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Chapter 1: The Swoop Racers
"100 credits is my last offer!" the voice bellowed through the cantina, "Come on you little punk. Lets see how your cocky attitude matches up against a little bet, or is it to rich for your blood?" The loud conversation was attracting the attention of the others sitting around having a drink. Though a young man was very curious in what was going on as he watched. From what he could tell the man doing the yelling was a humanoid, his long gangly hair rolled over his shoulders in a messy bunch. His beard was as long as his hair almost, coving most of his chest. He wore mostly rags of cloths and hardly looked like he had a lick of credits on him. He seemed rather age though his true age was too hard to really tell. The young man then looked to the other man. He seemed to be the same age as he. His hair was short and brown with a mix of blond. His eyes were an icy blue as a smile curled around his lips as the older man rant and raved at him. He wore what most swoop riders wore, tight leathers with gloves. His goggles hung around his neck while his hands were jammed in his jacket pocket. This man look hardly fazed by the older mans yelling. For a moment it looked like he was ignoring him as he cocked his head to the viewing screen. The old man notice this as well as his chest puffed up and his eyes grew wider, "Boy! Are you ignoring me?!"
"Me? Aw, no. I could never do that," He said as he lifted his hand out of his pocket and pointed to the view screen, "Seems like the guy you want me to race just won another top time."
"Of course he did! He's the track champion. Which is why I bet 1000 credits more to see you race him. You think you're confident enough and I want to see you beat him as you so confidently stated."
The mention of more credits caused his eyes to light up, "You got your self a deal. Let me go suit up."
The young viewer watched the two exit. He guessed that they were going to keep arguing until the swoop race started again, "Wow he's really confident about winning," He said to himself.
"He's confident because he's going to win," Another drinker mumbled to the boy as he took a sip of his drink.
"Wait. . .what do you mean?"
"That boy has a gift. His relaxes and judgment is the best and sharp. It's as if he sees everything before it happens. He already knows he's going to win. I've seen that kid in here before playing this game of his. He's good, though I've seen him back down sometime. Guess he's smart enough to know when things aren't in his favor." "See things before they happen? Like a Jedi?"
"Kid I don't know what he is. Does he look very Jedi like?" He order another drink as the waiter walked by.
"No, I suppose not. I was hoping he was. I always wanted to meet one."
"They're not all high and mighty. What's your name?"
"Kite Shacklet," he replied in a light voice.
"Ha, that's a mouthful almost. You can call me Hawk Eye."
Kite offered his hand as the two shook, "Mind if I ask what are you doing here on this sand ball of a planet?"
"Tatooine?" Hawk questioned for a moment, "Haha, I'm a pilot. Just wandering around the galaxy I suppose. Nothing better for this old man to do. You're a young kid, what are you doing in a place like this?"
Kite was quiet for a moment, "I don't know. Searching for some Jedi. I have some news to deliver for them."
"Ah, very good my young friend. Well check the viewing screen out. There goes our suppose Jedi."
Kite turned his head to see the swooper speed out of the gate and dodge the debris with ease, as his time seemed to creep slowly. His time was twice as fast and broke the old track record, "He's amazing I got to meet him."
Hawk laughed lightly, "I don't know, this kid has a sharp attitude on him. You may not enjoy it."
"Come on, I know you can help me. It's a challenge for you."
"Well, I suppose I can. Come on, he needs to actually park that swooper he has. Lets catch him in the hanger," Hawk grabbed his drink and gulped it down in one chuck. He grabbed Kite by the hand and they slipped out the way he saw the young swoop racer and the old man go. The sands of Tatooine were blowing hard and it stung against Kite's face. He did his best to shield himself with his one hand, but Hawk was pulling him fast across the small outpost to the hanger for the swoopers. Kite could hear the buzzing of the engines as he neared the door. There were no guards as they stepped through and Kite found himself in front of the sleek machine, "Oh wow look at this swooper, its got to be the fastest one I ever seen."
"Hey, no touching," Someone said from behind.
"Oh, don't get your goggles in a twist. The kid is just admiring it," Hawk said as he stood by Kite.
"I never authorized you two to be in here, what do you want?"
Kite straightened up, "Oh. . .I just saw you on the view screen and I couldn't believe how fast you went."
The swooper smiled lightly as he walked over, "Glad someone likes it and doesn't accuse me of cheating. The names Suhlak, who are you two?"
"Oh the names Kite and this is Hawk."
Suhlak lifted an eyebrow to the two, "A kid and an old man. Related?"
Hawk chuckled to himself, "Oh, no. I'm single. This little guy was wondering about you. He thinks you're a Jedi."
Kite saw Suhlak expression was caught off guard with that though he recovered quickly enough so that Hawk didn't notice, "I'm no Jedi. I'm just a kid with luck."
Kite nodded with disappointment before his head turned to the door, "Do you sense that?"
Suhlak lifted his head looking to the door, "Hmm, that creep is coming. Wait how did you know that?"
Kite shrugged, "I don't know. Just a hunch."
"I don't sense anything except the sand blowing up my-" Suhlak pushed Hawk lightly before he finished. He gestured for Kite to come over. "You two, stay behind the swooper. This guy isn't a push over."
Kite grabbed a hold of Suhlak glove, "Hey, what about you? You're not really armed with anything."
Suhlak pulled out of his grip, "Don't worry about it. I can take care of it myself without a problem."
He moved away from the back and walked back up to the front of the swooper whipping his hands against his pants as if he just walked out from the cockpit. Kite and Hawk watched from under the engines as the old man and the old race champion walked up.
"There he is. The boy from the cantina. He cheated me out of my credits."
Suhlak smirked, "I cheated you. I believe you have it backwards. You cheated me, where are my credits? I won fair and square. How could I possibly cheated?"
Both men were struck from words. The racer shrugged and the old man snarled under his breath. Kite could see his hand move for his belt, making an attempt for his blaster. Hawk saw this as well and reached down for his blaster just in case. Kite had no weapons to defend himself and he just watched as everything unfolded in slow motion.
Suhlak was standing perfectly still when all of a sudden his body went moving backwards away from the man with an incredible amount of speed. He moved back quick enough to avoid the first blaster fire. Though as Kite watched something was wrong with Suhlak. He moved fast enough, but he seemed to loose it. As he made an attempt to leap away from the next fire blast his power was gone and he was unable to move away fast enough. The blast hit him in the shoulder. Suhlak was thrown across the ground from the impact. The man cried out in glory, but his shouts of joy was replaced with the cry of pain. Hawk was quick in drawing out his blasters getting a clean shot. The old race champion made a run for the door. Hawk winked to Kite as he stood up, "Perfect shot my friend. Go help the uptight swoop racer."
Kite pushed himself up from the sands and went over to Suhlak, "Suhlak, you ok?"
"Hardly. . .would you be ok if I shot you?"
Kite smirked lightly as he rubbed his head, "I suppose not. Here give me your hand and I'll help you up."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," A voice hissed from behind.
Kite slowly turned his head seeing the old man up again. The smoke from the blaster shot wound was still visible as he held his blaster to Hawks face. Suhlak looked up to see what was going up, supporting himself with his uninjured arm, "Leave them out of this you old fool."
"Oh, no. They are quiet involved now."
Suhlak narrowed his eyes some while Kite stood helpless. Suhlak glanced around the hanger some as he formed a plan, "Kite," he whispered softly, "There is a sword to your left to defend yourself. On my count go for the sword and I'll take care of the old man and Hawk. Just trust me on this"
To be continued. . .
Chapter 1: The Swoop Racers
"100 credits is my last offer!" the voice bellowed through the cantina, "Come on you little punk. Lets see how your cocky attitude matches up against a little bet, or is it to rich for your blood?" The loud conversation was attracting the attention of the others sitting around having a drink. Though a young man was very curious in what was going on as he watched. From what he could tell the man doing the yelling was a humanoid, his long gangly hair rolled over his shoulders in a messy bunch. His beard was as long as his hair almost, coving most of his chest. He wore mostly rags of cloths and hardly looked like he had a lick of credits on him. He seemed rather age though his true age was too hard to really tell. The young man then looked to the other man. He seemed to be the same age as he. His hair was short and brown with a mix of blond. His eyes were an icy blue as a smile curled around his lips as the older man rant and raved at him. He wore what most swoop riders wore, tight leathers with gloves. His goggles hung around his neck while his hands were jammed in his jacket pocket. This man look hardly fazed by the older mans yelling. For a moment it looked like he was ignoring him as he cocked his head to the viewing screen. The old man notice this as well as his chest puffed up and his eyes grew wider, "Boy! Are you ignoring me?!"
"Me? Aw, no. I could never do that," He said as he lifted his hand out of his pocket and pointed to the view screen, "Seems like the guy you want me to race just won another top time."
"Of course he did! He's the track champion. Which is why I bet 1000 credits more to see you race him. You think you're confident enough and I want to see you beat him as you so confidently stated."
The mention of more credits caused his eyes to light up, "You got your self a deal. Let me go suit up."
The young viewer watched the two exit. He guessed that they were going to keep arguing until the swoop race started again, "Wow he's really confident about winning," He said to himself.
"He's confident because he's going to win," Another drinker mumbled to the boy as he took a sip of his drink.
"Wait. . .what do you mean?"
"That boy has a gift. His relaxes and judgment is the best and sharp. It's as if he sees everything before it happens. He already knows he's going to win. I've seen that kid in here before playing this game of his. He's good, though I've seen him back down sometime. Guess he's smart enough to know when things aren't in his favor." "See things before they happen? Like a Jedi?"
"Kid I don't know what he is. Does he look very Jedi like?" He order another drink as the waiter walked by.
"No, I suppose not. I was hoping he was. I always wanted to meet one."
"They're not all high and mighty. What's your name?"
"Kite Shacklet," he replied in a light voice.
"Ha, that's a mouthful almost. You can call me Hawk Eye."
Kite offered his hand as the two shook, "Mind if I ask what are you doing here on this sand ball of a planet?"
"Tatooine?" Hawk questioned for a moment, "Haha, I'm a pilot. Just wandering around the galaxy I suppose. Nothing better for this old man to do. You're a young kid, what are you doing in a place like this?"
Kite was quiet for a moment, "I don't know. Searching for some Jedi. I have some news to deliver for them."
"Ah, very good my young friend. Well check the viewing screen out. There goes our suppose Jedi."
Kite turned his head to see the swooper speed out of the gate and dodge the debris with ease, as his time seemed to creep slowly. His time was twice as fast and broke the old track record, "He's amazing I got to meet him."
Hawk laughed lightly, "I don't know, this kid has a sharp attitude on him. You may not enjoy it."
"Come on, I know you can help me. It's a challenge for you."
"Well, I suppose I can. Come on, he needs to actually park that swooper he has. Lets catch him in the hanger," Hawk grabbed his drink and gulped it down in one chuck. He grabbed Kite by the hand and they slipped out the way he saw the young swoop racer and the old man go. The sands of Tatooine were blowing hard and it stung against Kite's face. He did his best to shield himself with his one hand, but Hawk was pulling him fast across the small outpost to the hanger for the swoopers. Kite could hear the buzzing of the engines as he neared the door. There were no guards as they stepped through and Kite found himself in front of the sleek machine, "Oh wow look at this swooper, its got to be the fastest one I ever seen."
"Hey, no touching," Someone said from behind.
"Oh, don't get your goggles in a twist. The kid is just admiring it," Hawk said as he stood by Kite.
"I never authorized you two to be in here, what do you want?"
Kite straightened up, "Oh. . .I just saw you on the view screen and I couldn't believe how fast you went."
The swooper smiled lightly as he walked over, "Glad someone likes it and doesn't accuse me of cheating. The names Suhlak, who are you two?"
"Oh the names Kite and this is Hawk."
Suhlak lifted an eyebrow to the two, "A kid and an old man. Related?"
Hawk chuckled to himself, "Oh, no. I'm single. This little guy was wondering about you. He thinks you're a Jedi."
Kite saw Suhlak expression was caught off guard with that though he recovered quickly enough so that Hawk didn't notice, "I'm no Jedi. I'm just a kid with luck."
Kite nodded with disappointment before his head turned to the door, "Do you sense that?"
Suhlak lifted his head looking to the door, "Hmm, that creep is coming. Wait how did you know that?"
Kite shrugged, "I don't know. Just a hunch."
"I don't sense anything except the sand blowing up my-" Suhlak pushed Hawk lightly before he finished. He gestured for Kite to come over. "You two, stay behind the swooper. This guy isn't a push over."
Kite grabbed a hold of Suhlak glove, "Hey, what about you? You're not really armed with anything."
Suhlak pulled out of his grip, "Don't worry about it. I can take care of it myself without a problem."
He moved away from the back and walked back up to the front of the swooper whipping his hands against his pants as if he just walked out from the cockpit. Kite and Hawk watched from under the engines as the old man and the old race champion walked up.
"There he is. The boy from the cantina. He cheated me out of my credits."
Suhlak smirked, "I cheated you. I believe you have it backwards. You cheated me, where are my credits? I won fair and square. How could I possibly cheated?"
Both men were struck from words. The racer shrugged and the old man snarled under his breath. Kite could see his hand move for his belt, making an attempt for his blaster. Hawk saw this as well and reached down for his blaster just in case. Kite had no weapons to defend himself and he just watched as everything unfolded in slow motion.
Suhlak was standing perfectly still when all of a sudden his body went moving backwards away from the man with an incredible amount of speed. He moved back quick enough to avoid the first blaster fire. Though as Kite watched something was wrong with Suhlak. He moved fast enough, but he seemed to loose it. As he made an attempt to leap away from the next fire blast his power was gone and he was unable to move away fast enough. The blast hit him in the shoulder. Suhlak was thrown across the ground from the impact. The man cried out in glory, but his shouts of joy was replaced with the cry of pain. Hawk was quick in drawing out his blasters getting a clean shot. The old race champion made a run for the door. Hawk winked to Kite as he stood up, "Perfect shot my friend. Go help the uptight swoop racer."
Kite pushed himself up from the sands and went over to Suhlak, "Suhlak, you ok?"
"Hardly. . .would you be ok if I shot you?"
Kite smirked lightly as he rubbed his head, "I suppose not. Here give me your hand and I'll help you up."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," A voice hissed from behind.
Kite slowly turned his head seeing the old man up again. The smoke from the blaster shot wound was still visible as he held his blaster to Hawks face. Suhlak looked up to see what was going up, supporting himself with his uninjured arm, "Leave them out of this you old fool."
"Oh, no. They are quiet involved now."
Suhlak narrowed his eyes some while Kite stood helpless. Suhlak glanced around the hanger some as he formed a plan, "Kite," he whispered softly, "There is a sword to your left to defend yourself. On my count go for the sword and I'll take care of the old man and Hawk. Just trust me on this"
To be continued. . .