Smuggler Archive

I am going to be developing a short story and decided to release my chapters in this forum as they are written. I'll take constructive crit and fix anything that needs to be, then I plan on releasing this to other forums as a full edition. I'm aiming for 5-10 chapters, I don't even have the full story in my head. But here is chapter one.

A Smuggler's Struggle.

Chapter 1: Awakening.

Morning light started to penetrate my closed eyelids. Consciousness started to slowly flow into my body as I began to regain control of my state of mind. My arms were first to move as I released them from their position upon my hips, drawing my hands over my eyes I slowly opened them realizing it was past morning, and the sun was directly above me. Slowly I raised off my knees and began to stretch.

"Good to see you alive Sel," Sheeana said jokingly. "You were in your trance for six hours this time."

I pulled out my datapad to fully notice the time, "Did you sleep any Sis?"

You never would have guessed we're family, our horn patterns differ; Our parents are of different sub-species of Zabrak.

"No. I stayed up thinking about what I'm going to get done for my tattoo."

I was honored when Sheeana gave me my facial tattoo about 3 years ago. Upon the 17th annual mark of my birth I chose to take the path of a rebel; a justice keeper; a warrior; a smuggler. She and I may have extreme hatred for our father, but he raised us with heritage, and honor.

"It's that time isn't it... you're practically an adult now," I said to her.

"I got a data transmission from Valor last night," she mumured, "shortly after you begain to meditate. He said that Iridonia took another meteor, almost hit the south outpost. He will meet us on Rori in 3 standard days."

I reached for my pack and started to gather my materials. "Any message from Imia?"

"She dismissed us after dealing with the Grauls." Sheeana reluctantly stated, "The hunters guild dispatched a team to collect her head. She didn't want to stay here any longer than necessary."

"You should know it first hand Sis, a bounty is a bounty."

"But not when they're you're friend!" Anger was in her voice, "You should know this first hand Selusa. Don't act all stubborn on me, don't forget all the times we aided those captives on Kashyyyk."

A distinct smell of oil and suspension exhaust filled my nostrils. "Sis, did you tune a droid lately?"

"...No" she said confusingly.

BOOM! A laser hit the tree I was leaning against.

"SH!T" I proclaimed, "They've tracked US!"

Nice story f00'

but could use detail, Im not getting that much of a visual image in my head, my imaginiation has to fill in alot of emptyness.

The beginning is a delicate time...
A good beginning! Of course, a Smuggler story must begin with someone trying to whack him in the first 10 minutes, because anything else would be boring!
What's his tattoo look like?

shadowwolf and I are working on actually collaborating our two stories into one EU. so the story will develope around alot of different things, so far this chapter takes place 13 years ago to our time in swg. I'm still a young hatchling smuggler. The history of me and my smuggling career will come later, but at the time of the story, I've been actively smugling for around 3 years.

To answer the question about the tat, honestly I need to sit down for a while with an ID and get the tat I'm looking for. I want the tat in the story to be the one I use in game.

These stories tell the history of my characters, whom are brother and sister.