Shadow Writer
"He'll recover, but the brain damage was extensive."
"Are you sure he'll be the same person when he wakes up?"
"I hope so."
Kylo Ren only nodded. Dr. Autrati was the best neuroscientist in the galaxy.
The fabled Stag Nation - the nation of stags.
Okay, fine, I don't know what stagnation means off the top of my head. Does that mean I'm a horrible writer? Do you want to fight me over it? I have to warn you, I've fought before.
The stranger slipped into the tavern, drawing no notice, and slipping over to a table. A waiter came up.
"I'm just resting," he said, cutting her off.
The drummer paraded up and down the street, watching for the sign that his conductor had given. Something was off, something wasn't right.
There! A glimmer of light! Was that the Unbalancer that was haunting this band?
The everlasting covenant. The one thing that had held his people together.
But it was broken, sealed in a glass case in a forgotten wing of a forgotten museum, only waiting to be touched by the right person...
"I need a lift. Can you get me to Coruscant?"
"Sure, kid. Hop on the shuttle - I'll pay."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
Rey sprinted up the ramp and into the ship, off for Coruscant - and, possibly, her family - at last.
The thieves came in the night, stealing all the people's gold and silver and all manner of precious things. That was okay though, because they were Mormons and believed in treasures in heaven.
She walked over to the group, trying to introduce herself, but they turned their backs. Just like every other group that she had ever met.
Would she ever find a group of friends?
"He's a certified florist."
I harrumph. Certified florist, my foot. That man couldn't name a rose if the answer was waved in front of him.
"There are steps you need to take. This isn't just a one time thing--nothing of importance ever is."
"Okay. So, what's the whole point of this?"
"To gain an unbiased and knowledgeable view of the universe we live in."
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