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Saga A story of mine from long ago:)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by SmoothCB, Jan 19, 2006.

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  1. SmoothCB

    SmoothCB Jedi Youngling

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    Jan 19, 2006
    Hey all. I was just reminiscing and remembered about a fan fic that I wrote 13 years ago. Being as I no longer have the same computer (suprise!) i decided to do a search for it on the internet. Low an behold I found it. Im 28 now so it's a little childish but here it is... I apologize for the poor format but I just copied and pasted.

    Pre Rebellion: The Adventures of Tosc Valkill


    Message of Deception, Message of Hope



    Life couldn't be better thought Tosc Valkill. He had just
    received a job from Jabba the Hutt that would add to his already
    hefty fortune. But, this was the mother load. With this single job
    he'd be set for life. Of course Tosc would never quit smuggling.
    He'd assume cut off his right hand then quit. As he leapt out of
    bed, one of his many droids entered the room with a plate full of
    hot bread and cheese.
    "Shades." said Tosc as he tied his red silk robe. The
    shades opened, the transparasteel loosing it's tint. The wide
    expanse of Nar Shadda greeted him. He was on top of the world.
    He clapped twice and Music Holo TV came on. He began to
    dance with the scantily clad dancers to one of his favorite tunes.
    After performing a few of his favorite moves including the double
    leg hop twist he entered his bathroom to freshen up. Looking in
    the mirror, the image of a man in his late twenties with sandy hair,
    piercing blue eyes and a handsome face looked back. Tosc hopped
    into the shower and whistled an ageless tune to himself. He could
    picture it now. His own palace, his every wish granted. What kind
    of job would set him for life? Fortunately it appeared to be simple.
    All he had to do was take some specific instructions from Jabba
    the Hutt to a backwater planet and then leave. He wondered
    briefly why a simple message delivery would pay so much, but that
    off course didn't matter. He would this evening. All that was
    important was that he would be rich beyond his wildest desires.
    He quickly dried his hair and threw on his favorite blue flight suit.
    He walked through his living room closing the shades and turning
    the holo screen off. He proceeded out his front door making sure
    to set his security system. As he walked the route to his ship his
    mind wandered to his inevitable elevation to celebrity status after
    he had received his riches and set up his own club or something
    similar to that. He would be the smuggler extrodinarire. Tosc
    returned to the here and now, a smirk playing itself upon his face.
    Arriving at his ship, he knocked twice on the hatch to open it then
    hopped in. Tosc began the pre-flight setup for his custom S-150,
    nicknamed the "Smuggler's Dream" on the street. His name for it
    was more modest. He called it the "Players Play House" because
    of his reputation with women. It's sleek outside in the shape of a
    giant arrow head housed ample hidden and non-hidden storage
    space with the most advanced slave controls around to boot.
    Everything was state of the art. He even had Incom's new hyper
    drive that was up to one half again as fast as their more common
    model. The repulsor lifts kicked in as he raised the landing gear,
    then nose of the Player Play House poised for entry into space.
    With a switch of the button he streaked away leaving the sprawling
    Megalopolis behind. He quickly calculated his jump to Tatooine,
    the home of the notorious gangster, Jabba the Hutt.

    The mottled myriad of hyperspace gave way to star lines
    and then finally the beige form of Tatooine came into view. Tosc
    set the auto pilot for his prearranged Docking Bay and kicked his
    feet back, took a sip of his favorite ale and enjoyed the easy ride
    in.

    Shutting down all systems, Tosc finished off the last of his
    ale. He locked up the ship then jumped out in search of a taxi to
    take him to Jabba's stinking paradise. He made his way from the
    docking bay in the evening heat still thinking of his good luck at
    getting this seemingly simple job. He passed a variety of aliens
    fro
     
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