Wrath of Trandosha

Chapter 1 - Wasskah

Valon Solari arose from his bed, staring at his mirror intensely, his eyes fixed on themselves. His eyes were green as the forests of Endor, the detail inside them was like a solar flare. He was young. It was his sixteenth birthday a few months back, Valon brushed back his hazel hair, placing it in a tight knot at the back. Much like his former master once did.

Valon knelt down on the cold floor of his quarters, within the belly of the ship and closed his eyes. He sensed something, something overbearing, evil, twisted. The force flowed through his body like a winding river. He was a Jedi.

Out of the giant expanse of space, came a star destroyer which towered over Valons craft. The Vessels shadow stroked one of the four moons of this system, Valon could sense it's canon charging and aiming at him with vicious intent.

Valon sprinted to the cockpit where Captain Rico Tarn prepared for evasive maneuvers. He was a young but skilled andrennian, who's abilities as a pilot had aided not only Valon but the rebel alliance.

Rico's four arms, raced across the control panels, drastically attempting to out maneuver the countless barrages of imperial cannon fire. Rico swung the ship to the right, barrel rolling down then up again to dodge the green laser that narrowly missed them.

"Rico we have to charge them!" Valon exclaimed over the many beeps and flashing lights of the cockpit.

"No way that's suicide" Rico replied.

"If you can get me close enough to take out that tractor beam we'll be able to escape using the hyperdrive!" Valon stressed.

"OK! Cover me with the overhead gun I'll get you there" Rico agreed but with mostly uncertainty.

The ship flew towards the Star destroyer with astounding speed. Weaving right to left, left to right to avoid the heavy enemy fire. The Empire knew the precious cargo they carried and would kill the rebels.

The Ship approached the under belly of the imperial destroyer, Rico steadied the ship, Valon manned the gun and Leon Ventury, the other crew member and weapons specialist guarded the precious cargo. Several enemy fighters approached, the turret rotated to match the tie fighters, Valon fired the heavy cannon with practiced ease. Clipping the wing of one fighter, forcing it to spin out of control and collide with another. The explosion sent debris everywhere, the shock wave passing through Valon's chest. He had become very familiar with fighting ship to ship but longed for the days of lightsaber duels. 

"Valon this is your chance!" Rico called from the cockpit. Valon's heart raced. He knew he only had one chance at this so he made it count.

Closing his eyes and focusing on the large tractor beam. He aimed but the ship shuddered, forcing his shot to narrowly miss but instead evaporate some place in the distance. The Imperials had trapped them in the tractor beam. Valon knew this was now or nothing he aimed the canon one last time, breathing in heavily and on the outward breath firing at the dome like object. The laser scorched from the beam to the hull, ripping it in half.

"We're free" cried Rico.

"Punch it Rico" shouted Valon. The ship began to build with energy followed by the powerful acceleration that made the stars elongate and blue away into nothing as they had countless times before when the hyperspace engine was engaged.

Valon climbed down the ladder of the right overhead turret, Rico was standing in the mess hall, waiting for him. They rejoiced, Rico's four arms reached around Valon.

"Nice flying Rico, that was a close one" Valon said with gratitude.

"It wasn't the first time and it won't be the last" Rico laughed.