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A piece of EverQuest fiction written for LJ friend Shrokk:
The bull gator floated slowly in the slow moving of the river. This was its favorite hunting spot, where the edge of the jungle gave way to the swamp. Prey was plentiful here and he’d driven off or devoured any others that would hunt here. This had allowed him to mature and grow to an astonishing eighteen feet in length.
The old bull turned as he scented the faint tang of blood on the water and heard something splashing slightly upriver. He flared his nostrils and took a better scent as he began slowly moving towards the disturbance.
Ah, a kobold was trying to swim his river. And a wounded one at that. The bull twitched his tail and swam faster towards his next meal. Within a few moments he had reached the frantically twitching kobold. With a sudden snap of his powerful jaws he took down the small humanoid.
As he began to swallow the tasty morsel the bull felt a sharp pain in the roof of his mouth. And next he noticed some kind of line leading from his mouth back to the shore. He attempted to swim to the opposite bank, but felt a painful tug from the pain in his mouth. Something was dragging him back towards the wrong shore.
The gator struggled; even attempting to roll and break whatever had caught him. But he was still slowly drawn towards the shoreline. As he was dragged up onto the land the bull saw a large ogre holding the other end of the line that had caught him.
The gator bellowed his challenge and charged his tormentor. The ogre roared in return, dropping the line and charging forward waving a huge hammer.
Shrokk leaned on his war maul and grinned down at the corpse of the giant gator. It had been a good fight. The beast had put up a hard struggle, but Shrokk had again proved himself to be the strongest. Slinging the animal’s tail over one broad shoulder he gathered up his heavy fishing line and dragged his kill back to the camp.
In his brute head Shrokk was already counting the silver Old Rocktooth would pay him for all this hide. And Grimeye the Shaman was always willing to buy teeth, especially from a bull gator this large. Plus plenty of meats for gator stew for the next several days. Yum!
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Blame David Brothers for this. Him and Kalinara. I, as usual, am faultless...
( My new DC 'verse OTP )
Remember, blame them. Not me...
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This one goes behind a cut, since its not only a Star Wars fic, but an EROTIC one. Mostly to see if I could write one. Erotica that is, I already knew I could write Star Wars fiction:
( Post-Traumatic Stress Relief )
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The first of two longer Star Wars fanfics I've done. Written because Ewoks are AWESOME and TERRIBLE and everyone should accept this:
Yub YubCorporal Torque ran wildly between the gigantic trees. He’d given up trying to radio for help. Like any of the damned officers in the command post would risk themselves out here.
Fuck, he thought, where the hell was he? Torque ran the GPS heads up display in his helmet and tried to figure out his position. At the same time he clutched his blaster rifle and tried to keep an eye out for movement in the underbrush.
Ok then, he should only be about a ½ mile from one of the speeder bike depots. If he were lucky there’d still be a bike there. Not that today had been lucky. He and the rest of his unit had gone out this morning on a standard patrol. Sure, there had been mention of possible Rebel activity, but those scum were hardly a worry. But then everyone had felt the same way about the Endor natives. The damned fur balls were CUTE for the Emperor’s sake.
Of course they weren’t so cute anymore when they ambushed his patrol. The first warning that everything had gone to hell was when a rebel in camo had popped up and put a blaster bolt in the L.T.s back. And then the furry bastards had swarmed them. As Torque blasted his way free of the melee he’d seen Sgt. Moloch go down with a damned ARROW sticking from his throat. And so as the Endorians and Rebels butchered his unit, Torque broke and ran. Abrams and Sulk had gone with him, but Sulk had fallen into some kind of pit trap. And Abrams had gotten himself squashed by a rock dropped form a fucking hang-glider.
And the whole time Torque’s communicator was screaming as the same thing happened to every other unit in the field. Those few reinforcements sent out just ran into even more ambushes. He’d finally turned the communicator off in disgust.
For a while he thought he’d found a way to safety. He and a half-dozen other troopers had regrouped around an AT-ST. It was simply lovely watching the giant assault walker chase the furry bastards down. And then the evil little fuckers had sent a mess of cut logs rolling down a hill. The AT-ST had gotten tripped up on the wooden cylinders and had gone crashing down. As the walker burned, the Endorians had come charging back in. Torque had barely gotten away again as everyone scattered.
He only had one goal now. Get to the shuttle pad, catch a ride up to one of the ships in the orbiting fleet and laugh as a StarDestroyer glassed the moon.
As Torque reached the speeder depot he looked around cautiously. No bikes, but no sign of the twisted little fur balls either. He bolted from the tree line, planning to cut across the clearing and continue on to the shuttle port. But before he’d gone even a quarter of the distance he heard the “Yub Yub” cries of the Endorians as a pair stone bolos wrapped around his legs.
Torque swore as he crashed to the ground, his blaster rifle slipping from his grip. He turned over, trying to reach his survival knife so he could cut himself free. But before he could draw the blade, two of the Endorians had run up to him on their squat little legs. One picked up his rifle, while the other hefted a large stone axe. The grey and brown-striped alien stared down at Torque with its cold, black button eyes. The Corporal knew better than to plead with this merciless killer.
He had time for one last thought as the stone axe came crashing down on his faceplate and he fell into darkness. Fucking low-bid government contractors and their useless damned armor.
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So a drabble is a 100-word piece of fiction. These are a collection of those I had on my LJ.
Jedi vs. Panda
Valric strode thru the bamboo forest. He carried his lightsaber at the ready, but unlit. Somewhere nearby was the man-killer. The monochrome terror. The deadly Space Panda.
As a Jedi Knight it was his duty to bring down this fell beast. He must stop it before it killed again. But the Space Panda was a blank spot to his force senses. He would have to rely on his own wits to find the beast.
Or did he? If he couldn't sense the creature, maybe he could follow its movements in the bamboo. There. Behind him! Valric spun, lightsaber igniting...
Frank Miller's UnderdogI want to quit. I need to quit. Flush these damned white pills away. Be normal. Average. No one.
But they call out. Their voices filled with fear. Only I can save them. Only I.
Its not the rush. That overcomes me with the speed of lightning. That fills my head with the roar of thunder. No, its not just the rush.
Someone has to face them. The ones with greed-filled hearts. Who but me can right these wrongs. So I can't quit.
So let them fear. As I come upon them with blinding speed. Let THEM fear! Fear Underdog! UNDERDOG!!!
MulchThingIn the end death embraces all. Everything falls to decay from within and without. As a wise man once said, the center can not hold. Like these two here. They came into my lands seeking to capture me. So they could return me to their masters' experiments.
And now they struggle to escape from a morass of clinging mud. They strive, but all their extertions simply bring them closer to finality. But from darkness can come light. From rot can spring life. As their lives end, they will feed me and my domain.
Life to death to life, the cycle of MulchThing.
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