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The Clone Wars: Oasis Calm Vol. IVThe Clone Wars: Oasis Calm Vol. IV by TheIrishRogue
Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Oasis Calm -- Volume IV
“Suspicion is a poison. A small drop makes a deadly weapon of the freshest water; contaminating pure intent.”
The commotion within the great dining hall continued to rise when more commando droids stormed through doors and window slits in the wall. R4- G9 rolled hastily towards Aayla Secura, spinning clockwise around her. The disguised Jedi Knight took the Grand Chairman by the arm due to her protective instinct, preparing to rush him to a place of greater safety. Her eyes peered around the room then locked on a squad of droids rapidly closing in at a full sprint. Their weapons drawn!
Commander Bly and his squad abandoned their position, guarding the main entrance, and bolted to their general. “Freeze! Release the Chairmen!” the lowly pitched droids ordered repeatedly, “Freeze!” Bly couldn’t make it passed the metal squad without escalating the situation; a risk he was not willing to make.
The Clone Wars: Oasis Calm Vol. III Pt. 2The Clone Wars: Oasis Calm Vol. III Pt. 2 by TheIrishRogue
Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Oasis Calm Volume III continued ---- Part 2.
Commander Bly observed the pair while he followed them as a shadow. Each leaned in closely to whisper delicate words, even share several laughs. Looking closer, he saw the Chairman’s robes were not as glamorous as the temple’s initial grandeur. It seemed the prime reached its zenith decades prior; a time before sand, wind, war, and strife had taken its toll.
The growing harem stretched down the hall following the King and his blue female guest of honor. They turned a smooth corner into a large circular chamber with an equally vast round table made of prohibited Kashyyk timbers, taken before the system was declared Republic domain. “Your “summer estate” is quite luxurious your majesty.” His lordship’s eyes blinked slowly, being proud of Aayla Secura's compliment. “Isn’t it? Since I was a small boy, it’s always seemed so incredible. T
Lacking that Feeling"I don't know…"Lacking that Feeling by AngelAxexinf
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean I don't know."
Cord sits back in his chair, leveling a steady gaze at Ridge, who sits across from him. "Try to describe what you feel, then," he says. The bright medical bay lights shine down on the pair as the medic tries his best to figure out what had been bothering Ridge.
Ridge's face shows growing signs of discomfort. "That's kinda the problem, Cord…" Ridge huffs and runs agitated fingers through his red-streaked mohawk, a sign which Cord has learned means he's uncomfortable or embarrassed. "I don't think I really feel anything."
Ridge groans, squeezing his hands into fists in his lap. He keeps his eyes on anything but Cord. He focuses on the angularness of the beds, the walls, and the doors that lead to other, larger parts that he'd never seen before. Everything is a varying shade of grey or blue-tinged.
The medbay falls silent for a few moments, but the chair squeaks under Ridge's
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