The Art of War"I come no more to make you laugh: things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; The subject will deserve it."
VGR-001, Droid General of the Separatist cause, walked by, inspecting his troops as they prepped for invasion of Toydaria. Many of the droids looked at VGR with some confusion as he gave the small speech, addressing them in a grave manner. It was still early in the war, and many neutral planets hung in the balance.
Though VGR's voice was the same tinny level as theirs, the fresh troops were able to ascertain that VGR was not the average cheap robot of the CIS. He marched in deep red color, a single black stripe on his thin head, granting him the rank of General, and VGR would brook no clownish antics from his men.
A new dawn arose as the sun peaked upon the horizon of Toydaria, r
The Last Cold Day In HellAuthor's note: There is some mature content in this story, while not explicit I wrote it to be about intimacy and not to be offensive.
Plus, this story is a 3rd "Barrisoka" installment, a sequel to "Dark Gift for Palpatine" and "The Greatest Journey", and it is a bit darker than the previous stories. It's a little longer than the other two but it was a story that got into my head to write.
I welcome any critiques and suggestions
The Last Cold Day in Hell
Many Years had passed, since I first saw your face
On that fateful day in the Arena.
Now, in these dark times, I wonder if I come to you at night, in dreams,
or in the day, as memories.
Do I haunt your hours
in the way you haunted mine?
And I wonder if you see me when you look at her.
If we have souls, they are made of the love we share.
Undimmed by time. Unbound by Death.
After all these years, I will see you again,
and in that moment, I know I am home.
~From the Journal of Conradin Hadranus.