new story i'll be adding to this series. It's of a Female Trans Zeb and Kallus. taking a lot of liberties but I've been having fun. Having grown with friends that are, my nephew, I'll just put this down right now:
Everyone's transition is special and unique, there is no wrong way or right way. It's YOUR way. It is also not the focus of my story. not the ones written so far. I don't feel I have that experience with my NB ways
Poor Kallus
He felt wounds on his face and chest open with every fought breath. Something had changed, he wasn’t on Onderon… he was in the Ghost. He struggled, the slightest movement just screaming agonising pain. His hody was on fire and he couldn't move! The screams he heard, the yells, the explosions, his heart raced in his chest threating to be the only muscle in his body to move and escape with or without the rest. He felt himself shifted and looked up, looked up into that orcid and grey striped Lasat- and down Zeb’s bo-rifle.
“I remember you” The mercenary grinned, that chipped tooth gaping like the hole that started to burn into Kallus’s chest.