CHAPTER 6
THE NEEDS of THE MANY
When Dykon awoke, he found himself lying in a bed in an air- conditioned room. Several advanced medical supplies surrounded him, but he saw no droids. He was in an Imperial hospital. He would've killed (literally) to be in there about twenty-four hours ago, but now, he would've killed just to have things the way they were. He told himself that he was in a dream world and he could get out, but that didn't help much. Vienta was dead and that was final. He would never see her again. He would probably die if he tried to go to the Rattakeen rebellion, which probably died with Vienta.
He looked at the clock to the right of his bed (not a cot- a bed) and saw that the time was seven in the morning on a Friday- most Stormtroopers were able to sleep until nine o'clock on Fridays as an extra treat for being good little Stormies, so no one was up. Dykon jumped out of his bed, stretched his arms out, and walked out of the door. The hallway was bleak and gray (like all Imperial establishments), but at the end of the dismal place lied a large window shaped like the Imperial logo (which was designed by Emperor Palpatine himself). Dykon walked down to the window and looked out. Rattak was a beautiful planet. The trees were so tall it looked like they were trying to shake God's hand or something. The plants were so lush, and since the planet had a primitive society there was no pollution, so the sky was a perfect blue. A strange bird flew up to the window and began to sing really loud, as if it was singing to Dykon himself.
"Hey, little bird", said Dykon. "What's your name?" The bird tweeted loudly, but Dykon pretended he knew what the bird was saying. "Vienta? That's a pretty name. I knew someone named Vienta. She was killed by those damn..." suddenly the bird flew away, and Dykon turned around to see why- there was an Imperial Captain, Captain Kareel by the looks of it, standing behind him.
"She was killed by those damn what?" asked Kareel in a cold tone.
"Do I have to answer you?" asked Dykon very curtly.
"I order you to", said Kareel.
"She was killed by those damn Imperials, sir." Kareel then nodded his head and walked up closer to the window and stood next to Dykon, pretending he was looking out.
"I love this place. It's so beautiful with the trees and all".
"Then why don't you get your fat ass of the planet? The planet would be a lot more beautiful then". The captain then stared at Dykon as if he had emitted a foul odor, a look that made Dykon's heart drop about five degrees.
"I heard that you punched your best friend in the attack. Why did you do this?'
"If you're talking about my best human friend, yes, I punched him. I punched him because he was one of them".
"One of who?"
"The Imperials who killed her."
"Can you tell me why you hate the Empire so much now? Something happened yesterday that changed your attitude towards politics indefinitely. What happened?"
"When I crash landed on the planet, I met the pilot of the X-Wing, who was a Gran. I thought that being in contact would affect my health greatly, but it didn't. He treated me very kindly. When we stopped for lunch, I tried to take his supplies and run towards your base, but a Rattakeen scout patrol found us and protected the Gran."]
"That's swell. Did you collect any scalps of those damn lizards?"
"You just made me throw up a little. Now, I didn't do that, for only a barbarian would do that. In fact, I didn't kill a single being. Well, then, they took me to their camp where they made the Gran, Cino, and I members of their tribe. I then fell in love with the chieftain's daughter, Vienta, but we had very little time to kindle our relationship. She told me about the destruction of the Raptor and I cried myself to sleep, but when I woke up there was a party. One of the Rattakeen let me borrow his ceremonial suit, which I am wearing now, and I danced with her. Suddenly, the music got very slow, which caused me to kiss the girl."
"Kiss her? Are you made? Kiss one of the Rattakeen?"
"If you loved one of them, would you?"
"It's physically impossible for me to fall in love with a non-human."
"Figures. Well, the Imp squad came and killed her. They killed her, you goddam son of a Sith".
"Well, she probably viciously attacked our Troopers..."
"No. You have it all wrong. They killed her in cold blood with a Saberdart. We were kissing when they did it. She threw me aside so she would get the blast. She was the first to die! She could've been spared! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!" Dykon then lifted up Kareel and threw him across the room. After the outburst of anger, Dykon fell onto his knees and began to cry.
"Maybe you should see a councilor", said Kareel. "Or maybe your parents could do better!"
"No! Not my parents! They hate humans! They'd disown me! No!" Suddenly, he saw a Gran running down the hallway, a Gran that only Dykon was allowed to call Cino. His friend was badly bruised and still wearing a Rattakeen ceremonial gown, which was all torn up, though. "Cino! What're you doing here?"
"I have an important message to tell you", said Cino. Suddenly, they heard a clicking noise, and they saw that Kareel was holding a blaster and aiming it at Cino.
"Go back to your little hell hole, you damn alien scum", cursed Kareel. Suddenly, two Stormtroopers zoomed across the hall and grabbed Cino and started dragging him out of the hall. Cino struggled with all his might to get free, but he kept staring at Dykon.
"Attack...must go to armory.... thermal detonator...save rebellion!" was all that Cino could get over the yells of the Stormtroopers. He unexpectedly quit trying to struggle with the guards, and they dragged him off to the brig.
"What could those words mean?" asked Kareel. "Attack...must go to armory.... thermal detonator...save rebellion?"
"I don't have a clue either", said Dykon. "I need to use the restroom." Dykon then walked to the restroom and went into one of the stalls and sighed. He knew exactly what Cino meant. It was something he had to do that would mean the end of his existence, but the beginning of the liberation of Rattak.
THE NEEDS of THE MANY
When Dykon awoke, he found himself lying in a bed in an air- conditioned room. Several advanced medical supplies surrounded him, but he saw no droids. He was in an Imperial hospital. He would've killed (literally) to be in there about twenty-four hours ago, but now, he would've killed just to have things the way they were. He told himself that he was in a dream world and he could get out, but that didn't help much. Vienta was dead and that was final. He would never see her again. He would probably die if he tried to go to the Rattakeen rebellion, which probably died with Vienta.
He looked at the clock to the right of his bed (not a cot- a bed) and saw that the time was seven in the morning on a Friday- most Stormtroopers were able to sleep until nine o'clock on Fridays as an extra treat for being good little Stormies, so no one was up. Dykon jumped out of his bed, stretched his arms out, and walked out of the door. The hallway was bleak and gray (like all Imperial establishments), but at the end of the dismal place lied a large window shaped like the Imperial logo (which was designed by Emperor Palpatine himself). Dykon walked down to the window and looked out. Rattak was a beautiful planet. The trees were so tall it looked like they were trying to shake God's hand or something. The plants were so lush, and since the planet had a primitive society there was no pollution, so the sky was a perfect blue. A strange bird flew up to the window and began to sing really loud, as if it was singing to Dykon himself.
"Hey, little bird", said Dykon. "What's your name?" The bird tweeted loudly, but Dykon pretended he knew what the bird was saying. "Vienta? That's a pretty name. I knew someone named Vienta. She was killed by those damn..." suddenly the bird flew away, and Dykon turned around to see why- there was an Imperial Captain, Captain Kareel by the looks of it, standing behind him.
"She was killed by those damn what?" asked Kareel in a cold tone.
"Do I have to answer you?" asked Dykon very curtly.
"I order you to", said Kareel.
"She was killed by those damn Imperials, sir." Kareel then nodded his head and walked up closer to the window and stood next to Dykon, pretending he was looking out.
"I love this place. It's so beautiful with the trees and all".
"Then why don't you get your fat ass of the planet? The planet would be a lot more beautiful then". The captain then stared at Dykon as if he had emitted a foul odor, a look that made Dykon's heart drop about five degrees.
"I heard that you punched your best friend in the attack. Why did you do this?'
"If you're talking about my best human friend, yes, I punched him. I punched him because he was one of them".
"One of who?"
"The Imperials who killed her."
"Can you tell me why you hate the Empire so much now? Something happened yesterday that changed your attitude towards politics indefinitely. What happened?"
"When I crash landed on the planet, I met the pilot of the X-Wing, who was a Gran. I thought that being in contact would affect my health greatly, but it didn't. He treated me very kindly. When we stopped for lunch, I tried to take his supplies and run towards your base, but a Rattakeen scout patrol found us and protected the Gran."]
"That's swell. Did you collect any scalps of those damn lizards?"
"You just made me throw up a little. Now, I didn't do that, for only a barbarian would do that. In fact, I didn't kill a single being. Well, then, they took me to their camp where they made the Gran, Cino, and I members of their tribe. I then fell in love with the chieftain's daughter, Vienta, but we had very little time to kindle our relationship. She told me about the destruction of the Raptor and I cried myself to sleep, but when I woke up there was a party. One of the Rattakeen let me borrow his ceremonial suit, which I am wearing now, and I danced with her. Suddenly, the music got very slow, which caused me to kiss the girl."
"Kiss her? Are you made? Kiss one of the Rattakeen?"
"If you loved one of them, would you?"
"It's physically impossible for me to fall in love with a non-human."
"Figures. Well, the Imp squad came and killed her. They killed her, you goddam son of a Sith".
"Well, she probably viciously attacked our Troopers..."
"No. You have it all wrong. They killed her in cold blood with a Saberdart. We were kissing when they did it. She threw me aside so she would get the blast. She was the first to die! She could've been spared! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!" Dykon then lifted up Kareel and threw him across the room. After the outburst of anger, Dykon fell onto his knees and began to cry.
"Maybe you should see a councilor", said Kareel. "Or maybe your parents could do better!"
"No! Not my parents! They hate humans! They'd disown me! No!" Suddenly, he saw a Gran running down the hallway, a Gran that only Dykon was allowed to call Cino. His friend was badly bruised and still wearing a Rattakeen ceremonial gown, which was all torn up, though. "Cino! What're you doing here?"
"I have an important message to tell you", said Cino. Suddenly, they heard a clicking noise, and they saw that Kareel was holding a blaster and aiming it at Cino.
"Go back to your little hell hole, you damn alien scum", cursed Kareel. Suddenly, two Stormtroopers zoomed across the hall and grabbed Cino and started dragging him out of the hall. Cino struggled with all his might to get free, but he kept staring at Dykon.
"Attack...must go to armory.... thermal detonator...save rebellion!" was all that Cino could get over the yells of the Stormtroopers. He unexpectedly quit trying to struggle with the guards, and they dragged him off to the brig.
"What could those words mean?" asked Kareel. "Attack...must go to armory.... thermal detonator...save rebellion?"
"I don't have a clue either", said Dykon. "I need to use the restroom." Dykon then walked to the restroom and went into one of the stalls and sighed. He knew exactly what Cino meant. It was something he had to do that would mean the end of his existence, but the beginning of the liberation of Rattak.