some respects I suppose it will be useful, we need a culling and a way to prove our newer recruits into our ranks. Why not war with the Jedi? Our philosophies differ so much there is no possible way to find harmony."

Atyiru gave a another acknowledging nod of her head, taking the now filled glass. The pair remains thus for the rest of the night until the bottle was empty and they had found more liquor to quench themselves with.

Placement
No placement
Member
Trideo Arkson
File submission
tides_of_change.doc
Placement
No placement
Member
Padawan Tisto Kingang
Textual submission

Smuggler’s Run

A Bright red Kom’kr-class transport flew towards the battle over New Tython at a steady pace. It was only 200 kilometers from the planet. The ship was called the Lobster. It was an older ship, maybe two decades old. The ship had some dents and dings, but looked nearly new, despite the countless jobs it had been on.

Inside sat four men. One an older smuggler, and co-pilot of the ship, Darius. He was a middle age human, with grey hair covered by a floppy hat. Controlling one of the guns was the middle aged Gand Akrios, who was one of the original smugglers aboard the vessel twenty years ago. Across from him on another gun was Crasis a Zabrak of about eighteen years, and a friend of the current leader. The Pilot and leader of the smuggling group, was a sixteen year old Nautolan named Scheat.

“Scheat we are nearing the battle over New Tython. May I remind you that this ship has never seen major combat before?” asked an aging Human, Darius.

The blue skinned Nautolan Jedi, and smuggler, Scheat, who was incharge of the ship laughed. “Darius we may have never seen battle, but our enemy hasn’t seen us. What is the big deal?”

“Sir, incase you don’t know we are flying in with only Clan Odan-Urr knowing who we are. I just got word over the comlink that clan Arcona is fighting on our side.” Darius replied. “I would rather not be shot down in a two on one battle due to confusion!”

“Darius, we will be fine. Alot worse has happened to this baby.” Scheat replied. “Akrios, Crasis, we are heading in. Keep the guns ready.”

“Yes sir,” the Gand and the Zabrak said in unison.

“Scheat,” Darius continued. “Arcona is the Shadow Clan, can they be trusted?”

“Well that depends. Are they slavers?” Scheat answered.

“Sir I hardly think that is the most pertinent thing here. The rumors I have heard while we engage in these smuggling runs… Arcona are brutal and they are not called the Shadow Clan for nothing. But no. Not to my knowledge.” Darius replied.

“Darius, if they are not slavers, we do not care. If Odan-Urr has sided with them then we can trust them for now. Ok 150 klics out. Crasis, Akrios ready the turrets.” Scheat called out. “Darius you are my co-pilot, and since my father died you and Akrios have been father figures in my life, but sometimes you have to trust me. I’m not the same kid I was six years ago. I am a Jedi now. Even though Arcona is the ‘dark side’ it doesn’t mean we can’t be allies.”

“Scheat, i know you are different from the other Jedi. I know you don’t care about the dark or light, as long as you are helping people, but your mother was a Jedi, and yes I know she died last year, and she knew that the Dark side was not to be trusted.” Darius said in a fatherly manner.

“Darius. I may not have as much knowledge as you,” Scheat said. “But sometimes you just have to trust people. Now if i find out any of these folks are slavers or work with slavers, we will leave. Its the only reason I will leave. 100 klics out. Crasis Akrios, do you have anything we can shoot at yet?”

“Not yet,” responded the Zabrak.

“Damn. We will have to get closer. I truly wish we couldn’t damage this ship. It's too beautiful,” Laughed the Nautolan. “Any as for your worried Darius, we can’t change what has been done. Only what will be done. My youth may be an asset in this alliance. I haven’t had time to get all grouchy as most other Jedi. either that or it's because I’m a smuggler and like to bend and break rules. This hasn’t seemed to affect your decisions before Darius, so why now?”

The Human merely shrugged. “I don’t know Scheat. I just don’t want you to die because you didn’t know what you were getting into. The shadow Clan could eat you alive. There are many more skilled than you unfortunately. I’m worried about your safety.”

“My safety?!” Scheat exclaimed laughing. “I have out flown trandoshan Slavers because it was fun. I have almost died about a hundred times and now you are worried about my safety?”

“We knew what we were getting into before. Now we are clueless to the enemy. I don’t like it.” Darius replied almost offhandedly.

“You may be right. I’ll watch my back and all. 50 meters and closing. Everyone get ready for some fun!”

Placement
No placement
Member
Corvus Corax
Textual submission

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WXI71KQwVRX_VJSbydWhDiQfN9B10ZO-Nbs4ZXEXvOo/edit?usp=sharing

Placement
No placement
Member
Consul Ikarri Itinen
File submission
AllianceFiction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Member
Mar Sûl
Submission
Mar Sûl opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement