Kyle Katarn sat in the cock-pit of this newly built modified T-Wing,
'The Moldy Crow II'. His body jolted as the ship slipped out of Hyper
space. 'How did they get me to do this,' he thought to himself, ' I'm not a
detective.' He usaully didn't think that way but ever since he was engaged
to Jan he depised every moment not with the woman.
A voice shot over the intercom disrupting the systematic buzz of the Moldy Crow's engine, " This is secure air space. Leave at once or you will be terminated."
Kyle hit the intercom switch and spoke with the ounce of patcience he had left, " Look I'm on offical Alliance business."
Out of nowhere two Y-Wings appeared. The voice came back, "We've warned you."
Kyle sliced his speed in half and charged his ion cannons. The first Y-Wing rained hell down upon the T-Wing's shield system however none scoring a hit. "Damnit!" he muttered firing full force onto the near Y- Wing. The Y-Wing's pilot had obviously not been expecting a fight because the shields had been dropped causing the ion blasts to fry it's onboard systems stalling it completely. The other dropped into a flight path bringing it directly head on to the Moldy Crow.
Before the Y-Wing opened fire it burst into a huge cloud of flames and smoking metal. Another voice came upon the intercom, " Moldy Crow II, I'm sorry for your incovienance. These two have been scaring away travelers for some time now. They've never actually attacked before and on our planet threats aren't taken very serously."
A wave of light shimmered over a area of space revealing a standard police force Assault Gunboat. Kyle muttered to himslef. 'Jeez, their police are cloaked.'
*** ***
The planet Tspian was warm and with that warmth it brought humidity. Kyle walked from the crowded hangar bay into the city Retfil. His body was fitted with black pants a brown vest which on the inside held his bryar pistol and lightsaber, and a off white longsleeve shirt button up from about three fourths of the way up. He hadn't done much to his hair the hour he had waited for his ship to be checked in and given a stamp of approval for being held in the hangar bay.
His first order of business was to find General Lowsh and talk to him about the planet. Apparently the Republic thought of him as a authorative in the matter. Retfil was a well developed city about four thousand feet above the ground. Air trams and ships were used for transportation and for the suprisingly big number of pedestrians catwalks were set. Buildings were set upon hover pads, and some of the older ones were even built from the ground.
Kyle walked through the crowd of people toward one of the oldest buildings in the city. A burly figure walked forward bumping into Kyle pratically shoving him off the side of the catwalk, and the traffic didn't get much better then that. At one point at a very crowded intersection a small girl almost knocked him over the rail.
An hour later he finally reached the building. Two officers stood at the entrance to the building armmed with blaster rifles. " Names Kyle Katarn. I need to see--,"
Kyle was cut off by one of the officers, "Come in."
Kyle was lead down twelve flights of stairs, a power lift, and into a room. The door closed and the hum of another opening caught his attention. A voice joined this new opening, "Boys kill him."
A voice shot over the intercom disrupting the systematic buzz of the Moldy Crow's engine, " This is secure air space. Leave at once or you will be terminated."
Kyle hit the intercom switch and spoke with the ounce of patcience he had left, " Look I'm on offical Alliance business."
Out of nowhere two Y-Wings appeared. The voice came back, "We've warned you."
Kyle sliced his speed in half and charged his ion cannons. The first Y-Wing rained hell down upon the T-Wing's shield system however none scoring a hit. "Damnit!" he muttered firing full force onto the near Y- Wing. The Y-Wing's pilot had obviously not been expecting a fight because the shields had been dropped causing the ion blasts to fry it's onboard systems stalling it completely. The other dropped into a flight path bringing it directly head on to the Moldy Crow.
Before the Y-Wing opened fire it burst into a huge cloud of flames and smoking metal. Another voice came upon the intercom, " Moldy Crow II, I'm sorry for your incovienance. These two have been scaring away travelers for some time now. They've never actually attacked before and on our planet threats aren't taken very serously."
A wave of light shimmered over a area of space revealing a standard police force Assault Gunboat. Kyle muttered to himslef. 'Jeez, their police are cloaked.'
*** ***
The planet Tspian was warm and with that warmth it brought humidity. Kyle walked from the crowded hangar bay into the city Retfil. His body was fitted with black pants a brown vest which on the inside held his bryar pistol and lightsaber, and a off white longsleeve shirt button up from about three fourths of the way up. He hadn't done much to his hair the hour he had waited for his ship to be checked in and given a stamp of approval for being held in the hangar bay.
His first order of business was to find General Lowsh and talk to him about the planet. Apparently the Republic thought of him as a authorative in the matter. Retfil was a well developed city about four thousand feet above the ground. Air trams and ships were used for transportation and for the suprisingly big number of pedestrians catwalks were set. Buildings were set upon hover pads, and some of the older ones were even built from the ground.
Kyle walked through the crowd of people toward one of the oldest buildings in the city. A burly figure walked forward bumping into Kyle pratically shoving him off the side of the catwalk, and the traffic didn't get much better then that. At one point at a very crowded intersection a small girl almost knocked him over the rail.
An hour later he finally reached the building. Two officers stood at the entrance to the building armmed with blaster rifles. " Names Kyle Katarn. I need to see--,"
Kyle was cut off by one of the officers, "Come in."
Kyle was lead down twelve flights of stairs, a power lift, and into a room. The door closed and the hum of another opening caught his attention. A voice joined this new opening, "Boys kill him."