{"id":274,"date":"2013-01-17T14:32:17","date_gmt":"2013-01-17T21:32:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.winter-publishing.com\/?p=274"},"modified":"2013-02-15T15:27:53","modified_gmt":"2013-02-15T22:27:53","slug":"saber","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/winter-publishing.com\/welcome-to-winter\/2013\/01\/17\/saber\/","title":{"rendered":"Saber"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve been writing in Saber (the first novel I ever finished) for some time. Currently writing in it (because I&#8217;m rewriting it so it is better, more tense, awesome and I&#8217;M SO EXCITED TO TELL THIS STORY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. It&#8217;s my favorite character I&#8217;ve made starring as the lead role (Jade Cavvar) and her story is both tragic and hilarious. And awesome. But yeah) because I&#8217;m cool, but I thought I&#8217;d attach a little something I&#8217;ve written.<\/p>\n<p>DISCLAIMER: Saber is a work of my own, all characters are mine, though the universe (Star Wars) is not mine. I don&#8217;t claim it in any way, just the characters. Also! Anything read below is part of the first draft. Who knows if it&#8217;ll make it into the final draft, so don&#8217;t get your hopes up if you really enjoy a scene. Kay? Kay. Awesome. Go ahead and read now.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Still quite sober, more than she would\u2019ve liked, Jade stalked out of the cantina, glowering at the ground with agitation. She paid no heed to the slave thanking her for coming to the cantina, or the fact that he shook with fear with her clearly unhappy disposition. Her emerald eyes shot daggers at the wet tile beneath her feet as she stepped back into the storm. Who was he to think he could just order her around? Who was he who thought she would just lie down and do as he said? She looked up, pulling her hood over her recently dried hair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEh, screw him. I\u2019m not doing a single thing he asks.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cExcuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEh?\u201d Jade paused to look towards the voice. Then she realized it wasn&#8217;t spoken, it was whispered within her mind. Which, of course, didn\u2019t help the fact that she was already terribly pissed.<\/p>\n<p><i>What the hell!? Get out of my head!<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am sorry,<\/i> replied the muttered voice with something of a smirk, <i>but there are too many people to speak with you in person. I would like to meet with you. About that Thaddeous character.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Forget it.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You dislike him. So do I.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m not about to get myself into more trouble. <\/i>She moved towards a speeder pad, covered for the customers in line, waiting. She stepped to the front of the line and shot a look back at the others, as if saying <i>if you want to die, go ahead and challenge me.<\/i> None of them did. She took the next covered speeder, but the patron already in one of the other seats didn\u2019t leave. Jade shot her a look, yet said nothing to the woman.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow about you take me somewhere where there\u2019s a fight, eh? I need to get some training is anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course, my Lord.\u201d muttered the driver softly as Jade leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cA brute?\u201d spoke the woman next to her. Jade cracked an eye, sighing as she realized the other was questioning Jade\u2019s specialty.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust because I like to train doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m a brute. Name\u2019s Jade.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHmm.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou got a name, gizak? Or are you the mysterious, silent type? Because I\u2019m letting you know now, I\u2019d just as soon throw you out this speeder than deal with a silent type with judging issues.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The woman cracked a smile under her dark hood. It was probably the creepiest smile Jade had ever seen and sent shivers up and down her spine, but she wasn\u2019t about to display that fact.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEw. Please. Don\u2019t smile again.\u201d She closed her eyes again, sighing. \u201cBloody Mandalore, I need another Force-damned drink.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t take drinks from strangers.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMmm.\u201d <i>I didn\u2019t want to give it to you anyway.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay! Woah,\u201d she turned to look at the woman. \u201cYou got a name, voice in my head? Or are you just going to sit there, all smug, and not tell me what this is all about?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen we get to your shady part of town, I\u2019ll let you know. So while you\u2019re busy beating people up, maybe you\u2019ll be a little less hostile towards my ideas.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not hostile,\u201d Jade grumbled defensively. The woman grinned, pulling off her hood. She was human, tan skin, black hair pulled back to a bun atop her head. She was pretty, but there was something about her that sent Jade on edge. Every single instinct she could possibly have told her to take her chances jumping out of the speeder. Possibly throwing her lightsaber at the speeder in the process to take out this woman with a creepy grin. Luckily, Jade was pretty adept at keeping her mind guarded and didn\u2019t worry about her memories or secrets being pulled from her skull. And, of course, her stubborn nature wouldn\u2019t allow her to throw herself out of the speeder. It could be fun, though.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So there could be spelling errors&#8230;go ahead and point them out and I&#8217;ll fix them. Just remember, this is still a rough draft. All things here may not survive in the long run. :3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;ve been writing in Saber (the first novel I ever finished) for some time. Currently writing in it (because I&#8217;m rewriting it so it is better, more tense, awesome and I&#8217;M SO EXCITED TO TELL THIS STORY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. 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