1 Star Wars: Painful Truth
Rienn Ishidgrayne turned a corner and ran down the corridor of the Sanarian ship. He had just stolen some vital info about the ship he was in from it's interior mainframe. Battle plans, fleet detail, the works. With the look in his pouch, he continued his getaway, eventually making a serious wrong turn and wound up at a dead end.
The corner was in the shape of a "t" . Either way didn't matter, unless there was a hidden way out. Rienn quickly raised his holo-watch to his mouth, beginning to communicate with a comrade on his ship.
"Nior , I need a detailed way out of this place now!", said the ebony skinned man through the communicator on the watch. He heard the stomping of the Sanarians growing louder by the minute. Brandon unholstered his NRI- Blaster, a scaled down model of the rifle used by nearly every human military organization. It seemed like a handgun, at times. The difference was that it was a rear-loading custom made weapon, and had pump-action and automatic modes. It fired a concussion-round blast. It's metallic-black color made it sleek and streamlined for easy deployment
"THIS MILLENIA, NIOR.", Rienn said, louder this time. He looked around the corner again, only to have his face nearly blown to hell when a Sanarian shot a blast with its weapon. The formidable beam flew at him, but Rienn quickly dodged it with his reflexes. The young man had quickly developed unusual and surprising reflexes, with a small sense of ESP. He usually thought nothing of it, but it was the most useful weapon on him as of now.
"The blueprint shows that the Elevator shaft is the only safe way out.", said the First-Mate from his ship, "Either that, or I'll just tell your people that you're funeral will be after we find your body amongst piles of space junk."
"Whatever! Prepare for launch!", yelled the young, exotic skinned man. He pried open the elevation shaft with the laser on his watch. It was similar to light-saber technology. Very handy. Rienn looked down the shaft. It was about 270 stories high, give or take. It didn't matter now, the height. It was life or death now. It would be life both ways if he could survive the shaft or fight off the Sanarians.
That was a big if.
Rienn jumped. He held his loot tightly in his hand. They were important, as aforementioned, and Rienn needed them as much as possible to stave off an invasion by the dark, indefinable species. They were violent, and a force to be reckoned with. On top of that immense threat, the World Nation of Earth still had the YuuzhanVong to worry about. They were headed in their direction, especially with the WN allied with the New Republic/Jedi Order. Rienn pulled his ascension gun from it's holster and shot straight up. The grappling hook proved steady, and the man switched from descend to ascend. He flew up, only to see the elevator's platform coming up from down below him. Life or death. Right.
I told you that was a big if.
Rienn stopped as soon as he could and pried open a door as quickly as he could. Success complimented hi, as he exited the shaft with semi-ease. Rienn holstered the gun after retracting the cable and ran.
"Keep going until the next left. You'll be able to make a straight away to the ship from there", instructed Nior. He was helpful most of the time. When he wasn't being an overbearing, annoying piece of bantha fodder. He guided his comrade and as foretold, he ended up at the correct docking bay. His ship, the Qadr II, wasn't the fastest, the most powerful, or the sleekest, but it was powerful, fast, and sleek enough. He ran aboard and tossed his things down and ran to the cockpit. Rienn sat down and turned the ship to face the exit. It was closing. They needed to get out and get out fast, so they did, with their stolen objects in tow.
Eventually, Rienn landed on his home planet along with his ally. The planet, Earth, was one of the few that could sustain life in the universe, and the only one in it's solar system. The world had united over a period of centuries, which led to advancements, and even more importantly, wars. They cost hundreds of lives, especially the Thrawn crisis. It was this time when the planet united with the Republic and new Jedi Order. The help was needed, and well used at times.
He docked his ship and walked to his landspeeder. It was designed like the others in the galaxy, except you weren't vulnerable to attack by being visible. You were actually in it, like other land-transportation units of the past. Other than that, it was strictly hovercraft. Rienn drove his way back to his quarters. It was a large palace-like domain, customized for his leisure. He could not afford it all on his own, Rienn. Some was funded for by his uncle Lando Calrissian.
A former smuggler, Rienn took up after him and thought of his uncle as an icon… a role model. Lando looked after Rienn and his twin Rienna (go figure) since the age of 3. After HS graduation, they went their separate ways. Lando often talks to his family via inter-stellar commu-systems as much as he can, but Rienn's military training often got in the way. It still does.
He looked up at the clock. It was 11:30 Eastern Border time. Rienn felt a stab of tired. He had to be up early,tomorrow. Ontop of graduating from the Military academy, he had to meet with his uncle and the famed Han Solo about the contraband info on the Sanarian treat and their negotiations with the Vong he stole, and the Alliance's then battle plans. It was going to be a hard couple of years…
Chapter I concluded.
A/N: I hope I've given some well enough insight on the Rienn Ishidgrayne character and enough of his backround info. I hope that this chapter is a sturdy platform…enough groundwork,if you will, for the storyline of this fic.
Rienn Ishidgrayne turned a corner and ran down the corridor of the Sanarian ship. He had just stolen some vital info about the ship he was in from it's interior mainframe. Battle plans, fleet detail, the works. With the look in his pouch, he continued his getaway, eventually making a serious wrong turn and wound up at a dead end.
The corner was in the shape of a "t" . Either way didn't matter, unless there was a hidden way out. Rienn quickly raised his holo-watch to his mouth, beginning to communicate with a comrade on his ship.
"Nior , I need a detailed way out of this place now!", said the ebony skinned man through the communicator on the watch. He heard the stomping of the Sanarians growing louder by the minute. Brandon unholstered his NRI- Blaster, a scaled down model of the rifle used by nearly every human military organization. It seemed like a handgun, at times. The difference was that it was a rear-loading custom made weapon, and had pump-action and automatic modes. It fired a concussion-round blast. It's metallic-black color made it sleek and streamlined for easy deployment
"THIS MILLENIA, NIOR.", Rienn said, louder this time. He looked around the corner again, only to have his face nearly blown to hell when a Sanarian shot a blast with its weapon. The formidable beam flew at him, but Rienn quickly dodged it with his reflexes. The young man had quickly developed unusual and surprising reflexes, with a small sense of ESP. He usually thought nothing of it, but it was the most useful weapon on him as of now.
"The blueprint shows that the Elevator shaft is the only safe way out.", said the First-Mate from his ship, "Either that, or I'll just tell your people that you're funeral will be after we find your body amongst piles of space junk."
"Whatever! Prepare for launch!", yelled the young, exotic skinned man. He pried open the elevation shaft with the laser on his watch. It was similar to light-saber technology. Very handy. Rienn looked down the shaft. It was about 270 stories high, give or take. It didn't matter now, the height. It was life or death now. It would be life both ways if he could survive the shaft or fight off the Sanarians.
That was a big if.
Rienn jumped. He held his loot tightly in his hand. They were important, as aforementioned, and Rienn needed them as much as possible to stave off an invasion by the dark, indefinable species. They were violent, and a force to be reckoned with. On top of that immense threat, the World Nation of Earth still had the YuuzhanVong to worry about. They were headed in their direction, especially with the WN allied with the New Republic/Jedi Order. Rienn pulled his ascension gun from it's holster and shot straight up. The grappling hook proved steady, and the man switched from descend to ascend. He flew up, only to see the elevator's platform coming up from down below him. Life or death. Right.
I told you that was a big if.
Rienn stopped as soon as he could and pried open a door as quickly as he could. Success complimented hi, as he exited the shaft with semi-ease. Rienn holstered the gun after retracting the cable and ran.
"Keep going until the next left. You'll be able to make a straight away to the ship from there", instructed Nior. He was helpful most of the time. When he wasn't being an overbearing, annoying piece of bantha fodder. He guided his comrade and as foretold, he ended up at the correct docking bay. His ship, the Qadr II, wasn't the fastest, the most powerful, or the sleekest, but it was powerful, fast, and sleek enough. He ran aboard and tossed his things down and ran to the cockpit. Rienn sat down and turned the ship to face the exit. It was closing. They needed to get out and get out fast, so they did, with their stolen objects in tow.
Eventually, Rienn landed on his home planet along with his ally. The planet, Earth, was one of the few that could sustain life in the universe, and the only one in it's solar system. The world had united over a period of centuries, which led to advancements, and even more importantly, wars. They cost hundreds of lives, especially the Thrawn crisis. It was this time when the planet united with the Republic and new Jedi Order. The help was needed, and well used at times.
He docked his ship and walked to his landspeeder. It was designed like the others in the galaxy, except you weren't vulnerable to attack by being visible. You were actually in it, like other land-transportation units of the past. Other than that, it was strictly hovercraft. Rienn drove his way back to his quarters. It was a large palace-like domain, customized for his leisure. He could not afford it all on his own, Rienn. Some was funded for by his uncle Lando Calrissian.
A former smuggler, Rienn took up after him and thought of his uncle as an icon… a role model. Lando looked after Rienn and his twin Rienna (go figure) since the age of 3. After HS graduation, they went their separate ways. Lando often talks to his family via inter-stellar commu-systems as much as he can, but Rienn's military training often got in the way. It still does.
He looked up at the clock. It was 11:30 Eastern Border time. Rienn felt a stab of tired. He had to be up early,tomorrow. Ontop of graduating from the Military academy, he had to meet with his uncle and the famed Han Solo about the contraband info on the Sanarian treat and their negotiations with the Vong he stole, and the Alliance's then battle plans. It was going to be a hard couple of years…
Chapter I concluded.
A/N: I hope I've given some well enough insight on the Rienn Ishidgrayne character and enough of his backround info. I hope that this chapter is a sturdy platform…enough groundwork,if you will, for the storyline of this fic.
