This Is How It Really Happenned
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  • Reads 143
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 2
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Nov 25, 2018
Borz is a grey Jedi that will destroy anything and everything that off sets the balance of the force. She's a Twi'lek making pay off of fixing and flying ships. Often takes part in missions in taking down Sith and Jedi. Her buddy Di Hoddren is an Amaran that hasn't left her side since they met on Naboo. On their latest mission Borz is sent to take down General Krell. 

Getting the last of the supplies on the ship the hangar lights up with blasts from attacking droids. 

"Di!" I say as I see him standing in open fire. He ducks in time and scurries over to me. I stand and block all oncoming fire with my yellow lightsaber. Di held onto my black cloak as I flung myself over this armored bounty hunter blocking all the fire.

"Get in!"
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