Bounty Hunter Dreyas
Jun 1st, 2000, 07:37:28 PM
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BEGIN PART DONE BY DREYAS
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Night fell and the storms had quietted so it was possible to hear the whistling of the wind through the gates outside. The stars were visible and there was alot of commotion everywhere. Through the Guild, many hunters not known by name sat around a small marble block shaped in a circle. They appeared to be telling stories of past bounties.
Dreyas and Pracid sat at the Guild's Cantina drinking thier favorite drinks and discussed what happended that day, including the newly learned of species, the Vo-Go's.
"This new reptile-creature...has it any weakness you know of?" said Dreyas.
"None that I know of" said Pracid. He picked up his glass to his mouth, tilted his head up, and drank.
He slammed his glass when he was done. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Nothing like a home blend, my friend."
"Yes, well, I am very suited with my glass of gasoline." Dreyas took a small sip and lights on him started glowing brighter
Pracid chuckled. "Then I suppose you do."
"Tell me, Pracid, on what means did you encounter the beings?"
"I stated that I followed our bounty and came apon them."
"Please tell of the truth, Trip." said Dreyas as he put down his drink.
"I tell of it." said Pracid monotoniously.
"Liar." stated Dreyas as he rammed his fist into the table.
"Temper Temper, Dreyas. Remember last time what that caused." Pracid sighed.
"Tell me now! I know you a liar. Such a hunter would not "follow" his prey. You are the type that track them down and then watch your back in the process." Dreyas said as he moved his upper body closer to Pracid.
"@#%# it! Why don't you trust me large droid? Tell me this instant what I have done to recieve such treatment!" said Pracid as he threw his glass down on the ground and got up to begin pacing the hallway.
"Notify me of your true cause of tracking him. I ask no more."
Pracid breathed heavily. He closed his eyes as he began to speak. "I got a transmission last week from an unknown source." Dreyas sat listening closely. "The message stated track the traitor and you will recieve a lump sum of 35,000 credits and a new blaster on the next rotation. You know I can't pass up a deal like that..."
Dreyas cut him off. "And get your butt in so much trouble?! That's not like you." Dreyas stood up as he said this and then sat back down. "Did you recieve the goods at least?"
"Yes, but not the way I wanted. On the planet I found a man dead, probably from those awful beasts. He had a pouch which contained 35,000 credits and clutched a blaster stiff from death.
"Who was this man? I demand answers to this!" Dreyas yelled.
"Stupid Hunters! Shut your mouths so others can enjoy life!" said a voice from outside.
"Who speaks? Speak yet again!" said Dreyas
A small figure entered no bigger than Pracid's rifle. It was a pink/purple color with huge eyes and very large feet. He was wearing a pilot helmet for a podracer and was escorted by two very attractive native women. "My name is Auriga. I have lived here ever since retiring from the Sith as a warrior, though I have considered moving back."
"What trade are you, then?" said Pracid, forgeting the earlier argument.
"No matter...that matter comes in you two keeping it down. Me and my ladies would like an enjoyable time tonight, you see?"
"I see. How 'bout you get your little butt out of our buisness or I'll have to slice it off with my lightsaber." barked Pracid.
Auriga jumpped up on Pracid with his huge feet and pulled out a small gun, aiming it at Pracid's juggular with his skinny arm.
Dreyas ran to throw the little midget off Pracid.
"*&%^@! Get this little !@%$#^%er off me!"
"Not one move, robot, or your bounty hunter gets it where he'll never drink again."
"Never drink again? %!@ that." said Pracid.
"You keep quiet, too" barked back Auriga as he pushed the gun furthur into Pracid's throat.
"Hey, little guy.....you want a drink or something?" said Dreyas calmly.
"Fool, I need no drink!" said Auriga as he turned to Dreyas.
Pracid caught Auriga off guard and grabbed his skinny arm, throwning it back. Auriga let go of the gun and it fell into Dreyas's hands. Pracid punched the small creature in the nose and it flew back, landing in a pile of beer bottles. A cheer from the meeting room came through the doorway. "Get the %$#!@ of here, you little %@$#%@$!" said Pracid as he jumped up, igniting his saber. Auriga got up, looked at the mad Pracid, swinging his lightsaber around, and got up and ran out the door, leaving his escorts. The women soon followed after realizing Pracid wasn't going to stop. They heard Auriga yelling off in the distance until the chatter of the partiers outside covered them up. "Now then!" said Pracid as he walked over to the wine cabinet. "Where were we, then?"
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Dreyas and Pracid continued to sit at the bar.
"I believe we were discussing the Vo-Go's and what happened when you went thier." said Dreyas, holding a mugg of oil.
Pracid finished his third glass of wiskey that night. "Oh yes, ..." He paused for a few minutes, starring off through the window, pondering of the star systems out there. Although he appeared nothing but a brute, he was truly a sensitive figure, though he never admitted it.
"...the man?" edged Dreyas.
"Huh?" Pracid returned to reality. "Well, the man in question was wearing the pouch and the blaster."
"Yes, you said that already, you were about to say who it was" said Dreyas anxiouslly.
"Sorry about that, the drinks are getting to me. The man in question, oh gosh!"
"What?"
"I fear I cannot say the name as it would be too shocking to you and much too upsetting."
"State it now, Pracid!" stammered Dreyas.
He paused once more. "Alright, I will tell you. The man in question is none other than..."
Before he could finish a large noise over all the other noise was heard. It seemed to sound alot like those things Dreyas saw once on Naboo. The Gungans they were. Many of them, in fact. They were hooting and howlaring.
"What is all this, I say?" said Dreyas. Both of them were getting extremely angry over all the interuptions.
Thier leader, General Ceel came out amoung the group.
"Ceel! Good friend! It has been ages! Please make yourselves comfortable." said Pracid surprisedly.
"You know these beings?" said Dreyas suspciously.
"Do not be wary of them, they can be trusted." said Pracid happily, though not looking at Dreyas.
"Okay, if you say so." said Dreyas.
The group of Gungans and a few Bounty Hunters sat around a motley colored, carpeted, round table.
"Pracid, yoursa choice of funitures never ceasesa to amaze messa." said Ceel as he looked around the guild.
"Thank you, Ceel. I must say this is not actually going to be our headquaters for long." said Pracid as Raven000001 passed out drinks to all that entered.
"Reallys?" said General Ceel. "Messa intrigued. Tell messa more." He placed an arm on the table and became absorbed by Pracid as he told of the colossal project of making a hq on a moon of Naboo. Dreyas looked at all the new faces and wondered what kind of abilities they must have.
"Wells, messa got soooooo wrapped up in yousa story that messa forgot to tell yousa the good news!" said Ceel studderly, as he was becoming drunk.
"Coming under so soon, Ceel?" said Pracid as sober as possible.
"Stop that. Messa gotta tell you the good news!"
"Well, tell us then!" said Pracid as he picked up a cup and drank another bit of his brandy.
"Well, messa and the rest of thosa Gungans were walking around Tatooine and wessa came upon these three lizard thinsa!"
"You must be kidding." said Raven000001 as he came back in, hearing the last bit of the sentence.
"Nos. Why yousa say that?" said Ceel puzzled.
"Friend, the wine must be getting to you, that or you have been saved by the grace of God!" said Pracid.
"Nos. Lets me finish. Thosa nasty lizards try to fight us and messa had a bomba..."
"Messa had the bomba, General Ceel." said another Gungan.
"Whatever. Anyways, messa said steps back or messa give you the bomba and thosa lizards laugh at messa and then messa threw a bomba at one and it went combluey and messa fell down. When messa got up, theysa was only two of them lizards still standing." said Ceel as he dramatacised the event with his fat arms.
"Then what?" said Raven000001, as he had forgotten his chore and sat down beside Pracid.
"Thens, messa laughed and themsa runs away!"
"That is wonderful, Ceel! Are you sure they were the Vo-Go's?" said Pracid.
"Absolutalies! That's a bomba for yousa!" said another Gungan.
"This news is incredible! It might be the solution for ridding this world of those vile minions. You maybe famous." said Pracid as he stood up and began to get louder.
"Messa guess so." said Ceel as he picked up his arms and dropped them as they made a slush sound.
Raven000001 suddenly was called into the lobby by another hunter.
The discussion continued for another couple of minutes.
Raven000001 came back with almost no emotion and walked to Pracid. They all began laughing about a non-related story that Ceel and Pracid shared. "Sir," said Raven000001 as he tugged at his armor. "Sir!,"
"What is it, Raven?" said Pracid, chucklling every couple of seconds.
"Sir, I need to speak to you."
"Speak then, we shall all hear." By this time, they were all drunk, including Dreyas.
"Sir, I need to speak to you in private."
Everyone stopped.
"What?! Is it my mother? Did she send that cake yet?" They all broke out into a giddy laughter.
"No Sir, it is from the Capitol." said Raven000001 sternly.
"Fine, Fine, I'll come." Pracid turned to Dreyas. "Dreyas, entertain our guests while I am gone, please?"
"Sure." said Dreyas, not even realizing the importance of the message.
Pracid, held by Raven000001 walked into another room and the doors sealed.
Ceel chucklled in a high pitch.
"He He. Messa want a story to be told. Dreyas, tell messa a good story."
"Alright, let me tell a story of a droid from a planet far, far, away called planet Rova." said Dreyas as he pointed to the outside sky.
"Ohh! Messa never heard of thatsa planet!"
"Good. That shall make it more interesting."
"Oh waits! Messa guessing ....." He paused. "the droid is yousa! Is messa right?" Ceel was pointing at the bounty hunter.
"Very good, General Ceel, sir."
"Tell messa the story, then!" said Ceel impatiently as other Gungans cheered for a story.
"Alright. I will tell the story." said Dreyas as he sat back.
The story went like this:
In the beginning, on the Planet Rova, there was a cyborg named Dreyas. He was the creation of a group of scientists which tried to create the ultimate fighting machine. The only problem was that Dreyas had feelings such a regular person. Tragic events occurred during the battle against a neighboring galaxy, Panu. Panu's leader, Taune, was a savage ruler. He lived for war. Taune decieded to declare war on Rova. Rova had been a peaceful nation until that fateful day. It was late in May, the spring equinox was apon us when a fleet of Panuan Escorts came in a horizantal formation. Although Rova was peaceful, they had good defense. The small ships were no match for our many battlestations posted outside the limits of Planet Rova. The Escorts were destroyed and we celebrated only to realize that was not the attacking force. After the Escorts vanished, 1000 Cruisers and Destroyers appeared. Behind them were Light Cruisers carring Space Yard Ships. We were doomed from the beginning. The battle carried on for three years, until finally Rova's leader couldn't take the bloodshed any longer. He committed suicide and the scienctists that created Dreyas took over. They sent thier fleets of omega class A droids out. Dreyas was an alpha class A. The omegas ran scared after seeing the mission would end in thier destruction. Alphas were the only thing left. Dreyas left for war on May 23, 3040. Dreyas carried with him only pictures of his foster family and a radio carrier connected to his friend and ally, Private Mayer, who eventually became Master of the fleet in the years to come. Dreyas fought well, better than any other droid. The Alpha team appeared as though they would be a success. They were defeating the army very quickly. The battle appeared won. Taune was not finsihed, not this early. Taune sent his personal assassins in to kill the leaders of Rova. Dreyas as well as the others could sense this. They returned to find thier creators dead. Dreyas suddenly recieved a flash with a picture of his foster family with blood on it. He knew something was wrong that moment. Dreyas returned to his foster family. They were in the bomb shelter. They had taken cover that morning like he asked. They died that afternoon. Dreyas became very angry. He swore vengence on Taune whether it was the last thing he did or not. Dreyas radioed the other Alpha Class from the Capitol. There was no answer. Dreyas entered his ship his foster parents owned that was his as soon as he needed it. Dreyas entered the ship and the jet packs become enabled with full blast. The ship lands at the foot of the Capitol building. It is beginning to rain hard on the stone steps. Scattered robot parts lay everywhere around the railing and steps. Dreyas knew something was wrong. He enters the dark building. A blaster shot at him. He dodged it quickly and waited to return fire. A small battle droid like those from Federation came out on a strange small ship. Dreyas knelt down and did a doubleflip to land on the droid. He grabbed the droid by the neck and pulled the head off, throwing the deformed "skull" down onto the ground below. The ship began to rise as it headed straight for a large skyscraper. Dreyas jumpped off and turns back, seeing the ship explode into the plutonium windows. He lands with a thud and notices some scraps on his suit. "Dang! I just got a new paint job, too" said Dreyas. He picked himself up and jogged into the building again, this time arming himself with a small dagger his friend Mayer gave him. He hoped Mayer was okay. They had met in the military academy. He ran inside and turned on his armlight. The light revealed his troops scattered around like junk from the waste dump. He picked up his best ally's chest plate. It read "Alpha Class A: Hertu Frengo." Dreyas began to almost cry. He had tried to protect them as well as he could. Now that his family, leaders, and troops were dead, he was the only one left, except for his old friend, Mayer. Mayer had been sent to the other side of the planet in the desert center to protect the west side of the planet. Taune had incensed Dreyas into the worst rage he had ever felt. His cyclops eye began to gain glow and now it was almost burning. He decieded his best shot was to call Mayer and ask for his help if he as well wasn't already dead too. Dreyas entered the ship and flew off again. He traveled far over the scarred ground and saw death everywhere. It took three hours to travel to Mayer's station. Mayer was assigning commands to his underclassmen. Mayer waved at Dreyas as he landed the ship.
"Have you news of the Capitol, Dreyas?" asked Mayer.
"Yes, I have bad news. The Alpha and Omega classes are destroyed." replied Dreyas.
"What? That is awfull! How is your family?"
"They too are vanished."
"Great Gosh!" said Mayer as he placed a hand on his chest.
"I have come to ask you to have me travel with me to a safe place where groups of Sith, Jedi, and others can communicate in a protected station. The station has a space field around it and can be relocated to resemble any place possible." said Dreyas offering Mayer a hand.
"I am sorry, Dreyas. I cannot leave my troops." He paused "Wait!, before you leave take this!" Mayer handed Dreyas a bag. "It is 1000 silver pieces. I know those aren't real credits, but they will get you what you need hopefully."
"Thank You, good friend." Dreyas cringed the bag tightly and placed it in a sidepocket.
"Take care, do not get into trouble."
Dreyas smiled. "It is funny you say that. I think I wish to become a bounty hunter."
"You're kidding?! It does not matter. Be safe Dreyas. Think not of me. My fate is to stay here and fight to the end."
"I trust you will make the right decision." said Dreyas as he shaked Mayer's hand. "If you wish to call me, you can reach me via Ship Access Messaging. Other than that, I believe I wish to go to enter a different life. Please follow when the war is over. This place is evil. The battles are deadly and vile plauges surround us."
"I will comrad."
Dreyas walked to his ship once more and pushed the button of the release door. The door moved slowly open and Dreyas stepped in. He peered out and looked once more at his friend. "Goodbye comrad!" The door closed behind him. The ship took off into the deep space. Dreyas knew it would be years before he saw another life form. He pondered of becoming a Bounty Hunter. As he entered inner space, leaving the atmosphere of the planet, He heard a loud explosion. He turned back in his seat to look out the rear window. Rova was demolished before his eyes. The entire planet was turned to dust. Dreyas screamed. Tears ran down his metal face at the sight of his home planet destroyed just like the rest of his life. "Now what? What do I now?" he asked himself. "I know what I will do. I will avenge all who perished. The only way to do so is to track Taune down and cut his retilian throat!" The ship zoomed away toward the Roleplaying Station.
By the end of the story, the Gungans were so into it, they were falling off thier seats. "Well, messa wanna know what happened!" demand Ceel.
"I simply stopped at Tatoonie and met Pracid and signed up." said Dreyas lightly.
"What happened to thatsa meany Taune?" said a Gungan in the back. They are started talking.
"Taune is still on Panu and is very far from here. It took many years to reach this part of the galaxy." Dreyas continued telling his story.
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Raven000001 put Pracid in a chair. "I have very disturbing news from the capitol, sir."
"Yes....you told you. Is it more important than Ceel's acomplishment? Well?"
Raven000001 pressed his lips together. "Yes, I'm afraid it is. It is a message from Grand Admiral Lyle." Pracid sat with a confused look on his face. "It's about Darth Turbogeek." Pracid was shocked.
"What happened?" said Pracid seriously.
"He......he...went to Rama's Bar and wiped out a bunch of Sith in a Dark Jedi rage!"
Pracid fell back into his chair. "My God...."
"That is not all."
"What, more?"
Raven000001 picked up the message tablet slowly.
"The Son of Turbogeek sent him a message to help him."
"A son?!" Pracid said quickly.
"Yes, his son is your bounty."
"Buisness is buisness and friends are friends, that means nothing."
"Once more, he took Shay with him off on a ship and both are missing, supposedly dead."
Pracid could not say anything.
They walked back into the meeting room.
"So, tell messa more of Rova!" said Ceel.
"I'm afraid those stories will have to wait, Dreyas. Some important news has come from the Capitol." Pracid turned to Ceel. "I am sorry, but I will have to ask you to leave."
"Messa not abandon no friends! Messa follow!" said Ceel with his arms crossed.
"Very well. We must leave this moment, though."
"Trip, what is it?" said a bounty hunter.
"Yes, Pracid, what is the matter?" said Dreyas.
"I will discuss that once we get in the ship." said Pracid as he did an about-face and walked to the docks.
The entire group got up and followed.
"Pracid, wait!" said Dreyas.
Pracid looked at him.
"Tell me the man."
"The man? The man was Master Mayer, your old friend."
Dreyas stood in the hallway silent and not moving.
Gungans and hunters passed him quickly. He soon learned now was not the time. He shook his head and concealed his tears as he entered the ship and walked to his private quarters.
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Night fell and the storms had quietted so it was possible to hear the whistling of the wind through the gates outside. The stars were visible and there was alot of commotion everywhere. Through the Guild, many hunters not known by name sat around a small marble block shaped in a circle. They appeared to be telling stories of past bounties.
Dreyas and Pracid sat at the Guild's Cantina drinking thier favorite drinks and discussed what happended that day, including the newly learned of species, the Vo-Go's.
"This new reptile-creature...has it any weakness you know of?" said Dreyas.
"None that I know of" said Pracid. He picked up his glass to his mouth, tilted his head up, and drank.
He slammed his glass when he was done. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Nothing like a home blend, my friend."
"Yes, well, I am very suited with my glass of gasoline." Dreyas took a small sip and lights on him started glowing brighter
Pracid chuckled. "Then I suppose you do."
"Tell me, Pracid, on what means did you encounter the beings?"
"I stated that I followed our bounty and came apon them."
"Please tell of the truth, Trip." said Dreyas as he put down his drink.
"I tell of it." said Pracid monotoniously.
"Liar." stated Dreyas as he rammed his fist into the table.
"Temper Temper, Dreyas. Remember last time what that caused." Pracid sighed.
"Tell me now! I know you a liar. Such a hunter would not "follow" his prey. You are the type that track them down and then watch your back in the process." Dreyas said as he moved his upper body closer to Pracid.
"@#%# it! Why don't you trust me large droid? Tell me this instant what I have done to recieve such treatment!" said Pracid as he threw his glass down on the ground and got up to begin pacing the hallway.
"Notify me of your true cause of tracking him. I ask no more."
Pracid breathed heavily. He closed his eyes as he began to speak. "I got a transmission last week from an unknown source." Dreyas sat listening closely. "The message stated track the traitor and you will recieve a lump sum of 35,000 credits and a new blaster on the next rotation. You know I can't pass up a deal like that..."
Dreyas cut him off. "And get your butt in so much trouble?! That's not like you." Dreyas stood up as he said this and then sat back down. "Did you recieve the goods at least?"
"Yes, but not the way I wanted. On the planet I found a man dead, probably from those awful beasts. He had a pouch which contained 35,000 credits and clutched a blaster stiff from death.
"Who was this man? I demand answers to this!" Dreyas yelled.
"Stupid Hunters! Shut your mouths so others can enjoy life!" said a voice from outside.
"Who speaks? Speak yet again!" said Dreyas
A small figure entered no bigger than Pracid's rifle. It was a pink/purple color with huge eyes and very large feet. He was wearing a pilot helmet for a podracer and was escorted by two very attractive native women. "My name is Auriga. I have lived here ever since retiring from the Sith as a warrior, though I have considered moving back."
"What trade are you, then?" said Pracid, forgeting the earlier argument.
"No matter...that matter comes in you two keeping it down. Me and my ladies would like an enjoyable time tonight, you see?"
"I see. How 'bout you get your little butt out of our buisness or I'll have to slice it off with my lightsaber." barked Pracid.
Auriga jumpped up on Pracid with his huge feet and pulled out a small gun, aiming it at Pracid's juggular with his skinny arm.
Dreyas ran to throw the little midget off Pracid.
"*&%^@! Get this little !@%$#^%er off me!"
"Not one move, robot, or your bounty hunter gets it where he'll never drink again."
"Never drink again? %!@ that." said Pracid.
"You keep quiet, too" barked back Auriga as he pushed the gun furthur into Pracid's throat.
"Hey, little guy.....you want a drink or something?" said Dreyas calmly.
"Fool, I need no drink!" said Auriga as he turned to Dreyas.
Pracid caught Auriga off guard and grabbed his skinny arm, throwning it back. Auriga let go of the gun and it fell into Dreyas's hands. Pracid punched the small creature in the nose and it flew back, landing in a pile of beer bottles. A cheer from the meeting room came through the doorway. "Get the %$#!@ of here, you little %@$#%@$!" said Pracid as he jumped up, igniting his saber. Auriga got up, looked at the mad Pracid, swinging his lightsaber around, and got up and ran out the door, leaving his escorts. The women soon followed after realizing Pracid wasn't going to stop. They heard Auriga yelling off in the distance until the chatter of the partiers outside covered them up. "Now then!" said Pracid as he walked over to the wine cabinet. "Where were we, then?"
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Dreyas and Pracid continued to sit at the bar.
"I believe we were discussing the Vo-Go's and what happened when you went thier." said Dreyas, holding a mugg of oil.
Pracid finished his third glass of wiskey that night. "Oh yes, ..." He paused for a few minutes, starring off through the window, pondering of the star systems out there. Although he appeared nothing but a brute, he was truly a sensitive figure, though he never admitted it.
"...the man?" edged Dreyas.
"Huh?" Pracid returned to reality. "Well, the man in question was wearing the pouch and the blaster."
"Yes, you said that already, you were about to say who it was" said Dreyas anxiouslly.
"Sorry about that, the drinks are getting to me. The man in question, oh gosh!"
"What?"
"I fear I cannot say the name as it would be too shocking to you and much too upsetting."
"State it now, Pracid!" stammered Dreyas.
He paused once more. "Alright, I will tell you. The man in question is none other than..."
Before he could finish a large noise over all the other noise was heard. It seemed to sound alot like those things Dreyas saw once on Naboo. The Gungans they were. Many of them, in fact. They were hooting and howlaring.
"What is all this, I say?" said Dreyas. Both of them were getting extremely angry over all the interuptions.
Thier leader, General Ceel came out amoung the group.
"Ceel! Good friend! It has been ages! Please make yourselves comfortable." said Pracid surprisedly.
"You know these beings?" said Dreyas suspciously.
"Do not be wary of them, they can be trusted." said Pracid happily, though not looking at Dreyas.
"Okay, if you say so." said Dreyas.
The group of Gungans and a few Bounty Hunters sat around a motley colored, carpeted, round table.
"Pracid, yoursa choice of funitures never ceasesa to amaze messa." said Ceel as he looked around the guild.
"Thank you, Ceel. I must say this is not actually going to be our headquaters for long." said Pracid as Raven000001 passed out drinks to all that entered.
"Reallys?" said General Ceel. "Messa intrigued. Tell messa more." He placed an arm on the table and became absorbed by Pracid as he told of the colossal project of making a hq on a moon of Naboo. Dreyas looked at all the new faces and wondered what kind of abilities they must have.
"Wells, messa got soooooo wrapped up in yousa story that messa forgot to tell yousa the good news!" said Ceel studderly, as he was becoming drunk.
"Coming under so soon, Ceel?" said Pracid as sober as possible.
"Stop that. Messa gotta tell you the good news!"
"Well, tell us then!" said Pracid as he picked up a cup and drank another bit of his brandy.
"Well, messa and the rest of thosa Gungans were walking around Tatooine and wessa came upon these three lizard thinsa!"
"You must be kidding." said Raven000001 as he came back in, hearing the last bit of the sentence.
"Nos. Why yousa say that?" said Ceel puzzled.
"Friend, the wine must be getting to you, that or you have been saved by the grace of God!" said Pracid.
"Nos. Lets me finish. Thosa nasty lizards try to fight us and messa had a bomba..."
"Messa had the bomba, General Ceel." said another Gungan.
"Whatever. Anyways, messa said steps back or messa give you the bomba and thosa lizards laugh at messa and then messa threw a bomba at one and it went combluey and messa fell down. When messa got up, theysa was only two of them lizards still standing." said Ceel as he dramatacised the event with his fat arms.
"Then what?" said Raven000001, as he had forgotten his chore and sat down beside Pracid.
"Thens, messa laughed and themsa runs away!"
"That is wonderful, Ceel! Are you sure they were the Vo-Go's?" said Pracid.
"Absolutalies! That's a bomba for yousa!" said another Gungan.
"This news is incredible! It might be the solution for ridding this world of those vile minions. You maybe famous." said Pracid as he stood up and began to get louder.
"Messa guess so." said Ceel as he picked up his arms and dropped them as they made a slush sound.
Raven000001 suddenly was called into the lobby by another hunter.
The discussion continued for another couple of minutes.
Raven000001 came back with almost no emotion and walked to Pracid. They all began laughing about a non-related story that Ceel and Pracid shared. "Sir," said Raven000001 as he tugged at his armor. "Sir!,"
"What is it, Raven?" said Pracid, chucklling every couple of seconds.
"Sir, I need to speak to you."
"Speak then, we shall all hear." By this time, they were all drunk, including Dreyas.
"Sir, I need to speak to you in private."
Everyone stopped.
"What?! Is it my mother? Did she send that cake yet?" They all broke out into a giddy laughter.
"No Sir, it is from the Capitol." said Raven000001 sternly.
"Fine, Fine, I'll come." Pracid turned to Dreyas. "Dreyas, entertain our guests while I am gone, please?"
"Sure." said Dreyas, not even realizing the importance of the message.
Pracid, held by Raven000001 walked into another room and the doors sealed.
Ceel chucklled in a high pitch.
"He He. Messa want a story to be told. Dreyas, tell messa a good story."
"Alright, let me tell a story of a droid from a planet far, far, away called planet Rova." said Dreyas as he pointed to the outside sky.
"Ohh! Messa never heard of thatsa planet!"
"Good. That shall make it more interesting."
"Oh waits! Messa guessing ....." He paused. "the droid is yousa! Is messa right?" Ceel was pointing at the bounty hunter.
"Very good, General Ceel, sir."
"Tell messa the story, then!" said Ceel impatiently as other Gungans cheered for a story.
"Alright. I will tell the story." said Dreyas as he sat back.
The story went like this:
In the beginning, on the Planet Rova, there was a cyborg named Dreyas. He was the creation of a group of scientists which tried to create the ultimate fighting machine. The only problem was that Dreyas had feelings such a regular person. Tragic events occurred during the battle against a neighboring galaxy, Panu. Panu's leader, Taune, was a savage ruler. He lived for war. Taune decieded to declare war on Rova. Rova had been a peaceful nation until that fateful day. It was late in May, the spring equinox was apon us when a fleet of Panuan Escorts came in a horizantal formation. Although Rova was peaceful, they had good defense. The small ships were no match for our many battlestations posted outside the limits of Planet Rova. The Escorts were destroyed and we celebrated only to realize that was not the attacking force. After the Escorts vanished, 1000 Cruisers and Destroyers appeared. Behind them were Light Cruisers carring Space Yard Ships. We were doomed from the beginning. The battle carried on for three years, until finally Rova's leader couldn't take the bloodshed any longer. He committed suicide and the scienctists that created Dreyas took over. They sent thier fleets of omega class A droids out. Dreyas was an alpha class A. The omegas ran scared after seeing the mission would end in thier destruction. Alphas were the only thing left. Dreyas left for war on May 23, 3040. Dreyas carried with him only pictures of his foster family and a radio carrier connected to his friend and ally, Private Mayer, who eventually became Master of the fleet in the years to come. Dreyas fought well, better than any other droid. The Alpha team appeared as though they would be a success. They were defeating the army very quickly. The battle appeared won. Taune was not finsihed, not this early. Taune sent his personal assassins in to kill the leaders of Rova. Dreyas as well as the others could sense this. They returned to find thier creators dead. Dreyas suddenly recieved a flash with a picture of his foster family with blood on it. He knew something was wrong that moment. Dreyas returned to his foster family. They were in the bomb shelter. They had taken cover that morning like he asked. They died that afternoon. Dreyas became very angry. He swore vengence on Taune whether it was the last thing he did or not. Dreyas radioed the other Alpha Class from the Capitol. There was no answer. Dreyas entered his ship his foster parents owned that was his as soon as he needed it. Dreyas entered the ship and the jet packs become enabled with full blast. The ship lands at the foot of the Capitol building. It is beginning to rain hard on the stone steps. Scattered robot parts lay everywhere around the railing and steps. Dreyas knew something was wrong. He enters the dark building. A blaster shot at him. He dodged it quickly and waited to return fire. A small battle droid like those from Federation came out on a strange small ship. Dreyas knelt down and did a doubleflip to land on the droid. He grabbed the droid by the neck and pulled the head off, throwing the deformed "skull" down onto the ground below. The ship began to rise as it headed straight for a large skyscraper. Dreyas jumpped off and turns back, seeing the ship explode into the plutonium windows. He lands with a thud and notices some scraps on his suit. "Dang! I just got a new paint job, too" said Dreyas. He picked himself up and jogged into the building again, this time arming himself with a small dagger his friend Mayer gave him. He hoped Mayer was okay. They had met in the military academy. He ran inside and turned on his armlight. The light revealed his troops scattered around like junk from the waste dump. He picked up his best ally's chest plate. It read "Alpha Class A: Hertu Frengo." Dreyas began to almost cry. He had tried to protect them as well as he could. Now that his family, leaders, and troops were dead, he was the only one left, except for his old friend, Mayer. Mayer had been sent to the other side of the planet in the desert center to protect the west side of the planet. Taune had incensed Dreyas into the worst rage he had ever felt. His cyclops eye began to gain glow and now it was almost burning. He decieded his best shot was to call Mayer and ask for his help if he as well wasn't already dead too. Dreyas entered the ship and flew off again. He traveled far over the scarred ground and saw death everywhere. It took three hours to travel to Mayer's station. Mayer was assigning commands to his underclassmen. Mayer waved at Dreyas as he landed the ship.
"Have you news of the Capitol, Dreyas?" asked Mayer.
"Yes, I have bad news. The Alpha and Omega classes are destroyed." replied Dreyas.
"What? That is awfull! How is your family?"
"They too are vanished."
"Great Gosh!" said Mayer as he placed a hand on his chest.
"I have come to ask you to have me travel with me to a safe place where groups of Sith, Jedi, and others can communicate in a protected station. The station has a space field around it and can be relocated to resemble any place possible." said Dreyas offering Mayer a hand.
"I am sorry, Dreyas. I cannot leave my troops." He paused "Wait!, before you leave take this!" Mayer handed Dreyas a bag. "It is 1000 silver pieces. I know those aren't real credits, but they will get you what you need hopefully."
"Thank You, good friend." Dreyas cringed the bag tightly and placed it in a sidepocket.
"Take care, do not get into trouble."
Dreyas smiled. "It is funny you say that. I think I wish to become a bounty hunter."
"You're kidding?! It does not matter. Be safe Dreyas. Think not of me. My fate is to stay here and fight to the end."
"I trust you will make the right decision." said Dreyas as he shaked Mayer's hand. "If you wish to call me, you can reach me via Ship Access Messaging. Other than that, I believe I wish to go to enter a different life. Please follow when the war is over. This place is evil. The battles are deadly and vile plauges surround us."
"I will comrad."
Dreyas walked to his ship once more and pushed the button of the release door. The door moved slowly open and Dreyas stepped in. He peered out and looked once more at his friend. "Goodbye comrad!" The door closed behind him. The ship took off into the deep space. Dreyas knew it would be years before he saw another life form. He pondered of becoming a Bounty Hunter. As he entered inner space, leaving the atmosphere of the planet, He heard a loud explosion. He turned back in his seat to look out the rear window. Rova was demolished before his eyes. The entire planet was turned to dust. Dreyas screamed. Tears ran down his metal face at the sight of his home planet destroyed just like the rest of his life. "Now what? What do I now?" he asked himself. "I know what I will do. I will avenge all who perished. The only way to do so is to track Taune down and cut his retilian throat!" The ship zoomed away toward the Roleplaying Station.
By the end of the story, the Gungans were so into it, they were falling off thier seats. "Well, messa wanna know what happened!" demand Ceel.
"I simply stopped at Tatoonie and met Pracid and signed up." said Dreyas lightly.
"What happened to thatsa meany Taune?" said a Gungan in the back. They are started talking.
"Taune is still on Panu and is very far from here. It took many years to reach this part of the galaxy." Dreyas continued telling his story.
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Raven000001 put Pracid in a chair. "I have very disturbing news from the capitol, sir."
"Yes....you told you. Is it more important than Ceel's acomplishment? Well?"
Raven000001 pressed his lips together. "Yes, I'm afraid it is. It is a message from Grand Admiral Lyle." Pracid sat with a confused look on his face. "It's about Darth Turbogeek." Pracid was shocked.
"What happened?" said Pracid seriously.
"He......he...went to Rama's Bar and wiped out a bunch of Sith in a Dark Jedi rage!"
Pracid fell back into his chair. "My God...."
"That is not all."
"What, more?"
Raven000001 picked up the message tablet slowly.
"The Son of Turbogeek sent him a message to help him."
"A son?!" Pracid said quickly.
"Yes, his son is your bounty."
"Buisness is buisness and friends are friends, that means nothing."
"Once more, he took Shay with him off on a ship and both are missing, supposedly dead."
Pracid could not say anything.
They walked back into the meeting room.
"So, tell messa more of Rova!" said Ceel.
"I'm afraid those stories will have to wait, Dreyas. Some important news has come from the Capitol." Pracid turned to Ceel. "I am sorry, but I will have to ask you to leave."
"Messa not abandon no friends! Messa follow!" said Ceel with his arms crossed.
"Very well. We must leave this moment, though."
"Trip, what is it?" said a bounty hunter.
"Yes, Pracid, what is the matter?" said Dreyas.
"I will discuss that once we get in the ship." said Pracid as he did an about-face and walked to the docks.
The entire group got up and followed.
"Pracid, wait!" said Dreyas.
Pracid looked at him.
"Tell me the man."
"The man? The man was Master Mayer, your old friend."
Dreyas stood in the hallway silent and not moving.
Gungans and hunters passed him quickly. He soon learned now was not the time. He shook his head and concealed his tears as he entered the ship and walked to his private quarters.
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END OF SECTION DONE BY DREYAS
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