Chapter 2. Trapped and Stranded
Han Solo, ex-smuggler and now part of the New Republic, peered around the corner of an alleyway.
He was, unfortunately, caught, stuck in a derelict town on the planet Myrkyr, which had been overrun with Stormtroopers since Grand Admiral Thrawn's days. It had been Six years since the attacks from his warships had stopped, though the Empire was still trying to hold its own against the New Republic.
With disgust, the events of the past Four days reminded him, much to his distaste, of his journey to Kessel with Chewbacca 4 years ago. But this time, he had no companions, no big Wookie to bring his fighting spirit to its level. He was alone, on this Godforsaken planet, and to make it worse, was to be rumored through Imperial files, to be Admiral Illeya Meta's Secret Training Base.
He had left Coruscant 1 week before, with 7 trained commandos's to do a scout-and-run of the planet, trying to get on the planet, then trying to leave it without arising any suspicion. Unfortunately, his navigation had been wrong, and he had turned the ship a way were no recorded town or city was, causing them to arise more than suspicion. Laser Turrets had racked the shield less shuttle, causing all seven commando's and maneuvering jets, stabilizer's and peruvial damper's to die instantly. He had been alone in the cockpit when the ship had been hit, and when it went down. Bleeding on his hands and face, he'd stumbled recklessly out of the dying shuttle and run, just in time to escape as it blew into a million pieces, scattering shards of metal that sliced into his back like knives.
Now he winced as the bones in his shattered wrist ground together.
By now it was late in the evening, Four days after the crash, and the lights of the town were slowing coming on, and faint voices could be heard behind him.
Han quickly, but careful, eased himself around the deserted corner, and found himself plunged into total darkness as the shadows of the alley devoured him.
I am never getting out of here. He thought despairingly.
After walking along slowly for some 20 minutes, but what seemed like an eternity, when he suddenly became aware of filtered voices close in pursuit, from behind. Knowing it to be a reckless act, but fear and dread overruling caution, he broke into a bone jarring sprint.
All to suddenly, as he rounded another corner, there was a loud 'SMACK', and he fell backwards, face and chest throbbing painfully. And as he fell, the back of his head slammed into the ground. With anearly silent moan, he forced his eyes open, and stared straight into the muzzles of 10 Imperial Stormtrooper Rifles.
This is not my day. He weakly thought.
He closed his eyes, but before he could welcome unconsciousness, a clear, smooth and all to familiar female voice broke the dreadful silence.
"My, My. What have we hear? Captain, is this who you were afraid of?"
There was no reply, but Han could almost picture a man's face turning bright red beneath a white helmet.
Han heard her kneel beside him, and he felt her warm breath against his cheek.
"So it is you, Solo. Believe me, you were the last person I would have thought The New Republic would have sent, after our last encounter. Remember that, Solo? I swore to the whole of Coruscant that one day, I would have you in my power. And here you are, powerless before me, with no one to help you, or save you. You must recall that you are on Myrkyr, with thousands upon thousands of Ysalimiri. No one, Not Luke Skywalker, or your wife, or anyone, can feel you through the force. Your idea of Circumstances is most interesting. You will pay a dear price, Solo, for coming hear. You still have a certain captain's life on your hands."
She stood, and issued orders to her men.
"Radio Base. Tell them to have a team waiting at the palace gates. We have a…guest… who needs attending to. For now, cell B47J."
With an effort, Han forced his eyes halfway open. 7 Stormtrooper's had left, and 3 remained, but his attention settled on the only woman in the group.
She was tall, with golden brown hair that fell to her hips. She wore black boots, a black cloak and skirt and tunic, and the all to familiar imperial ranking on her left collarbone.
Han was staring at the most wanted woman in the New Republic, the one who always escaped unharmed. He was looking at Admiral Illeya of the Imperial Fleet, the one who had vowed to make him pay for the death of a ship and friend, 4 years ago.
Oh shit. This is way worse than Kessel now.
And he was plunged into darkness, not knowing what hit him.
So, what do you think?Please tell me! This is my first ever Star Wars story!
What do you think of Illeya? Does she sound evil enough? do you wnat to know anything about her yet? Besides that she is Imperial, wanted by the New Republic, has a death wish on Han and is very talkative?
Well, you'll find out in two chapter's!
Please tell me what you think, I would really appreciate it.
Have a Very Merry Christmas!
