Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Chapter 2

Hades Ortul opened the plasteel container and shifted though the contents. Unable to find what he was looking for, he closed the container and made his way out of the cargo bay. At the pilot's station of the KSE Firespray was a mandalorian in his traditional armor.

"We're out of booze," Hades said, taking the seat next to the pilot. "I'm surprised Ordo, you normally never run out of any kind of alcohol.

"Whatever, have you heard of this group called the 'Mandalorian Republic Army?' They sound pretty kriffin' sweet. They just blow stuff up!" Ordo said enthusiastically. Hades let out an exasperated sigh. Just as he put his face in the palm of his right hand, a beeping sound emitted from the dashboard. Waving his free hand casually, a holographic image of an armored Quarren appeared on a small pedestal that jutted up from the center console.

"Hey Jessek!" said Ordo, happily to the image. Hades released another sigh, and returned his face to his palm.

"Hades and Ordo, we are about to enter the system right now," Jessek said. As soon as the last word was spoken, a medium-sized gunship shot out from the black of space and hurtled toward the planet.

"Meet my group at Katraasii Starport," Jessek told them. Hades gave a slight nod to the hologram, opening his mouth to speak before being cut off by Ordo giving a noisy shout.

"Let's blow some stuff up and party afterwards!" shouted Ordo, quickly followed by another sigh from Hades. The man turned back to the hologram.

"You can pay me back in booze."

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Chapter 1

Jessek awoke with a start. His skin was unusually moist for a Quarren. He pushed his bed sheets away and sat up, looking out the viewport into the mess of blue of hyperspace. The Legacy was underway to the planet of Katraassii in the Outer Rim. They had fought their way through attacking Imperials in the Vergesso asteroids with their rebel friends. Though they had considered their escape successful, Jessek felt only loss. During the escape, a pursuing Star Destroyer had blown a hole in the Legacy. Ailyn Vel had been sucked out into space. Before any rescue could be attempted, the ship had jumped to hyperspace. Weeks passed, and the pain in Jessek's heart grew worse. Until two days ago, Alliance Intelligence received a tip off that Ailyn might be alive on the planet Katraassii. Now they were on their way. Jessek swung his feet over the edge and got up stretching. Slowly, he made his way to the cockpit. The ATAT/i gunship was large enough to house a crew of six and carry up to eight passengers, making it the perfect choice for a pirate vessel.

As the Quarren made his way through the ship, he entered one of the ship's large cargo bays. Inside this particular cargo bay was his own personal starfighter. The unnamed TIE Defender prototype had been stolen on a raid of the Kuat Drive Yards. Underneath the fighter, was a green rodian covered in a light armor. Holstered on both of his hips were a pair of DL-44 blaster pistols. Covering the rodian face, was a large metal face mask. In his hand was a sparking fusion cutter that generated the sparks that fell from the Defender's panel and onto the rodian's armor.

"Jak!" Jessel yelled out to the rodian below. The two antennae at the top of Jak's head twitched in response, and he switched the tool off, causing the flying sparks to stop. Flipping the metal face mask up, Jak looked up at his captain.

"What's up boss?" Jak shouted up.

"How's the ship coming?" Jessek replied.

"She'll be alright," Jak explained. "Just a small scratch on one of her panels." Jessek gave a slight nod, his tentacles twitching in thought.

"Where's everone else?" Jessek asked.

"Sish is in the cockpit, Barbaros is with Tik in the mess, and Kalima is doing whatever it is Force Witches do." Giving another nod, Jessek turned and walked down the catwalk to the door at the far end of the cargo bay. As the door swung open, the sounds of the fusion cutter began once more, only to be cut out of existence as the door slid shut behind him. Continuing past the turret ladder, jessek opened the door to the cockpit and walked in.

Inside the cockpit, a large Trandoshan sat at the controls. Outside, a torrent of swirling blue passed them. As Jessek entered, Sish Sadeet gave an evil grin, revealing the sharp teeth common to his species.

"We are about to come out of hypersspasse boss." He said in his heavily accented Galactic Basic. Jessek took a seat in the chair next to the lizard.

"What's the word on Hades and Ordo?" Jessek said, looking out of the viewport into the hyperspace lane flying past.

"Both are waiting for usss, in sysstem," Sish replied.

"Alright," Jessek said, leaning forward. "Bring us into the Katraassii System."

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Prologue

Lightning lit the dark skies of Malachor V a blaze as the Starviper entered the atmosphere. Aboard, four men sat in silence; one at the pilot's station, and three in the back. Three of the men, the pilot among them, were dressed in armor bearing the symbol of the Black Sun Criminal Organization. The fourth was armored in the style of the Mandalorians, a race of warfaring humanoids from the planet of Mandalore. Across his back was a long black cape that hid his black armor. Attached to his belt was the curved hilt of a lightsaber. The ship made a slight bump as it hit Malachor's surface. The Mandalorian got to his feet and walked towards the exit ramp.

"Guard the ship for my return," the Mandalorian commanded in a droning voice. The three nodded in affirmation before turning to each other to talk. The gravel crunched as the Mandalorian stepped off the Starviper. In the distance, a large temple stood poised, illuminated against the lightning. Knowing his destination, the Mandalorian began walking, determined to take the secrets inside. As time passed, the Mandalorian reached his objective. The entrance was made of black stone, at the sides of the large doors were two lifesize statues of men, each holding stone lightsabers in front them.

Before the Mandalorian could take a step towards the door, a loud scream sounded behind him. Turning around, the Mandalorian saw four hulking stormbeasts come into view. The Mandalorian thrust his armored hand out towards the beasts, causing them to whimper in fear and crawl away. Unhindered, the Mandalorian turned to face the entrance. Something had changed. The statues guarding the door had moved closer to him, eyes and lightsabers glowing red. The Mandalorian reached for his lightsaber, pulling it off his belt and switching the blood red blade on. The statues accepted the challenge, rushing forward to finish their opponent quickly. The Mandalorian held his hand out, shooting dark blue bolts of lightning from his fingertips to his opponents. One of the statues was consumed by the lightning immediately, exploding as the electricity came into contact with the stone. The other held it's saber up, absorbing the lightning and continuing it's charge. The statue went up for a high section chop. In the blink of an eye, the Mandalorian sliced the statue in half. The statue froze in it's place, the top half sliding down and crashing on the ground.

The inside was dark, but the Mandalorian could make his way through the hall with little trouble. The halls were lined with statues of different men and women. Some wore flowing robes of stone, or armor of rock. As the Mandalorian came to the end of the hall, one statue was unfinished. The next room emitted a green glow. As the Mandalorian walked inside, he came upon a room larger then any he had seen before in his lifetime. The stone walls were covered with hieroglyphs and pictures from long ago. The cavernous room was large enough to hold the Imperial Palace on the Imperial Center. Inside was a pyramid entirely of red crystal. The Mandalorian stood on a balcony at the same height of the pyramid's apex.

"Welcome," a voice said. "I am the gateway to Chaos."