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Old 02-24-2005, 08:22 AM   #41
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That would be cool if Lucas gave you his permission for this to be published... would it still be called the Fifth Sweep? If so, I'll be looking for it and might just buy it.


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Old 02-24-2005, 10:17 AM   #42
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I can hope I guess...
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He dragged in the smell of the jungle before starting his path through the dense forest.
Memories, painful, like daggers sinking into his mind. How he missed his master, and how he cursed him for choosing him.
But that was a long time ago
Before he had understood how hard it had been, and what a honour it was to be one of the last. His master had never called it by its name, even though he often had mumbled it quietly.
His master had been more depressing than himself, since he had more memories, and greater knowledge than his student.
Stopping in front of the old ruins, he stepped up to the gate, which opened into a dark room. Stepping through it, he could feel the years for a moment lift off his shoulders, and it was suddenly easier to breathe.
Inside was complete silence, the sounds of the jungle were all shut out.
Even though it was darker than the darkest night, he marched on, into the empty blackness. Through corridors and up stairs, he finally made his way to a door, and upon opening it, light shone on his face for the first time since he entered the temple. A window was the source of the dim light, and under it lay a bed, carved out a stoneblock, with old, filthy rags lying over it.
He opened his mouth for the first time in a decade.
"Home."
Stumbling onto the bed, he slept more peaceful than ever before.



***********


Today was the day
Zamar listened to the mumbling in the room he had been living in for months, defenseless. Now, he could continue his escape, and find another place to start his tailoring again.
"Please, be quiet everyone. The doctor needs outmost silence to perform this delicate surgery."
A lie, Zamar knew by now, used just since the doctor hated Basic.
During the months he had laid there, unable to move, people had came to see who this sole survivor was, and some even actually talked to him. Zamar, incapabable of looking occupied, saw no escape from answering the simple questions about his regular day-life.
A female had even tried to hit on him, but Zamar had quickly turned her down by talking about an "accident" he had.
Worked since I was 17....
"So Zamar, let's see your face now?"
The doctor's calm voice, speaking in Mon Calamarian, which Zamar hadn't realized until a visitor pointed it out.
Zamar felt the bandage being carefully pulled away from his face, and he opened his eyes and looked into the red face of a Mon Calamarian, smiling calmly at him.
Knowing how his apperance was, with darkbrown, nearly black eyes, a near "perfect" nose. His thick, untidy darkbrown hair had grown even more, and the doctor brushed it away carefully.
"That wasn't too bad was it?"
Zamar stayed put, hearing the mumbling again. He closed his eyes again, surprised by the strong light around him.
The doctor took away the rest of the bandages, and soon helped Zamar up from the bed.
"Seems you are in better shape than I thought. You could walk out of here today!"
Looking around him, he recognized the voices he had been conversing with. He realized that he was standing straight, and quickly sunk together, going from 1.88m to a much shorter size.
"Today?"
The doctor nodded, and Zamar located the door and started walking towards it.
"No no no!"
Nelor laughed at the patient, seemingly determined to leave.
"Many here would like to buy you a drink... You have become quite a legend in here, seeing how you survived that shuttle crash and all. Plus, we have received
quite an impressing collection of new building-material. The new medical centre will be the best one on Tatooine!
Zamar looked wearily at the doctor, now like a child, over-excited over a new toy.
A young twi'lek woman suddenly appeared behind him, with skin as red as the setting sun.
Quietly sinking into the horizion over Naboo's surface, burning like fire before finally disappearing.
"Hi, I'm Zoe"
A broad smile and a hand, soft and small. She couldn't be much older than eighteen.
Zamar opened his mouth, while taking the hand slowly, shaking it carefully.
"Zamar"
Another smile and quiet giggling behind her.
"Yes, I know... My dad said that you were the best tailor on Tatooine."
Zamar stared at the girl. How did people know about him? He never got many orders, and when they came, it was always from the same customers.
"Do many people know about me?"
She shook her head and added.
"He ordered a costume for a mascerade. A masterpiece, that's what he said afterwards."
Zamar nodded and then looked around him. He know understood why so many had came to visit him. Tailors were rare, especially ones that made clothes for nonhumans. And a tailor surviving a shuttle crash, but not the trained guards on it?
"I'm just wondering, just how exactly did you prepare yourself for the crash?"
The question came from a small man, looking up at the ragged tailor.
"I embraced the fact I was finally going to die."
With that, Zamar left the room to find his clothes.


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Old 03-03-2005, 06:50 AM   #44
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This is by the way the suckiest two segments, at least if you ask me..


Aliss jumped up and down, waving frantically at Senator 53.
It had taken a long time to get tickets for his seminare, but it was all worth it. She had easily disposed of a diplomat from a distant system, and was now trying to get the Senator's attention. She now knew he was crazy about women, especially redhaired ones. A quick visit to a hair-dresser and a change of clothes and she looked just like Senator 53's dreamgirl.
Finally, he caught her in his sight, and motioned to his guard to let her pass.
Smiling, and trying to look as braindead as the girls in the commercials, she soon stood next to the Senator, who licked his lips while eyeing her.
"Name....citizen?"
He was short, and Aliss wasn't that tall herself, only 1.67 meters.
"I'm Reva, and I just love what you are doing for Corouscant!"
He nodded, not even listening.
"How about a drink, at my apartment?"
Aliss was disgusted, but thanked her mother, who had enrolled her in a theatrical academy. She had been one of the best in the class in acting, and she still had some skill left, even though she never used her dramatical side.
"I would love to!"
The Senator waved with his hand, and his bodyguards started to plow a way through the crowd. All the time, Senator 53 was staring at Aliss chest, not even trying to hide it.
This would be a long night...



***********


Yma yawned in her desk. She had been in this bench for over six hours. This was the last class before the vacation started, and the rest of the class were already focused on the door behind the hologram of the teacher.
"....please open section A7 of your datapads. I want to make sure you understand what the lessons are in that section. Lia?"
Lia stood up, and spoke as robot, without even thinking. Yma had been one of the last to learn section A fully, and she could now, as the rest of the class, read it out on the top of their heads.
Looking over at the empty desk next to Lia, where Tor used to sit, she realized it had been a long time since a guard suddenly came in to take the boy away. When Yma had asked her parents where he had been taken, all they could say was that Tor's parent were also gone, taken in by the Empire.
"The Empire has given us relief in a time of pain and hopelessness, and freed us from unnamed evils."
The hologram nodded, pleased with the student.
The door to the classroom opened, and a officer walked in, followed by two stormtroopers.
All children in the room stood up as one, and saluted by holding a clutched fist to their foreheads.
Yma remembered when she had asked why salutes were different for different sections of the Empire.
"You touch your forehead to show that you are learning the only true way in the galaxy"
Without a word, the officer stepped up to the holographic projector and with a code, shut it down. Then, he turned to the troopers, and with a nod stepped out the door.
Yma didn't understand what was happening as the troopers swung up their carbines. When the blasters hit the desks and children, her mind wasn't working. She threw herself behind her desk, praying to the Empire to forgive her for her sins.
The troopers stopped firing, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Soon, everything went quiet as the sound of restrained breathing slowly died out.


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Old 03-03-2005, 10:45 AM   #46
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Well, the schoolscene is quite horrible..


Anyway... here comes a bit more... For all you mattbacca lovers


"Tonight you better stay awake Bleedie."
Mattbacca stopped eating his food, and looked up at the one-armed wookiee, who had taught him simple survival tricks the last few months. In exchange she had squeezed out everything he remembered about Kashyyyk.
Mattbacca swallowed the porrage-like substance in his mouth and then shot a glance around him.
"How so?"
The wookiee leaned closer before resuming.
"I heard a lizard wants to see your blood."
Mattacca sighed before nodding.
"I'll stay awake."
The wookiee nodded and turned around, walking to her own corner.
"Thank you" He called out after. She stopped, nodded and then sat down at one end, with space around her, since everyone feared the wookiee.
He realized that he had become a bit like her. Too soft to become the Champion though, but that didn't matter. Mattbacca still had hope, hope to see the trees of his homeplanet once again, to sit on the highest branches and stare out over the green landscape.
"Lights go out in ten seconds!"
The voice came from one of the guards, standing next to the door. The guard looked around one last time before stepping outside the door, and Mattbacca could hear it lock before everything went black.
Grunts were heard as everyone tried to make themselves comfortable with the blankets they had to sleep on. The young wookiee himself closed his eyes, and silently moved away from his regular spot.
Soon, loud snoring was heard, but as Mattbacca smelled the air, he felt the stench of the lizard move across the room, towards his bundle.
The Trandoshan probably hoped that by beating the wookiee up it wouldn't get punished, and still calm its rage.
As the creature realized Mattbacca wasn't there, it made a low growl, before turning back into its own corner.
For a moment, Mattbacca felt the urge to leap up and beat the Trandoshan, but came to his senses before it had become a fix idea.
He stayed awake the rest of the night, unable to fall asleep on the hard floor.



***********


"How about going to Mos Espa?"
Zamar looked up at the twi'lek. He had been living in her small home, and as payment, he had taken up sewing again, giving her clothes as he completed them.
Zoe lived alone at the edge of Mos Entha, in a small house. Her parents worked on a moisture farm, but when she had turned sixteen, Zoe, gifted with what was considered a beatiful voice, moved to Entha to see more of the life in the galaxy.
"Mos Espa? Why?"
She gave him another smile. It seemed she could never run out of those, even though she barely made enough living by helping in the local cantina. She was only eigtheen, as Zamar had guessed when he first set his eyes on her. From that moment on, she had taken care of him, since the hotel had thrown him out and the doctor had received his payment. Zamar kept his fortune a secret, and it would take some time before the doctor could go to Espa and open the deposit where Zamar had told him he would find a bonus for nursing him. The doctor would probably not expect to find over twenty-thousand credits inside. A mere nothing of the money Zamar had stowed away here and there. Money that meant nothing for him.
"Because in Espa, there will be a gladiator-fight! Tomorrow night!"
Zamar sighed. It was a waste of time killing each other. Why have slaves do it for entertaiment?
"And in Espa, there are shops near the starport, where you can buy tailoring-equipment."
"And then what young twi'lek?"
Zoe's smile faded as she looked over the tailor.
"You can stay here, live with me for a while, and then, when you can afford it, a place of your own."
Zamar shook his head softly. The days he had spent with the twi'lek had been a complete change of his habits. He had gone up as usual, before the sun, to exercise, but instead of going directly to tailoring, he made breakfast for Zoe. She seemed delighted every time he cooked, something he didn't understand.
The past was filled with ungratefullness
"I was going off this planet when the shuttle crashed. There's a thug after me."
Zoe looked over him, before folding one of her dresses.
"Well, where were you going? I mean, Tatooine is the best place to live on!"
"I was going to Lok.... They need tailors there."
Zoe frowned where she stood over him.
"Don't leave yet. You are just starting to make friends and all! I even promised to bring you along tonight to the cantina!"
"I don't talk to them."
Zoe sighed, then gripped Zamar's hand and pulled him out, which made him tower over her.
"You're going out tonight, and tomorrow we are going with the rest of the neighbourhood to see the gladiator-fight!"
Zamar sighed. He had forgotten how persistant women were.


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The Ithorian Mist in his hand was cold to touch. Of course, alcohol was supposed to be illegal, at least soon it would be. Guns too, and the crack-down on aliens would soon be even harsher. It almost felt as if another sweep was coming. As if the four they already had weren't enough. A fifth would break down the system completely.
As if it weren't broken already
Zoe was sitting and playing sabacc with a few friends. Laughing and cheering, with their glasses high and a smile on every face.
The ragged tailor suddenly realized he missed the time when he had done the same. Zoe had started to penetrate his mind, waking memories of times long passed. He needed to leave for Lok tomorrow.
He refilled his glass before stroking his hair. It was the first time in two years that he wore anything else than his usual, functional, near perfected clothes. This more formal outfit, with black pants, a white shirt and a jacket felt more uncomfortable. Zamar still didn't understand how Zoe had succeed in making him put the clothes on. Soon she would probably cut his hair if he didn't watch out.
Someone sat down on the seat next to him, and when ordering a Correllian Ale, turned to the tailor.
"You know, that girl of yours is a real hottie."
Zamar glanced at the man, a Zabrak dressed in wrinkly clothes. He stank of ale.
"She isn't my "girl". I'm just living with her."
The Zabrak got something eager in his eyes, and leaned closer to Zamar.
"So, that means she is "free" eh? Means I can.. you know?"
His wide grin was put to an end by Zamar's fist.
The music stopped, and everyone's attention turned to the bar. The tailor simply took up a creditchip worth three thousand credits and put it on the bar.
"Another Mist."
The chattering continued. One of the good things about Tatooine. No one cared about the fighting, except the one getting beaten up.
Zoe was the only one that with a worried look examined Zamar. He simply nodded to her before sinking into deep thoughts again.

It was closing to dawn when Zamar finally realized he had emptied several bottles of Mist. He had found the perfect way to be on the edge of being drunk, and right now he had been very close to stepping over it.
Zoe was singing a song together with two of her friends. All three of them seemed more than well over the edge, something the empty bottles around them proved all to well.
With a few steps, Zamar was there, pulling the girl up.
"What'cha doing? We gone home?"
Thankfully, the twi'lek was very light, and they were soon outside. In the distance, he could see how the horizon was lighter than in other places. Meant he wasn't going to sleep much, since they were leaving to Espa in just a few hours.
"This is funnay... We had so much fun..Din't we?"
"Yes Zoe, you had a lot of fun it seemed."
He carried her in his arms through the empty town, past the cantina that was still bustling with activity, which could be heard through the airholes. From the shuttleport, a ship rose, and soon set course over the dunes.
Opening the door to Zoe's small house, he soon placed Zoe in her bed, but as he rose, the girl's hand reached out, and pulling his jacket, made his head come closer to her face.
"Sleep with me tonight..."
She mumbled the words, and Zamar sighed as he freed himself from her grip. Zoe fell asleep at once.
People these days... Exactly like they were when I was young.
He yawned and stumbled into a chair before falling asleep.

The knocks on the door woke him up, and quickly waking up, he opened it, seeing the doctor outside, with his assistant.
"Hello, a good morning to you!"
Zoe grumbled when light from the door fell on her face, and turned it away. These small houses just had three rooms. A main room, a kitchen and a toilet.
Anon smirked before going into the house, picking up something from a satchel on her bag.
"Anon suspected the young lady would be suffering from head-aches this morning. Thankfully, she has a drink that makes the effect disappear after a few minutes. Are you ready to leave?"
Zamar nodded to the doctor before quickly gathering his clothes and putting them into a bag.
Meantime, Zoe staggered up from her bed, while Anon grabbed fresh clothing for her.
"You can take a shower on the shuttle. The doctor gets to ride in Higher Class, together with three guests."
The tailor nodded and grabbed the clothes Anon had gathered before following the doctor. Zoe and Anon went after, Zoe with a firm grip around Anons shoulders.
"I don't particulary enjoy these fights... I mean, they are set against my kind..."
"Doctor, people want to see blood, the Empire simply gives it to them."
Nelor looked up at the human.
"You know what, you're not that stupid for a human, no offense."
Zamar stretched a bit for a second, and shoot a glance around him to cover the smirk that appeared for a moment.
"Thank you doctor. But then again, I don't feel as human as the rest of my kind."
The Mon Calamarian only chuckled, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.


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"Shade, you missed being on this planet?"
The sand blocked Shade's sight of Ganliss. It was windy, which halted the repairs of The Lone Star.
"Can't really say I have. What do you say we leave as soon as Nat'me gets back?"
"Are you crazy? We need to buy something here as well!"
"Buy what? There's only sand here!"
They both laughed as the sand hit their faces. Nat'me had been sent by her father to sell the water to a local trader. To give her the experience as the old trader had stated it. Shade hoped that the local merchant didn't try to rip off the girl. Then he would be glad to get away with a broken arm.
"Hey Gan! How about we stay and watch the fight?"
Shade saw the old man shake his head.
"I don't belive in killing, and I thought you didn't either. Oh well... Guess kids are kids..."
"That means I can go?"
"No, never."
Shade sighed as he put down his tools. It was no use trying to repair this piece of junk. At least not when it was as windy as today. He hoped the wind would die out so he could repair the ships shields. Even though they were never attacked, it was always good to be prepared, or at least buy enough time to blast into hyperspace.
"You know what Ganliss? Soon, we got enough money to buy a new ship."
The old man stopped working and turned to the teenager.
"Nonsense! I will die before I let go of this ship!"
"It will probably explode some day, making those words true..."
Ganliss chuckled before drinking some water. In the distance, the sounds from the arena covered most of the noises from the ship.





***********



Mattbacca found himself being pushed out into the arena. In the other end, the Trandoshan stood, drooling with excitment.
"Now! Finally! The two sworn enemies! Against each other, purely for your enjoyment!"
The stands, now filled with blood-crazed humanoids peered down at the Wookiee. It was odd that Mattbaca could have been one of them, if only things had gone differently.
Like not being tall and hairy and not being able to speak anything but your own language...
The Trandoshan hissed at the Wookie, who stood there, casually examing the ground to see if there was anything he could trip on.
He stared up once again at the stands, and saw a small Twi'lek jumping up and down, making her tentacles hit people around her. Next to her, a human sat, seemingly embarrased by what she was doing. It was something about that man... His way of moving... Mattbacca wished the man would have sat further down. The Wookiee didn't know why, but he had a strong interest in that human.
"KILL!"
The crowd cheered wildly as the Trandoshan let out a roar before running towards Mattbacca. The Wookiee let out a warcry, which for a moment made the crowd quiet before they went even more excited.
The Wookiee sent out his fist towards the Doshan's face, but it was too fast, and ducked under it, sinking its teeth into Mattbacca's leg. The pain went through his body, making Mattbacca fall to the ground, then, with a kick, made the Doshan fall off his leg.
"You are going to die vermin. Can't you taste it? Your own blood?"
Letting out a second Warcry, Mattbacca punched the Trandoshan in the face, feeling how its teeth fell down into its mouth.
The Doshan jumped at the Wookiee, making them both fall on the ground, where the fight went on, accompanied by the cheering of the stands.


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Zamar looked without interest at the fight below. He could barely see the fighters, which really didn't bother him. Zoe was over-excited to see people actually fighting to the death. The doctor was sleeping next to him, while Anon was busy eating some sort of snack. Then, at the bottom of a stands, he noticed two men moving up, towards his seat. Behind them, a man stood and stared up towards the tailor, and Zamar could recognize the fat rodian easily. The customer had found Zamar, and by the looks of it he would reward him by cutting of a few limbs.
"If you'll excuse me, I just saw something."
Zoe nodded, not even listening. Anon gave Zamar a puzzled look before returning to the snack. He guessed it was surprising that he saw something and had to leave.
As Zamar moved down the stands, trying to reach the exit, he saw another couple of thugs pointing at him before making their way through the crowd. Zamar realized he was caught, and moved further down the stands where it was less steep and easier to hold his ground.
Soon he found himself at the front row, where he could hear the groans of the combatants beating each other to death. The four thugs soon surrounded him, and a knife came out.
"The boss ain't impressed by your work, so he thought he should remind you of what happens when you don't finish stuff in time."
The knife flew out, towards Zamar's gut, but he jumped out of the way before hitting the thug on his throat with the back of his hand. The other three all jumped him at that, and he suddenly found himself inside the arena, with one of the thugs on top of him. The crowd had gone quiet. Soon troopers would come and throw all of them in jail. Zamar pushed off the thug, and then got to his feet. The two combatants were Dosh and Wookiee, and the Wookiee was losing. Zamar looked for a way out, but the only door was blocked by two guards, moving out with batons in their hands.
He shot a glance at the two fighters. Zamar disliked Trandoshans, but a Wookiee could help him get to the starport. With two steps and a kick in the Trandoshan's stomach made it roll off the Wookiee. Dishonorable fighting, but he didn't have time for ceremonies.
"How about you and I get out of here?"
The Wookiee blinked in disbelief, before nodding and standing up. The two guards charged at the tailor, but with a spin-attack, he knocked them both out cold.
Cheering was heard from the crowd. More people fighting, and one seemingly with some kind of special unarmed fighting technique.
Zoe finally woke the doctor up as she realized it was Zamar down in the arena, while Anon already was running down to see what had caused the situation. The Twi'lek then ran down the stands, pushing her way through the confused crowd. Nelor took up his bag and started making his way through the real exit, already coming to a conclusion on what would happen.
Down in the arena, troopers started jumping down into the fighting pit, not even bothered to arrest Zamar and Mattbacca, but instead firing deadly bolts with their rifles. The two quickly ran through the arena-door, into a hallway where the Wookiee took the lead, sniffing his way to an exit, whilst limping on his injured leg. Behind him, Zamar breathed as calmly as he could, using fighting-skills which he had kept at their finest for years.
The Wookiee growled its name to Zamar and then suggested that they borrowed a ship from the starport to get off this planet.
"I agree honorable Mattbacca, lead the way out of here and then I'll find the starport."
Mattbacca growled a response before throwing a nervous guard out of the way. When he looked behind him, he saw gladiators fighting troopers and guards alike,seeing a chance to leave this miserable existence. The Champion, who had always refused to tell him her name was the only one that he couldn't see. He understood why, after five years of the life of a gladiator, it would be near impossible to adjust to normal life again.
Throwing himself against a door, it flew open and the street before them. Zamar took the lead now, leading them through the mazelike town, towards the distant sound of the starport.


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Wow...really need to remember to post more in this thread...
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Mattbacca looked behind them once every ten seconds, but only heard shouts and occasional blasterfire. Turning around a corner, he saw the starport. A single ship was there, with two men outside it. Mattbacca didn't know much about flying, and this newfound companion would have seemed a wreck if it weren't for his figthing technique, more dance than hitting people. A blasterbolt interupted his stray thought, and looking behind he saw three troopers, all opening fire, spraying death over the area. The two men rose, and one ran into the ship while the other picked up something from a box.
A blaster
Zamar had already realized the fact, and threw himself out of the way, moments before the Wookiee. The blasterfire behind them was suddenly directed towards the man, who fell dead to the ground.
They thought he was with Us.
Mattbacca thanked whatever had sent this unexpected help before jumping into the ship, surprised to stand face to face with a teenager, armed with a laser-rifle.
"How did you get past Ganliss?"
The Wookiee quickly disarmed his opponent, and lifting the teenager into the air, threw him into what was probably the cock-pit.
"Get the ship ready to fly....em......whelp?"
Then, Mattbacca realized the boy didn't understand Shyriiwook and found himself imitating a ship lifting off the ground.
"No! I won't fly you out of here! You're illegal!"
Mattbacca sighed before shoving the rifle into the boy's stomach. The hint was taken and soon the teenager was flicking switches.
"Get onboard!" He shouted, hoping that his companion would get join him.
Into the cock-pit, the ragged man staggered, followed by a Mon Calamarian, calm and with a broad smile on his face.
"Doctor, for the last time, get off this ship, you would be stupid if you didn't."
The Mon Calamarian barely listened, but was more interested in the ship.
"Nonsense! I'm bored of Tatooine, and I just earned enough money to get off this planet. Yes, I found the money."
Zamar looked at the Wookiee. He and the doctor had stayed away from Mon Calamari to not confuse the creature too much. At the controls of the ship a young human sat, nervously lifiting the ship off the ground.
"So, master Wookiee! Allow me to take a look on those wounds for you shall I?"
Nelor had his first-aid bag with him, and led the Wookiee to a chair, while Zamar walked up to the boy.
"Your name?"
"Shade, and you never gonna get away from the might of the Empire! Ganliss knows everything about this ship, and he's gonna help the Empire."
"Was that the man outside the ship? Picking up a blaster?"
The teenager nodded, while moving the ship at a low speed, more hovering than moving.
"He's dead. Your glorious Empire shot him. They thought he was one of us."
The boy didn't move, just stared out the window. Zamar sighed, then pushed him out of the chair, and took control of the vessel.
"Do you know how to fly companion?"
Zamar looked back at the Wookiee, now seemingly calm.
"I used to...As soon as the kid gets calm we can put him on the job, but right now we need to get off this planet, and I guess neither you or the Doctor knows how to fly?"
Silence.
"Anyway, Doctor, meet Shade, that's the paralyzed kid, and Mattbacca, the Wookiee. I'm Zamar, and right now, we seem to be outlawed, thanks to a jacket."
The Mon Calamarian and the Wookiee shook hands as the ship left the atmosphere.
Zamar looked down at the teenager, still staring blankly into space.
"Nelor, can you be ready when the kid wakes up? I want him at the controls as fast as possible."
Nelor nodded and wrapped a bandage on Mattbacca's leg before moving over to the teenager.
Zamar looked over his situation. Outlawed, chased by the Empire, stuck on a old ship together with three seemingly worthless companions.
He smirked.
Just like the good ol' days.


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RK-379 stared over the group of workers that came in through the doors of the Hoth base. All too poor to afford a space ticket somewhere useful, and used the service called "Empire's helping hand". A free ticket to the next destination on the next YX-classed shuttle. What no one knew was that all YX-classed shuttles were used only for "Empire's helping hand", designated to move these poor people to mining-colonies and alike.
LK-558 checked all the new colonists names, before sending them to their barracks.
The effectivness of the Empire. To give its citizens information when they needed it, not before. Exactly like himself.
"Name?"
"Polk Sir!"
RK-379 woke up by the name. Looking over at the man, he saw nothing interesting. Just that he had scars on his face, exact and precise. RK-379 knew how one obtained those scars. By Imperial questioning.
It was something about that name...
"Move along to the Barracks, section 3."
"Thank you Sir!"
A salute and the man hurried down the wrong hallway before another trooper pointed it out for him.
Idiots.
There were fifteen newcomers in total, making the total population of the colony three hundred and five. Not counting RK-379's squad that was.
RK-221 came up to RK-379, saluted and then raported that once again, TK-733 had attacked and killed one of the workers.
RK-379 simply sighed.
"Just give him the regular punishment. A week in the company of the workers. This time we won't protect him."
RK-221 nodded and walked away together with TK-324 to find the crazy trooper.



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He stared out over the jungle, taking each deep breath slowly, making the best out of every moment.
Out in the jungle, he could hear how the man came closer, slicing his way through the beauty of the nature, caring only about his target.
He swung his cape behind him, and took the cylinder from its belt, weighing it in his hand.
The man came out of the forest at last, looking around him before finding his target, standing on the top of the temple.
"I didn't signal for back-up! I wanted to kill you myself!"
The Guardian was dressed in the Guardian uniform, with bronze streaks over it, which meant he was one of the most honored.
"You might find that hard Guardian. We Jedi aren't as weak as you have been told."
The Guardian spat on the ground, and with a mighty leap got to the top of the temple, igniting his red saber.
"You are the last one aren't you? Yes... I can feel it... I can hear the tide finally change. No more Jedi's, only Guardians."
The Guardian slashed at the Jedi, but wasn't prepared to be hindered by the Force, making his saber stop in the middle of the air.
Looking down at his stomach, the Guardian saw a green blade sticking out from a hilt, tightly held in the Jedi's hand.
"What you heard was the tide, indeed. But it was for my favor, not yours..."
The Jedi pulled out the saber, making his opponent fall dead to the ground. One down, another ninety-nine to go.
"I'm coming! The tide has changed!"
He shouted it out. He, Jeshan would make the change start. He would not be worth less than any other Jedi.
Clouds gathered on the sky, and soon heavy rain fell over the empty temple. A ship was seen shoot out from it, away into the stars.


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With a thud Senator 53 fell to the ground with the syringe sticking out of his neck.
Aliss checked the man for any vital signs before she started her comlink.
"Is it done?"
Aliss was surprised at first, but then realized that the comlink was probably created in that sole purpose. She answered and requested the ride she had been promised. The comlink died and five seconds after, a small craft hovered outside the senator's bedroom. Opening the balcony door, she slipped into the red speeder, which soon moved into the ongoing traffic.
She realized she was sitting next to a Rodian, and the one driving the speeder was a Ithorian, zooming away from the more trafficked pathways.
"Did anyone see you?"
Aliss shook her head.
"Everything went exactly as planned."
The Rodian nodded, and then lounged at her whilst pulling a blaster out of his clothes.
Aliss was surprised at first, but quickly knocked the blaster out of the Rodian's hand, before sending him out the passenger-window with a push of her legs.
The driver fumbled with a blaster, got hold of it but didn't have time to shoot as Aliss jumped him, hitting one of his eyes.
Crying out in agony, Aliss had time to take the blaster which had fallen to the floor, and fired several shots at the Ithorian before opening the driver's window and pushing it out.
The speeder had luckily been on auto-pilot, and was zooming calmly through the streets. No one had seen the bodies flying past their speeders in the hectic traffic.
Aliss had been back-stabbed by her client, but why?
Obviously they didn't think she could beat two thugs, but the fight had been easy because of her never-ending practicing.
They don't know who they are messing with.
Someone would pay for this. She wanted her 750.000 credits, even if it meant collecting it from the cold dead hands of her client.
Turning the speeder around, she zoomed towards a bar where she had been supposed to be dropped off. An ambush was probably there, just in case, but she needed information, and the thugs at the bar might have had some.


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Just a notice, I will no longer update this thread. Anyone still interested in reading the Fifth Sweep, go to

http://www.mosentha.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2852

I update that thread at the moment I have finished writing a section.


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