This is a Fic set in an alternate version of the Star Wars universe I haven't set a specific date yet though I will later on.
Chapter I : Old Piece Of Junk
I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thoughts are with me
With each decision I make
You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look
Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever
Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love
Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone
Lon looked out of the small cockpit window. The sight of the Tantooine dessert wasn’t a pretty sight but it was home. Jumping up he grabbed his hydro spanner and made his way to the back of the ship. He looked at the cluttered hyper drive room. Floor panels no longer intact, part of the hyper drive plaiting missing the ship had needed a lot of repairs and with little credits to spare the Old Crane had to do with Make Shift repairs. Lon relied on the ship with out the ‘old piece of junk’ he couldn’t deliver his shipments and when he didn’t do that. He was in trouble.
Lowering himself down into one of the holes left open due to the lack of floor plaiting Lon began to repair parts of the ship tightening bolts and repairing circuitry he was actually a good mechanic its just he wasn’t good with credits. Finnaly after a few minutes of tweaking the humming of the hyper drive generator returned and smiling to him-self Lon jumped up and returned to the cockpit.
“ Come on baby,” he whispered to the controls as slowly the Old Crane began to lift off of the ground he set the coordinates for Anchor Head then activated auto pilot and sat back his eye always on the ship status screen. If his ship had not been in such a bad condition that meant he had to stare continuously at the ship status screen he would have noticed the ship slowly travelling behind him. The ship of a Jedi Master.
As Anchor Head slowly began to appear over the mounds of sand in the Dune Sea Lon started to prepare for landing he quickly got up checked his cargo in the weapons cases then returned to the cockpit again glancing at the Ship Status green. He noticed how the hyper drive had gone from it’s ok Green sign to the needs attention orange sign and sighed. He didn’t know how long the Old Crane would last him. She was meant to have an investment a splash of paint he a small repair there and she’d last him a life time he had been told. He was told wrong. The Old Crane was an old XV19 Freighter series that had its production of spare parts stopped over 20 years ago and so the parts were rare and cost a lot of money meaning Lon had to adapt parts from the newer XV65 which in turn made things worse.
Ten minutes later the Old Crane slowly began to lower into the Anchor Head Docking bay part of the bottom plating falling of as it came to a halt Lon opened the loading bay and walked out into the dry and hot landing pad. A male Ithorian quickly made his way over and they began to talk.
“Excuse me am I correct that your ship is the Old Crane?” He asked in the Ithorian tongue.
“Yes you are correct im here with goods for Mr Dedo I have the ‘items’ he ordered,” Lon replied the Ithorian nodded and after a few minutes of inspecting the cargo let Lon pass. Lon quickly began walking towards the small shop owned by Mr Dedo a chiss from Nar Shadda who had moved here so he could increase his contacts black market prices and so as Lon walked in he was unsurprised by the doors locking down and windows dimming. Though it was not Dedo that he found.
“ You know handling illegal goods is a crime it’s self” The voice of a woman said Lon immediately turned round grabbing his blaster but found it flying across the room smashing into pieces against the shops wall. He stared into the corner where to bright blue eyes peered out at him. They began to get closer until it revealed the face of a young women dressed in robes. A lightsaber at her waist she smiled as Lon began to back away.
“Do not worry all the doors are locked there is no where to run,” She said mockingly as Lon tried to open the back door.
“Sithspit,” he swore under his breath he quickly grabbed a small canister off of his belt threw it but quickly found the women had with the twitch of her hand sent it back to him. The flash bang went off throwing Lon to the floor his blinded by his own grenade he felt a quick chop to his neck then fell unconscious.