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Did you know #4 by LostPadawan, journal

Did you know #4

Jul 23, 2017

Did you know that Planetary Corps uses advanced flight packs called wing packs? These packs use an energy field generated by the packs and controlled by motion sensitive batons to generate a set of highly flexible, highly durable wings that appear holographic but they were as strong as a ray shield. This allowed soldiers, pilots, and marines alike to duck below and behind the wings to avoid blaster fire, rockets and explosives. The wing packs have blasters built into them capable of rapid fire. They were also able to be loaded with as many as five rickets. Depending on the mission these could be standard rockets, concussion rockets or homing

WWNR chap 4 by Choji666, literature

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WWNR chap 4

Caboose woke in the middle of the night with a start. He sat up in his bed, his blue eyes wide with fear. "What's the matter, Caboose?" Chris asked, in a daze. She yawned and stretched loudly. "I heard something outside. It was very loud." He replied, his voice breaking a little bit. "It's probably the Red's getting THEIR new recruit." She replied, rolling over to face him. "Go back to sleep." "I can't. I'm too scared." He whispered loud enough for Chris to hear. She sighed and lifted her blanket. "Hop in." "Are you sure?" he asked, heisting slightly. "Caboose, I've got 6 younger brothers. You'll be fine." "Okay!" he said, crawling in

Wren Sisters Chapter 42: The Truth by Hello546, literature

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Wren Sisters Chapter 42: The Truth

Supreme Commander Sparrow sat in his office on Lothal. The blackened sky thundered before him. Lothal as a planet seemed to be crying for the brutal rule of Locust to come to an end. Suddenly a hologram appeared on his desk. "Reporting in Supreme Commander." The male voice said. "Ah, you've finally contacted me." Sparrow replied sternly. "Sorry, Supreme Commander. The Rebel ship is on lockdown so I risk being discovered quickly." The Spy replied. "And have you been discovered?" Sparrow inquired as he leaned forwards in his seat. "No Supreme Commander, I have news however." The spy replied. Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "That ne

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JacqWASP

Nov 9, 2017

Starting again?

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The progression of time is truly the most merciless thing in the world. Cutthroat, indelible, forever assaulting, ever advancing, forcing the untenable now into perpetual retreat. The corpses it leaves behind are regret, its weapons are apathy, inability and idleness. But besides that, I can’t stop thinking about continuing to write, even if I’ve only ever done two chapters on here. The story has developed and fattened in my head, and I’ve begun trying to plan out and organize it all. I can’t promise I’ll do anything, I’m already drowning in a sea of things I said I’ll do. But thinking about this is

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JacqWASP

Jun 27, 2017

Gabriel Dropout (a show) and work/college stuff has suppressed any creative passion recently, but I'm off now, so it's time to work on what I started

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JacqWASP

Apr 16, 2017

"As I crawled out of the abyss of combat and over the rail of the Sea Runner, I realized that compassion for the sufferings of others is a burden to those who have it. As Wilfred Owen's poem "Insensibility" puts it so well, those who feel most of oth...