I do not own Star Wars. I wish I did, but I don't. The Sorians are a species of my own design. They are not connected to any other item, Star Wars or otherwise. I am looking for any sort of feedback. Enjoy!

Prologue

The captain was home free. The Alderaanian freighter had dropped out of hyperspace right where the informant had said it would. The raid had gone off without a hitch and he and his crew had left with millions of credits worth of jewels and precious metals. Now they were headed to refuge on Nar Shaddaa. As the captain fingered a rainbow jewel from Gallinore, he thought about how he would repay the informant. He was debating between a blaster bolt to the head and a hundred thousand credits when he felt his ship lurch out of hyperspace. He glanced at his crono, looked away, and then whipped back. The crono revealed that they had not been in hyperspace long enough to have arrived. Filled with a sudden anxiety the captain raced for the bridge.

"Captain!" his first mate exclaimed when he arrived on the bridge, "We've got company!" The captain raced for the viewport and his eyes widened. In front of them were at least two warships, small but heavily armed, and a small space station, gravity-well projectors sticking out from several locations.

"I told you we shouldn't have taken that "perfect" route!" the first mate yelled. The captain paid him no mind, even though it had been his idea to go off the beaten path of fixed hyperspace lanes to avoid any possible pursuit. The two warships were bearing down on his ship with astonishing speed. Suddenly they opened fire. The massive bolts of blue energy seared across space and slammed into the pirate ship's unshielded hull.

"We're taking heavy fire!" the shield operator yelled.

"I can see that!" the captain replied, "Raise the shields and fire all cannons! Get us out of here!" The crew barked an affirmative. However, before they could do anything a huge missile came streaking out of the lead warship. A missile from the tail ship joined it. The pirate gunners tried to shoot them down but the missiles jinked and juked to avoid their fire. What few bolts that did hit glanced off the obviously heavily armored projectiles. When they got close the missiles split into numerous smaller warheads. The captain gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the missiles hit.

"We've lost our engines!" the damage control officer yelled over the explosion, "And our shields!"

"All heavy cannons are down!" the weapons officer said. The heavy cannons aboard the hostile warships had stopped firing now. However the smaller cannons began picking off every single one of the pirate ship's lighter cannons and missile launchers until they were all destroyed. The two warships then began to come towards the pirate vessel. They got closer and closer until the captain thought he could reach right out and touch them. Two massive doors slid open in the belly of the lead ship and the pirate ship began to be pulled towards it. The captain knew they had been caught in a tractor beam.

"Prepare to repel boarders!" the captain yelled. His crew all grabbed blasters and raced for the docking port. The captain grabbed his lucky pistol and followed. The crew reached the port and took up positions. They waited anxiously for something to happen until suddenly two pinpoints of laser cut through the top of the port. They each began cutting half of a sizeable hole in the armored door. When they reached the floor there was a second of anxious silence until the human-sized piece of durasteel was suddenly blown inwards, taking out several pirates as it shot along the corridor. Three small cylinders then flew through the doorway. The captain recognized them instantly.

"Flashbangs!" he yelled, "Get down!" The crew scrambled to drop the blast shields on their helmets and cover their ears. Some weren't quick enough, and when the grenades went off they were left writhing on the floor, rendered blind and deaf by the explosions. That's when the pirates were flooded by a wave of heavily armored foes. Most had full-faced helmets; those that didn't gave a clear view of inhuman blue skin.

"What the heck are these things!?" one of the pirates yelled as he fired, "Chiss!?"

"No!" the first mate yelled, "Look at the eyes on that one; they aren't red!" True enough, one of the strange aliens had their helmet visor up. It had blue skin alright, but its eyes were human with blue irises, not fully red like those of the Chiss.

The pirates fought desperately against their foes, but they were far outmatched. Their enemies wore full body armor that seemed to be impenetrable. On the other hand, the hostile troops were cutting down the pirate forces with calm, precise bursts from their blaster rifles. The captain watched pirate after pirate fall, but it wasn't until the Zabrak next to him caught a burst square in the chest that he noticed they weren't actually being killed. They were being hit with stun rounds; the enemy was obviously trying to bring them in alive. The captain checked the Zabrak to make sure. Then he looked up to see a blaster barrel staring back at him. The blaster fired and everything went black.