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The Measure of Friendship (Part Two) By ~PhoenixTorque Star Wars: The Old Republic Trooper (Badri Emras), pre-game Disclaimer: I don't own SW. I don't own SWTOR. ****** Emras was cut off mid-sentence by the grenade exploding under his feet. "Watch out—!" It all started with one little metal canister rolling on the ground in front of them, on a path straight between Sergeant Emras and Private Yuo. It had happened faster than any of them could react effectively. Emras shoved Yuo off to the side, but not quite fast enough. The explosion knocked Emras and Yuo away from each other, each landing hard on the ground. Despite that, Emras to

Who Guards the Power Guards? By ~PhoenixTorque Star Wars: The Old Republic Jedi Knight (Nahin Emras), Kira Carsen, Trooper (Badri Emras) DISCLAIMER: I don't own SW, SWTOR, or Kira. ****** It was Agent Galen. Covered in cybernetics that hadn't been there the last time Nahin had seen him. "You shouldn't have come here," he said. His voice was hollow, robotic. It sounded more like a droid than a man. Galen continued, "He'll make me hurt you. He already forced me to give up my fellow agents. Now they're all dead." "Agent Galen?" Kira asked before Nahin could get her thoughts together. The Padawan always spoke first and thought later. "What h

The Measure of Friendship (Part One) By PhoenixTorque Star Wars: The Old Republic Trooper (Badri Emras), pre-game Disclaimer: I have no ownership of SWTOR or anything SW. ****** If Iscom was honest with himself, the first thing he had noticed about the sergeant had been the eye patch. Of course, it was rather distracting. A big metal circle on someone’s face did catch the attention. But Iscom wasn’t fond of admitting when he was prejudiced, even if it was a minor, stupid, little thing. He liked to think that he was above the idiots who had made a big deal out of his appearance when he was a kid. Those kids hadn’t all been

Motives By PhoenixTorque Star Wars: The Old Republic Pre-game, no canon characters or PCs. DISCLAIMER: This is technically SWTOR fanfic, so all copyrights (c) holders etc., but there is very, very little recognizable left here. My apologies. ********** "Skyliss!" The Major turned around to find one very, very, angry doctor calling his name. "Skyliss!" Le'eth shouted, which, considering the noise level in the room, was rather unnecessary. Everyone could hear her, but then again, that was usually her point. "What the hell are you playing at?" she demanded as soon as she was within arm's reach. "What do you mean?" he asked coolly. "You kn

Cut Short By ~PhoenixTorque Star Wars: The Old Republic Smuggler (Korothy Andor), Trooper (Badri Ravjanday), pre-game DISCLAIMER: So, I don't own SWTOR, and the Sacking of Coruscant is cannon. Doesn't stop me from writing fanfic. ********** Coruscant. They were bombing Coruscant. The news had come in like a shockwave. One of the Ensigns had rushed into the room with no announcement, no warning, no protocol. They’re bombing Coruscant. The lecturer had run out, and they turned on every news source they could find. It was true. There was no news getting off the surface, only what the few broadcasters who could manage to break the jamm

It all started with one simple question. "Hey, does anyone in here mind switching roommates?" Aaron looked up from his textbook to see a tawny-haired teen poke his head into the common room. The dorm Aaron had ended up in was a strangely tall and narrow building. There were only five dorms on each floor, with a larger common room and a bathroom to share. Said common room is where he had taken the last of his calculus pre-work to finish after dumping his bags in his new dorm. His dormmate had apparently been there already, judging by the array of stuff strewn over the entirety of the small room, but hadn't stuck around. "Any reason why?" so

Moving Forward By PhoenixTorque Jedi Knight (Nahin Emras), Trooper (Badri Emras) Star Wars: The Old Republic Disclaimer: Uh. So, I don't own SWTOR. But really, this has very little to do with the game itself.... ********** "Master Jedi," he said as they passed in the hallway, and gave a brief nod. "Lieutenant Emras," she would reply shakily as he continued on his way. She wasn't supposed to hate, but it was eating at her. *** She could see him coming down the hall. She looked furtively at the wall in front of her. "Master Jedi," he said respectfully, giving her the same brief nod. "Lieutenant Emras," she said, three steps later. That

Disrespect and Conscience By PhoenixTorque (v2) SWTOR Trooper (Badri Emras) DISCLAIMER: This is fanfiction. That means I don't own SWTOR. If I did, these would be dialogue options. ------ BACKGROUND: Under orders from SpecForce commander General Garza, Lt. Badri Emras and Sgt. Aric Jorgan of Havoc Squad have taken down Krel, a madman cyborg. Before his death, Krel claimed to have implanted cybernetic devices unknowingly into unwilling test subjects that will activate once they have reintegrated into normal society and kill dozens of people. ------"Come in lieutenant," was General Garza's terse greeting on the holocom. Badri fumbled with the c

1. Welcome Aboard "We are here for a purpose," Siajule said, "and if you're too much of a coward to give everything, even your life, for the Republic, then get your sorry ass out of my sight before I kill you myself." (Thrata Siajule, Legacy: Assignment[wt]) 2. Months Ago "You know how sometimes it feels like time has gone by so fast that it's taken forever?" Badri asked. (Badri Emras, The Measure of Machines/Friendship) 3. Breathe Again It dawned on him that he was going to miss breathing; he rather enjoyed it. (Greyscale) 4. His And Her They always fought about everything, but nothing was worse than who would have to take him. (J