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Thread: Commando Chronicles Chapter 1: New Worlds
. Also, this is purely fan fiction...several names and references (hell, the 2 characters introduced...not the bothan though) are drawn from the novel Im writing, as technically swg "takes place" after it. Which means, no copyright infringement on Lucas or anything (I stick to accurate names of ships and etc...essential guides help!)...plus nothing big on copyrighted material from me (as this is basically all SWG). In any case, im just rambling up here in italics...enjoy and stay tuned for the Next Chapter which heralds how I saved Corellia, the very first mission I ever took up in SWG!Commando Chronicles
Chapter 1: New Worlds
Who am I?
"Get up scum; fall in line."
Where am I?
The cold hard floor pressed against Stern’s ribs. A jarring pain rang through them as the Imperial officer kicked him once more, trying to stir the prisoner. His eyes opened to a blurry world. In front of where he lay, humans and aliens of all sorts were huddled like refuges, awaiting processing from another officer. The atmosphere around Stern was soft and muffled, all save the inner beating of his heart.
"Im not going to repeat myself! Get up!"
Am I dead?
Stern’s vision was still blurred, but he pushed the former thought out of his head. The pain was too real, but it at least was able to make him come to his senses. As he slowly rose, the Imperial officer pulled him up by his arm and shoved him into the line of the refuges. There, Stern leaned against the durasteel wall, attempting to make sense of what he had awaken to.
Synex...my name...Stern Synex...yes that’s it. But what happened? Was I drugged? Kidnaped? I can’t remember...wait...the wormhole. What had happened? How did I get stuck here? And where’s my ship!
His senses started to kick in, he couldn’t remember much more however. The line of refuges was dwindling at a rapid pace as they were being processed one by one by the Imperial officers at the table on the far side of the room. Stern wondered who these grey-clothed men were, he had never seen such a uniform or at least known of a group such as these. Also, what appeared to be a soldier stood guard at the door with an E11 Carbine in hand; he stood dauntingly in cold white armor. The armor to Stern seemed forbidding and sinister, unlike the IDI Commando armor he was used to.
IDI? Interplanetary Defense Initiative? Where did that come from? Commando?
At the sudden occurrence of the thought, Stern began wondering again who he was. The names sounded familiar, especially commando, but he couldn’t quite make what it all meant.. This spark of his past had to wait however.
"Synex! Over here now!" the Imperial officer yelled.
Snapping back to reality, Stern was processed by the Imperials. They committed many searches in finding out who their new prisoner was, but did so in vain. No records of Synex existed, and thus they had to rely solely on his testimony of who he was. As Stern found out during these processes, the officers were part of a galaxy-spanning military organization - The Empire. Instantly, recognizing the ill-treatment he had been shown and observed, Stern knew this Empire was an oppressive regime. Again, this realization sparked a new memory - War. Shadows in his mind reminded him of a distant, yet all too familiar foe.
"Well, it looks like you’re free to go Synex," the officer snarled, "Make your mark here on the line and you will be released to a planet of your choice."
Stern was carted off to receive his "lost gear" which apparently was someone else’s. A blaster pistol, some credits, and a few rations was all that was in the storage container. Next, he was brought to the hanger - or at least what he thought was the hanger.
Heh, after 20 years in Space, you’d think you would never see anything new in a space station.
Whisked off with little knowledge exactly where he was heading on the Lambda Shuttle that he was crammed into, Stern left the Imperial space station. A flight controller uttered the words Corellia and Doaba Guerfel, and that was that. Stern would have to wait to see what exactly the flight controller meant.
***
The shuttleports buzzed with life; Bothans, Twileks and creatures from all walks of life mingled about, some late for work, others haggling over a merchant’s Durni Fur Coat. The roar of the overhead starships shook the foundations of the buildings below, drowning out all other noise. It was in the afternoon, on a crystal blue day and the city was already bustling as it usually was. Despite its remoteness, Doaba Guerfel was quite a populated city.
Inside the starport, the hangers were equally busy. Three Gallofree Transports began their descent into the docking hangers to unload foodstuffs, several TIE Fighters took off in search of a Rebel X-wing Patrol. Ships and transports of all sizes departed and landed in the busy hangers of the City. Midst of all this action, a single Lambda Shuttle descended from the atmosphere and landed in Docking Bay 95.
Within less than a minute of landing, the landing platform opened up the belly of the shuttle. Two Imperial Navy Troopers escorted a disheveled figure, and threw him onto the hard ferracrete of the Hanger Bay. It was none other than Stern Synex, newly arrived from the clutches of the Empire.
Coughing up a touch of dirt from the ferracrete, Stern got to his feet and dusted himself off. All around him gigantic furry creatures were unloading cargo from docked transports, none of who paid any heed to the new sentient in the hanger. None save for one, another furry creature, but this one being a rather short fellow. A Bothan, Stern later found out, came up to him and begun questioning him in an alien dialect.
"Suti irraid inot?" The Bothan questioned.
"Uhh....No me comprende?" Stern stupidly replied.
The Bothan raised an eyebrow and smirked, " Yeti ti basoc?"
Attempting to try and communicate with him, Stern flailed his arms about, trying to communicate with gestures. It wasn’t until he said something tangible that the two got somewhere on the communication spectrum.
"Ahh you do speak Basic!" The Bothan said, "Why didn’t you say so? I can understand and speak Basic just as good as Bothese."
"Bothese?" Stern replied.
"My native language....you don’t seem to be from around these parts are you?"
"Quite frankly, I don’t even know what galaxy I’m in at the moment," Stern said shrugging his shoulders.
"Hmm, well that isn’t good I guess," The Bothan smirked," In any case, I’m Axad Tvo’da at your service, and whom do you go by as?"
"Stern Synex, I just got thrown off–err landed with the compliments of several Imperial Officers."
"Ah, I see," Axad said, "Those Imperial buffoons never know when to stop harassing people. I might as well be the welcoming wagon; Welcome to Corellia Stern."
"Corellia?" Stern asked," I Heard this name before, but what planet is it?"
"Yes Corellia, it’s a Core World that’s on a crossroad of several major hyperspace routes spanning the entire galaxy."
"I see. At least the term hyperspace sounds familiar. From where I came from, we used hyperspace extensively...or at least I think so. When the Imperials found me, I had no clue where or who I was. Heck, even now I can’t really remember much of what happened before then." Stern said scratching the top of his head.
"Hmm, well that isn’t good as well," Axad replied, cracking another grin, "But, you’re just in luck my friend. Did you know that Bothans, like myself, are considered lucky?"
"Lucky? Like a rabbit’s foot?" Stern asked.
"Rabbit’s Foot? Erm, well, I guess. Whatever that is, if its lucky, then it’s like me. And you’re in for just that luck, I’ve been looking for a few sentients to help me with this mission I have see..."
"Mission?"
"Yes, a mission!" Shouted Axad, "You may be new here, but if you help me I can get you properly orientated and help you start off like new. Come, lets go to the cantina and I’ll explain all the details Stern."
Thus Stern followed his new furry Bothan friend. However, he still had no idea what was in store of him on this new world, and any other world in this galaxy a matter of fact. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he may not want to know just yet. To start off, he had no idea what a cantina was either.
Lets hope its what I think it is...
***
On the far side of the galaxy, another wormhole opened up over the space lanes of Naboo. A lone A-22 Starfire emerged from the swirling vortex, streaking toward the green planet, home to the Queen of Naboo. The badly damaged T-Wing variant fell through the atmosphere like a meteorite, careening through the air. Illuminated in flames, the fighter impacted just outside Theed.
The fighter wreck was still somewhat intact, luckily for the pilot inside. It’s cockpit canopy was still in its original shape, and managed to open without requiring a swift kick to the hatches. Smoke and gas flooded to the outside atmosphere as the canopy hissed open. A dark figure emerged.
It was a pleasant sunny day on the Nabooian Plain, only tarnished by the fighter wreck that crashed next to the bridge leading into Theed. As the figure emerged from the shattered ruins of the fighter, the sunlight hit in full beam. Emerging, was a tall slender woman. Her brown hair was loose and down to her shoulders, which fluttered in the breezy air. She wore a standard IDI issued blue and gold fighter jumpsuit.
Well that wasn’t one of my better landings. That wormhole brought me here, but exactly where is here? I’ll just have to find out as I go along I guess; I need to find him first. He shouldn’t be far...
The woman uncovered her duel wield Commando Pistols from the Starfire’s Cockpit and holstered them. Leaving the ruined wreck behind, she began to stroll toward the City. A strange new world for her to explore, yet another obstacle in the way of her quest.
I will find him, even if it takes my entire life.
Message Edited by StarNick on 10-24-2004 10:46 PM
Dammit, the story had to end.
) and B) I worked to get that intro out for an entire night, heh wanted to share it rather than bombard you guys with a 20 page intro.
Message Edited by StarNick on 10-25-2004 04:06 PM