Therakill
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LandFall!
Jace looked out the front view port as Nar Shaddaa came into view, it was almost as ugly as the Hutts that live there. But this was his first stop in his journey of finding out who backed the takeover of his planet and the murder of his family. As he neared the space lanes two fighters approached his ship, “Freighter NightWing, correct heading to the outer capital landing pad. The Hutts want to have a word with you, if you do not comply with this you will be shot down.”
“Now come on, what did I ever do to the Hutts? I have not seen one in 15 years? Not since my 15th birthday, when they crashed it. Is this about what happened then?” Jace asked smiling even though he knew they could not see him.
“Adjust course now or be shot down. That is your final warning!” The fighter’s pilot cut the transmission. Both fighters then took up positions on either side of the NightWing to escort him down.
“Well looks like I don’t have much of a choice.” Jace grimaces as his thoughts turn to the last year before his family was wiped out. That year was the happiest and now most bitter of his life, every happy memory was shadowed by the loss of them just a year later. For the last ten years that’s all he could think about. He turned on his auto pilot and put in the coordinates that he had been given.
Jace got up from the pilot seat and he headed back to his room and his locker. He grabbed his crimson leather duster and swung it over his shoulder. As he put his arm through his sleeves he attached his plastiod neck and shoulder armor. He grabbed both his lightsabers and sheathed them in his front pocket on his jacket. He grabbed his blaster pistol and stored it in his right holster. He checked his vest pouches for his ammo and grenades, he was now ready to head out.
Jace’s ship landed on a secluded space port, it did feel a little off but the force was telling him he had to go.
Jace looked out the front view port as Nar Shaddaa came into view, it was almost as ugly as the Hutts that live there. But this was his first stop in his journey of finding out who backed the takeover of his planet and the murder of his family. As he neared the space lanes two fighters approached his ship, “Freighter NightWing, correct heading to the outer capital landing pad. The Hutts want to have a word with you, if you do not comply with this you will be shot down.”
“Now come on, what did I ever do to the Hutts? I have not seen one in 15 years? Not since my 15th birthday, when they crashed it. Is this about what happened then?” Jace asked smiling even though he knew they could not see him.
“Adjust course now or be shot down. That is your final warning!” The fighter’s pilot cut the transmission. Both fighters then took up positions on either side of the NightWing to escort him down.
“Well looks like I don’t have much of a choice.” Jace grimaces as his thoughts turn to the last year before his family was wiped out. That year was the happiest and now most bitter of his life, every happy memory was shadowed by the loss of them just a year later. For the last ten years that’s all he could think about. He turned on his auto pilot and put in the coordinates that he had been given.
Jace got up from the pilot seat and he headed back to his room and his locker. He grabbed his crimson leather duster and swung it over his shoulder. As he put his arm through his sleeves he attached his plastiod neck and shoulder armor. He grabbed both his lightsabers and sheathed them in his front pocket on his jacket. He grabbed his blaster pistol and stored it in his right holster. He checked his vest pouches for his ammo and grenades, he was now ready to head out.
Jace’s ship landed on a secluded space port, it did feel a little off but the force was telling him he had to go.