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[theahsokazine]

Something's Coming 👀

FULCRUM: An Ahsoka Tano Zine is a non-profit zine centered around our favorite little daughter of the light. Keep your eyes peeled for our interest check on April 17th!

[melwa-rat]

A poem I wrote extending Bendu's deleted line from Rebels, "my dear, by change I mean death", from when Ahsoka asked about her fate if she was to face Vader <3 A view on her relationship with life/death.

[starwarswritingalliance]

Knitting Knights

or alternately, The Knitting Needle is mightier than the Lightsaber.

or something...

Hello everyone and welcome to the first write-in of April. Now, the April Camp NaNoWriMo is going on so feel free to bring in your projects from that and work on them here.

You can reach the discord write-in chat here.

Remember, any and all fandoms are welcome! It’s not just Star Wars. (It’s a lot of Star Wars, but not just)

Happy writing!

[theillmindofvale]

I know this isn't a SWTOR blog..but...

( I like this writing.  Lemme know what ya think. )

The Beast of Gallinore 

Gallinore. An unobtrusive planet deep in the unknown region of space that was known to few and visited by less. A dense, tropical rainforest terrain with “small” mountain ranges and various lake sized bodies of water. Each of the different zones catering to its own array of ecosystems topped by apex predators of such ferocity that only seasoned big game hunters or heavily armed mercenary groups would dare make trips to the surface for extended periods of time. It was the latter of these that had brought the beast known as Drahmin Maune into its orbit. Gold ringed, emerald green eyes shifted over the various shades of green and much smaller bodies of blue that was the planets appearance from this far out. “They’ll know by now.” The voice speaking through his mind was not his own, nor did it truly exist. It was the cautionary teachings of Master Vrond Kaskt giving life to his memory. A memory that was never far from the forefront of his mind. It had been Master Kaskt who had found him at a young age living in a small, tribal society, and it had been him who had given him purpose and set him to a life trained through the force. He had been a fantastic teacher and inspiration to those who had served under him in any of his campaigns, but it had been Drahmin who had known him for going on twenty years. All of this of course was until the ill-fated day. A sleeper cell of saboteurs had succeeded in crippling his masters cruiser, leading to an ambush by a sizeable pirate fleet that had forced a hasty ejection onto a planet much like the one he now was drawing ever closer to. Eyes closed tightly as memories of his investigation began to take grip. What he hadn’t learned from his master’s holo recording, he had pulled from one of those he had caught in search of this secluded planet and the base that laid hidden somewhere on the surface. His impact into the planet had been a violent. In the recording, he had claimed to of dislocated his hip, broken his arm, and by the way he had been speaking, his former apprentice could of only guessed he had been concussed to some degree. From the pirate he had captured, he had learned of the sick game they had played with him. They pulled him from the wreck, allowed him two days of rest, then a hour head start into the jungle to prepare himself to fight for his life whilst they hunted him like a dog. “The boss wanted to see what it would be like to hunt a Jedi Master. He didn’t think they were so tough, and I tell ya, Jedi. He was right..” Just those words passing through his mind sent s new surge of anger through the beast. This anger he had come to know all too well. It had become his constant companion since his cruiser had returned to the rendezvous to find only a blown apart hull. A fire in him had ignited that day and those malicious words spoke right before the echo of bones cracking in the neck had been fuel to truly set him a blaze. Eyes opened once more to give his technical read outs one last look over to make sure all was going according to his plan. The coarse projection was directly on target for 13 kilometers away from the coordinates he had paid handsomely for. According to the kubaz smuggler, those numbers indicated a well hidden base of operations that the “Red Brothers” used as a staging area for their contracted work. The kubaz had also warned that going there was about as ill-fated as setting up camp in a Gundark nest. Former republic soldiers, bounty hunters, and general scum had formed their core and had time and time again proved themselves to be a worthy investment for the highest bidder. Who they used to be and what roads they had walked to get to this dead end path of theirs mattered as much to Drahmin as what they had for breakfast every morning. The facts were all the same. He would be going down there in the fashion of his master and play their own sadistic game with them. Only, it would not of been the game most would of expected him to play. “Sith and Jedi alike have become too dependent on the force.” Master Kaskt had lectured him on more than one occasion where he felt his padawan growing too dependent. “We perceive through the force, we allow ourselves to be guided by it, it is our ally, but it is not ours to use for every task. Allow it to flow through you uninhibited my young friend. Do not grasp it as a child would. It’s presence will enhance your mind and give you all it needs without blatant abuse.” Most would have scoffed at the Master Jedi’s words, but none had been so ignorant to do it in the presence of a prime specimen such as Drahmin. Why would he discourage the use of such power if it was free for the taking? “The force will guide you when you need it most..” Though these teachings comprised the core of his beliefs, he could not help but wonder if his former master had went to his grave practicing this restraint. If he had let forth his full fury, could he of bested the mercenary group and still been alive today? “Do not focus on what could have been, only what is..” The words echoed through his mind once more to snap him from his speculations on what he would never know the answer too. Even from beyond the grave, Master Kaskt’s wisdom continued to keep him on track. He supposed after all that was the point of training after all, but it still gave some sense of warmth to a burdened mind to know in some part of him the “old man” still existed. Some would have called this expedition nothing more than petty revenge, and on many levels they had been absolutely right. Killing the lot of them, even torturing those responsible to the point of insanity would not make him feel any better. It would not return Master Kaskt from the great beyond. Still though, he knew sleep would continue to elude him if this sort was allowed to continue existing. They had boasted to all those who would listen in every cantina or tapcafe from here to the Galactic Core that they had hunted and killed a Jedi Master. Now it was there turn to be hunted. He would not go down there as Commander Maune, lightsaber a blaze as he knocked on their front door with booming force pushes. Quite the opposite of that in fact. Rank, armor, and even his light saber was left back on the cruiser he had departed from some four months ago. This planet would know only Drahmin Maune. The proud Iridonian warrior that had come to repay the death debt to all those involved in the murder of Master Kaskt. The shuttle gave a mild series of jolts as the craft entered in through the upper atmosphere with distress signals blaring full stop on an open frequency broadcast. The master plan had been to glide into a crash landing that looked worse than it was and depart the shuttle to draw a number of them out of the base to deal with them. Of course, faking a crash landing was far harder than just planning it with navigation computers. To his surprise, as green masses began to take shape through the transpariasteel, a small smile spread over the Iridonian’s lips. Why? He could not truly say. All he knew was something about the thoughts of days ahead satisfied him in a way he had never felt before.