Before - Legends Rocks, mini-games challenge Greek islands

Rocks?
Author: Earlybird-obi-wan
Timeframe: 295 BBY
Character: Tarkan Er-Veridan
Genre: one shot

Greek island challenge Chyntuck
My island is Psara

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Rocks?

Dramatis personae
Tarkan Er-Veridan 29, Dunai elder, pilot
Tobe Er-Veridan 694, Dunai elder, pilot
Marla Er-Veridan 690, Dunai elder, wife Tobe
Peter Sloan 177, Dunai, technician and teacher
Mitch Berne 35, Serindan, pilot and owner Berne enterprises
Alco Shabian 306, Dunai elder, rescue commander
Kere Nivols 330, Dunai elder, airport official



“Take good care.” Marla Er-Veridan, tears in her eyes, was hugging her son Tarkan now clad in the uniform of his father. Her son was going on his first solo-trip after being educated by his father Tobe and teacher and friend of the family Peter Sloan.

“He will be alright.” Peter was smiling when he saw how Tobe was inspecting the landing-struts of the freighter with an I-want-him-to-survive-this-trip look in his eyes. He had taught Tarkan all, taking him on various journeys for the Lingalan government with Tobe as the co-pilot on the last journey to Tanaab. Tarkan was young but showing a great responsibility for the safety of craft and passengers. And he had an uncanny feeling when trouble was rising.

“I will be mom.” Tarkan gave his mother a kiss on her cheek after wiping the long grey hair away. “I will be back next week. It is only a trip to New Holstice to bring some packages from our government to their government.”

“It is an easy one Marla.” Tobe hugged his wife, remembering the difficulties she had experienced to get pregnant and the joy when Tarkan was born in the hospital in Ingal city. “One day I have to retire and this is it. Get aboard Tarkan.”

“And remember.” Peter saw his former pupil headed up the ramp.

“There may be dragons out there.” Tarkan disappeared into the freighter.

“Dragons?” Tobe and Marla looked up.

“I haven't seen those in years but yes there may be pirates.” Peter stepped away when the freighter began to hover.

- - -

“Dragons. I shouldn't have mentioned that.” Tarkan was guiding the freighter out of the first hyperspace-jump to see a big black and red craft bristling with quad-lasers and ion-cannons scanning the area. “But they are still unaware of me or...”

“LF746 Prepare to be towed.”

Tarkan was fast, hands flowing over the controls to prepare the next jump.

A tremor. The pirates were giving a warning shot.

Elongated streaks of hyperspace.

Pirates gone. But where was he going?

- - -

Cloink,scraatsch.

“This is bad.” Tarkan saw the rocks. Smaller ones had already hit his freighter and he was headed to a collision with a large one. Gripping the controls he managed to avoid that one but the response was sluggish and red lights began to appear on the display. One was of the aft fuel-tank and a second one of a hull-breach in the cargo-compartment. “I have to get to a planet.”

Guiding the freighter around more rocks he remembered the lessons from Peter and saw his destination. A blue planet, dotted with brown and white. “Aw no that's rocks-disaster Pangona. But I have no other choice.” He activated his emergency beacon.

“LF746 Land at Pangona city spaceport. Transmitting coordinates now. You don't have to respond. We will help you. Activate your shields.”

'I don't have any shields.' Tarkan grumbled. 'But here goes.' Avoiding more rocks – large and small – and seeing more red lights indicating hull-breaches he tapped into his strength and remembered the teachings from Peter and his father. 'You can do this Tarkan.'

- - -

'More parts gone and almost all my fuel.' Tarkan saw mountains, followed by grassy plains, lakes, rivers, houses and a large city looming ahead with something that looked like his destination. 'There is the space-port but I won't make that.'

- - -

“LF746 is in trouble.” Kere Nivols somehow felt the struggle from the for him unknown pilot of the freighter.

“Get him...”

“He is doing it and that's were Alco is. LF746 head to these coordinates.”

- - -

Sitting on the beach of Malda island Mitch Berne was enjoying a drink with his friend Alco Shabian. The two men – one a yellow haired and skinned Serindian and the other a brown haired and fair skinned Dunai elder – had been friends since Alco had saved Mitch after a disastrous meeting with the 'rocks' dominating the Pangona system. Mitch was the owner of Berne enterprises, flying his freighter on missions for the government on the planet with some trips to other planets.

A splash.

“Hey.” Mitch looked up to see a craft on a wobbly approach, missing this and that and venting fuel and parts.

“He will land here.” Alco had a dreamy look in his brown eyes. “And he is still flying.”

- - -

'Coordinates for ditching in the ocean? That will have me with wet feet and more.' Looking through the left viewscreen Tarkan saw water followed by a beach. 'This will have to do. I can do this.'

- - -

“He is fantastic.” Alco shouted when he saw the freighter touching down in the water and barreling towards the beach. “Let's help him.”

Mitch followed a running Alco towards where the freighter came to a stop after using the sand to loose speed.

A hatch on the top of the freighter popped open. A dark haired youth with smiling grey eyes and wearing a strange uniform climbed atop of the freighter.

“He is alright.” Mitch was next to the freighter observing the damage. “But this. I don't know when it will fly again.”

“It will.” Alco nodded. “We will help him. And here he comes.”

“I am Tarkan Er-Veridan.” The young man climbed down.

“Welcome to Pangona. I am Mitch Berne.”

“I am Alco Shabian. You are great, flying that wreck to a safe landing.”

“I had great teachers and can show you my logs. And I need parts to repair my freighter.”

“You are on Malda island, one of the smaller islands near the large continent where our main space-port is.” Alco said. “I work there for the government as chief rescue and was here visiting my friend Mitch. Parts to repair your freighter can be bought on the continent. But Malda is a nice place to live with only 463 residents and affordable houses.”

“You can stay at my place and like to have you as my pilot after what I have seen.” Mitch said. “There is my hangar and it has place for two. After you have settled, we will show you the island.”

“I accept your offer.” Tarkan followerd Mitch and Alco to the hangar.

- - -

'No mom. You won't be seeing me next week but I am safe here. Don't worry.' Tarkan's eyes drifted shut. He was in a small room in the house of Mitch after enjoying a dinner with his new friends.



Fin

 

I enjoyed this peek into Tarkan's early life! His first solo flight was quite an adventure, but it allowed him to meet new friends at a young age, friends who will stay with him for the rest of his long life, and it set him on his course to be a world- and island-hopper!

 

Super use of the island prompt.

 

I have to agree-absolutely perfect use of the prompt! And that was quite a first flight for Tarkan. Well done!

 

What an eventful first flight! But with new friends and a happy ending. This was a great read and a great use of your prompt!

 

And it led to trips, one of them to Corellia (Clash of Titans) and the trip to his home on Lingala

Thank you, The island was perfect for Malda

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And the beginning of new adventures in more of the mini-games

Thank you for your great review.