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...around the foot-long metal pipe.
A bright blue beam of something hot and fierce tore out of the hilt with a snap-hiss.
The droid’s bisected chassis fell apart next to her.
Taylor eyed the glowing sword. “I can work with this,” she said.
***
Woo!
Ben a bit since I worked on this one!
...and gave the droid next to her’s dome an affectionate pat. “I think I’m going to call you Tattletale,” Taylor said. “Now, start spilling some secrets.”
***
Taylor may have watched the Matrix at some point.
Also, check out Cinnamon Bun on Royal Road! It's... nothing like this story, at all.
Yeah. Had that discussion just recently. There's nothing in the code that says you need anger to make it work. Merely passion. I'm very passionate about writing, it doesn't anger me. Quite the opposite. So why would things need anger or hate to function when calm rational could work just as well?
...built with that purpose and won’t be as fast as some other droids, I’m afraid.”
Taylor paused in the street. “Then we find a droid that can.”
***
R3-C2 scanned the streets outside of the shop's windows with a glance. Six organics, two droids, one fauna in the form of a bird that their...
...part of plan first. Then we see when we learn more.” That said, she nodded to her crew and moved back. She still had some things to prepare.
***
Anoat was a shithole.
Taylor didn’t say it lightly. She had been in some pretty horrible places before, but in every case all it would take...
...no, I’m afraid the information was misplaced.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Right, I get it. I think we should call Dooku, I might have an idea.”
***
Count Dooku was enjoying a fine tumbler of a Corellian wine a dignitary had gifted him some weeks prior when his desk chimed, warning him of...
...and earn the trust you’re putting in me.”
He nodded. “The Force is with you. I’ve no doubt that you will do great things for the Confederacy.”
***
“I need a crew,” Taylor said as she walked around the ship. She had to crane her neck way back to take it in properly.
“Suggestion: A crew...
...the galaxy to right wrongs and murder villains was all well and good, but not if he had to spend that time with idiots of Xarly’s calibre.
***
Taylor lowered herself into the seat carefully. It was plush, soft, and swivelled on a well-oiled mechanism that had just enough resistance on it...
Midiclorians were a mistake.
I treat them as a symbiotic lifeform that feeds off the Force and happens to like living inside people. Like a neat rather innocent bacteria. No more no less. They can still indicate Force sensitivity (more midiclorians being attracted to more sensitive people)...
...equally interesting person. “Shall we adjourn to a conference room? I am quite certain that there is much your master and I should discuss.”
***
A huge thank-you to my Patreons for helping bounce ideas on the Discord and for encouraging me to post this monstrosity! An extra-big thank-you...
...then maybe our enemies did too. Oh, and HK-47, make sure to remind everyone that we haven’t won yet.”
“Statement: With pleasure, Master.”
***
Trais leaned back into his command seat as he watched the space around the vast explosion slowly darken until all that remained were huge clouds...
...Vulture droids. Get a few of them on the other side of that tanker. Set course to loop all the way around it. We’ll see if they take the bait.”
***
Time: Forty-two minutes after the start of the Denon-Ryloth Hyperspace incident.
Sib Nark fretted, hands tangled with each other, back bent...
...If the Hutt ship is still connected, board them.”
“Roger roger.”
This was going to be fun, he thought as he began to race across the ship.
***
Time: Thirty-Nine minutes after the start of the Denon-Ryloth Hyperspace incident.
Trias had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that things...
...to the panel to press his hand on it.
HK-47 brought his oversized blaster rifle up. “Announcement: Piracy protocols loaded and ready, master.”
***
Time: Twenty-Three minutes after the start of the Denon-Ryloth Hyperspace incident.
His ship completed the jump from hyperspace with a rattle...
The mods here are nicer.
I'll be posting the next chapter here tomorrow (I finished it literally minutes ago! Cutting it close). It'll also go up on SB as usual.
Holy shit, that red mod text gave me a heart attack.
That's really not why I was suspended on SV. It's because I told someone off and she's a member of the staff. You're not allowed to talk back to the staff on SV.
Chapter Fifteen
Waffled over this chapter for a bit. But in the end, screw it, I’m writing this chapter in non-chronological order.
***
Time: Twelve minutes after the start of the Denon-Ryloth Hyperspace incident.
HK-47 didn’t know what to say about his master’s plan. The title was...
...then spun on a heel and ran out of the bridge.
“Assessment: It seems as though something interesting is finally happening. How wondrous.”
***
Sib Nark was not having the best few days and the constant irritation was starting to draw out his ire. At least, that’s what Skarsk suspected as he...
...words, not judging by the way the lizardman’s already pale complexion paled even further.
It didn’t matter, as long as she got what she wanted.
***
“You cannot just give this woman anything she asks for,” the tinny voice said. “We are not the servants of the Jedi. We are the Trade...