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Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 6Lord Cytharat and I headed back to the gravity hook to meet Katha Niar. He and I discussed briefly how I was able to aid the leaders of the people towards resisting the Hutt Mercenaries. While victory may not be won today, I am glad I was able to give them a fighting chance.
It also gave my another chance to show off for Cytharat. He seemed impressed at my battle tactics. I also like to think he was happy to get off that boring gravity hook and spend more time with me. Would it surprise you to learn I couldn't help but glance at him a few times during my meeting with Makeb's civilian leaders? I think he too was glancing at me!
As we walked, Lord Cytharat changed the subject abruptly: "Did intelligence give you room to have many relationships?"
I stopped at the question and turned to the Sith Lord. I said, "Oh, uh... why do you ask?"
Cytharat replied, "I am curious. It is not everyday I am drawn to someone."
I nodded and then was silent. In intelligence, bonding with people
Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 5I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t mix romance and business together anymore. Here I am, on Makeb, getting ready to blow up tanks and route mercenaries and all I can think about it is another date with Cytharat. It’s amazing how this man has captured my attention so quickly. Very few of my past relationships have been able to do that.
Cytharat said he wanted to see me again, of course, but it had to be one with little chance of interruption. Something tells me only secured isotope-5 will free both of our schedules…
I’ve been going over possibilities this night. I love doing work at night time, as it removes my chances of being seen. It’s so funny being perched on a cliff and raining fire down on those unsuspecting mercs! They’re all looking around thinking What the fuck… and then one-by-one they die at my hand.
Of course in the middle of my shootings I ask a fundamental question: Why am I blowing up these tanks instead of perhaps
Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 4: A Date Cut ShortHK-51 spoke, "Statement: Master, are you growing ill? You've looked at your reflection 5 times in a matter of minutes!"
I turned around with a small blush. "Can you blame me, HK," I replied, "It's not everyday I have a date."
HK-51 replied, "Affirmation: Indeed. In fact, it's been about a year since the last time remotely attempted a romantic evening with someone."
I face palmed at that. While it is true, this is going to be my first date in many months, my own assassin droid DOESN'T have to rub it in. "Thanks for the recap, HK," I said as I headed off the ship, "You take care of the Phantom while I'm gone."
I strolled off my ship onto the space port. There Cytharat was awaiting me. He bowed before me in greeting. Yes, I said bow! He spoke, "Crimsèn, I'm glad you hadn't forgotten our meeting."
I had to bite back a chuckle. I replied, "Now why would I forget to meet a handsome pure blood such as yourself?"
I noticed Cytharat started to blush a bit at my response. He then cleared
Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 3Not going to lie- Makeb is a beautiful planet. I can understand why the Hutt Cartel parked themselves here. I would too if I had the resources. I’d set up my own resort… It’d be a resort for the gay people in the galaxy. Lesbians would have their own bars, with female dancers, men like me would have their own bars with dancers. It’d be perfect. And no, let me stop you right there, I’m not a raving homosexual!. I just like thinking about how to make the galaxy more accessible to those who society deems not acceptable. And if I was raving, Cytharat would be on my ship and in my bed already, while I’m shouting to hell with this crumbling Empire!
Why am I thinking about all this now as I’m dodging earthquakes and enemies? It’s how I keep nasty force users away. You know? The kind that show off via invading my mind. I must say my mind has never been invaded by such beings as intelligence training ensures it doesn’t and I pick up some tr
Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 2I’m on Makeb, or rather above Makeb on one of the gravity hooks that I secured as this operations’ headquarters. Finally got to meet the new team- Katha Niar is the head of it all. She’s smart and knows her stuff- like Xovota, Cipher 10. I should connect her to Xovota sometime.
Then there is… the man I saw on the holonet while on Vaiken the other day! I cannot believe it- and yet here it is right before me. Perhaps fate is being nice to me for a change. His name is Lord Cytharat, and he’s more handsome in person. I wonder what he likes to do on dates… I hope to something that he is not straight, nor taken already.
It turns out he was on the holonet because he used to work for the idiot that caused trouble on Ilum. Darth Malgus discovered him on Korriban and took him under his wing. In a way he’s what I would’ve been if I hadn’t of done things differently. He now wants to make amends for his superior’s crimes.
Lord Cytharat Romance Chapter 1: New MissionThe Sith are idiots. That's it, they're just plain... idiots! Why does the Empire give them two credits worth of its time is above and beyond me. Why am I so upset?
I joined Imperial intelligence to guarantee I'd enjoy life mostly independently. I just simply do the work the Empire needs to get done that no one knows about. To that end, the Sith and I never talk. My company were fellow Ciphers, Watchers, and Keepers. That's it. Best of all, no moronic Sith butting in and telling us how to do our jobs. And that's how I liked it- serving the Empire without worrying about bullies, morons and fools.
This must be odd coming from a Sith Pureblood. After all, I'm a Sith in terms of genetics. Shouldn't I be one of the people I described? Most people guessed that the moment I walk in the room. Thankfully, the wonder didn't last very long. In fact, I rose to the title of Cipher 8 and became one of the Empire's most duplicit and mysterious double agents. How many visits to the Republic's side did
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Call of the Seabound Coasts
Call of the Seabound Coasts to Emily of New Moon Theme
The waves crash against the rocks
The sea moves with the tide
The white sand meets red cliffs
This is my home
My heart is in the sea
My eyes search for the rolling hills
My skin longs for the salty sea air
My lungs wish to take in the air of the harbour
As I look to the East
My heart calls for home
When I see red in the morning
I heed the sailor's warning
When I swim in the pool
I am at home in the water
When I see fish when I shop
I remember how fresh they used to taste
I miss the harbour and sea bound coast of Halifax
I yearn for the Sand Dunes of Cavendish and Stanhope
I am drawn to the dark and dreary mountains of Nova Scotia
I long for the red cliffs of Prince Edward Island
When can I come to you again?
When can I see you again?
Will you heave a sigh and wish for me, Nova Scotia
I will return to you again, my Island
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