A Life of Mere Fragments [collaborative for everyone, please read]

[Neive Undant]

Passed over, narrowly missing her

[Zechs Merquise]

and illuminating armor-clad search parties.

[Sam Tallav]

"Find her!" shouted a commander,

[Thrion Mitth]

a tremor wavering his voice.

[Adar Bolner]

He recalls her skill with

[Zechs Merquise]

her sharp tongue. It cut

[Darth Fett]

through the stilted, dogmatic propriety

[Darth Fett]

("Swallowing stale night air, she strolled through a field of iridescent flora smuggled from Felucia. Illegal. Immoral. But it looked like an enormous, immersive neon holovid. Her jacket bore the insignia of her mother's fighter unit: old, but not forgotten yet.

Small puddles flooded each footprint, little drops splashed all around and spread her tears over the communicator in her hands. Pop, fizzle, each drop sizzled to the land of eternity. The atmosphere thundered, imperial bombers soared overhead, searching for her. She'd have been dead hours ago if it wasn't for the trooper's hesitant, misplaced mercy. Now, she had to move before kathhounds discovered his flesh.

The scent jogged memories of acrid tannoids, chemicals & associations she'd cherish after she avenged her beloved fiancé, murdered yesterday by the scoundrel known as Milhouse.

But for now, she had to act quickly, before anyone caught her. Transports and spotlights passed over, narrowly missing her and illuminating armor-clad search parties.

"Find her!" shouted a commander, a tremor wavering his voice. He recalls her skill with her sharp tongue. It cut through the stilted, dogmatic propriety[...]")

[Zechs Merquise]

of Imperial propaganda.

She dove

[Darth Fett]

headfirst into the reservoir, masking