Chapter Six- The Trap
Miak passed the trip through hyperspace by playing games on his commlink. " Not gonna get me that easily," Miak growled at the many asteroids that were coming towards his computerized traingle ship. He immediately shut the game down and pulled the appropriate levers to get out of hyperspace, he was greeted by a large, wispy gas planet. " A gas planet, better bring the breath masks, heheheh," Miak called to his prisoner in the back who was currently unconscious. " I thought it was funny," Miak mumbled to himself. He then called Lon Polin and asked if he was ready for delivery. " Why yes I am," Polin answered, " Bring him in." " O.k. see you in a bit," Miak answered in mock-sweetness. He then piloted the, as Miak called it, the crappy old hunk of dewback scales, down to the reserved spaceport down in Cloud City, spaceport 37. Lon Polin, who was flanked by two bodyguards, greeted him. Miak lowered the boarding ramp and stepped down with the form of Mek Shalpoc lying face-up on a thin slab of floating durasteel. " Ah, I see you've brought Shalpoc in good condition," Polin greeted in his haughty voice, " Chipom, pay him." One of the bodyguards stepped forward and with a machine about the size of a brick and transferred 50,000 credits to Miak's account. As Miak checked to make sure his account was 50,000 credits larger than it was, both of the bodyguards drew their blasters, which Miak automatically recognized as disrupter rifles. " Oh, crap," Miak yelled as the leapt, then stopped himself and fell onto the permacrete floor and dropped his blasters. There was no way he could take on the two men when they already had their guns drawn. He was instantaneously bound by his wrists and led inside an empty cargo pod. "But, there's only a tank in here good for an hour," Miak complained. " Better hold your breath, then," Polin cackled as he sealed the cramped, dark pod. " Hold my breath, thinks he's funny, that dumb little u'ploc, oughta beat him down," Miak mumble in that dark. He then saw that the door on the other side of the cramped cube was not locked. He knocked on it, then, seeing it was connected to other pods, opened the door and climbed through. He was surrounded by illegal drugs, guns, and bootleg holos. His first thought was to watch some holovids while smoking something, but then he noticed the guns were loaded. " Breakout, baby," Miak chuckled as he adorned himself with five thermal detonators, a G-9 power blaster, a T-21 repeating blaster and one classic DL-44. He secured the detonators, '21 and the '44 on his empty equipment harness, which the guards found no reason to take away. Then he rotated the strap of the G-9 around his neck and shot the tank of oxygen. Needless to say, the canister he was supposed to be in was blown to particles, especially when mixed with the guns and drugs. Severly cleanup workers got seriously high after the mini-battle that takes place after this sentence, maybe the sentence after this. " After him," Polin screamed as fifty-four oddly assorted aliens and humans popped out of other canisters of cargo and began firing. Miak rolled, blasting away with turquoise bolts from his '9 and came up from his roll only to leap sideways from the portable missile that came rocketing towards him. He fired three more shots at the missile launcher, then threw his now- empty blaster at one of the opponents rushing towards him. He pulled out his T-21 and DL-44 and backed into a wall. The adversaries were chuckling as they neared him. Then, the wall blew open under a barrage of powerful blaster cannons. Ones that could only be found on a ship! The Boomerang was in view. Shallac was at the controls, Brie on the belly guns, Kian in the starboard gun, and Yaeb was standing on the cockpit, lightsaber blazing. He leapt onto the permacrete and the ship zoomed away, no doubt taking out other enemy ships that were a part of Polin's little group. There were thirty-eight warriors left. Yaeb did an in-air summersault and decapitated three men. He then slashed two in half and came up beside Miak, who was already blasting his blasters away. Thirty, twenty-five, twenty, fifteen. At fifteen, the warriors started acting as one. Even Yaeb had to allow himself to get backed into a wall. When Yaeb was moving so fast that all there was in his hand was a blur, then Brie with her small blaster pistol, Kian with his heavy blaster rifle and wrist-lasers doing well with his protective mandalorian armor, and Shallac with his heavy assault rifle and efficient pistol busted in and took out the remaining guards. " Thanks, guys," Miak panted out as he tossed his overheated guns ontop of a few crates. " Welcome," came the weary reply from the tired crew. Miak walked over to pick up his original weapons from Polin. A woman's scream echoed through the chamber. " Freeze," came Mek Shalpoc's angry voice, whose hand was holding a small blaster aimed at Brie's head," Nobody move, betcha all forgot about me, huh? Big mistake. I was in league with Polin since the start. We had a plan to kill you, Miak. Guess you were too smart, huh? Now you come over here with you and your group's weapons through across the room, or this little pretty's head is going to be nothing more than a memory." " Okay," Miak pleaded, " Just don't kill her." He and Yaeb's crew through their weapons away, then Shalpoc pushed Brie towards a cargo pod and pointed the blaster at Miak. Brie saw Yaeb signal to her and she screamed, when Shalpoc glanced over, Yaeb shot a fiery shield at Shalpoc. He cursed and fell dead. " Cool," Miak spoke breathlessly. The crew filed into their ship and Miak officially became one of Yaeb's group.
" Hey dude, this is going to be hard to clean up," said one of Cloud City's cleaning crew, " Whoa a pink bantha." " That's not a bantha," said the other, " It's a fig newton. Hahahahehe." The duo laughed until their supervisor caught them on drugs, not knowing that it wasn't their fault, they got fired.
Tell me if you like it through reviews or e-mail. Sorry about the mistakes on chapter four. Tell me if you want me to write more. I also can't show you what the Boomerang looks like. I'll have to use a scanner, so be patient and e-mail me if you want to see it. I might write stories about Yaeb or two group members on a mission or whatever. Peace out, it's been great writing for you all.
Miak passed the trip through hyperspace by playing games on his commlink. " Not gonna get me that easily," Miak growled at the many asteroids that were coming towards his computerized traingle ship. He immediately shut the game down and pulled the appropriate levers to get out of hyperspace, he was greeted by a large, wispy gas planet. " A gas planet, better bring the breath masks, heheheh," Miak called to his prisoner in the back who was currently unconscious. " I thought it was funny," Miak mumbled to himself. He then called Lon Polin and asked if he was ready for delivery. " Why yes I am," Polin answered, " Bring him in." " O.k. see you in a bit," Miak answered in mock-sweetness. He then piloted the, as Miak called it, the crappy old hunk of dewback scales, down to the reserved spaceport down in Cloud City, spaceport 37. Lon Polin, who was flanked by two bodyguards, greeted him. Miak lowered the boarding ramp and stepped down with the form of Mek Shalpoc lying face-up on a thin slab of floating durasteel. " Ah, I see you've brought Shalpoc in good condition," Polin greeted in his haughty voice, " Chipom, pay him." One of the bodyguards stepped forward and with a machine about the size of a brick and transferred 50,000 credits to Miak's account. As Miak checked to make sure his account was 50,000 credits larger than it was, both of the bodyguards drew their blasters, which Miak automatically recognized as disrupter rifles. " Oh, crap," Miak yelled as the leapt, then stopped himself and fell onto the permacrete floor and dropped his blasters. There was no way he could take on the two men when they already had their guns drawn. He was instantaneously bound by his wrists and led inside an empty cargo pod. "But, there's only a tank in here good for an hour," Miak complained. " Better hold your breath, then," Polin cackled as he sealed the cramped, dark pod. " Hold my breath, thinks he's funny, that dumb little u'ploc, oughta beat him down," Miak mumble in that dark. He then saw that the door on the other side of the cramped cube was not locked. He knocked on it, then, seeing it was connected to other pods, opened the door and climbed through. He was surrounded by illegal drugs, guns, and bootleg holos. His first thought was to watch some holovids while smoking something, but then he noticed the guns were loaded. " Breakout, baby," Miak chuckled as he adorned himself with five thermal detonators, a G-9 power blaster, a T-21 repeating blaster and one classic DL-44. He secured the detonators, '21 and the '44 on his empty equipment harness, which the guards found no reason to take away. Then he rotated the strap of the G-9 around his neck and shot the tank of oxygen. Needless to say, the canister he was supposed to be in was blown to particles, especially when mixed with the guns and drugs. Severly cleanup workers got seriously high after the mini-battle that takes place after this sentence, maybe the sentence after this. " After him," Polin screamed as fifty-four oddly assorted aliens and humans popped out of other canisters of cargo and began firing. Miak rolled, blasting away with turquoise bolts from his '9 and came up from his roll only to leap sideways from the portable missile that came rocketing towards him. He fired three more shots at the missile launcher, then threw his now- empty blaster at one of the opponents rushing towards him. He pulled out his T-21 and DL-44 and backed into a wall. The adversaries were chuckling as they neared him. Then, the wall blew open under a barrage of powerful blaster cannons. Ones that could only be found on a ship! The Boomerang was in view. Shallac was at the controls, Brie on the belly guns, Kian in the starboard gun, and Yaeb was standing on the cockpit, lightsaber blazing. He leapt onto the permacrete and the ship zoomed away, no doubt taking out other enemy ships that were a part of Polin's little group. There were thirty-eight warriors left. Yaeb did an in-air summersault and decapitated three men. He then slashed two in half and came up beside Miak, who was already blasting his blasters away. Thirty, twenty-five, twenty, fifteen. At fifteen, the warriors started acting as one. Even Yaeb had to allow himself to get backed into a wall. When Yaeb was moving so fast that all there was in his hand was a blur, then Brie with her small blaster pistol, Kian with his heavy blaster rifle and wrist-lasers doing well with his protective mandalorian armor, and Shallac with his heavy assault rifle and efficient pistol busted in and took out the remaining guards. " Thanks, guys," Miak panted out as he tossed his overheated guns ontop of a few crates. " Welcome," came the weary reply from the tired crew. Miak walked over to pick up his original weapons from Polin. A woman's scream echoed through the chamber. " Freeze," came Mek Shalpoc's angry voice, whose hand was holding a small blaster aimed at Brie's head," Nobody move, betcha all forgot about me, huh? Big mistake. I was in league with Polin since the start. We had a plan to kill you, Miak. Guess you were too smart, huh? Now you come over here with you and your group's weapons through across the room, or this little pretty's head is going to be nothing more than a memory." " Okay," Miak pleaded, " Just don't kill her." He and Yaeb's crew through their weapons away, then Shalpoc pushed Brie towards a cargo pod and pointed the blaster at Miak. Brie saw Yaeb signal to her and she screamed, when Shalpoc glanced over, Yaeb shot a fiery shield at Shalpoc. He cursed and fell dead. " Cool," Miak spoke breathlessly. The crew filed into their ship and Miak officially became one of Yaeb's group.
" Hey dude, this is going to be hard to clean up," said one of Cloud City's cleaning crew, " Whoa a pink bantha." " That's not a bantha," said the other, " It's a fig newton. Hahahahehe." The duo laughed until their supervisor caught them on drugs, not knowing that it wasn't their fault, they got fired.
Tell me if you like it through reviews or e-mail. Sorry about the mistakes on chapter four. Tell me if you want me to write more. I also can't show you what the Boomerang looks like. I'll have to use a scanner, so be patient and e-mail me if you want to see it. I might write stories about Yaeb or two group members on a mission or whatever. Peace out, it's been great writing for you all.
