Post by The Wis on Sept 9, 2006 14:47:57 GMT -5
Based on an RP I was once gonna do but decided to make my own story instead.
HE sits on HIS cot, in HIS ship. In HIS hands HE holds an object. Outwardly it doesn't look like much. A cylindrical object, a focusing lens on one end and an activation stud on the side, easily depressed when the object is held in a firm grip. But HE knows better... HE knows the damage this thing can, and has, caused. And HE fears it... yet HE can not be rid of it.
Why do I even keep this thing? I want nothing to do with... or with the life it represents or anything about it. All it brings is pain... Why can't I just get rid of it? What is my infatuation with it? WHY?!
In a fit he throws the lightsaber across the room where it bounces off of a wall and clatters to the floor. He stands there a moment staring at the weapon as if it might leap up and attack him when a beeping draws his attention. He hurries out of his room and down to the cockpit where Shift, his R2-D3 model droid is monitoring the ships systems. He pats the little droid on his domed top then settles into the pilot's chair, thankfully padded to fit his smaller frame.
Those guys sure were confused to see a twelve year old with a ship like this or any ship for that matter. But they did what I asked. No questions. That's good.
It occurs to him, as the ship drops out of hyperspace, that this is his reason for being here now. The man he is looking for will do good work, and with no questions asked. That's the best way to do things. He needn't be bothered. He pulls up his identification cards and looks through for a good name and registration. They will all work, he payed good money for them so they had better, but he wants the perfect ID for the situation, a task he will have to learn very quickly. As he pulls out a good one he thinks over the past few months and all the names he has used. He wonders if he will forget his real name... he wonders if it is possible. No, he thinks, I doubt I can... and if I ever do the people of Corellia will never forget the name Wisbr Penew.
Star Wars
New Beginnings
It has been 12 years since the deaths of Palpatine and Vader. 7 years since Thrawn. 5 years since Daala returned and 3 since she left again. The New Republic is still fragile from its early battles as they rebuild and licks their wounds. Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy thrives as more new students are found throughout the galaxy.
But outside of the Republic, in sectors of the galaxy that live alone. That were disconnected even from the Empire, life goes on as normal. They ignore the Republic caring only about themselves. Yet as the Empire crumbles around them people will try to make a profit from any source.
Then there are the others. Those that choose to hide from everyone. Unseen, unknown, and forgotten…
New Beginnings
It has been 12 years since the deaths of Palpatine and Vader. 7 years since Thrawn. 5 years since Daala returned and 3 since she left again. The New Republic is still fragile from its early battles as they rebuild and licks their wounds. Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy thrives as more new students are found throughout the galaxy.
But outside of the Republic, in sectors of the galaxy that live alone. That were disconnected even from the Empire, life goes on as normal. They ignore the Republic caring only about themselves. Yet as the Empire crumbles around them people will try to make a profit from any source.
Then there are the others. Those that choose to hide from everyone. Unseen, unknown, and forgotten…
Prologue
HE sits on HIS cot, in HIS ship. In HIS hands HE holds an object. Outwardly it doesn't look like much. A cylindrical object, a focusing lens on one end and an activation stud on the side, easily depressed when the object is held in a firm grip. But HE knows better... HE knows the damage this thing can, and has, caused. And HE fears it... yet HE can not be rid of it.
Why do I even keep this thing? I want nothing to do with... or with the life it represents or anything about it. All it brings is pain... Why can't I just get rid of it? What is my infatuation with it? WHY?!
In a fit he throws the lightsaber across the room where it bounces off of a wall and clatters to the floor. He stands there a moment staring at the weapon as if it might leap up and attack him when a beeping draws his attention. He hurries out of his room and down to the cockpit where Shift, his R2-D3 model droid is monitoring the ships systems. He pats the little droid on his domed top then settles into the pilot's chair, thankfully padded to fit his smaller frame.
Those guys sure were confused to see a twelve year old with a ship like this or any ship for that matter. But they did what I asked. No questions. That's good.
It occurs to him, as the ship drops out of hyperspace, that this is his reason for being here now. The man he is looking for will do good work, and with no questions asked. That's the best way to do things. He needn't be bothered. He pulls up his identification cards and looks through for a good name and registration. They will all work, he payed good money for them so they had better, but he wants the perfect ID for the situation, a task he will have to learn very quickly. As he pulls out a good one he thinks over the past few months and all the names he has used. He wonders if he will forget his real name... he wonders if it is possible. No, he thinks, I doubt I can... and if I ever do the people of Corellia will never forget the name Wisbr Penew.
