Hi all,

This is page three of my Backstory I hinted I may post a while back. Hopefully a few more people have started creating and we can start to see some more posts in this section.

Thanks to Gojira101 who has taken the plunge and posted the beginnings for his story and here's hoping to see a bit more.

I'm not going to post any more myself just yet as I wish to finish the story and obtain permission to use it as I hoped before posting more of it.

But do please join in with this section if you'd like..

Page Three

Outside a stream of containers of various sizes came tumbling out and surrounded the vessel carrying For, some getting a little too close. The edges of the crates could be seen glowing as they began to heat up when they hit the first layer of the planet's atmosphere. For's vessel was still spinning but so far avoided contact with anything, until a junked generator unit loomed up in front of the cockpit window. For quickly concentrated on the image of the projectile he was in begin to rotate. Using the Force, the ship did indeed slightly shift on it's axis and the generator slipped by between the vessel's fins without damage.
“That could have been a problem.” the Jedi said to himself.
Looking outside again he could see burning and decided he needed to ignite the stabilisers so he had “control” of the vessel. One by one they flicked into life and steadied the spinning, and smoothed out the trajectory, heading to the surface. For then realised what LM75 had meant by things will start to heat up. The temperature in the cockpit had risen and now he was looking through an orange tinted canopy, as the friction outside caused the atmosphere to burn and glow. Unfortunately now wasn't the time to admire the display and For nudged the control stick to point the vessel towards the northern hemisphere's outer islands. The clouds began to part and the glowing wind shield dimmed allowing the Jedi to see the planet surface for the first time. Although the planet appeared to be totally undeveloped and consisted of jungle and ocean, For had been warned that it was populated on the southern landmasses, and that the native inhabitants weren't particularly fond of humanoid visitors.
The Kon'me were a reptilian species more akin to the turtle creatures of Naboo, those famous for swimming alongside Bongo submersibles, in that although bipedal they also sported what appeared to be leathery shell-like growths on their backs. Kon'me also had short limbs compared to the size of their shell and their faces were lizard like. Membranes acted as eyelids and they had forked tongues. Their appearance and the fact Bal'demnic was situated at the crossroads of several Outer Rim Territory routes meant that they were more comfortable with non-human visitors. Not that they wouldn't interact with you, but you would have to earn their respect or have something they valued to be welcomed warmly. But first, For had to land his vehicle and meet his contact before meeting the natives. What had Master Yoda once said, oh yes, “Focused on the present your mind should be, worry not the future, be mindful of here and now!” Reaching down to a lever For deployed the wings and the craft began to slow even more and took on a shape not unlike the Hawk-bats that called this planet home.

On the pristine sand of the beach the female stranger peered into the sky and out of the mist saw what she had feared, a flight of Confederation Droid Tri-Fighters. The automated machines were homing in on something in the cloud base, a flock of Hawk-bats, thank the Force. But the relief was short lived as the young woman noticed one of the bats looked slightly different, slightly angular, larger, unnatural even. Then it dawned on her, that was no bat, but was the stealth glider she had been waiting for. And the Tri-Fighters were heading straight for it.
“Well! Nice to have some company, hello Hawk-bats!” For said out loud, mostly to himself, “So far, so g..”
Then that sense of foreboding flooded back into his consciousness. What was wrong? A screech of agony pierced the air as one of the bats exploded. Wait! Why would a bat just disintegrate? Suddenly a Tri-Fighter broke through the clouds on the far side of the flock it's turbo-lasers blazing.
“Oh no! They aren't supposed to patrol this far north!” the Jedi thought out loud.
For realised he had to take evasive action but was still over the water and only just had sufficient altitude and distance to glide to where he could land. Any change in course would prevent him reaching solid ground. Looking round For noticed a headland snaking into the ocean. If only he could reach that outcrop maybe he could, then another round of lasers eliminated the Hawk-bat nearest to him. The decision was made for him and he nudged the glider over toward the tree covered sliver of land. The Tri-Fighter also turned, trying to lock onto what it perceived to be the final bat of the flock. Closer it drew and just as the glider crossed the boundary of water and solid ground the Fighter fired a salvo. The bolts streaked past either side of the cockpit, but one clipped the vertical fin, breaking off the stabiliser. For felt the impact and unlatched the canopy as the next volley of shots rained in. At the last split second the Jedi pushed the glider into a roll, inverting it, just as there was a mighty metallic tearing explosion and a fireball.

The stranger on the sands below saw all of this and could only watch on as debris began to fall from the sky. The pieces left trails of smoke behind like streamers in a downward spiral. Suddenly the woman flinched and realised she had to get to the crash site. Vital data may have been in the glider to assist in the mission and had to be retrieved. The act of remembering a fallen Jedi would have to wait until after the mission. That is if anybody survived the mission. With that thought, she adjusted her goggles and mask then ran with inhuman speed into the shadows of the jungle canopy. The Tri-Fighters turned and flew back south and out of sight.

The Confederation Security Officer strode to the door of the Operations Centre and waited to be summoned.
“Enter!” came the barked order.
The officer entered and there in front of him lay the control room for the whole mining operation, with a holographic map table dominating the centre of the room. Around the walls hung banks of screens and displays showing temperatures and weather patterns, drilling depths, graphs, charts, whilst others had images of the mine itself and the seams of the mineral being extracted.
“Well what have you to report?” snapped his superior.
“Er, The Droid Fighters were sent to scan the landing area for the requested garbage dump and found a flock of Hawk-bats circling, probably thinking there may be an easy meal for them. We dealt with them easily enough. Everything else checked out Sir!”
“You dealt with the Hawk-bats eh? WELL DON'T WASTE VALUABLE RESOURCES SHOOTING DOWN THE WILDLIFE! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR! We don't want to upset the natives if we shoot a family pet by accident, they are tiresome at the best of times, understood?” snarled the commanding officer, “Now leave!”
“Yes Sir!” came the reply as the Trooper was already turning on his heels to leave.
Once out of the chamber the Commanding Officer turned to a robed figure stood looking out of the shielded windows. Only this figure was wearing a black set of robes which had some form of heraldic trim decorating it's edges. Fastening the robes closed was an elaborate brooch plate. Under the hood was a sallow, grey face with silvery, receding hair. Below the face's distinctive hawkish nose, a thin cruel looking mouth cracked open, “I do hope that all is going to plan, for your sake Larsh”
“Why, yes my Lord all is proceeding as you wished, just some trigger happy drone pilot shooting some Hawk-bats. It won't happen again.” came the slightly shaky reply.
“Make sure it doesn't. Nothing can be allowed to interfere with our goal. Do I make myself clear?”
Larsh Hill felt the air turn cold as the cloaked figure rasped his instructions, and knew the consequences if he were to fail to fulfil them, “Of course my Lord I will see that he is removed from duties straight away, may I be permitted to..”
The robed figure just raised his hand and gestured that Larsh should leave, and Larsh Hill didn't require two invitations to get out of there. He quickly turned and followed his Security officer out of the chamber.
'Just some Hawk-bats? Hmmm.' The robed figure's eyes narrowed in quiet thought.

Kind regards,

For tyeth (?)

Awesome!

I'm afraid I won't have this vocabulary level when writing my own though :/

A very pleasant read to see the whole story unravel before our eyes, really great read. Thanks!

Hi Faethien,

I wouldn't worry about your vocabulary level, it is most impressive. I will be celebrating FORTY years on the 17th Dec, to get to this level and I am still learning things!
I am glad you have enjoyed my "journey" so far and I hope to get the story finished and approved by certain people, so I may use it for a project I've planned. I will then be able to post the rest of the story.

Keep on writing and it will get better the more you do!

For Tyeth

Oh this is nice, I sort of invented a Jedi Character who was hiding form the Empire since the purge and has finally been cornered by Vader for a little, very rough, guerilla, short I shot this weekend as my final for my intro to film class. I may have to flesh that character out more and get in on this.

Oh and to be frank Faethien if you did not tell us you were not a native English speaker, most of us would never know.

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