Post by Starkindler (The Naked Jedi) on Nov 18, 2005 22:36:36 GMT -5
just a beginning on a hopefully interesting storyline idea. let me know what you think.
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PROLOGUE
The Navcomp burbled its arrival notice, interrupting his meditation. Slowly Tenric shook his head to clear the visions. Lately the Unifying Force had become harder to sense, its currents more difficult to see.
“Just about home R4.” He said offhandedly as he checked the status of the hyperdrive in his newly modified Delta7.
In answer there came a short series of audible beeps along with the onscreen translation of the droid’s response.
“No. I won’t forget to run your update program. I know it’s been awhile.” He responded to R4’s comment.
Satisfied as to both his location and the condition of his engines he dropped out of Hyperspace and engaged the sublight drive. He was on his way home to Soma III and eager for the rest. The last few months had taxed both his patience and abilities. Re-fitting the Delta7 had proved more dangerous than expected. Several bounty hunters had been alerted by the parts requisitions and had come looking for the owner of the outdated Jedi ship. He stuck to his cover story about claiming the ship as his own after killing its former owner for the bounty, but they had remained skeptical. He had even accompanied them on a hunt, at their insistence. Two Jedi had been located in the Veridian system and the bounty hunters insisted he come along to prove himself. It had been touch and go for a while as he worked out how he could satisfy the hunters and save his fellow Jedi. He needed an established reputation as a bounty hunter in order to achieve his goal. In the end he had helped the Jedi arrange an escape that was convincing enough to gain the trust of the hunters. His ribs still ached from the beating his fellow Jedi had given him in order to help establish his identity. Indeed without the Force assisted healing ability his Master had taught him so long ago he might have died. Still, it had been worth the risk as he now had both an established identity and a ship capable of self-contained hyperspace travel. The hunters had returned him to the shipyard to claim his ship with genuine respect and a promise to vouch for him before the guild. He was finally free to carry out his search.
Suddenly he was snapped back to the present by a disturbance in the local flow of the Force. Acting on instinct he took evasive maneuvers just in time to avoid being vaporized by the energy beam from an alien ship of a type he’d never seen before. It seemed to materialize out of nowhere; his proximity alarm didn’t even go off until after he had dodged the beam. He could see it now clearly in his mind’s eye, the Force allowing him to recall details not consciously seen or remembered. The alien ship had a decidedly militaristic design with a stout body and thick, arched, wings tipped with large tube like engines. It was easily five times the size of his ship and there was no insignia marking its sickly green hull. It seemed to shimmer a bit as it banked like a reflection in a pool of water.
There was no attempt at communication, only attack. He avoided the next few blasts and sensed, through the Force, the growing frustration of his attackers. His R4 unit flatly beeped its bleak appraisal of the situation just before a near miss melted his dome and temporarily scrambled the Delta’s control circuits. That temporary loss of control saved his life. While working to regain control he went full throttle on his engines. This sent him on a wildly careening, unpredictable, flight path. That was the only reason the next attack missed him, for the attackers had switched to a new weapon. This one was able to follow him, changing course to do so. It was only a matter of time now he knew. As soon as he was in control again he doubled back and headed straight for the attacking ship at top speed. Punching the release control he jettisoned the long wing sections on either side of the Delta7 that concealed the ship’s real firepower. He didn’t really sense a need to use it, but a show of force is sometimes enough to shift the balance in such situations. Twin Ion cannons, tracking missiles, paired heavy blasters, and a few good old fashioned slug throwers can be downright convincing.
Their response was to fire another tracking missile at such close range that if he weren’t a Jedi the melee would have been over. Sensing the new attack just before it was launched he reversed thrust and barrel rolled as the missile passed close enough for him to notice it’s elongated pill shape and the alien writing on the hull. Re-engaging forward thrust he sped under the attacking ship close enough to be bucked by its energy shields and he decided to stay there. Throwing his engines into full reverse again, and nearly burning out his attitude jets, he managed to spin the Delta7 like a top and remain underneath the attacking ship. The maneuver caused the tracking missile to double back and head straight for the alien ship, which was compelled to destroy it in self-defense. Looking up at the bottom of the attacking vessel he noticed a lack of weaponry that should give him the time he needed to figure out what to do. Using the Force to match his course and speed with the alien ship, he pondered what to do next. He could feel that the aliens in the ship had no particular animosity toward him. They seemed confused and were acting as if they were in enemy territory. Since he wasn’t really their enemy he saw no reason to fire on them, though he was sorely tempted to do so.
Just then the laughter started and the universe seemed to come apart at the seams. A brilliant white light replaced the darkness of space and the stars shone blackly. The laughter increased in pitch until it hurt his ears and then went beyond his hearing. Even with his hands pressed to his ears he could still feel it as it pounded him into unconsciousness….
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further development on this (if any) will appear on my site: www.wordcraftcafe.com
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PROLOGUE
The Navcomp burbled its arrival notice, interrupting his meditation. Slowly Tenric shook his head to clear the visions. Lately the Unifying Force had become harder to sense, its currents more difficult to see.
“Just about home R4.” He said offhandedly as he checked the status of the hyperdrive in his newly modified Delta7.
In answer there came a short series of audible beeps along with the onscreen translation of the droid’s response.
“No. I won’t forget to run your update program. I know it’s been awhile.” He responded to R4’s comment.
Satisfied as to both his location and the condition of his engines he dropped out of Hyperspace and engaged the sublight drive. He was on his way home to Soma III and eager for the rest. The last few months had taxed both his patience and abilities. Re-fitting the Delta7 had proved more dangerous than expected. Several bounty hunters had been alerted by the parts requisitions and had come looking for the owner of the outdated Jedi ship. He stuck to his cover story about claiming the ship as his own after killing its former owner for the bounty, but they had remained skeptical. He had even accompanied them on a hunt, at their insistence. Two Jedi had been located in the Veridian system and the bounty hunters insisted he come along to prove himself. It had been touch and go for a while as he worked out how he could satisfy the hunters and save his fellow Jedi. He needed an established reputation as a bounty hunter in order to achieve his goal. In the end he had helped the Jedi arrange an escape that was convincing enough to gain the trust of the hunters. His ribs still ached from the beating his fellow Jedi had given him in order to help establish his identity. Indeed without the Force assisted healing ability his Master had taught him so long ago he might have died. Still, it had been worth the risk as he now had both an established identity and a ship capable of self-contained hyperspace travel. The hunters had returned him to the shipyard to claim his ship with genuine respect and a promise to vouch for him before the guild. He was finally free to carry out his search.
Suddenly he was snapped back to the present by a disturbance in the local flow of the Force. Acting on instinct he took evasive maneuvers just in time to avoid being vaporized by the energy beam from an alien ship of a type he’d never seen before. It seemed to materialize out of nowhere; his proximity alarm didn’t even go off until after he had dodged the beam. He could see it now clearly in his mind’s eye, the Force allowing him to recall details not consciously seen or remembered. The alien ship had a decidedly militaristic design with a stout body and thick, arched, wings tipped with large tube like engines. It was easily five times the size of his ship and there was no insignia marking its sickly green hull. It seemed to shimmer a bit as it banked like a reflection in a pool of water.
There was no attempt at communication, only attack. He avoided the next few blasts and sensed, through the Force, the growing frustration of his attackers. His R4 unit flatly beeped its bleak appraisal of the situation just before a near miss melted his dome and temporarily scrambled the Delta’s control circuits. That temporary loss of control saved his life. While working to regain control he went full throttle on his engines. This sent him on a wildly careening, unpredictable, flight path. That was the only reason the next attack missed him, for the attackers had switched to a new weapon. This one was able to follow him, changing course to do so. It was only a matter of time now he knew. As soon as he was in control again he doubled back and headed straight for the attacking ship at top speed. Punching the release control he jettisoned the long wing sections on either side of the Delta7 that concealed the ship’s real firepower. He didn’t really sense a need to use it, but a show of force is sometimes enough to shift the balance in such situations. Twin Ion cannons, tracking missiles, paired heavy blasters, and a few good old fashioned slug throwers can be downright convincing.
Their response was to fire another tracking missile at such close range that if he weren’t a Jedi the melee would have been over. Sensing the new attack just before it was launched he reversed thrust and barrel rolled as the missile passed close enough for him to notice it’s elongated pill shape and the alien writing on the hull. Re-engaging forward thrust he sped under the attacking ship close enough to be bucked by its energy shields and he decided to stay there. Throwing his engines into full reverse again, and nearly burning out his attitude jets, he managed to spin the Delta7 like a top and remain underneath the attacking ship. The maneuver caused the tracking missile to double back and head straight for the alien ship, which was compelled to destroy it in self-defense. Looking up at the bottom of the attacking vessel he noticed a lack of weaponry that should give him the time he needed to figure out what to do. Using the Force to match his course and speed with the alien ship, he pondered what to do next. He could feel that the aliens in the ship had no particular animosity toward him. They seemed confused and were acting as if they were in enemy territory. Since he wasn’t really their enemy he saw no reason to fire on them, though he was sorely tempted to do so.
Just then the laughter started and the universe seemed to come apart at the seams. A brilliant white light replaced the darkness of space and the stars shone blackly. The laughter increased in pitch until it hurt his ears and then went beyond his hearing. Even with his hands pressed to his ears he could still feel it as it pounded him into unconsciousness….
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further development on this (if any) will appear on my site: www.wordcraftcafe.com
