Neither Star Wars, nor any of its characters are owned by me, because if they were I wouldn't be writing this. Oops. Now I did it. I've used Mr. Lucas's characters, so I'll just say Lucas is awesome, and hope he doesn't sue.
Yup, here it is again:
Though this is my first Fanfiction, I'd like as much criticism as possible, as I'd really like to work on my writing.
The Force Exchange.
Chapter 4.
Searching.
The airspeeder seared a red streak across the Coruscant sky as it flashed past. The occupants in other speeders screamed threats and curses at the two Jedi.
"Is it really necessary to go quite so fast" asked Tyve worriedly, clutching onto the seat hoping the pressure of the air against him would keep him from flipping out of the speeder. Durke grinned at him, which took his eyes away from where they were going, but it didn't matter much. Every single time Tyve got in Durke's custom built speeder he was astounded that there was never a scratch on the blinding red paint.
"Are we really in this much of a hurry" said Tyve, again hoping that Durke would obey the few laws that governed the airways. "Try a meditation technique if the speed bothers you so." Replied Durke, turning at the last second before splattering into a large transport speeder.
"How could I, or even Yoda meditate now" muttered Tyve, nearly shrieking out as their speeder rolled away, speeding upside down into oncoming traffic.They sped on, weaving in and out, receiving more curses than Tyve had gotten in a year or two combined. Eventually they arrived at their destination, coming to a halt so quickly that Tyve had to use a gust of the force to keep himself from flying out of his seat. Pedestrians on the walkway that they landed on seemed to have the same idea as Tyve would. To run. Fast. Shouts erupted from the crowd as they dove out of the way of the speeder as it came crashing to a halt. Durke jumped from the pilot's seat, almost before the speeder had come to a halt, while Tyve sat, head spinning, muttering thanks to the force. Eventually the scrambled out of the speeder, and ran to Durke. "Where are we going" he said, hoping to take his mind off the ride.
"We have to find this Deiran Soll person, since he'll know where we should look. But we don't know where, or quite who he is, so first we have to find him. A man I know lives near here, and I think he'll have the answers we seek."
Tyve smiled. "And if not, at least we get to walk."
As they climbed the stairs, and then after finding the door they knocked. An inhuman growl sounded from inside, a thump against the door, and suddenly they were looking into fiery, bloodshot eyes, whose owner was a thin, sickly quarren. After the quarren finished glaring at Tyve, he turned and made a strange guttural sound. Durke followed him inside, and soon after Tyve followed Durke.
"Good to see you Gru" said Durke after he sat down in one of the chairs which had, at one time looked extraordinarily nice, though now they were barely fit for the local garbage incinerator.
"Heh. I knew you were coming" said the quarren, completely taking Tyve by surprise that he could speak Basic. "I heard you coming for miles." Durke smiled, replying "What? How? I'm as stealthy as a Hapan Peace Ninja." The quarren broke out in fits of laughter, and when he finally finished, the added sweat made he look just a little more ragged. "Now look." Said Durke, getting to the reason they had come"I need your help. I'm looking for a man called Soll. Dieran Soll." Tyve watched as the quarren nearly jumped five feet into the air. "Durke! As much as you are my friend, you know I can't tell you that! He'll kill me" Tyve worriedly watched as Durke glared menacingly at the quarren and then calmly said "Grugan. You WILL help me" waving his hand at the quarren. "Yes. I will help you" said Grugan, half in a daze. "Go to the bar and say I sent you. That'll get him to see you." Grugan handed them a small card, with small print that said:
Blue Moon Casino.
Dreams are made.
Quad 27. Sector 31.
Blue Moon Alley.
"Do you really think they'll let us in" said Tyve, as the two Jedi waited outside an office door inside the busy casino. The man whom they had spoken to had been gone for nearly fifteen minutes and Tyve was beginning to worry. The Casino seemed to be a rather popular place, though it was relatively very small compared to the famous casinos of the galaxy. Humans and aliens alike played yelled out in defeat, or more rarely, victory, as they lost or triumphed over their enemies in games of skill and luck. There were many game tables. Most were for pazaak, or had been for with the recent game of sabacc's introduction; some of the tables had been converted for the newer game. While Tyve was looking over the casino, he failed to see the man return.
"Come along Tyve" said his master, who was stopped in the doorway, waiting for him. Tyve quickly turned and followed. They were led down a long hallway, with soft blue flooring, and lights so bright that the hallway seemed to glow. They entered through one of the doors near the end of the hall, which led down a small stair into a large dimly lit room, with a giant table in the middle, with a holo projector which took up most of it. Chairs were arranged haphazardly through the room. The two Jedi found chairs they liked and pulled them up to the table, to wait for their absent host. As the guard that had brought them left the room, the holo projector came to life, startling Tyve, and illuminating the room with a soft blue glow. "Greetings" boomed a loud voice through speakers set up throughout the room, with a metallic bass rumble that seemed to vibrate the chairs and the table.
"Who are you" asked Durke, to the projector, which had finally formed into the shape of a man, though he was somehow masked so you couldn't make out his features.
"I will ask the questions, thank you" Boomed the voice"Now, tell me Jedi, why have you come"
"We have come" said Durke"to speak with Mr. Soll over matter of the utmost importance. We would like to speak with him immediately."
"Anything you say to Soll will be said to me first. Anything."
"Fine" said Durke, giving in to his request. "Lately Jedi have gone missing. We have lost connections with them in the force, and we fear the worst. We were sent to Mr. Soll, as we were told he would know of them."
As soon as Durke had finished a yell came out from the speakers.
"HA! You are correct. He knows where your Jedi are. Or I should say, He knew." As soon as the voice had spoken, Tyve heard a large metal door slam shut, blocking off the stairs.
"In fact, I believe you continue Mr. Soll's problem. Goodbye Jedi. It was a pleasure."
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and Tyve was falling. The floor had opened up, exposing the Jedi to a large cavern, below them. The only problem was it was about a thousand meters to the ground, and gravity was not very friendly to anyone that high up.