Good Afternoon and yes, I am actually getting to my daily writing exercise at a reasonable hour! I know! Who am I and what have I done with myself, over here being somewhat responsible! Here is my daily writing exercise and I am going to try *fingers crossed* to actually stick to 10-15 minutes.
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Prompt: Give a minor character a dramatic monologue. (10-minute word sprint)
Genre: Science Fiction/Star Wars
Source: 5 Great Timed Writing Exercises to Shake Up Your Creativity – TCK Publishing
Time Spent: 20 minutes
Word Count: 766
Prompt: Give a minor character a dramatic monologue. (10-minute word sprint)
Moff Cordan watched with gritted teeth as the last of the escorting Star Destroyers jumped to Hyperspace, fumed on hearing the whine and deep, distant rumble of the Executor’s Hyperdrive powering up, and clinched her fists as she felt the moment where everything seemed to pause as the ship jumped to lightspeed. She had been assigned to the Executor to coordinate the actions of Darth Vader’s Death Squadron with the rest of the Imperial Navy in their goal of exterminating foul Rebellion, and they had been succeeding and now it was all falling apart.
Darth Vader loomed past, looked at her, and with his distinctive voice ordered her to see that all available ships be sent to search for the Millenium Falcon and strode away. This was the last straw for the young and ardent Moff.
Moff Cordan stepped forward and barked, “My Lord Vader, what are we doing?! No, what are YOU doing!? We were smothering the flames of rebellion. The destruction of the Death Star lead many systems to join but over half are already back in line and we’ve had their military, if we can even call it that, on the run for over a year. You had led us to victory after victory, burned their bases and smashed their fleets. And just when we had that rebel scum on the ropes now we are chasing, a single freighter?”
The entire bridge had frozen by this point and were looking worriedly between Darth Vader, who stood still as a statue, with only the rhythmic breathing of his respirator heard from him, and the young administrator full in the fit of her rage.
“I respect your skills, Milord, and I respect your power. What you have achieved for the Empire is beyond reproach, but I cannot remain quiet any longer! Your pursuit of this small freighter has not only prevented us from pursing our best chance of tracking the rebel leadership to wherever their remnants are gathering, but has led the destruction of one Star Destroyer and damage to multiple others in an asteroid field and now not only are you dispersing the Death Squadron, while partnering with Bounty Hunter slime, all to find one ship, but now you want more of our fleet, well occupied with bringing rebel systems back inline, to come and join in the search!?
“It is but one ship! With, what, three living beings and a droid onboard. All to find one pilot!? Who isn’t even on the ship!? I had friends on the first Death Star and I too would like to make an example out of the pilot that destroyed it and has caused us much grief since with his ‘rogue’ squadron. He is but one man, My Lord, talented or not, there MUST be better uses of our resources than this wild Bantha Chase! The Rebellion is surely a bigger target, and once we have eliminated the last remnants of their fleets, this Skywalker will have no where to run!”
Moff Cordan stood there, breathing heavily, and still fuming. The whole bridge was silent and even Vader had not moved a muscle or a servo. Her anger and frustration spent and calming down, the fast rising imperial office had ‘just’ enough time to realize how foolish it was to let her temper, get the better of her.
Without saying a word, Darth Vader raised his right hand with thumb, fore and middle fingers curved into each other and Moff Cordan felt as if some powerful hand or claw had gripped her mind the neck. The force was so great, no sound could be made and not even the whisper of a breath could she inhale or exhale. She clawed, pointlessly, at her neck as the same grip lifted her in the air. As her vision started fading and flashes of red and yellow crept into her vision, she could see looks of fear, some smugness, and even a little pity from her fellow officers. She was dead by the time the Dark Lord released his grip with the force and her body dropped with a thud to the floor. Two guards came forward at a gesture from Vader before he left the bridge to pick up her body and as they dragged her away both wondered to themselves if this foolish administrator had realized, at the end, the irony that it was her zeal and commitment to the Empire, the same ardor and passion that had led to her rapid promotion and assignment to so important an administrative post, that had now led to her death.
Another one I had a lot of fun with, and only went a little over my goal time!
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I hope you all have a wonderful day, get the chance to do or experience something creative, and I’ll catch you on the next one.
– Jon
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