The transition from peering around with bleary eyes to what damn well looked like the bridge of a Star Destroyer was jarring, which made the chorus of Aye's that came from the three figures garbed in what looked like a Imperial uniform, but less severe and done up in a rich burgundy a welcome respite from the constant shocks I'd experienced since waking.Įach of the persons and I use that term lightly, looked like Chibi's, all-round faces and over-sized heads which quite frankly looked god damn cute combined with the uniforms, like kids playing dress-up. Those first stumbling steps, accompanied by the distinctive click of heel on pavement followed my every movement, at least until I near tripped over a bench and in a stroke of luck, didn't land flat on my rump to my internal thanks which made the sudden Aye that echoed in my mind all that more jarring, given the fact the tone was incredibly high pitched and most definitely NOT my own voice.ĭesperately ignoring the increasing noise level and voices outside my head, I turned my attention to the noise and voices, or lack of inside my head and isn't that something I'd ever expected to say, let alone experience.
It was at this point that it dawned on me this dream was feeling very lucid for someone like myself who never could pull Lucid dreaming off in the first place, the dull senses and harsh buzz in my ears I had attributed to being tired not fading with time as I had thought, but with the ever-increasing distance from the lady before me, the movement thankfully unnoticed by her or the scarce few other similarly attired, all equally beautiful women in the nearby vicinity. Feeling like a faintly audible voice was screaming in the slowly grinding gears of my waking mind, i, quite foolishly may I add, attempted to back away from the unknown Cosplayer and take in my bearings, feeling in danger for some reason only known to my subconscious and agreeing for the sake of doing anything at the time. Trying my best to shake off the cobwebs clouding my mind, one further fact made itself known, judging from my surroundings and eyeballing her height, I should have been staring between her shoulder blades or the back of her neck, not the lower back as I currently was.
That alone wouldn't have been so odd if it wasn't for the fact I was damn well sure I hadn't fallen asleep at a Con the night before, let alone in proximity with a stunning lady. shapely woman in what was evidently supposed to to be a Imperial Navy uniform from Star Wars, the somber grey tone and cut of the outfit reminiscent of such a uniform, though the skirt she was wearing was evidently not regulation, let alone the proper size for one of her stature, let alone figure. In truth, what sight first graced my eyes was that of the back of a rather. These two facts, combined with the surreal nature of my surroundings left the impression that what I was looking at had to be a dream, the alternative being far too ludicrous to even consider, let alone accept. Waking up in a drowsy state was nothing new to me, nor was rousing to sudden noises. The Trials and Tribulations of a Shortstack Star Destroyer:
To start things off, crossposted from SB is the very first thing I've written at length in years.
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Feel free to throw shade if you see something crap, chances are it's needed. This is a repository of the various things I've written, most of which are in a very rough state.
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