CHAPTER 3
TREK To A NEW World
"You're a Gran?" exclaimed Dykon. He couldn't believe that the pilot inside the downed X-Wing was a Gran. He had been told in the Academy that Aliens didn't have the intelligence to hold a weapon, let alone pilot a starship, and that's why they had volunteered for manual labor.
"Yes, I'm a Gran", replied the X-Wing pilot. "Is there a problem?"
"But that's impossible! Only humans can pilot a starship!"
"If the Emperor told you that we should spend billions of dollars to make a large shopping mall, would you agree?"
"No."
"Why is that so?"
"Because that would be extremely illogical".
"Exactly! Have you ever seen an alien in your life?"
"No."
"Why?"
"My parents told me to stay away from them to avoid contamination."
"Have you ever seen an alien after you left home?"
"No. Before you ask why, the answer was that I didn't want to be contaminated! I'm surprised that my skin hasn't started to fall off yet."
"Don't be irrational. You need to see something before you believe it. Being in contact with other species doesn't make your skin fall of or make warts grow like weeds all over your body. The Emperor is a very racist and sexist man. He thinks that human males are the future of the galaxy and that all others are his slaves."
"The Empire doesn't have slaves. They volunteer."
"Volunteer? Is that the greatest joke the Empire has come up with yet? My father was a slave. He worked his ass off building a pleasure palace for the Emperor on Naboo and died doing it. My mom died of a disease that my father caught from a dirty Aqualish slave. I hate the Emperor's guts, but there are people who have suffered more than I. Besides, it was an alien that caused Palpatine's rise to power."
"An alien? How do you know of this?"
"My father saw it happen in front of his eyes. It was a Gungan Senator by the name Jar Jar Binks. Jar Jar was a Senator representing the Gungans from Naboo. A group of planets separated from the Old Republic and the Supreme Chancellor needed permission from a senator to have dictatorial powers and declare war. This Jar Jar was the one who gave him those powers, and the Supreme Chancellor not only started the Clone Wars but became the Emperor of the Empire."
"Why don't we just get out of here?". Dykon felt really lightheaded at the moment. He wondered if it was a side effect of being around the alien too long. His parents always told him to stay away from aliens.
"Aliens are really dangerous", his mom would always say. "If you get near one for too long you will suffer a fate worse than death." So far Dykon hadn't faced that fate-yet.
"Do I have to be around you?" asked Dykon. "I think I can handle myself just fine out here."
"Please", said the Gran while whipping out a blaster pistol. "Stay with me". Dykon put his hands up and the Gran smiled. "Well, if we're going to be stuck here for a while let me at least know your name. I'm Cinohwam. Just call me Cino for short."
"I'm Dykon", said Dykon. "Just Dykon".
"Very well", said Cino. "Let me scour for some of my stuff while you be a good little boy and watch for snakes."
"Whatever!" sighed Dykon. He then just plopped down on the dirty ground and stared at the water. The water was very dirty, and probably infected with many kinds of disease which was probably doubled due to the alien's presence. "Do you have a change of clothes? Mine are really wet."
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Cino. "The human wants to be in contact with clothing worn by a dirty infected alien! It's a miracle! Praise the Sky Seraphs!"
"Stop it", yelled Dykon. "I'm serious. My entire flight suit got wet and probably has millions of viruses on it. I don't want to get sick."
"That's what you said when I took off my helmet", said Cino. "By the way, this flight suit is all I have. Would you rather have me run around naked while you're in a nice cozy suit or spare the unpleasant sights and just deal with it?"
"I'll deal with it", sighed Dykon. Suddenly, a large object hit him in the back and he whipped around to find an astromech droid lying next to him. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to aim for you. GET HIM BEFORE HE FALLS INTO THE RIVER!" However, it was too late- the droid sunk into the river while the river light up with electric sparks. "Well, so much for the swimming."
"What are you doing?"
"Gathering my equipment. Too bad your ship burnt up in the atmosphere. I suggest you wear your helmet. Bird droppings on wet hair don't make a good combination."
"Mine has vomit in it. No thanks".
"Very well. We shall get going". Cino then put on his unique helmet (which had a tube for each of his three eyes and a spot for his ears), grabbed a bag filled with what belongings he could find, and pointed the blaster at Dykon. "You lead the way".
"To where?"
"Just follow you're instincts. We're trying to get to the most civilized village, Imperial or not."
"But you'd get killed".
"So now you care at me?"
"Just leave me alone." Dykon then climbed up the hill into the dense undergrowth of the forest where they would be trekking for several more hours. The hike was long, but Dykon's determination to get back to the Reaper helped him going. Use his instincts, all right. He would use his instincts to get to the nearest Imperial base, have the rebel killed, and take a shuttle back to the Reaper. It was an ingenious plan, but one that would require Cino's supplies. Finally, Cino finally sat down and emptied the bag while laying down in a relaxed manner.
"Now, we eat!" exclaimed Cino. Before Cino could have a single bite, Dykon grabbed the blaster from underneath Dykon and aimed it at him.
"No you don't!" exclaimed Dykon. "I know you're intentions. You crash landed on purpose so you can destroy the Rattakeen base. That's why the Tantive III was in the system. You didn't want me to come, but now you're so happy because now you get to eat me like the monster you are! Now you're going to give me the food or I'll be forced to give your soul to the Sky Seraphs or whatever you call them!"
"If you knew what was best for you you'd drop the gun", said Cino.
"Now why would I do such a thing like that?" asked Dykon. Suddenly, an arrow rushed down and nearly hit his foot. He then turned around and saw several reptilian creatures, all armed with a bow and arrow.
"Maybe I should heed his advice for once", thought Dykon.
TREK To A NEW World
"You're a Gran?" exclaimed Dykon. He couldn't believe that the pilot inside the downed X-Wing was a Gran. He had been told in the Academy that Aliens didn't have the intelligence to hold a weapon, let alone pilot a starship, and that's why they had volunteered for manual labor.
"Yes, I'm a Gran", replied the X-Wing pilot. "Is there a problem?"
"But that's impossible! Only humans can pilot a starship!"
"If the Emperor told you that we should spend billions of dollars to make a large shopping mall, would you agree?"
"No."
"Why is that so?"
"Because that would be extremely illogical".
"Exactly! Have you ever seen an alien in your life?"
"No."
"Why?"
"My parents told me to stay away from them to avoid contamination."
"Have you ever seen an alien after you left home?"
"No. Before you ask why, the answer was that I didn't want to be contaminated! I'm surprised that my skin hasn't started to fall off yet."
"Don't be irrational. You need to see something before you believe it. Being in contact with other species doesn't make your skin fall of or make warts grow like weeds all over your body. The Emperor is a very racist and sexist man. He thinks that human males are the future of the galaxy and that all others are his slaves."
"The Empire doesn't have slaves. They volunteer."
"Volunteer? Is that the greatest joke the Empire has come up with yet? My father was a slave. He worked his ass off building a pleasure palace for the Emperor on Naboo and died doing it. My mom died of a disease that my father caught from a dirty Aqualish slave. I hate the Emperor's guts, but there are people who have suffered more than I. Besides, it was an alien that caused Palpatine's rise to power."
"An alien? How do you know of this?"
"My father saw it happen in front of his eyes. It was a Gungan Senator by the name Jar Jar Binks. Jar Jar was a Senator representing the Gungans from Naboo. A group of planets separated from the Old Republic and the Supreme Chancellor needed permission from a senator to have dictatorial powers and declare war. This Jar Jar was the one who gave him those powers, and the Supreme Chancellor not only started the Clone Wars but became the Emperor of the Empire."
"Why don't we just get out of here?". Dykon felt really lightheaded at the moment. He wondered if it was a side effect of being around the alien too long. His parents always told him to stay away from aliens.
"Aliens are really dangerous", his mom would always say. "If you get near one for too long you will suffer a fate worse than death." So far Dykon hadn't faced that fate-yet.
"Do I have to be around you?" asked Dykon. "I think I can handle myself just fine out here."
"Please", said the Gran while whipping out a blaster pistol. "Stay with me". Dykon put his hands up and the Gran smiled. "Well, if we're going to be stuck here for a while let me at least know your name. I'm Cinohwam. Just call me Cino for short."
"I'm Dykon", said Dykon. "Just Dykon".
"Very well", said Cino. "Let me scour for some of my stuff while you be a good little boy and watch for snakes."
"Whatever!" sighed Dykon. He then just plopped down on the dirty ground and stared at the water. The water was very dirty, and probably infected with many kinds of disease which was probably doubled due to the alien's presence. "Do you have a change of clothes? Mine are really wet."
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Cino. "The human wants to be in contact with clothing worn by a dirty infected alien! It's a miracle! Praise the Sky Seraphs!"
"Stop it", yelled Dykon. "I'm serious. My entire flight suit got wet and probably has millions of viruses on it. I don't want to get sick."
"That's what you said when I took off my helmet", said Cino. "By the way, this flight suit is all I have. Would you rather have me run around naked while you're in a nice cozy suit or spare the unpleasant sights and just deal with it?"
"I'll deal with it", sighed Dykon. Suddenly, a large object hit him in the back and he whipped around to find an astromech droid lying next to him. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to aim for you. GET HIM BEFORE HE FALLS INTO THE RIVER!" However, it was too late- the droid sunk into the river while the river light up with electric sparks. "Well, so much for the swimming."
"What are you doing?"
"Gathering my equipment. Too bad your ship burnt up in the atmosphere. I suggest you wear your helmet. Bird droppings on wet hair don't make a good combination."
"Mine has vomit in it. No thanks".
"Very well. We shall get going". Cino then put on his unique helmet (which had a tube for each of his three eyes and a spot for his ears), grabbed a bag filled with what belongings he could find, and pointed the blaster at Dykon. "You lead the way".
"To where?"
"Just follow you're instincts. We're trying to get to the most civilized village, Imperial or not."
"But you'd get killed".
"So now you care at me?"
"Just leave me alone." Dykon then climbed up the hill into the dense undergrowth of the forest where they would be trekking for several more hours. The hike was long, but Dykon's determination to get back to the Reaper helped him going. Use his instincts, all right. He would use his instincts to get to the nearest Imperial base, have the rebel killed, and take a shuttle back to the Reaper. It was an ingenious plan, but one that would require Cino's supplies. Finally, Cino finally sat down and emptied the bag while laying down in a relaxed manner.
"Now, we eat!" exclaimed Cino. Before Cino could have a single bite, Dykon grabbed the blaster from underneath Dykon and aimed it at him.
"No you don't!" exclaimed Dykon. "I know you're intentions. You crash landed on purpose so you can destroy the Rattakeen base. That's why the Tantive III was in the system. You didn't want me to come, but now you're so happy because now you get to eat me like the monster you are! Now you're going to give me the food or I'll be forced to give your soul to the Sky Seraphs or whatever you call them!"
"If you knew what was best for you you'd drop the gun", said Cino.
"Now why would I do such a thing like that?" asked Dykon. Suddenly, an arrow rushed down and nearly hit his foot. He then turned around and saw several reptilian creatures, all armed with a bow and arrow.
"Maybe I should heed his advice for once", thought Dykon.