***Edited 02/06/2004***
Disclaimer: I own the characters. I own the plot. Lucas owns the Galaxy
Summary: One thousand years before the Empire was even imagined, the Sith were running rampant, trying to take over the entire galaxy. They might have succeeded, if it weren't for one hotheaded Padawan.
/bla/ = italics
~*~*~
Del Myriad, episode I: The Sith wars.
Chapter 6 : Corellia
The Corellian people were known throughout the Galaxy for their skill in building spaceships, from small one-person cruisers to immense battleships capable of carrying thousands of troops. The latter were quickly snatched up by both sides of the conflict raging in the Galaxy, and it was because of this that the Sith wanted to gain control of the Corellian sector. The Republicans knew that if the Sith controlled the star Corel and the five planets in its orbit, they, the Sith, would win the war and the fledgling republic would be destroyed. They were therefore trying their best to convince the Diktat, which held court on the sector's largest planet, Corellia, that the Sith would bring darkness to the entire Galaxy , but the government maintained it could remain neutral and continue to cater to both sides without being drawn into the conflict.
The Jedi contingent on Corellia did their best to help the Republicans, but there was only so much they could do. For every step forward the Republicans took, the Sith seemed to take ten. To the Jedi, it was obvious the Sith were planning an attack on the sector, but with the government turning a blind eye, their hands were tied. They were here as observers, guests of the Diktat. Were the Jedi to take affirmative action, their host had every right to kick them out of the system, so they sat and bided their time, knowing full well that Corellia didn't stand a chance without them should the Sith launch an attack. Not should, /when/ the Sith launched their attack.
~*~*~
The Corellian Security Force, or CorSec, headquarters were in a vast building in the heart of Corellia's capital city, Coronet. Over the past few months, the swirling gray cloak and long strides of Jedi Master Celia Tanbauer had become a familiar sight in its labyrinth-like halls. Her presence, viewed with suspicion at first, was now tolerated there, despite her being a Jedi. After all, Jedi or not, she was still Corellian and besides, CorSec's security chief Han Tanbaurer was her uncle. She was in his office when the call came in.
"But Uncle Han, are you sure you can't do anything?"
"Listen, Celia, you're my favorite niece, but what can I say? My hands are tied just like yours."
"But the Sith-"
"I /know/ the Sith are coming, I know what this means for Corellia, but as long as the Diktat remains deaf and blind, I can't do anything."
"You can still keep an eye out, be prepared for when they come."
"And I'm doing the best I can without raising suspicions."
It was then that Celia's communicator buzzed. She opened it and a holographic miniature of Kor-Ben Tai appeared. It was hard to tell who was more surprised, Celia or Kor-Ben.
"Celia! You're the one in charge of the Corellian Contingent?" Kor-Ben obviously wasn't expecting to see the beautiful Jedi.
"Hello Kor-Ben, it's been a while." Celia said coolly.
"Not since the Yavin incident what, ten years ago?" Kor-Ben acted like he hadn't noticed Celia's decided lack of enthusiasm at seeing him.
"Something like that. So, why are you calling me?"
"Well, as I'm sure you've heard from the Council-"
"The Council? I haven't heard from them in months!"
"You haven't?" Celia shook her head. "You haven't heard anything about Del? They said they'd contact you."
"What's happened with Del? How is she?" Celia remembered the young Padawan fondly, having worked with her here and there over the years in the fight against the Sith. Without Kor-Ben of course.
"I was hoping you could tell me. Del's left the Order."
"What! Why? She was our best Sith fighter! By the Force, we could sure use her here."
"That's what the council told me they'd contact you about. She just might be there. The Council reprimanded her for her methods, you know, branding her kills and all. Anyway, she reacted by storming out of the Temple saying she'd fight the Sith on her own. At last word, she appears to be aboard a Corellian freighter called the Centennial Eagle."
Up until then, Han Tanbaurer had been simply observing the conversation between the two Jedi, but at the mention of the ship, he stiffened.
"Nash Solo."
"Who?" Kor-Ben asked. Celia on the other hand took a sharp intake of breath before catching herself and making sure the men hadn't noticed.
"Nash Solo, owner and pilot of the Centennial Eagle. I've been trying to catch him for years. Everyone knows he smuggles contraband anything, weapons, spice, you name it. The problem is, no one can prove it."
"So you know this ship?" It was Kor-Ben that spoke once again, or rather his holographic projection.
"Yep."
"Well, it seems he's carrying a rogue Jedi. Master Celia here can testify that there is nothing more dangerous than a Jedi outside the Order. Is there any way you can watch for his ship? We think he's going to Corellia with Del Myriad, that's the rogue Jedi, and we'd like to get a hold of her, bring her back into the fold."
"CorSec has the most advanced space traffic identification technology in the Galaxy, of course I'll be able to watch for his ship. Besides, I'm always watching for him, and thanks to you, it looks like I might actually be able to charge him with something."
Celia was worrying about Del though. Even if she didn't get along with the Master, the Padawan was almost like a daughter to her. Anything to take her mind off Nash.
"What about Del? What makes you so sure she'll be with him?"
"The thing she said about fighting the Sith on her own. Before leaving the Order, she had been planning a hunting trip to Corellia. I think her original plan was to contact the contingent there, but if she was serious about leaving the Order, she might not. She may still contact the Republicans though, so you might want to keep in touch with them."
"I know how to run my operation, Kor-Ben Tai." Celia said pointedly, then coming back to the subject at hand: "How long ago did she leave Coruscant?"
"Yesterday afternoon, so about 15 hours."
"So she'd be arriving any time now, if she hasn't already."
She turned to her uncle, who reached for a desktop microphone that was attached to a small speaker.
"I'm on it." He pressed a button in the stand and a crackle of static came from the speaker. "Space Traffic Control? This is the Chief, over."
"This is Space Traffic Control, go ahead, chief."
"I have just received information from a very reliable source that the Centennial Eagle may be entering the system soon, if it hasn't already. Can you verify?"
"Just a sec, let me check... Nope, I don't have it on the scopes. It's on our alert list, so it'd show up if it were in the system."
"Roger. Let me know if it shows up, and track it to it's landing point."
"Will do. Over and out."
Tanbauer replaced the microphone.
"We'll know the minute he enters the system."
"Thanks. Oh, and by the way, Celia, is there room for one more at the Contingent's quarters?"
"One more? You're not coming here are you?"
"Del is my Padawan and therefore my responsibility. I plan on being there when she is brought back into the Order."
He cut the communication from his side and the holographic projection fizzled out. Celia snapped her communicator shut.
"Great. Just great."
~*~*~
The Sellonians were probably the oldest cognitive species native to Corellia. They were a burrowing creature, preferring to live in extensive underground warrens rather than on the surface. As the younger, surface- dwelling species, human and Drall alike, began to grow in numbers, the Sellonians retreated deeper and deeper into their warrens, leaving empty the caves and tunnels that were closer to the surface. Most of these abandoned warrens had entrances that were hidden away in the remote mountain ranges that made up the backbone of the Corellian continents.
Over the past few hundred years, these warrens had been rediscovered by smugglers and various other lowlifes seeking to live outside the law. They provided ideal places to hide contraband, illegal imports and such. More recently though, they had become a hiding place for an unofficial army. They called themselves the Corellian Republican Army.
The CRA attracted members from all walks of life, but they all had one thing in common: they were disgusted by their government's shortsightedness. Unlike the Diktat, they knew Corellia could not remain neutral in the war raging in the Galaxy. They knew their fatherland would be eventually drawn in. They saw that it would be impossible to remain independent, and when given a choice between the Sith and the Republic, they chose the Republic. There was no way they would allow the horror stories they had heard from sectors overrun by the Sith to happen, not on their watch, not on their planet. And so they watched and waited for the inevitable arrival and attack of the Sith, and in the meantime trained hard and long to be ready for that day.
Some CRA members were also CorSec officers by day, having joined because they felt they were unable to fulfill their duty to protect and to serve the Corellian people while remaining within the CorSec mandate set down by the Diktat. With their inside help, the CRA had been able to link into CorSec's security system, which incorporated planetary security, space traffic control, and various communications channels. Thanks to this, they were able to see and hear everything Corsec did. Though technically on the same side, CorSec had other things to worry about than the Sith attacking. Besides, the Mandate forbade it. The CRA's link into CorSec's security system allowed them to use it to their purpose. Somebody had to keep an eye out for the Sith.
~*~*~
The CRA's headquarters were in a large chamber, a cave, really, that was deep in a hidden mountainside. It was filled with various electronic equipment, screens, keypads, speakers and wires all over the place, with people at every station, observing, viewing, listening in, taking notes. This was their eye into CorSec. One of the stations was assigned exclusively to listening in on all communications at space traffic control. Whoever was on duty there was under orders to report anything suspicious they might hear.
"Captain? I think I have something."
"Yes, what is it, private?"
"Chief Tanbauer himself just told STC to watch for a ship called the Centennial Eagle."
"The Centennial Eagle? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, sir. He said he had it from a very good source that it would be entering the system very soon , and to inform him when it does."
"That is suspicious. I'll take it up with the General. Thank you, Private."
This was suspicious news indeed. Why would the Chief of CorSec himself put out a watch and track alert on a particular ship. And why did the name Centennial Eagle sound so familiar? The Captain informed General Bel Iblis of this development and at the mention of the ship's name, he not only recognized it, but knew where he had heard it from.
"The Centennial Eagle! Piloted and owned by Nash Solo. No wonder the Chief put out the call personally."
"Nash Solo? Isn't he that guy that Chief Tanbauer's been trying to pin a crime on for years? I remember he almost caught him once early in his career, when my brother lost his ship to him playing sabacc."
"Precisely, Calrissian. Solo is an expert at making sure any charges against him don't stick, and Tanbauer has made it his career goal to make at least one charge stick, preferably one that will send him to jail for a long, long time."
"Right, but I've sure I've heard the name of the ship somewhere before, without the pilot's name attached."
"Are you sure it's not your brother's ship?"
"No, his ship was called Betty. It was a YT-100 freighter from the Corellian Engineering Corporation"
"So's the Eagle. Well anyway, let me see..." The Major began looking through the papers spread on his desk. "Ah! Here it is!" He waved a small memo. "Two weeks ago, the Centennial Eagle was spotted going into the place where we suspect the Sith have set up their headquarters, just beyond the Phatari asteroid belt. Solo's a smuggler, isn't he?"
"Contraband dealer, yeah."
"Two days previous to the Centennial Eagle being spotted there, Nash Solo was seen acquiring a load of blaster rifles from the Jawas on Tatooine."
"You're saying he's selling weapons to the Sith?"
"I wouldn't put it past him."
"So what do we do?"
"Just what the Chief said. Watch for it, and track it when it gets into the system. Only we've got to get to it before CorSec does. If Solo's been gun- running, he may still have some on board, and we need the weapons more than CorSec does."
~*~*~
Of course, no one took into consideration how the mind of a Corellian contraband dealer works. It never occurred to anyone that said contraband dealer would have found a way around the Galaxy's most advanced Space traffic ID technology.
~*~*~
Happy New Year All!!! Things are caught up to where they were ion the old Island of lost wizards. I hope I get all the people back that were reading it. Anyway, this is going up Thursday night, because I won't have time tomorrow.
We didn't do the countdown to midnight last night (New Years Eve), because we had to be up early this morning, leaving at 8 to get to Quebec City for the noon showing of The Return of the King IN ENGLISH!!! The noon phone-in show on CBC Radio Tuesday before Christmas was about what we thought the best movie of the year was, and they were going to have a draw at the end of pairs of tickets to various movies, and Return of the King was one of them. I called to nominate The Last Samurai, but I mentioned that I called hoping to get the ROTK tickets because there are no English theaters where I live, and the host said he'd made an executive decision that I was the winner of the ROTK tickets!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!! They came in on the 31st in the afternoon, so we went down to Quebec City on the 1st (today) to see it. (we just got back as I'm writing this) I saw the premiere here, as you would know if you read the note on chapter 4, but it was the French voice- over version. It is WAY better in the original language.
Notes: The Republicans do not refer in any way shape or form to the American political party of the same name. They are somewhat based on the Rebels from Star Wars episodes 4-6, but they aren't really rebels so I couldn't call them that. I called them Republicans because they are supporters of the Republic.
According to the starwars.com databank, the Corellian Sector contains 5 inhabited planets that orbit the star Corel. The main planet is called Corellia, their government is called the Diktat, the capital city, which is on Corellia, is called Coronet and their security force is called CorSec. There are 3 species native to the sector, Humans, Drall and Sellonians, who are a burrowing creature that left empty burrows near the surface. IT would make sense that smugglers would use them.
The name for the CRA is inspired by the IRA, the Irish Republican Army, and their ideals are somewhat similar. They fight for the freedom of their country. The only difference is that Corellia is not yet occupied. Just to note, the Republicans mentioned at the beginning of the chapter are more of a political delegation sent from Coruscant, while the CRA is more of a grassroots movement. I guess they are closer to the military wing of the Rebels in SW ep.4,5,6.
***Added 02/06/2004*** At first all the CRA people were just going to have ranks, but then things got too confusing later to write by the time I got to chapter 9-10, so I went back and gave important CRA members names. Having some of my characters be ancestors to real Star Wars characters was fun with Nash (and 3 others that appear in chapter 8) so I decided to keep in the same vein.
Captain Calrissian: Lando Calrissian's ancestor. Lando is an old friend of Han Solo's, and original owner of the Millennium Falcon. He lost the ship to Han Solo in a heated game of sabacc.
General Bel Iblis: According to the StarWars.com database, one of the original founders of the Rebellion along with Mon Mothma and Bail Organa was a Corellian named Garm Bel Iblis
YT-100 freighter: The Millennium Falcon is a YT-1300 freighter made by the Corellian Engineering Corporation. There is another smuggler ship called the Outrider that is a YT-2400, and since this is in the past, I gave the freighter a smaller series number.
Review responses: I actually got reviewed! Thank you, divad relffehs!!! I know there are certain things that can be done without a wand, but Del needs it, and the key, and the pendant for the sequel.
Next chapter: Homecoming
Disclaimer: I own the characters. I own the plot. Lucas owns the Galaxy
Summary: One thousand years before the Empire was even imagined, the Sith were running rampant, trying to take over the entire galaxy. They might have succeeded, if it weren't for one hotheaded Padawan.
/bla/ = italics
~*~*~
Del Myriad, episode I: The Sith wars.
Chapter 6 : Corellia
The Corellian people were known throughout the Galaxy for their skill in building spaceships, from small one-person cruisers to immense battleships capable of carrying thousands of troops. The latter were quickly snatched up by both sides of the conflict raging in the Galaxy, and it was because of this that the Sith wanted to gain control of the Corellian sector. The Republicans knew that if the Sith controlled the star Corel and the five planets in its orbit, they, the Sith, would win the war and the fledgling republic would be destroyed. They were therefore trying their best to convince the Diktat, which held court on the sector's largest planet, Corellia, that the Sith would bring darkness to the entire Galaxy , but the government maintained it could remain neutral and continue to cater to both sides without being drawn into the conflict.
The Jedi contingent on Corellia did their best to help the Republicans, but there was only so much they could do. For every step forward the Republicans took, the Sith seemed to take ten. To the Jedi, it was obvious the Sith were planning an attack on the sector, but with the government turning a blind eye, their hands were tied. They were here as observers, guests of the Diktat. Were the Jedi to take affirmative action, their host had every right to kick them out of the system, so they sat and bided their time, knowing full well that Corellia didn't stand a chance without them should the Sith launch an attack. Not should, /when/ the Sith launched their attack.
~*~*~
The Corellian Security Force, or CorSec, headquarters were in a vast building in the heart of Corellia's capital city, Coronet. Over the past few months, the swirling gray cloak and long strides of Jedi Master Celia Tanbauer had become a familiar sight in its labyrinth-like halls. Her presence, viewed with suspicion at first, was now tolerated there, despite her being a Jedi. After all, Jedi or not, she was still Corellian and besides, CorSec's security chief Han Tanbaurer was her uncle. She was in his office when the call came in.
"But Uncle Han, are you sure you can't do anything?"
"Listen, Celia, you're my favorite niece, but what can I say? My hands are tied just like yours."
"But the Sith-"
"I /know/ the Sith are coming, I know what this means for Corellia, but as long as the Diktat remains deaf and blind, I can't do anything."
"You can still keep an eye out, be prepared for when they come."
"And I'm doing the best I can without raising suspicions."
It was then that Celia's communicator buzzed. She opened it and a holographic miniature of Kor-Ben Tai appeared. It was hard to tell who was more surprised, Celia or Kor-Ben.
"Celia! You're the one in charge of the Corellian Contingent?" Kor-Ben obviously wasn't expecting to see the beautiful Jedi.
"Hello Kor-Ben, it's been a while." Celia said coolly.
"Not since the Yavin incident what, ten years ago?" Kor-Ben acted like he hadn't noticed Celia's decided lack of enthusiasm at seeing him.
"Something like that. So, why are you calling me?"
"Well, as I'm sure you've heard from the Council-"
"The Council? I haven't heard from them in months!"
"You haven't?" Celia shook her head. "You haven't heard anything about Del? They said they'd contact you."
"What's happened with Del? How is she?" Celia remembered the young Padawan fondly, having worked with her here and there over the years in the fight against the Sith. Without Kor-Ben of course.
"I was hoping you could tell me. Del's left the Order."
"What! Why? She was our best Sith fighter! By the Force, we could sure use her here."
"That's what the council told me they'd contact you about. She just might be there. The Council reprimanded her for her methods, you know, branding her kills and all. Anyway, she reacted by storming out of the Temple saying she'd fight the Sith on her own. At last word, she appears to be aboard a Corellian freighter called the Centennial Eagle."
Up until then, Han Tanbaurer had been simply observing the conversation between the two Jedi, but at the mention of the ship, he stiffened.
"Nash Solo."
"Who?" Kor-Ben asked. Celia on the other hand took a sharp intake of breath before catching herself and making sure the men hadn't noticed.
"Nash Solo, owner and pilot of the Centennial Eagle. I've been trying to catch him for years. Everyone knows he smuggles contraband anything, weapons, spice, you name it. The problem is, no one can prove it."
"So you know this ship?" It was Kor-Ben that spoke once again, or rather his holographic projection.
"Yep."
"Well, it seems he's carrying a rogue Jedi. Master Celia here can testify that there is nothing more dangerous than a Jedi outside the Order. Is there any way you can watch for his ship? We think he's going to Corellia with Del Myriad, that's the rogue Jedi, and we'd like to get a hold of her, bring her back into the fold."
"CorSec has the most advanced space traffic identification technology in the Galaxy, of course I'll be able to watch for his ship. Besides, I'm always watching for him, and thanks to you, it looks like I might actually be able to charge him with something."
Celia was worrying about Del though. Even if she didn't get along with the Master, the Padawan was almost like a daughter to her. Anything to take her mind off Nash.
"What about Del? What makes you so sure she'll be with him?"
"The thing she said about fighting the Sith on her own. Before leaving the Order, she had been planning a hunting trip to Corellia. I think her original plan was to contact the contingent there, but if she was serious about leaving the Order, she might not. She may still contact the Republicans though, so you might want to keep in touch with them."
"I know how to run my operation, Kor-Ben Tai." Celia said pointedly, then coming back to the subject at hand: "How long ago did she leave Coruscant?"
"Yesterday afternoon, so about 15 hours."
"So she'd be arriving any time now, if she hasn't already."
She turned to her uncle, who reached for a desktop microphone that was attached to a small speaker.
"I'm on it." He pressed a button in the stand and a crackle of static came from the speaker. "Space Traffic Control? This is the Chief, over."
"This is Space Traffic Control, go ahead, chief."
"I have just received information from a very reliable source that the Centennial Eagle may be entering the system soon, if it hasn't already. Can you verify?"
"Just a sec, let me check... Nope, I don't have it on the scopes. It's on our alert list, so it'd show up if it were in the system."
"Roger. Let me know if it shows up, and track it to it's landing point."
"Will do. Over and out."
Tanbauer replaced the microphone.
"We'll know the minute he enters the system."
"Thanks. Oh, and by the way, Celia, is there room for one more at the Contingent's quarters?"
"One more? You're not coming here are you?"
"Del is my Padawan and therefore my responsibility. I plan on being there when she is brought back into the Order."
He cut the communication from his side and the holographic projection fizzled out. Celia snapped her communicator shut.
"Great. Just great."
~*~*~
The Sellonians were probably the oldest cognitive species native to Corellia. They were a burrowing creature, preferring to live in extensive underground warrens rather than on the surface. As the younger, surface- dwelling species, human and Drall alike, began to grow in numbers, the Sellonians retreated deeper and deeper into their warrens, leaving empty the caves and tunnels that were closer to the surface. Most of these abandoned warrens had entrances that were hidden away in the remote mountain ranges that made up the backbone of the Corellian continents.
Over the past few hundred years, these warrens had been rediscovered by smugglers and various other lowlifes seeking to live outside the law. They provided ideal places to hide contraband, illegal imports and such. More recently though, they had become a hiding place for an unofficial army. They called themselves the Corellian Republican Army.
The CRA attracted members from all walks of life, but they all had one thing in common: they were disgusted by their government's shortsightedness. Unlike the Diktat, they knew Corellia could not remain neutral in the war raging in the Galaxy. They knew their fatherland would be eventually drawn in. They saw that it would be impossible to remain independent, and when given a choice between the Sith and the Republic, they chose the Republic. There was no way they would allow the horror stories they had heard from sectors overrun by the Sith to happen, not on their watch, not on their planet. And so they watched and waited for the inevitable arrival and attack of the Sith, and in the meantime trained hard and long to be ready for that day.
Some CRA members were also CorSec officers by day, having joined because they felt they were unable to fulfill their duty to protect and to serve the Corellian people while remaining within the CorSec mandate set down by the Diktat. With their inside help, the CRA had been able to link into CorSec's security system, which incorporated planetary security, space traffic control, and various communications channels. Thanks to this, they were able to see and hear everything Corsec did. Though technically on the same side, CorSec had other things to worry about than the Sith attacking. Besides, the Mandate forbade it. The CRA's link into CorSec's security system allowed them to use it to their purpose. Somebody had to keep an eye out for the Sith.
~*~*~
The CRA's headquarters were in a large chamber, a cave, really, that was deep in a hidden mountainside. It was filled with various electronic equipment, screens, keypads, speakers and wires all over the place, with people at every station, observing, viewing, listening in, taking notes. This was their eye into CorSec. One of the stations was assigned exclusively to listening in on all communications at space traffic control. Whoever was on duty there was under orders to report anything suspicious they might hear.
"Captain? I think I have something."
"Yes, what is it, private?"
"Chief Tanbauer himself just told STC to watch for a ship called the Centennial Eagle."
"The Centennial Eagle? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, sir. He said he had it from a very good source that it would be entering the system very soon , and to inform him when it does."
"That is suspicious. I'll take it up with the General. Thank you, Private."
This was suspicious news indeed. Why would the Chief of CorSec himself put out a watch and track alert on a particular ship. And why did the name Centennial Eagle sound so familiar? The Captain informed General Bel Iblis of this development and at the mention of the ship's name, he not only recognized it, but knew where he had heard it from.
"The Centennial Eagle! Piloted and owned by Nash Solo. No wonder the Chief put out the call personally."
"Nash Solo? Isn't he that guy that Chief Tanbauer's been trying to pin a crime on for years? I remember he almost caught him once early in his career, when my brother lost his ship to him playing sabacc."
"Precisely, Calrissian. Solo is an expert at making sure any charges against him don't stick, and Tanbauer has made it his career goal to make at least one charge stick, preferably one that will send him to jail for a long, long time."
"Right, but I've sure I've heard the name of the ship somewhere before, without the pilot's name attached."
"Are you sure it's not your brother's ship?"
"No, his ship was called Betty. It was a YT-100 freighter from the Corellian Engineering Corporation"
"So's the Eagle. Well anyway, let me see..." The Major began looking through the papers spread on his desk. "Ah! Here it is!" He waved a small memo. "Two weeks ago, the Centennial Eagle was spotted going into the place where we suspect the Sith have set up their headquarters, just beyond the Phatari asteroid belt. Solo's a smuggler, isn't he?"
"Contraband dealer, yeah."
"Two days previous to the Centennial Eagle being spotted there, Nash Solo was seen acquiring a load of blaster rifles from the Jawas on Tatooine."
"You're saying he's selling weapons to the Sith?"
"I wouldn't put it past him."
"So what do we do?"
"Just what the Chief said. Watch for it, and track it when it gets into the system. Only we've got to get to it before CorSec does. If Solo's been gun- running, he may still have some on board, and we need the weapons more than CorSec does."
~*~*~
Of course, no one took into consideration how the mind of a Corellian contraband dealer works. It never occurred to anyone that said contraband dealer would have found a way around the Galaxy's most advanced Space traffic ID technology.
~*~*~
Happy New Year All!!! Things are caught up to where they were ion the old Island of lost wizards. I hope I get all the people back that were reading it. Anyway, this is going up Thursday night, because I won't have time tomorrow.
We didn't do the countdown to midnight last night (New Years Eve), because we had to be up early this morning, leaving at 8 to get to Quebec City for the noon showing of The Return of the King IN ENGLISH!!! The noon phone-in show on CBC Radio Tuesday before Christmas was about what we thought the best movie of the year was, and they were going to have a draw at the end of pairs of tickets to various movies, and Return of the King was one of them. I called to nominate The Last Samurai, but I mentioned that I called hoping to get the ROTK tickets because there are no English theaters where I live, and the host said he'd made an executive decision that I was the winner of the ROTK tickets!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!! They came in on the 31st in the afternoon, so we went down to Quebec City on the 1st (today) to see it. (we just got back as I'm writing this) I saw the premiere here, as you would know if you read the note on chapter 4, but it was the French voice- over version. It is WAY better in the original language.
Notes: The Republicans do not refer in any way shape or form to the American political party of the same name. They are somewhat based on the Rebels from Star Wars episodes 4-6, but they aren't really rebels so I couldn't call them that. I called them Republicans because they are supporters of the Republic.
According to the starwars.com databank, the Corellian Sector contains 5 inhabited planets that orbit the star Corel. The main planet is called Corellia, their government is called the Diktat, the capital city, which is on Corellia, is called Coronet and their security force is called CorSec. There are 3 species native to the sector, Humans, Drall and Sellonians, who are a burrowing creature that left empty burrows near the surface. IT would make sense that smugglers would use them.
The name for the CRA is inspired by the IRA, the Irish Republican Army, and their ideals are somewhat similar. They fight for the freedom of their country. The only difference is that Corellia is not yet occupied. Just to note, the Republicans mentioned at the beginning of the chapter are more of a political delegation sent from Coruscant, while the CRA is more of a grassroots movement. I guess they are closer to the military wing of the Rebels in SW ep.4,5,6.
***Added 02/06/2004*** At first all the CRA people were just going to have ranks, but then things got too confusing later to write by the time I got to chapter 9-10, so I went back and gave important CRA members names. Having some of my characters be ancestors to real Star Wars characters was fun with Nash (and 3 others that appear in chapter 8) so I decided to keep in the same vein.
Captain Calrissian: Lando Calrissian's ancestor. Lando is an old friend of Han Solo's, and original owner of the Millennium Falcon. He lost the ship to Han Solo in a heated game of sabacc.
General Bel Iblis: According to the StarWars.com database, one of the original founders of the Rebellion along with Mon Mothma and Bail Organa was a Corellian named Garm Bel Iblis
YT-100 freighter: The Millennium Falcon is a YT-1300 freighter made by the Corellian Engineering Corporation. There is another smuggler ship called the Outrider that is a YT-2400, and since this is in the past, I gave the freighter a smaller series number.
Review responses: I actually got reviewed! Thank you, divad relffehs!!! I know there are certain things that can be done without a wand, but Del needs it, and the key, and the pendant for the sequel.
Next chapter: Homecoming
