Now that my Episode VIII, Episode IX, and Boba Fett Stand-alone have been completed. I figured it was time for a Han Solo Stand-alone.
This is obviously going to become AU real soon. Solo's history is pretty wide open with Disney taking over, so I've worked with the little that Disney has sanctioned as Han Solo's back story and then added some to it. It is fan fiction, ain't it. :) As with all my stories, I try to be true to as much of the established universe as possible. But with time, all fan fics will be AU. However, I do try to make all my fan fics internally consistent with each other at least.
This is also a first-person narrative, hence the unconventional opening crawl. And since it is from Han Solo's point of view, please don't complain about the limited vocabulary and unvaried sentence structure. Writing like that wouldn't be consistent with his character. If you want larger vocabulary and more colorful sentences, check out my other fan fics, especially my French Literature fan fic, The Count and the Convict.
Oh and the disclaimer, of course... I own Star Wars. :)-that is sarcasm. I just wonder why we do this.
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Below is the opening crawl for Dark Smuggler.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away . . . .
STAR WARS
Dark Smuggler
There I was, my hands bound behind my back with binders, and my captain, Bal Win-Del, restrained next to me in the opposite cockpit chair of a small starship, the Trenchant. The young Arkanian mutineer, Allin Ju, stood between us. He laid a blaster on each of our laps wishing us well in his usual sardonic way.
He hit Bal Win-Del on the back of the head with an open hand and laughed. Then he started the Nav-systems and exited the rear of the ship, the small ramp closing us in, helpless to redirect the ship's destination, the planet Teth.
Teth was one of the unexplored and savage systems of Wild Space, full of carnivorous creatures and plants, bent on devouring anyone that was unfortunate to find their way to its surface. That planet has been the final resting place for many marooned ship captains. And now it was going to be ours.
The Trenchant's engines flickered on and rose to a roar before it lifted and sailed out into space from the bay of our old capital ship, The Cursed Tide. We headed toward the surface of the purple-hued planet, toward our approaching death.
The capital ship disappeared into hyperspace behind us, and our hope disappeared with it. We were alone and stranded, with nothing but a few blaster rounds, and a ship that only had enough energy reserves for a few sublight runs. The open mouths of thousands of hungry pirate-eating beasts waited for our arrival.
Now, I know you are asking yourself, "How did Han Solo get into this scrape?" Well, let me start from the beginning a decade ago, when I was just nine years old . . . .