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I Will Protect You (Skylox)
The cave was dark. The night outside was cold. The thunder outside echoed deafeningly against the cave walls even though there was no end to the labyrinth of a cave system in sight.
As I walked through the cave, I couldn't help but wish that Dan could have joined me on my expedition for some gold - butter - ore. Cave knew the caves better than anyone. His name had a meaning, after all.
I was almost certain I was close to the surface as I heard raindrops pounding above me. I couldn't help but smile as I quickened my pace, holding my torch up high.
Then a terrifyingly familiar scream split the air and I stopped dead in my tracks, my blood running cold. My eyes widened and I spun around to look into the darkness of the cave behind me. "Adam." I whispered. I broke into a run back into the cave. "Adam!" I shouted, calling out to him.
He didn't respond. I ran faster. Wherever he was, he was in trouble. I had to
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Mr. Smith is an Ideal Athlete
“Kitty? Here kitty, kitty.”
My ears perked up but I was still face down on the pillow in my favorite cardboard box.
“Kitty.” I heard again.
I grumbled and pushed myself up partially. Cedric hadn’t quite picked up on the fact I wasn’t exactly the same as their Earth cats. Oh well, another day.
I crawled out of my bed. Command Center and such didn’t seem fully coherent yet so I had to rely on my own knowledge. I navigated through the door and blinked a few times to get my Visual Scanners working—eyes that is. Or well that is the closest thing I can relate my high tech properties to. A doctor would call them the same exact thing but how boring is that?
“Right here.” I commented and waited to hear him again.
“Oh, there you are.” He appeared from behind and picked me up before I could protest. “How you feeling today, Kitty?”
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: It's Just Like in the Movies!
I was awake bright and early—I think noonish or so. I had already started the day out right by munching on a bowl of sugared flakes of Earthian meal and had every intention of going outside to frolic in the yard. The land serpent was out of commission after I had cut it open with the scissors the other day.
Oh yeah, some time had gone by since the previous log but nothing had been particularly noteworthy. In fact, despite how intense and life changing the events that day should have been, life had gone completely back to normal. Mr. Smith had never hunted me down; Cedric hadn’t even asked me more about my resources and knowing such coded military language. No, he had more important things to rant about apparently.
Things like telling me to clean up after myself. Wash the dishes. Use the lint brush on the chair if you’re going to insist on sitting on it. Wash your clothes every once in a while. Don’t stand on the table. Wash your paws, brush you
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Chapter Eleven
Across the parking lot and back towards the forest that I had pranced through earlier I charged onward in an all-out sprint. I probably didn’t look like anything more than a bluish gray blur. Mr. Smith was chasing me and calling out to me. I couldn’t really understand what he was saying but I also didn’t want to.
I slipped on some of the needly leaves from a tree and went tumbling head over heels for some unknown length of time. Felt like an eternity. When I had finally stopped my helpless roll I caught sight of Mr. Smith—upside down. Or well, I was actually upside down, but whatever.
He had stopped at the edge of the Earthian parking lot. I guess Earthian Instructors couldn’t travel on the dirt like I could. Lucky break.
I didn’t want to take any chances of him following after me though so I broke out into a full on sprint clear back to Cedric’s yard. Everything on my journey back flew by in one giant smear. If I ran pa
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Chapter Nine
Getting the ‘cactus needles’ out was not a fun process. We had worked on the easier ones earlier; the ones in my paws and such. I wasn’t about to trust the Human to deal with the others though. No one touched my tail, and Hindquarters was a sensitive region.
“But they’ll get infected.” Cedric insisted again. “And sore. Then we’ll have to take you to a vet or wherever you take an alien cat and get you treated or something.”
“Not to mention you won’t be able to sit.”
“I’ve always preferred standing.”
He huffed and tried to grab one stuck in my tail fur anyway. I got out of the way and hissed.
“Oh come on.”
He crossed his arms and stood there rigidly, tapping a foot.
“Well obviously you just want to hurt then, is that what it is? You want to have to go to the v
SWtCW: The Home Guard pt.4Surface of Achilleas, Palladia
Barriss watched the man in front of her. She could sense his emotions, they were a swirl of turmoil. He was uncertain of what must be done. In his shoes, Barriss would harbor no doubts. Her objective would be clear. Take her enemies prisoner and facilitate the rest of the battle. Yet this man, Conradin Hadranus, was uncertain of this simple fact of the war they were fighting. He stood on the brink of eliminating a major command of the GAR and could not make the final step now that he had seen the face of his enemy. His doubts were...charming, if naïve and he was about to make the wrong decision, she could already tell.
“I...I don't accept.” he said with a shake of his head. “I don't want your surrender. I just want your army to withdraw from Achilleas and her space.”
Barriss smiled at him gently as if he were a child. “You don't understand, that is no longer an option. Your forces already matched ours, with the arrival o
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 2
Continued from Part One
Ratchet looked up and was grateful to see Optimus Prime looking down at the colorful bundle with an inquisitive smile.
Optimus was not the biggest 'Bot on Cybertron, but he easily rivaled Megatron in height, standing head and shoulders above Ratchet. This meant that Io was just shy of his waist. But, while Megatron exuded guile and cold calculation, inspiring fear, Optimus radiated honesty and wisdom, putting the small flyer at ease though he towered above her. Ratchet could feel her calm in his spark, and he too felt the comforting reassurance of the large 'Bot's presence. Even the general design of his frame was calming. Unlike Megatron, whose body was built for labor turned war machine, the slenderness of his design reminded everyone that he had been created for peace--functionally a data clerk--whose modifications were merely the result of the necessities of war.
SWtCW: The Home Guard pt. 3Surface of Achilleas, Palladia
Barriss stood amongst a sea of armored durasteel and rubble as they fought in the shadows of the Juggernauts and tanks. The Separatist forces used their own tanks and droids to box them in, but the turreted weapons on the HAVs kept them at bay as Barriss advanced with her infantry deeper into the city. She'd managed to reestablish communications with Master Luminara, apparently the other assaults were proceeding with mixed results. The Achilleans were fighting tooth and nail for their homeworld and Barriss' men, despite being some of the best soldiers in the Republic were getting their teeth kicked in though they were making the Separatist forces pay for it. They weren't going to dislodge her forces from their position anytime soon.
Conradin swore as his tank's turret swiveled and blasted the rampaging fighter tank as it shot by. The Republic LAV took the hit and flipped over and slammed into a building as its repulsor vane snapped off from the AAT's shot
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 1
Moving quickly, not wanting to make Prowl and Optimus wait any longer, Ratchet and Io left the daunting visage of the Grand Oratory behind them, crossing the Promenade and slipping between a series of closely nested buildings toward a combination of roadway and pedestrian ramp, one of the more direct routes between the Grand Oratory and the Hall of Records.
Their trodfalls echoed as they attempted to make time, the tinny taps of Io's heel-turbines submerged into the boom-flaps of Ratchet's metal-and-rubber support struts, legs stretched out in front of them, their pace a little short of a sprint.
Ratchet considered Io out of the corner of his optic. She wasn't looking up at him, though the old medic was quick to notice that her lips were set into an exuberant smile.
He allowed his own features the freedom to replicate the expression.
As far as he was concerned, life couldn't get any better than this. Having Io name him as her partner, running beside her down the streets of
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