Author Note: This is my first attempt at creating a story on fanfiction. I value any tips that experienced users have to offer, but for the most part this is just my attempt to tell a compelling story through the power of imagination. I hope you enjoy this small Intro of what is yet to come, thanks :)
One Night In Mos Eisley
Damn I hate Zeltrons. Just when you think you meet an honest one, they try and eat your left ear. I s'pose I had it comin' to me, I did blow up her ship after all. Was a nice GX1 model too. * Sigh*, Oh well, that was yesterday. Today is a new day, full of opportunity and splendor. Oh wait, no it's not. At least not here on this dirtball of a planet. There's millions of places that one may call home in this galaxy, so I'm pretty sure I'm the unluckiest Nautolan to exist in the entire Outer Rim. Don't get me wrong, if you can't wake up in the morning without a good death scream in the streets, or maybe getting robbed twice before lunch, this is the place to be. And of course, finish off your day getting chased home by packs of wild Anooba. Tripped a kid once just to make it home for supper. But that's the boring stuff. Today I've got something extraordinary to share, something that is a rarity in this hive of scum and villainy. So sit back, grab a death-stick, and let Rhel Techoor tell you this tale.