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<blockquote data-quote="LostSoul" data-source="post: 618539" data-attributes="member: 386">A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . .A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main title.&nbsp; War drums echo through the heavens as a roll-up slowly crawls into infinity.STAR WARSEpisode III: Criton's PointBessie's engines hum as she hurtles through hyperspace.&nbsp; Troy always found that a calming noise, the light vibration gently luring him to sleep.&nbsp; He lies in his bunk, listening to the sound, half-aware.&nbsp; Each ship has its own beat, he thinks.&nbsp; Bessie's was always a calm, reassuring one.&nbsp; Never had trouble sleeping in her.I wonder if star fighters feel the same?Troy wakes up with a start.&nbsp; In the darkness, all he can see is the time display.&nbsp; Something doesn't seem right about it.Where was Kalarba?Troy flicks on the lights.&nbsp; He had expected to enter Kalarba's system yesterday; when they didn't, they just figured it was a hyperspace plotting misstep.&nbsp; Those things happen.&nbsp; But they were two days late, two days late on a journey that should only have taken two days.&nbsp; That's just not right.Troy throws on some pants and heads to the main computer terminal.&nbsp; &quot;Wake up, Spaz,&quot; he says, kicking the astromech droid.&nbsp; R2 whined and beeped unpleasantly.&nbsp; Troy was glad he didn't know droid speak.&nbsp; &quot;Shut the hell up,&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;I want you to check astrogation, tell me where the hell we are.&quot;&nbsp; Spaz curses him with a series of high-pitched electronic squeals.&quot;I don't care what you think.&nbsp; Just tell me where we are or I'm going to slap an inhibitor on you.&quot;The droid blurts out a few more curses, then scomp-links with Bessie.&nbsp; Her indicator lights light up like the fires on Kalarba City the night of the purge.--- Star Wars ---&quot;What's going on?&quot; Feyd says, rubbing his eyes.&nbsp; He isn't tired.&quot;That's what we'd like to know,&quot; Troy says.&nbsp; He had his arms crossed over his chest and was standing in front of Arthur and Darius.&nbsp; &quot;Do you know what's on Criton's Point?&quot;&quot;No idea,&quot; Feyd says.&nbsp; He was telling the truth here, at least.&quot;Either do any of us.&nbsp; So we're wondering why the hell R2's got us heading there - we're running through the Portmoak sector right now.&quot;&quot;It is the will of the Force,&quot; Feyd says.&nbsp; Darius laughs.&quot;I figured it would be some crap like that.&nbsp; We're going to pull out of hyperspace and head towards Kalarba, and the Force can go <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> itself.&nbsp; Along with your master, Tee Quon or whatever the hell his name is.&quot;A wave of anger passes over Feyd.&nbsp; &quot;You can't do that.&nbsp; I need to go to Criton's Point.&quot;&quot;We aren't going to see your master.&nbsp; Arthur doesn't give a bantha's ass what you say.&quot;&nbsp; Behind him, Arthur shrugs.&nbsp; &quot;Anyway, I checked the star charts.&nbsp; It says, 'Criton's Point: No access by Imperial edict.'&nbsp; That doesn't sound like a good place to hide.&quot;&quot;Just trust me, okay?&quot;&nbsp; Feyd sets his jaw.&nbsp; Darius laughs again.&nbsp; &quot;It's something I've got to do!&quot;&quot;Whatever.&nbsp; We're pulling the ship out of hyperspace.&nbsp; You're going to pay for spent fuel and lost time.&quot;Troy leaves the room and Arthur follows.&nbsp; Darius stays.&nbsp; &quot;Ballsy move, kid.&nbsp; These guys don't like you too much already.&nbsp; I think you're going to get dumped the next place we stop.&quot;Feyd storms off.--- Star Wars ---Troy and Arthur slip into their piloting seats and pull Bessie out of hyperspace.&nbsp; The ship lurches for a moment as the drive disengages itself.&nbsp; Everything is normal again, and the two men stare out at an empty field of stars.&nbsp; Well, mostly empty.&nbsp; A ship appears on the sensors.&nbsp; It's moving closer to Bessie.&quot;What the hell is that?&quot; Arthur says.&nbsp; Troy focuses the sensors on the sleek, angular ship.&nbsp; He can already tell it's putting out about six times the energy Bessie is capable of.&nbsp; And it's moving fast.&nbsp; Not a good sign.Sensors data floods Troy's viewscreen.&nbsp; &quot;Imperial customs crusier,&quot; he says.&nbsp; Arthur and Troy look at each other and swallow hard.&nbsp; &quot;Darius, Feyd,&quot; Troy says over the intercom, &quot;get ready for a fight.&quot;Bessie's comm speakers crackle.&nbsp; &quot;This is Captain Babel Torsh, of the ICC B-A.&nbsp; You are in Imperial Interdicted Space.&nbsp; Do not engage engines or we will be forced to open fire.&nbsp; Reply.&quot;&quot;Uh, roger that, Captain,&quot; Troy says.&quot;Prepare to be boarded.&quot;&nbsp; The Imperial Captain's words sound cold and dead coming through Bessie's old speakers.&nbsp; Troy cuts off the comm.&nbsp; &quot;Hyperspace?&quot;&quot;No good,&quot; Arthur says.&nbsp; &quot;We'd have to maneuver around - the 'B-A' out there is cutting off our current window.&nbsp; Either we go through that ship or we power up engines.&nbsp; Bessie'd never be able to take the strain of hitting a ship like that while in hyperspace.&quot;Troy shifts his holster around.&nbsp; &quot;I guess we get ready to welcome the boarding crew.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="LostSoul, post: 618539, member: 386"] [color=blue][size=1]A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . .[/size][/color][size=1][/size] [size=1][i]A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main title. War drums echo through the heavens as a roll-up slowly crawls into infinity.[/i][/size] [color=yellow][b]STAR WARS[/b] Episode III: Criton's Point[/color] Bessie's engines hum as she hurtles through hyperspace. Troy always found that a calming noise, the light vibration gently luring him to sleep. He lies in his bunk, listening to the sound, half-aware. Each ship has its own beat, he thinks. Bessie's was always a calm, reassuring one. Never had trouble sleeping in her. I wonder if star fighters feel the same? Troy wakes up with a start. In the darkness, all he can see is the time display. Something doesn't seem right about it. Where was Kalarba? Troy flicks on the lights. He had expected to enter Kalarba's system yesterday; when they didn't, they just figured it was a hyperspace plotting misstep. Those things happen. But they were two days late, two days late on a journey that should only have taken two days. That's just not right. Troy throws on some pants and heads to the main computer terminal. "Wake up, Spaz," he says, kicking the astromech droid. R2 whined and beeped unpleasantly. Troy was glad he didn't know droid speak. "Shut the hell up," he says. "I want you to check astrogation, tell me where the hell we are." Spaz curses him with a series of high-pitched electronic squeals. "I don't care what you think. Just tell me where we are or I'm going to slap an inhibitor on you." The droid blurts out a few more curses, then scomp-links with Bessie. Her indicator lights light up like the fires on Kalarba City the night of the purge. --- Star Wars --- "What's going on?" Feyd says, rubbing his eyes. He isn't tired. "That's what we'd like to know," Troy says. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was standing in front of Arthur and Darius. "Do you know what's on Criton's Point?" "No idea," Feyd says. He was telling the truth here, at least. "Either do any of us. So we're wondering why the hell R2's got us heading there - we're running through the Portmoak sector right now." "It is the will of the Force," Feyd says. Darius laughs. "I figured it would be some crap like that. We're going to pull out of hyperspace and head towards Kalarba, and the Force can go :):):):) itself. Along with your master, Tee Quon or whatever the hell his name is." A wave of anger passes over Feyd. "You can't do that. I need to go to Criton's Point." "We aren't going to see your master. Arthur doesn't give a bantha's ass what you say." Behind him, Arthur shrugs. "Anyway, I checked the star charts. It says, 'Criton's Point: No access by Imperial edict.' That doesn't sound like a good place to hide." "Just trust me, okay?" Feyd sets his jaw. Darius laughs again. "It's something I've got to do!" "Whatever. We're pulling the ship out of hyperspace. You're going to pay for spent fuel and lost time." Troy leaves the room and Arthur follows. Darius stays. "Ballsy move, kid. These guys don't like you too much already. I think you're going to get dumped the next place we stop." Feyd storms off. --- Star Wars --- Troy and Arthur slip into their piloting seats and pull Bessie out of hyperspace. The ship lurches for a moment as the drive disengages itself. Everything is normal again, and the two men stare out at an empty field of stars. Well, mostly empty. A ship appears on the sensors. It's moving closer to Bessie. "What the hell is that?" Arthur says. Troy focuses the sensors on the sleek, angular ship. He can already tell it's putting out about six times the energy Bessie is capable of. And it's moving fast. Not a good sign. Sensors data floods Troy's viewscreen. "Imperial customs crusier," he says. Arthur and Troy look at each other and swallow hard. "Darius, Feyd," Troy says over the intercom, "get ready for a fight." Bessie's comm speakers crackle. "This is Captain Babel Torsh, of the ICC B-A. You are in Imperial Interdicted Space. Do not engage engines or we will be forced to open fire. Reply." "Uh, roger that, Captain," Troy says. "Prepare to be boarded." The Imperial Captain's words sound cold and dead coming through Bessie's old speakers. Troy cuts off the comm. "Hyperspace?" "No good," Arthur says. "We'd have to maneuver around - the 'B-A' out there is cutting off our current window. Either we go through that ship or we power up engines. Bessie'd never be able to take the strain of hitting a ship like that while in hyperspace." Troy shifts his holster around. "I guess we get ready to welcome the boarding crew." [/QUOTE]

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