Beyond Our World (An Earth meets starwars fanfic) Very good, READ PLEASE! :D

Hello all, this is a story written by me (padawan feline), padawan lunetta and Master Starkiller, (I'm not sure if she posts at this sight) It's an Earth meets starwars story that takes place a little after the Jedi Academy trilogy. It's got lotsa neato plot twists, like Earth is a part of the Empire and stuffs. Tell us whatcha think k!
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Camp Mia Shalom, June, 1991

"Hey Rose! Is that Orion?" Anne asked pointing up at a pattern of starts that resembled a man.
Rose rolled over on top of her sleeping bag and hit Anne with her pillow. "No stupid, that's Hercules. You can't see Orion till November."
Anne hit Rose with with her own pillow and laughing said, "Well excuse me Miss Astrologer."
The stars above them glittered like diamonds against black velvet. There had to be at least four times more stars that she could see at Mia Shalom then at home in Provo. That was one of the things that she loved about Young Womans camp, being able to see so many stars. One particularly bright one caught her eye. It was straight up above them and it seemed to grow bigger and brighter as she watched it. This time Rose's arm shot up.
Pointing up at it she asked, "What the heck is that?" The strange star grew brighter, rivaling the light of the full moon now.
"I don't know. Maybe an airplane... or", Anne smiled mischeviously. "A UFO."
Rose's pillow flew once again at Anne who caught it in mid hit laughing. Her laughter was cut short. A bluish cone of light shot out of the strange star catching Rose and Anne in it's eerie glow. Both girls screamed they suddenly shot up into the sky towards the unusually bright star that was now taking on the appearance of a space ship.

Anne slowly opened her eyes, only to quickly shut them again at the brightlight above her head. She tried to rollover, but she could feel tight binds around her body. Panicking, Anne tried to figure out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was a beam of light engulfing and carrying her up into the sky. The movie "Fire In The Sky" came to mind. Her breath caught in
her throat. Had she and Rose been.., abducted by aliens? No, that was rediculous not to mention impossible.
Anne took a deep breath, then blew it out slowly. She knew that all she had to do was open her eyes and she would find nothing but the clear night sky above her head, which didn't explain her inablity to move.., shaking her head she opened her eyes quickly. She squinted at the bright light above her head. Blinking, she took in her surroundings, it was like something out of a sci fi movie. Computer consoles blinking red and green lights lined one wall an oval shaped bed held up a sleeping Rose and the soft white walls looked faintly mechanic.
"Rose?" Anne croaked out.
"Anne? What's going on?" Rose called out.
"I don't know, but by the looks of it..."
"We've been abducted by aliens." Rose concluded in an odd tone of voice.
A moan pervaded the room. The ship quickly gathered up speed and took off fast. The momentum shoved Anne hard against her bed. The sudden burst of speed ended just as quickly as it came and silence dominated their room. An eternity of quiet ended with a swoosh of openening doors. Three fishheaded men, their alien kidnappers entered the room cautiously with guns drawn. But when thier bulging eyes caught sight of their captives, their shoulders slumped. One of them burst out laughing, a gurgling underwater sound.
He gestured towards Anne and Rose, "Great, we travel to an undiscovered
world in a new Galaxy searching for a new sentient species, and what do we get? Humans!"
One of the slumped shoulders complained leading the others to their bed sides. Her eyes widened at the fact that she perfectly understood what he had just said. These fishheads spoke
English? How? It sounded to her that not only were they from a different planet, they were also from another Galaxy!
"Humans are a more dominant species then I thought." One of the slumped shoulder fishheads observed.
Their conversation led Anne to believe that maybe in t

 

What a mighty fine beginning!! (ANywho, GUESS WHAT?!! In 11 days I'll have been registered here for a year! )

 

This is really cool. I like it. POST MORE!!

However, don't you think that they would have been a little more emotional when they found out that they weren't going home? And what was that "blue light"? a tractor beam? Hopefully you'll explain a few of those things later. Otherwise, I really like this, and please post more!

 

padawan lunetta, now, where have I heard that name before?

 

BTW the first part was written by padawan lunetta. Thanks for reading Mr.P! And epic, do you know who I am?! Hehe, one guess. ANyways MrP as for your questions. Yes the blue light was a tractor beam, lunetta wrote it in the Earthling's point of view, and they don't know what a tractor beam is! And as for emotionals.....lunetta didn't feel it important to add it in. She felt it was a given. That's what she says anyways, she wanted to hurry it along to the plot. Anyways, glad you like it!!!!
Here's some more!
(This is my first addition to it!)
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"Admiral, we have intercepted a strange coded message." The Imperial Officer dutifully reported to his superior.
"Very good. Where did it originate from?" Admiral Miften asked.
The officer fidgeted, as if not wanting to answer the question.
"Well officer?" Miften barked. He was in no mood for putting up with such insolense.
"Forgive me Admiral. I could tell you the coordinents but I'm afraid you wouldn't believe it."
"Officer I have given you a direct order." Miften said threateningly.
The officer fearfully handed the Admiral the reports. Miften stared at them in disbelief. If the coordinents were correct, this message originated from somewhere far beyond this galaxy!
"Are you certain that there has been no error in the calculations?" Miften accused.
"We've run several tests on our equipment and have made several calculations. They have all come up with the same result." The officer replied quickly.
Miften still wasn't completely convinced. But what could he do? He
certainly couldn't ignore something that could possibly be valuable to
the Empire.
"Have you decoded the message?" He asked sharply.
"We should have it decoded within the hour sir. It's signal was like nothing we've ever encountered before."
"Good. I shall be expecting your report immediately after it's been decoded." Miften replied sternly.
He then turned sharply and marched out of the control room.


Rachelle Shami sat patiently in the conference room waiting for things to start. She'd been asked to report to Houston, Texas because she was told she was chosen to fill a new sort of Military position. She couldn't imagine what it could be, She'd served in the army for only a
year so far. One thing that had gotten her so curious was the amount of security. She was to tell no one her reasons for coming, other than that she'd been asked to report. Not to mention that the conference room was about 10 floors below ground.
She glanced around the room to see the other possible candidates. There were at least a thousand men and women with ages ranging between 18 and probably mid 40's. Rachelle herself was 19. All of them looked as confused and anxious as she felt. She looked down at her feet and
realized she'd been kicking them. She often had problems just sitting still, especially when she was anticipating something. She stopped herself and crossed her legs. She placed her hands in her lap and waited for the meeting to begin.
The buzz of voives began to die down and everyone took their seats. She looked up and in the front of the audiences chairs stood a short, round, bald man wearing military insignia. He just stood waiting for everyone to hush. When the room finally grew silent, he spoke.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am General David Cameron. To start things off I'd like to first, express my thanks that you were all able to make it here on such short notice." He gave a smile.
It was a warm smile that to Rachelle, was a rare jewel. Rarely did you see
someone of that much importance in the military just grinning.
Cameron cleared his throat. "I'm sure you are all wondering why you've been sommoned. I will explain everything but before we begin, I must ask that you hold your questions until I am finished. We have a lot of business to cover and not much time to do it in."
Rachelle leaned forward in her seat. She didn't want to miss a thing.
"About 30 years ago a man whom we will call George, was digging up his land to build a farmhouse. While digging he discovered somet

 

"Now, we weren't going to trust it at face value, so we assembled a team of engineers and technologists tp build one of the smaller space crafts. They finished building it in 1966. They then secretly launched the thing for a test run into space. The run was successful and this marked the
beginning of a new era in space travel. Several of your governmental leaders met to decide what to do with this valuable new information. After months of debating they concluded that if there were beings out there with such technology and weaponry, that knew where Earth was, then we needed to form ourselves a defense, should they ever return, we would be ready to handle them."
"So we secretly began building an underground base on the planet Mars.
And now, ladies and gentlemenm I am proud to announce that the base has been finished and we now have an assemblage of 300 small one man fighters and one large cruiser. Each have been modified and we've added a few surprizes of our own."
"This is our first step in defense. We have already been making further plans to build a sheild to prevent invaders from even entering our atmosphere. But that is still to come. Now I have called you here today because we need to begin a new branch in the US military. the 'Space Fleet[/b]'. You are the ones whom we have chosen. We would like to begin your training by the end of this week. This gives you 4 days to go home and say goodbye to your family and friends. You won't be returning home for at least 6 months. And then after that you will return home for a month and you will be transported back to Mars for approximately 1 year."
"Now we apologize for our abruptness but we feel it necessary to begin quickly, and we fear that if we left it up to volunteers, I'm afraid we wouldn't recieve enough of you."
"And now, so you know that we aren't simply forming this fleet on a whim, I would like to explain to you the reasons behind our actions."
Rachelle's heart raced with a sudden fear. This was a draft. And there was usually only one reason for the government to result to such measures. War.
"As I've told you before, we found a capsul about 30 years ago. Well after instensive studies we were able to calculate exactly how long this thing had been underground. The estimated date was about 200 years after the death of Christ. So these guys have had this kind of technology at hand for more almost two thousand years. Goodness knows what they've come up with now."
"Later, as time passed we stumbled upon yet another capsol of seemingly the same origin. This one was estimated to date during the 8th century. And we have found yet another one of the same origin dating in the 14th century. We noted a pattern that is 600 years in between visits. The
year 2000 will be 600 years from the 14th century. So perhaps you are beginning to understand our concern."
"Yet another developement in our extraterrestial investigations happened in 1978. We'd been sending random signals using mors code far out into the reaches of space hoping to recieve an answer. To further prove there truelly was life beyond our solar system. We recieved a signal that we calculated to originate somewhere on the more inner core of our galaxy. We communicated back and forth a little before we were certain that it was sentient beings responding and not just a mere coincidense. We even sent out a space probe in it's direction to get a clearer picture of it's solar system and evidense of life supporting planets. And now, if you'll keep your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, we will show you our findings."
Rachelle drew in a breath and let it out slowly. She kept her eyes on the screen and a few seconds later, photographic images of a star system appeared on the screen. Cameron proceeded to explain all the dots of light that were planets and of course, the star they orbited. There were four planets. There names were Artimes, Gantar, Silisco, and Bathlin. They were named fir the team of four scientists who'd discovered them. Of the four planets, they'd come to the conclusion that at least two

 

Hm...now where have I seen this story before?!? *LOL* it's just as great as it was the first time, peeps!! Keep it coming!

 

hmmm....I don't know what you're talking about Gimpy...... Hehe, but it appears we have no more readers at the moment.....so I shall delay the next post

 

Don't stop! No one ever reads my posts, but I keep writing anyway.

 

No! Don't delay EVER! We need more stoty!!! If I may quote,

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Geneva,Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>If you build it, they will come

 

OoooOOOOoo Now I am inspired!! Thanks Jedi Striker, MrP and Gimpy!! THis next post is jsut for you guys!!!!
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The two earthgirls fidgeted nervously as their ship landed in the Rebel cruiser "Reliant"'s docking bay. She and Rose had heard horror stories about the Galactic Empire and quite frankly couldn't wait to kick some Imperial butt. The weeks in spent in hyperspace had been grueling, while the spoken language of Basic was almost exactly the same as English, unfortuantley the written language was not. At least the names of the letters in the alphabet had the same names, so learning to read and write in Basic wasn't that hard, just time consuming.
Anne wondered how in the heck people in a whole other Galaxy could have a langauge so closely related to English. Maybe Earth had had relations with it millenia ago. She supposed it didn't really matter, having English and Basic be so close to each other made her and Rose's
adjusting to their new home a lot easier. The ship landed gracefully and Arynn smiled at the girls. "Let's go."
He led them down the docking ramp and Anne gasped at the sight that met her eyes. The docking bay was full of different shaped robots, and dozens of aliens. None of them looked like how she expected aliens to look. Somehow she'd always pictured aliens as big headed skinny, green humanoids. She saw some Mon Cals or "Fish Heads" A creature that looked like Harry off of "Harry and the Hendersons. There were dozens of others, but one particular species caught her eyes, the humans.They interacted with the alians and they helped fixed ships. She felt
that they were the oddest sight to see, somehow when she'd pictured aliens, humans had not come to mind. But these humans were in all respect, aliens. By every definition, except looks.
Aaryn led them down a brightly lit corridor to a light blue carpeted room with a matching blue desk and chairs. A Mon Calamari in white stood and Aaryn sketched a bow.
"Aaryn, I was under the impreddion that you were seeking out new worlds and peoples." The Mon Cal said gravely inclining his head towards the girls.
Aaryn held up his scaled hands."I was Admiral Ackbar. These human females are from an uncharted planet in a different galaxy. The fact that they are human and speak an accented but fluent basic, suggests that their galaxy may have had contact with our own for a time."
The admiral rubbed his equivilent of a chin thoughtfully. "This is very strange Aaryn. If I didn't know you well and trust you, I would find this utterly rediculous/ What do you plan to do with them?"
"Well, my first initiative was to take them home when we found them to be humans. But that was impossible since we lost the coordinates to their planet. They wish to join and fight with the rebellion."
"Is that true?" Ackbar asked.
Anne nodded, "It is sir."
"Do you have any previous war experience?"
"No sir."" Ane answered and he sighed.
"Well you aren't much different from many of our soldiers here. Welcome to the Alliance. What are your names?"
"Anne Dorsey." Anne replied.
"Rose Lewis." Rose said saluting him.
"Alright if you wish to fight , I suggest you take some training courses during down time. And it may be wise not to tell anyone where you're from for the time being."
They nodded then left the room.

 

BTW-I forgot to mention that the beginning of this story actually takes place during the starwars trilogy! With the rebellion and stuff, as I'm sure you've guessed by now And also FYI, padawan lunetta's, and MAster Starkiller's parts are the Anne and Rose stuff. My parts are the Earth parts! (eventually both will be converge )
Here's more!
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Anne lined her gun and eyes up with her target, a hologram of a man dressed in white armor which the rebels called "Stormtroopers." She pulled the trigger hitting the trooper square in the heart. She hadn't missed a target yet, even when they moved, and five or six came at her. She had always been an excellent shot with her beebee gun back home and her trainer was well pleased with her scores.He was a scrawny twileck named Ramania. He had left her a few minutes on an urgent call.
She lined her blaster up with another target that moved quickly about the room. She bit her lip and pulled the trigger, hitting him in the head. The hologram fell to the floor just as she caught another one manifesting itself. She quickly shot him straight in the abdomin.
"Nice shot!" A stranger's voice called out.
Anne jumped then turned around. The voice belonged to a deep blue eyed human male with sandy blonde hair. HIs eyes sparkled and he grinned at her.
"Hope I didn't scare ya."
Anne blushed. "You didn't."
"Then why did you jump?" He asked sceptically.
"I was jumping for joy at your compliment." Anne replied with a smirk.
He laughed. "Umhm. Anyways, I don't believe we've met. I'm Luke Skywalker." He said offering her his hand.
'What an odd name!' Anne thought to herself. "Anne Dorsey, and we couldn't have met because I just got here today." She said shaking his hand.
"Anne Dorsey huh? That's an odd name." Luke said rather bluntly.
"Thanks!" Anee said sarcastically.
Luke threw up his hands, "Odd but pretty!"
"If you mean that, it's a pleasure to meet you Luke Skywalker." Anne said with a sly grin drawing a boyish grin from Luke.
"I did. Have you ever flown a starfighter?" He asked abruptly.
"Nope, I've never flown anything. Why do you ask?"
"Because with pinpoint accuracy like yours you'd make a formidable fighter pilot."
"Not if I can't fly."
"I can fix that." Luke said smirking.
Anne stared at him. "How?"
"I'll teach you. We've got along ride to the new base. Besides, Ramania showed your scores to the higherups. They were just as impressed as I am."
"But surely shooting a blaster is different than a ship's lazer guns." Anne argued, taken aback by his offer.
"There are a few, but it's basically the same principle. You've shown a great accuracy with a blaster, which is great for land based battles. But most of our fighting is in space, that is where we need your skills."
Anne nodded finally understanding. But she still felt the need to argue with him further. How could she fly a ship, a space ship into battle? She had no experience at all, she had few video games with fighter pilot scenarios.
"But what if I totally suck?" She asked and Luke looked at her strangely.
"What do you mean?" He asked and anne realized that he didn't recognize that slang word. She was going to have to watch the way she phrazed things in order to not look weird and be understood.
"I mean, what if I'm a horrible pilot?"
"You won't be." He replied simply.
"How do you know that?" She asked.
"Because I'm teaching ya. I'm one of the best pilots in the rebellion." Luke replied cocking his head.
Anne smirked, at least he was humble about his piloting skills. Still not finding his answer sufficient, she said, "Does being the best pilot make you the best teacher?"
He smiled, "We'll find out." He grabbed her wrist and began pulling her from the room.
"Wait, what if despite you being the best pilot and teacher I still turn out to be terrible pilot?"
He sighed, "You won't, and if you do, you can still always fight groundside."
"Alright, let's go." She said finally conceding.
He smiled and patted her back. "So you're sure you have no more questions?" He asked winked at her.
"Yea, unle

 

That's right, Anne!! In this universe they don't say 'suck'!! These fighter pilot types prefer to say 'it creates a vacuum'. Get it into your head!!

Awesome posts, as usual your feliness!!

 

Why thankyou your Gimpyness! (even though Lunetta actually wrote that part! ) ANyways, thanks for commenting, I LOVE comments!

 

eh HA up UP UP.......AND AWAY!!!!

 

Shrugs shoulders, I guess this one's for the lurkers!
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"Blast!" Rose said vehemently as she watched her blaster bolt richotte across the room.
"Blast, Blast, BLAST!" She banged her fist on the plasteel ledge she was behind.
"Quite so." her instructor said, picking himself up off the floor. The blaster bolt had nearly taken his head off, and had come nowhere near the target. "I don't think we'll try that again."
He was a distinguished looking duros, and she could tell that he was trying hard not to laugh at her pitiful aim and control of the blaster.
"I'm sorry," she said feeling totally downcast.
"Don't worry," the instructor said as he led her from the room. "We won't give up on you yet!" He led Rose into a large bay full of what looked like large gray boxes on pneumatic slides.
"Flight similuators," her instructor said, answering her questioning glance. A rather harrased looking human with a black moustache came hurrying over.
"I have another student for you, Commander Antilles," her instructor said, "just be careful that she doesn't crash your simulator!" The duro smiled at her, and left her standing alone with the human.
He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Wedge Antilles," he said smiling.
She smiled wanly back at him.
"Rose," she took his proffered hand.
His grip was strong and reassuring. He directed her to the nearest simulator. She hesitated to get inside, knowing she would only make a fool of herself. She caught sight of Anne climbing into another simulator and she felt heartened.
Determindedly, she climbed in and strapped on her "seat belt". Commander Antilles shut the hatch and clicked it shut. Rose felt an immediate surge of claustrophobia. She faught it off with difficulty, and tried to focus on what was happening in the "space battle." Little ships were
buzzing around like mad, firing litle lasers bolts at eachother. Rose swerved left and right, desperatley trying to avoid being hit. Suddenly, the huge gray hull of a ship loomed in front of her, and it was all over. She slumped in the pilots chair, knowing that she had failed once again. "Who else would crash their ship in the first ten seconds?! she thought, rolling her eyes.
Commander Antilles popped the hatch, and she slid out to the deck floor. The room spun dizzily for a moment she shook it off and turned to face Wedge. (At least she thought it was Wedge, her eyes kept sending her shaky double images. She must have done more twisting and turning in there then she thought she had. Antilles regarded her worriedly for a moment.
"I'm alright," she said, pulling herself together. "I just don't think I'll be trying that again." Antilles laughed.
"Spacesick?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Yeah." She said, crossing her eyes. He laughed again and patted her on the back.
"Don't worry, we'll find something you can do for the Rebellion yet."
Rose sighed. "I'm not very good at all this combat stuff," she said, "Is there any
other part of the Rebellion that needs extra hands?"
Antilles looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well, the combative side of the Rebellion is the most visible, but it's not the only part by far. There is the Intelligence, diplomatic, engineers, Med Corp-"
Rose perked up at the mention of Med Corp.
"I was an EMT back home," she said, "I was always good at medicine."
Wedge raised his eyebrows.
"EMT?" he asked curiously.
"Emergency Medical Techinician," Rose said, "Y'know, I get to deal with everything before we get people to the hospital." Her face turned
serious, but there was a humorous glint in her eye. "All the blood and guts. Enough to make anyone sick!" Antilles did look faintly sick.
Rose grinned wickedly.
"You remind me of my brother."
The medical bay was a hum of humans and aliens in lab coats and green droids with bullet shaped heads.
"Well Rose," Antilles said, "good luck and have fun with your blood and guts!" Rose grinned.
"Thanks Commander," she said. Antilles smiled and walked out of the medical bay. Rose glanced around the bay, still a little dazed by the incredible technology, but she felt

 

Ok and now for another part I wrote! Hope ya like, if anyone is readinf this of course.
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Rachelle stood gawking at the curious shining structure that would be their transport to the hidden base on Mars. It was a lot smaller than she'd been expecting. But then, she had been used to the enormous skyscraping space shuttles that had been used by astronaughts to travel
to the moon. To think, all this time the NASA organization had enough technology to build this tiny transporter, but had opted to use the shuttles in order to keep up appearances.
She shook her head and someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to
look and standing before her was a tall pretty girl that looked to be around her same age. She had long brown hair and big blue eyes. She was dressed in the same uniform as Rachelle.
"Can I help you?" Rachelle asked giving her a friendly smile.
"Yes, I'm sorry. My name is Carolyn Igoshin. I was just wondering if you knew what we were waiting for?" She asked.
Rachelle looked around. Everyone seemed to be here and ready to go. She'd been too busy studying the ship to have noticed.
"They must be making a few last minute preparations." Rachelle conjectured. "By the way, I'm Rachelle Shami."
"Nice to meet you." Carolyn said. "So, are you nervous at all? I mean, about leaving the planet and everything?"
"Yes I am. But I'm more excited than nervous. I've always wanted to know what outer space was like."
"Me too! I've been studying astronomy as part of my major." Carolyn said her eyes lighting up.
Rachelle noticed that the crowd of uniformed people were beginning to lead onto the transporter. A rush of excitement went through her.
"It's time now I think." She said.
"Alright! Hey, mind if I ride with you?" Carolyn asked excitedly.
"Not at all! Beat ya to it!" Rachelle exclaimed.
With that, the two girls raced to the transporter giggling and screaming as they pushed their way through the crowd.
The ship seemed much larger on the interior than it had on the exterior. It reminded Rachelle of a boat type structure. It opened up into a hall way of cabin doors and it had two floors. Rachelle and Carolyn were led upstairs to the second level. They were told to proceed onto the end of the corridor until they reached cabin #240. When they reached their cabin they stepped inside and dropped their carry on luggage to the ground they collapsed onto the floor near a set of chairs.
"It's kind of like a cruise ship." Carolyn remarked. "I'm guessing that
the men's cabin's are downstairs."
"Dang it!" Rachelle said snapping her fingers in disappointment.
"You are instructed to sit in your restraining seats and prepare for take off." A voice said over the intercom.
The two girls climbed into their seats and strapped on their seat belts. A few moments later the ship began to vibrate as the engines started blaring. Rachelle stared out the window as the ground grew farther and farther away. 'That was quick.' She thought.
"This is it!" Carolyn called out over the loud hum of the engines.
The ship accelerated and son they were out in space watching their home planet earth in a way they'd never seen. It was beautiful. But even now it was growing smaller and smaller. They were on their way.

 

Hey, cool. I think I would be a lot more scared flying a starship for the first time like that. Keep it up!

 

Hey, cool! Is earth going to join the Rebellion, or the Empire?

 

Hmmmm... something fishy is afoot. Did either of you see the next post I did, or is my computer just being really really weird? I thought I posted more, anyway, let me know k! ANd thanks again for reading! If not, here it is again! redface.gif

 

(this was written by Lunetta)
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Anne gripped her steering yoke unsteadily and watched the screen as she flew her ship like a drunk through the gates. She kept hitting the bottom of the hologram, causing her speed to stop immediatly. She'd then have to pull hard on her steering yoke towards her stomach to climb up out of the "floor" of the hologram pads then fly unsteadily through the next set of gates.
Luke had told her that this simulator activity was for teaching her speed and maneuverabilty and to get a feel for the throttle and ship. Well, she wasn't very good at any of those. But at least she hit her targets. Luke was right about it not being much different than a
blaster. But she felt that a large part of it had to do with the fact that she shot by instinct more than eyes.
Anne pulled back on her throttle trying to get it full. She then yanked up her steering yoke to climb up off of the hologram floor, again. Unfortunatley, she pulled her yoke to hard to fast and lost her platform. She wiggled the stick about wildly, but accomplished nothing more than getting lost.
She could now only see stars and distant gate platforms. "Dang it!!" Anne bit out when she realized that she was hopelessly lost.
The simulator hatch opened and Luke's head popped in. Anne winced when
she saw him.
"I sucked big time, huh?"
Luke gave her a weird look, than shook his head. "You actually didn't do to bad for your first run. You just need to get a feel for your ship and steering yoke. I'll help ya do that." Luke said climbing into the simulator behind her.
He closed the hatch, started the simulation. He set the ship on full throttle then covered her hands with his on the steering yoke. Anne's arms tingled at the touch of around hers. She realized then that she had developed a little, or maybe not so little crush on her cocky flight
instructor. He was after all good looking and nice and..., she shook her head clearing those thoughts from her mind. She forced herself to focus on flying, or at least Luke's guiding. Luke flew the X-wing smoothly through the gates. Anne felt his slight hand movements and finallybegan to get a feel for the steering yoke, as he called it.
Anne took control of the steering yoke and flew smoothly through the next set of gates. She angled the ship slightly to the right and shot at a purple target box. It blew beautifully and Anne soared to the next set of gates gracefully.She felt Luke's approving smile and he patted her back.
"See? You're a natural, all you needed to do was get a feel for your steering yoke." He
said and Anne nodded, smiling shyly at his praise.

Anne found Rose pouring over a little black box in the pilots lounge. She guessed it was a reader. She walked over to her.
"Hey Rose, what's up?" Anne asked then smirked when Rose jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Er, nothing much, I'm just studying this med text. I'm training to be a Med Tech for the Alliance!"
"Cool. How did your flying simulation go?" Anne asked taking a seat beside Rose.
Rose's nose crinkled. "Not that well, how about you?"
"Pretty good actually, of course I had the best pilot and teacher in the Rebellion."
Rose smirked. "Hey, mine was good, I'm just not."
Anne smiled. "Well, I'm sure you'll make a great Doctor. If I get hurt in battle, I'll consider letting you fix me up."
Rose hit her arm. "Whatever Anne, if you get hurt in battle, I'll consider fixing you up."
Anne smirked, she and Rose were always in constant competition and fake arguments with eachother.
Despite the light tone of their conversation, the reality if either one of them being hurt or killed in battle settled uneasily in Anne's stomach.

 

? I guess this is for the lurkers!
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"Space Fleet 2000, proceed and move into attack position." Admiral Hansen ordered over the open radios.
They'd been training on Mars for 6 months now and were going on another practice space flight. Rachelle aligned herself with the others. They were just outside of the Marsian atmosphere. She could see the red glowing planet below. She looked over at Carolyn's one man 'Fleet Fighter' and saw that she too was in position.
The fleets were divided into 3 groups. Space Fleet 1000, 2000, and 3000. Each had 100 fighters, Rachelle and Carolyn were both on Space Fleet 2000. Since this was only another practice, they wouldn't be able to use their actual weapons. That was alright with Rachelle. She was excited enough just to be out in space piloting her own 'Fleet Fighter'. Led by Captain Reynolds, Space Fleet 200 proceeded forward.
"Pinky this is Brain, do you copy?" Carolyn's voice came into Rachelle's speakers. These were the "code names" they'd made up for themselves.
"Yes Brain, loud and clear." She answered.
"Ladies, this is your commanding officer, Yacko. I will have none of this chatting amidst this battle frenzy!" A male voice said to both of them.
Rachelle smiled. "Yacko" was another friend she and Carolyn met during
training.
His real name was Brian Portman. He was a year older than she and Carolyn.
"Didn't copy that Yacko, we seem to be experiencing a bad transmission." Rachelle answered him back.
She peered at his fighter through her window. He was just in front of her.
"Oh yeah miss Pinky? Well check this out!" He said.
She watched as he maneuvered his Fleet Fighter into a 360 degree spin, then righted himself again and flashed his wing lights at her. Rachelle just smirked. He could be such a show off at times.
"Not bad." Rachelle commented.
"Not good, but also not bad." Carolyn added teasingly.
"Oh the things it takes to impress the mighty Brain." Brian commented.
Soon Space Fleet 1000, and 3000 were in battle position also. The 3 fleets hovered in space facing each other a few thousand miles away from the Marsian atmosphere.
"Here come the red and yellow coats." Carolyn joked.
Space Fleet 1000's wing lights were red, and 3000's were yellow. Their own Fleet 2000's were green.
"Aw, they don't look so tough. I could take em." Brian boasted.
"Good Space Squadron. Now that you've gotten an idea of how things work out here in space, go ahead and move about. Just to get a feel for real space piloting." Admiral Hansen's friendly voice instructed them.
Now this was the fun part, Rachelle pulled on her steering stick and shot herself straight up.
"Hey wait for me!" Carolyn cried, following Rachelle's lead.
Rachelle stopped and spun fighter in a few 360's just as Brian had done. But when she tried to right herself, she experienced trouble. Carolyn came up just below her and Rachelle could see her inside her fighter, because she was facing down. Carolyn looked up and waved.
"Hey Pinky, what you hanging around here for? You think you're a bat or something?" Brian said, maneuvering his own Fleet Fighter over beside Carolyn's.
"Ha ha, funny Yacko. Uh..... you think you can help me get righted?" She asked feeling humiliated.
"Just keep moving the stick forward until you're up right." He told her.
She pushed her stick forward, and when her friends were no longer on top of her, she stopped. She let out a sigh of relief. She'd done it.
"It sure is different piloting the real thing, isn't it?" Brian commented, obviously trying to make her feel better.
"It sure is Yacko." Carolyn cut in.
"Hey look, we're being shot at!" Brian called out.
Rachelle turned to look and saw two Red 1000' fleet fighters blinking their lights in their direction. This was the they practiced battling. Since they couldn't exactly shoot their lasers, they blinked Moors code.Rachelle read their signals, they spelt the word 'BANG'. She smiled and flashed her green lights sending the word, 'BAM'.
"So, you think we'll ever really battle anything?" Brian asked.
"I don't know, I hope n

 

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Keep it up. That scene between Luke and Anne was cute...he sure seems like he is doing a little flirting himself! I like the whole training sim idea, that's pretty neat.
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