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Posted: Jul 25 2005, 07:20 PM
angst whore, junior
Member No.: 18
Joined: 1-March 05
Post them here, folks!
And be sure to have fun!
EDIT - Well, they said not to use spellcheck on the pieces, but I think it's okay to splle the itle rihgiotrh.
(That would be 'spell the title right.')
This post has been edited by Mirax_Corran on Jul 26 2005, 10:45 AM
Posted: Jul 25 2005, 07:39 PM
angst whore, junior
Member No.: 18
Joined: 1-March 05
*is totally pathetic*
Well, I wrote one for the JC, and, ya know, what the hell?
(Now, I'm not saying this is good - c'mon, I had ten minutes - but I hope that it's not THAT bad.)
Here y'all go.
Ten Minute Challenge
Hobbie Klivian rolled over and smashed his hand against the button on top of the chrono. It stopped beeping immediately.
He lumbered out of bed and into the ‘fresher. There stood Wes Janson, with a paintbrush in one hand and a bucket of paint in front of him on the counter. His left foot was propped up on said counter, and he was attempting to get the other one up there as well.
Needless to say, it wasn’t working very well.
“Good morning, Wes,” Hobbie said loudly.
Wes screamed and dropped the paintbrush. The red paint that coated it splattered everywhere.
“You’re cleaning that up, Hobbie,” Wes retorted with a false anger.
“What were you painting, anyways? You have some on your foot, too.”
Wes grinned, and exclaimed gleefully: “It’s Wedge’s lifeday today! I was going to paint the soles of my feet and my forehead red for him.”
Hobbie blinked once, then shook his head. “I would ask why in the Galaxy you were doing that, but I know why. You’re Wes.”
Several hours later, Wedge Antilles walked into his office, only to be greeted a man with a red forehead and a large sign that said “Happy Lifeday from Lieutenant Kettch!”
Wedge laughed out loud, causing Wes to stare.
“Wes…Who told you that today was my lifeday? It’s not for another three standard months.”
“It’s…not…oops.” Wes blushed a little and then mumbled “Tycho said that it was.”
Posted: Jul 25 2005, 10:48 PM
King of Rick Rolls
Member No.: 90
Joined: 14-July 05
I can't remember the last time I wrote that fast...I think it may have been on my AP History exams. here goes, a little one shot featuring my original char from my fanfiction piece Rise of a Rogue.
Ten Minute Challenge featuring Dap Zorvan
The silence of the hanger was ended by the sound of blaster fire, followed by a loud thud. Through the dark, two bright, blue orbs emerged; two cybernetic eyes. Darvix Zorvan had stowed away on board a container transport heading off his homeworld of Nar Shadaa. The teenager had no idea where he had ended up, but he was sure it was better than what he had left behind.
Holstering his stolen blaster, Darvix quietly searched the hanger, hoping to find a vehicle to commandeer. He had grown up on a backwater, criminal infested planet, so hotwiring a starship shouldn’t be too difficult for him. Finally, he came up to something he new he could use.
Darvix had seen plenty of holograms of this starfighter at the libraries on his home. How one ended up here, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to complain. The young man popped open a control hatch on the X-Wing in front of him, quickly beginning to pull and reposition wires. With a hiss, the canopy on the starfighter raised to the open position. Darvix climbed up the S-Foils and scrambled into the cockpit. The sound of blaring alarms filled the hanger, he’d been detected.
It was funny, he idly thought to himself. Growing up on an Imperial controlled world, completely oblivious to the torture that the Empire was subjecting him to. Now he was making a mad dash to the New Republic. If his parents ever got a hold of him, he’d be dead. They would have the authorities arrest him for treason. Hopefully, he could start fresh in the New Republic.
Fumbling through the controls, Darvix found the power on settings. The repulsorlifts kicked to life, and the starfigher rose into the air. The hanger doors were closed; he’d have to blast his way through. He found the S-Foil lever and pulled back, priming the lasers in the process. With a quick burst of the trigger, the doors were blasted away, and atmosphere was vented out of the station. His hand found the throttle and threw it into full, flying quickly out of the station.
He had no idea how to fly the starfighter. By all rights, he should be dead right now. Green laser fire poured past him as he juked out of the way. He looked at the panel and accessed the navicomputer, trying to find some sort of destination to set. Immediately, his eyes fell on a planet that he recognized. Tatooine…that farmboy hero was from there.
Entering in a few commands (most of them wild guesses), the navicomputer locked in. He was thrown back into his seat as the starfighter entered hyperspace. He had done it, he had broken free of the Empire. Darvix Zorvan could start a new life.
Posted: Jul 26 2005, 06:30 PM
Assistant Downtime Indexer
Member No.: 69
Joined: 8-June 05
This has turned into a real fic, but the opening post is my entry. It took eleven minutes, but that was 'cause people kept IMing me.
Hidden in the Shadows
The stalker followed his prey through the milling crowd. He moved when his quarry did, stopping when he stopped, going faster when the victim reached a less crowded area. His victim couldn’t see him, because if he did, then the whole plan that the Imperials had been working on for months would be ruined. Which was why the assassin had worn civilian dress instead of his normal New Republic flight uniform.
He would stick out too much, and blending in was the key. His victim was also trying to blend in, but Wedge Antilles didn't blend in anywhere he went. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Which of course was to be expected, seeing as he was the only one to survive two Death Star runs and was currently the leader of the most elite squadron in duty.
Rogue Squadron…the best squad around. They can defeat any Imperial, yet they don’t even know there’s a traitor in their midst. They don’t even know that one of their friends is scheming to kill their treasured leader. They haven’t figured out that one of the people closest to Wedge will be his downfall.
Which, of course, was the reason that the hidden agent would succeed. Wedge trusted him as much as he would trust his brother. Which will make it all the easier when I stick a knife in him. The follower fingered the hilt of his vibroblade, feeling the cool metal against his skin as his prey punched in the code to his door and walked into his room. The stalker threw his hand out in front and stuck his head inside, smiling.
Now wasn’t the time to kill Wedge, he still had a few more loose ends to tie up. Including the murder of two more “friends.” The Commander turned around when the door didn’t close, and a huge grin lit his face. “Hobbie! What a surprise! Come in. Do you want a drink? Ale, whiskey?”
Hobbie smiled. No one knew there was a traitor, but then again, no one in the right mind would think Derek Klivian was an Imperial.
This post has been edited by JediCallie on Jul 26 2005, 06:31 PM
Posted: Jul 26 2005, 08:46 PM
Group: High Command
Member No.: 3
Joined: 28-February 05
NOTE: This is a preview to a story I'm working on - it actually takes place during the story. But when I finally post this scene, it won't be so.... rough as this.
Wedge stared out the window for a long moment, drawing a deep breath before he turned around. "There's only so much we can do. We're not politicians; we're not the people who are supposed to deal with this."
"Someone has to," Tycho replied softly. "We can't just let it go; we'd be as guilty as they are."
"You'd feel like it," the Alderaanian pointed out, finally meeting his eyes. "We both would."
Silence reigned over the room for a moment before Wedge finally nodded. "You're right. Of course."
Tycho gave him a half-smile. "Was there ever any doubt?"
Wedge knew he meant it as a joke, but his reply was serious. "No, never." He moved away from the window, pausing behind the desk, and rested his hands on the surface. "What do we do?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," his friend replied.
"Somehow I'd suspected as much," Wedge muttered mirthlessly. "Neither do I."
"We could report what we know," Tycho finally suggested, "Go to Leia, or the Admiral." Wedge shook his head.
"No. If that were a good idea, Iella would already have done it. She wouldn't have come to us with this. She'd have reported it herself."
Tycho sighed, leaning back against the wall. "True enough. But we can't do anything about it on our own."
"No," Wedge mused. "But there are people in this galaxy other than New Republic officials who might be able to do something."
The Alderaanian frowned. "Who? Karrde? He might-"
Wedge interrupted him. "No. Someone with more power." He paused, brow furrowed. "How do you feel about working for the Empire again?"
Posted: Aug 7 2005, 06:01 PM
Member No.: 48
Joined: 11-April 05
Okay, so I put this in the 'Not Flirting' thread since it's more of that story, but I'll also post it here:
“I do not flirt with the girl from the holonet!” Janson exclaimed.
“Yes you do.” Hobbie replied calmly. “You’ve let me read some of the conversations and it’s obvious. Although, I’m not sure if you can have a conversation with a female without flirting.”
Wes picked up his datapad. He did not flirt with her.
HotShot: Will you tell my friend that we don’t flirt? He’s giving me a hard time about you.
PilotChick: I will have to argue with that one. We do flirt sometimes - but, contrary to popular belief, NOT ALL THE TIME!
HotShot: In the past, I may have flirted with you, BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING SO. And I have not flirted since.
PilotChick: You know, your friend could easily say that we’re flirting now.
HotShot: Well, I’m not. And no offense, but why would I want to flirt with you?
PilotChick: I dunno. Why?
“Leading question,” Hobbie remarked, reading over his shoulder.
“Meaning?” Wes glared at him.
“She wants you to list all the things about her you like, thus flirting with her all the more.”
Wes’ glare intensified. “We are not flirting.”
HotShot: So if I’m supposedly flirting in here, why does it seem to work better than in real life?
PilotChick: Not sure. I couldn’t flirt in real life if you paid me. Besides, your friend is probably saying that because we sometimes argue.
HotShot: Arguing is flirting?!
PilotChick: No, but the type we do is flirty. Even though you won’t admit it, HS, you do flirt with me.
HotShot: I DON’T!!!
PilotChick: You know, the more you protest, the more it seems like you know you’re flirting.
HotShot: This discussion was a bad idea. I feel mortified. It totally blew up in my face.
PilotChick: Nevermind. So, we’ve established you flirt. But so do I.
HotShot: At least you realize you’re flirting. Whenever I've made a flirtatious comment, I've said what comes naturally
PilotChick: And flirting comes naturally. How would people in bars hit on each other if flirting didn't exist?
HotShot: Yes, but then I KNOW I’m flirting.
PilotChick: Well, at least it’s good practice.
Wes looked at Hobbie, “Happy?”
“Yes.” He moved away from the desk and found an apple among the things in the small cabinet. “I’ll let you talk with your mystery girl in peace.” He pulled his own datapad out of the cabinet as well and took a bite of the apple.
Wes turned back to the holonet.
PilotChick: There’s this guy I like. It can never hurt to flirt.
HotShot: Really? What’s he like?
PilotChick: He has a lot of what I look for in a guy, but unfortunately he’s flirtatious and popular with a lot of girls.
HotShot: So pros = what PC wants in man, cons = flirty, girls like him
PilotChick: Yeah, it’s the popular with girls thing that bugs me. . .One of my friends was going on about how much she liked him the other day.
HotShot: Yeah, you have a VERY tough battle ahead of you. Think Grand andimral Thrawn toughness...
PilotChick: Oh fun. Worst case, I guess I could settle for being friends.
PilotChick: Or start flirting back
HotShot: That should be part of your batle plan. Remember, the best defense is a good offense.
PilotChick: I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never shy in RL, but around this guy… And we talk all the time. He’s a really good friend. I don’t know why I can’t just tell him.
PilotChick: Yeah. We used to fly together and then he switched back to his old squadron. It’s not important. Hey, I gtg. Some of my friends are going dancing. I’ll ttyl.
HotShot: Yeah, ttyl.
Wes stared at the screen a long moment. It seemed rather obvious, but it really couldn’t be…could it?
Posted: Aug 10 2005, 12:30 PM
Member No.: 12
Joined: 1-March 05
What Are Friends For?
Title: What Are Friends For?
Summary: Wes needs to work but a friend is interrupting him
Notes: only a short nonesense what wanted to get written ...
with Jes permission I post it here, it took me longer then those 10 mins but since I am not a native English speaker she made an exeption
Thanks to Sporky for beta-reading (here also known as Red_Flight
"Hey Wes, what ya doin'?" a cheery voice said behind me.
I rolled my eyes and turned around and answered with a very obvious joy-sarcasmn dripping voice, "I'm trying to get some work done but somehow everyone decide to bug me today."
The indruder stared at me and then a worried smile appeared on his lips, "You really mean you wanna work? Are you sick or something?"
I decided it was best not to answer him. Maybe then he would get the hint that he was not welcome. But it seemed he didn't because he opened his mouth again. "You go with me to the cantina and met the others?"
I sighed. "Hobbie! What is it about the words: 'I'm working' you don't understand?"
"I'm not. Now close the door behind you."
A mischevious grin appeared on Hobbie's lips. He turned around and closed the door but he was still in the room. Then he faced me again. "Are you happy now?"
I was baffled. That couldn't be Hobbie. The Hobbie I knew would have left, perhaps ranting abaut me being too close minded but he wouldn't bug me. The Hobbie I knew would have known that I had been delaying my work already for weeks. The Hobbie I knew wouldn't have wanted me to delay it further. Wedge was already angry with me because I hadn't brought him the regular essays about sim-trainings and scheules. Had I known the amount of work that came with this promotion, I would have refused it.
Now I knew why Wedge had been fighting his so long. It never had something to do with flying his wing. He feared this amount of admin word. And the worst thing, you can't even order a subordinate to do it. You have still to read it.
Hobbs stared still at me.
"You are still here, Hob?"
"What do you want?"
"As I said, you shall accompany me to the cantina."
"I still have work."
"I don't care if you have."
"But Wedge does so leave now."
"Don't worry about Wedge. I got the orders from him."
"What do you mean?"
"Wedge ordered me to bring you to the cantina and I don't care what you say."
I gazed at him in disbelief. Only hours ago Wedge ranted about those files he needed from me. "When Wedge says I shall come then I come. If he wanted these stupid things so badly, then he should've written them himself."
I tossed my pad on the table, stood up and grabbed my jacket. "Lead the way."
Hobbs leaded me down the dim lit corridor toward the Cantina. He was unusual quiet but thats Hobbs.
The normally lit Cantina was dark. Now I got worried. What the heck ...?
...but Hobbs had already pushed me in.
Cheers were coming from all sides and the room was suddenly lit and confetti were in the air. Papersneaks were raining down on me. I spotted Wedge, Tycho, Kell, Tyria, Gavin, Inyri, and all the others in the growed.
I gazed at Hobbs and a very cheery grin were on his lips. "Happy life-day, old fella!" and with that he huged me.
That was really a surprise! My friends ... what would I do without them?
Posted: Aug 10 2005, 01:01 PM
Member No.: 86
Joined: 12-July 05
Sweet, Mags, and really nice described Wes.
Posted: Aug 10 2005, 01:04 PM
Member No.: 12
Joined: 1-March 05
Thank you Rell
Posted: Aug 17 2005, 04:06 PM
Member No.: 7
Joined: 1-March 05
Great job everyone!
And Inyri: That was HILARIOUS. More soon?
This post has been edited by Valin_Halcyon on Aug 17 2005, 04:12 PM
Posted: Aug 27 2005, 07:16 PM
she understands she doesn't comprehend
Member No.: 104
Joined: 27-August 05
Okay, feel lucky, all of you. Because this is the first thing I've written in a long time. So here it is. A Ten Minute drabble for you. As a love-offering from the newbie.
Sleep Tight Bugbite.
There it was. That noise. That infernal noise that wouldn't stop.
Hobbie groaned and threw his pillow over his head, trying to block the sound. But it still filtered through--
--causing him to just moan in defeat and he threw himself out of his bunk, but he forgot that covers often tangled one up, so he fell to the floor.
The room light turned on, and Wes stood in Hobbie's room's door. "What are you doing? I'm tired."
Hobbie, from his fallen on the floor, legs tangled in covers and arms caught under his chest position, glared at Wes. "Shut up. Just...shut up. I heard a noise and--"
"You heard a noise?" Wes rubbed at his eyes. "We're flying in space, with Wraith Squadron. What do you expect?"
"It's this weird scritching--" Hobbie broke off.
"THERE! THERE IT IS." Hobbie grabbed his pillow and flung it over his head again, pushing it against his ears. "Find out what it is!! Make it stop! I can't sleep and just!! ARGH!"
Wes raised his eyebrows in suprise. "Hobbie...are you okay? No need to go space-crazy..."
Hobbie glared up at him again. "Just find it. Please. What if it's a big bug and it's going to eat me in my sleep and I hate bugs and it might bite my face again and please just find it!!!"
Wes gave a long sigh and looked over behind Hobbie's bunk, where the noise was coming from. "OH MY GODS!"
"WHAT!?" Hobbie shrieked. "WHAT?! Whatsit?!"
"It's a huge, giant," Wes straightened and held up a holorecorder. "Holorecorder. How scary."
Hobbie slumped against his bunk. "What...where...why?!"
Wes pulled off a flimsi that was taped to it. "Hey Bugbite. Have a good night's sleep and don't the prowlers bite. Love, Wraith Squadron." Wes laughed. "Aw, how sweet."
Wes tossed the flimsi in the trash, and turned off the recorder before it joined the flimsi. He wandered up and patted Hobbie on the head. "Go back to bed Bugbite. I'll watch out for evil holorecorders."
Hobbie grumbled and crawled back in bed, pulling the covers over his head, as Wes walked out.
"Wait a minute! How do they know about Bugbite?!"
Wes just laughed as he shut the door.[
This post has been edited by kayzie on Aug 27 2005, 07:17 PM