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Life
There are so many different endings to life. The tragic kinda where the hero falls in his last battle in order to save everyone from certain doom.
Or perhaps the morunful kind where a family member losses the will to live on for the sake of others. But it is the beginnings in which no one seems to remember most of the time. Mine wasint so different from someone else that I have known for most of my life. My brother Jack Cavi. Growing up together we were inseparable. Fun and adventure was our game. When roaming the around the city together with our family. I learned the same as my brother did. Languages, piloting and other things. But I had a bit of my own litte life that I kept from my family. Even my brother. Usualy I would tell my mother and father that I would be doing some type of activity for academics.
In truth, I was running with thugs that worked for the hutts. They taught me how to use a blaster pistol and a rifle along with other techniques such as explosives. Im even pretty good with a rocketpack. Ah flying. Another favorite past time of mine. Flying ships was the closes thing me and my brother could do without our egos getting in the way of eachother.
Finaly I was old enough to enlist with the republic with my brother.
But he considered me "spoiled" since I didint decide to go along with the plan.
Instead I jumped ship on the next transport that lead off courscant.
Landing on Tatooine was the best thing that had happend to me.
Soon I was running with small time gangs untill I was walking with the big rancors. I even had a personal few missions given to me by a hutt.
I have to say im fairly decent within the world of crime.
But that doesnt mean I cant be an average kind of guy when I want to.
Infact my latest job was over seeing a security force upon a rather large frigate. Except not even I was told of where we were going. A planet needed to be mined for some very important resources that could go to either side of the galactic fleets. Of course not directly. Only the ones that would take it illegaly. Whatever we were sent to mine, something went wrong.
I hear the faint blood curdling screams in the hallways around this ship.
The remaining forces that make up the security force I once had are now terrified with fear. They ask me..."Is there no help coming!? Are we all going to die in this forsaken ship?!...I can only reassure them of hope.
Message recording has begun......
Please speak clearly and have clear view of yourself within proximity of the hologram
.................................................
Jack. Its been along time since we last menced words. And im afraid I need your help. Right now, me and a couple of other men ar....(hologram becomes distorted before reverting to a normal condition.) People are dead and I fear that were going to be the next victims of whatever is killing off the crew.
The coordinates to our last known location over the planet will be displayed after this message terminates itsself. The armory's power supply is dimming quickly and this message should drain all thats left. And soon we will have to move out.
Brother if your watching this...please help me out this one time....
Message terminated due to lack of energy. Please contact this reciever at another time. Have a nice day!
-Message End-
Life
There are so many different endings to life. The tragic kinda where the hero falls in his last battle in order to save everyone from certain doom.
Or perhaps the morunful kind where a family member losses the will to live on for the sake of others. But it is the beginnings in which no one seems to remember most of the time. Mine wasint so different from someone else that I have known for most of my life. My brother Jack Cavi. Growing up together we were inseparable. Fun and adventure was our game. When roaming the around the city together with our family. I learned the same as my brother did. Languages, piloting and other things. But I had a bit of my own litte life that I kept from my family. Even my brother. Usualy I would tell my mother and father that I would be doing some type of activity for academics.
In truth, I was running with thugs that worked for the hutts. They taught me how to use a blaster pistol and a rifle along with other techniques such as explosives. Im even pretty good with a rocketpack. Ah flying. Another favorite past time of mine. Flying ships was the closes thing me and my brother could do without our egos getting in the way of eachother.
Finaly I was old enough to enlist with the republic with my brother.
But he considered me "spoiled" since I didint decide to go along with the plan.
Instead I jumped ship on the next transport that lead off courscant.
Landing on Tatooine was the best thing that had happend to me.
Soon I was running with small time gangs untill I was walking with the big rancors. I even had a personal few missions given to me by a hutt.
I have to say im fairly decent within the world of crime.
But that doesnt mean I cant be an average kind of guy when I want to.
Infact my latest job was over seeing a security force upon a rather large frigate. Except not even I was told of where we were going. A planet needed to be mined for some very important resources that could go to either side of the galactic fleets. Of course not directly. Only the ones that would take it illegaly. Whatever we were sent to mine, something went wrong.
I hear the faint blood curdling screams in the hallways around this ship.
The remaining forces that make up the security force I once had are now terrified with fear. They ask me..."Is there no help coming!? Are we all going to die in this forsaken ship?!...I can only reassure them of hope.
Message recording has begun......
Please speak clearly and have clear view of yourself within proximity of the hologram
.................................................
Jack. Its been along time since we last menced words. And im afraid I need your help. Right now, me and a couple of other men ar....(hologram becomes distorted before reverting to a normal condition.) People are dead and I fear that were going to be the next victims of whatever is killing off the crew.
The coordinates to our last known location over the planet will be displayed after this message terminates itsself. The armory's power supply is dimming quickly and this message should drain all thats left. And soon we will have to move out.
Brother if your watching this...please help me out this one time....
Message terminated due to lack of energy. Please contact this reciever at another time. Have a nice day!
-Message End-
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