Hi folks. I decided after I read a couple New Jedi Order books, that they were... disappointing, So I've decided (along with a couple friends) to rewrite the series. If anyone wants to help, feel free to e-mail me or say so in your review.
Chapter 1
"Command? This is Lucky Star, requesting permission to dock in bay A-three." Captain Rasch broke off and waited for an answer. For several minutes, there was nothing but static. "Command." Another wait, still nothing. "Frack it. I've got a delivery to make and I won't be late." The captain flicked on her atmospheric boosters and began the entry process.
Entry into the first moon of Tatooine was difficult, but once the small frieghter reached the lower atmosphere, the turbulence wore down. Rash switched on auto pilot and left the cockpit. Making her way through the somewhat dingy passages, her thoughts drifted to the unresponsive Comm Center. Numerous theories as to their silence flitted through her head, but she settled on the most comforting one. The dock manager was probably sleeping. Rash finally arrived at the cargo bay and found her Wooki first mate, Rrwlkabba, inspecting their shipment. "How'd the cargo fare against the turbulence?"
Rrwl growled and waved a broken vibroshovel. "Rash squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her noes.
"Blaster bolts," she muttered with a sigh. "That'll bring the price of the entire shipment down." Sitting down on a crate, she pulled a flask from her belt. After taking a gulp, she ran a hand through her hair and continued, "So... how many are damaged?"
Rrwl growled a response. "Fifty!?" Another growl. "So far!?" Rasch fell back and sobbed. "I can't believe this! Now the best we can get is half the original price." Her friend tried to comfort her, but it was no good. "Don't you get it. This was supposed to be the one. The big job. We were all supposed to get payed big, and then we could choose our jobs, instead of having to take anything we could get!"
A sudden beeping interrupted her crying. Bolting back up, Rasch rushed to the cockpit, with Rrwl close behind. "Get the others. Tell them we're docking and to meet in the cargo bay." She paused, and thought of the comm silence. "And tell them to come armed. I've got a bad feeling about this."
I know, pretty short. But I'm pressed for time. Read, review, and if you want, join in.