Vyndim
02-25-2003, 05:16 AM
<span style="color:000070">Well, I feel the urge to release my creative juices once again so here it is. A singular story/fanfic. I will attempt to keep it updated at least weekly. Feedback is appreciated, feel free to comment.
Prologue
Basta Chu looked out the view port of his private cruiser. Numerous distant stars and planets bombarded the tiny porthole. He ran his hand through his slicked back graying hair. He began to notice his reflection in the view port, the lights behind him illuminating his face against the clear window. He breathed a heavy sigh. Most would say he had aged well for a human, reaching 56 standard years so far, in fact, most would still consider him quite handsome. He kept his beard neatly trimmed, his hair always tightly combed back, and he carried with him the obligatory air of superiority that so many business men strived for. His carved chin and narrow features seemed to highlight this as well.
Turning from the view port he walked over his private work quarters once more. The desk, sitting in the very center of the room, was an antique and a rarity in itself. Carved from the wood of some native plant, of which the name Basta had long forgotten, but nonetheless it was definitely worth a second look. He had even taken the extremity of having a deep brown fabric implanted onto the floor to soften his footsteps while he worked within. Against the far wall, opposite the door, rested a shelf with various memorabilia, trophies, awards, however it was completely devoid of any family relics. The small comm. system on his desk began to blink, indicating an incoming message. Reaching over and pressing a small button on a gold panel resting on his desk, he activated the comm. unit and a small vid-screen unfolded opposite the end of his chair.
Within the view screen, the face of a young pilot, whose name Basta also couldn’t remember, appeared. “Mister Basta, sir, we are reaching the Lateu system. It should only be another standard hour before we arrive on Lateu II. Shall I make the arrangements to have a welcome for you at that time.”
Waving apathetically, Basta said with his gruff voice, “Certainly, of course, of course. And make sure Doctor, err, what his name again? Valshoon? Valtzoon?” Shaking his head, he continued. “No, no, it doesn’t matter. You know who I mean, make sure he’s there to meet me. I don’t want to waste anytime once we arrive.”
“Very good sir, I will make the arrangements right away.” The vid-screen communication ended and the screen retracted.
Returning to the view port once again, Basta Chu continued to gaze about the stars.
An hour later, the ship approached the little dust ball of a planet known as Lateu II. A small humble planet, Lateu boasted no huge trading ports, no large mineral deposits, and had all but a meager population of mixed races, as it was home world to none, but refuge to many. The planet sat at the edge of the galaxy, in the small Lateu system and was the only one to be inhabited. The workings of Coruscant, the creation of the new Jedi Academy, even the coming of the Vong were all distant whispers to the inhabitants of Lateu II.
The ship entered the dusty atmosphere, traveled along the surface briefly before reaching one of the largest “cities” on the planet, Nes’Abin. Nes’Abin was actually nothing more than a large collection of mud colored buildings, rusted durasteel warehouses, and various living quarters. The ship settled down in the one of the hangars, in which several beings awaited patiently for the crew of the ship.</span>
Prologue
Basta Chu looked out the view port of his private cruiser. Numerous distant stars and planets bombarded the tiny porthole. He ran his hand through his slicked back graying hair. He began to notice his reflection in the view port, the lights behind him illuminating his face against the clear window. He breathed a heavy sigh. Most would say he had aged well for a human, reaching 56 standard years so far, in fact, most would still consider him quite handsome. He kept his beard neatly trimmed, his hair always tightly combed back, and he carried with him the obligatory air of superiority that so many business men strived for. His carved chin and narrow features seemed to highlight this as well.
Turning from the view port he walked over his private work quarters once more. The desk, sitting in the very center of the room, was an antique and a rarity in itself. Carved from the wood of some native plant, of which the name Basta had long forgotten, but nonetheless it was definitely worth a second look. He had even taken the extremity of having a deep brown fabric implanted onto the floor to soften his footsteps while he worked within. Against the far wall, opposite the door, rested a shelf with various memorabilia, trophies, awards, however it was completely devoid of any family relics. The small comm. system on his desk began to blink, indicating an incoming message. Reaching over and pressing a small button on a gold panel resting on his desk, he activated the comm. unit and a small vid-screen unfolded opposite the end of his chair.
Within the view screen, the face of a young pilot, whose name Basta also couldn’t remember, appeared. “Mister Basta, sir, we are reaching the Lateu system. It should only be another standard hour before we arrive on Lateu II. Shall I make the arrangements to have a welcome for you at that time.”
Waving apathetically, Basta said with his gruff voice, “Certainly, of course, of course. And make sure Doctor, err, what his name again? Valshoon? Valtzoon?” Shaking his head, he continued. “No, no, it doesn’t matter. You know who I mean, make sure he’s there to meet me. I don’t want to waste anytime once we arrive.”
“Very good sir, I will make the arrangements right away.” The vid-screen communication ended and the screen retracted.
Returning to the view port once again, Basta Chu continued to gaze about the stars.
An hour later, the ship approached the little dust ball of a planet known as Lateu II. A small humble planet, Lateu boasted no huge trading ports, no large mineral deposits, and had all but a meager population of mixed races, as it was home world to none, but refuge to many. The planet sat at the edge of the galaxy, in the small Lateu system and was the only one to be inhabited. The workings of Coruscant, the creation of the new Jedi Academy, even the coming of the Vong were all distant whispers to the inhabitants of Lateu II.
The ship entered the dusty atmosphere, traveled along the surface briefly before reaching one of the largest “cities” on the planet, Nes’Abin. Nes’Abin was actually nothing more than a large collection of mud colored buildings, rusted durasteel warehouses, and various living quarters. The ship settled down in the one of the hangars, in which several beings awaited patiently for the crew of the ship.</span>