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Purely a misread there.



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Sorry if this is a bit too short!



Tiger didn’t have a very good track record when it came to birthdays. Last year, for instance, he’d only got two presents, and the year before that he’d just lost the competition to Holly.

He’d hoped this one might be a little better, but it seemed to be worse. At least this year he had got presents, even if there weren’t that many and one of them (Holly’s, of course) had literally blown up in his face.

The problem was that what was meant to be a party had soon turned into just another evening of darts. Tiger’s father had given him some money, but he had promptly lost it all by losing a round to Andy.

He’d decided to escape before he was bankrupted, and had slipped out unnoticed during a particularly dramatic match between Holly and Timothy. Cautiously, he opened the door to the throne room a crack.

There was no-one there, as he had expected, except a huge white tiger who lifted her head as he came in and shut the door softly behind him.

“It’s alright, Minty,” he said quietly. “Only me.”

He walked slowly over to the tiger, who now appeared to be asleep, and sat down on the red rug beside her.

“Just you and me,” he said sadly. “Just you and me.”

I GOT A 9! YOU KNOW, BECAUSE THE BOOTS ADD 5!

...is that while Jaleth was curious enough to ask, he wasn't curious enough to find out for certain, and Lorson just had better things to do with his time. As far as they're both concerned, if he can do his job just fine, it doesn't matter.

Plus, Lorson wasn't too keen on getting snapped up by the Sith or the Jedi (this is set back in the Old Republic era) so he had other reasons for not trying to find out.

I liked that you did a good job of giving a sense of how bewildering not being a slave anymore was.

One thing I'm confused about (and this could be not knowing Star Wars well) is that Lorson not being tested for Force sensitivity was mentioned and then the test never happened.

- Tomash

((Not an escape in the traditional sense, but I'd say this one counts.))



8386071 stood still, stripped to the waist with his arms bound in front of him as the Mandalorian circled him slowly.

“How old?”

“Twenty-two years and four months,” Ressh replied. “Son of a human whore and who knows what; a mongrel, most likely.”

“That doesn’t concern me.” The Mandalorian, Jaleth Ellea, tapped 8386071’s arm with a gauntleted hand, producing a faint clinking noise. “How old’s this thing?”

“Six years, same as the eye.”

“That’ll need replacing,” Jaleth muttered. “He got a name?”

Ressh grunted and shook his head.

“You’ll need a name,” Jaleth said, and 8386071 felt a small thrill of hope. Could it really be happening? He was leaving the palace? But what if his new master was crueler than the current one? Though nothing could be as bad as the breeding, could it? Or was he tempting fate with such thinking?

Jaleth turned to Ressh. “I’ll take him.”

“Three thousand credits,” Ressh said, and 8386071’s eyes widened, certain the Mandalorian would be dissuaded by the price—but Jaleth simply handed over his credit chip without a word.

The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. His chest was cut open and the detonator removed, and then he was hurried away to Jaleth’s ship. He’d never been to the nicer parts of the palace before, let alone the Master’s private shuttle landing, and he looked around with wide eyes at the gleaming floors and carved walls—and then he was bundled onto the ship without so much as a chance to say goodbye to Jeyla.

Jaleth piloted the shuttle into orbit, and 8386071 risked lifting his eyes off the floor to peek out the window. Tatooine was… somehow small, seeing it from this high up. He’d been told the planets were round, but until that moment, he wasn’t entirely sure if he’d believed it.

The cuffs that bound his wrists suddenly opened and fell to the floor with a clank, and Jaleth returned the remote opener to his pocket.

“So.” Jaleth spoke and 8386071 jumped, his gaze returning to his feet. “You’re a good fighter. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, sir,” 8386071 finally said when it became clear the Mandalorian was waiting for him to speak.

Jaleth waved a dismissive hand. “None of that ‘sir’ business, d’you hear? You’re free now.”

8386071’s breath hitched. “F-free?” he stuttered.

“Free,” Jaleth repeated. “So how about you look me in the eye as an equal?”

Slowly, 8386071 did so, surprised to see Jaleth’s mouth turned up in a smile.

“That’s more like it, son,” Jaleth said, and 8386071 hesitantly smiled back. “Tell me, you were born on Tatooine, right? Ever left it before?”

“Yes sir, to both questions,” 8386071 said. “I’ve been taken offworld before to participate in prize fights on Nar Shaddaa.”

“Jaleth,” he corrected 8386071, who ducked his head in consternation. “You’re free now. Don’t call me sir again.”

“Yes si—yes… Jaleth.”

Jaleth nodded, steepling his fingers together. “You could do things out there that I’d never seen a human being do without the use of the Force,” he said. “You ever been tested before?”

8386071 shook his head.

“Huh.” Jaleth scratched his chin, then shrugged. “So, way I see it, you’ve got a couple of options now. I drop you off at a spaceport of your choosing with a bit of money and some proper clothes, and send you on to live your life as you see fit… or, you can stay with me, if you want, and I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. But first—you’re gonna need a name. Got any ideas?”

8386071 shook his head again. Jaleth shrugged and pulled out a datapad, scrolling through it until he tossed it at 8386071.

“There you go.”

8386071 looked down at what he could only assume was a list of names. “I, um… I can’t…”

Jaleth pinched the bridge of his nose and 8386071 tensed, expecting a beating, but Jaleth motioned for him to throw the datapad back.

“My quarters are just that way,” Jaleth said, pointing. “First door on the left. Help yourself to some clothes and come back in here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, 8386071 hurried to do so. The clothing he found was so soft, and clean, and none of the fabric contained any holes. It even smelled clean, he thought, holding a shirt up to his nose and inhaling appreciatively. He pulled it on, marveling at how silky the fabric felt compared to the rough cloth he was used to.

Not wanting to keep Jaleth waiting, 8386071 went back to the bridge, where Jaleth was sitting, his pilot’s chair spun to face the copilot’s.

“Sit down,” Jaleth said, gesturing at the copilot seat. “I’ll read you the list for now, and you can follow along. See if you can figure out what the letters mean and all.”

8386071 sat and leaned forward to look at the datapad as Jaleth began slowly reading the names aloud.

“Aarol,” Jaleth said, moving his finger as he spoke. “Abramos. Adrinne…”

They remained drifting in Tatooine’s orbit until 8386071 was soon haltingly reading along with Jaleth, though his guesses at pronunciation left a lot to be desired.

“Lo… Loral” 8386071 sounded out. “Lor… son…” Something seemed to click and he pointed at it. “Lorson. I like this one.”

“Lorson’s a good name. Nice and strong.” Jaleth smiled. “There will be plenty of time to pick out a last name later. I’d like to get us out of here first, and then we can talk some more.”

Lorson nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

Kinda surprised you managed to work out a rules compliant blazon for it. I'd assumed I'd have to redesign it for that. Never would have thought to do it by dividing an ordinary. Heck, I didn't even know that was allowed.
I actually had the same thought about there being a Base ordinary. Maybe they never created one because the bottom of the shield is easier to obscure? Lower down, smaller area, not exactly prime design real estate.

Whatever the case, I can't thank you enough for this, it looks fantastic! I especially like the bow and arrow, that bit came out great.

The colors came out really nice, too. Sanguine is pretty much dead on for what I was going for. Dunno what it is, but I've just never really liked working with regular ol' Gules.

Though I do have one tiny nitpick, d'ya think you could swap the animals placement? They look great how they are, but the symbolism doesn't quite work as well with them reversed. Up to you if you want to make the wolf argent, though. I can handle that much if I decide I want it that way.

Everything else is perfect, though. Thanks again for doing this for me. The badger and wolf on the blazon are pretty firmly beyond my ability to draw digitally, so I wouldn't have been able to do this myself for a long while.

It's surprisingly pretty. =O

Hello and welcome to another round of prompts. Not much else to say apart from prepare to get thinking (and maybe even writing)

Prompt 1: It's your characters birthday

Prompt 2: One of your characters escapes/someone escapes your character.

Enjoy!

Novastorme

Sulfur, it seems, melts into a 'blood-red liquid' which burns a lovely shade of blue. And fluorine is a yellow-green, heavier-than-air gas.

...

I cannot yet draw gases.

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But this one's also the most fun to pronounce as a word. XD

I'm a stinking white fire that eats bones!

You've already formed Sulfur Hexafluoride, which is apparently a potent greenhouse gas which reacts violently with lithium. So if you were SMgF, you could probably get that kind of explosion from the magnesium.

There are three different manganese (Mn) fluorides, and a few for Molybdenum (Mo), but none of them strike any particularly interesting chords. And, er... Md, Mt, and Mc are all trans-uranic artificial elements; at that point you wouldn't care about the fluorine, because you're now a nuclear explosion.

I think SMgF is probably the most interesting, chemically-speaking; all three elements react with each other, so it'd be a sort of pot-luck soup of SF₆ (greenhouse gas), MgF₂ (anti-reflective coating that eats your bones), and MgS (a salt... that gives off horribly toxic H₂S if it gets wet). And if they don't react, you've got the stink of sulfur, the white flames of magnesium, and the eats-your-bones of fluorine. What's not to like???

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Sulfur and Fluorine are straightforward, but which M should I use (given, as may or may not have been mentioned before on this Board, it stands for Marisa)?