Saga Star Wars Short Stories [By Jordan1Kenobi]

Hey guys!
I always find it too challenging to pick one story and stick at it, so I’m going to be writing a bunch of short stories set during the Star Wars saga with my favourite characters.
Here’s my first attempt. I hope you enjoy, and I’d love some feedback.

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A Pirate’s Bounty
A Cad Bane Short Story


“We’re going down, Todo!” rasped Cad Bane

“Oh no!” cried Todo 360. “We’re done for!”

The Justifier broke through the planet’s atmosphere rocketing towards the surface, leaving behind trails of smoke. Debris began peeling off the ship as flames emerged.

“Lousy pirates caught me by surprise!” grumbled Bane. “Ain’t no way this would’ve happened face to face.”

The planet’s rough terrain only appeared in flashes through the smoke and flames covering the cockpit. Bane was practically flying blind.

“Grab onto something, Todo!” warned Bane. “This ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“I hate these types of landings!” groaned Todo.

The Justifier crashed into the planet’s surface, colliding with a large rocky mesa. After tumbling for several violent seconds, the ship came to a grinding halt.

What was once an undisturbed, uncivilised plain, was now home to scattered debris and scorching fire.

Bane kicked the ship’s damaged door down and emerged amongst the smoke. “I hate pirates,” he scoffed, while straightening his hat.

The bounty hunter and his droid set out to find the nearest settlement as there was no chance of the ship flying any time soon. But that wasn’t their only problem. The pirates would surely be approaching the crash site to finish what they started at any moment.


Hours had passed. The sun poured down on the barren land, distorting the horizon into a mirage of ripples. The bounty hunter was the only life form for miles. Bane’s blue skin was drying up, and his pace was gradually slowing.

“My scanners are picking up incoming ships!” wailed Todo.

“Those blasted pirates!” seethed Bane, using what little energy he had to speak. “Head for the rock over there!”

The two of them raced for the largest landmark in sight, crouching behind it as still as the rest of the land. It wasn’t exactly the best place to hide, but what other options did they have?

Lucky for the duo, the two pirate fighters flew past the rock, unaware of them. They were safe for now.

“This is good news,” said Bane.

“How is this even the slightest bit of good news? We couldn’t be in a worse situation!” cried the droid.

“Quite the opposite,” said Bane, confidently. “Those are pirates and this is their home, Florrum. They’ve just pointed us in the direction of the nearest town.”

“Ooh! You are brilliant, Bane!” complimented Todo.


The pair eventually spotted a settlement. They approached with the setting orange sun trailing behind. The evening breeze flickered Bane’s coat ever so slightly.

It was a quiet town with few buildings. Weequay citizens were sparsely scattered around, chatting and relaxing while there was still light out. The bounty hunter approached the nearest man.

“I’m looking for the mechanic,” demanded Bane.

The man pointed at a small wooden building. One lone Weequay stood outside, goggles on and head down, welding what looked to be parts of a ship.

Bane approached. “My ship needs repairing. Came down hard out in the desert.”

“Is that so?” asked the mechanic. The look of suspicion grew under his goggles. “How’d ya manage that? If ya don’t mind me askin’.”

“Was bein’ chased over the planet. Some goons got a lucky shot on me,” replied Bane.

“We don’t get many folks ‘round these parts. Especially not in those get ups.” said the mechanic, pointing a tool at Bane’s coat.

Bane felt the mechanic’s suspicion growing. “I got a question for ya’ too. Dead or alive?”

“Excuse me?” hesitated the mechanic.

“Dead… or alive?” Bane repeated with a scowl. “Raka Dondo, ain’t it? There’s a 50,000 credit bounty on ya’ head. I’m here to collect.”

It was no accident that Cad Bane had come to Florrum searching for a mechanic. The bounty hunt was coming to an end.

“Not so fast, blue face!” barked someone across the street. The two Weequay pirates who had been pursuing Bane stood with their blasters aimed at him. “We’d almost given up lookin’ for ya’.”

The two started approaching, until all four men were facing each other in a circle. The bounty hunter, the mechanic, and the pirates each took turns scowling at one another.

“A bounty ya’ say?” smirked a pirate. “Maybe we’ll just kill you then claim the credits on him too!”

The blood orange sun slouched lower. Each second felt like a minute. The concentration on all four men was unbreakable. Sweat dripped down Raka’s forehead, and both pirate’s trigger fingers were itching, while Bane remained a statue.

Within a split second, Bane dropped to the ground with a forward roll and blasted both pirates as he stood up. Raka then reached behind his back revealing his own blaster, but was not fast enough to challenge the deadliest bounty hunter in the galaxy. The mechanic fell where he stood with a shot through his chest.

“Well, that answers that. Dead it is,” finished Bane.

 

The Art of War
An Omega Short Story


“Sigh… I‘m so bored!” complained Omega.

She had been stuck in her room for the past two days while the Kaminoans conducted their research.

“Patience, young one,” comforted Nala Se. “We’ll be done by day’s end. Find something to keep you occupied in the meantime.”

Omega let out another sigh and approached the window. “I wonder what the weather’s like today,” she said sarcastically. “Oh look… rain! What a surprise…”

Thunder echoed across the skies and rain continued to fall into the violent ocean. Darkness covered the planet.

“I need to run a few errands. Please stay put and try not to cause any trouble while I’m gone… again,” insisted Nala Se.

—

Unsurprisingly, only moments passed before Omega made her exit.

Making her way through the endless fluorescent white hallways of Tipoca City, she greeted her brothers with a warm smile and playful smalltalk.

After stopping for lunch in the mess hall, Omega observed the training facility. She had always wanted to try it for herself, but knew the most action she was ever going to experience was from the sidelines.

A squad of rookies were taking their trial run, and it was not going well. Within moments the entire squad were out.

“Blasted training! We’re never gonna pass!” ranted a trooper, leaving the trial.

Omega felt sorry for him. “Hello, trooper!” she said while running to catch up. “Sorry about the trial. It’s not easy.”

“You got that right, kid,” grumbled the clone.

“I’m Omega,” she smiled. “What’s your name?”

“CT-2731,” he replied.

“CT- what?” she said, confused. “No, your name!”

“CT-2731,” he repeated.

“But don’t you have a name… name? Like Rex or Cody or Wol-“

The trooper cut her off “N- No! Look, my name is CT-2731 and nothing else. I’m not special or talented. I can’t even pass a basic trial.”

“That’s not true!” comforted Omega. “You are special. We all are. There’s something unique inside every single one of us. Maybe you just need some help finding it.”

“Look, that’s kind of you to say, kid, but I’m just not,” he moped. “I can’t aim, I’m not fast or strong like the others, and I can’t even remember a plan half the time.”

“No one gets anything straight away. Isn’t that what training’s for? I know you’ll ace the trials one day!”

Omega’s head dropped. “At least you’ve got the opportunity… I’ll never be allowed to train.”

He looked at her with sympathy. “Well, you’re not missing out on much.”

—

The two had reached his quarters. As the door opened Omega’s eyes widened in pure amazement.

From roof to floor hung colourful paintings and portraiture drawings. It was a breath of fresh air to see something in Tipoca City that wasn’t ice white or gloomy grey.

“Did you do all of these?!” gleamed Omega. “They’re incredible! I’ve never seen anything like them!”

The trooper smiled for the first time all day. “Thanks, kid. That- that means a lot.”

Omega lit up “I know what your name should be! Sketch!”

“Sketch…” repeated the clone. “Ha, I like that.”

As Omega continued to admire his works of art, Sketch thought to himself that maybe he was more special than he had grown to believe. Just not in the same way he had expected.

Sketch may not be good with a blaster, but he was skilled with a pencil. And he may not have passed the trials yet, but today he had brought happiness to this young clone. It was enough to keep his spirits up and his head held high.

 

I'm glad I found these.

Cad Bane is the sort of character that you like to read about, even if you don't like him, because he's interesting.

I love Omega. I'm not very familiar with her yet, but I absolutely love her. I wish all the good things for my little Meg'ika.

 

Relics and Ruins
A Doctor Aphra & Sabine Wren Short Story

“Just four guards outside. Maybe I underestimated this mission,” said Sabine, looking through her visor.

“The Empire rules this city with an iron fist. They’re confident no one would be insane enough to come down here,” replied Aphra. “But I guess we are pretty insane.”

“You may be right about that,” quipped Sabine.

The two scout out a Mandalorian temple from atop a nearby tower. It looks close to being in complete ruins. Pieces of walls and roof have crumbled, glass is shattered, and dust has blanketed itself throughout.

What they have come for is a particular Mandalorian relic that had been claimed by house Wren. With the Empire’s sudden siege of this city all those years ago, the clans never had an opportunity to collect their possessions before going to war.

“Alright, let’s do this thing,” said Aphra confidently.

—

The pair cautiously made their way to the temple. Aphra went around the left and kicked some of the rubble, leading two of the stormtroopers to leave their post, while Sabine walked right up to the entrance.

“Hey guys! You come here often?” Sabine teased.

The two troopers looked at each other. Even while wearing helmets she could still see their confusion.

“Hold it right there!” demanded one of the troopers. “This area is off limits!”

“You know this is technically my house, right?” mocked Sabine “So technically that would make you trespassers.”

The troopers raised their blasters and fired. Sabine gracefully dodged their attack and took them both out with two precise shots.

Aphra strolled up to the entrance, dusting off her hands. “Very stealthy.”

The two made their way inside, which was just as in ruins as the exterior. They stepped over broken Mandalorian relics and fallen paintings, scattered all across the floors.

“Lovely place,” quipped Aphra. “Really has that lived-in feel.”

Sabine removed her helmet. The look of despair grew on her face.

“Sorry…” comforted Aphra. “This- this must be hard to see.”

“It’s fine. This isn’t anything new.” moped Sabine “Let’s keep going.”

—

The duo continued on through the ruins up to the second floor, where the damages were not as severe. Artefacts still stay standing upon podiums rowed down the halls, and portraits of House Wren members hang proudly.

“Who’s that adorable kid?” teased Aphra, pointing at a painting.

“Oh, ha ha,” laughed Sabine, sarcastically. “You’re not wrong though, I was the cutest kid.”

They walk to the end of a hallway and find the room they’ve been searching for.

“This is it,” said Sabine. “Welcome to th-“

An Imperial security droid grabbed Sabine’s neck the second she stepped inside, lifting her right off the ground.

As Aphra reached for her blaster, a second droid appeared from behind performing the same assault, causing her to drop her weapon.

Sabine managed to unholster her blasters and fire a few shots into the droid’s torso before getting thrown across the room.

Aphra, gasping for air, attempted to pry her droid’s hand open with no luck. These droids were stronger than any they had faced before.

With perfectly timed dodges, Sabine managed to narrowly avoid every swing of her droid’s powerful metal arm, allowing her a clear view of Aphra.

“Hey Doctor!” she yelled. “Catch!”

Sabine cleanly tossed one of her blasters to Aphra. Without hesitation, the two of them blasted both of their droid’s in the head simultaneously.

“Th- thanks!” said Aphra, recovering her breath as she struggled off of the ground. “Love the blaster. Can I keep it?”

“Let me think about that… no,” remarked Sabine, as Aphra tossed it back.

—

They search the room full of Mandalorian treasures for several minutes with no luck.

“This can’t be right” said Sabine, frustrated. “We’re at the exact location it’s supposed to be!”

“Step aside, Mando!” said Aphra with confidence, looking the room up and down. “You brought me along for a reason, now let me show you how it’s done.”

“After you,” said Sabine.

Aphra moved a few relics and pushed on a statue. She knocked on the walls to listen for a secret room. Still nothing…

“Hmm… what do we have here!” announced Aphra.

She approached a painting on the wall, easily missable being one of the smallest in the room.

“Ain’t this the guy who’s treasure we’re trying to steal?”

“We’re not stealing, we’re recovering,” corrected Sabine. “But yes! That’s him alright.”

It was a portrait of Tarre Vizsla, the first Mandalorian Jedi and creator of the darksaber. He was legendary among Mandalorian culture and still respected to this very day. Sabine had heard his stories ever since she was born.

Aphra pushed the picture to the side, and to their amazement a tile on the floor opened up with a loud click. A bright blue hologram flooded out filling the entire room.

“It’s a map!” exclaimed Sabine. “It looks like… the Outer Rim.”

“More specifically, I think we’re going to Tatooine,” added Aphra. “The map is clearly leading us there.”

“So you’re along for the ride then? Good,” smiled Sabine.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t wanna miss it!” chirped Aphra “Let’s go, my new partner in crime!”

The two shared an enthusiastic high five.

“Recovering, remember? Not stealing.”

“Eh, doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

 

Hopeless
A Darth Vader Short Story

“Hope. That’s all this failing Rebellion has. They are nothing but vermin to be lured out and disposed of. Hope will not win them this war, my Lord.”

Emperor Palpatine looked Vader dead in the eye. “Then tell me this, my naive apprentice. Is it hope that destroyed our station on Nar Shaddaa? Is it hope that crippled our fleet outside of Felucia?”

“No, my Lord,” replied Vader. He held his bow infront of the Emperor like a statue. “General Voldam and Agent Pelin were fools. Let me-“

“Silence!” roared the Emperor. “Do not let your cockiness be your downfall. Our leadership may not all be as reliable as we’d hope, but you should not underestimate this growing Rebellion. Every day they gain more blind followers, and every day we lose more resources. Minuscule loses in the grand scheme of things, yes, but loses nonetheless.”

“What would you have me do?” asked Vader.

“The Rebels responsible for these two latest defeats are located on a remote world known as Abafar. You will go and destroy them before any more damage is done,” demanded the Emperor.

“It will be done, my Lord,” said Vader.

“Abafar is a desolate desert world. Nothing but a barren wasteland. You should feel right at home, my apprentice,” taunted Palpatine. “Let us ‘hope’ you succeed.”

Vader rose to his feet as the Emperor cackled in laughter, and set off for his ship.

—

“We’re approaching Abafar, Lord Vader,” informed General Veers.

“Very good, General,” said Vader. “Soon these Rebels will know the true power of the Force that they meddle with.”

The Sith Lord and squadron of troopers landed at a small town, surrounded by endless miles of desert. It sat lowered into the ground, circled by pale white cliffs. All buildings looked identical to one another and blended tastelessly into their surroundings.

Who would choose to live on such a place as this? The answer was simple - People who didn’t want to be found. Today however, the Empire walks their streets.

“A disgusting town,” blurred out Veers. “Lord Vader, we should question the locals and be on our way.”

“Agreed, General,” said Vader. “Take your men and get the Rebel’s location by any means necessary.”

Very few residents stayed outside, and the ones that did were either too drunk to talk or too stupid to know. Vader continued marching through the town until he came across a diner. There he noticed an offensively loud cook inside, but loud meant he was a talker.

Vader reached out with a steady arm and pulled the cook from the diner and into his grasp with the Force.

“What- what are you doing?!” coughed the cook, attempting to catch his breath. “Borkus has done nothing!”

“There is a Rebel cell hiding on this planet. I want their location,” demanded Vader.

“Borkus doesn’t know any-“

“Choose your words wisely, for they could be your last,” interrupted Vader.

“Okay! Okay! Let me down and I’ll tell you!” cried Borkus.

The Sith Lord dropped the cook. “Speak.”

“Rebels sometimes come to this town from the north on speeder bikes,” informed Borkus, still catching his breath. “Head that direction. They can’t be far.”

Vader simply turned and marched back to his ship without a word.

Borkus noticed the stormtroopers. “Men in armour always causing Borkus trouble!”

—

The Imperials travelled north across the desolate planet until they spotted a settlement in the distance.

“Fire,” commanded Vader, without hesitation.

The Rebel hideout begun taking heavy damage. Buildings collapsed and casualties grew.

“Take me down,” ordered Vader. “I’ll finish this myself.”

The ship landed and the Sith Lord emerged. A tall black silhouette began marching toward the base while the vivid orange atmosphere sat perfectly still behind him. He ignited his red lightsaber. If the Rebels had not yet felt fear, they certainly did now.

The first line of defence fired their blasters, but with a swift few swings of his lightsaber, Vader deflected every blast directly back at them. The Rebels all collapsed to the ground.

“Pathetic,” announced Vader.

The Sith Lord continued into the hideout, cutting down Rebels left and right. Veers and his stormtroopers assisted Vader in clearing out the enemies.

A brave but foolish soldier walked out into the dusty ruins gripping a heavy blaster cannon. He yelled confidently as the weapon charged up, but those yells soon became screams as he was Force pulled across the street and skewered on Vader’s blade.

A sniper from a nearby tower then took a shot at the Sith Lord only for it to be effortlessly deflected. Vader, with a lifeless expression and full concentration then used his mighty power to pull the entire structure down with a simple raise of his hand. His connection to the Force had been growing stronger every waking moment.

Vader marched into the command building, cut down the remaining soldiers and grasped the last man standing around the neck.

“Where is your hope now, commander?”

Commander Kova was the leader of this Rebel cell, and highly regarded among the greater Rebellion.

“Is your hope going to save you from me?”

Many Imperial targets were eliminated at his command, but today his streak of victories would come to a crushing end.

“Look around. Your pitiful base was destroyed in moments. And your men defeated without effort. It is hopeless to resist the Empire. Your Rebellion is hopeless.”

The commander’s lifeless body dropped to the floor.

—

Vader stood among the base’s ruins, as smoke filled the still orange skies. His cape fluttered ever so slightly.

A small victory for the Empire, but a major defeat for the Rebellion.

 

Just dropping in with a quick review-- great job, especially for your first batch of stories! I love that each story has a distinct tone: Cad's pirate tale is a fun adventure and introduction to an antihero, Omega and Sketch are an adorably wholesome duo, Sabine and Aphra are a badass couple of adventurers, and:

Now that's a horrifyingly effective way to show Vader's ruthlessness if I've ever seen one!

I'm looking forward to reading more!

 

Really appreciate that, thank you!

 

These are excellent; looking at the dates between 'em, I'm glad you decided to return and write more! Going back to the first two, Cad Bane is one of my favourite characters and you've done him justice by nailing his younger, slightly lighter, but still pretty ruthless personality from The Clone Wars era. I enjoyed the clever reveal of his approach, how what seemed to be random misadventure led to him collecting his bounty. I think this is my favourite of all four!

Omega's interaction with CT-2731 'Sketch' is just so heartwarming. It sums up why Omega is such an endearing and disarming character (and has such an interesting dynamic with her super-soldier brothers). Thank you for the reminder that great Star Wars can be incredibly sweet at times!

I'll admit, I'm not familiar with the Doctor Aphra character but, given how accurately you've captured everybody else, I think I like her, based on your work here! She seems like a perfect comrade for Sabine, who I could definitely hear speaking the lines you gave her. The surprise attack by the security droids caught me off-guard, which really made me smile! Your comedic banter is solid (finding the right balance can be real tricky sometimes, but you've aced it here) and exploring / dwelling on shreds of Mandalorian culture always lends a weighty atmosphere to any story, no matter the medium.

And finally, Palpatine taunting Vader and putting him firmly in his place was really cool to read. Honestly, I was so busy flashing back to Vader's street scene in the Obi-Wan show that I almost didn't notice the cameo from The Clone Wars, Borkus. His line about "men in armour" really made me laugh, though, and then of course, I realised why Abafar sounded familiar! Vader's brutality knows no bounds; your final line, about the disparity between the Empire and the Rebellion, gave me chills.

For such short bursts, these are incredibly effective, and provide great insight into the characters you've chosen to highlight. It's clear that you know these folks inside and out, to be able to represent them so accurately. Very impressive! Thanks for sharing, and here's hoping for more!

 

@Happy Sando Thank you so much for the kind words! Makes me happy knowing fellow fans are reading and enjoying my stories.

I certainly do love every one of these characters, which makes writing about them that much more enjoyable.

I would absolutely love to write an entire treasure hunting tale based on that Aphra and Sabine story.

 

Well, if you ever find the time, you totally should; both for your own enjoyment, and because I'm sure others would be interested, too. I know I would be!

 

Love your story about Cad Bane.
Darth Vader and Veers on the hunt for rebels. A great story. With cook Borkus showing the way.

 

I liked Omega and Sketch. She was very encouraging and gave him the perfect name. The Vader story was very much in character and riveting.