Sir-dik-dik At it again.
You don't care do you?
Oh well.
I would like to thank my grandparents for getting me a new TV and a surround sound system so I could listen to my CDs in style. I have a new favorite band, My chemical Romance with the release of 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" has now taken the number one spot from Green day's American Idiot, which took it from Sum 41's Chuck. All excellent CDs you should by. You're not reading this story for my price guide for CDs you're reading cause you want to or you like this story. In honor of being my favorite CD I will use a few lines from different songs and references. So here is my disclaimer, I don't own anything, nothing, a thing, and not even a pile of turtle crap. If you want to be a main character in the next chapter give me the 411 on what you want to be.
"You never know what you have until there is a bullet shaped hole where your friends should be." Max Payne2, the fall of Max Payne.
A young boy crawled through the sand to find a letter written nearly a hundred years, "Candoures, I'm sorry, you may leave with a empty concions, I took my life so you wouldn't." The letter was burned at the bottom by a blaster rifle. His body was giving up, the wounds he had were to great, and if he was to survive he would need a miracle. He kept thinking about what happened before the accident, "you need not to worry a worry," a cryptic voice reassured him. As he crawled a long stain of blood followed him and he was cursed to a painful death if the bounty hunters found him. He withdrew his lightsaber, making the yellow single tip lightsabers yellow shine blended in with the sand he was ready to fight. The man's black hair scorched the top of his head as blood slipped down the front of his robe. The man saw a shadow of four people but didn't want to give away his position so he turned his invisibility cloak on and prayed, prayed for a miracle.
"So why do you wear crappy clothes if you live in a rich family?" Asked Jessica "heck, I would be wearing royalty if I could afforded it."
"If you "could" is the main part there." Brutes added.
"Jeez, you're getting worse than her." Jessica motioned to Shara.
"What's so important about this droid anyway?" Asked Shara.
"Are you ADD or just dumb, answer my question." Yelled Jessica.
"Just cause I was born into a rich family doesn't mean I like it." She replied. "I spend a lot of time in the sewers, to earn money, have fun, relax you know all that good stuff." She finished.
"See if you answered me earlier I would have answered… before she finished her head started to spin and she passed out.
Unknown space ship, thirty years before Twilight Dreams.As Aria stepped out of her pod the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the dark hall. The only thing she had was her Pazzak deck and some clothes; this would provide her a new mission, to find her gear. She strutted her aching body and started to move around. The two long corridors both looked identical but the left one omitted a strange felling, a feeling of the force. She walked down the dark corridor for a long two minutes before she reached a sealed metal door. The lock was one of a Sith and represented no problem to this impressive locksmith. In a matter of a few seconds the door opened and inside was three large lockers with her gear in it. She lifted her lightsabers and lights them, a red Sith short lightsaber and a purple one. She continued her walk toward the force's source. At the end of the corridor a row of lights led to a metal door with a keypad. The access code to the door was locked so she tunneled the door and opened the door, a large room with many locked doors presented themselves nothing compared to what she found in the room, a Jedi with the force production as her.
"You, Jedi, rise to your feet." Aria called.
"You call me as if I was a peasant, do you have any clue to as whom I am." Called out David Alister.
"No, and I don't really give a Hutt's ass either." Answered Aria.
"I'm Darth Revan, know your place." He held out his hand and tried to choke Aria.
"Funny, an imposter talking to the true Darth Revan, time to die identity thief." Aria withdrew her lightsaber and charged him. For each blow a counter was placed to block it. After a few hours of tiring fighting they both stood there, not a single scratch, but both worn out to a point where their bodies gave up and they had to rest.
"Who are you really?" Asked Aria Herly, she looked tired and maybe even a little compassionate towards him because this was by far the best fight she had ever far.
"I as I said earlier, I'm Darth Revan, now known as David Alister." He looked down at his feet; they were bleeding just from of the effort he had thrown in his blows.
"Odd, I fell no lies in your tongue, but nun the less, I am Aria Herly, the true Dark Lord Revan." She got up and looked around the corridor to see what was in here. The long rooms were filled with doors that all gave a distinct feel, some of the force, some of a great dark taint. None of this made her any more clear of where she was or why she was there in the first place.
"Its odd that the Jedi conical would lie straight out and not at least given me a half truth, that is if you are the real Revan." Aria made many contradictions of the facts in her mind but then gave up. They laid there just lying until a very large disturbance in the force and the large dark taint emerged. A giant of a man came out holding an axe a long with a masked man. The large man swung the axe and missed the Jedi's heads by a few inches. They both looked at each other and nodded, they were going to fight their way out of this one.
Jessica's dream.
"Give me the relic." The old hooded man once again demanded. Only this time she handed him the relic and the sound of someone choking echoed the room. The man ran to his ship and she followed.
"Are you okay?" asked a concerned Brutes.
"Hey just dandy." Replied Jessica as she sped ahead.
"Did she just say 'dandy'?" Brutes asked to himself.
"So before you blacked out, you were going to answer my question so do it now before you have another seizer." Pouted Shara.
"First off, it wasn't a seizer you little brat, the second thing is if I tell you our secret, you can never leave." Jessica pointed to her with a stern look on her face.
"Go ahead I won't tell, trust me." Shara held the Twel'ke trust symbol. "I have lived in my sewers of this planet and you can ask every single outcast there and they will back me up." She added.
"Okay, let's see where we should start?" Jessica thought to herself. "I work for the underground weapons manufacturing company Spartan Powder. That droid is its second reincarnation of it's HK units our first being for the Dark lord Revan. This one has all of our data and our coordinates in the galaxy. The droid must be retrieved and the ship demolished." She spoke running a steady pace. As they came to a rest stop it occurred to them only two off them could go threw, and the debate was who was going with Shara.
"I should go by myself, I can handle it." Shara said strongly disliking the idea of being babysat like she was two.
"I should go with her, because I favor brute strength, in which cause I would be most valuable." Brutes motioned.
"True, but only I know the password from HK going ballistic." Jessica commented. The argument went on until a loud series of shots were set off and the sound of thunder filled the sand dunes. If you haven't guessed yet, they're on Tatooine. They're attention turned to the desert as they knew that it might get rough going there. They walked on still undecided on what to do until Brutes fell down. There was a long blade mark going down his back as he tried to get back up but fainted. A tall man appeared holding his stomach like he was dying and then spoke clearly.
"So you're not one of them?" He asked confused. Jessica picked him up by his robe and threw him into the sand. Tears rolled from her eyes as she realized that her friend could be dead.
"You monster!" She kicked him in the stomach and he let out a loud moan. She looked down at her boat to see it covered in blood. She picked him up and took out a medkit and fixed his wounds. He thanked her and tried to run but he felt a sharp pain run through his back He felt something he hasn't felt in years, like he met another version of himself, another Jedi.
The end of chapter2. Please tell me what you think of it this time. I hope I made things a little clearer but I like to grab your interest and hold the plot line for awhile and have a satisfying climax. But that's just me. If you know Masterbeef he is putting up a new story in April, thank GOD.
