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Jade_Pilot Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 8/16 2:55pm Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	Wow! Two chapters for the price of one! Very well written, as always! Bravo! -----signature----- "A government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big enough to take from you everything you have." ~ Gerald Ford
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Terek_Deckard Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 8/16 5:31pm Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	Thanks Jade, I'm glad you liked it. -----signature----- Terek Deckard TD-2187 Sandtrooper, 104th Moisture Farm Patrol Check out "The Sandtrooper's Story" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24597606&brd=10476&replies=30
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/18 2:32pm Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	Glad you sent me a PM. It is good to see that Vader is already reconsidering the words of Palpy regarding the death of his Son. I do wonder if there really is a "traitor" among the troops.
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Terek_Deckard Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 8/19 9:38am Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	You bet. A traitor there is. And he has already been revealed to us, the readers. The troops just have to discover it now. Second-guessing each other makes for some tense situations I would think. It may not be revealed for some time, but when it is, the guilty party will be dealt with. Until next post . . . . -----signature----- Terek Deckard TD-2187 Sandtrooper, 104th Moisture Farm Patrol Check out "The Sandtrooper's Story" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24597606&brd=10476&replies=30
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/19 10:32am Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	Tough to see that the troops still keep serving a nasty ideology, but I can see how that would happen. Still hope that the traitor makes a getaway... Perhaps even joins rebellion... faces old friends on Endor?.... that would be a long time coming though.
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Terek_Deckard Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 11/26 9:44am Subject: RE: The Sandtrooper's Story - Installment 2
	I'm sorry there have been no new postings lately. My Father, 78,has been sick most of this year, and was recently been diagnosed with prostate cancer and has had the prostate removed. I have been pretty involved with helping him and managing upkeep of his home while he is out of commission and recovering. I am beginning to write more on this, but am having trouble finding the time to do so right now. Jotting ideas down here and there and banging out a small bit at a time is all I seem to be able to manage. With that said, here's a little more of the story: Above the sprawling gardens and courtyards of the Royal Palace complex, a dozen TIE fighters abruptly broke patrol formation as their lead ship unexpectedly splintered into a ball of expanding, superheated gases and vaporized debris. The blurred shape of the Millennium Falcon throttled up as it charged headlong through the shimmering fireball that had been its target; exploding from the licking flames, unpredictably pitching this way and that. The broken, charred remains of the vanquished Imperial pilot had become entagled in the struts supporting the large radar dish mounted on the ship’s upper hull. The ‘Falcon rolled over several times narrowly avoiding the deadly blasts of heavy fire now coming from the main guns of the Star Destroyer, Intruder, just ahead. As it did so, the body of the dead pilot worked itself free of the radar dish assembly, tumbled and slid back across the hull of the ship and was vaporized in a flash by the main drive engines, leaving nothing more than a brief black streak in the sky. The scattering Imperial fighters had streaked away from the disintegrated ship, and each other, in large sweeping arcs. Their adrenaline-pumped pilots had pulled each of their ships around, abruptly changing direction and re-grouping into a ravenous pack, racing through the skies above Theed, their twin Ion Engines howling like a hungry, animal symphony pursuing the fleeing Millennium Falcon. Yané held her scarf pressed against the slice on Solo’s scalp. Blood soaked the sheer cloth and ran down the side of his head. Somehow she had managed to drag him over from the stairwell and strap them both in at the gaming table before the rolling had begun again. Han reached back, pressing a wall-mounted comm unit which broadcast into the cockpit. “Chewie, turn on the grav-stabilizers!” In the cockpit, the Wook looked up as he heard Solo’s voice. He reached up to check the control lever, only to discover that the swinging chance cubes he had hung there had disengaged it. He quickly removed the dangling charms and re-activated the stabilizer. As he did so, the pursuing TIEs fired again, forcing him to roll away sharply. This time however, Yané and his captain would not be thrown around in the back of the ship, The Imperial fighters stuck to him closely as he rolled through the sky. Then he cut a hard left, breaking straight for the looming forward edge of the destroyer. Chewie edged back on the throttle slightly, allowing the TIEs to get a bit closer as he skimmed over the hull of the Intruder, her cannons firing at him. The luminous, jade-colored energy bolts sizzled past, narrowly missing their mark as he adjusted the shield energy allocation forward. As the cannons squarely ahead fired again, he rocked the ship up on its side, allowing the blasts to blaze past, destroying two of the fighters on his tail. He veered suddenly, heading straight for another gun tower, rolling in a tight spiral as the fighter jocks on his tail fired, their attack streaming past, destroying the surface-mounted gun instead. A panel indicator for the nav’ computer began to flash and beep; the hyperspace route had finally been plotted. Another cannon quickly acquired the Corellian ship, blasting away. Chewie pulled back hard on the controls, throwing the ‘Falcon into a steep climb as the blast slammed bluntly into the shields, rocking them violently. The TIEs clumsily attempted to follow, as the gun tower began spitting energy, tracking up away from the Destroyer’s hull. The Wook, then threw the controls forward to center, stalling the drive engines, stopping all forward thrust and allowing the ship to slide into a full 180 degree rotation to the left. The TIEs all overshot him, flying past before realizing their error. As soon as the grey, leading edge of the Destroyer’s hull appeared against the black outside the cockpit window, Chewie slammed the controls forward with one hand, bringing the drive engines back online at maximum throttle, as he reallocated the shields to the rear with the other. There was a short blast of blue light from the main engines and the ‘Falcon lunged toward the grey durasteel skin of the Intruder. The gun turret opened fire, spitting a non-stop barrage at the Corellian ship. As Chewie dove below the edge of the Destroyer, the blasts from the tracking gun turrets continued to follow, trailing repeated blasts into the skin of the Destroyer, searing holes through the durasteel of their own hull before stopping. The second, orbiting destroyer was now moving into position to help. A flashing, yellow warning lamp blinked on the console in front of the Wook. He bared his teeth and growled angrily from far back in his throat. They were gaining, and readying their tractor beams. Chewie rolled into a straight climb, heading for the edge of the atmosphere. The friction associated with a sudden acceleration to hyperspace here would incinerate the ship. As he aligned the ship with her pending nav’ computer heading, a loud tone filled the cockpit, indicating all was set for the jump. Once they passed beyond the last fringes of atmo into the chill of space, his furry arms reached over for the three hyperdrive throttle levers. The two remaining TIEs were firing on their target as the Millennium Falcon suddenly accelerated into a blurred flash and was gone. The streaming, green energy bolts flung from the fighters now merely sizzled into the empty space left in her wake. * * * -----signature----- Terek Deckard TD-2187 Sandtrooper, 104th Moisture Farm Patrol Check out "The Sandtrooper's Story" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24597606&brd=10476&replies=30
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