Topic: Empire Rising (fan fic)
(Due to the lack of response on huntsman, im going to go ahead and do this one. This is kind of star warsy i guess, but it all takes place on one planet, where continents and islands are representing planets and moons. They use slug throwers, but they have sheilds and stuff. I hope you like it, if you do, or have any advice, or want to know anything, please tell me.)
Jastel walked down the street of Mos Eisley. He had been born here, and, he thought, that he would probaby die here. He didnt have a ship, a sub, or even a small boat, and he didnt have the credits to get on a transport. It was the weekend, and that meant that he was going to see his brother, and his family for dinner. He had a box, with two book, and a toy, for his brother's kids. The books were for the older son, Josten, who was named for his grandfather, and the toys were for Jacen, the younger. Jastel had found some small gems near one of his vaporators, and he used the twenty credits to buy these gifts. His brother had told him they had a guest, and he looked forward to meeting her. He rounded the corner, and stopped for a second.
His brothers house had an Imperial armored vehicle infront of it. He ran forward, and was stopped by one of the soldiers. He had heard rumors about them being clones, from some bounty hunter. He belived them. "Hey, what are you doing? Thats my brother's house!" he said.
The soldier waved him off "Move along, nothing to see here."
"I have rights! You cant keep me from going in there!" He yelled
"This is official Imperial buissines you have no rights here." the soldier yelled, clearly annoyed
Jastel tried to push passed the soldier. The soldier pulled out a knife, and stabbed the man in the gut, the knife was curved, and sharp on both ends, designed for brutal, close combat. This knife was designed to disembowl the target, and it was very good at its job. The soldier yanked the knife to the left, pulling it free. He wiped the blade on the mans shirt, staining the once white fabric red with blood. He sheathed the blade quickly, watching as the man fell to his knees, the box he had held forgoten, trying to hold in his intestines.
The Imperial Civil Police soldier turned from the mess on the ground, and signaled some of the soldiers on the armored vehicle to come and clean up the body. Two black armored soldiers, (the standard color for ICP units) with green shoulder plates(showing that they were medics) walked out, put the body in a black bag, and threw it uncerimoniously into a side hatch on the vehicle.
The house they had surrounded was supposedly harboring one a jedi, a fugitive from the Imperial law. The soldier, who was a captain in rank (judging by the dark blue stripe on his left sholder) took his position by the door and signaled the soldier with the ram. The door was knocked inward, and the soldiers rushed in. A boy, no more then sixteen years old, turned and ran for the back door. A soldier turned his head slightly to the captain. It was impossible to tell his expression behind the blood red colored visor of his mask, but the captain knew he was asking for aproval to fire. He nodded, and the soldier opend fire. Three flat, echoing bangs sounded, and the boy's back seemed to twitch. He looked as if he could continue running, but he fell forward, his breath gasping, and quick. Another shot rang out, and a girl, beautiful by the standards set in the captain's mind, fell to a heap on the dirt floor.
Yelling troops stormed inward, aprehending a woman, who was kneeling by the boy, screaming. They grabbed a man, tall, and sunburned from working in the harsh sun, and a crying boy, no more then six years old. They had every right to shoot these people on sight, but they were requested alive, if possible. The capives were handcuffed, the strong magnest holding their hands together, and bags were placed over their heads. The were shoved into the back of the waiting vehicle, harneses closing over their chests, necks, and legs. The bodies were bagged, and put in the compartment with the other corpse.
Another sucsessfull bust, the captain thought to himself. He and his squad got into the vehicle, and headed back to base.
Last edited by Adeptus_Astartes (Monday, October 8, 2007 8:27 am)
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