Tatooine - 11 BBY
"I'll be right behind you." Ken replied.
Gunn left the room with slight concern over what Ken was feeling right now, so he decided to leave him alone for a bit.
A feeling, more like a sense had flowed through his body causing him to shiver. He walked over to his workbench and opened the draw which revealed a box with a very complicated design and lock.
The force is telling me something, but it seems like it's telling me to bring this, he thought. The presence of the force was very chilling, like if a spirit was trying blow on the back of his neck.
Ken waved his hand over the box. It suddenly turned and twisted with clunky, but satisfying sounds to reveal a lightsabre, which had two emitters. Ken held the sabre in his right hand, squeezing his grip tighter the more he thought about it, and the memories that came with it. Ken attached the lightsabre to a belt, and placed it on one shoulder like if he was wearing a sash. He then threw on his signature black and grey poncho and pushed the door open to be overwhelmed with the whole 7th patrol squad waiting patiently.
"The five members of the 7th patrol squad have all assembled!" The over-enthusiast, Anthony Gyyll, cheered with a cheeky smile. Ken closed his eyes, tying not to burst into laughter, and happily walked over to join them in the corridor as they start making their way towards the local tavern.
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Bespin, Cloud City - 89 ABY
"Hurry up Rowan you're going to be late!" A girl with a stern, strong voice screamed from one side of the apartment to reach another. The boy groaned as he pulled the blanket over his face.
"You know he's not gonna get up right?" A male muffled voice replied to the intense yell.
"What else am I supposed to do? I'm busy making his lunch right now." The girl's voice became muffled and quieter.
"It's okay, I know how to get him outa bed, keep doin' what you have ta' do."
A few seconds later a quick and hasty thuds started making their way towards the door of the boy's room, becoming louder and louder as they approached. Suddenly the door slammed right open and a man in his late twenties yells out,
"ROWAN!" Can't I have a few more minutes? The boy thought.
"It's almost five… Oh! Don't you have an excursion today…" the man said in a persuasive tone. The boy's eyes suddenly opened wide in an instant.
Isn't it at one of the largest museums in the entire galaxy?" The boy sprinted out of bed and ran towards the wardrobe. The wardrobe was huge, and inside had been a glass tube that wasn't really see-able in the dark. He stepped inside the glass tube and is introduced by the lovely sound of the intergalactic female AI system, Mrs R.O.T.S.
"Hello Rowan, it seem like you're in a rush." The soft calming voice exclaimed in a cheerful reaction.
"Uniform please! And make it quick!" The boy stated. The sound of and engine whizzes online and in milliseconds tiny little crystals-like pieces start forming on top of the boy's sleepwear at a rapid pace, and in less than ten seconds, he was dressed in white trousers with a light blue stripe down the side of each leg, a button shirt accompanied with a white blazer that had a light blue rim around the top of the pockets, around the sleeves and collar. He also wore white knee-length boots and a white cap with a blue ribbon sewn around the hat, which dangles in long strips down the back.
The boy rushed out of the clothes compartment, grabbed his small navy blue shoulder strap bag and sprints down the corridor towards the door.
"Don't forget your lunch!" The girl from earlier calls behind him.
"Thanks Gi!" He grabs the white plastic-like bag out of her hand and storms out of the apartment. The girl smiles and waves him off in the distance.
Rowan Everbright. A sixteen year-old boy who is said to be a part of the new generation of kids who are directed to focus on intellectual and physical education. This generation of kids are encouraged to choose their own paths, and has also been said to mark the creation of a new era of education. During this decade in particular, stations known as Central Education Towers have been built throughout the galaxy to educate children from early learning stages for at least 15 years before they can graduate and create their own futures. The programs are run by the new Board of Education who are under control of the Intergalactic Governmental Command.
"OI! ROWAN! OVER HERE!" A girl's voice shouts out. The active and busy town of cloud city was full of people rushing to get from one place to another that it was kind of too chaotic. Cloud city, the civilisation that floats in the sky, recently had expanded by a couple of kilometres, but it still doesn't feel like there's enough room at all.
"I made it!" Rowan breathes heavily as he approaches another woman, the mistress, next to the vehicle door.
"Seems like you did, with only 5 minutes to spare." She says in an unpleasant tone. "Come on, in the transport vehicle."
Rowan nods and walks into the vehicle. He sees the girl waving at him leave an empty seat next to her. As Rowan approaches her, he gets stopped by the happy, pleasant sound of "its Rowan For-ever-sucker!" Not. Burin Deece, a chubby, tall boy who has an excessive desire to pick on people, had stuck his little, tiny foot into the isle, and caused Rowan to trip face-first. Everyone burst out laughing, but the feeling inside Rowan wasn't humour, only embarrassment. Rowan stood up looking towards the floor as he made his way down to where the girl, Aquila Airhart, was, and sat down, trying to cover his face with his hands.
"That was really harsh." The Aquila said, pouting. There was a bit of a silence between them as she tried to think if what to say next. "Hey, look on the bright side, this is the day you've been waiting for! Just bear with it until we get there!" She continues as she tries to change the subject.
"Yeah, I guess so, but I mean, what a great start to a great day!" Rowan exclaims sarcastically. She sighs, but before she is able to continue the conversation a blasting voice yells across the transport vehicle.
"EVERYONE, PLEASE SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!" the voice screeches. "Have I finally got everyone's attention?"
"Yes, Mistress" the kids reply in response as if they were scolded.
"Today we are headed to the Historic Museum of Cloud City. When we get there, I would like to see every single one of you be on your best behaviour, no exceptions." She adds.
"Yes, Mistress" the kids reply again the same tone.
"The ride will only take five minutes, so don't make yourselves too comfortable." The mistress picks up a glass pane and a list of people appear on the pane as if it were an electronic tablet.
"Since everyone is accounted for, it seems like we can head there early."
This day was the day that changed the lives of seven people. Seven, very different people.
Here we go!
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But I hope that doesn't stop you from reading this series.
I've always had an idea like this for a while now, and I have really wanted to start writing it down. Please state anything that needs improving or any kind of recommendation to improve the story for everyone's sake (including myself).
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