Post by Foxfire on May 18, 2011 21:45:31 GMT -5
Heya all well Halc is no another oddball thread adventure in space so this posting are will consist of pre-postings for Halc and some other of my chars. To post with out posting.
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The time crept by for Halc whilst he was upon the floating smuggler ships. The day or was it night, Halc did not know nor did he care. What did matter to him was the lack of pie. After he found this delicious dessert at a Zoist fair he could not get the wanted taste for it out of his mind. It was blinding him in such a manner that he did not notice the new ship docking and the active sweeps of a force user.
His mind was troubled by thoughts of the past and by the insane gibberish that was running through his twisted and tormented mind. Muttering to himself Halc was walking by a hallway that led to a hatch with the new ones were coming through. With a fresh pudding in one hand and a shiny jewel encrusted tiara in the other Halc just happened to stop at the mouth of the hallway as the hatch was opening.
For the first time Halc was so surprised that he dropped both, the pudding and the shiny object, and fled deep into the cargo bay of the ship. There his mind started to race with fear. With his mind in chaos his telepathic power was thrashing about the ship crabbing hold on to any loose object and activating any panel that was not locked down. So doors opened and closed trash and rolling chairs moved about, all seeming ghost like.
In a food locker and rocking back and forth Halc tried to calm himself but none of the shiny objects nor the food that was around him quieted his nerves. The darker side of his mind started to ask.....
In a hissing tone-What shall you do? Do you give in to the pain again or will you fight?
Halc's normal voice-Should not is not Jedi way ...... is not.....not my way. All I want is sweet pie and quietness.
WE NEEDS to know what day wants.
Yes find them out. Find their needs and see if they could fill our needs.
Tentatively Halc moved from the locker as he did his hand grabbed hold of a cooked sausage that was about 12 inches in length. His mind was racing on it's own. Old saber skills were showing themselves. Holding on to the piece of pork like a light saber Halc's foot work showed his Shii-Cho. He paced slowly toward the hallway nearest to the entry portal. Putting his back up against the door jam Halc counted to four, ... or at least tried too, before stepping out to face who or what ever they were.
ONe, Tttttwoooo, freee, five, Eight, ten, ..... oh boy.... four!!!
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The time crept by for Halc whilst he was upon the floating smuggler ships. The day or was it night, Halc did not know nor did he care. What did matter to him was the lack of pie. After he found this delicious dessert at a Zoist fair he could not get the wanted taste for it out of his mind. It was blinding him in such a manner that he did not notice the new ship docking and the active sweeps of a force user.
His mind was troubled by thoughts of the past and by the insane gibberish that was running through his twisted and tormented mind. Muttering to himself Halc was walking by a hallway that led to a hatch with the new ones were coming through. With a fresh pudding in one hand and a shiny jewel encrusted tiara in the other Halc just happened to stop at the mouth of the hallway as the hatch was opening.
For the first time Halc was so surprised that he dropped both, the pudding and the shiny object, and fled deep into the cargo bay of the ship. There his mind started to race with fear. With his mind in chaos his telepathic power was thrashing about the ship crabbing hold on to any loose object and activating any panel that was not locked down. So doors opened and closed trash and rolling chairs moved about, all seeming ghost like.
In a food locker and rocking back and forth Halc tried to calm himself but none of the shiny objects nor the food that was around him quieted his nerves. The darker side of his mind started to ask.....
In a hissing tone-What shall you do? Do you give in to the pain again or will you fight?
Halc's normal voice-Should not is not Jedi way ...... is not.....not my way. All I want is sweet pie and quietness.
WE NEEDS to know what day wants.
Yes find them out. Find their needs and see if they could fill our needs.
Tentatively Halc moved from the locker as he did his hand grabbed hold of a cooked sausage that was about 12 inches in length. His mind was racing on it's own. Old saber skills were showing themselves. Holding on to the piece of pork like a light saber Halc's foot work showed his Shii-Cho. He paced slowly toward the hallway nearest to the entry portal. Putting his back up against the door jam Halc counted to four, ... or at least tried too, before stepping out to face who or what ever they were.
ONe, Tttttwoooo, freee, five, Eight, ten, ..... oh boy.... four!!!