Star Wars: The New Galaxy
Chapter One: Modern Day
The run rises to start another day on the suburban street River Drive. The street is filled on both sides of it by two story white houses; with clean green, freshly cut lawns, a typical suburban paradise. People getting into their cars and heading off to another long day of work; children walking outside waiting for the school bus to arrive.
Mike's alarm goes off on the stand next to his bed. He moans and flicks it over so it smashes on the floor. "Hate that alarm" he mumbles to himself as he sits up on his bed. His alarm signaled that he needed to get up and get ready for school.
Mike is a junior at River Front High School. He isn't that popular, he has his circle of friends just like everyone else. He is tall for his age of seventeen; he is over two and a half meters, not quite two meters but he's close enough that people just say he's two meters. He has short brown hair, which looks more like black than actual brown.
He takes off his shirt and throws it on his bed and walks across his room to his closet. He flicks the doors open and grabs the first thing he sees. He puts it on then grabs a pair of blue jeans and changes pants. Mike has a slim muscular build to him, but he is more speed than muscle. He only has a slightly muscular frame because he occasionally helps his dad at the local construction site; lifting heavy things and brining them from one place to another.
He walks out of his room and closes the door behind him. He proceeds to walk down the hall towards the stairs to go down to the kitchen when he sidesteps to his right just in time to avoid a stream of water aimed at him. He turns around and sees his little sister of thirteen years old aiming a squirt gun at him. "How come you always dodge it?" she asked annoyed.
"You're getting old for that stuff, that's how" he said walking down the stairs.
But truthfully, not even Mike knew why he could do that. Ever since he turned six years old, he has had this weird sixth sense about him. He can sense when things are going to happen and where they are going to happen. His mind also seems to project images of things before they happen.
When he first found out about this "sixth sense" he tried to explain it to his mother, but not even he knew enough about it to explain it; after all, he was only six years old, he didn't know many things at that time. As he got older and smarter, he began to realize that he seemed to be the only one with this "gift" "curse" whatever you want to call it. Overtime he grew to accept this "sixth sense" and embrace it. He didn't know how to control it, but he decided that he was not going to fight against it either.
Whenever the sense went off, he was always able to avoid dangerous situations, or avoid anything in general. He had also realized he had another out of the ordinary ability recently. Recently, while he was at a friends house, he had someone made a cup come to his hand from the other side of the table he was sitting at. Luckily no one was around to see.
He was not an ordinary boy, he knew that but no one else did. He kept his abilities secret from everyone. Partly because he didn't even understand them, so how could other people understand what he had if he didn't even understand?
"Good morning" his mother greeted him as he walked into the spacious kitchen. He sat down at the table and his mother, a middle aged women yet still as beautiful as she was as a younger women, placed a plate of eggs in front of him.
"Thanks, mom" he replied. "But I'm not really that hungry this morning. I'll just catch something at lunch"
"You sure?" she asked.
"Yes" he replied. "Quite sure"
She grabbed the plate and walked over to the counter. "Alright, I'm sure Stacy is hungry. She always is" she replied as she placed the plate on the counter.
Mike got up from the table and grabbed his backpack which was next to the doorway of the kitchen. "I'm going to leave now, mom" he said. "Promise Charles I'd meet up with him"
"Alright, remember I'm picking you up from school today" she called out to him as he walked to the door.
"Yeah, I remember!" he called back slipping on his shoes and walking out the door.
As soon as he opened the door his arm shot up in front of his eyes. The sun was already high in the sky, blinding him at first. He kept his arm in
front of his eyes for several seconds before putting it down. He gave his eyes a few moments to adjust to the sudden increase in light then started to walk down the sidewalk of his street.
He didn't get three meters from his front porch before he twirled around at the command of his sixth sense. A women came falling down where he had just been standing. "Hey!" she called hitting the ground.
"Oh, hey Brittney" he said helping her up. "You should have learned by now, trying to tackle me from behind doesn't work" he said with a little grin on his face.
She smacked his chest. "Well let it work so I don't fall on my face every time"
Brittney was a good friend of Mikes. She was about half a meter shorter than he was, and stunningly beautiful. She had long flowing blond hair, and bright, deep blue eyes; and a slim figure too. She patted the gravel and dirt from the sidewalk off the front of her white shirt.
"I still want to know how the hell you do that" she stated as they started to walk down the sidewalk.
"Do what?" he asked already knowing what her answer would be.
"How you seem to always know when people or anything is coming up on you and avoid it perfectly" she answered. "It's something about you I haven't figured out yet"
"And something you probably won't figure out" he replied with a smile.
"Sure" she flashed a smile back.
Mike and Brittney proceeded down the street until they reached the end of the street where a lot of other students were gathered around waiting for the bus. No one noticed two figures stalking their way behind Mike and Brittney as they approached the bus stop.
"He's another one" one of the black robed figures said to the second one.
"They already have more than us" the second one replied. "From the ancient texts that made their way to this galaxy by the ancients; the two societies have always been a constant war. Right now the light have more than we do" the second one explained.
"I know that" the first one shot back angrily. "That's why we need to recruit more. But not all are that willing to come over to the dark side. Remember the last one we recruited, they refused to join so we secretly killed their family, giving them a reason to gain power: to save the ones they loved" he explained. "The time is coming for a confrontation of the two sides"
"This one has an unnatural connection to both sides" the second robed figure said. "He could be an extreme asset to either side who snatches him. That will be us. The Sith"