Return-path: Received: from listmail.aol.com (listmail.aol.com) by DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU (PMDF V5.0-5 #7763) id <01IHXFB48F6KHW9TB9@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU> for JAE@DRYCAS.CLUB.CC.CMU.EDU; Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:17:43 -0400 (EDT) Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by listmail.aol.com (LSMTP for Windows NT v1.0a) with SMTP id 8AC688A0 ; Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:15:31 -0400 Received: from LISTSERV.AOL.COM by LISTSERV.AOL.COM (LISTSERV-TCP/IP release 1.8c) with spool id 2235384 for SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM; Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:16:43 -0400 Received: from geocities.com (mail5.geocities.com [204.7.246.135]) by listserv.aol.com (8.8.5/8.8.5/AOL-3.0.0) with ESMTP id MAA13647 for ; Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:16:42 -0400 (EDT) Received: from default (northbay80.efni.com [207.61.147.180]) by geocities.com (8.7.5/8.7.3) with SMTP id JAA29691 for ; Sun, 20 Apr 1997 09:16:05 -0700 (PDT) Date: Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:17:30 -0400 From: Jerrik Thyne Subject: [SW-RPG] STORY: The Slave Wars Part One Sender: Star Wars Role Playing Game Discussion Group X-Sender: jerrikthyne@mail.geocities.com To: SW-RPG@LISTSERV.AOL.COM Reply-to: Jerrik Thyne Message-id: <1.5.4.32.19970420161730.006fa62c@mail.geocities.com> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (32) Content-type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by listserv.aol.com id MAA13648 As the hatch opened, Zilar felt suddenly dry, as though the heat from Tatooine’s twin suns had sucked all the moisture from the ship. Stepping out into the docking bay, a sudden breeze, stifling hot, carried a cloud of sand whipping across his face. "Dang this heat! I’d better close up the ship before this sand clogs up the airscrubbers again!" Closing the hatch, Zilar locked the ship using the external keypad. Satisfied, he shut and locked the outer panel, then turned around to examine his surroundings… Which was a squad of stormtroopers, and a very nervous looking docking official. "We are here to do a customs check. Open your ship." The official started to fidget with his datapad, then the loud click of the stormtrooper commander flipping his safety off made him jump. "Now." "Hey, come on! I just locked it up! And the sand could wreck the airscrubbers." "I said now." "But…" Zilar interposed, until without warning, the stormtrooper reversed his blaster rifle and slammed the butt into his stomach. "The only butt around here is that of my rifle. Do I need to continue my demonstration?" Weakly, Zilar shook his head. "No, that’s fine… I take your point." "You. Help him up. We are wasting valuable time." The stormtrooper directed at the official. The short, paunchy man fairly flew into action, helping hoist Zilar up to a standing position. Within moments, Zilar opened the ramp, and he walked in, followed by the stormtroopers and the official. -------------- Hey, what do you guys think about this? This is not a FLUFF, so please dont add to it... I already have about twelve parts so far, i just need to type them up. I write this on the way to school. Any comments? Questions? Suggestions? /-------------------------------------------\ = Commander Jerrik Thyne = = Relic Squadron Leader = = jerrikthyne@geocities.com = =http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Corridor/5133= \-------------------------------------------/