Death stole my only love,
It didn't let me say goodbye.
So in this world that killed you,
I sit alone and cry.
A pointless event, that often does occur,
It stole my only love
I say for death there is no cure.
Your big brown eyes I still so often see.
But now you're gone and all that's left is me.
But I will not abandon hope,
I will endure this pain,
I will survive in this cruel world,
Alone and full of vain.
So when I leave this filthy place
With enemies and hate,
I will unite with you my love,
For that is our fate....
Yalara, a near dead planet, consisting of Noghri families, and immigrant humans, or just people left here because of the wars.
Max wanted to build mines, and use this planet to make him and the Germanican Grays rich. But of course, others thought differently.
Sarce wanted this to be a military checkpoint, where forces could rest and regroup. He wanted an armory, and shipments of blasters, and survival equipment on a standard basis.
But for some strange reason Grand Admiral Damien Froest wished that this planet could use imports and become an outer rim trade route.
This planet was nearly dead with few people on it, reaching at tops of three thousand population capital. When they took it, one of their goals would have to be to take the planet and rise the population somehow, most likely sending immigrants to it.
The choice was Max’s now. He was the one flying in with Delta squadron to the planet to scout it out and see the maximum possibilities that it held. As he flew, he thought about his plans and what possibly could come next on the journey set in front of him….
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“Schutta!” a man spat out at a female Twi’lek as she pulled back her hand from him. His name was Glariel, a human-Germanican immigrant left on Yalara from the war, as an outcast. He frowned at the bounty hunter Twi’lek as she responded nearly instantly.
“Schutta? Me?! Bah. You foolish old man, you know nothing, now tell me where your stash is!” the Twi’lek bounty hunter thrusted her blaster’s butt into Glariel’s kidney. He fell back, soundlessly trying to breathe, but the pain was overwhelming for an old man like him.
Glariel hit his head on the side of his bed and laid there for a few seconds trying to get back to reality.
“Are you ready to answer?” the Twi’lek spoke, her voice seemed to change as if she suddenly cared for him. “Or shall I just finish you off now?”
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“Daren, do you know what that thing is ahead of us? It looks like a space station.” Max spoke into his comm unit, letting his confusion slowly enter his voice.
“I believe you are right sir.” was the short reply from Ensign Daren. His experience with fighters, obviously not his rank, was what got him into the elite Delta Squadron force. He was glad to be in the Delta unit too, he knew that it had it’s advantages.
“Impossible…” Max muttered under his breath. “What would a station be doing orbiting a planet like this? Was Intel correct? Or is this planet owned under hostile forces?”
“No sir. Germanican Gray Intel made sure. I was the one who oversaw it… sir.” Daren spoke, he didn’t seem to be focusing on the conversation.
“Maybe it isn’t inhabited?” Max ushered into the comm unit optimistically. “Or maybe it is owned by pirates? Either way, I think it would be a good vantage point for our observation of Yalara. I believe we shall board the station.”
“Yes sir.” Daren replied half-heartedly into the comm.
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“Sire, I am back as you commanded!” teased Glariel’s friend, Dursara, a Iridonian teenager.
As Dursara walked through the entrance hall and into the living quarters he heard a loud bang. He quickly ran to the source and as a twi’lek finished speaking a suffering Glariel looked up into Dursara’s eyes.
“Run!” is all Glariel managed to choke out as the horrified Dursara pulled out his DL-44 and aimed it at the Twi’Lek.
“Boy… you wouldn’t dare shoot me, would you?” the Twi’lek laughed nervously making a clicking sound in her throat.
“Want to test me?” Dursara retorted angrily. “It wouldn’t be the first, and I promise to make it quick. I promise.” Dursara flashed a toothy smirk.
“Even try and your friend here is fodder for the predators of the planet.” the Twi’lek threatened, clearly worried about her life more than she let on.
“I will let you go. Just give me your weapons and I will allow you to go peacefully… no bloodshed.” Dursara was frowning not willing to risk his friends life.
ship sir?” Daren asked questioningly.
Max was on board the station, by himself. Daren had asked him to at least take someone else with him, but Max had declined both times.
“Ensign Daren, do not ask again, I prefer to be alone. That way if I get captured you guys can get help.” Max knew he probably wouldn’t have to call for help, and Daren knew it.
“Yes sir.” Was the reluctant reply from the Ensign.
“No more comm cat to me anymore, unless it is important.” Max said steadily, lowering his voice as he made his way to a door that exited the hangar. ‘Is that clear Ensign?”
“Of course sir, no problem. Shall I report to Lieutenant Cor?” Lieutenant Cor, the head of the Psi fighter squadron. They were assisting Delta squadron and were waiting for permission to come into the system.
“Please do. Make sure he knows what is going on so far too.” Max spoke into his comm.
“Of course sir. Good luck.” Daren replied. “And may the force be with you.”
“And you too, my friend.” Max replied as he turned his comm off.
Max made his way through the door and pulled out his two sith warrior blades. He was ready for any resistance. He still wished he hadn’t left his sabre back on Germanica. The bladeshe had now could block most blaster fire, because of their cortosis weave, but they couldn’t cut through stuck doors, and the low hum of Max’s blade calmed him, it was like a deadly lullaby, that was only soothing to the host and allies, but to enemies, it was deadly.
Max made his way to where he guessed the control area. It would most likely be parallel of the hangar, perhaps higher up too. Each turn of the hallway could show an ambush of enemies, so Max was ready. He wasn’t going to get hurt this time. He had promised General Sarce, who knew Max always got hurt somehow on a mission.
There was a sudden hissing sound behind Max, that startled him so badly he jumped up and make a 180 degree turn ready to attack, but saw that the door had opened.
“Weird.” Max muttered to himself as he made his way back towards the direction of the control area.
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“Fool!” the Twi’lek said as she pulled her blaster away from Glariel and turned it to Dursara.
Dursara knew what she was about to do nearly before she could. He quickly pulled the trigger of his blaster and a big red bolt of energy went right through the Twi’Lek woman’s head.
A moan escaped her lips as she slowly fell down and a puddle of blood was made.
“That was a mistake.” Dursara said flashing a smile as he fell back against the wall.
“No. What you did was the mistake!” Glariel had spoken for the first time, too bad it was in a raspy voice that whimpered when it ended. “She is part of a mercenary group. If they find that she was last here, they will hunt us until either we die… or they do.”
“I am not afraid. If they want to mess with me or people I know, they will learn the hard way. My way!” Dursara shouted the last two words as if he truly did have a way of dealing with people. In fact, he had only killed several people in his life. He had learned how to use an handle a blaster from Glariel, but Glariel was better in melee combat.
Glariel shook his head and walked away. He wasn’t ready to fool around with this Iridonian. Dursara always had a temper, and when he got angry, you best stay away until he cooled a bit. “Sure you can.”
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Max continued through the halls pacing himself, trying to remember the way back out of there. He wasn’t too sure about this station, he was totally confused because there were no beings inhabiting the station, yet the station’s design was so advanced and beautiful that it must had been made recently.
Finally, after Max’s journey through the halls, fate slipped through the seams that were holding it back.
“Who are you?” came a deep voice in front of Max.
Max looked up and tried to see who was there, but in the end failed. He estimated that there were quite a few men there though, and they were well armed. “Just a young man trying to make his way in the world. And yourself?”
Max didn’t want to anger these men so he tried not to be the smart ass self he is. But as we know, temptation can take its toll on anyone, even the most powerful or ready.
“I guess you could call me a chance…” the voice spoke very sly-like, and with a hiss. “Let’s say that I can spare you for trespassing on my station, if you were to join my crew. What do you say?”
Max pretended to consider this proposal for a bit as the one man stepped out of the darkness and into the light next to Max. He grabbed Max’s shoulder as Max turned to him and replied. “Indeed. And what say would I achieve in doing so?”
The man chuckled slightly. “One thing would be your life, and the second thing would be power, credits and armies beyond your imagination!”
“What if I told you I already have power, credits, and armies beyond my imagination… and my life?” Max’s face suddenly reflected the one on the mans. A sly smile and stone hard eyes.
“You truly are foolish. I can tell just by looking at you that you don’t have any of these!” the man’s face went from a proud man to an angry man. “Do you know how easily I could kill you at this moment?”
“I am sure that you would try to kill me. But if you did, my armies would know and they would attack you. And then, someone would take my place as leader.” Max was the sly one now.
“Who are you, for real?” the man took a step back, trying to make it not-so-obvious.
“I am Jedi Max Reem. Leader of the Germanican Gray forces and son of the king of Germanica.” Max smiled and the man frowned.
“Germanican? You’re Germanican? No wonder you are so smug. You do look like the king, indeed. But why should I believe you? You could just be a liar!” the man stepped forward but his voice was trembling now.
“I am Germanican, and I am the heir to the thrown! I am here currently to take this station for Germanican forces, and I have Germanica’s most elite fighter force right out of this station including another squadron of Germanican Cloakshapes, that are assisting a Nebulon-B frigate and a Carrack-class Cruiser!” Max sounded pissed now. “And unless you want to be blasted down to pulp and then into nothing I suggest you stand down now and surrender your station!”
Max heard a blaster shot and saw a red bolt of energy swing by him. “Stand down.”
“Wise choice my friend.” Max smiled and put back one of his Sith swords, but kept the left one out. “Now, would you mind telling me what has been going on?”
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The man with a robe around a combat suit that concealed a bunch of blasters stepped up to Dursara. “Hello friend, would you happen to know where Travestone is? My group and I are looking for a few friends.”
“Yes, it’s due south, around 15 miles. I would suggest walking though. There are too many trees surrounding the town a speeder would get stuck.” Dursara replied with a melancholy tone.
“Thanks son. Could you show me though? I can’t quite get your meaning.” The man looked back at his men and smiled, but Dursara didn’t notice.
“OK, sure. I know just how to show you.” Dursara smiled and exited the shop with the men close on his heel.
“Thanks chap.” the man said as Dursara turned back to the men and pointed back, the man that wa sjust talking to him pulled out a blaster and shot at him, but Dursara jumped out of the way. A few steps laster and the man had a blaster point inches away from Iridonian’s face. “Hope you do better in your next life boy.”
“Too bad he won’t find out for a while…” A sullen voice spoke out, and as the man turned around to acknowledge it a green bolt of energy swung out from the voice’s direction and into the man’s stomach.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” another man yelled at the mysterious voice, but the voice didn’t care, he started shooting at the men as Dursara rushed away. The young Iridonian pulled a blaster off a corpse and started shooting at the men too.
Pew! Pew!
Two stray shots swung towards Dursara as his blaster shut off, cutting cleanly through the skin on his shoulder, burning it. He screamed. Pain, misery and anger washed into Dursara as he fell back down, vision slowly blurring and finally blinking out, and with one last hushed yell Glariel spoke. “Dursara! Don’t die, please don’t!”
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