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Thank you all! I love my readers! (I love them more when they review. And did I mention when I love you more, I update faster? *hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink*) Ok, here's the scoop. School has officially started. Good news and bad news. I'll start with the bad news because the bad news is more pressing. I'm gonna have homework and stuff. Get me off my.butt. But homework, as all students know, eats time like no other. So you must be patient with me. I promise that I will update as fast as I can. It might not be fast because then I might not produce a pleasing story and we all know how bad that would be. Ok! Good news! Second semester I'm taking a creative writing class! That mean's your truly will become, dare I say it, better! I'm so excited! In the mean time I get to play with clay and shape metal! Bat rings.. Eh? Nothing. Ok, I have a plot! Exciting and long! Complex and witty (I hope)! Read on! (please.)
Chapter 21
The sun rose over the horizon on the planet Harkron, spilling dappled light through the canopy of a lush forest. A solitary sunbeam danced straight through the entrance of a cozy den nestled in the underbrush and lighted on the eyelids of a small furry creature. The creature's large eyes fluttered open, and it stretched its front paws and wiggled its four furry toes. To complete the morning preparation for the day, it opened its narrow snout in a big yawn, wiggled its little pink nose then perked up its big soft ears. There, now it was ready for the day. The creature, who happened to be a cheeb, and who happened to be named Blic (a noise which would sound almost indistinguishable from the other chirps and coos which made up the cheeb's primitive language to a humans wimpy ears) sauntered out of his family's den to join the rest of his clan for a nice breakfast of flowers and tender leaves.
The moment he stepped outside, Blic was instantly set upon by two fuzzy cannonballs. After the initial confusion of being knocked head over paws into a furry heap, Blic cheeped in delight at his two friends Kie and Beek and enthusiastically joined in their playful wrestling. They ran and rolled and tackled each other, playing hide and ambush behind tufts of grass and bushes, making as much noise as they pleased for by some spectacular stroke of luck the cheebs had no natural predators save the natives of the planet, and the natives had always held the cheebs as sacred. So the three little cheeblings had grown with no fear of their surroundings, and the whole herbivorous species had lived for generations in unbroken peaceful harmony. The young cheebs' game was interrupted by the high-pitched call of Blic's mother, and they scampered back to the center of the sunny meadow where the dens were gathered in a rough circle. Blic's mother always ensured that he got his morning's bath and he was forced to cheep goodbye to his two friends as their own mothers called them for their baths. Blic bounded over to his mum and nuzzled her affectionately as she promptly started grooming his silky fur with a soft pink tongue. After he was done he grabbed a mouthful of clover then hopped up onto a tuft of grass to scout out potential playmates. Kie and Beek weren't done with their baths yet; they had to wait in line because they had young siblings. Some of Blic's brothers and sisters were around, but they were all much older than him. They wouldn't want to play for they were too concerned with more mature matters (making themselves as cute as possible, cheeping with friends, and flirting with other cheebs.) Blic's ears drooped with loneliness, but his spirits couldn't stay dampened for long. His bright eyes spotted a butterfly and he bounded off his perch to go play with that. The adorable creature frolicked through the grass, full of young lively energy, chasing the elusive butterfly until it finally fluttered out of reach. Game over. Blic yawned and looked around. He was in the green sunlight of the forest, and a good distance away from the family burrows. No matter, he was not concerned. He sat peacefully for a moment, loving life, gazing up at the beauty of the sun through the leaves, breathing the fresh air, listening to the melodious songs of...the birds? It didn't even occur to the young innocent creature to take warning from the absence of birdsong, so it was a complete shock to him when the net was thrown over his eyes.
Kruug Y'Jaagorg's sunken eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he twisted the net painfully tight around the struggling creature, and his thin pale lips reveled yellow crooked teeth as he grinned at its pained squeals. A shockingly rich and beautiful voice flowed out of the cadaverous face as he taunted: "Hello little one, lets see what the future says in your entrails!"
Joad admired herself in the mirror. A deadly red and black armored figure looked back. She grinned most evilly under her helmet, and replica of her father's except for the color and of course some modifications to fit her female physiology. Red and black had been her choice. They looked.sinister. More threatening. Her helmet was connected to slave one, directly connected with her father with the latest communication technology. He was away right now, back into the hunt. Joad picked up her T-07 blaster, the latest and best blaster available, and it hadn't even hit the legal markets yet.
Now all she needed was a ship.
How she wanted Slave I. But it was her father's ship. She would inherit it when he died. But until then, it was his. Sure, she could borrow it, fly it, but it wasn't hers. Oh well, she was suited and ready to go. Now all that was needed was a hunt. That was why her father was away. Finding a beginner's hunt for her, not too easy, but not too seriously deadly either.
The roar of Slave I returning sounded dully through the walls of their quarters that Joad and Boba shared. Joad's stomach lurched, but her face under the helmet stayed neutral, like she had been trained. She began to ruin over the defensive and attacking maneuvers in her mind, but stopped when she realized it wouldn't help her. She would panic, her father had told her, and do what ever came first. Possibly she would be able to control it, to get her merchandise without panic, but he doubted it. For a while, there was always panic, at least for the species that could feel it. It would go away with time. And experience. She wondered briefly if Boba would cry if she died.
The door slide open and her father walked in, his helmet tuck beneath one arm. His face was neutral, like hers as she slid off her helmet. There were few smiles in the Fett household, but they were warm smiles, and loving.
Her explained the hunt to her, as much as she needed to know now. The rest she could learn on the ship.
I mean, he thought, how hard could capturing an engineer be?
Luke turned off the holographic communications device. Another plea for help, and Luke gave help whenever he could. He smiled as he called Jacen and Jania, now both sixteen, to him using the Force. They would take care of this one. I mean, he thought, how hard could protecting an engineer be?
Skont Yvosk turned off the holographic communicator with Luke Skywalker. He didn't think the Jedi took his plea too seriously. But Skont had heard a rumor of a rumor that an evil mastermind was looking for the most brilliant engineers to build him a super fortress weapon thing. Unfortunately for him, Skont, a skaj, was considered one of the finest. He just hoped that the Jedi sent some apt Jedi to protect him, but any Jedi would do. The bounty hunters these days, though getting better equipment, were slowly getting sloppy without lack of real competition between them. That sloppyness just might save the small rat-like engineering genius.
Sorry it took so long. Just starting school, you know. Hope you like. And yes, it will make sense. I'd like to thank my sister for writing the Harkron scene. *Capslock's lips curl into a malicious smile and says, "Isn't it just absolutely horrid?"* I love reviews. Please review. Well- rounded criticism is encouraged. If you see a problem, point it out please. I'll take note and see if I agree with you.
Thank you all! I love my readers! (I love them more when they review. And did I mention when I love you more, I update faster? *hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink*) Ok, here's the scoop. School has officially started. Good news and bad news. I'll start with the bad news because the bad news is more pressing. I'm gonna have homework and stuff. Get me off my.butt. But homework, as all students know, eats time like no other. So you must be patient with me. I promise that I will update as fast as I can. It might not be fast because then I might not produce a pleasing story and we all know how bad that would be. Ok! Good news! Second semester I'm taking a creative writing class! That mean's your truly will become, dare I say it, better! I'm so excited! In the mean time I get to play with clay and shape metal! Bat rings.. Eh? Nothing. Ok, I have a plot! Exciting and long! Complex and witty (I hope)! Read on! (please.)
Chapter 21
The sun rose over the horizon on the planet Harkron, spilling dappled light through the canopy of a lush forest. A solitary sunbeam danced straight through the entrance of a cozy den nestled in the underbrush and lighted on the eyelids of a small furry creature. The creature's large eyes fluttered open, and it stretched its front paws and wiggled its four furry toes. To complete the morning preparation for the day, it opened its narrow snout in a big yawn, wiggled its little pink nose then perked up its big soft ears. There, now it was ready for the day. The creature, who happened to be a cheeb, and who happened to be named Blic (a noise which would sound almost indistinguishable from the other chirps and coos which made up the cheeb's primitive language to a humans wimpy ears) sauntered out of his family's den to join the rest of his clan for a nice breakfast of flowers and tender leaves.
The moment he stepped outside, Blic was instantly set upon by two fuzzy cannonballs. After the initial confusion of being knocked head over paws into a furry heap, Blic cheeped in delight at his two friends Kie and Beek and enthusiastically joined in their playful wrestling. They ran and rolled and tackled each other, playing hide and ambush behind tufts of grass and bushes, making as much noise as they pleased for by some spectacular stroke of luck the cheebs had no natural predators save the natives of the planet, and the natives had always held the cheebs as sacred. So the three little cheeblings had grown with no fear of their surroundings, and the whole herbivorous species had lived for generations in unbroken peaceful harmony. The young cheebs' game was interrupted by the high-pitched call of Blic's mother, and they scampered back to the center of the sunny meadow where the dens were gathered in a rough circle. Blic's mother always ensured that he got his morning's bath and he was forced to cheep goodbye to his two friends as their own mothers called them for their baths. Blic bounded over to his mum and nuzzled her affectionately as she promptly started grooming his silky fur with a soft pink tongue. After he was done he grabbed a mouthful of clover then hopped up onto a tuft of grass to scout out potential playmates. Kie and Beek weren't done with their baths yet; they had to wait in line because they had young siblings. Some of Blic's brothers and sisters were around, but they were all much older than him. They wouldn't want to play for they were too concerned with more mature matters (making themselves as cute as possible, cheeping with friends, and flirting with other cheebs.) Blic's ears drooped with loneliness, but his spirits couldn't stay dampened for long. His bright eyes spotted a butterfly and he bounded off his perch to go play with that. The adorable creature frolicked through the grass, full of young lively energy, chasing the elusive butterfly until it finally fluttered out of reach. Game over. Blic yawned and looked around. He was in the green sunlight of the forest, and a good distance away from the family burrows. No matter, he was not concerned. He sat peacefully for a moment, loving life, gazing up at the beauty of the sun through the leaves, breathing the fresh air, listening to the melodious songs of...the birds? It didn't even occur to the young innocent creature to take warning from the absence of birdsong, so it was a complete shock to him when the net was thrown over his eyes.
Kruug Y'Jaagorg's sunken eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he twisted the net painfully tight around the struggling creature, and his thin pale lips reveled yellow crooked teeth as he grinned at its pained squeals. A shockingly rich and beautiful voice flowed out of the cadaverous face as he taunted: "Hello little one, lets see what the future says in your entrails!"
Joad admired herself in the mirror. A deadly red and black armored figure looked back. She grinned most evilly under her helmet, and replica of her father's except for the color and of course some modifications to fit her female physiology. Red and black had been her choice. They looked.sinister. More threatening. Her helmet was connected to slave one, directly connected with her father with the latest communication technology. He was away right now, back into the hunt. Joad picked up her T-07 blaster, the latest and best blaster available, and it hadn't even hit the legal markets yet.
Now all she needed was a ship.
How she wanted Slave I. But it was her father's ship. She would inherit it when he died. But until then, it was his. Sure, she could borrow it, fly it, but it wasn't hers. Oh well, she was suited and ready to go. Now all that was needed was a hunt. That was why her father was away. Finding a beginner's hunt for her, not too easy, but not too seriously deadly either.
The roar of Slave I returning sounded dully through the walls of their quarters that Joad and Boba shared. Joad's stomach lurched, but her face under the helmet stayed neutral, like she had been trained. She began to ruin over the defensive and attacking maneuvers in her mind, but stopped when she realized it wouldn't help her. She would panic, her father had told her, and do what ever came first. Possibly she would be able to control it, to get her merchandise without panic, but he doubted it. For a while, there was always panic, at least for the species that could feel it. It would go away with time. And experience. She wondered briefly if Boba would cry if she died.
The door slide open and her father walked in, his helmet tuck beneath one arm. His face was neutral, like hers as she slid off her helmet. There were few smiles in the Fett household, but they were warm smiles, and loving.
Her explained the hunt to her, as much as she needed to know now. The rest she could learn on the ship.
I mean, he thought, how hard could capturing an engineer be?
Luke turned off the holographic communications device. Another plea for help, and Luke gave help whenever he could. He smiled as he called Jacen and Jania, now both sixteen, to him using the Force. They would take care of this one. I mean, he thought, how hard could protecting an engineer be?
Skont Yvosk turned off the holographic communicator with Luke Skywalker. He didn't think the Jedi took his plea too seriously. But Skont had heard a rumor of a rumor that an evil mastermind was looking for the most brilliant engineers to build him a super fortress weapon thing. Unfortunately for him, Skont, a skaj, was considered one of the finest. He just hoped that the Jedi sent some apt Jedi to protect him, but any Jedi would do. The bounty hunters these days, though getting better equipment, were slowly getting sloppy without lack of real competition between them. That sloppyness just might save the small rat-like engineering genius.
Sorry it took so long. Just starting school, you know. Hope you like. And yes, it will make sense. I'd like to thank my sister for writing the Harkron scene. *Capslock's lips curl into a malicious smile and says, "Isn't it just absolutely horrid?"* I love reviews. Please review. Well- rounded criticism is encouraged. If you see a problem, point it out please. I'll take note and see if I agree with you.