Backfire (Part 2)

Hard, oil-scented air was the first thing Caleb felt as he slowly regained consciousness. Then the turbulence, rocking the entire dark room he barely saw through half-closed eyes. As he turned to look back, his head started aching like it has been trampled by a stampede of wild Banthas. Trying to stand up he realized that he had been tied up, seemingly to a pillar of some sort. He felt the area with his hand, and felt a touch of a soft-skinned hand, long fingers touching him back.

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Backfire (Part 1)

Not many planets know suffering as Metellos does. A dystrophic planet in the Core System and Coruscant’s retarded twin brother, the planet had struggled with over-population for decades. All attempts at rivalling the galactic heart in trade and industry had been flushed, leaving the population divided between those who could and those who would. Those who could, the Gentry, managed to avoid the misery of living on such an urban jungle by dealing with politics and information. They built enormous floating cities, which shadowed the densely populated surface of the planet. Those who would, the Groundpounders, were the working class – labourers, con artists and scoundrels – who had never left the durasteel soil which was their cradle and their grave. Every step of the populated area was filled with small green, copper-red and black houses randomly scattered around. Towering over these slums were Stratablocks, massive skyscrapers – the bridge between the two different worlds, housing what could only be described as the middle class; industry headquarters, banks and information dealers.
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Chapter 3

Rhya was standing on her small balcony, looking at the cityscape. The massive, tightly-packed buildings had blocked the horizon and imposed upon the viewers their megalomaniac structure. Dark clouds had obscured the small portion of the sky perceivable from Rhya’s balcony, but they made no huge impact on the view of the night sky whatsoever – the stars were generally dimmed by the bright city lights of Nar Shaddaa. It was hot and the pressure had brought the smog down, making the otherwise acrid air even harder to breathe. A breeze would seldom fly by, sweeping through Rhya’s thin hair. She’d move it away from her face, but only until another breeze decided to play with it again.
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Stranded (Part 2)

Master Alya Levine trailed the Imperial squad, moving as far behind them as she could to avoid detection. Her senses were augmented by the Force so that she could be aware of her opponents at all times. The four soldiers and their commander – a tall figure in a red armour piece – moved along the streets of the desolate town. Two soldiers closely accompanied their leader and the other two moved more freely – checking the side alleys and buildings along their way. The Twi’lek Jedi sensed something strange about the head of the squad. She could not sense him as well as the rest of his team mates – his aura was obscured. “No doubt he has had at least a small level of training in the Force” she thought to herself.
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Stranded (part 1)

“Cover the left flank!”

The Republic squad was surrounded. With Imperial soldiers rushing from both sides, the team had no chance but to take cover in a war-ravaged house, here on the remote planet of Agamar. A medical officer, an engineer, a soldier, an elite recon and a Jedi Master were stuck with seemingly no way out without a fight.
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Chapter 2

The droid pilot pulled the vehicle up near a long and broad walkway in the apartment district on Nar Shaddaa. The droid’s head unit was designed to resemble a human one – its face modelled to have all the distinctive feature of a humanoid. However when the droid turned to smile at the passengers, the face seemed bizarre rather than friendly. “We have arrived at the designated destination.” the droid spoke to the people in the back of the air-taxi.
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Kill Blind

“Twenty minutes ’till landing!” spoke a crude, distorted voice through the speaker. The transport shuttle rumbled, making the sleeping passengers stir, confused, before closing their eyes again and going back to sleep. The thundering noise of the engines would make any conversation impossible – not that anyone was interested in chatter anyway. The passenger chamber stank of stale food and animal excrements. The bronze walls were full of rust and stains, and corrosion had eaten the floor in several places. It was a broad room, once most likely a cargo hold, transformed into a passenger chamber by adding a few loose, wooden benches along the walls.
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Chapter 1

He kept polishing one of the many dirty mugs, his shoe tapping impatiently on the duracrete floor, anxiously awaiting the end of his shift. “Just a little bit more, Kaster”, he was reassuring himself. He tried to keep his eyes on the mug, as though it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen; anything to avoid looking into the eyes of the two hulking men caught in a fight with one another.
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Prologue

The rumbling of the sky traffic had broken his concentration. Airspeeders, both those large and small, were flying around in lines which ended beyond the reach of the human eye. This was always the case on Coruscant: the constant motion, the noise, the arid and polluted air dominated the lower reaches of the planet’s cityscape. This wasn’t the lower populace’s biggest concern. The crime, the gangs, the spice dealers and the spice addicts were all an ever present problem to the people living in the undercity.
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