Chapter 1- Solo
Yaeb Ginn leaned back in his semi-comfortable pilot's chair. He was next to his newest member of his small crew, Miak. Yaeb was 24, with average height and built and brown eyes. He had short, dark hair and a ring of facial hair surrounding his mouth. He wore a light, long-sleeved, khaki shirt with green, camouflaged pants. He wore a bandoleer of ammunition for his LAR (Light Assault Rifle) 42 .He was a Jedi. Perhaps one of the greatest alive. He had combined skills of both the new and old orders of Jedi. Miak was plainer. He had short, red-brown hair with a short stubble peppering from his mouth down to his chin. He had dark, green eyes and was clothed in the top half of mandalorian armor, gray pants, and dark, shiny boots. The two were heading towards the planet Galia, Yaeb's home planet, where the crew would drop Yaeb off with his Lar42, his DH-17 pistol, his emerald green lightsaber with black handle and a pack with a few days worth of rations, complete with tent, blanket, water bottle, and grappling hook. From the drop-off point, he would hike to the nearest Peace Brigade outpost and take control. He would continue hit-and-run tactics like the former and proceed to his hometown to find the message his father had left him before the Brigade took over the planet. Only Yaeb could go, because the rest of the crew had to go to Corellia and help the ally forces there defeat an invading group of Yuuzhan Vong. The religious enemy forces that were currently attempting to rid the galaxy of all sentient creatures and sacrifice them to their fake gods. Yaeb would escape Galia by using the A- wing that had once belonged to Yaeb's father. Yaeb's parents had abandoned Galia years ago in an Imperial-Class Star Destroyer II. They preyed on enemy convoys and such that tried to make it into ally sectors. Only Yaeb's grandfather was a Jedi, and he was 73 standards years old and the one that trained Yaeb. " Drop-off in twenty seconds," Miak called onto the intercom, " Yaeb, you might want to get into an escape pod." " Sure thing," Yaeb nodded to Miak, then reaching over to the intercom said, " I'll miss all of you, see you in about a week." " I'll miss you, too Yaeb," Brie, the starboard gunner, called into the intercom. Shallac, the wookie, growled something that translated to, " I'll enjoy being the co-pilot for a week, don't get killed, be the predator, not the prey." Shallac was normally the belly gunner. Kian grunted a " See you, man, don't get killed."
In the escape pod, Yaeb played Asteroid Field on his wristcomm and beat his own high score. He text-messaged Miak and typed- BRIE, DON'T TELL MIAK, BUT WHEN HE'S NOT SUSPICIOUS, I'M GOING TO BEAT HIM WITH A SPORTING CLUB AND LEAVE HIM TO DIE. Miak sent- HAHA CONCENTRATE ON YOUR MISSION, PHYCO. The pod ejected and Yaeb prepared for a long way down. " Yes, high score," Yaeb said to himself as he got over 32,000 in his game, he then bumped his head and decided to sit back and relax. while he still could.
It's a little short for the first chapter. I'll write more. Review and tell me what I did wrong, or what you liked. If you want to read my other story click on my author name next to the story title on the selection sheet thing (Where you pick what story you want to read). Tell me how you like it.
Yaeb Ginn leaned back in his semi-comfortable pilot's chair. He was next to his newest member of his small crew, Miak. Yaeb was 24, with average height and built and brown eyes. He had short, dark hair and a ring of facial hair surrounding his mouth. He wore a light, long-sleeved, khaki shirt with green, camouflaged pants. He wore a bandoleer of ammunition for his LAR (Light Assault Rifle) 42 .He was a Jedi. Perhaps one of the greatest alive. He had combined skills of both the new and old orders of Jedi. Miak was plainer. He had short, red-brown hair with a short stubble peppering from his mouth down to his chin. He had dark, green eyes and was clothed in the top half of mandalorian armor, gray pants, and dark, shiny boots. The two were heading towards the planet Galia, Yaeb's home planet, where the crew would drop Yaeb off with his Lar42, his DH-17 pistol, his emerald green lightsaber with black handle and a pack with a few days worth of rations, complete with tent, blanket, water bottle, and grappling hook. From the drop-off point, he would hike to the nearest Peace Brigade outpost and take control. He would continue hit-and-run tactics like the former and proceed to his hometown to find the message his father had left him before the Brigade took over the planet. Only Yaeb could go, because the rest of the crew had to go to Corellia and help the ally forces there defeat an invading group of Yuuzhan Vong. The religious enemy forces that were currently attempting to rid the galaxy of all sentient creatures and sacrifice them to their fake gods. Yaeb would escape Galia by using the A- wing that had once belonged to Yaeb's father. Yaeb's parents had abandoned Galia years ago in an Imperial-Class Star Destroyer II. They preyed on enemy convoys and such that tried to make it into ally sectors. Only Yaeb's grandfather was a Jedi, and he was 73 standards years old and the one that trained Yaeb. " Drop-off in twenty seconds," Miak called onto the intercom, " Yaeb, you might want to get into an escape pod." " Sure thing," Yaeb nodded to Miak, then reaching over to the intercom said, " I'll miss all of you, see you in about a week." " I'll miss you, too Yaeb," Brie, the starboard gunner, called into the intercom. Shallac, the wookie, growled something that translated to, " I'll enjoy being the co-pilot for a week, don't get killed, be the predator, not the prey." Shallac was normally the belly gunner. Kian grunted a " See you, man, don't get killed."
In the escape pod, Yaeb played Asteroid Field on his wristcomm and beat his own high score. He text-messaged Miak and typed- BRIE, DON'T TELL MIAK, BUT WHEN HE'S NOT SUSPICIOUS, I'M GOING TO BEAT HIM WITH A SPORTING CLUB AND LEAVE HIM TO DIE. Miak sent- HAHA CONCENTRATE ON YOUR MISSION, PHYCO. The pod ejected and Yaeb prepared for a long way down. " Yes, high score," Yaeb said to himself as he got over 32,000 in his game, he then bumped his head and decided to sit back and relax. while he still could.
It's a little short for the first chapter. I'll write more. Review and tell me what I did wrong, or what you liked. If you want to read my other story click on my author name next to the story title on the selection sheet thing (Where you pick what story you want to read). Tell me how you like it.