Prologue
"Okay bud, now the targeting system controls are here." the man pressed a small button on the control panel, the targeting system slowly drew itself outwards and rotated to the right, covering the boy's eyes. "That's it, now I'll show you the flying controls."
"Wow! Can I fly the ship?" the boy responded happily.
"I don't think so, not for a few more cycles bud." The man chuckled as he showed his son the flight controls of his X-wing.
"Hey dad, if I'm 14 now then how old do I actually have to be to fly a ship?"
"Well I think the age is probably around 15 to 16."
"What about The First Order? Do they have a different age range for pilots?"
"Not sure son, possibly."
"Dad, are you ever going to let them near our house?"
"No, son, those beasts won't get to us unless they go through me…"
A few hours later…
The boy sat in the cockpit of his father's X-wing (alone this time), and continued to run through everything his old man had taught him about the little starfighter. His father had been a pilot for the rebellion, joining not long after the battle of Endor. He had gone on many missions including the well known battle of Jakku which he had retold his son many times over. 'Hey Ryo! Come wash up for dinner!' His father called out from inside the house. 'Coming papa!' As Ryo began
To get out of the cockpit he accidently hit a button on the console that he'd never touched before, a hologram instantly switched on revealing a man dressed in black with red hair. Von Salmi? This is General Hux of the first order, I'd like to talk to you...
Well yeah, Prologue to my new story. Hope you all enjoy!