How I Met Your Mother, Part 1Taeon entered his quarters, punching the button to close the door behind him before exiting the entryway and maneuvering his armored form through the hallway to his office. Stepping up to his desk, he pecked out the word "BELOVED" into the terminal on his desk. Seems in the durosteel wall appeared as panels unfolded out, presenting weapon and armor racks. He pulled the oversized rifle from his back and locked it into its rack, then unlocked the helmet of his ARC armor with a pressurized hiss, and slid it onto its part of the rack. As the old soldier locked his sidearm into its section of the rack, hHow I Met Your Mother, Part 1
Beyond Life and DeathMid afternoon, on a cool but clear autumn day. A soft breeze danced with the ankle high grass, tugging the browning leaves from the branches of the large tree that was their home.Beyond Life and Death
Shi'lan, a blue skinned twi'lek, and bearer of a motherly elegance and beauty, smiled up at the man who's arm she had hers linked with. Taeon, the stoic soldier, turned his rough but handsome features to the woman at his side and narrowed his eyes in a simple, honest smile, gaining both the attention and confusion, of the guests gathered as witness.
"He can smile?" whispered the young zebrak
ProposalTaeon stood in silence for a long moment, stroking at his chin. Shi'lan waited. He asked her to wait, and whatever he had to say was important to him, which made it important to her.Proposal
"Sometimes it doesn't seem fair, does it?" he asked her, turning back to face her. "We hero types...Some of us get hurt, some of us break down, and some of us die before our time. But you know what the real tragedy is? It's that people like us become so caught up in our missions or what's best or whatever it is we're caught up in, that we make ourselves believe that we can't have things that other people have in their lives. We make ourselves believe
| I think I'm mostly here to leave comments on my sister's (CrimsonDreamer) page, but I'd also like to post some short stories. We'll see how that goes. |
