Current Drabble Count: 101! Index: Post #1 - Insanity, Asylum, Suspicious, Deranged, Child Post #2 - Bonkers, Sane, Hope, Love, Faith Post #3 - Joy, Temperance, Sneeze, Cough, Blink Post #4 - Hiccup, Fart, Feather, Fur, Tail Post #5 - Tooth, Claw, Homestead, Ranch, Farm Post #6 - Pasture, Vineyard, Pack, Luggage, Move Post #7 - Travel, Explore, Flame, Consume, Ash Post #8 - Regard, Dislike, Tolerate, Respect, Adore Post #9 - Gods, Breathe, Lost, Underground, Brontide Post #10 - Numb, Shake, Healer, Stumble, Anomaly Post #11 - Calm, Restless, Root, Lacuna, Black Post #12 - Same, Tide, Spark, Red, Blue Post #13 - Salt, Trouble, Kindle, Ancient, Sapling Pöst #14 - Quadruple, Mustache, Branch, Grey, Sister, Team, Save, Lashes, Eyebrows, Flannel, Heart Post #15 - White, Height, Lace, Entity, Own Post #16 - Far, Abject, Master, Warden, Magic Post #17 - Tough, Blood, Delicate, Up, Redeem Post #18 - Arrow, Rise, Hidden, Birthday, Blank Post #19 - Plea, Hate, Broken, Pain, Fall Insanity The Sith woman sat alone on the hard floor, her legs crossed. In front of her lie her apprentice, a grin pasted on her face from ear to ear. She laughed uncontrollably, no sight or sound stopping her . It would have alarmed any one else to see someone with a broken mind lying before them, but not this woman. For her, insanity was a trial. Like anything else. It was a part of life. Either her apprentices would survive, or they were too weak to continue. She continued to watch, judging as the seconds ticked by. Waiting for the verdict. Asylum The small chamber was cramped, without light. The walls were thick. The sounds above were muffled through the many layers of duracrete. Barriss held the whimpering young ones close still, trying to soothe them. She knew their cuts and burns stung from the planet's acidic fog. But any sound could alert their enemies to their presence. She rested a hand on one child's leg, remembering Luminara's teachings. Energy pulsed faintly from her hand into his wound, the raw flesh somehow looking less ragged. She exhaled softly. The circumstances weren't ideal, but at least they had found asylum beneath the surface. Suspicious Grand Moff Tarkin sat across from the Moff Grathis, holding a datapad in his hand. "For what reason do you require such assistance?" Tarkin asked, not bothering to look up. "Well, these terrorist groups have halted the construction of the citadel." "And you believe it necessary to have fourteen IFT-T tanks stationed in your sector?" "Yes, sir," The man looked hesitantly at Tarkin, as though it were a trick question. "Considering that citadel project was discontinued months ago, Grathis, you understand why I am suspicious." "Well...I..." He stammered and stood suddenly. "Please, stay. We really must discuss your future." Deranged Malgus peered down at the man's arm, trapped between his boot and the hard duracrete underfoot. A twisted glimmer flit in his eyes as the man's face continued to contort. "I'll tell you anything!" "Where is she?" "I don't know who you mean!" Malgus dug his heel down further, savouring the crush of bone and the rush of pain that rippled through the man. "400 block," the man grimaced, clawing for his limb, "Second level. 23." Malgus didn't release him, instead he drew his lightsaber. "You're mad! Insane! Deranged!" "Am I?" The Sith questioned, "Or am I just truly alive?" Child Breha put her hand on Bail's, twining her fingers into his. The Alderaani sun was only just rising, casting pastel shades of pink and gold across the mountains of Aldera. It reminded her of sweet starblossom icing. It had been only one night since Bail had brought Leia home to her. They were both still grieving over Padmé and the Galaxy, but they had spent every moment they could with Leia. Through the loss and the crumbling Galaxy, they still had one thing to hold onto. Something they had wished for, suffered for. A child. A beautiful child to love.