Been a few days or 2 but I thought I'd fill in some new pages of the story even though I haven't had any reviews but oh well I like it and so does my g/f so ill carry on
R&R and I don't own any names as usual
Chapter 3
Heron sat in the cockpit and wondered what to do. He was stranded on an unknown planet while his master hung in a kolto tank, hanging between life and death but stable.
He would have to venture outside of the ship for supplies (only the force knew if he could find any currency) but for now he was fine in his ship. A month passed and he was getting bored of fixing the different parts of his ship and longed for some excitement. Plus the visions of the Jedi academy in ruins stopped him from sleeping at night, so he finally took himself outside of the ship and went to get some fresh air.
He thought a quick walk wouldn't do any harm so he stepped off of the ramp, stretched himself and started walking. He hadn't walked far when a trumpet broke his concentration. Curious, he followed the sound and found himself in an archway, surrounded by weapons made of metal and wood. He looked at the weapons in wonder, when a burly man asked, "You the new guy?"
Startled, Heron answered "Yes" and nothing else was said.
Armour and a sword were shoved on him and he was ushered through a metal grate which shut behind him. He had barley a second before he was warned by the force. He ducked and moved swiftly to his left and blocked a new swing. Because of the strength of his opponent and the weight of his own armour, he had to dodge and block quicker than with his lightsaber, which was forgotten at his side, if he wanted to live.
Understanding that this was a life or death matter he realised that his armour was restricting his movement, he ran away from his opponent and removed the heavy bondages, and stood waiting. The sword was still pretty heavy and he wouldn't be able to swing it as much as his usual weapon, which he knew by now that he wouldn't be able to use, but he used his training and skill with, not only a weapon, but the force, and dodged, parried and struck whenever he could.
His opponent was good, but not good enough. The battle was over within a matter of minutes after Heron's armour was shed. He didn't know what had happened when a bag was shoved into his hands. Startled and shaken he made his way back to the ship, where he relived the battle in his mind and soon realised that he was holding onto the bag that he was given. Looking inside the bag revealed one hundred round coins that sparkled in a golden manner.
This might have been enough for food and drink for a while, but Heron knew that it would not be enough for their stay. He knew he needed more.