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Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 7Several months passed since Dragon Star crashed. Cecilia waited more then a few days before returning to her ship. She saw that the ships entire computer program was kaput and the entire thing was no wear near suitible to fly.
She also did a bit of a survey of the ship inside and out. Looking at some of the damage, she realised that the blows she received during the short battle had hit the ship in areas she noticed were vital. Cecilia quickly saw the bounty hunter was trying to disable her ship to stop her from escaping. And that the jump to light speed was far too great for this ship, so it crashed. She realised with a jolt that, had she stayed in hyper space any longer then she did, and the entire ship would blow up.
So Cecilia began to repair the ship with what she had a hand. Withen the first week she got part of the computer running again, including everything she used to decode the chip. So in the chip went for more decoding once a
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 6Five cycles passed since the day Cecilia escaped. The fifteen cycle old teenager had gone through puperty, and became more woman-like physically, though of course she kept all of her dragonic-features. Inside however, she was deeply troubled.
After her first narrow aversion of discovery and thus, disaster, she had become paranoid. She kept the cloak over her tighter then ever, and she changed systems faster then anyone could keep track of. Quickly she had taken from stealing just a small meals worth of food, to stealing entire crates of it out of docking bays!
She had even taken to drinking.
Cecilia had noticed people leaving bars tended to be forgetful. When she was thirteen, she forged an ID, talked more "sultry" then she normally was, and only went into the more, how do you say, dodgy places. Either way, it worked.
But Cecilia had her accomplishments too. She had visited various, fairly d
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 5"She WHAT?!" Dr. Andro Cantorin yelled as he heard the news of Cecilia's sucessful escape. The scientist that had reported it to Andro flinched.
"We tried to recover her, Dr. Cantorin. But she killed an estimated 35 members of the staff, with many more not expecting to survive...."
"Damn it all! Are we certain she stole information about The Plan?"
"Positive. The computers withen the Infusion Lab showed signs of tampering shortly before she escaped. It is possible that if she decodes the documents she stole and reads what is withen them she might flee to a Republican authority. No matter how remote the possibility seems, it still exists.
Andro swore and paced around. He really didn't want to do this, but if the chance existed that she would blab....
"I want a bounty put up for her capture. At once. Make sure to emphise not a scale is to be harmed!"
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 4Both dragons roared as they charged at eachother. Although one was a bit above the average size for Space Dragons, and the other only baby sized by Space Dragon standards, both of them slashed at eachother with such ferocity size didn't matter. The larger one was teal with silvery wings, whereas the smaller one was crimson with golden yellow wings.
The teal dragon snapped at the crimson dragon with its huge fangs, but the smaller dragon had lept out of the way, using its small size to its advantage. But the teal one wasn't about to let it get away, and using its large tail, smacked the crimson one into the wall with a crunch.
The crimson dragon groaned and growled as it got up. With great speed, it lept at the teal dragon and slashed at its face viciously.
Roaring, the teal dragon shook it off and breathed a jet of flames at the smaller dragon.
But the other dragon had fire sacs too, and bre
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 3Boba returned several days later to Kamino: the job was easier then he thought, all he had to do was guard a strange mansion as items were transferred out to another location. Either way, he was back, and was hoping Cecilia was ready to talk to him again.
Upon arrival, he was aware of some sort of emergancy going on, there were Kaminoans rushing about, and none answered him when he questioned them. He was just outside his apartment when he met up with Tuan We, who looked terribly sorrowful.
"Whats going on? Everyone is in a panic. Did Kamino get some sort of threat from that man?" he asked her.
"I wish we did. Its.... Cecilia. She's gone, Boba," she said simply and plainly.
It was the wrost blow he could've received. As fast as he could, he ran into his apartment. Immidiatly he cursed his stupidity, he saw he had forgotten to activate the droid. He looked around, there was no sign of Cecilia
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 2The little girl paced around the main room, filled with excitement. Yesterday she had gotten word that her dad would be back today, after a weeks trip. He took these trips often, though she didn't know where he went on those trips. Alls she knew was he looked for people, and sometimes did things for them, though she wasn't sure what they were.
For the fifteenth time that day, she looked out the window. It was raining out, but she could see the platform where her dads ship was usually parked. Nope, nothing.
Cecilia sighed and sat down in a chair. She was tired from all the pacing, but found it impossible to sit still. She always felt lonely when her dad was away, even though she did befriend some clone children.
The clone children were, like herself, human, though slightly younger then her, three and a half cycles old. Her father explained, when she befriended them, that their original selves were in an accident tha
Cecilia Crimsondragon Ch. 1Infamous Boba Fett was actually feeling unsure as he walked into the Kaminoan Prime Minister's chamber. He still couldn't belive what he was going to do. He couldn't say why, either. He just wanted to. And to top everything off, a weird name was stuck in his head. Cecilia.... A girls name, at that. So heartless, unfeeling Boba Fett was feeling emotions. And it bugged him.
The truth was, Boba was going to clone himself, as his father Jango had cloned himself before him. If he thought about it, it made perfect since. He was not invinible, as the Sarlacc incident had proved. And someone had to continue bounty hunting when he left. And rather then let someone like Bossk or Zuckuss somehow produce a heir that would, somehow perhaps, become the best bounty hunter, he would beat them to it.
So sooner then he had expected, he had landed on Kamino, and was now begining his request for a clone.
"I don't want any special modi
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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