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Post: #68126
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68126/action/topic#68126
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:46 AM

Chapter 16: It All Comes Down to This

Rieekan’s Dreadnaught was waiting on the opposite side of the sun with all unnecessary systems shut down, to prevent detection. About 1400 of the joint Rebel/ Earth assault group was waiting on board, while the rest waited on board the transport ship. I stood in wait by the screens that had originally detected the Imperial fleet all that time ago. Once a ship appeared on our scopes, I was to proceed directly to my ship and confirm that something was there. Upon confirming, I was to lift off, and fly to a spot that should allow me to scan, but not attract the attention of the Empire. Then, I would report whatever happened to the Dreadnaught, and put whatever plan was needed into effect.
The waiting was the hardest part. It had been 70 days since my fateful meeting with the Emperor.
Suddenly, there it was. A large energy signature that preliminary scans showed as being the right size and shape for an Imperial Star Destroyer. It was as I feared. There was no reason to send such a large warship for the purposes of simple negotiations. A simple Carrack Cruiser, or even a Lambda Shuttle would be more than enough to bring an ambassadorial team to Earth. Even so, I proceeded, as planned, to my ship, which I had recently named Gaea. Lifting off, I prepped my scanners, and looked. It was an Imperator-class Star Destroyer. Very likely a type I, but still a powerful ship, and not one I wanted to see bombarding my home planet.
I contacted Earth, to confirm that the Imperial ship was on its way. As per my plan, warplanes around the world were put on standby, while tank battalions and infantry units were readied.
I then went to my assigned spot. I shut down all my ships systems, and waited. I had to rely on my own eyes to observe what happened. I waited for several hours before the Imperial warship came to orbit the Earth. It was then that my communications system came on automatically.
“This is the Imperial Star Destroyer Pinnacle. By order of the Emperor, you planet is too technologically behind the rest of the galaxy to survive on its own. For this reason, we have been ordered to garrison your planet. Your armed forces will be disbanded in favor of our protection. Any military personnel wishing to continue in their careers will do so in the service of the Empire. You will follow our rules, use our money, and conform to all aspects of our life…”
I had heard enough.
I turned off the speaker and watched. The next step in my plan was dependant entirely on the deployment of the Imperial troops to the ground. Once the troops began to land, that meant there would be that much less resistance on the ship. It was difficult to see, but I could soon tell that shuttles and barges were making their way down to the surface. This was my cue.
I powered up the ship, and took off as quickly as I could towards the sun. Once I got close enough to it, I then circum-navigated the star and docked on the Rebellion Dreadnaught. I didn’t want to risk sending a transmission, and possibly give away the whole plan.
My arrival was the signal for the two Y-Wing squadrons to get underway. Their greatest fear would be if the Star Destroyer had a full compliment of TIE fighters on board. I had not seen any sent to the surface to help with the invasion. A few minutes after they left, I climbed back into the cockpit of my ship and took off. I flew, as planned, point for the transport. Once I left the sensor blackout area, I turned my scanners to the Star Destroyer and the Y-Wing strike force. I saw a few TIE’s, but nothing major. “An overconfident captain.” I thought to myself. The Y-Wings number was down to twenty. I was worried until I saw that several of them were lining up for an attack run against the bridge-top shield generators. They had finished the job fast.
“Gaea to transport. The Y-Wings are lining up to destroy the shield generators. Shields should be down momentarily. Full speed ahead, and may the Force be with us.”
I headed in full speed. The transport lagged behind a little, but was able to keep close enough for my ship to make an adequate shield. I probably had enough shielding to take one solid turbolaser blast, but no more. I had to hope that the sensors on the Star Destroyer were down. It wasn’t long before the fighters took notice of us, and were charging in. I put Bob on piloting the ship, while I jumped into one of the gun turrets. Saying a quick prayer to the gods of Nintendo and combat simulators, I dried my hands, and got to work clearing our path. I now know the trouble that the Falcon had leaving the Death Star. Those little things could move. They weren’t as tough as the most recent games I had played made them out to be. It was probably two or three fire-linked hits to destroy a ship.
We neared the Imperial capital ship, and I left the turret again. I had made a mental count of all the fighters I had seen and those I had shot down. My count was twenty-four launched, and I personally destroyed five. The Y-Wings, once they had the shields down, broke into two groups. One went for the engines of the Star Destroyer, while the other kept the remaining TIE’s off their backs. They had brought down another seven, or at least, that was my guess because I counted twelve more giving us problems. What confused me was the lack of fire from the Star Destroyer. They had to be seeing us by now.
We pulled in underneath the monstrous ship and into its launch bay. Luckily, the transport was small enough to make it inside AND still land. I could see people scatter as we tried to land. I deployed my auto-blaster in wait. I knew someone had to be calling in the cavalry, which is what I was waiting for. Once I spotted the main hangar doors, I set down. As much as I hated to destroy human life, I began to target and mow down the any troop or worker I spotted in the area. I had to clear things out so our troops could deploy in safety. The transport had landed behind me, using me as a shield, once again.
I half expected to see the entire ship’s crew come through that door. I was surprised when I saw about 30 stormtroopers come through it. Had no one thought to mention that a 90M transport and YT-2400 were boarding? I had to laugh.
I went through them rather quickly as well.
“I think everything is clear, you can deploy the troops now. Just be careful of the auto-blaster.” I said into the comm. system. I also got myself prepared for the fight. I had a standard issue M-16 rifle on a shoulder strap, a Baretta M9 pistol below my left arm, and reload clips for both on my belt. My Flash 4 blaster, which sat on my right hip, and vibroblade were also at the ready. I wore no form of body armor, since I knew that it would not likely do any good. I put on my headset, and made sure that the camera-viewing system that was installed on my blaster was working properly. Fighting in corridors and rooms would make the system very key to my survival. I was not going to walk into, or lead anyone into, any ambushes today.
After giving Bob orders to defend the group, I slowly descended the ships ramp. About 150 troops were already setting up a base camp in the docking bay, while another 50-60 were already making rounds at the doors. Several of the Earth coalition troops were busy collecting Blastech DH-17 blasters, dropped by Naval personnel, and stormtrooper E-11 rifles.
Slowly, all the troops finally made their way out. It was then that the specific orders of attack were given. A map of the Star Destroyer was brought out and placed on the floor. The highest-ranking members of the force were gathered.
“Priority one is holding this launch bay. By holding it, we cut the ground forces off, as well as give us a rally point if anyone gets overwhelmed. General, take 200 men and fortify the area with something. Empty fuel contai

Post: #68125
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68125/action/topic#68125
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:45 AM

Chapter 15: The Three Plans and Their Implementation

Almost immediately after my meeting was over, I returned to my ship to contact and speak with Organa. He has been able to allocate resources for my initial request. Now, I got to explain my plans.
“First off, I need to be absolutely sure of what you just told me. Are you positive, after viewing the information I just sent you, that the ships you are sending will be able to hide in the corona of our Sun, because if they are detected, they will have to get out of there really fast, and Earth will be toast.”
“Yes. I have Alderaan’s top scientists telling me that right now.” Bail responded.
“Alright then. Plan A is if the ambassadors do come as they are expected to. If this happens, your ships will have to stay where they are until they leave. At that time, I will fly my ship to them, and tell you the specifics of the agreement. In both plans B and C, I speculate the Empire will use an Imperator-class Star Destroyer. Plan B is the longest, so I will leave that for last. Plan C is if they come and decimate our planet from orbit. Under those circumstances, when the Empire leaves, come and scan the planet for life. There is no sense risking your own lives to save us. No matter what happens, I plan to be off world in the beginning, so I will survive. Plan B is for if they attack us on the ground. I see them doing this if they plan to garrison the planet or subjugate us.”
I paused, to make sure I did not forget anything.
“In plan B, I will wait until the landing of Imperial ground troops has begun, then I will come around our sun and contact the ships there. Step one is the launch of your Y-Wings. Their goal is to disable the ship’s communications, sensors and shields. They must move swiftly. Step two is where the docking-capable ship, and a payload of troops, both Rebellion and from my world, move in, land in the massive launch bay, and attempt to capture the Star Destroyer. My YT-2400 would run point for them, first to make sure that they made it to the attacker intact, and second because I could lay down cover fire while troops were unloaded. I figure that between your advanced weaponry and my planets vast number of people, we should be able to do the trick, even if it means that the transport ship has to return to either your ship or the surface to gather reinforcements. I have already spoken with my superiors, and they are willing to offer as many infantry troops as they can. Depending on what time your ships arrive, I would like it if we could get the two groups together and train.”
Bail saw a few flaws in this plan. I did remind him, though, that no plan was foolproof, and that there were always risks involved. The flaws would be minimized if the plan was executed quickly enough, and if what was planned on the planet worked.
Bail agreed to the plan and informed me that the ships I requested would arrive within one standard week. This worked fine for me.
During that week, I had many tasks. First, I had the Pentagon search through their armed forces database to get me the, as the movie Men In Black had put it, the best of the best of the best. At the same time, the President was asking governments around the world to undergo a similar process. Great Britain, Germany, Japan, Israel, Russia and more all were able to pledge some support to the campaign. I soon had a top-flight fighting force pulled together.
As this collecting of military talent was going on, I spent time briefing the U.S. military, telling them the best ways to defeat the troops they might face. Everything I said was videotaped, translated, and sent to the militaries around the world.
I also was given access to the Army laboratories, where the scientists were carefully analyzing the blasters I had brought for them. They had not been successful in finding a defense against the weapons, and had very, very limited success replicating it. I had to doubt that we would be able to arm our own troops with blasters for the mission. They had made several very helpful discoveries, though. They found that the batteries used in the weapons were DC-based. This made me happy, because I knew I would then be able to recharge the packs for my weapons.
I also took the time to ready myself for the future. I added two scope systems to my Flash 4 blaster. One was a laser scope, mounted below the barrel, and the other was a ‘high-tech’ (these words meant so little to me now) camera system that was attached to a glasses-based viewing system. A similar camera system was adapted for the E-11 I had bought. It already had the camera built-in, as some had speculated on the Internet, and the scientists I took it to found a way to link it to the same glasses.
When all the troops we had expected arrived, each was screened. The most important aspect was that they had to speak and understand English. Second to that was a loyalty to command. They had to be able to follow orders, and follow them to the letter. Third, was the ability to adapt to a situation. If something went wrong on board the ISD, they need to be able to quickly assess what was going on and change to survive. The combined force after everything was done came to about 1500 troops. Not as much as I had hoped, but the President assured me that if more were needed the day of the attack, then I would have them.
By this time, five days had gone by. I was impressed with how quickly everything had gone. I got in my ship, and took off for a set of prearranged coordinates that Bail and I had agreed upon. I waited for a few hours, and was soon greeted by the Rendilli Stardrive Dreadnaught I had requested. I had them follow me to Earth, and upon arriving, I docked and boarded their ship. I was surprised to find myself greeted by a younger version of Carlist Rieekan, the soon-to-be General that will be in charge of the Alliance base on Hoth in a number of years. He had already been informed of the plan that I had discussed with Organa.
Now that the whole fighting force was together, I felt the first important thing to do would be to train. There were about 500 Rebel troops, giving us a total of 2000 men to capture the ship with. The rebels were brought to the surface, to where we had built barracks for the fighting force, in the American Midwest. Training scenario’s were designed and used, very often involving working in corridors and rooms. Combat strategies were put together, making sure we had the maximum effectiveness. Since it was very likely that stormtrooper armor would deflect bullets, all personnel were told to pick their targets well. Earth troops to target uniformed Navy officers and enlisted, unless they found a discarded blaster. Rebels were to shoot at armored attackers. We trained, myself included, for more than 4 Imperial weeks.
I soon learned that Organa went above and beyond my request. He had also sent engineers and scientists to help our people ‘catch up’ with the rest of the galaxy. A ship repairman was assigned to make modifications to my YT-2400. He was able to boost the speed, increase the shield strength, and he installed a small quick-fire blaster cannon, similar to the one that the Millennium Falcon used against the snowtroopers in The Empire Strike Back.
I spent the remainder of the time before the Empire showed up continuing to refine the possible attack. Using the two Y-Wing squadrons, we timed how long it would take them to engage the enemy. Since we would be out of radio contact (caused by the same interference that would prevent the Imperials from detecting the Rebel fleet), we were forced to base our actions almost entirely on timing. Since I would be flying point for the transport ship, it was key that for me to watch my sensors and communications to make sure we didn’t arrive too early or too late.
The Y-Wing pilots were also briefed on their objectiv

Post: #68124
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68124/action/topic#68124
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:45 AM

Chapter 14: Calling for the Cavalry and Returning Home

I set course for home. It was actually a shorter distance than the total Imperial City to Tatooine trip, which I looked at as being a good thing. Before I planned to land on Earth, I would contact Bail Organa, and ask him for his help. If the Empire did attempt to attack Earth, I thought it was our right to give them a fight. I spent the trip planning out how we could take out a superior foe (I didn’t think the Rebellion would be able to spare anything very large). I came up with three different scenarios. Number one, they come as they promised and negotiate an agreement between Earth and the Empire. Number two, they come and intend to subjugate us be means of force. Number three, they come and completely annihilate everything living on the planet. Option three was the bleakest, but also the most unlikely. They had no reason, unless they had found out about our knowledge, to do such a thing.
I also spent some of the time preparing a report for my return home. I knew I would have to present what I had learned to the world. This would just give me time to do other things once I made it home.
I arrived in our solar system. I was approximately in Jupiter’s orbit when I stopped and tried to contact Alderaan. After a few minutes, I got a response.
“Yes, this is Bail. Oh, hey, it’s nice to hear from you. What is it that you need?”
“After I left Alderaan, I spoke with a Rebel sympathizer on Tatooine. Someone that had some experience with Imperials. I explained to him my situation, and he told me that based on his past experience, I should not trust the Empire and its word. For this reason, I was hoping the Rebellion could help protect my planet in the event that we come under attack. Can you help us?”
“Of course, what do you think you will need?” Bail asked.
I replied, “Well, since I am not familiar with the resources you have at your disposal, I’ll just throw out some ideas, and you can let me know how it might work out. First, we would need a medium-sized capital ship, preferably with a docking bay. My first thought is a Rendilli Stardrive Dreadnaught, but I doubt you can spare one of those. Second, I think 2 squadrons of Y-Wings would be enough. Third, a ship capable of carrying a large number of assault troops in full battle gear, and that could dock with another ship. The troops themselves are not completely necessary, but any you could spare would be helpful.”
Bail paused for a while, as if he was going over something in his head.
“Well, the Y-Wings and docking-capable ship are possible. I would have to check around for a larger ship though. Most of the one’s we have are defending our important installations.”
I told him, “No problem. Don’t give any orders to come to Earth just yet, though. I still have to inform my superiors of what has gone on. They may have other plans. I will contact you again with updated information.”
With that, I shut down the subspace transceiver, started up the engines again, and headed home. On the way, I explained to Bob that he was in for some unusual treatment. No one on Earth had seen anything even remotely close to the sophistication of a droid. He was probably going to be asked a lot of technical questions about himself, and I wanted to make sure he was aware of that.
Once I arrived in orbit, I cranked up the transceiver again, setting it to a lower frequency so I could transmit to Earth. I had to play around with it for a while, and I finally got what I wanted. It was Reagan Airport in Washington D.C. I requested a connection to the Pentagon, and was granted it after I gave them my clearance codes. Once I was connected to the Pentagon, I asked for a safe location where I could set down. They then called back to Reagan Airport, and got me some special clearance I had never heard of. Basically, they block off windows, remove people from the tarmac and I land in an empty, private hangar. So, that is what I did. When I arrived, the President, the usual Pentagon personnel, plus a couple scientists greeted me.
As I walked off the ramp of the ship, I stopped and gave a salute. It was returned, and I was offered a handshake by all that had come to see me. I returned to the ship quickly, and retrieved the swoop, and with it the blasters I had bought. With Bob walking out with me, I showed the President what the galaxy had to offer. I think he was pleased. I was too. I was home again.
I was taken directly to the Pentagon, where I quickly printed several copies of my report, and prepared for another briefing. This time, I would simply be reading through my report, and answering any questions that came up. It was also at this time that I found myself needing to bring up my discussions with Bail Organa and Momaw Nadon.
“Mr. President, members of the Joint Chiefs, other distinguished members of the government. I have something additional I need to report. Something I left out of my report, in the event that what I wrote should ever be released to the public. I felt it was best that the information be held because it could conceivably cause the same panic and fear that I was afraid of occurring after the first press conference.” I began.
I was asked to continue.
“As you read in my report, a delegation of Imperial ambassadors and diplomats will be coming within the next 60-65 days. What I left from my report was my feelings concerning the Empire and a meeting I had with a rebel sympathizer on the planet of Tatooine. He was once the leader of a large group of his species, probably comparable to a President or King here on Earth. The Empire came to his planet, and made demands of him and his people. Demands that they could not respond to without breaking sacred rituals. They were threatened, and when he finally gave in to the demands, he was banished from the planet. After I explained the Earth’s situation, he told me specifically that the Empire could not be trusted. If they feel we have something of value, they will either take it from us, or wipe us out to prevent others from getting it. I feel that, if they knew about it, our knowledge of the galactic future is extremely valuable. We also do not know if there are any other resources or such they may find here to value. So, to be on the cautious side of things, upon my arrival in the solar system, I spoke with another man I met in my travels. Viceroy Bail Organa, of the planet Alderaan. Despite his planets peaceful and benign outward appearance, he is one of the leaders within the Rebellion. I requested his help in the event that the Empire should attack us. At this very moment, he is probably trying to figure out how he can spare what I asked for. I told him I must speak with you, my superiors first, to make sure it was a wise move.”
Had I overstepped my boundaries? Was my request for support not what the Earth wanted?
I paused so what I said could sink in and be considered.
The President and the joint chiefs pulled together at their table, whispering to each other. Finally, the President sat up, and the other followed.
The President spoke. “This is a difficult issue. On one hand, if you and your contact are correct, having a small defensive fleet would be absolutely necessary for our survival. On the other, if you are wrong, and the Empire finds an enemy fleet orbiting Earth, they will very likely assume we are in league with them, and might destroy us.”
I replied to his statement by saying, “I had a similar thought, but we may be able to work around all aspects of this situation. I see three possible outcomes.”
I began to outline my three plans. To me, each made perfect sense, and I saw only a small risk of Rebel exposure from each, provided everything worked as I planned. As I explained, I could tell that my audience seemed to be warming up to Rebellion intervention. Th

Post: #68123
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68123/action/topic#68123
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:44 AM

Chapter 13: Shhhh…be vewy, vewy quiet. I’m hunting Dwagons. Hahahahaha.

By the time I returned to my ship, I figured I had about 2-3 hours of daylight left, and I had one thing I wanted to do before I left Tatooine.
“Bob, how good are the sensors on this ship? For example, could we find a reptile the size of this ship if we flew within, oh, 2 kilometers of it?”
“Yes sir. We could probably detect a life form that size from 5 kilometers, 7 if we do some power transferring. May I ask what you want to do?”
“Sure. I want to do a little hunting.”
I had read all my Star Wars books very well. The vicious Krayt Dragon of Tatooine was a gigantic creature. I knew its weakness, though. It has a large sinus cavity that leads directly to the brain. A single blaster bolt could bring it down if aimed just right. Why hunt one? In one of its gizzards, I would find a treasure worth many times more than what I had received from the Emperor.
My first real problem, was finding one of the huge beasts.
My second would be getting a clear shot.
My third, would be finding the correct gizzard.
I left the ship, and informed the port authority that I was leaving for a short time, and that I planned to return. For another small fee, they promised to leave the docking area in my name, rather than loan it out again. How kind of them.
With that, I left. Bob piloted the ship, while I watched the scanners. We spent the next hour and a half scanning the Dune Sea. Then I got a blip. It grew, and grew. This was one large reptile. Bob turned towards it, and soon I could see it through the glas…er, transparisteel of the cockpit. Simply amazing. This thing had to be 40M long. It was like a gigantic alligator, except the snout was shorter, and it had to be warm-blooded. There was no way a creature like this could survive otherwise. It would have needed far too much outside heat to get moving every morning.
It did notice us, turning its head and snarling. As I readied myself, Bob piloted over a few sand dunes, to make sure it would not see me leave the ship. I grabbed my new Blastech E-11, the vibroblade, and a comlink, giving another to the droid. His orders were to give me directions and warnings, in the event that the creature caught wind of my presence.
I slowly made my way to the top of a sand dune. I hoped it would give me safe haven until I could get my own assessment of my future, rather than just rely on the ships sensors. As I peaked over the top, I could see the dragon, about 100M away. This would be fine, if he would just turn his head, I could have a clear shot. At 100M, maybe I could shoot him, then hit him again as he turned towards me. I would not have very long if I did that.
I watched as the creature walked along. I needed to do something now, before it got away. So I took aim (accounting for his speed), and squeezed the trigger.
Ouch, that had to hurt. As I had hoped, I caught him in the eye. Doing this, he would have to turn towards me to either look with the other eye, or to orient his nose to sniff for me, and I was right. It took a few more shots than I thought, but he went down immediately upon hitting the right spot on the head.
It took me a few minutes to cover the distance to the reptile. First thing I wanted to do, was remove a spine from his back as a trophy. Next, was the sick part. I began to dig in. I had to have been there for a full hour, trying to find that gizzard. I decided to just start cutting any and every little thing open. After another 15 minutes, I finally found what I was looking for, and in it, five beautiful pearls. I took my treasure, as well as some of the Dragon’s meat, back to the ship, where I also cleaned myself up.
We then returned to Mos Eisley, parked in our reserved spot, and stayed for the night.
The next day, after getting some provisions and selling the meat I had collected, we left. This time I was indirectly heading for familiar territory. Home.

Post: #68122
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68122/action/topic#68122
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:43 AM

Chapter 12: Complete with Stereophonic Listening

It was a long trip to Tatooine from Alderaan. The Falcon made it in about 22 hours, but that was with a class .5 hyperdrive. This was going to be a lot slower in this ship, for now. I spent the time I had trying to figure out what exactly I was going to do when I got there. One of my priorities was to speak to an Alliance sympathizer that I wasn’t sure would be on the planet. He would be there in a few years and I was positive about that. Another was to get a sidearm. I didn’t want the Empire to know about it, so I didn’t try on Imperial City, and Alderaan had no weapons, so this was my first opportunity.
After the long trip, we landed at Mos Eisley. Port authority was no problem, so long as you paid them enough. As I landed the ship, I quickly asked about various locations in the city, and, again, provided I paid enough, I was given all the information I needed.
My first stop was a weapons store. Though finding the sympathizer was more important, if he wasn’t even in the system, it would do no good to waste my time looking for him. Another factor I had not originally considered is that it is far safer to walk around Mos Eisley WITH a weapon, than without.
“Hi, may I help you?”
I was greeted rather well by a male human, or maybe it was a Hutt that spoke Basic. His size did not help me make the determination.
“Yes, hello. I’m new to this area of space. I’ve spent much of my time on planets such as Alderaan. For this reason, I had no need for any weapons. Now, I find myself in what I have heard as being a “wretched hive of scum and villainy, ” so I figured if I want to live the day, I best get something to protect myself with.”
I continued by rattling off the list of what I was looking for.
“First off, I’d like something small, but with some punch to it. A DL-44 or something similar would probably work the best. Oh, and I will need some extra charge packs for it as well, if that is possible.”
The man (I could tell now by how he moved behind the counter) looked a little bit, and found the closest thing to I was looking for, a Merr-Sonn Flash 4, and it came with a holster, belt, and 2 battery packs.
“Shouldn’t this have a scope on it as well?” I asked.
“Opps, your right, it should. I don’t think I have any other blaster like what you want, so this will have to do.”
I said it was fine, and continued.
“Next, let’s see, oh, I remember, those heavy blaster pistols can run out of juice at just the wrong time, if you know what I mean. Have you got anything that would give me more shots per battery or per gas fill-up? Longer range would be helpful as well. In fact, why don’t I just say this flat out. If you’ve got any illegal Blastech E-11 blaster rifles, I’ll take one. Money is not an issue.”
The storeowner looked a little nervous as I made this last request. He proceeded to walk out from behind the counter and make sure no one had heard my request. He then headed towards the back of the place, unlocked a door, and entering. My guess was that he did have the rifle, and that I’d have to pay plenty for it. I was right. He returned with the weapon. No belt, no batteries, nothing. Guess that’s the price you have to pay for illegal goods.
“Excellent. The last item I had on my list at this point was just a simple vibro-blade. Something about this long.” I held up my fingers about 5-6 inches apart.
He had no trouble finding what I asked for.
Last, I simply asked for 3 blasters of any make or type. I was going to hold on to these for the U.S. government to study.
Piling everything up on the counter in front of me, he totaled it up. It was 500 credits for the Flash 4, 100 for the blade. But it was the E-11 that hit me hard. 1500 credits. I paid it all with cash. I strapped on the Flash 4 and attached the knife to my belt. I then removed a shirt, and wrapped the illegal rifle with it. All I needed to do was make it back to the ship.
I was lucky. No problems.
The next item to take care of was the sympathizer, and I knew exactly where to go to find him. Quite possibly the most dangerous place in the city, the Mos Eisley Cantina. I began to walk there. It was quite a bit farther than the weapons shop. It gave me a chance to see all the various species that might come to visit Earth now. Bith, Ishi Tib, Nikto, quite a few humans, and a few druids, as well as numerous others that I never recognized before.
I passed the speeder lot where Luke sold his X-34. I decided to stop for a moment and look around. I had the money to spend, why not take advantage of that. I couldn’t use a full size speeder. I had to get something I could fit up the ramp of the ship. I decided on a swoop. As I looked around, I saw a number of models, and two that I recognized. As I looked, it appeared as if I caught the attention of the lot owner. It slowly walked over, and began to give its sales pitch. Unfortunately for it, I did not understand a word he said. It sounded a little like Huttese, but the alien spoke fast enough I could not catch it all, that coupled with the fact that my knowledge of the language was about 20 words, and only if they were spoken individually.
I hoped it would notice my confusion before he sold me the vehicle.
Luckily, it did. I soon learned that he did not understand basic.
A good day goes bad.
This would require some ingenuity that the galaxy had not seen since Harpo Marx graced the silver screen. I reached into my pocket for the imperial currency. All coins, it would prove easy to sort through. Slowly, I worked out a total of 2500 credits, and showed them to the lot owner. Once again, I got lucky. Money, not love, was the universal language. As I held out my hand, it pointed to a 1000 credit coin, and then held up 1 finger. I thought for a second.
“It wants another 1000.” I thought to myself.
Since I thought my first offer was reasonable enough, considering what I paid for the weapons, I reached into my pocket for 2 1000 credit pieces. I placed them in my hand, while removing the extra 500. My offer stood at 3000 credits. The alien thought for a moment. It then reached for my other hand, where I had kept the extra 500, and placed one 100-credit coin into the hand with the 3000. It was willing to let me have it for 3100. A far cry from the 2500 I had initially offered, but all things considered, I figured this would be a fine deal. I responded by taking the aliens hand, and transferring the money from mine to its. I also shook my head up and down. I hoped this was a gesture that it understood. Luck had been on my side that entire day, and this was not when it left me. The alien understood, then left momentarily to get me whatever I would need for the swoop.
As I waited, I noticed a helmet hanging on a wall nearby where the alien had gone. Just as it returned, I took down the helmet, pointed to it, and showed the owner a 50-credit piece. He understood perfectly, but refused the money. I guessed it was throwing in the helmet, or maybe that was part of the pitch I never understood.
After everything had been worked out, I hopped on the swoop and left for the cantina. The trip when much faster than if I had remained on foot, but I still moved slow enough that I could look at the buildings and people as I went. I arrived at the cantina, but then thought about something.
“How in the world did Luke leave his speeder behind without anyone stealing it? Everyone, including the druids, left the speeder unattended at first.”
I began to get worried. I had just paid good money for this bike, and I didn’t want to have it stolen right away. So, I did the first thing that came to mind. I walked right over to a stormtrooper and asked what I should do.
“Excuse me. I am new to this planet, and I just purchased the swoop. I wanted to go into that

Post: #68109
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68109/action/topic#68109
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:12 AM

Chapter 11: The Truth Comes Out

“Viceroy, may I speak with you, privately?” I asked.
He nodded, and waved his the servants that had been attending us away.
“Is there somewhere else I could speak with you, more securely? What I wish to tell you is extremely, umm, sensitive.”
He began to decline the request, but I interrupted him with something that I could tell surprised him.
“Perhaps it would be better if I discussed this with Mon Mothma or Garm bel Iblis?”
He thought for a second, and then figured out the connection I was trying to draw. He immediately rose and motioned for me to follow. And follow I did. He led me down several hallways and through 2 locked doors to another room. From there, we walked to what appeared to be a closet, and he opened a secret panel in its back wall.
“This is the most secure room on all Alderaan. The 2 locks are genetically based; meaning only someone with my exact genetic structure can open them. We also passed through a number of scanners designed to detect listening devices. What is it you wish to discuss with me?” he said.
“Yes.” I began. “I’ve been hiding something from the Empire and everyone not from my planet, and I have to tell what it is. I feel I can trust you not to say anything. If you repeat this, it would mean everything you fight for would be lost. You must not even speak of it with me after this, alright?”
“Fine, you have my word. But, what is it?” he insisted.
“As far as the Empire knows, my world is just a backward, technologically inferior collection of people. This may be true, but we hold a knowledge that could valuable beyond words. More valuable than all the Krayt Dragon Pearls in the universe. More valuable than the Dark Force. More valuable than the treasure of the Warlord Xim.”
“Ahhh, you’ve been reading up on history, I see.”
“No sir. I haven’t. I checked the Imperial Historical documents during my trip to Imperial City. The Katana Fleet was not mentioned. Nor was the Warlord Xim. No, I knew of these things long before the Empire visited. You see, on my planet, one of our forms of entertainment is 2-dimentional moving pictures. We call them movies. Roughly 25 Earth years ago, a man revolutionized the movie industry with a story he called Star Wars. It followed the exploits of a young man named Luke Skywalker as he goes from a moisture farmer to a legendary Jedi Knight. No doubt you recognize the last name and title he gains??”
At this point, Organa was sitting very still with his head tilted down. He knew exactly what I was talking about. He began to shake his head up and down.
“Good. Well, I was a great fan of these movies. I watched them time and time again, as did millions of other people on my planet. Books were written. Toys were manufactured. It was truly amazing how popular the story had become. Well, via the movies and various other media, the Earth has a recorded history of your part of the universe that extends for the next 20+ years. I know more about it than most on my planet.”
By this point, Organa had somewhat snapped out of his amazement.
“Why tell me all this?” he asked.
“Well, number one, as I said before, I couldn’t keep it held up in me for much longer. Number two; I personally support your rebellion and its ideals against the Empire, as do many on my planet. If they find out the truth, our planet will very likely become the newest asteroid field in the galaxy, while they systematically destroy your Rebellion, piece-by-piece.”
“They don’t have the firepower to do that to a planet!”
“They will.” I replied.
With that, he slumped in his chair again.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Well, there are a number of things I need. First, I’d like it I could get my ship scanned. I don’t trust the Empire. I need it checked for anything and everything. Bombs I want destroyed. Tracking devices that are found should be removed, but not destroyed. I will return to get them later. If I destroy one now, the Empire will know I’m on to them. Second, if I ever need to contact you, I’d like the frequency of a secure channel I can use.”
“It will be done. Tell me one last thing though. Do we win?”
I sighed and thought for a second.
“Yes, but you will unfortunately not be alive to see it happen, but Leia will. She and the friends she makes will have a long road before them, even after victory is declared. But she will always find a way to survive and win. You should be very proud of her.”
He seemed disturbed for a moment, and appeared as if he wanted to ask when he would cash in his chips, but he then figured I would not tell him. A brave man he was.
The ship was scanned, nothing was found. The ship was refueled and I was given the address for a comm. channel that would connect me with Alderaan. My travels, as for as “learning about the Empire” were over. I was now going to find out what might be in store for Earth.
My next destination was Tatooine.

Post: #68107
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68107/action/topic#68107
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:11 AM

Chapter 10: On the Road Again

Due to my unfamiliarity with flying a ship, LE-B0B3 had to pilot for me to begin with. Once we got into space, I was able to take over for a little.
“So, LE-B0B3…you know, I should figure out something that was less clumsy to call you. Let’s see, how about Bob? Fits with the “B0B” portion of your designation.”
The droid acknowledged the idea. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Alright. Why don’t you tell me about this ship? What can it do, what can’t it do?”
“This is a Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-2400 Light Freighter. It is equipped with a class 2 hyperdrive and sublight engines that give it a maximum speed of 60mglts. For offensive and defensive purposes, it carries 4 laser cannons, mounted on 2 turrets, and 2 concussion missile launchers. A Titanium-alloy hull and deflector-shield system help to protect us from the vacuum of space and weapons fire.” Bob rattled off.
“That’s it?? Didn’t your previous master make any modifications to it?” I asked.
“No sir. The ship was new. He was going to have it worked on after he finished the job he was in the middle of. That’s when we were arrested.”
“Well, I intend to fix that. Our first stop will be on Alderaan. I understand it’s a beautiful planet, and I’m hoping I will have some ‘business’ there to take care of.”
I continued. “Now, show me how I setup the hyperdrive for the trip.”
As soon as we were underway, I began to evaluate the ship with Bob’s help. Before I could start throwing better equipment on board, I had to make sure I had enough power available to me. Bob’s estimates showed the ship did have available power, and plenty to go around. I had the feeling I picked the right ship.
“Question for you: Can I transfer power from one system of the ship to another? For example, if we are under attack, and our shields are about the fail, can we transfer power from the weapons to the shields and increase their strength?”
Bob’s reply was a reassuring yes.
That would help matters. We discussed the matter for the few hours it took to go from Imperial City to Alderaan.
When we arrived at Alderaan, local port authorities immediately contacted us. I explained that I was a representative from the planet Earth, and that I simply wished to view a planet I had heard was to be unparalleled in its physical beauty. After a few moments, I was given an approach vector and place to land. Within a few minutes, we were through the clouds and on our way. What a wonderful looking place.
I was surprised as we set down to see a well-dressed man and (his?) entourage waiting on the platform for me. I left my ship.
“Greetings, I am Viceroy Bail Organa. I am honored by your visit, and at the same time puzzled. We had not been informed of your arrival.”
As we shook hands, I replied.
“There is a simple explanation for that. There was no information sent. To explain this all very quickly, within the last 2 weeks, the Empire “discovered” my home planet, Earth. In order to help me learn and understand more about the Empire, I was allowed to leave my planet and visit Imperial City. The Emperor told me it would take 2 months before any Imperial diplomats would be able to visit my planet, so I was given a ship and some money, and allowed to strike out on my own to learn. Yours is the first planet I have been to since I left Imperial City. I heard that it was a most beautiful place to visit. I must honestly say I was not expecting that I would be greeted by the leader of the planet.”
“Well then, please come in and accept the hospitality of Alderaan.”
I was invited in, given food and drink, and expanded on my story. Organa seemed fascinated by the idea that humans existed somewhere and that only now, they had been found.
But the entire time I was talking with him, I had something else on my mind.
I wanted to let someone else the secret that Earth held.

Post: #68105
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68105/action/topic#68105
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:09 AM

Chapter 9: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Senate…

I awoke early the next morning. I dressed quickly so I could spend as much time as possible perusing the ship at the impound. It didn’t seem right, taking a ship that was technically owned by someone else, but I got the feeling that the ships I had to choose from wouldn’t be used anymore unless they were sold off to someone else.
My usual guides/ guards showed me to the impound. It was a far distance away, but the trip went fast in this ‘Air Taxi’ we used. When I arrived at the impound, there was already a worker waiting for me. He showed me a list of ships, and then proceeded to point them out to me. A couple Cloakshape Fighters here, a Z-95 Headhunter there, and a variety of other small ships were mine for the taking. As I looked over the list, I was disappointed to see no YT-series ships. Then I saw I was wrong. There was a single YT-2400 on the list. The same ship Dash Rendar piloted. This was what I wanted to find, so I patiently waited until we got to it. I looked it over. Appeared to be in good shape. The ship was decent sized, and had adequate weapons systems for my tastes. I asked the worker if he knew anything about the previous owner. That’s when it got ugly. Smuggling, more specifically, gun running, and it was his tenth offense. He was at the Spice Mines of Kessel. I thought to myself, he’s dead already. This ship was perfect.
I asked the worker, “Can I get a look inside?”
“Sure, no problem.” Was the response I got. He then started checking pockets, and found the key he wanted. He opened up the ship and I walked in. I was suddenly hit by something. It knocked me to the floor. The worker was in like a flash. He pulled out a small weapon and fired a whitish-blue shot in the direction of the attacker. When I got up, I saw a droid on the floor. I had had something thrown at me by a droid.
The worker turned to me, saying, “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. When the ship was brought here, we had a similar incident. I thought the droid had been removed or shutdown. We can have it removed for you si…”
I interrupted him, “Not necessary. Show me how to reactivate the droid and let me handle it. Yesterday I was speaking with the Emperor. No droid is going to get the best of me.”
“Yes sir. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be waiting outside.”
I reactivated the droid. It appeared to be a LE series Repair droid. I had read about them in one of my books. They were designed to be a cross between astromech druids and protocol droids. I helped it off the floor and into a chair in the cockpit.
“State your designation.” I said to it.
“El-ee-bee-zero-bee-three. Sir, where is my master? I’ve been waiting here for a long time.” The droid asked.
I told him I didn’t know for sure, but that chances were high he would not be coming back. I couldn’t tell what the droid was thinking.
“But your welcome to stay on board with me. I’m new to this part of the galaxy, and I’ll need someone to help me with everything from piloting to customs officials.”
I went on to explain where I was from and about what had happened to me in the last week. I hoped the droid would decide to stay and help me out. It turned out to be much easier than that. There was no decision involved. EL-B0B3, as I probably should have expected, looked upon itself as something to be owned, rather than a being with any kind of thinking being. It was almost a “finders-keepers” mentality. At that moment, I did not feeling like arguing.
At that, I left the ship, closed it up, and told the impound worker that the ship was sufficient. The stormtroopers, still following me around, worked out the details with the worker, telling him where it was to be moved and related information.
With that, we left the yard, and proceeded to the Senate building. It was gigantic, and mushroom-shaped, just like in The Phantom Menace. As we found our way to a door inside, we were stopped by Senate security.
“I’m sorry, but the Senate is closed to visitors. They are holding a very important meeting right now and can’t be disturbed.” One of the guards told us.
I tried to explain that I was there at the personal invitation of the Emperor, but it didn’t seem to help. I was told that during these debates, even the Emperor was not allowed in the building. I was somewhat disgusted at this, but figured that it was ok. I didn’t want to get myself into any kind of trouble.
“Alright. If you will not allow me to enter, would you at least answer some questions for me? I’m new to this part of the galaxy.”
The guards didn’t see that as a problem, and were able to answer my questions. I was able to confirm that Garm bel Iblis was still the Corellian Senator, Mon Mothma represented Chandrila, and that Leia was the newly elected Senator from Alderaan. This was very important information for me, while trivial for most others.
With that, I decided I best get myself off Imperial City, and start exploring. I packed my things, confirmed with the Emperor that the diplomats would be arriving at Earth in 2 Imperial months, boarded my ship, and left.

Post: #68104
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68104/action/topic#68104
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:08 AM

Chapter 8: The First Earthling to Set Foot on Another Planet

I was setup with quarters on the Motivator; one’s usually reserved for a diplomat, so I was well off. During the long trip, I was given almost total access to the ships libraries and star charts. I transcribed what I could into my laptop. Who knows what could come in handy? About halfway through the voyage during a short stint in realspace for a course correction, I was informed that the Captain had spoken with his Imperial City superiors, and we would be heading there to meet with high government officials. It was a long trip, close to an Earth week (I didn’t know what time scale was used by the Empire). When I wasn’t reading Imperial propaganda, I walked around the ship, making myself familiar with the layout. I stopped in the launch bay and “learned” about the various craft the ship carried.
Then we arrived. Coruscant, or I should say Imperial City, home of many billions of people and thousands of races. We sat in orbit for a day or so while final preparations for my arrival were made. All the fuss was not necessary, but I let them continue without a word. It was exciting. I put on my best cloths and was soon escorted to the Lambda Shuttle, where Captain Briera met me. He seemed as excited as I was, which I found unusual. He was just going to see his superior officers, right? We descended into the atmosphere. We landed on the platform of a large building. I couldn’t see anything else. As I walked down the ramp of the ship, that is when I got the big surprise, when I figured out why Briera was so excited. I caught a glimpse of a red cloak, then another, and another. I saw a total of 6 red cloaks before I saw the black one, standing right in the middle. With a slightly twisted black cane that reflected his personality, it was the Emperor himself! I suppressed my mental questions with anything I could. I did not know the powers of the Force that the Emperor wielded, but if mind reading was one of them, he wasn’t going to learn about what I knew.
I continued to walk forward, wondering how this was going to end up. Hopefully, he would make the first move.
I tried to follow Briera’s lead. I stopped when he stopped, and I bowed a split second after he did. I kept an eye on him. He didn’t move. Then I heard the Emperor speak.
“Rise Captain. Rise honored guest.”
“Honored Guest??” I thought to myself.
The Emperor continued, “Captain Briera, you have done well. You may return to your ship now. You will be rewarded for what you have done.”
The Captain simple bowed again, and returned to the shuttle.
Palpatine then turned to me. “You do not know who I am, do you.”
“No, sir.” I said. “Despite the time I spent studying the history of the Empire while onboard the Motivator, I do not recall coming across your image anywhere.”
He then said what I already knew. “I am Emperor Palpatine, ruler of the Galactic Empire.”
I feigned shock, then fell to my knee and dropped my head, trying to be as sincere as I could. As I did so, I heard myself utter, “My Emperor.”
“Rise, please. A room has been prepared for you here in the palace and your possessions are being taken there as I speak. Feel free to move about the palace and planet, as you will. I will place 2 of my best stormtroopers on your guard while you are here. They will be able to answer any questions you may have. I wish to meet with you later today, to discuss the status of your planet.”
“Thank you, my lord. Your kindness is beyond words.” I responded.
With that the Emperor left and I was shown to my room. It was very spacious and elegant. The two guards were given orders to stand outside my door when I was in the room, and stand beside me when I wasn’t. Made using the bathroom (or, refresher as they call it here), a real hassle. After viewing my room, I took the opportunity to visit Monument Square, and see the only grass left on the planet, and to see the outside of the Senate building. By the time I arrived there though, it was time for my meeting with the Emperor. So I had to return to the palace. I was escorted to a throne room that looked strangely like the one in the second Death Star. When you’re as powerful as the Emperor, you can build things ANY way you want them, I guess.
The Emperor greeted me, and we got to business. He had gone over the reports from Captain Briera, and he said he wanted to go over a number of other things with me. Essentially, he asked questions, and I answered them. Most of them were concerning the technological advancement of the planet, but he also asked about politics, and a variety of other issues. He also asked what I felt about the Empire. When it appeared as if we were all finished, he said that it might be about 2 Imperial months before an Imperial diplomatic team arrived on Earth. I had learned during my time on the planet that all time was based on the Imperial City day. 24-hour days, like on Earth, but 5-day weeks, 7-week months, and an additional 3 weeks of festival and 3 holidays. That was 70 days, or 10 weeks back home.
“My Emperor,” I began, “If I may be as bold as to ask something of you. I left my planet to learn about the Empire. You have done a magnificent job today, by allowing me to tour your capital planet but this is one planet out of many thousands, or millions. I was wondering if I might be allowed the use of a ship and some money to explore other parts of the galaxy before I return home. I was asked by my superiors to be there when your Imperial diplomats arrived, so I might offer my perspective in any negotiations that take place.
The Emperor thought for a moment.
“An interesting idea, and not worth a second thought. Yes. There are a number of ships that have been sitting in the Imperial City impound for various reasons and lengths of time. Tomorrow, you may choose and take one. You will be provided with 50,000 Imperial credits. That should be sufficient for you to live off of for the next 2 months. I should hope, though, that you would not leave us very soon.”
“No, of course not.” I replied. “I was hoping I might have the opportunity to visit the interior of the Senate building before I left. And thank you. I should like to be going now, if you have nothing further. I have been keeping a record of what has happened to me on my computer, and do not want to forget anything.”
“No, I have nothing further. Sleep well.”
The Emperor was far more pleasant that I would have figured, but that was probably just a façade, trying to get on the good side of the Earth, for whatever reason. I returned to my room, recorded the day’s accounts and went to bed. My first day on a foreign planet. Amazing.

Post: #68102
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68102/action/topic#68102
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:06 AM

Chapter 7: My Decision

After some business, I returned to the White House. The President had returned, with Captain Briera. They appeared to have enjoyed the game. Both had sat down for a drink when I made my announcement, or perhaps I should call it, my request.
“Captain, I have a request. It’s a big one, and I feel that its being granted would be very important for the relations of our world with the Empire.
Take me with you.
Sure, you or diplomats can tell us about your Empire, but the best way to learn, is to do. I would like to learn about the Empire and how it works, so I’d like to see it first hand.”
Briera seemed surprised by the request. He thought for a moment.
“I have to honestly say I would have some reservations about a civilian being on board a ship of the Imperial Navy, but I’m sure something can be worked out. Does your President have any problems with the idea?”
I turned to the President.
“It is a wise idea to learn more about the Empire. You may go, but I ask that you be back if and when any Imperial ambassadors arrive so you can help the world in negotiating.”
I assured the President that I would return to do so. I had already packed some bags with cloths (no Star Wars books) and picked up my laptop. I was ready to go as soon as the Captain wanted to go.
And my timing could not have been better. The Imperial fleet had been recalled, and this was the last day they could stay. I left with the Captain on the Presidential helicopter, and we headed to the clearing for the last time. I was feeling very nervous as I walked up the ramp into the belly of the Lambda Shuttle that had come down to get us, but it was a good nervous. I had made something of myself on my world. Now was my chance to do the same to the galaxy.

Post: #68101
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68101/action/topic#68101
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:06 AM

Chapter 6: The Arrival

As expected, the Imperial fleet (I was now confident in calling it that) arrived in orbit, and it was, as was predicted, about 40 hours from my talk with the Joint Chiefs and the President. During that time, I was given a cell phone, as well as a notebook computer, and the usual keycards and ID badges that would let me into just about any government facility I would ever want to be in.
I also had the opportunity to return home and get some more of my belongings. I had not thought to pick up my Star Wars: Behind the Magic CD set when I gotten the chance before, and I felt it would also be an important resource. I also figured that in the event that they landed, my Star Wars phrasebook might be helpful.
As I had discovered, this fleet was more than Star Destroyers. We could now count 12 smaller support ships. Based on the size and shape of each, I built a full list: 6 Imperator-class Star Destroyers, 2 Victory-class Star Destroyers, 4 vintage Dreadnaughts, 3 Carrack Light Cruisers, and 3 Corellian Corvettes. The corvettes surprised me. I had not been aware of the Empire ever having used them before; err, in Lucas-time, at least. We continued to monitor them.
I was on my way back to the Imperial War Room, as I was calling it, from lunch when I got a call on my phone. It was from one of the personnel monitoring the situation.
“Sir, you wanted to know when we had anything unusual happening. Well, appear to have something coming down. It should be planet side in 20 minutes.”
I just about spit my Big Mac all over the inside of the car.
“Sir, are you alright??” I heard on the phone.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I replied. “Can you estimate the size of the ship?”
“We don’t have to, thanks to your books.” I had left my Essential Guides in the war room. I didn’t need them as much as the other people, and I wanted to make sure we all had access to the information we would need. “We’ve identified the ship as a Lambda-class Shuttle.”
“Good job. Where does it appear it is going to land?” I asked.
“Our current best guess is somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains, but we have no idea what might happen after they get into the atmosphere.”
“Alright. Have you notified the President?”
“Yes sir. He wanted to hear from you as soon as you got off the phone with me.” He replied.
“Keep me apprised of any changes. Bye.”
I could have been a little more polite about that, but I didn’t want to keep the President waiting. I had on speed dial, as anyone with his number should. He said that he was on his way to the airport, so he could board the Presidential helicopter and arrive at the landing site. I recommended that a team of marines or something like that also be included. In the event that this turned into a shooting match, secret service would not be enough. He also said he would be waiting for me. I told him I had something to pick up, and that I would be right there.
I went to the war room and picked up my phrasebook. I had no idea what they might sound like, but if they didn’t understand English, I’d probably have to fall back on something like Huttese. It promised to make things difficult otherwise. On the way to the airport, I wondered to myself why they might have decided to land in the middle of nowhere.
As we flew, we got regular updates via phone about the estimated location of the landing shuttle. I could feel a few butterflies starting to form in my stomach, but I was used to that by now. After about 20 minutes, we landed. It was a clearing about the size of half a football field, and it was the only one in the flight path of the shuttle. I hoped that we would all fit in it once they landed.
It was silent at first, and then I could hear a very faint sound. Based on what I remembered of the ship when it took off in Return of the Jedi, I knew what it was. They were coming.
Within 5 minutes, the ship had landed. As I thought, they took up most of the clearing.
As was customary on Lambda Shuttles, we soon saw a ramp come down out of the neck of the ship. As I expected, a man in an Imperial uniform walked out, flanked by 2 white-clad stormtroopers. I was not quite sure, but it appeared that his rank plaque indicated he was a Captain. He stepped forward, as did I.
“Hello. Welcome to Earth.” I said.
The Imperial looked slightly confused.
“Hello. Welcome to Earth.” I said again.
He still appeared confused but this time said, “The Empire has no records of any humans ever inhabiting this area of space, yet we are able to speak the same language?”
It was my turn to be slightly confused. “Indeed we do speak the same language. When I said hello the first time, you have a confused look on your face and I thought you didn’t understand me. As I said, welcome to Earth. I am a representative of the planet’s most influential and usually considered most powerful country, the United States of America.”
“And I am Captain Briera of the Imperial Star Destroyer Motivator. We had been ordered to this region of space to quell an uprising, and were surprised when we picked up a low-band transmission. After completing our work, we were granted permission to investigate it. And now we are here. I come as a representative of the Galactic Empire.” Breira said in reply.
“Well, it’s an honor to have you here.” I began. “Tell us something about this Galactic Empire. How big is it? Who or what leads it? Would you allow us to become a part of it? That kind of stuff.”
“Please, please. There will be time for questions later. I simply came down to introduce myself, make sure you were aware of our presence, and also show that our purpose for being here is a peaceful one.”
“I understand Captain. Perhaps we could set up a time for your next visit. How about in 24 Earth hours? That will be one rotation of the planet. And why don’t we meet here again. We can fly you elsewhere for our discussion.” I asked.
“Excellent. I will be back then.”
“Oh, Captain, two last quick things. Number one, you do not need to come down with any armed guards. We have no reason to put you in harm’s way. Your ships could easily lay waste to the planet if something did happen to you. Number two, is more of a personal request. I was quickly looking over the side arms of your guards. They do not appear to be like any weapons we have on this planet. We use projectile-based weapons. Would you allow me to squeeze off a round or two with one??”
“I don’t see why not. If you use chemical propellant slug throwers, and you’ve never seen the technology before, these should be a big surprise to you.” The Imperial was quick to show off.
What a rush this would be. The first human from Earth to fire a real Star Wars blaster. As Captain Briera turned to one of his stormtroopers for his weapon, I also turned. I asked the Marine personnel that had accompanied us for a helmet to shoot at. At first they were hesitant, but the President made it happen. I walked off about 20M to set down the helmet, and when I got back the rifle was waiting for me.
“This is a Blastech E-11 Blaster Rifle. Effective range of 100M, and a maximum range of 300M.”
I asked. “Semi-automatic??”
The captain nodded his head.
I took the weapon. It was lighter than it looked, leading me to believe that the material was some alloy we had not yet discovered. I aimed, and shot twice, putting two holes in the Marine helmet. The blaster bolt when clear through both the front and back of helmet and even scorched the ground a little. I returned the rifle.
“Wow, that was something.” I exclaimed.
With that the Captain bid us farewell, returned to his shuttle, and left. As soon as he had left, I walked to the slightly smoking helmet and picked it up. I inspected to ground, and started to pull up some of the grass. It was then that the President, marines and secret service c

Post: #68100
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68100/action/topic#68100
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:04 AM

Chapter 5: Attempts to Create a Plausible Cover

When I awoke the next day, I found a limousine waiting for me. I had planned to do a little sight seeing, but I suppose the President had other plans for me. I was taken back to the same Pentagon War Room that I had visited the day before. I found the same technicians busy at work. More images had been taken and I was able to view them. I could now plainly see several other ships in formation. Shortly after I started looking them over, I was tapped on the shoulder. It was General Johnson.
“You made quite an impact on everyone at that briefing yesterday when you mentioned Hitler. Is the Empire really that bad??”
I replied, “I wish I had been exaggerating, as the Joint Chief said, but I don’t believe I was. One of their machines of fear, the Death Star, was a 120km diameter spherical space ship. Its primary weapon was a single laser with enough power to destroy an entire planet. It was constructed by slave labor taken from a prison complex on the planet it was constructed around. Upon its completion, the weapon was tested on that planet. It was used a second time, as part of an ultimatum to a member of the Rebellion, in the attempts to discover the location of their main base.”
The general stood, silent for a few moments. Then we heard some noise. It turns out that we had some work to do.
I was quickly ushered to a small round table. Also seated at the table as General Johnson, several of the Joint Chiefs and some technicians. Someone asked, “Now that we have decided that we are not going to reveal any of this to the public, we are going to need a cover story for it, for the photo that was given to the press earlier and for any possible leaks we may have in the future.”
Another voice chirped in, “Well, future leaks should probably be handled on a case-to-case basis. We do not know what is going to happen in the future.”
“Well, if we only need to discuss the photo that was given to the press, what kind of cover would work?” I asked.
All of us talked for a couple hours. We decided that a 1-in-a-million chance of several occurrences would work. A burst of solar radiation corrupted the stream of data as the image was being downloaded from the satellites, similar to how a solar flare can disrupt cellular phone calls. In addition, a software glitch, which had since been repaired, caused the satellites to be looking in the wrong area of space. The direction change was jus a fraction of a degree, but it was enough to cause incorrect information. Finally, we added in that some further file corruption was caused by a Windows fluke error while it was being saved.

Post: #68099
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68099/action/topic#68099
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:04 AM

Chapter 4: I get to meet the President

The half hour had gone by. I was standing in a Pentagon briefing room waiting for my audience to arrive. I had gone over in my mind what to say and when to say it several times, but I couldn’t keep it straight. Suddenly, the door opened, and in they walked. 2 each of the Joint Chiefs sat down on each side of the long table, and the President at the head. General Johnson sat in a chair off to the side. Boy, was I ever glad I had some water. I don’t think there was any way I could have talked to them if there had not been.
“Good afternoon. I’m proud to be here helping my country. Before I begin, I would like to apologize for two things. Number one, my appearance. Before I left home, I was not informed that I would be briefing anyone nearly as high in the government as you gentlemen, otherwise, I would have packed at least a dress-shirt and slacks. Number two, I do not know how much of the situation you know about, so if I cover something you have already been told, bear with me.”
I took a sip of my water.
“At 2034 hours, 4 days ago, United States surveillance satellites detected a massive energy signature. It was not familiar to any of the scientists that studied it and it appeared to be emanating from somewhere off the planet. It wasn’t until about 30 hours later that your people were able to get a reasonable estimate on the location of the power source. They steered several large telescopes to search the area. It took them the next 72 hours to find, and confirm the exact location of the power. We have been monitoring the source, the triangular objects you can see in your copies of the photos, and they do appear to be moving towards Earth. Very early this morning, the ships were closing in on Jupiter’s orbit. At the speed they are moving, they should be orbiting the Earth in the next 32 to 44 hours.”
I paused for a moment.
“Now, you may be asking yourself, who am I, and why was I brought in on this. Last night, I was watching the local news when I saw one of these pictures. I immediately called the Pentagon, because I know what they are. At first, I was not believed. It was not until I told General Johnson on the phone that these ships were 1600M long, a detail I knew that had not been released to the public, that they showed interest, but when I was refused further information that might help me provide more information, I hung up. To cut out a lot of extra story, let’s just say that when I got up this morning, I found I was keeping the good General waiting. After making a deal for my information, I was brought here to Washington D.C.”
I paused again. This time I was asked a question.
“How DID you know the length of the ship? You didn’t explain that.” Said one of the Joint Chiefs.
“Excellent question, and something I was going to get to right now. Now, why no one else called the Pentagon, I don’t know, but I am not the only person that could have seen this. Do any of you have memory of seeing the 1977 motion picture Star Wars?”
There was nothing but blank stares. I found it a surprising, but not an entirely unexpected reaction.
“Alright. Well, included in your little packs of information we provided you, is a screenshot from this movie of a warship called a Star Destroyer. If you view this image along side a picture from the surveillance satellites, you should see the same striking resemblance that I did.”
Another of the J.C. spoke up “This could just be a simple coincidence.”
“I beg to differ.” I replied. “Please dim the lights and turn on the projector. This image was taken not 5 minutes before you walked in. As you can see, it shows not one, but 6 virtually identical outlines of the same ship class. Could that be a coincidence? And what about these smaller outlines? I have personally analyzed this image top-to-bottom, left-to-right. I can identify 18 unique ships with designs comparable to those used in the Star Wars Expanded Universe, that meaning including comic books, novels, and short stories. Each of these ships is a warship in its own respects.”
“Excuse me.” A new voice came through the room.
“Yes? Oh, Mr. President. What’s your question?” I said with some jubilance in my voice. I was talking with the most powerful man on Earth.
“So, your are telling us that the warships from a 25 year old movie have appeared in our solar system, and about a day and a half away from Earth?” asked the President.
“Yes. It does appear that way. I cannot provide any explanation as to how. I would say the odds are incalculable.”
The Air Force representative of the Joint Chiefs spoke up “Provided you are correct about this, how do we know they intend to stop here? They could just be passing through the solar system.”
“Again, a very good question. I have 2 reasons. Number 1, Imperial fleets do not just fly through a solar system at sublight speeds without a reason. If they are going somewhere outside of our solar system, they would have had no reason to come. Number 2, these ships have very advanced sensor systems. No doubt they detected our being here before they even arrived in our solar system. This being the case, even if they are passing through, they have or will detect us.”
“Since I expect this question will be next, let me jump the gun and answer it. You’re probably thinking, “What do we do now?” Well, It is my opinion that we should wait. I do not believe that they would attack right off the bat. More than likely, the first move will be to send a small ship down, to give them a better idea of who we are. If these people are the Galactic Empire, then they are a xenophobic group, very pro-human, and should accept us as another planet full of humans. I don’t see any problems.”
“I also want to add something very important. If I am correct, we may have a problem on our hands. You see, with all the media that has been created concerning Star Wars, the novels, the comic books, the video games and more, we may have some limited insight into the future of our own galaxy. This kind of knowledge makes us either valuable enough for the Empire to keep a hold of, or valuable enough to be completely destroyed. Neither option would be pleasant.”
“How so?” I was asked.
“The Empire is a cruel political machine. It rules through fear. It is not unlike many of the oppressive countries we’ve had here on Earth.”
“Imagine if Hitler had gotten nuclear power in 1940. That is probably what the world could be like if they came and took control. We could resist, but they can also destroy every major city on Earth in a couple hours.”
When I stopped, I could see that several people were sweating.
“If there are no more questions, I think it is safe to consider this briefing over. If anything major occurs, we can reconvene later.”
After a pause, the five men leaned towards each other to discuss something. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a few moments, the Army representative of the Joint Chiefs turned to me and said, “We have no more questions. We also wish that nothing be revealed to the public at this time. Even if your description of the Empire is exaggerated, it is well beyond what we wish to do to this world. Some leaders around the world will be notified of the discovery. If there is to be hostilities, the Armed Forces of the United States will not be enough to stop it.”
With that, everyone left. I returned to my hotel for the night.

Post: #68098
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68098/action/topic#68098
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:03 AM

Chapter 3: I get to brief WHO???

I spent the remainder of the flight trying to figure out what to say, what I might be asked, what I should wear (the clothes I grabbed in my haste were less than formal), how to address people.
We touched down after about 2 hours. From the airport I was taken, via limo, to the Pentagon, where I was taken to a sort of ‘war room’ filled with monitors, technicians, scientists, and more military personnel. My single suitcase was taken to a hotel where I was to stay for the time I was there. I was shown the images the General had mentioned. There were a total of 6 Star Destroyers on their way to Earth, and it was very plain to see them. The resolution on the images was clear enough to see the bridge domes. I couldn’t understand one thing, though. The actually outline of the Star Destroyers were so clear, yet there was a lot of extra, what looked like interference, in the space around them.
I asked around with the technicians and scientists. They seemed to be at a consensus that it was just interference and flaws in the transmission. It didn’t make any sense. There were no flaws inside the outline of the Star Destroyers. Then, I noticed something.
“Can someone get me a magnifying glass?” I said in a loud voice.
A few second later, I was handed one. I peered through it at one of the pictures. Hoping to confirm what I thought I had seen. After seeing it for long enough, I removed my book bag, pulled out one of my books, and flipped around for a second. Then I found it. This fleet was more than just Star Destroyers. Almost immediately, I was called over by General Johnson.
“You’ve got about half an hour before your first briefing. You will be addressing the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the President.”
“Alright, I should be ready by…wait a second, wait a second. Say that again??” I was surprised to say the least.
“I said you will be addressing the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the President.”
If I had been a cartoon, my jaw would have landed on the floor, and my eyes would have popped out of my head. I was going to be addressing the President of the United States? My stomach knotted up in several places. I knew I should have brought some better clothes.

Post: #68097
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68097/action/topic#68097
Time: 28-Sep-2004 9:03 AM

Chapter 2: I think I struck a nerve

I didn’t sleep well that night. The hesitance on the phone only confirmed my fear. The Empire was here. But how was it possible? The Galactic Empire was just the figment of one man’s imagination, turned into the greatest Science Fiction phenomenon in the history of the Earth. Yet, there was at least 1 Star Destroyer in the solar system. I spent the night thinking out the possibilities.
Perhaps the broadcasts of the Star Wars movies had somehow reached some other planet, light-years away, and the inhabitants had used them as blueprints, and now they were coming to investigate the origin of the signal.
Or maybe it was just a strange coincidence.
I got up and was working on breakfast when the doorbell rang. I got there, and looked through the peephole. I saw two suits waiting there. I opened the door, after tying off my robe, and greeted the 2 men there.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Sir, we’d like you to come with us.” The one on the left said.
“What, now? Do you mind if I finish breakfast and get dressed?”
Upon finishing breakfast and getting dressed, I was escorted out of the house and told to sit in the back of a black car. I found myself going to the airport and taken on board what looked like a private jet. There, several more suits and 1 military man, a General, greeted me.
“Please, sit.” I was offered a plush seat. “Would you care for something to drink?”
The nice treatment made me uncomfortable.
Not answering the question, I spoke the first thing that came into my mind.
“General David Johnson, I presume? Now, either I’ve really screwed up my taxes this year, or you’re here because you want to know what I know about the Star Destroyers. Do I assume the intent of this meeting, accurately?”
“Right on the money.” The General replied. “And I hope you plan on being cooperative about the information you ha…”
I interrupted, “A threat?? Why this must be really important. Look, as I told the man on the phone last night, without more information, I can’t help you.”
“For reasons of national security, we can’t tell you anything more than that report.”
“General, I hate to say it, but if I was right about the size of the ship, you have much more to worry about than a little news report. This goes way beyond the scope of ‘national security’, sir. One of those ships can subjugate an entire world.” I retorted. I was somewhat stunned. They truly had no idea what was going on or the magnitude of this development.
I continued, “Look. I don’t want to hold anything back from you or the government, but I must have more information. If I can have the complete story, from the beginning, I can advise you and anyone else you might think will need to know this stuff.”
The General and some of the suits huddled and discussed the matter.
“Alright. You promise that if we give you all the information we have, that you will give us an idea of what we are dealing with?” asked the General.
I gave them my answer. “Deal. And if you continue to give me information, I can continue to give you information. Not to sound like I’m full of myself, but there are few in the world that know as much about this subject than I do. That is a plain and simple fact.”
“Good.” The General turned to a man at his side “Have the pilot prepare for takeoff.”
“Wait a second.” I interrupted. “Where are you taking me?”
“Washington D.C. If you expect to brief anyone that needs to know this information, we need to get you there. I will tell you what I can on the ride there.”
“Could I make a small request first?” I muttered. “Depending on how long I’m there, I may need another set of clothes, razor, toothbrush and that kind of stuff. Plus, if you want the definitive information, I have some books at my house that could help. I may be good, but I’m not perfect.”
The General paused, then turned to the 2 men that had brought me.
“Take him back to his house. Help him get whatever he needs.”
Turning to me, he said, “Take the time you need. 2 changes of clothes should be fine. You probably will not be in D.C. for long.”
With that I was taken home. I grabbed what books I could, stashed them in a book bag. Then I threw 2 changes of clothes in a small suitcase. I was in and out of the building in 20 minutes. We arrived back at the plane an hour after leaving, and were in the sky in 10 minutes.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was going to Washington D.C. to brief politicians and top-brass military about the situation. Once we were level and cruising, I was given the information I had wanted in the first place.

The General began:
“At approximately 2034 hours, 4 days ago, United States surveillance satellites began to detect a massive energy signature. The strange thing was, it was not familiar to any of the scientists, and it appeared to be emanating from somewhere off the planet. It wasn’t until about 30 hours later that we were able to get a reasonable estimate on the location of the power source. We steered several large telescopes to search the area. It took us the next 72 hours for us to find, and confirm exact location of the power. Several pictures were taken, and the worst looking one was given to the press. When we get to Washington, you can get a look at the rest. We have been monitoring the source, these triangular objects, Star Destroyers as you have called them, and they do appear to be moving towards Earth. When I left very early this morning, the ships were closing in on Jupiter’s orbit. At the clip they are moving, they should be orbiting the Earth in 36 to 48 hours.
We can estimate their size by referring to other objects in the solar system, and you are correct. They do appear to be around 1600M long. That was obviously not revealed to anyone on the outside, so that is why we knew you had information that could be helpful.”
I sat in awe. It was true. It was all true. There was no mistaking it. I hoped my jaw wasn’t very slacked. My greatest dreams had come true. We were all part of the Star Wars Universe.

Post: #68092
Topic: Starkiller's Fan Fic. Story
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68092/action/topic#68092
Time: 28-Sep-2004 8:44 AM

Starting from the beginning:

Chapter 1: The Truth is realized

“Operator, could you please get me the Pentagon? No, don’t worry about the charges. Yes, I’ll wait.”

I had been watching the local news. There had been the usual stories about corruption, sports, bad weather, and a murder. But today something was different. The anchors didn’t make much of the report. A number of triangular objects had been detected by United States satellites. The report said the size was not determinable, but I could not believe that. One very grainy image had been released to the public. I was looking at it on the TV. No other information was released.

My jaw was sitting in my lap. Could it be true? Could it really be? Was I seeing what I thought I was seeing? It had to be. There was no mistaking that shape. It was a shape that would forever be ingrained in my mind.

My first reaction was to call the Pentagon. I had to let someone know what I knew.

It took a while to get through, but I was finally successful.
“Hello, this is the Pentagon phone system. If you know the number of the office you wish to access…”
Darn it. I got the stupid phone system. I waited on the line for 10 minutes waiting for a human to pickup.
“Hello, this is the Pentagon switchboard. How many I help you?” a human voice on the other end said.
I responded, “Hello. I was just watching the local news, and I saw a report on a grainy image taken of some objects located out in space. I might have some crucial information concerning these shapes. I am sorry to say that I do not know who I need to speak to about this.”
“Well, if you will let me put you on hold, I will see if I can rout your call where it needs to go.”
Before I could say anything, I was on hold and listening to the usual easy listening. I stayed there for about 15 minutes. It was then that I finally got some response.
“Hello, office of General David Johnson, can I help you?” A male voice came through.
I repeated. “Yes, hello. As I was telling your switchboard operator, I was watching the local news, and I saw a report on a grainy image taken of some objects located out in space. I might have some crucial information concerning these shapes.”
“And what information might that be?” The man asked with a slightly indignant tone in his voice.
“Now, please don’t hang up on my as soon as I say this, because it will sound very strange, but I know exactly what ships those are, and where they come from.” I paused.

“Those are Imperator-class Star Destroyers, one of the most powerful warships of the Galactic Empire.”

As I finished, there was a strange silent on the other end. Had I been cut off? Did I sound THAT crazy? There was no dial-tone, so I didn’t think I had been hung up on. Then I heard the voice on the other end.
“Ooooookkkkaaaaaayyyy. Sir, how would you know that?” the voice was very patronizing.
“Well, I shouldn’t say I’m sure about it. But the general outline of the ship fits.” I replied.
“Well sir, tell you what. I’m going to hang up now, and I’ll take your idea under advisement and inform the general.”
“Wait, just a second. Before you hang up, let me add one last thing. These ships, they are approximately 1600M long and if I’m right about these ships, we are all in deep trouble.” I ended and waited.
There was another prolonged pause. Very prolonged. As before, I knew I was still connected, because again there was no dial-tone.
“Ahhh, sir. I’ve been advised to ask you for some additional informati…”
“What, you mean I’m right?” I interrupted.
“I’m sorry, I can’t say anything about it, but if you would give me some more information, it would be very helpful.”
This was getting annoying. I wanted to help, but government secrecy was getting in the way.
“Look, without knowing more information, I can’t give you any information that would be importance. You’ve got my number on your caller ID if you change your mind.”
At that I hung up.

Post: #68091
Topic: Posting stories here
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/68091/action/topic#68091
Time: 28-Sep-2004 8:42 AM

Well, here's what I'll do.
Since you guys seem to like my story, I'll create a new thread, and post what I've got. I'll do each chapter as a separate post, to better break the story up.

Post: #67935
Topic: Does this make sense?
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67935/action/topic#67935
Time: 27-Sep-2004 3:34 PM

1. No, the new lines do NOT make sense.

I would, however, like to put forth a hypothetical:

According to Knights of the Old Republic, 4000 years before ANH, it was customary for the titel of Sith Lord to be pasted from one Sith to another through assassination. An apprentice always rises to defeat their master.
If they are successful, then the Sith have grown more powerful.
If they fail, then the Sith strengthen themselves by removing weak apprentices.

Assuming the same tradition was kept, Palpatine should have expected Vader to do something. When Luke pops up, bingo, Vader now has an apprentice he can take and Palpatine should see the writing on the wall.
So, we shouldn't be surprised if Palpatine knows exactly what is going through Vader's mind.

However, Vader should know the same traditions. He should know the Palpatine would expect him to attempt to surplant him. Again, when Luke is discovered, he should know that the Emperor knows.
Why would he attempt to deny it to the Emperor??

Its at that point that I sense my head start to swell, and I cannot think about it anymore lest my head explode all over my place of work.

Post: #67930
Topic: Watching with my fiancee
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67930/action/topic#67930
Time: 27-Sep-2004 3:24 PM

Quote
Originally posted by: Lethe
Thanks starkiller, I have to admit that I thought you were calling me out or something. Im glad that ended up not being the case.

It just dawned on me, if that were the case you'd have been defending jimbo. Now thats not to say that nobody on the forum would defend jimbo, but I should have thought about that before making a conclusion.

No, I'm not confrontational like that.

As for defending jimbo...I may have done that once or twice a long, long time ago, but not this time.
What I was trying to say was that I agreed with your statement.
Indeed, what version of Star Wars would jimbo want a woman to appreciate? Given what we know, he'd probably want a semi-SW fan born post-1983.

Post: #67913
Topic: Watching with my fiancee
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67913/action/topic#67913
Time: 27-Sep-2004 2:41 PM

Quote
Originally posted by: Lethe
Quote
Quoted for Truthery
Hey starkiller, call me dense, but whats "truthery"? I googled it real quick and got a lot of results pertaining to Magic(cards).

That's where I got it, the Magic: The Gathering message boards (another of my usual stops).

I think the phrase is used as a way of saying "Right on" and "I agree completely". The times I've seen it, that's the impression I've gotten. I couldn't tell you how it started though, just hwere I saw it, and that its being used excessively on those Magic boards.

Post: #67901
Topic: Watching with my fiancee
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67901/action/topic#67901
Time: 27-Sep-2004 1:50 PM

Quote
Originally posted by: Lethe
Which Star Wars would you like her to appreciate jimbo?

Quoted for Truthery
(I hate to use this phrase...I've seen it a lot on the WOTC message boards and its kind of annoying, but I think it fits.)

Post: #67848
Topic: Watching with my fiancee
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67848/action/topic#67848
Time: 27-Sep-2004 11:42 AM

Quote
Originally posted by: Laserschwert
I want a girl like that... actually, I would be happy to have ANY girl right now... but a woman like that would really make my day, or - as in your case - my life.

Congratulations!

I must echoes these same sentiments. Congrats. Can only hope I'm half as lucky.

Post: #67845
Topic: Posting stories here
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67845/action/topic#67845
Time: 27-Sep-2004 11:36 AM

So far, the entire story is 27 pages long in 10pt Arial (and its not finished. I hit some major writers-block, then I shelved the project for a while).

What I've posted so far is about 2 and a half pages worth of it.

Post: #67805
Topic: Best Movie Endings
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67805/action/topic#67805
Time: 27-Sep-2004 10:39 AM

How about the ending of "Murder By Death"?
Did anyone really see that happening?

(BTW: Wanted to add my take on the best first lines: Batman from Batman Forever and Lonestar from Spaceballs)

Post: #67777
Topic: Posting stories here
Link: https://originaltrilogy.com/post/id/67777/action/topic#67777
Time: 27-Sep-2004 8:17 AM