War

[Executioner]

Coming soon to the Jedi Library:

 

 

 

When justice is flawed, vengeance is the only law.

 

”œWe're doing all we can to bring this killer in.”

[Tiana Calthye]

Just don't break the censors. To the best of my knowledge, fiction isn't an excuse to cheat on Jedi.net's censors.

 

We'll be waiting.

[Amidala Skywalker]

Looks intense. Nice trailer, for sure!

 

And ditto what T said. Fanfic isn't an excuse to break the site rules.

[Executioner]

Oh, I wasn't planning on breaking the censors. If I find it necessary to put a choice word or two in some where, I use a few of these ***

 

I hope to have the first chapter up by the weekend.

[Lhinneill]

Sounds really interesting. Can't guarantee I'll have the time to read it, but...yeah. Sounds interesting.

[Executioner]

((I'm making more progress than I expected to at this point, so I deiced to put the first chapter up early.))

 

 

 

 

Collateral Damage

 

Skyrise Apartment Complex, 0600 hours, October 15th

 

The light of the rising sun beamed through the large window of the apartment living room. A blade raised in the air glimmered in the early morning light, casting several reflections of itself along the walls. The man holding the blade played with the light, turning the blade of the katana and casting the reflected light to various other points of the room. He then took the katana in a two handed grip, brought it high over his head, swept it downwards and to the left, then brought it back up in a graceful arc. The air hissed around the blade as it cut through the empty space. The man pivoted to the right, brining the katana in a flat arc around himself, then held it once more in the ready stance, his grey eyes visible in the blades”˜ reflection. Ensuring that his stance was balanced, with his back straight, he prepared for another practice cut when a familiar voice cut through the silence.

 

”œYou know, Jack, the last time you decided to play with that thing inside, you had to plaster the wall afterwards.”

[Anakin T Skywalker]

I only have grammar crit; the rest is great.

 

 

 

”œDon't be so cynical.”

[Executioner]

Noted, and my beta reader will be flogged.

[Executioner]

Devils' Night

 

Redcaster Cemetery, 0945 October 30th

 

Jack sat silent, unmoving in the front row as the funeral procession came to a close. He hadn't moved or said a word since the funeral had started, his eyes focusing on an point in space that it seemed only he could see. He hadn't even flinched, as most present had, at the twenty one gun salute. He was still silent and immobile as most of the people present filed slowly out towards their cars. He was dressed in a black suit, and his hair had been combed down and actually presentable for the first time in two weeks. However, he still hadn't shaved for two weeks straight, and the dark rings around his eyes were testament to the lack of sleep. Jack may have been physically present, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind flashed back five years ago, when he was a Private in the UN Armed Forces, to the rundown bar where he had first met Rena Ingles. He recalled the heated argument that started with her muttered comment about a news commentary about the UN pressure on Columbia, ending when the bouncers threw them both out. He remembered finally popping the question many years later, and he remembered their last kiss. And then, his mind flashed to the morgue, called down to identify her body as he stood in disbelief, praying that it was just a sick joke as the mortician slowly unzipped the body bag”¦.

 

”œMr. Ketch?”

[Anakin T Skywalker]

Talk about vengeance!

 

I didn't much care for the censor evasion, though.