For those who don't know, I had tried to get atttention to this story several months ago, but due to my strict and stupid requirements, only two people joined the writing team and both of them just disappeared.
(Edit: Tracer has apparently purposely disappeared to get out of writing, instead of just telling me he doesn't want to, so he's off the team and I'm going to write it myself.)

Basic Plot:
It's about a group of Jedi mercenaries, basically. This book is a prologue and each of them will have a few adventures before meeting together. They do NOT know we are Jedi yet, but we will find out by the end of the book. Concepts for it are mostly brought from Star Wars, but expect a few other things from other sci-fi stuff to come in.

If you want to give me any suggestions, comments, or insults, please do so.


(Edit: got rid of some pretty unimportant stuff...)


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NSP: I'll see what I can do.

EDIT: Check this link out:

http://forums.massassi.net/html/Forum1/HTML/029483.html

6th post, if not the last in the thread.

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NSP: (I'd suggest limiting the tech to straight Star Wars instead of doing some freaky crossover thing. Also, where in the SW timeline are we?)

[Oh, and I'd like to write for this - your original post frightened me off with all it's rules and restrictions. This one looks much better, but it's still too much.

I'd suggest a) not using our forum handles as characters, b) not writing in the first person and c) writing in the past tense. I've written for my share of internet stories, and I really think that for a serious-style story to work you have to give the writers free reign, and basically trust them to keep it on track (i.e. stick to the source material, keep the continuity flowing, not wreck the story with silly posts, etc.). Things like the quoted section just turn out to be a hinderance.]

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Thanks Gebohq!
Tracer: We're not in the SW timeline. What I meant to say that most technology, ships, and concepts (such as Jedi and hyperspace) are borrowed from it. The plot is completely original. And don't let the crossover thing frighten you-I'll introduce and explain most of the stuff during the book.
Responding to the a, b, and c:
a. Um, I'm not. My carecter will be an android named Zero.
b. Er, sorry, but I just really prefer first-person more. You can choose what type you want to do, though.
c. See above, but replace first-person with present tense. Again, you can choose what type you want to use when you write.

I will post a lot more details and a prologue (yes, a prologue for a prologue book) later tonight.

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Oh, now I get what you're saying.

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I wrote something. Is it safe to post?

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Terran history:
The year is 3061 A.D earth-time. The humans have colonized and explored a significant of the known galaxy and have developed hyperspace. They have also encountered many other races, including the technologically advanced Amon'Krie Alliance, the psychotic Centurian Dominion, the devious Deltarian Empire, and the friendly Chaard Commonwealth. Human Jedi are few, but humans are the biggest group of known Jedi. There are approximately 16 known Jedi in the known galaxy. War has been happening with The Centurians and Deltarians for a few years.

Major Races:
(Note: demeanors are on a 0-6 scale, 0 being violent, 3 being neutral, 6 being very friendly.)

Terran Federation (Us)
Home System: Terra (our solar system)
Demeanor: 5/6
Size: Large, growing smaller
Leader: President Alexius D. Kalcnu
Allies: Amon'Krie Alliance, Chaard Commonwealth, Nemeton Republic, several other smaller races.
Enemies: Centurian Dominion, Deltarian Empire.
Appearance: Must I?
Recent History: The Terrans have been at war with the Centurians for 3 years, and it has been quieting down. After 3 major assaults last years and one moderate attack early this year, we haven't seen anything from them since. The Terrans are afraid to make a large assault themselves as the Centurians have the largest force in the galaxy. But the bigger foe now is the Deltarians. 50 years ago, they were just a medium-sized neutral race happy with what they have. Or so they told us. They started to build up there military at an incredible rate. They started to take over smaller, weaker races. We pleaded with them to stop. Then they attacked us. They launched a huge assault on the Davian system last year, and took it over. We have been at war with them since. Our allies are at war with them too, but aren't helping much. Apparently they are afraid.

Deltarian Empire
Home System: Deltaria
Demeanor: 1/6
Size: Enormous, growing bigger
Leader: Emperor Varzuvicus
Allies: A few small races
Enemies: Almost everyone
Appearance: Mainly humanoid, with dark green skin with males and dark blue skin for females. They are muscular and tough, and wear a special battle armor composed of black upper-body and shoulder armor and a dark green/light green/dark blue transparasteel helmet. They attach some biomechanical enhancements to their body.
Recent History: The Deltarians are the biggest threat to the galaxy. After building several very large fleets, they started to assault several small races. They were hopeless. Then they started to attack larger ones. First the Centurians, because they were alarmed at there growing size, mainly growing because of conquest. Then they picked on the Amon'Krie, but pulled out due to their powerful weapons and technology. Then they attacked the Terrans, which they are mainly doing now. Unfortunately, they are winning.

Amon'Krie Alliance
Home System: Amon
Demeanor: 4/6
Size: Medium, not growing significantly
Leader: Garshim (An Amon'Krie word meaning "leader") Amon'Kalim
Allies: Terran Empire, Nemeton Republic
Enemies: Deltarian Empire, Centurian Dominion, Ralbarian Protectorate
Appearance: Imagine a 5 foot green worm with four arms near the head. The head has two completely light blue vertical-oval-shaped eyes and holes for ears. They have no noses. They can, however, sense vibrations well.
Recent History: The Amon'Krie have been very secretive about their advanced technology recently, probably because they think if they share or trade it, the Deltarians will eventually take them over and they will have it. They believe they are the only hope against the Deltarians, but they rarely attack them.

Centurian Dominion
Home System: Centuris
Demeanor: 0/6
Size: Large-Humongous, growing slightly smaller
Leader: Warlord Byarlknedion
Allies: Nobody
Enemies: Everybody
Appearance: Mainly humanoid, they have four skinny legs and two thin arms, and an elongated head. The males are dark gray, and the females are a lighter shade of gray. Don't underestimate their seemingly weak and fragile bodies, they are very strong.
Recent History: They have quieted down attacking the Terrans after the Battle of Wesxix, in which the Centurians and Deltarians battled each other. They appear to be too busy fending of the Deltarians now.

Nemeton Republic
Home System: Nemet
Demeanor: 3/6
Size: Medium, growing slightly
Leader: Prime Minister Esgarroth-2
Allies: Terran Republic, Chaard Commonwealth, Amon'Krie Alliance
Enemies: Deltarian Empire, Centurian Dominion
Appearance: They are a blue-furred centaur with normal and stalk eyes. They have no mouth; they communicate through a biomechanical enhancement that hooks up to the brain and send thought waves, which basically means they use telepathy.
Recent History: The Nemetons have been helping out the Terran's the most out of all the Federation's allies. They actually attack frequently, instead of just giving supplies and non-offensive stuff. And best of all, they aren't afraid to give their technology. And their technology is the second best known, rivaling that of the Amon'Krie's.

Ralbarion Protectorate
Home System: Ralbar
Demeanor: 2/6
Size: Small, growing significantly
Leader: Queen Tetscra
Allies: A few small races
Enemies: Deltarian Empire, Centurian Dominion, Amon'Krie Alliance
Appearance: Mainly humanoid except they are bald and have a reptilian tail.
Recent History: The Ralbarion Protectorate is a small but growing race that is well-known for their fierce warriors and protection services, which make up a lot of their economy. Due to the uprising of two powerful races, the Deltarians and Centurians, many smaller races have paid for protection services for their planet or system.

Chaard Commonwealth
Home System: Chaard
Demeanor: 6/6
Size: Small, not growing significantly
Leader: Chairman Levhahn
Allies: Terran Federation, a few small races
Enemies: Nobody
Appearance: A very large rock-like creature.
Recent History: Though they look gigantic and fearsome, these creatures are pacifists, and that gets them into trouble lots of times. A lot of races despise pacifists, and the Terran Federation is their only ally, with the exception of a few other tiny pacifist races. And the Deltarians look like they might attack them. Not good.

(NSP: Okay, this explains much of the timeline and history of this universe.)

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Prologue
Zero’s Awakening
Year 3075, from the perspective of Dr. Yaevin T. Anthollo

*Bzztt! Bzztt! Bzztt!* I jerked up out of my bed instantly. *Bzztt! Bzztt!* “Computer, alarm clock off!” I groaned as I got up. The noise stopped. “It is 4: 43. You are 13 minutes late. Have a nice day!” The computer responded in its strangely annoying female voice.

“There aren’t enough hours during the night on this planet…” I muttered as I put on my uniform. Kehchak IV had only 15 hours in a day, so not much sleep was allowed.

I stepped outside and breathed in the crisp morning air of Kehchak IV. I stretched as I looked around. Everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. Three sleepy workers manned a Robo-Digger Mark III. I checked the main building. Everyone appeared to be th—wait! Where was Dr. Galvin? I looked around confused when the door flew open.

“Yaevin! I’ve been looking *pant pant* all over the camp for you!” He said, panting and clutching some papers. “I, err, overslept a bit.” I replied. “Look at this! Sensors detected something metallic 57 kilometers below the surface!” He said excitedly. He handed over the papers he was holding. “We’ve found something! We’ve actually found something on this desolate planet!” He said happily. I looked over the papers. There was something there all right. A smile formed on my face. I thought we would never find something on this dull planet. Besides some colorful canyons, Kehchak IV is a mostly featureless planet. But there is, at least, a breathable atmosphere.

“How long will it take to dig to there?” I asked. “About 2 days with the Robo-Digger, maybe less. The dirt here is hard,” he informed me. “When you get deeper, try to get a more detailed scan. I want to know all about this object as I can. I will send an update to the Federation.” “All right.” He walked out of the room with a grin on his face.

I sat down at a table, deep in thought. What could this object be? Who buried it? There are no living creatures on the planet. So unless they became extinct, someone of another planet must have buried it. Well, they found a good choice. No one would look here. But still, what could it be? I sat there for a long, long time.

Two Kehchakian days later…

The object was being pulled out of the deep, deep hole. From what the scanner reported, it was a capsule of some sort made of an unknown metal. But it was something important, I could tell. It was finally towed up to the top and laid on the ground.

A worker in a protective suit walked up to it. “Stand back, everyone,” he warned. He used a chainsaw to open it up. The loud *BBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!* was the only noise. Everyone was silent, wondering what could be in it. He finally stopped. “It…it appears to be a…robot of some sort,” he said, puzzled. We all came up to look. Sure enough, a robot was lying down in the capsule. It was shaped humanoid, and there was black armor from head to toe. I peered into the capsule, seeing if anything else was in it. When I looked up, the robot was sitting up.

The robot looked around at the gaping people around it. “Who…who are you?” I finally asked it. It turned its head to look at me. After studying me for a while, it replied, “I am Zero.”

From the journal of Dr. Anthollo, 5 years after Zero’s discovery

Zero is an amazing creature, err, robot. The technology behind him is beyond anything the galaxy has ever seen. His holographic capabilities are amazing. He can make a life-like hologram of anything he sees, and things he makes up, too. He is practically a war-machine too. He has very powerful weapons built inside of him, shrunk from the power of nano-miniturization.

But the most amazing thing is…he is sentient. He can think and make his own decisions. A sentient robot was once supposedly proved impossible, but Zero has proved them wrong. But, there is one strange thing about him. He does not know his creators. He can’t remember anything except for his name and capabilities. Why would Zero’s creators erase his memory?…
Now Zero is a mercenary for the Terran Federation. He is truly beyond anything the galaxy has ever known.

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(NSP: You forgot to add the '.html' to the link in your sig...it doesn't go anywhere right now. And I hope this is alright; I took a few liberties, background-wise.)

A dingy bar in a dingy base in a dingy solar system. Once it had been a place of beginnings, sending wave after wave of prospectors forth to make their fortunes amongst the orbiting rocks, drilling for the wealth that lay within. But the draining effect of time wore on both the people and the asteroid belt; the asteroids became depleted of their mineral worth, and the spirit of exploration faded from the people. Now all that remained were a few prospecting waystations, maintained by those who had been too tired or unlucky to leave when the boom ended.

However, the mass departure had worked to the advantage of some. Not criminals in the most literal sense of the word, for such an obvious gathering of fringe characters would have necessitated government intervention, but certainly individuals who stood to benefit from living in relative obscurity.

Raylean Strom, a man who had benefited greatly from a life of relative obscurity, reclined as much as his steel chair would allow and grinned. A toothy smile, it illuminated his face against the hangar's dull interior.

"I can get you to your destination, friend. Quickly, too." Strom pointed to one of the starships that sat perched upon the hangar floor. Like the man, the ship seemed to enjoy its run-down surroundings; gleaming hull plates and oiled hydraulics, it stood proudly against the general state of disrepair that pervaded the base.

"That's my vessel. The Arcturean Wanderer. She's not one of these second-rate refurbished mining tubs - I had her imported straight from the Acrturean shipyards. I never miss a maintence check," he said, proudly, showing off his only child to whatever audience could be found.

"Deluxe accomodations, too. You'll get your own bunk and have free access to the galley." Strom paused in his sales pitch to sip from his drink. Though mostly true, it was calculated boastfulness; after all, the Arcturean shipwrights demanded thier dues.

"I'm sure it's a fine ship." The prospective client spoke without bothering to look where Strom had pointed, instead fixing his gaze on the pilot. "I just want passage to the old mining fields."

Strom shrugged, abandoning his businessman's facade. "Sure. I'll need a specific destination, though."

The other produced a creased star chart. "I have the coordinates to one of the abandoned asteroid bases," he said, carefully spreading it across their makeshift table.

Strom looked at the chart. It was decades old, one of thousands that had been mass-produced by the mining corporations, but it was still accurate. A string of numbers had been scribbled and a circle drawn, marking the desired destination.

He gathered up the chart and nodded, "It's doable. Soon as the matter of payment is settled, we can leave at your convienence."

The client withdrew several large-denomination coins from his jacket in a markedly detached fashon, and commenced haggling. Soon, a sum was agreed upon, and the ship was made ready for launch.

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(NSP: Don't worry, it doesn't contradict anything. Oh, and I fixed my sig. Now we're going to wait for more writers, we're going to need at least 3-4, at the absolute least three. If we don't get enough, I figure we can both control two characters. If it gets popular enough, I may let in one or two more writers.)

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Due to real life, Jedihunter_X won't be able to write for BMJM. Ho hum.

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Chapter 1
Zero’s Mission, Part 1 of 3
(Zero)

My cloaked ship stealthily sneaked past dozens of combat satellites orbiting Hervodin II. “Beep! Ship is within detecting range.” The computer said emotionlessly. I quickly turned on my scanner jammer. That should prevent up to level 6 scanning.

“Computer, how far from the space station?” I said lazily, starting to stretch back in my chair. I suddenly stopped, remembering that I have no muscles. I pick up these human habits so easily... I thought. “37.4 kilometers from space station Darxquociom.” These Centurians sure make some weird names.

“Repeat mission objectives.” I questioned the computer again. “Primary objective one: Infiltrate Centurian space station Darxquociom. Primary objective two: Find datalink center in the space station and copy all information from it. Primary objective three: Space station must not be destroyed. Primary objective four: Escape space station alive with data and send it back to Commander Javin. Secondary objective one: Disable all space station weaponry, making the initial assault on Hervodin II much easier.” “That’s all? I thought I would have a hard mission...” I remarked sarcastically.

“Commander Javin? This is Zero. I’m approaching the station,” I messaged to Javin’s base. No response. “Commander?” Nothing. I looked around uneasily. Somebody must be jamming...me! But my ship is undetectable without the best equipment! I thought nervously. “One minute until contact with space station.” The computer reported. I decided to not think much of it and focus on my mission.

My first task: getting in. How will I sneak in? This is a covert operation. I cannot be detected or seen. “Beep! Ship is 0.5 kilometers away from station. Piloting set to manual.” The computer droned. I thrusted my ship around the station. I may be able to sneak in through the hanger. It’s risky, but I’ve done it plenty of times before.

I slowly went toward the hanger door. I have to wait until a ship goes in, and then I can sneak in right by it...a medium freighter came towards the hanger. The doors opened, and I slowly followed it. I was in. I set my ship to auto-hover up towards the ceiling, where it would stay cloaked. I quietly opened the cockpit window and turned on my personal cloaking device. Then I jumped down. *Clink!* I froze. The noise of my landing alerted some of the guards.

They walked toward my direction. “I thought I heard something...” one of them exclaimed. I quietly crept toward the door. It opened and I quickly ran in. “Hey! Intruder!” another guard yelled. I quickly uncloaked in the vacant hallway and switched my hologram to a Centurian officer. Three guards rushed in.

“D-did you see an intruder go by here?” one asked. “Intruder?” I said, acting mildly surprised. “Nothing went by here.” The guards looked around, puzzled. “Add one extra hour to your sleep period. I think you all need it.” “Yes, my Ulsk.” They replied. Ulsk? What the heck is an...oh yes, it’s a Centurian word for someone in an overall higher position than you.

I walked down the hallway, with my officer hologram still on. I entered a room with many high-ranking Centurians in it. I accessed a datapad on the wall. Hmm...datalink center is...four hallways down from here. Take a right, another right, a left, then another right. It’s room 14-g. This’ll be a sinch.

As I proceeded down the hallways with my officer hologram on, I cautiously tried to avoid attention. As I was looking behind me, I collided with a Centurian. “Hey! Watch it!” he yelled. He looked at me suspiciously.

“You do not look familiar. Who are you?” he questioned. “An officer.” I replied shortly. “Name?” “Um...Hegratchi-Kilnfrtt. I just transferred here from...er...Jupragfroh station.” I replied pathetically. He checked his mini-computer. “’Hegratchi’, you are neither on our registered officer list nor on our schedule of transferred or soon to be transferred list.” If I had a heart, it just would have plopped into my (non-existant) stomach. He slowwwwly looked up from his minicomputer. “Spy.” He hissed.

I swiftly reached over and pinched slightly below his armpit. “Gahkk!” He fell over, immobilized. I had just pinched his Centurian “Ophou nerve”. One well-placed pinch and they are immobilized for a pretty short time. It also erases their short-term memory. Handy, isn't it?

I quickly stuffed him into the air vent. I’ll get him later. I ran through the hallways to get to the datalink center.

I went through my list of holograms, trying to find one that would work well. Centurian guard...no...engineer...no...officer...maybe...technician...that may work, but no... I thought, growing frusterated at my short list of Centurian holograms. Perfect! I’ll use the "Jarlln" hologram...he’s the commander of this station. I created this hologram before I went on this mission, thinking it could be useful.

I switched it on. I stepped into the datalink room, doing my best smug Centurian commander impression. “It’s time for our weekly transfer of the datalinks to--” I stopped when I saw Commander Jarlln himself right in front of me.

To be continued...

(Edit: Spacing and pargaraphs)

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(NSP: Sit tight, mikeydude: I'm going away for a week. See ya.)

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(NSP: Okay. Hopefully something will happen while you're gone!)

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(NSP: Okay, I've decided that Tracer and I will just write for two characters from each of us. Tracer, I want to know if this is okay for you, handling two characters. I already have a chapter ready for my second charecter, Retek. He's...well, wait until I post my chapter. Anyway, it's your turn to post a chapter, Tracer, so you go first.)

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Some people call me Michael. Some people call me waffle. Some people call me disturbing. Some people call me crazy. Some people call me...
Mikeyman.

Tracer, are you there?

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Blue Moon Jedi Mercenaries: Book 0
Current Writers: Mikeyman and Tracer

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Some people call me Michael. Some people call me waffle. Some people call me disturbing. Some people call me crazy. Some people call me...
Mikeyman.

Yes.

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Rule with an iron fist! And a wooden leg. - Anonymous Australian

Please answer my question, then.

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Blue Moon Jedi Mercenaries: Book 0
Current Writers: Mikeyman and Tracer

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Some people call me Michael. Some people call me waffle. Some people call me disturbing. Some people call me crazy. Some people call me...
Mikeyman.

Yeah. I'll post something soon; I've been busy.

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Rule with an iron fist! And a wooden leg. - Anonymous Australian

Okay, just making sure you hadn't disappeared like my previous two writers in my first attempt at getting the story working.

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Blue Moon Jedi Mercenaries: Book 0
Current Writers: Mikeyman and Tracer

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Some people call me Michael. Some people call me waffle. Some people call me disturbing. Some people call me crazy. Some people call me...
Mikeyman.

Tracer...if it's going to take you this long to make one chapter, I don't think you should do this.

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Current Writers: Mikeyman and Tracer

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I'm just your friendly neighborhood Mikeyman.

Tracer, I know you're around...

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Blue Moon Jedi Mercenaries: Book 0
Current Writers: Mikeyman and Tracer

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I'm just your friendly neighborhood Mikeyman.

Tracer, I think it's stupid that you are purposely ignoring me. You are off the team. I'm going to write this myself, I don't give a care that it's not "interactive". I've tried to get other people to help write, but no one's seriously interested.

Expect another chapter soon.

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Look, I'm sorry this didn't work out, but this isn't my job. I haven't even had time for NeS lately. Couple that with the fact that this is a serious story with a lot of restrictions, and you get something that's really difficult to write for. *shrug* Again, sorry, but I tried.

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Chapter 2
Retek Zezzith
(Retek)

I’ve gone at Mach 3.5 with my face 5 inches from the ground. I’ve killed 64 Deltarians with a knife…and my leg and arm were broken. I’ve got two entire rooms in my apartment holding my various weapons and equipment. I have three championship 1st place medals in my bedroom.

I am Retek Zezzith. And right now I’m in another attack hovercycle race.

I accelerated my hovercycle more. It sped across the jungle straightaway. Mach 3.55…Mach 3.6…maybe I can break my record of Mach 3.9. Just keep accelerating. I turned my head back. Two guys on my tail. Ha. I can take them out.

I got my minelayer ready and tried to get in front of one of them. I got my finger on the trigger and…what? The other guy got in front of me?! “I don’t think so…” I muttered. I revved up my hovercycle again. I was going at a steady and safe speed of Mach 3.8. About now I should slow down and anticipate the sharp turn at the end of the straightaway, but instead I accelerated more.

“What the…it appears racer number 8 is accelerating instead of slowing down! If he doesn’t slow down, he probably won’t make the turn coming up!” the announcer remarked.
I was at Mach 3.9. I have to beat my record!

The other two hovercycles near me were slowing down. I passed them quickly. Mach 3.95…I beat it. I smiled and then looked up. The turn was about 30 feet in front of me.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed as I did a turn as sharp as I could. I was going to hit all the jungle bulk! I decided to take the risk and hit my Emergency Brake System (EBS). I flipped up the glass thing above the button and hit it. I heard the “Wwwoooooooooooo…” of the energy waves halting my hovercycle. The cycle was perfectly still for about 0.2 seconds, then it blasted off with the help of my good friend called “afterburners”.

Mach 0.8 and climbing…but everyone already shot past me. Oh yeah…time for some destruction.

I started rapid-firing my laser cannons. 2-3 cycles got hit and slowed down a bit trying to evade the rest of the laser bolts. Mach 1.5…Mach 1.55…not going to get fast enough to catch up. They’ve already gone out of laser bolt range. Time for missiles. I got my DFMRM (Dumb-Fire Medium Range Missiles) ready and fired. A dozen missiles flew out of the launcher, none of them following the same relative direction. At least they were going straight…just not completely straight.

Two hovercycles blew up, the drivers not too beat up. They were quickly picked up by a medi-craft.

At least I’m not in last now. I decided to take another risk. But hey, risk is my profession. I punched my afterburners again. I was going close to one of the cycles that slowed down because of my laser fire. I shot a detonation bomb at it, but I didn’t activate it quite yet. I held down the afterburners. Mach 1.95…Mach 2.0…that’s the safest speed to go if you’re not on a straightaway, which I wasn’t. But I had to get in front of the hovercycle. The finishing line was coming up. I still kept the afterburners on.

I started firing my ion cannons. It was slowing down more. I turned and finally got in front of it. Yes…I thought with a maniac grin on my face. I hit the detonator. BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!! The explosion rocketed my hovercycle forward.

My speedometer determined my speed was Mach 3.15. I went past 3, maybe 4 other hovercycles. I then landed and nearly flipped the cycle over. As soon as I regained myself, I hit the afterburners again.

“Racer number 8 is using his afterburners too much…he’s going to blow a Fleebnork!” The announcer commented. So what?I thought, not really thinking about what he said. Mach 2.7…Mach 2.75…BBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!! An explosion from behind me interrupted my thoughts. I turned back and saw a Fleebnork flaming, as well as the back half of my cycle.

I ejected out of my seat. Oh boy…I thought when my parachute didn’t come out. I frantically pulled the string for my emergency parachute. It didn’t come out. Not good. I was falling from about 22 meters in the air. If I’m lucky, I’ll fall and get caught in a tree. 16 meters...14 meters...13...FLUMP! My suit got caught in a tree. How lucky.

I struggled out of the tree, but I was stuck. “Can someone give me a hand here?!” I yelled to nobody in particular. I shook around some more. “Great…I’m stuck here for who knows how long.” I said to myself. I heard somebody running up to the tree. Oh great, it’s my team leader, Tylin.

“Okay, Retek, I’m going to tell you this now,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re fired from the team.” “WHAT?!” I yelled. “Retek, I have never seen such a reckless performance ever! Idiotically reckless! A little bit of recklessness is usually good, but this is just too much. You’re off the team.” I stared at him as he walked away. “Could you at least help me out of this tree?!” I yelled. He didn’t answer.

I groaned and struggled around some more. “UGHH!” I fell out of the tree and hit my back against another branch, teetered side to side, then fell those final 3 meters. “Oww…” I moaned as somebody walked up. “You okay, Retek?” He asked. I looked up. It was my friend, Amon’Tychis, Tychis for short. He was an Amon’Krie.

“No,” I muttered as I tried to get up. I fell back down. “Need some help?” he asked. “Gosh, I just flew up 22 meters in the air, got stuck in a tree, fell again, hit my back against a stinkin’ branch, then fell a few more meters...but nooo, I’m not quite sure if I’m hurt...I mean my back is completely numb, but—“ “Okay, I get it, enough sarcasm!” Tychis cut in.

I could hear the siren of a hover-ambulance in the distance. “Try to carry me over to the clearing, they can’t reach me with all this vegetation and trees in the way.” Tychis hesitated, then started dragging me toward the clearing. “Oww, agh, ow, AHH! Can’t you pick me up?!” “Retek, you know Amon’Krie are not muscular...” he said. “Ow!” I exclaimed as my head hit a rock. “Tychis, you’re making me hurt more than I hurt before! Put me down.” I yelled. He quickly let go of my arms.

The hover-ambulance was attempting to make it’s way toward me with all the trees and vegetation in it’s way. “So, what’d your team captain have to say about what you did?” He asked. “He fired me. I can’t believe it,” I grumbled. “Great. Now what are you going to do?” “I don’t know. I think it should be something else besides attack hovercycle racing though…I miss the good ol’ days in the Federation Army.” “Oh no. You’re not thinking of enlisting again, are you?…”

“Maybe not. I just want some real action…” But where am I going to find it?…I wondered, as the paramedic picked me up.

(Edit: Spacing and paragraphs)

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Chapter 3
Toliss-6
(Toliss)

I am a Nemeton. Toliss-6. My name is Toliss-6. I am the sixth child of Kakol, my father, and Wecc, my mother.

That is all I can remember of my family...my previous life.

Before I was captured.

<GRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!> I screamed in telepathy, allowing everybody in the building to hear and not be able to shut out of their heads. You’d think this would get them to stop.

Or maybe they take pleasure in it. That’s how the Deltarians are.

The stony Deltarian torture master stared hard at me. “Tell us where the files are.”

I said nothing.

He shook his head slowly and looked at the guard. The guard nodded. He flicked a large switch.

*BBBZZZZTTTTTTT!* Electricity went through my entire body. <EEEERRRRGGG!!>

A month. It’s been a month since I was captured. But I’m not sure how much more I can take.

*BBBZZZZTTTTTTT!* <HHHUUAAARRRRHHHHH!!>

“That’s enough, guard! We want him alive...he has valuable information we can extract from him. Give him an hour of rest, then do a few more shocks. If he still doesn’t talk...put the shock level up to 5.”

The guard nodded and left the room. But the tortune master stayed behind. He went up to me and gave me a cold stare. “We will get that information, Toliss-6. You know you are slowly going insane with all the torturing. And next time we meet, it will be worse. Level 5 shock level. You know...not everyone can survive level 5.”

I stonily stared at the opposite wall.

He slammed his fist on the computer table next to where I was chained up to the wall. “Talk, darn you! Talk or die!” He put a pistol next to my head.

<You and I both know you can’t kill me. I am the only one besides my father who knows where the files on the Kacomein superweapon. And my father has gone into hiding, you’ll never find him. You can’t afford to have me killed.>

“Oh really? You think I won’t kill you?” He snarled. He pushed the trigger. When he let go, it would fire a laser stream directly through my head.

None of us moved or said a word.

The torture master slowly moved the pistol away from my head, and pointed it toward the other wall. He let go of the trigger. *KEEWWWWW!* A two meter long red laser stream made a black mark on the tough walls of the detention center hidden on a small moon orbiting Roig II.

He walked out of the room, not uttering a word, obviously embarrassed and angry.

I slowly shook my aching head. Then I collapsed from utter exhaustion and pain.

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Chapter 4
Wes Akkol
(Wes)

“Name?”

“Wes Akkol.”

“I don’t see your name on the list...“

“Um, it’s my first day.”

“Let me check something...ah, okay, your name is on the updated list. Here’s your ID card.”

“Thanks.”

“Report to the quartermaster, he’ll show you your dorm. You’ll be bunking with someone.”

I went down the hall looking around, trying to get a feel for the place. This was Kaccl science facility 12-B, in orbit over Kaccl II. Kaccl II has a large variety of rare plants and animals, so once the Federation got the planet from the Ralbarians in a short three week war two years ago, scientists swarmed all over it. Now the Ralbarians are neutral with us, and we generally stay away from each other.

Anyway, so there I was in the facility, going down the hallway. The quartermaster told me I was in dorm 5-F. I walked down there, a hover-lifter droid following me, carrying all my luggage on its flat platform. I knocked on the dorm door. Hmm, my roommate must not be here. I used my ID card and slid it through the security lock. It blipped in acknolagement, and the door slid open.

I looked around the room. It was pretty good-sized, with more than enough room for two people. My family was pretty rich; they had a well-to-do gem mining business on Hova IX. They were able to get me into a good academy and this was one of the best facilities on Kaccl II.

I suddenly realized I really needed to use the bathroom. I rushed in and did my business. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had messy brown hair, with a stiff metal blue bandana-thingy that I latch onto my head. It was thin, with a black line through the middle of it, going across. Kind of hard to explain with words, but dang is it stylish. If you haven’t noticed yet, my name is Wes Akkol. I’m 22 and fresh out of the academy. Oh yeah, I’m human.

A heard a knock. “Come in, I’ll be out in a minute!” I yelled from the bathroom. I came out and saw a big surprise.

“Zhako?!”

“Wes!”

“How’d...but...?!”

“I’m in the facility too!”

“I thought you were going to go into Spacecraft Design!”

“I was, but the only available factory wasn’t looking for a person with my...talents.”

“They didn’t think you were good enough, huh?”

“Yeah, so then I decided I would move on to my second major—Science.”

“That’s awesome, but...what are the odds that we would get into the same facility?”

“Slim to none. Your parents and I traded a few h-mails, and they agreed to get you into this specific facility so we could be together.”

“Awesome. So, who are you bunking with?”

He smiled and pointed at me.

“No way!”

“I had this dorm to myself anyway, my old roommate transferred to a different facility, and they didn’t have another guy to bunk with me.

“This is so great.”

“Hey, c’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Okay, most of you are probably clueless to what’s going on. So let me explain.

Zhako has been a good friend for a while. He’s three years older than me, but we don’t care. We met when I was ten and he was thirteen. We were inseparable for five years, but then he had to go to the academy. We rarely met then since he was so far away, but I was able to convince my parents to let me go to the same academy, so we were good buds again. Then he went away, and I presumed he had gone into Spacecraft Design like he told me when he graduated. I had never seen him since. But now we’re together again, and things are looking up.

He showed me around, then we heard something over the loudspeaker. “Dinner!”

We looked at each other, grinned, yelled down the hallway, “FFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD!!”, and ran like maniacs like we always used to.

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I like waffles.

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I had a long reply typed up, but what it came down to is that I'm the only one who even tried to help you with this story. I don't think you realize what it means to write for an interactive story.

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You want maybe I should break your face?

I would explain, but I don't feel like bringing this up again.

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Blue Moon Jedi Mercenaries: Book 0

I like waffles.