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Our first monthly Star Wars Short Story Contest.
Judges: Leia**
Theme: Open. As long as it's Star Wars related, it's fine.
Length: Not to exceed 2,000 words.
Deadline: none yet
Prizes: 1st place - Custom title under avatar + 3 karma points + new RP thread for whatever plot you want (or a custom avatar or signature banner, your choice) + ten post points. Second place - Custom title under avatar + 2 karma points + 5 post points. Third place - Custom title under avatar + 1 karma point + three post points.
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« Reply #1 on Oct 31, 2007, 5:05pm » | |
I like the idea of that RP thread. 
I think I'm satisfied with how this turned out. A few of you who are on the plaza might know that I like using this character in the RPG forum sometimes. She's a character I made for the Galaxy Far, Far Away house and its Clone Wars RPGs (We never got around to doing any, though. Along came archiving, house bulldozing, and the new plaza.). I'm writing a big story on her, so you'll find out more about her when I start posting that on here.
As you might figure out, this story is set 5 years after RotJ, during the events of The Last Command.
<<11-14-07 edit: Just fixed a little spelling error. It's "Bel Iblis" and not "bel Iblis."  >>
A Day in the Life
Falcon's Hyperdrive (see sig )
10-29-07
1997 words
"Kahk! Watch those shields!" Arca pivoted the Mandalorian's Jewel - a heavily modified yacht - ninety degrees, just barely making it through the gap between the turbolaser shots. Her brown eyes quickly but carefully observed the scene before them, then she made a decision. "Actually, let Warbler handle that. I'll handle the weapons up here. Get back there with Aya and man a gun port. With all these TIE fighters, we need all the firepower we can get."
Kahk, Arca's Noghri copilot and close friend, spared the 54-year-old woman a glance as he switched over control of the systems. "What about the Pride?" he asked. He was, of course, talking about Arca's small fighter, the Mandalorian Pride. It was packed with weaponry, but it also required taking both Arca and Warbler from the Jewel. "No," she answered with a shake of her head. "We stand a better chance if we all stay on this ship. We'll get out of here."
Kahk nodded. "All right," he agreed. "I'll go help Aya."
Arca focused on keeping them all alive. As she did so, she remembered how this whole ordeal began. It had just been a simple cargo run. Then, as they came out of hyperspace near Nkllon - she had agreed to help ship supplies for Lando Calrissian - they dropped in on the Imperials, just packing up from a raid.
Arca stared in shock at the Katana Dreadnaughts. The full import of their situation took a moment to force its way into her brain, and by then they were being hailed. A wrecked Shieldship edged its way into view as it drifted, while fully intact ones were currently maneuvering away from the dreadnaughts. A quick, automatic scan revealed that the dreadnaughts were carrying a vast fortune in hfredium, kammris and dolovite. These metals were, in fact, the very materials Calrissian was mining. Not anymore, she realized, answering the hail and trying to control her anger. How many people had died this time?
"Mandalorian's Jewel, please state the nature of your purpose in the Athega system."
Arca took a calming breath before answering. "Imperial dreadnaught, this is the Mandalorian's Jewel. To be perfectly honest, sir, we were hoping to sneak some hfredium from under Calrissian's arrogant nose. I . . . don't suppose there's still a chance we could." Perfectly honest. Ha!
"You're a smuggler?"
"Yes, sir. Captain Lazime."
"You're not listed."
Arca allowed herself no hesitation. "Probably because I'm pretty much retired. I come out of hiding every now and then to make some money. Wait a second, since when were we smugglers on a list?"
"Since Grand Admiral Thrawn was in charge."
Arca search her memory for the name but came up with nothing. A surprise, actually, since she thought she knew all the names of the Grand Admirals. Did Palpatine sneak one in without the galaxy at large knowing?
"Who?"
"Perhaps you aren't a smuggler if you don't know that name. Aren't you with Talon Karrde?"
Karrde? He knew who Thrawn was? My, he did like his information . . .
"No. I know Talon Karrde, but I don't work with him a whole lot. I'm an independent."
The Imperial was silent for a moment as he considered this, then he answered. "Stand by, Mandalorian's Jewel. I'm going to contact my superiors, let them decide what to do here."
Arca grimaced, sharing a look with Kahk. At that moment, the Imperial spoke again, sounding confused. "Mandalorian's Jewel, we're reading a Noghri lifesign in your cockpit."
What do I do? Arca swallowed hard before answering. "Yes, sir. He's my copilot. We met before the Clone Wars began."
The Imperial's voice was slightly more tense as he repeated, "Stand by, Mandalorian's Jewel."
Arca muted the transmitter. "Course of action?"
Aya - Arca's adopted Alderaanian daughter - glanced at her mother, looking worried. "What happens if they don't believe your smuggling story?"
"The only story about it is the part where we're stealing stuff from Lando. If they discover our loyalties, we're going to have to hightail it out of here real fast. We can't risk a transmission to any New Republic ships just yet, to tell them about this Imperial raid on Nkllon."
Warbler - R2-D9, Arca's orange and white astromech unit - shared his opinion with the others in a concert of whistles, beeps, and warbles. Each of the three knew exactly what he was saying because they had learned how to understand an R2 unit's language.
Arca smiled at the droid, nodding. "Maybe you should. That way we can get a head start on them in case they start shooting. Make it a short jump, though."
Kahk looked worried as he peered up at the dreadnaught in their viewport. "Perhaps Aya should get into an unpowered gun port, just in case."
Aya seemed relieved that she could have something to do. "Well, Mom?"
Arca considered that for a moment, then nodded. "All right. Remember, don't power it up until I say. We don't want to let them know we aren't on their side before they figure it out for themselves."
"Yes, ma'am." Aya ran out, her white ponytail fluttering behind her. Arca knew she wouldn't forget; she never forgot anything.
Arca started as the Imperial spoke again. "Captain Lazime, the Grand Admiral wishes to speak with you."
For a moment, Arca's voice forgot how to make itself known. Her hand shook slightly as she unmuted the transmitter. "Okay."
"Hello, Captain Lazime," answered a different voice. Arca suppressed a shiver. It was smooth, cool, commanding, and calculating all at the same time. It also gave her the creeps.
The Grand Admiral continued. "Would you and your copilot please identify yourselves?" He phrased it like a question, but spoke it as a command.
"Arca Lazime," the woman answered with a slight feeling of trepidation. Kahk hesitated for a moment before doing likewise. "Kahk."
Thrawn's voice cooled a couple degrees as he replied. "Full name, please."
Kahk frowned. "Sorry, sir. Kahkabrah."
"You know what I meant."
"I haven't been to Honoghr for many years. I can no longer claim ownership of a clan name, but the one I had before was that of Bakh'tor."
"Kahkabrah clan Bakh'tor . . . I recall hearing something about you. Kidnapped from your homeworld before the Clone Wars, were you not?"
Kahk hesitated, sharing another glance with Arca. "Yes, sir."
"I see. And how is it you joined up with Captain Lazime and have not returned to Honoghr?"
"She saved my life on Nar Shaddaa. I asked if I could have the chance to repay that debt, and she allowed it. In the process, we became friends, and I had no desire to return to Honoghr."
"Interesting."
Arca itched to cut off the conversation, to get out of there immediately. However, she knew that such an action would be foolish at best, suicidal at worst. If it were just her, she might have done it, but with Kahk, Warbler, and especially Aya aboard . . . Not a chance.
"Captain Lazime."
"Yes, Admiral?"
"The dreadnaught captain tells me that there is another human aboard your ship. Would you care to tell me who it is?"
Arca clenched a fist, willing herself to remain in control of herself. "It's my daughter, Aya."
"You risk your daughter's life willingly?"
"No. If I thought that there was the possibility of being shot at, I wouldn't have brought her."
"Put her on."
"I-" Arca blinked. "What?"
"Put her on," Thrawn repeated. "I wish to verify that she is who you say she is."
Arca bit her lower lip. "Okay. One moment, please."
The woman turned to the intercom, but found that her daughter was already standing in the cockpit. "I was listening," she explained. Turning to the comm, the girl spoke into it. She was incredibly intelligent and mature for her age, and acted more like a 15-year-old than an 11-year-old.
"This is Aya Lazime, Grand Admiral."
Thrawn was silent for a moment. "You sound younger than I expected."
"I'm ten-and-a-half."
"I see." Thrawn spoke to Arca next, and the woman jerked her head slightly at the door. Good work, she mouthed, giving her daughter an encouraging smile. It died, however, at Thrawn's words as the girl slipped back to her gun port.
"Actually, I do recall hearing about you, Captain. Somewhat of a nuisance to the Empire, were you not?"
Arca's trepidation increased, and she began visually scanning the surrounding space. "What makes you say that?"
"You helped numerous Jedi escape the Purge, for one." Thrawn sounded slightly amused, then his voice turned to ice. "Did you think you could fool us with that story of stealing from Calrissian? I know of your loyalties. You've repeatedly aided the Rebels in the past decade, even going so far as to destroy whole Imperial bases by yourself. The Mandalorian Smuggler has earned herself quite a reputation, indeed."
Arca tensed, her gaze landing on a rapidly decelerating vessel, just now coming out of hyperspace . . .
"Oh, you do fight dirty," she answered, her eyes narrowed. Her hands flew over the controls. "Only a nuisance? I think I'm insulted."
"Stand down, Captain. You can't escape."
"Watch me." Arca muted the transmitter for a moment. "Warbler, do you have it?"
The droid whistled an affirmative, causing Arca to sigh in relief. "Okay, then. All we need to do is get away from this Interdictor Cruiser. Aya, power up. Shields are at one hundred percent."
As the systems came online, the TIEs swept in. Arca moved the ship away as the dreadnaughts opened fire. "Give it up, Thrawn."
"You're rather confident, Captain."
"Yeah, well, I've had a lot of years of experience." The yacht shook violently as a TIE landed a few hits, and Arca muted the comm yet again. "Kahk! Watch those shields!" Arca pivoted the ship, narrowly avoiding being hit by one of the dreadnaughts. After a short conversation, Kahk went aft to help Aya, and she went back to flying and talking to Thawn. "This is why I fight against you Imperials," she bit out. "Or one of the reasons, anyway. You don't mind if innocents get hurt when you want something. You just take it, with no regard to whom you injure or kill in the process."
"That is rather hyperbolic."
The sensors beeped. Despite the best attempts of the Interdictor Cruiser's crew, they had reached the edge of artificial gravity well. "Told you that you couldn't stop us," she said, then turned to the intercom. "Everyone hold on," she called. "Nice talking to you, Thrawn."
She cut the comm, then pulled the hyperdrive levers back. As the ship jumped into hyperspace, she let herself go limp. "I'm getting old," she moaned, laughing as she released the tension bottled up inside of her. Later she would find out that Lando and his people were rescued by Garm Bel Iblis. She regretted not being able to help, but there was no way she could have returned to the Shieldship depot until the general arrived, and she wanted to remain anonymous.
In her seat, watching the stars rush past, Arca settled in to take a nap. She smiled. Just another day in the life of the Mandalorian Smuggler . . .
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« Reply #2 on Oct 31, 2007, 10:49pm » | |
<<Thanks for the entry! I'll review it closer to deadline time>>
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« Reply #3 on Nov 1, 2007, 3:02am » | |
Here is my entry I hope it is good...
This story takes place after the Seventh Battle of Ruusan.....
Aftermath (Destruction of the Sith)
The planet of Ruusan was quiet, the sounds of battle over as the remaining Army of the Light tended to their wounded and dead. In the center of the camp a lone Jedi faced the destruction of his fellow Knights and Padawans. Jedi Master Valenthyne Farfalla felt the pain in the Force from all of the injured and could sense the death of so many Sith Lords and Jedi alike. Lord Farfalla's flashy robes were torn and stained with dirt, and from the bruises and scrapes all over his arms and face he looked as though he had crawled back to the camp. Nothing remained of the flamboyant and cocky Jedi Master Lord Hoth had detested.
Lord Hoth ordered Farfalla, Valenthyne and the remaining Jedi to leave the Brotherhood of Darkness still hiding within the caverns and retreat to base camp, to save what was left of the Jedi. As they returned to base camp, Valenthyne could sense Lord Hoth's last thoughts as his presence in the Force faded. The loss was a painful sacrifice, but as necessary as this victory on Ruusan.
A young Jedi Knight scout ran to Master Farfalla, but the Master already knew what would be said by the young Jedi. “Lord Farfalla...” he began, but Valenthyne looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. The Master's voice was almost a whisper, “I know about Lord Hoth and the Brotherhood. They were all wiped out.”
Farfalla looked toward Lord Hoth's tent and saw the young man he was hoping not to see until they were heading back to Coruscant, Johun Othone. Hoth's apprentice was looking right at Valenthyne. Johun walked toward Valenthyne. Excusing the young scout was excused, Farfalla placed both hands on the shoulders of Johun and looked into his eyes. “I am sorry Johun.....” but before he could finish Johun stopped him.
“Lord Farfalla, my master wanted to end this war with the Sith once and for all. He knew eventually it would cost him his life but he did it....the Sith are no more.”
Valenthyne smiled, “Yes he did and now we can return to help the Republic rebuild and we can also rebuild the Jedi Order.” As he spoke, the few remaining Jedi attended the funeral pyres of the fallen, while the injured were transported to the waiting capital ships. Slowly, the army broke camp.
Johun walked toward the caverns where the final confrontation took place, but he stopped and turned his head toward Valenthyne, “I will be a little longer Lord Farfalla, I want to pay my respects to Lord Hoth by constructing a little monument where he fell in battle.” Farfalla raised a hand and smiled, “Yes Johun by all means take the time you need, it shall be a while before we can return to the ship.” With that, Johun walked away to the place where his master fell and the war ended.
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« Reply #4 on Nov 1, 2007, 9:42pm » | |
<<A second entry! Very nice. I will review your story closer to the deadline. Thanks for entering!>>
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« Reply #5 on Nov 15, 2007, 11:15pm » | |
Just ten more days left until the deadline. Is anyone else going to write something?
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« Reply #6 on Jan 8, 2008, 3:03pm » | |
Wow. It's January - more than a month after the deadline - and no one else has written anything. *pokes thread*
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« Reply #7 on Jan 8, 2008, 11:34pm » | |
Ok you two, I'll have my decision tomorrow.
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« Reply #8 on Apr 6, 2008, 3:39pm » | |
*grinning*
can we start a new contest all together?
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« Reply #9 on Apr 6, 2008, 11:15pm » | |
LOL... you know, having two entries is just sad. So... I'm not giving a decision yet and I'm opening the contest again until I say it is closed. Heh
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« Reply #10 on Apr 12, 2008, 4:55pm » | |
YAY!!!!
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« Reply #11 on Oct 19, 2009, 8:52am » | |
i will try
this is in Luke's Childhood years
Luke's Problem
Luke was walking home from the space port with his dad to get some power converters
but he didn't remember his knife to cut the vibro-steel box the convetrers were in.
BUT that didn't stop him, he grabed his blaster, loaded the plasma, grabed the triger, and fired at the box, but he also needed to stop bye nar shaada to pick up some swoop bike parts
so he came there in lookout for any droid part seller, he bought the parts. got ready to come home, and gave his father the parts, BUT he also needed a blaster rifle to get ready for the sand people and bantha attacks
so he got it at the mos Eisy spaceport, found a gun salesman and bought it.
then, he came home, brought the blaster to his dad, and went to bed, only to find out he needed to try again to get the parts.
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