Amethyst

It's not the face, but the expressions on it.
It's not the voice, but what you say.
It's not how you look in that body, but what you do with it.
You are beautiful. - The Host

It was an intense battle between good and evil. The Jedi’s and Space Explorers against the Cycloptonians and time travellers. The battle started years ago when the Cycloptonians invaded the Jedi’s planet and started attacking them without warning. The Jedi’s thought they wanted the planet because the soil was so rich and the water was pure. They fought back, this was their home! The Jedi’s probably would have lost if the Space Explorers hadn’t come across the Jedi’s planet and decided to help. They want to help because they didn’t think it was right of the Cycloptonians to just invade them like that and they had a very powerful spaceship that would really help. So they showed the Jedi’s how to make spaceships as powerful as theirs and the waves of battles got bigger but nothing they couldn’t handle now. A group of time travellers went through time to help the Cyclos because they knew they would lose and wanted to help them to win. This wasn’t the only reason though, they liked the way things turned out, but they were curious, curious to see what would happen if the Cyclos won.
“ass me the wrench!” I half yelled at Byron. He was my sort of assistant whenever I fixed my ship. He usually only passed me things. This was because I built my ship from scratch so no one could fix it like I could. I had to fix my ship before another attack from the Cyclos. After he jokingly pulled the wrench out of my reach a few times I finally snatched it away from him and gave him a dirty look. In the last small battle my shields were too close to being destroyed, all my friends thought I was crazy when I kept going but I know how far I can push my ship and myself. I was just about done fixing my ship when my friend stopped by to talk to me.
“Hey girlie” She said excitedly.
“Hey Emz”
“You - you're fixing your ship? You’re. Going. Back. Out?”
“Well yeah, I can’t just stop. I’m fighting for you, you know, and the rest of us. I can’t just stand by and watch them take over. What if I do nothing one battle and you get hurt in it? What if Byron here gets hurt? What if everything gets destroyed? I have to help Emz, I have to.”
“Yeah, yeah I know but you can’t keep dodging death like this. Sooner or later you will get hurt.”
“But isn’t that the point? There’s always going to be that risk no matter what. I know them all and I’m not going to stop.”
“Okay, okay. Just be careful, I don’t want to lose you.”
“I know, don’t worry. I always come back alive don’t I?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’ll let you finish now see you later.”

It took me about another three hours to finish my ship even with Byron passing me tools. Then he left and I got a bit of food and slept for a few hours. Then I heard another wave of ships coming to attack us and was instantly awake. I grabbed my keys, my suit and jumped into my ship. I looked at the picture of my parents that’s taped to my dashboard. When I was 13 and the first wave of Cycloptonians came my parents were killed and I was left alone. I chose to live alone, raise myself and started working at the mechanic shop down the street. Every time I fight, I fight for them. I want my revenge.

I started up my ship and took off as fast as I could. I flew to the battle spot and shot down a few Cycloptonians with ease. This wave of Cyclos seemed to be bigger than any others for the past few years. I shot down six more ships and flew to the back of all the Jedi’s. Then I circled back around and shot down close to 10 more ships before I started getting hit badly. My shields were going down fast and my ship was taking heavy damage. I got about four more before I crashed on their side, this was not good. It seemed so weird this battle was different than the others, everything seemed to be concentrated around me and I didn’t understand it. I passed out after that, I wacked my head pretty hard as I went down. At some point a time traveller found me and took me captive. They questioned me all about myself. Why did they want to know about me? I was this insignificant little girl who was no use to them. One Cyclo got really close to my face, and just stared at me. I tried not to look in his eyes.

I’d never really seen a Cycloptonian in real life, unless it was dead, and even then I didn’t notice anything different about them. The space explorers that were helping us were the most human of all of us, and the Jedi’s and time travellers looked the same at them. We all have mostly human characteristics, this is surprising for an outer space planet but it’s the way it is. The Cycloptonians looked different from all of us they were most definitely not human. They had very big shoulders ones that looked like they had huge shoulder pads for Football on them. Their hands were huge and fingers were sausage like and had long dirty yellow finger nails coming from them. They all were about 6 and a half feet tall, their legs were massive compared to mine and they had about size 16 feet. Then there’s their face. They had 3 eyes in the shape of a triangle in the middle of their face. Their lips were pretty big and very dry, but not cracked like mine would be, they looked like leather. The eyes, they were what drew me in if I looked for long enough, they were big bug eyes and they were amethyst purple. It was like they were a way to hypnotise me, they looked like liquid crystal moving around. They had black hair that went down to about the bottoms of their ears. Their ears were pointed at the top and at the ear lobe it pointed again. The side of the ear from each point was wavy and made their ears look sort of like wings. Their nose was big and it appeared to look like someone pressed it down right at the front.

It didn’t seem that they need me to explain about myself anyway though. The Cyclo that was staring at me broke the silence and my train of thought.
“So you’re 17, you over work yourself fixing your ship after each battle, and working at the mechanic shop. You definitely don’t eat enough, that’s visibly obvious. We killed your parents in the first wave. You live alone even though you’re so young. You’re trained to be a master with a lightsaber, being a mechanic, fighting hand to hand and flying any kind of ship. Your sole purpose is to get revenge on us for killing your parents. Ever since the first wave we have been searching for you during battles, you are the reason we are here. Your parents promised us their first child who was supposed to be exactly the way you are. As you can tell they wouldn’t give you up, and that is why we started this war as a cover up to find you. We know everything there is to know about you, we might even know you better than you know yourself. Those time travellers told us everything they knew from what has already happened. They told us exactly what you would be like and that we needed to capture you soon or you’d win the war. “

I was absolutely speechless. I couldn’t believe my parents promised to give me up. Or that they didn’t and that caused the war. I was so shocked I just sat there. Then he grabbed my chair and shook it.

“ARE YOU EVER GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?” He yelled in my face.
“What did you do for them that they would say they’d give me up?” I managed to squeak out.
“We helped them devise a plan to get into this planet because they were banished a long time ago. We gave them a great plan that took a lot of time, and obviously it worked perfectly.”
“Why were they banished in the first place?”
“Your father was a Jedi and your mother was Queen and them being together was not allowed. They were good at hiding it but eventually people found out because she was pregnant.”
I remained silent until he said,
“You might as well come with us since you have nothing here anymore.”
“No.” It was short and simple and exactly what I wanted. I won’t go anywhere with them.
“Well how are you going to get away? You have no choice in this, you’re coming.”

That’s when I stopped talking and I stopped caring. I knew I had to get away and that was it. I set my mind and once I make a decision I don’t go back on it. The Cyclo that was talking to me left to go talk to his leader. I managed to slip out my mini lightsaber and cut through the rope tied around my wrists. I then proceeded to knock out the guards and got out of that room. I found the room where they planned all the waves they send over and grabbed all the plans they had. I knew I’d never make it back to my side without stealing a ship. I moved around sneakily until I found the hangar of ships, I jumped in one and instantly knew how to work it. The whole trip home I flew as fast as I could, I didn’t like I there and didn’t want to be near their base anymore. Once I got back I gave all the plans to the Master Jedi Hex. Within 2 weeks the war was over and mostly all the Cycloptonians had left our planet. In the last few battles I got to fight right by Master Hex, and it was fantastic. The space explorers came in handy with all the big spaceships they’d made and especially their star ray guns. It was a huge honour to fight alongside all of them for once and not just play a small role. I was so happy to make such a difference, that’s what I wanted all along, to do something memorable with my life, to have this body be remembered. My name is Shmi Lyrik, I just caused a war. But then I ended it.

- A very imaginative and rather epic story. You could turn this into a novel. The scope of the story made it difficult to focus on particular moments with enough detail. 20/25