Star Wars

Maybe Nothing Is Too Much?

The Year is... I don't even know. It's about 20 years after Naboo's Colonization from the violence on Grizmalt, idiots, don't even know how to handle their own government. Nothing in the galaxy is going right, well not for me. The Republic is going well, smugglers and bounty hunters' getting away with stuff as the Republic gets too cocky for its own good. Including me well I was, until now, my ship has just been seized by a stupid capital ship and my spice is taken by the Republic and here I am sitting like a lemon in a republic electric cell.

The Sith, we all know them, or of them, I'm not even sure if they exist anymore, we know the Jedi Council is still around, they are still trying to stop Smugglers, they are guardians of piece but hundreds of people die every day and where are they? Nowhere, No apologies for dead families that Pirates and bounty hunters kill, they say 'we can't save everyone' what a heap of Cannok Dung, you don't even try. My family are dead. We were on Grizmalt, My father was a human soldier, he was shot in the riots. My Mother barely made it out of their and had a heart attack on the last transport, I was only 7 but I'll never forget the look in her eyes.

I only had one brother, he was the best brother ever, taught me how to fire a blaster, I'll never forget those days on our Urban Street where we'd shoot bins and droids for fun. That was all we could do for fun. He disappeared when the Refugees from the civil war were shipped away, I never saw him again. I think he might have settled on Renatasia, that's where the other refugee's landed. But I have been to Renatasia, No word of him in the refugee city. Nothing. Maybe he was gone. Forever, maybe he didn't even survive the trip, or maybe he didn't even get off Grizmalt. Hmm... I guess... no... I'm not going to get torn up over it.

I was a lonely child after my brother disappeared, I was brought up by a human couple, I never took the time to learn their names. Why would I want to know their names? They weren't family or friends, they were people paid by the republic to look after me, the republic didn't even try and help us on Grizmalt. When I was 10 I joined the Naboo Army School and began learning advanced Arms and I excelled above everyone else, mainly due to my previous knowledge of weaponry, partially due to my father being a soldier and my brother teaching me how to handle my own. Army School to begin with was just hints and tips.

When we began to learn about ships and surviving on harsh worlds that was what peaked my interest. We learned how to pilot Aureks by age 13, We learned breathing techniques, how to make fires, steal, make shelters, climb over high obstacles, basic stuff to survive Naboo's conditioning. Once I was 15 I decided to fuck life and took my Aurek and shot out of atmosphere before anyone could do anything. I didn't know what to do for the first couple of weeks, so I decided to go find my brother, upon arriving on Renatasia I found out he was never on the planet. Eight years I had waited of my life to find my brother, the only person in the galaxy I could trust now my parents were gone.

I got a job off a person, two thousand Credits to ship some death sticks to Nar Shaddaa, I'd be paid kindly on the other side, I did as the guy told me and guess what, I was paid and treated nicely, I was treated as a hero by some of the true addicts, who had been 'dying' to get their hands on some. Avoiding taking the dreaded death-sticks I arrived at the Exchange office, it turns out my name had been swirling around the dirty Quarren leaders mind and he'd decided to offer me a job, become a permanent spice transported, I got a new ship and a new droid as I accepted my new job. It was pretty straight forward, only a few major rules, a. Stay clear of Trade Routes, b. Always Change routes c. Don't get your ass caught d. If you do it's your own fault and you're dead by declaration of Exchange.

Oh yeah, my name is Etichizler Grador, but you can call me Eti, or Etich, whatever you decide, I don't care. Well I don't have to care, if I can't help it I'm dead at the Republic's hands, or at the exchanges, if I'm lucky I'll make it to next week. I was caught en route back to Nar Shaddaa a gravity well pulled me in and wrapped me up and took me in. They emptied my ship and took everything onboard that wasn't nailed to the floor into evidence including my droid, which had always been a great help to me, actually helping me out of sticky situations. They dumped me in a laser grid and let me sit, sit and wait. Which is all I could do considering, I had no guns, armour or swords. I had nothing compared to what the Republic had onboard their capital ship. Where could they be now? When I was caught I was just going over Gamorr but who knows? We could be on our way to Coruscant for all I know.