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No dishonor in my house (just a raw story outline)
No dishonor in my house.
Leo and Raph are in a relationship
have been for a while now
so they decide to finally tell Splinter about it
Raph doesn't think it's such a good idea, he's really insecure and worried, despite Leo’s best efforts to reassure him
then, they do go to Splinter and tell him
instead of his approval or acceptance, however, he reacts quite unfavorable
basically he does not approve. At all
he almost instantly starts telling Leonardo to stop this nonsense and how Raph is corrupting him, distracting him from being the leader and how unhonorable this all is.
Raph feels all of his insecurities and fears of being the “bad child” confirmed and starts backing out, murmuring about leaving Leo alone, but Leo won't have any of that.
Instead, he tells Splinter that they didn't tell him to ask his approval, but simply to let him know and he won't break up with Raph just because it might be dishonorable.
Splinter is really displeased with the situation, but leaves
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
Infected - Ch. 14 Duncan nodded without hesitation and ran off up the stairs towards the lab. "You two go with him and make sure he doesn't blow anything up!" Sky shouted to Tyler and Sips.
"What about you?" Tyler asked.
"You go with them, I have to do this alone!" Seto said.
"I abandoned you once." Sky pulled his sword out of its sheath solemnly. "I'm not doing it again."
Seto growled. "Damn you, Commander." He spun around and held up his hands. Before Sky could react, a purple tinted wall appeared between them. "This is my fight."
Sky was about to protest when his eyes widened and he gasped. "Seto, duck!"
Seto dove down without protest, a purple plasma ball barely missing him as it hit the force field. Suddenly, from up the staircase, there was a crash of glass and a shout of alarm from Duncan. "SIPS!"
Sips grabbed Sky's arm. "Come on, Sunglasses, we gotta help h
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 2
December 25, 2268
There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong.
Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.5Orbit of Malastare, Republic star destroyer Adamant
Master Windu looked dubiously at the diminutive being before him as Doctor Boll smiled at him pleasantly.
“Doctor Boll, you'll excuse me for being brusque but we have something of a situation here. One of our units on the planet below are nearly overrun, I don't have the time to brief you on the situation.”
“Of course not!” the diminutive bivall chirped shrilly. “That's exactly why I'm here, to solve your problem.”
“You think your research could be of use?” Master Windu asked.
The scientist nodded. “Yes indeed, my weapon can disable the Separatist army in its tracks without harming our own forces.”
“This is an ion blast weapon.” Commander Ponds said as he examined the specifications. “It's going to knock out most of our equipment and the systems in our armor.”
“Well, yes, there is that.” Doctor Boll said dismissively. “But you can fig
Glad You're Here - Chapter One (Rytho) Rythian laid in a hammock that was tied between two trees, reading a book with his reading glasses sitting upon his nose. The sun was low in the sky, but he still had quite a few hours left. He loved nights like this; nights when the sky was clear and the air itself around him appeared to be an orange color. It was a beautiful night; and it was about to get better.
He heard footsteps, and a shape pulled itself up into the hammock. The figure looked at him in alarm and squeaked, "Rythian!"
Rythian jumped and dropped his book in surprise, but didn't fall off. "Seto-?"
Seto glared at him playfully. "My turn." He growled.
Rythian raised one eyebrow. "Who said we were taking turns?"
"And when was that?"
Rythian winced. "I thought we agreed that anything I say when I'm drunk is forfeit."
"Yeah but you weren't drunk, you were just
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 3
December 25, 2268
Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the USS Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier.
The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but so w
Spider-Man: Hail to the King Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty: Disable.
Underground, Harry Osborn and his team are searching for the source the Goblin bombs so they can send a signal to disable all of them. Above them was Agent Venom, Mercury Team, Deadpool, and Toxin as they acted as distraction for the Symbiote enhanced Goblin thugs above the prime bomb.
"Harry, Leader and Stark just found the source of the Goblin Bombs underneath Times Square, I need you and your team to disable it and thus it'll disable the remaining bombs." Peter tells his old friend as he turns to Flash "Flash, some video feed has shown the Symbiote Infected thugs are right above the Prime bomb. We need you, Deadpool, Mercury Team, and even Brock to keep them occupied while harry does his part."
"I gotcha Pete. But..." Flash starts as he leans in to Peter's ear "...I don't trust Brock at all. We both know he puts his ideals above everyone else."
"I understand Flash, and if anything goes awry involving Brock,
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.6Entering the atmosphere of Malastare
“Incoming.” Grieg reported.
“I see them.” Dusty said as he looked down at his sensor screen. “Cannons ready.”
The first screen of Republic fighters jumped ahead of the Y-wings and ARC-170s, heading outwards to engage the incoming Separatist fighters. The two groups clashed, on Dusty's screen it was shown as two swarms of red and blue dots meeting and clashing as they intermingled. Small groups of red dots broke out on the other side of the blue swarm and came towards the. He looked out the side of his cockpit to see a trio of ARC-170s breaking off to engage the enemy fighters. He flexed his hands on the triggers for his ion cannons. He'd seen enough combat to know that no escort was completely secure.
“All yours.” Grieg said as the first enemy game into firing range.
Dusty swiveled the turret around to bear on the incoming droid fighters, depressing the trigger buttons and watching as the angry blue bo
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