Hello Everybody!
This is my journal.(obviously)
I finished that dern 3 pg. paper for philosophy. yeah!
now down to the nitty gritty.

I don't know if everybody knows or not but I write stories.
I spend most of my waking hours wrapped in daydreams, actually.
It's lots of fun!
So I've decided to post one of my current stories, in small 'readable' sections. 'Cause if I just stick the whole thing on here right now, nobody's going to read it. They'll just skim the first paragraph and quit.

So here goes the really sucky prelude:

Official opening title: A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...

Pissed off under paid writer: Hey! Wait a minute!
The story's in this galaxy, moron! And it's practically going on right now!

Are you illiterate?!

Official opening title: We are sorry for the inconvenience...

Far away from the New Republic and dying Empire, on the planet Earth, a remnant of the Old Jedi Order servived in secrecy. He waited for years, biding his time until it was safe to rejoin the galaxy. In his spare time on Earth he picked two Force sensitive children to train. The Jedi master, however, gave his apprentices new names to use while in his care. The older, a boy, he named Cyrus. The younger, a girl, he named Cyan.
For ten years the master taugth his apprentices, until one day...

"Come along now! Hurry! Hurry! Get every thing packed up. Cyrus, get those boxes out of the living room and onto the ship. Quickly!" Mr. Lynne shouted as he ran through the house throwing random objects into boxes. Cyan brought her three carefully packed boxes out into the living room and watched as Cyrus levitated about seven rather large packages and guided them out into the backyard---being a student of the Force definitely had its perks. He came back in a moment later with the slightest trace of sweat on his brow.
"Come on, Amber! Get the rest of your stuff loaded. We don't have all day." He said in a poor imitation of an order.
Cyan rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her friend.
"Worry about your own stuff, Jerome." She said, with extra emphasis on the name.
The two rarely used their birth names, except for teasing.
Cyan made her way outside, using physical strength to carry her boxes. Cyrus followed her out into the morning fog.
"I am the oldest, you know."
"So what?" Cyan shrugged.
"So, I have seniority." He said with little effort.
"Uh, huh. Two years is hardly what I would call seniority, besides we were apprenticed the same year." Cyan replied tartly.
"If this was the military I would have you busted for insubordination." Cyrus said jokingly.
"Then it's good thing it isn't, huh?" Cyan remarked stubbornly.
Two and a half hours later they sat in the Pinto Lark, Master Lynne's old star cruiser that had been expertly disguised as a broken down Winnebago next to a tool shed in the back yard. Master Lynne was the pilot while Jerome sat in the co-pilot's seat looking as if he had just defeated the Dark lord of the Sith and been elected Supreme Chancellor. Cyan gazed pitifully out of the front window. No, she amended herself, it would have to be called the forward view port now. She had no desire to leave Earth, and why should she? It was her home. Every thing made sense there, unlike this new place. From what Master Lynne had taught and from what she had read in the Data Files, the Galaxy Proper was terribly unpredictable. The one huge super culture of the galaxy was muddied and unclean in Cyan's opinion. Crime syndicates like Black Sun and the Hutts made the Mafia and the South American Drug Lords seem like Boy Scouts. As Master Lynne said, the galaxy was rotting and only the planets fortunate enough to be overlooked still enjoyed relative peace. Cyrus, Cyan's opposite in nearly everything, wanted to leave the sheltered life of Earth. He considered the galaxy to be some grand adventure where he could play the hero and make his name famous.
"Well it'll be three days till we reach Bimmisaari." Lynne said into her thoughts.
Cyan looked sharply at her master "You mean to say that it will only take three days to reach the mid-rim? How on Earth?"
Master Lynne gave a sly smile and shrugged "I tinkered with the hyper drive a little. No harm done."
Cyan still couldn't believe it; even Cyrus looked surprised.

To Bimmisaari from Earth in only three days meant that they were traveling at least at 0.2 past light speed. Such a pace was simply unheard of.

Cyan settled back in her seat and began to scan the different Comm frequencies for something interesting. She ran across and read several military dispatches from both the New Republic and the Empire. On a miniature holo-board she set up the opposing groups positions and watched for an overall strategy to take shape.
Cyan loved to set up battle plans. It was one of her favorite studies that she kept to the side of her Jedi training. Of course, Master Lynne taught Cyrus and her something in the way of strategy, but Cyan loved to take it up a few levels so that she could create entire campaigns. She had beaten all of her friends in Risk so many times that it wasn't funny.
Cyan leaned forward in her chair trying to pick out any major differences between the Imperial groups: the kind of differences that would denote a variation in commanders.
Cyrus stopped beside her on his way back from storage to get a ration pack and thoughtfully watched the display. "Playing Battle Ship again?"
She smiled, "Somewhat. Check it out and tell me what you think."
Cyrus leaned closer and seemed to think a minute.

"Same overall commander?"
Cyan looked back at the holos.

"I think so, haven't seen anything to the contrary."
Cyrus shook his head,

"Wow, that's got to be some commander then. You'd think it would be bad to split up your ships and fight like that?"

Bum Bum Bum!
To be continued!