Rules: DON’T REBLOG THIS ONE, MAKE A NEW POST! List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.
I was tagged by @wrennette, because they opened it to everyone~
1. The first time he set eyes on Lak-min Honlak it was behind the stark serenity of a training mask. The man was in his training block and slept in the bunk across from him in the trainee barracks.
Ner Cabur, Gar Cabur
2. Vokara Che looked over the results with a tired sigh. The boy couldn’t have been older than 14 and yet he was acting more like a traumatized Knight than a newly minted Padawan. So far he had remained tight lipped, either from fear or trauma she couldn’t be certain. They hadn’t even been able to get his Master’s name from him, or whether they were still alive or not.
You are NOT your DNA
3.Standing behind the pilot Jango stared out at the verdant world below and let out a harsh sigh. Off to his left Myles leaned casually against the side of the cockpit, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face as the surface of the planet, and Jango’s doom, loomed ever closer. “If this all goes to hell I’m laying all the blame on you.” He said with a huff.
Ner Mirjahaal
4.On a world abandoned by sapient life a small ship set down on an ancient landing pad. Inside the cockpit the senior padawan let out a slightly shuddery sigh as she shut everything down.
Protostar
5 The distress signal had come out of nowhere one cycle, lighting up their systems and blaring through their headsets. Whatever was causing it was old, ancient if Ironhide was to be believed, and nothing they tried could turn the damned thing off.
Protection Protocol
6. Spots danced before her eyes as the blinding myriad of colors finally began to fade. Her head felt as if someone had split it in two and shoved something inside her body, something that was too large for her small frame.
Starstruck
7. Obi-jul of the Major House of Harobi, last child of Obi-lum and Obi-pej, spent the morning of that fateful day with the remnants of House Harobi. In the last year the power of their House had diminished, though they still retained their status as a Major House through sheer competence and a connection to the Stars.
Kar'alor bal val Stewjoni
8. At first Kom’rk couldn’t be certain what he’d heard, the sound was foreign in a world where everyone shared the same voice. But as the door opened and he looked up from his datapad he stopped dead in his tracks.
Her Laughter is a Revelation
9. With a tired sigh they who had been crowned Mand’alor looked over the verdant world with a serene expression. When they had taken up the mantle of Mand’alor they had chosen to take on the burden of leadership, and all that it entailed. Disregarding the repercussions and the things that would be demanded of them.
Ner jate’kara
10. He really shouldn't care, such things were beneath him now, but as he stood there he couldn't help but to ask. "Why do you call me that?" He finally voiced the question that had been bothering him for some time, crossing his arms and glaring up at the Dashade. "Little Sith." He said, Imperial accented voice dripping with disdain. "Was Tulak Hord so much larger than I am?"
Little Sith
I have no idea what any of this says about me. Someone else want to try analyzing this? XD
I’m opening this to anyone who wants to take a crack at it.