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Star Light Chapter One

Pairing: Tech x Pantoran!OC

Words: 1498

Warnings: none (future warning: major angst & character death)

Summary: Tech seeks the medical attention of a medic in training due to regularly staffed medic’s of Kamino being over staffed. He meets the curious Pantoran, Star Light who has a secret that he feels he must find out.

Tech looked down at the small abrasion on his forearm from today’s training with his brothers. It wasn’t often that members of the Bad Batch ever got injured, they never got injured on a major scale. But Hunter had miscalculated ever so slightly with his knives and accidentally snagged Tech’s arm in the process. The cut wasn’t bad but it was enough to warrant some medical attention. And so Tech was heading to the wing of the cloning facility on Kamino. He held his forearm in his hand, glancing down at it every so often. The cut was still there with blood smeared around it. On his way to the facility he passed a group of regs who had been stationed on cleaning duty, cleaning up another mural that had mysteriously appeared on the walls of the facility. Tech and every other clone on Kamino was familiar with these murals. They would mysteriously appear over night and have to be scrubbed away the next day by order of the Kaminoans. However they were always beautiful, this particular mural showcased a sunset over green grassy plains that reflected the soft light of the setting sun. Tech seemed to get lost in the artistic nature and skill of the piece that he was a bit shaken when a reg swiped his soapy sponge right over the center of the painting, washing away the very focal point of the painting and taking out the setting sun. Just like that the light of the painting was gone. Tech felt his heart drop for a mere moment. The art that was so stunning was now permanently messed up, but a spark of hope ignited in him when he remembered each mural that was washed away would soon be replaced by another even more lovely then the last. And another thought dawned on him before he continued to walk, the sun must always set. He thought to himself as he moved on to the medical wing. Because if the sun does not set then it is impossible to see the STARLIGHT.

“We can’t help you trooper.” A busy medica said as she worked diligently to disinfect a blaster wound on the shoulder of another trooper. “We are understaffed and overworked. And the 212th just came back from a terrible battle. We don’t have the space for a clone with a small cut, I’m sorry.” She added as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve before taking out the supplies needed to stitch up the same wound that she had just disinfected. “We could send him to that medic in training.” Another medic suggested. “Would Lama Su be okay with that?” The first medic replied and the other one shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I mean she never gets to see any action and it’s not like this is a major wound, it’s just a small abrasion. Just a little disinfectant and maybe a batcha patch and he’ll be fine.” The other medic replied as they turned from one injured clone to the other, taking on two of the injured clones as to show just how short staffed they were. The first medic sighed before turning back to Tech. “Alright, go see Star Light. She’s down the hall to the right. Second door. She can help you.” Tech nodded and thanked the medic before leaving the busy medical wing.

Star flipped the page of the only book in her possession as she laid on her stomach on her bed. Her quarters on Kamino weren’t large or spacious by any means but they were enough for one person. “GONK” Her gonk droid spoke as it waddled up to her, nudging her bed as it did so. “Yes, Gink, I know I have read this book at least a dozen times this week.” She muttered to the droid. “GONK” It replied, the word being the only word in it’s vocabulary. “Well what do you wanna do? It’s not like I have anything else to do and Lama Su won’t let me leave without her permission.” “GONK” “I can’t sneak out now! It’s daytime! Someone will notice!” She replied as she looked down at her droid. “I like it in here and so do you.” “GONK” “Oh come on, Gink it’s not so bad in hear.” Before the droid could even respond the door to her quarters swooshed open and Star sat straight up in her bed, yellow eyes wide and nervous. She was expecting to see Lama Su or another Kaminoan visit her to remind her of the rules in place for her stay on Kamino but instead she was met with a clone. And not just any old run of the mill clone, this one was different. Unlike any of the others she had seen before. “Are you Star Light?” The clone asked, his accent was also different from the others which only peaked Star’s curiosity. “I am.” She replied as she stood from her bed and brushed a loose strand of violet hair away from her face. “Hi.” She added meekly with a small wave. “What are you doing here?” She asked once it clicked that there was someone who probably shouldn’t be in her quarters now standing across from her. “My name is Tech. The medical wing sent me here because they were overwhelmed.” “They sent you to me?” Star asked as she pointed a blue finger at herself and her yellow eyes widened once more in surprise. “But I’m just a medic in training- I don’t know how to-” “It’s just a small cut, miss Star Light.” Tech said as he lifted his arm, showing her the wound and Star sighed in relief. “Oh.” She said softly. “Well let me see what I can do, please sit.” She offered as she gestured to her bed where her singular book stayed open to the page she was just reading. Gink watched the clone sit down on her bed and turned in the direction Star went to get a bachta patch. “GONK” “It’s fine Gink let him sit.” Star replied as she got the supplies and walked over to him. She sat down next to him and gently took his arm in her hands. “Can you either roll up your sleeve or take off your shirt?” She asked politely and Tech nodded. He removed the shirt of his blacks leaving his upper half bare and giving her a clear space on his arm to work. She quickly used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood from the cut and clean the wound. Tech’s eyes wondered as she worked and looked over to the open book on her bed. “You were reading about Naboo?” He asked, making small conversation. And indigo flush covered her cheeks as she worked. “Oh, um, yes. It’s an Atlas it has information on all kinds of planets I’ve never seen and probably won’t ever get to see. It’s also the only book I have so I spend a lot of time reading it over and over again.” Tech’s eyes focused on the picture at the top of one of the pages in the book. A sunset. It was identical to the one he had seen painted outside on his way to the medical facility. Perhaps Starlight was the artist responsible for the murals that always seemed to spontaneously appear.

“What did you mean when you said you will probably never be able to see these planets?” Tech asked as he gestured to the book and Star put the Bacta patch on his arm. “Well, I’m not exactly supposed to leave my quarters on Kamino.” “Why not?” “Well-” “GONK” Star flinched as she heard Gink interrupt their conversation. “You need to go.” She said quickly to Tech. “What why?” He asked as she quickly pushed him up and out of her bed before tossing his shirt to him. “I’m not supposed to have visitors.” Sher replied. “And Lama Su is on her way here now.” Star added in a panic. “But why can’t you have visitors?” He asked, wanting answers. Tech was only doing what he knew best, research and investigating. There was something about this Pantoran that was being kept from him and naturally, Tech wanted to know everything that he possibly could. “There’s no time for me to explain. You need to go now!” Star ushered him one more time before finally her door swooshed open and she got the man to step outside and leave. Once the door swooshed shut she let out a sigh of relief. “GONK” Her droid barked again. Lama Su was closer and therefore, Star was in danger. She quickly moved to “act natural” and threw herself back on to her bed and continue reading her one book. And it was just in time too, the doors swooshed open and there was the Kaminoan who monitored her every move. “Good afternoon, Lama Su.” Star said quickly and politely. “Hello Star.”

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thekillingquill · 6 years

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Wolves of War

Characters: Scott McCall, Chris Argent, OC/Reader Warnings: Violence. Summary: A 17-year-old girl in a small rural town has no business being apart of any war, let alone one between humans and supernaturals. However, she doesn’t have the luxury of a choice when an Alpha comes recruiting. A/N: Blurb #2 for the January Challenge. I tried a new style. Sorry in advance if the style didn’t work out.

“Everyone knew that a dog backed into a corner bites. I’d just never actually considered that the dog could be me.” — Kristen Simmons

There is always something needin’ to be done on a ranch. PawPaw’s part, and the part of all the men in my family, was always the cattle and the fixin’ of whatever was broke down that day. MawMaw kept the house, the family, and the books in order and bred the dogs.

My contribution to the farm for as long as I could remember was workin’ with animals. The feedin’ and the groomin’ plus the trainin’. But the dogs and the chickens? Those were my responsibilities alone ever since I could walk, talk and carry a pail. Folks born into the Saracen family learnt about responsibilities early on in life. Ya do your part--ain’t no other way to be gettin’ by in a town as small as ours.

If it hadn’t been for the dang dogs I woulda never been outside that night, never woulda crossed paths with that red eyed monster, never woulda become a monster myself.

“The war is coming,” the monster said with the face of a man--and he had this look about him that I’d seen in critters caught in a trap: terror. Then I was the one whose face was fulla terror, because he wasn’t a man no more, he was all red eyes and sharp teeth--lungin’ for my shoulder.

When I woke up I was in the barn with straw and dirt stuck all over me, glued to my skin with sticky blood, but there weren’t no mark to be seen. I didn’t know yet that I was a monster--didn’t know how dangerous I could be.

Life was one big adrenaline rush: I was hearin’ better, seein’ further, movin’ faster and liftin’ heavier loads with no effort at all. It sounds good on paper, but there were bad things happenin’ to me, too. I broke door handles and scared the animals--the dogs growlin’ every time I came near the kennels, the horses shyin’ away.

And then there was the howlin’ at night. The call of that wild sonuvabitch who speaks of a war and a need for preparation--the monster, the man, the Alpha I can’t ignore. Every dang night callin’ me to the woods to meet with the pack--a ragtag group of misfits rangin’ in age from thirteen to thirty-eight. Puttin’ me through his trainin’ regime ‘cause we’re being’ hunted. Well, I wasn’t bein’ hunted before he bleedin’ bit me.

But now here I am, runnin’ for my gaw’dang life while gunfire echoes through the woods behind me. I can still see the arrow protrudin’ outta the red eyed monster’s chest. There was this beat of oppressive silence and then the twang of another loosed arrow, the poppin’ of gunfire and the sound of dirt and rocks kicked up by our feet--leaderless wolves on the run for our dang lives.

I didn’t realize where I was runnin’ to ‘til I was nearly there. A girl feels safest at home with her family, but I’d be leadin’ these hunters straight to ‘em. With my heart poundin’ I could barely hear anythin’ comin’ up behind me, but I knew they were there. I felt like if I could just get home, if I could just reach the barn, I could shake the hunters.

You could try fightin’ a little voice growls in the back of my mind. It sounds an awful lot like the monster. The monster who tried to fight and is more’n likely dead by now. How many of us have been taken down? Am I the last one runnin’ am I the last? Fight, flight or hide, them’s my only options.

Bark is blown off the tree in front of me, and I instinctively move myself lower to the ground, weavin’ and bobbin’ as much as I can to get outta range. I’m suddenly out in the open, in the field leadin’ to the ranch. I start sprintin’ full out toward the barn, hopin’ I can make it there faster than any bullet aimed my way. I don’t put much stock in hopin’ but maybe there’s somethin’ to it, because I make it to the barn without incident.

Maybe I’ll make it outta this thing alive--maybe my life don’t have to be based around this war. Maybe tomorrow things’ll be normal and I’ll do the feedin’ and the groomin’ and the trainin’ of the animals--we got a new batcha pups that need attendin’ to. I grip the sides of the ladder and launch myself up several steps, headin’ to the shadowy parts of the rafters above to wait this out.

The waitin’ feels like an eternity, and a minute, an icy winter and a swelterin’ summer all rolled up together in some sort of confusin’ paradox of time. How long ‘til it’s safe to crawl out of the shadows? I try focusin’ my senses, but new skills take their time to develop. Frankly I hadn’t been tryin’ too hard to learn, resentful as I am about the situation--somethin’ I find myself feelin’ regretful over.

I’m about to bite the bullet, so to speak, and crawl outta my hidin’ spot when the door to the barn is blown off it’s dang hinges! The smell of gunpowder wafts into the room moments before the weak beam of a flashlight at the end of a huntin’ rifle comes around the corner ahead’uv the man wearin’ dark clothes. He’s got these goggles on his head--possibly for night vision.

My chest tightens with fear when the beam passes over my hidin’ spot. I’m thankin’ my dumb luck when it passes over me and the man starts to exit. Except that he ain’t leavin’. Next thing I know somethin’ is hittin’ the hay beside me. It takes me a moment to realize it’s some kinduv explosive. The adrenaline hits me so hard that I don’t bother with the ladder, just launch myself off the rafters as fast and as far as I can before it detonates.

I hit the ground on my side, breakin’ my shoulder if the crack and the blindin’ pain is anythin’ to go by. The blast puts a dang hole in the roof and in my pain fueled daze all I’m thinkin’ is how much that’s gonna cost the ranch and how much time my kin are gonna spend fixin’ it up tomorrow. I roll onto my back, clutchin’ my shoulder when the man in black stands over me, his goggles discarded. My mouth opens in surprise--’cause standin’ over me with a rifle is my third grade teacher and nearest neighbour, Mr. Wilcox. The man who taught me my multiplyin’ is gonna put a bullet between my eyes.

“How does that saying go?” A deep voice says from the gapin’ hole where the barn door used to be. Mr. Wilcox turns his head toward the voice, but I keep my eyes focused on his gun. “Pick on someone your own size?”

I tried runnin’ and I tried hidin’. I ain’t doin’ it no more. It’s time to give fightin’ a chance. With my good arm, I swipe at Mr. Wilcox’s rifle roarin’ with a previously untapped rage. The hand that makes contact with the barrel of his rifle is lethal with extended claws. Mr. Wilcox lets out a yell of surprise and the gun goes off harmlessly above my head, puttin’ another hole in the barn. With another roar, I kick at his legs, keepin’ a good grip on the barrel of his gun until he goes down and loses his grip. There ain’t anythin’ graceful about the way I scramble to my feet, but I got his dang gun in my hands.

In a fit of rage, I pull the gun back and hit him as hard as I can in the head. I can hear his skull fracture under the force, and it’s that sound that snaps me outta it. My rage becomes fear and disgust. I can taste Mr. Wilcox’s blood in the air, its smell surroundin’ me. I hear the crunch of boot on straw and remember that I ain’t exactly been alone this whole time.

With faster reflexes than I believed possible, I bring the rifle up and aim it at the threat I nearly forgot about. He’s a man in his forties, but he ain’t no local. I know everyone in this town and they know me. With Mr. Wilcox’s rifle trained on him, he lifts on hand from his gun, letting the barrel point toward the ground.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He says in a steady voice. I’d be inclined to believe him, except that my third grade teacher just had this rifle pointed at my head.

“Put it down.” I growl. I ain’t never spoken disrespectfully to my elders before. Now I’ve gone and cracked one’s skull and am aimin’ a rifle at another. MawMaw would be so disappointed in me if she knew. The man slowly lowers to a crouch, placing his gun to the floor. It ain’t no huntin’ rifle--looks military grade to me.

Now that he’s disarmed, I don’t know what to do. I could circle around him and leave, but where would I go? He knows where I live. I don’t know if he’s friend or foe. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and I’m so dang jittery that my finger squeezes the trigger. I hiss as the kickback knocks against my injured shoulder. The bullet misses the man but had to have grazed a boy who can’t be much older than I am. His features have briefly twisted into a grimace and a hand presses on his arm. I can’t tell if the blood I’m smellin’ is his or Mr. Wilcox’s.

He’s got them glowin’ red eyes trained on me. They don’t seem as monstrous on him as they did on the guy that bit me. He’s got what MawMaw would refer to as an honest face, but I ain’t about to lower this rifle based on that.

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He says with the kinda voice I use when an animal is in distress: calm and soothin’. Each step he takes is deliberately slow and he keeps both hands up high where I can see ‘em. I don’t want this to relax me any, but I can feel the tension leavin’ parts of my body.

“Who are you?” I ask for lack of anything better to say. I know he’s an Alpha, but I don’t know what he’s doin’ here or who those people shootin’ at me were. With the exception of Mr. Wilcox, of course. Are all of my neighbours in on this?

“My name is Scott McCall, and this is Chris Argent. We came here tonight because we’d heard there was a pack in hiding.” The reminder of the pack sets my teeth on edge.

“He was preparin’ for war. I didn’t ask for this life.” Scott takes another step toward me and I train the rifle at his head, though I don’t think I have it in me to shoot him.

“How old are you?” He asks in that same soothin’ tone of voice.

“Seventeen,” I answer quickly, adjusting my grip on the rifle. Scott picks up on my silent warnin’ and doesn’t come any closer.

“I was two years younger than you when I was out in the woods with my best friend. We got separated and an Alpha named Peter Hale bit me and changed my life forever. I get the feeling that you know what I’m talking about.” The thing is, I do know.

“I ain’t ever gonna be safe again, am I?” Scott’s hands lower to his sides.

“That really depends on you. We came here tonight to try to save your pack. Your Alpha is gone. Best case scenario is that your packmates are like you: hiding or on the run from hunters. Worst case scenario is that they’ve been captured or put down. You’ve got a choice to make now. You can come with us and we can help you learn to fight back against the hunters. Or we can help you find a safe place.”

“I can’t stay here.” I say, because it ain’t a question. I knew as soon as the arrow pierced the monster’s chest that life as I knew it was over. It’s just a matter of what to do from now.

“Now that they’ve found you, they won’t stop coming. I’m sorry.” I was expectin’ Scott to answer, but this came from Chris. Despite his more brusque way of speakin’ I got the sense that he really was sorry.

“What happened to my family?” I ask, because surely someone woulda come out to investigate the gunfire and the explosion by now. Someone shoulda been out settlin’ the horses and the dogs--all of which are awake and cryin’ out in a panic.

“They’re safe.” Chris answers. “Everyone in a 20 mile radius has been evacuated because of a suspected gas leak.”

They must have been so worried when I wasn’t in my bed.

“Will I be able to see them before I go?” I look to Scott for the answer, because I think he’ll give it to me gentler than his partner. I find the sympathy I wanted in his puppy dog eyes.

“We have to keep moving. The longer we stay the better the chance that the hunters pick up our trail.” I swallow this down, because I’m a Saracen and I’m used to tough breaks.

“We can let you write a note,” Chris concedes bendin’ down to pickup his gun. “You can tell your family that you’ve run away and that you’re safe. But we’ve gotta go now. There are still hunters running around those woods looking for strays. It’s time for you to make your choice”

I tried runnin’ and I tried hidin’.

“I wanna fight.” I tell them, lowein’ the rifle.

Scott smiles at me, and I know that this decision is right. I hid, I ran, I fought and I survived the night, but ain’t everyone been as lucky as me. I never wanted this life, but I got it and I’m gonna dang well do somethin’ with it.

I’m gonna fight.

The January Challenge

Every day in the month of January I will post a blurb or one-shot based on or inspired by a quote. How is this challenging? Every time I sit down to write a 500-800 blurb things get out of hand and suddenly I have a 3 part 18K fic on my hands! This challenge is meant to help me learn to write shorter pieces. Every pieces should be under 3K words.

Please note that I will NOT be doing a tag list for the January Challenge.

#Teen Wolf Imagine #Teen Wolf Fan Fic #Teen Wolf Fan Fiction #Scott McCall Imagine #Chris Argent Imagine #Wolves of War #Scott McCall #Chris Argent #Day 2 #January Challenge #Quill Writes

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