Back Stage

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Back Stage

This is the story of a stand up commedian at the Hyper Spacer Comedy Club. The comedy club is a front for a spice dealing organization, which ends up being a front for the Peace Brigade. Mak Sturro is the commedian and he only works at the club without selling them out because the owner, a rodian named Ighgi, gives him free spice!

I've only written one chapter but i plan to write more!

Here are the three characters you will meet in Chapter 1

Mak Sturro- Comedian, captain of Random Thought (Human male)
Ighgi-owner of Hyper Spacer Comedy Club, spice dealer (Rodian Male)
Nita Korrel- Spice smuggler (Human Female)

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Chapter 1

The crowd burst with laughter and rose to their feet in applause. Ighgi’s lovin’ me now, ain’t he, Mak Sturro thought to himself. “Thank you! You’ve been great,” he told the crowd. “I’m here, well, I’m here pretty much all the time! Come on back to the Hyper Spacer!”
Mak turned and started to walk off-stage when the sound of blaster fire turned the crowd’s laughter and applause to screams of terror. Then there was the snap-hiss of a lightsaber. “What the..?” Mak turned around to see a Jedi flee from the comedy club, followed by a band of armed men firing after him. The place was amuck with confusion.
Ighgi, the Rodian owner of the Hyper Spacer, came on stage. “Would every one please calm down. Calm down please, the situation is under control.” Ighgi green skin seemed a little paler than normal, but you couldn’t tell by his voice. Mak had known the Rodian for years, and he knew something was up.
A few minutes later the crowd was again calm, and felt safe leaving the club to go back to their homes. Back stage many others seemed as confused and angry as Mak was. “Ighgi, what the sith is goin’ on?”
“Calm down, Mak,” the Rodian said. “I’m about to explain that to everyone. If you would please have a seat.” Ighgi motioned towards a row of empty chairs. Mak sat down. People were starting to do the same when Ighgi made his way up front.
From behind him a female voice addressed Mak. “Is this seat taken?” a slim dark-haired woman asked.
“Nita?”
“That’s right. I made it back safe again.” Nita Korrel was a spice smuggler that worked for Ighgi. The Hyper Spacer Comedy Club was just a front for the spice dealer. Mak knew that and only agreed to keep that secret safe because Ighgi offered him free spice.
“Sure, go ahead sit down,” Mak fumbled slightly as the beautiful woman smoothly slipped into the seat next to him. “So what were you smugglin’? Glit?”
“No, only Ryll this time.”
“Only? Ryll is still pretty dangerous, and very illegal.”
“It’s nothin’ compared to Glit.”
Everyone was beginning to settle into their seats and a dull conversational roar had overtaken the small back stage room. From the front Ighgi began to speak. “If everyone could quiet down, we could begin, thank you.” The roar died off. “Thank you. You all probably noticed the little fire-fight that happened at the end of Mak’s wonderful performance,” the Rodian nodded to Mak. Mak returned the nod. “And I’m sure you are all wanting an explanation as to why we were so desperate to catch that Jedi in our midst. Some of you probably already know, but this was kept on a need-to-know basis, and most of you didn’t need to know. Anyways,…” A beep sounded from Ighgi’s comlink. “Pardon me for a second, please.” The Rodian turned around and started talking into his comlink.
Mak turned to Nita. “Did you know?”
Before Nita could answer, Ighgi let out an angry, “Sithspit!” All attention was back on him. The green-skinned alien turned back to his employees. “Well, it turns out we are probably going to be in a lot more trouble.”
“Well, good thing I’m going on vacation next week,” Mak piped up. The crowd got a laugh out of this. “No really I am.”
“You were, Mak, but I’m afraid we’re going to need you around here.” Before Mak could say anything else Ighgi continued. “As you all know, since the invasion of the Yuuzhan Vong our spice profits have dropped dramatically. We would have gone bankrupt except for a very important business deal I made. Unfortunately, I could not let all of you know of this deal, for secrecy’s sake.” The Rodian paused, looking nervous.
“What’s the deal, Ighgi?” Mak was a loud mouth.
“We are going to be in big trouble, because that Jedi got away. Our partners in the Peace Brigade will be very unhappy.”
The roar in the room came back to life.

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well being that i am horridly bored i wrote chapter 2 heres the characters that you will meet or have already met

Mak Sturro-comedian, captain Random Thought (human male)
Ighgi-owner of Hyper Spacer Comedy club, spice dealer (Rodian male)
Nita Korrel-Spice Smuggler (Human Female)
Narcus Janniko-Bounty Hunter (Azanti male)

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Chapter 2

Mak and Nita stood inside Ighgi’s office after the meeting. The Rodian was not alone in his office. There was another person, Mak couldn’t tell if he was human or not. His cheeks and nose bulged more than a regular human, but those could have been battle scars. “Mak, Nita, have a seat.”
Mak and Nita sat in the two empty chairs in front of Ighgi’s desk. The humanoid stood above and behind Ighgi. “Now that you understand our situation with the Peace Brigade, you probably have figured out that we will be taking actions towards mending our relationship.”
“No, I hadn’t,” Mak said, sarcastically.
Ighgi paid no attention to the comment. “We will be running many missions that we haven’t been requested to, but that will benefit the Peace Brigade greatly, we hope.”
“Great. That explains Nita’s reasons for being here. She’s gonna be busy. But what about me. And who’s this guy?”
“This is Narcus Janniko. He is an Azanti bounty hunter. You will be working with him much closer in the future.”
“Azanti? Those actually exist?”
“Yes, they do. Now would you be quiet so I can tell you what is happening. No, Nita will not be running extra missions. Actually, she will be part of a task force that I am assembling that is going to make attacks with the Peace Brigade fleet against the Galactic Alliance. Your part, Mak, is that you will be taking over Nita’s missions.”
“What? Me, why me? I have no experience. Why don’t you just hire someone. Hey have the bounty hunter do it?”
“The only reason we made a deal with the Peace Brigade is because we were short on funds. Though we are doing better, we still are. I can’t afford to hire anyone else. Narcus is already on my payroll, in a similar fashion as you are. But, on a recent hunt, he lost his ship. You have a ship. Narcus will be accompanying you on the Random Thought to Kessel and then to Ryloth to pick up your load. Then you will be delivering it to a Peace Brigade base on Geonosis. Then you can come back here.”
“Can I take a vacation after this, or will I be too dead?”
“It’s not as tough as it sounds, Mak,” Nita said reassuringly.
“A vacation may be in order. I don’t know. I will asses that when the time comes. Just run your mission.”
The bounty hunter finally spoke. “I have a crew putting heavy weaponry on your ship as we speak. We will be ready for takeoff by noon tomorrow.”
“You are dismissed Mak. I suggest you and Narcus start getting to know eachother before take off.” The Rodian offered a strange Rodian smile.
Mak rose, and nodded. He touched Nita’s shoulder and winked at her as he left. Narcus followed. As he walked out the door the comedian said, “I think I’m gonna need to get good and spiced up tonight.”
Janniko smiled and for the first time seemed more than an assassin droid. “I think I’ll join you.”

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Well, i finally got time to write some more, this chapter has some action in it hope you enjoy.

Characters you already know but im gonnatype them out anyway:
Mak Sturro- Commedian, Captain Random Thought (Male Human)
Narcus Janniko- Bounty Hunter (Male Anzati)

Chapter 3

The Random Thought, an old cheap Kuati ship that looked like a miniature Star Destroyer without the command structure, hurled through hyperspace. Its destination: the spice-mining planet of Kessel.
Mak Sturro was sleeping in the pilots chair, when his new co-pilot violently woke him up, with a good smack across the face. “Wake up, sleepy. We’re probably gonna come across some mines here soon?”
“Mines?” Mak groggily replied.
“Yeah, gravity mines,” Narcus Janniko said. “Dovin Basals. The Yuuzhan Vong littered the space lanes with ‘em. They pull you right outa hyperspace.”
“Sounds fun.”
Just as the last bit of sarcasm left the commedian’s mouth, the ship was grabbed by the invisible hand of gravity, and yanked out of hyperspace. “We got three skips, nine-o’clock high,” the bounty hunter announced.
“Skips?”
“Coralskippers. Yuuzhan Vong starfighters. I’ll man the gun, you just fly,” Narcus instructed as he left the cockpit. A few seconds later his voice came over the in-ship comm. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m in the top turret, so keep the skips above you.”
“Copy.”
Mak rolled the Random Thought to the right, dodging a volley of plasma projectiles fired by the coralskippers. From the top turret, Narcus returned the volley with a wall of laser fire, but the bolts that were on target were sucked up by a black hole. “What the..?”
“The ships employ smaller Dovin Basals to shield and power the ship by manipulating gravity.”
“So how do we get past them?” Mak said as he rolled to the left and executed a short dive. There was a skip on his tail.
“Shoot a lot. Do something useful and fire the tail guns.” Mak looked on the displays in front of him and fired the tail guns at the same time as Narcus fired the top turret. The skip caught the tail gunner shots, but the top turrets blast got through, taking off chunks of the skips hull, and hurling it out of the action.
“We got one!”
“There’s two more comin’ in up high!” Mak banked the Random Thought left and down and again fired the tail gun. His shots went wide and the top turret’s were swallowed by the Dovin Basals. Now, they had two skips on their tail. In quick succession the ships shields took two hits in the rear before Mak swung right and then jutted upwards. Narcus fired a few shots that caught the skips off guard, and did some damage, but not enough to discourage the skips.
Mak completed a loop and was now behind the damaged skip. He blasted it with the nose gun, and with the help of the top turret, the skip was blown to chunks. “One more!”
The skip circled around and was coming nose to nose with the Random Thought, firing rapidly. Mak and Narcus returned fire, as the fore shields took hits. The skip came on straight, and the gap between the two ships narrowed. “Should I break?”
“No, keep it comin’. His shields will give before ours.”
“Copy,” Mak said, slightly unnerved. The skip was within 200 meters. 150. 125. 100. And then it blew to bits. Mak turned down and left to avoid the explosion. “Weeehoooo!”
“Good flyin’ kid. Now lets get outa here.”
“We’ll be cleared for hyperspace in sixty seconds.”

[sidious618]

Once I get time I`ll read.

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Well here comes chpater 4 for all of y'all (especially you siddy thanks for posting!) Some more action!!! keep tuned cause i think (well im the author so i know) you're gonna meet a very interesting character in chapter 5!!! but the characters in chapter four are

Mak Sturro- comedian, captain Random Thought (human male
Narcus Janniko-bounty hunter (Anzati male)

Chapter 4

“Well, Mak, you thought that fight back there was tough, you just wait ‘till we enter Kessel space.” They hadn’t encountered any more Dovin Basals since fighting of the trio of skips. “We were lucky. They didn’t have a Yammosk back there. They probably will here.”
“A Yammosk?” Mak was not at all familiar with these Yuuzhan Vong terms.
“A Yammosk,” Narcus returned. “They call it a War Coordinator. It keeps all the Yuuzhan Vong forces in the area flying perfectly. They are really hard to kill with a Yammosk.”
“Great. You think they’ll have one at Kessel?”
“Possibly. But, I hope not to find that out. We’re gonna try to sneak around the Vong presence in space. They haven’t landed yet. The locals have held their own and kept them in the skies. If we do get trouble in space, we’ll get help.”
“How are we gonna sneak around them?”
“We’re jumping in behind the moon, so hopefully they don’t detect us. There are major gaps in their formation now, because the ships have been taken to more needed places. I think we can sneak in one of the gaps. The planet has three frigates and three coralskipper squadrons.”
“Sounds like a breeze,” the comedian said half-wittedly. Narcus didn’t do anything but look at him and chuckle.
A few minutes later an alarm went off in the cockpit. “Looks like it’s time to jump into realspace.”
“I’ll man the top turret.” The Anzati got out of the co-pilots seat and left the cockpit. “I’m in.”
“We’re comin’ out.” The ship shuddered and the stars came back into view. There was a moon in front of the Random Thought just as Narcus had said there would be. “Looks like there’s a frigate and a skip squadron patrolling this area. I think we can get around them about ten klicks to the starboard.”
“Find a hole and punch it. We don’t wanna stick around and get to know them skips any better than we have to.”
“Here we go.” The Random Thought bolted out from behind the moon into an un-occupied piece of space. It shot as fast as its little engines would take it towards the artificial atmosphere of Kessel. “I don’t think they’ve noticed us yet.”
“Keep flyin’ straight, boy, and don’t get your hopes up.” The planet grew larger and larger in the viewport in front of Mak.
“Fifteen klicks from the atmosphere,” Mak announced. He checked the displays to see where the Yuuzhan Vong forces were. The coralskippers were approaching fast. “Get ready, Narcus, you’ve got the whole squadron comin’ in from behind.”
“Copy.”
“They’re eight klicks away from us, and we’re ten from the atmosphere. We ain’t gonna make it.”
“Just get ready to shoot that tail gun.”
“I’m on it.” The first three skips came on a strafing run from behind across the top and Narcus was able to pick one off. But the other two circled around and joined the next three. The two went for the bottom while the new three stayed atop. Mak fired the tail gun at the pair, but all his shots were swallowed by a black hole. The ship took hits on the top and bottom.
Three more streaked in and hit the back shields before Mak and Narcus scared them off with heavy fire. But, they didn’t kill any.
The last three skips started firing from quite a distance, targeting the aft engines of the Random Thought, but their shots went wide. When they came into range they started to get more accurate, but encountered a volley of heavy laser fire. They were too distracted from their offensive to get their black holes in shielding position. All three were decimated. “There’s still eight more. And we’re not even close to entering atmosphere,” Mak pointed out.
“Shut up and fly.”
Now the skips came in waves of four, pounding on the Random Thought as it didn’t change course at all. Mak kept it heading full speed towards Kessel. “We’re taking heavy damage to the aft shields. They’re down to 55%.” They hadn’t taken out any more skips.
“Go evasive,” Narcus yelled over the comm.
Just as four plasma projectiles were bearing in on the rear shields, Mak broke port, and all of the shots missed. Mak took the ship on a tight turn to get behind the skips that fired the shots. They were on their tails. “Fire!” From the nose gun and the top turret, there was a wall of laser fire pummeling the four skips. One broke off, and two were destroyed, the last evaded all shots completely.
There were five more skips and they were all bearing down on the Random Thought as it, once again flew as fast as it could towards the planet. “We’ve got twelve more contacts coming from groundside,” Mak exclaimed.
“That’s the help I was talkin’ about!”
As the Random Thought barreled towards the atmosphere, twelve raggedy looking starfighters streaked past it towards the remaining skips. “Nothing to worry about now, Mak,” the bounty hunter in the top turret said. “Just put her down.”

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Here's the long awaited (not really) chapter 5!!

characters
Mak Sturro- comedian, captain Random Thought (male human)
Narcus Janniko- bounty hunter (male anzati)
Kalus Fett- bounty hunter (male human)

Chapter 5

“Your landing bay will be bay C-13. Please stay on this course,” came Kessel Landing Control over the comm.
“Copy,” Mak returned. He steered the ship towards a field of landing platforms. As Random Thought came closer to C-13 he lowered its altitude. Mak and Narcus could get pretty good views of the other ships landed at Kessel.
“Sithspit,” Narcus exclaimed from seemingly out of nowhere.
“What?” Mak was exhausted from the combat they’d seen thus far, and wasn’t looking forward to any more trouble.
“He’s here.”
“Who? Who’s here? Why?”
By now the Random Thought was hovering almost directly over platform C-13. “Look to your left a few platforms. C-10. Do you recognize that ship?”
Mak followed his co-pilot’s finger to a black and silver ship that looked vaguely familiar. He must have seen it in some holos, or something. “Yeah, sorta. Whose ship is it?”
“That’s the latest edition of Slave I. It belongs to Kolus Fett, son, well sorta, of the infamous bounty hunter Boba Fett.”
“So he’s here on a hunt of his own, what’s the big deal?”
“Fett hates four things. The Yuuzhan Vong, the Peace Brigade, spice, and bounty hunters who try to take his bounty. Right now we fall under numbers two, three and four.”
“You tried to take his bounty?”
Narcus simply stared out the viewport at Slave I while Mak took the Random Thought down. “It was his first ever hunt. I didn’t even know he existed, until I found him taking away the man I had just captured. Then I heard an explosion. That was my ship be blown to pieces, the work of Fett. So, I tried to retaliate and get my capture back, and that only made him more mad. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me.”
Mak chuckled lightly, but for once he couldn’t find a sarcastic comment to lighten the situation. He’d heard the stories of Boba Fett and Jango Fett. And to think that there was yet another one, and that one had a grudge against his new partner, made his stomach churn in all sorts of sickening ways.
The ship landed and Mak shut it down and secured it.
“Hopefully we won’t run into him,” Narcus said as the two exited the Random Thought.
“Yeah,” Mak returned weakly.
The two made their way to a main street and waved down a speeder. The speeder took them to a large warehouse, where they were to pick up the load of glitterstim they were to bring back to Ighgi.
Mak knocked on a door on the front of the big warehouse, and it opened to reveal a man pointing a blaster at them. “That spice is mine,” the man said.
With his left hand Narcus grabbed the hand that was holding the blaster and wrenched the arm upwards. Then he put his face nose to nose with the other man. Something came out from Narucus’ nostrils and went into the other man’s. The assailant dropped to the floor, lifeless.
“You are an Anzati!” Mak exclaimed. He had heard stories and myths about the species that sucked the brains out of their enemies through the nostrils, but had never believed it actually to be true.
“You didn’t believe me?” Narcus turned from Mak and made his way to a hover cart carrying three crates that were labeled “Glitterstim.” “That’s our load.”
Mak stepped over the carcass and made his was to the glitterstim. Narcus cracked open the first of the crates. Mak peeked over his shoulder, to see the crate full of pearly-blue glit. “It’s good.” The payments were made and Mak instructed the four on-duty guards to escort the crates to his ship. Narcus and Mak made their way behind the hover-cart.
The cart was pushed through the landing bay section, and as Mak passed platform C-10 he glanced in to get a peek at Slave I. A few steps later, he heard Narcus grunt from behind him. He turned around to see Narcus wrapped in a cord being pulled by a figure black and silver Mandolarian Armour. “It’s Fett!’ Narcus exclaimed as he pulled a vibro-blade from his sleeve and cut the cord. “Run!” he ordered as he stood up. Mak and Narcus fired departing shots as they booked it down to C-13 and entered the ship.
“You alright?” Mak asked when they reached the cockpit.
“Yeah, just get this thing ready for take-off. I’d better man the turret. Fett’ll come after us.”
A minute later the Random Thought took off, with its load of glitterstim in the cargo bay. Slave I was directly behind it as they left the atmosphere. “Listen, Fett,” came Narcus’ voice over the sup-space comm, “There is three squadrons of coralskippers and three Vong frigates in orbit just waiting for us. If we’re trying to kill each other, they will kill both of us.”
There was a silence for a few heartbeats. Narcus broke in again. “I know you hate the Vong more than you hate me. We’ll meet another time, but now isn’t it.”
“You’re right. There will be another time for you, worthless spicers. But for now you’re my wing. Let’s hunt some scarheads.” The sound of the bounty hunter’s voice was angry, yet it was a relief to Mak. At least he would only be fighting one enemy on this outbound flight.
Slave I bolted out of the atmosphere followed closely by Random Thought. There were twelve coralskippers coming straight for them, and behind the skips was a Yuuzhan Vong frigate. “Open fire,” Kalus Fett commanded over the comm. Mak and Narcus complied, and the skips were met with a wall of laser fire. Two fell out of the sky quickly, but the other ten reformed and started firing on the two ships. Mak banked left to avoid a projectile, and Narcus threw a volley of red laser at the vessel that sent it their way. The shots were swallowed by the skip’s dovin basals, but now it had Random Thought as a tail. Soon, it was decimated.
Fett had taken down two skips itself. “How you doin’ Slave I?” Mak questioned.
“Fine. Watch your port.” At that moment Random Thought’s port shields took a beating.
“Three skips comin’ in hard!” Narcus exclaimed as he swung the turret around to fire at the new targets. The skips kept coming. Mak dodge a few plasma missiles, but now the enemy was too close to dodge.
One skip blew to chunks, and the other two swayed off course as Slave I came streaking in firing rapidly. Three other scarheads were on its tail though, and Slave I’s rear shields were taking a beating. Fett banked starboard, but the skips stayed with him. Mak swung the Random Thought around and fired rapidly at the three coralskippers on Slave I's tail. One met it’s end and the other two were discouraged.
“Just five more,” Mak said. “We should make a break for it.”
“I’d love to, but it looks like the big guns are moving towards the action.” Mak checked his displays and, sure enough, the frigate was moving towards the dogfight. “Make a staffing run to its port, and I’ll bother its starboard.”
“Copy.” Mak steered the Random Thought towards the approaching chunk of coral. Its guns opened fire, as Mak and Narcus sprayed its portside with laser fire. The bolts were swallowed up, but soon after the frigate shook with three explosions on its starboard. “Was that you?”
“Yes. We should be clear for a hyperspace jump.” There was a pause as Random Thought and Slave I shot past the aft of the coral frigate. “Thanks for the help.”
“You too,” Narcus said.
“You’re not off the hook, Janniko. I’ll see you again soon.”

[Jango]

Originally posted by sidious618@Jun 3 2003, 06:00 PM
Once I get time I`ll read.
me too.

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Here's chapter six. Its just Mak and Narcus again so im not gonna do the character thing, you should know it by now.

Chapter 6

“What’d ya say we, uh, test out the glit,” suggested Narcus after a long silence in hyperspace.
“What? We can’t do that,” Mak returned.
“Oh, c’mon, no one will know, we won’t do much.”
Mak was skeptical. “I dunno, man.”
“Hey, I think we’ve earned it. We’ve been in three dogfights and had an attempted assassination on us.”
Mak sighed, and nodded. Narcus jumped up from his seat and made his was to the cargo bay. In a few minutes he returned. He had a sack filled with the pearly-blue glitterstim. It was starting to glow, reacting with the light. Narcus consumed some of it, and passed it to Mak. Soon, the entire sack was gone.
Hours passed with Mak and Narcus just talking about anything and everything. Narcus began to rant and rave. “I hate him. I was just trying to do my job, like any bounty hunter would. And he blew up my ship. My Ship! If I could get that helmet off, I’d spit in his face, and suck his brains out. Then, what would he say? No, before I spat in his face I’d tie him up and feed him some glit. Make him taste what he hated. Maybe, I’d scar him up like a Vong.” Narcus was up, pacing angrily around the ship. He was hitting walls, and smashing his fists against the backs of the chairs.
“Hey, calm down,” Mak attempted to stop the man.
“I can’t wait ‘till he finds us again. Then I’ll show him. I’ll show him who the strongest bounty hunter is. It runs in my family just like it did his. My father could have killed his father on Tatooine under Jabba anytime. And, now I’m gonna take him out, like my father woulda taken out his. I’ll show that…” His angry yells came to an ubrupt end as the Random Thought was violently pulled out of hyperspace.
“Another dovin basal.”
“I’m in the turret,” Narcus’ anger was gone as he sprinted out of the cockpit towards the top turret.
When Narcus was in Mak relayed him the situation. “Looks like we got six skips. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
“Copy that.”
Mak swung the ship to the port to face the six enemy craft coming in toward them. Before a single ship fired a plasma projectile Mak dropped low and to the left and punched the drive. This caught the skips off guard and soon they were under the enemy, Narcus firing above him. Two of the coral starfighters were decimated by this surprise tactic. Now, Mak brought the ship onto the last four’s tails. Both fired rapidly, quickly killing another ship.
The three living skips had broken off and were swinging around to get behind the Random Thought. “What is that small contact up in front of us about a klick?”
“I’ll bet that’s the dovin basal.” As Mak drew the ship closer they saw a pulsing chunk of coral. “I think when we get behind in we’ll be clear to hyperspace.”
Narcus rejected this plan. “Let’s finish off these skips and then destroy the gravity mine.”
“Copy that.”
Now the skips had started to catch up with the Random Thought as it approached the dovin basal. Mak slowed the ship down, letting the coralskippers get closer. He circled around the dovin basal and punched the drive. The skips were following them around, and when the Random Thought completed a full circle, they were back on the enemy’s tail. Two more skips were blown to coral chunks. The last started to run as fast as it could, but Mak punched the engines and easily caught up. Soon, there was no Vong presence in the area. “Let’s clear this route of gravity disrupters.”
Mak swung the ship back around towards the dovin basal. They put all the power they had into the guns and fired a steady stream of laser fire. The dovin basal exploded. The Random Thought engaged its hyperdrive and jumped back on its way to Ryloth.

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So here comes chapter 7 its Mak, Narcus and Kalus Fett fightin' some Vong, so theres your character thing.

Chapter 7

There was already a dogfight above Ryloth when the Random Thought exited hyperspace in the Ryloth system. Seven coralskippers circled around and fired at Slave I. “It’s Fett!” Mak exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Narcus confirmed as he stared out the viewport. His brain seemed to be clouded after the gliterstim had worn off.
“How did he know..?” Mak’s mind was a little slow after being spiced up himself.
Narcus blinked and shook his head. “Must’ve armed your ship with a homing beacon. He looks like he’s in trouble. Maybe we should help.” Slave I was taking very little damage, in all actuality, but was severely outnumbered. Narcus opened a private channel to Slave I. “Looks like you could use some help, my friend,” he said, with sarcastic triumph in his voice.
“I can handle myself,” Fett returned. Another coralskippers me its end at the will of Slave I'spowerful laser cannons.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Narcus replied. There was no return. “I’ll man the gun.”
Mak needn’t reply. They had gotten to know this drill quite well on this spice run. He guided the Random Thought into a dive towards the fray. When they arrived and destroyed an un-suspecting skip, Fett didn’t welcome them, but didn’t seem to mind the assistance, seeing as he didn’t say anything over the comm., or worse, train his laser cannons on them. “Just five more,” Mak commented over the comm..
“Cut the needless chatter, glitbiter.”
“Just trying to start a conversation,” Mak returned sarcastically.
There was nothing but seriousness in the bounty hunter’s voice. “Conversations aren’t for battle.”
“Copy,” Mak said meekly. After all this conversation, a duo of coralskippers proved Kalus Fett’s point correct as they swung around on Random Thought’s tail and inflicted a few hits of damage to the aft shields. Mak banked hard starboard, but the skips stayed with him. Mak was too humiliated to call to Fett for help, but Fett was there anyway. One skip blew to bits, and the other was scared off.
“You’re welcome.” This time it was Mak that didn’t reply. It was strange. The legendary Boba Fett never seemed to save anyone’s life he didn’t have to, especially a glitbiter. Something must have been different in the cloning process.
There were four more coralskippers, and Fett was on the first’s tail. Mak swung his ship around to find a target, and did. The top turret and nose gun fired and after a good long stream of laser fire, the skip was destroyed. By that time Slave I had finished off the other three coralskippers. “How does he kill them so quickly?” Mak questioned half to himself, half over the in ship comm to Narcus.
Narcus answered the second half. “I’ve been observing him in fights. One, his guns are way more powerful that ours. Two, it seems that he has programmed his laser cannons to use a tactic that the Galactic Alliance fighters use against skips. It’s called stutter fire. You distract the dovin basals with low energy beams, and them jump it with full power shots. The dovin basal adjusts to the lower energy and then can’t swallow up the higher energy.”
“Genius,” Mak said dryly. He switched the comm back to the private channel to Slave I. “Hey, um, thanks for savin’ our skins back there.”
“Don’t thank me. I did it for a reason. There’s a price on both of your heads, and intend to collect it. Unfortunately it is a living bounty.”
“What,” Narcus broke in with anger. “A price on our heads? What for?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. Spice is illegal, and both of you use it. But that isn’t cause for bounty. Some people in the Galactic Alliance will pay good money for Peace Brigadiers, and in my jump over here I connected both of you with a Rodian named Ighgi, who is working for the Peace Brigade.”
“What how can you say we Peace Brigadiers?” Narcus was enraged. “We’ve been fightin’ Vong right beside you for over a week.”
“Tell it to the judge.”
“We didn’t even know about…” Mak started. But, Fett cut him off.
“Save it,” he said and cut the link between ships. The majority of the trip down to Ryloth was spent in silence.

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chapter 8 include Mak, Narcus, Kalus Fett, a rodian named Joule, and a rodian named Ligigh. all male if you were wondering.

Chapter 8

Mak spent the silence in the trip down to Ryloth dreading the coming events. Apparently Narcus had spent it thinking. “Look, its not completely hopeless,” Narcus said as he re-entered the cockpit. He had spent the last few minutes in his personal quarters. “I have a few friends on Ryloth that can hide our ship, so Fett won’t give it the same fate as mine. They’ll also find the homing beacon on our hull and get rid of it.”
“You have friends everywhere don’t you?” Mak questioned. Narcus’ “friends” didn’t really give him any hope, or brighten his mood.
“I’m a bounty hunter and a spicer, I need my contacts. Anyway, my friends will hide the Random Thought and we’ll just get the ryll as fast as possible and jet.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Mak said with a gloomy sarcasm.
“Cheer up, funny man. We can’t have you mopin’ around down there.”
Mak didn’t answer. He simply brought Random Thought to the coordinates Narcus told him. As the ship approached the given coordinates, it was also approaching the side of Ryloth that was forever stuck facing away from its sun. Mak looked at Narcus questioningly, but Narcus only returned with a smile. Just after the Random Thought passed over the line between eternal night and eternal day, Narcus pointed to a large crater in Ryloth’s surface. “Down there.”
Mak steered the ship towards the crater, and as he got closer, he saw the earth open up. A circle of land split in half and slid out of sight, leaving a good sized hole that Mak could fit his ship into. “Put her down right in there.” Mak obeyed and as the ship touched down underneath the surface, the surface covered up the hole.
Mak and Narcus exited the Random Thought and were met by a greeting party of three Rodians. The middle one was probably the fattest Rodian Mak had ever seen. The other two were acting as honor guards. “Narcus Janniko,” the fat Rodian greeted as Narcus and Mak approached the trio of aliens. “Who is your friend?”
“This is my temporary partner, Mak Sturro,” Narcus answered.
“Bounty hunter working with a partner now?” the Rodian said after he glanced at Mak.
“I’m not working as a bounty hunter today, Joule,” Narcus returned.
“Hmm,” Joule chuckled. “Welcome, Mr. Sturro. I’m glad we could harbor you ship for you.”
“Thank you,” Mak returned, rather nervously. Joule led Mak and Narcus to the beginning of a tunnel.
“Now, Narcus, what are we going to do about payment?” Joule questioned. Apparently they were waiting for a train to take them into the meeting place.
“You know I’m good for the money, but I don’t have it now.”
“Ah, my friend, Narcus, I know you are good for the money, but I am short right now, and a payment would be greatly appreciated.”
“I’ll get you your money,” Narcus said as he leaned his face towards the Rodian’s. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Joule only chuckled at the threat. “Of course I trust you, my friend. It looks like your train is approaching. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Sturro.”
“You too. Thank you again.”
The train was one car long and completely empty. Mak and Narcus boarded, and it took off. Within a few minutes, they had reached their destination. They were greeted by another trio of Rodians, but the middle Rodian was very scrawny this time.
The scrawny Rodian spoke, “Your spice is being transported to you ship as we speak. Now come enjoy some fine wine with me.”
“We’re kind of in a hurry, if you don’t mind,” Narcus replied.
“Oh, hurry and hustle leaves no time for any enjoyment,” the Rodian said. “We must relax in this time of war. How better to enjoy a bottle of fine Coruscant wine, when there is likely a battle looming over us on the surface as we speak. Especially considering the recent fate of Coruscant, it is very valuable.”
“Listen, we don’t even know your name, and we really are in a hurry.”
The Rodian looked somewhat offended, but shrugged and offered a Rodian smile. “I am Ighgi’s cousin Ligigh. I insist you join me.” Ligigh turned his back and started walking as if he knew that his guests would follow. They did. Ligigh began talking again. “Underground. This is the one place the Yuuzhan Vong cannot find us. Even when they take full occupation of our planet, they will never find us. We may do business down here forever.”
Mak was getting impatient. “Look can we make this quick. I want to get out of here.”
The Rodian didn’t answer. They approached a table in a small room with a bottle of wine on it and three chairs placed under three glasses. The Rodian sat, signaled for his guests to do the same, and began pouring the wine. Neither Mak nor Narcus drank it. There were too many untrustworthy people with powerful drugs in this galaxy. The Rodian attempted to keep a dull conversation going for a few minutes. Mak and Narcus said little. A beeping came from Ligigh’s comlink. “It seems your spice is aboard your ship.”
“Good, its time for us to leave,” Narcus said as he and Mak rose from the table and walked towards the train.
“Not so fast,” a dreadfully familiar voice came from behind them. They turned to see the scrawny Rodian dead in front of the black and silver Mandolarian armor worn by the one and only Kalus Fett. Narcus and Mak took off running toward the train. Stun bolts flew at them from behind, but Mak and Narcus were able to duck around a corner before being hit.
They reached the tunnel and boarded a waiting train. Narcus called ahead to Joule and instructed him to prep the ship for takeoff. The train was hauling down the tunnel now, a quite a speed, but Fett was right behind them, being propelled by the jet-pack on his back.
The train reached the dock where Random Thought was parked. Mak and Narcus darted towards the open entry-way. And got into the ship before Fett could fire any more stun shots at them. Random Thought took off, safe from harm again.

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chapter 9 has arrived. space battel with Mak Narcus and Fett, thats all!!! keep tuned in its coming to a close!

Chapter 9

Random Thought shot towards the sun of the Ryloth system, and towards quite a large complement of Yuuzhan Vong coral ships. “Looks like two squadrons of coralskippers and two frigates. Our biggest catch yet,” Mak stated with some dry sarcasm. “If things go like they usually do, Slave I will be here to help us in a few minutes.”
“I’ll man the…”
“…top turret,” Mak cut Narcus off. “It’s becoming all to much like a drill. I wonder if we’ll die this time.” Narcus let out a small laugh as he left the cockpit. The comedian had come to terms with the fact that the dangerous life-style of a glitbiter had finally caught up with him. Comedians tended to come to terms with things differently than normal beings. The first squad of skips started making their way towards the Random Thought. “Well, son of a sith, it looks as if they’ve noticed us.”
“I love the sarcasm, funny man, but please concentrate on your flying.”
“Copy. Will ya look at that, they’re only sending four!” Only four of the coralskippers had continued the pursuit of Random Thought. Mak hit the drive and shot straight towards the incoming enemy. This caught them by surprise and soon Mak and Narcus were under the four skips, firing upwards, killing one, and scarring the other three off. “Let’s not deal with the rest of them.” Mak banked left and made the engines go full throttle. Unfortunately the three skips were faster, and soon caught up. Mak fired the tail gun, and Narcus unleashed laser fire from above, but nothing got through, and the rear shields took a hit. Mak completed a loop, and was behind one skip. They made short work of it. But two more were coming in hard portside.
Narcus swung the gun around and opened fire, but it didn’t scare anyone off. At the last second before three plasma projectiles slammed into the port shields, Mak took the ship into a nose dive. Now they had a duo of skips on their tail, and Mak shot upwards. They lost them for just enough time to swing around and fire deadly laser at one ship, that exploded into coral chunks.
The other eight skips of the first squadron noticed them now, and by the time the last of the first four was finished, a new eight skips were hunting them down. The Random Thought bolted away as fast as it could manage, but it soon gained a trio on its tail. Their rear shields were taking a beating, and Mak couldn’t seem to shake them. He banked starboard, but they stayed with. Shots from the top and rear did nothing against the voids the dovin basals produced. “Looks like we could be toast.”
Before the last word left Mak’s mouth, the three skips were disintegrated. Slave I flew by, and soon found another skip to kill. Fett unleashed a torpedo that evaded the black hole of a shield, and destroyed another skip. “Why look who it is? Our death and savior, Kalus Fett,” Mak announced over the ship-to-ship comm.
“You’re welcome. I don’t let people kill my bounty. Especially scarheads.”
Random Thought soon found a skip to tail, and after a little while they killed it. In that time Slave I had made short work of the other three.
“You don’t want to deal with the other squad and two frigates. I suggest you get out of here.”
“Thank you, Kalus my friend, but we can think for ourselves.”
“I never did like comedians.”
Both Slave I and Random Thought shot away from the remaining Yuuzhan Vong presence, towards hyperspace. Narcus came over the comm to Fett. “Until we meet again.”

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chapter 10 includes: Mak, Narcus, Kalus Fett and some other characters: Nita Korrel-human female spice smuggler, Markre Medjev-Human male Jedi, Cheklev-Devaronian male Jedi, Koele-Ryn male informant, and three male Yuuzhan VOng warriors

Chapter 10

The drop off at Geonosis went off without a hitch. Mak and Narcus encountered no more Yuuzhan Vong on their way back home. Walking through the back alleys near the Hyper Spacer Comedy club, Mak and Narcus shared laughs and were quite enjoying themselves now that this mission was over. They entered through a back door into the comedy club and immediately froze.
They saw a small green alien, who Mak recognized as Koele, a Ryn who worked in the bar, conversing with two Jedi, one human one Devoronian, and none other than Kalus Fett. The conversation stopped when Mak and Narcus entered. Mak broke a short silence. “Who are you guys?”
“I am Markre Medjev,” the human Jedi said, “and this is my partner Hivrek’hwao’Cheklev. You can call him Cheklev.” He pointed to the Ryn. “This is our informant Koele, and apparently you already know Kalus Fett. Don’t take them away yet, Fett.”
“They are Peace Brigaders and spicers. They may as well be the scum of the galaxy,” Fett returned.
“Peace Brigaders?” Mak said angrily. “Look Fett, how many times do we have to go over this? We didn’t know until right before. If we had we wouldn’t have had any part in it.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Fett said, but he didn’t move towards them.
Before Mak or Narcus could retort Markre Medjev spoke up again. “Let’s ask Koele. He led us here because he knew of the Peace Brigade dealings. He has been around these two longer than anyone else. Perhaps he can tell us.”
“As far as Mak Sturro, I’m pretty sure he was completely blind to the situation. He knew of the spice dealing organization, but I have no reason to believe he knew of the Peace Brigade dealings. Narcus Janniko I very rarely saw around. He was a bounty hunter, and bounty hunters tend to stay well informed though. I cannot be certain because I rarely saw him talking to Ighgi, he was always out on hunts.”
Before anyone else said anything, the alien Jedi finally said something. “Markre, I feel the disturbance growing stronger. Danger is getting closer.”
“Yes, Cheklev, I feel it too. Stay on alert. Everyone.”
There was a short silence, but Mak broke it. “Listen, why don’t we just find Ighgi. He can tell us what me and Narcus knew. Where is he?”
“When we arrived the place was deserted,” Markre said. “This hole section of the city was practically empty. The bar and restaurant looked as if there was a huge fight, everything was smashed. We came back here and found Fett looking for people also. We started talking and then you came in.”
“It’s getting stronger,” Cheklev said. “Danger is close.” Something in the building creaked and everyone instantly reached for their weapons. There was violent smashing in rooms not far away, and then a scream. More smashing, and the lights all went out. The room Mak stood in was only illuminated by the scarlet and green light emitted by the Jedi’s lightsabers.
Another scream, this one closer. Suddenly, a woman came crashing through a door at the other side of the room. “Nita!” Mak ran to her. She was scarred and bruised badly, her clothes were partially torn up, and she bled from her forehead.
As she struggled to stand she said, “They’re coming. They killed Ighgi, they are coming.”
“Who? Who is coming?”
But before Nita could answer Mak’s question, it was answered for them. “Jeedai,” came a low growl from the dark in the next room. Mak and Nita made their way back to the others. An angry snarl from the darkness of the neighboring room was emitted in a language Mak did not understand. Then, three huge scarred warriors stepped through the door into the light of the Jedi’s blades. “We will kill you, Jeedai,” the largest of the warriors said. The other two flanked him, and amphistaffs slithered down each of their arms, into their hands, and stood erect, ready for battle.
“Vong!” someone cried and the fight began. Narcus kicked a hold-out blaster out of his boot and handed it to Nita as he fired. The blasts bounced off the vonduun crab armor and did no harm to the warriors. They came closer and the Jedi stepped forward to intercept them. Markre took on the leader, and Cheklev fought the warrior on his left flank. The other was occupied with heavy fire from Kalus Fett and Koele. Mak, Nita, and Narcus ran to a far corner of the room to take cover behind some crates. They fired shots that did no good against the Vong armor.
Markre fought fiercely against the warrior that stood a half head taller than him. The Yuuzhan Vong’s thrusts were strong, and every block he made he used strength from the Force to hold strong. Markre took the offensive and battled his enemy closer to a corner.
Cheklev was having a hard time. He and his enemy were battling in the middle of the room, and there was no clear advantage. Every thrust, every parry, every move was defended or avoided. Cheklev was growing tired, but it seemed his enemy was also.
The third Vong slowly approached Koele and Fett, none of their doing any harm. He suddenly reached into a satchel attached to his hip, and drew out something which he flung at Koele. The razor-bug connected with Koele’s shoulder and the Ryn fell back in pain.
“We’ve gotta help them,” Nita spoke up from behind the crates with Mak and Narcus. The two agreed and charged towards the back of the warrior approaching Fett. Mak was the first to get there and he thumped the butt of his blaster on the warriors head. The Yuuzhan Vong bent forward with pain, but quickly stood straight again and unleashed all his strength in a blow to Mak’s stomach. Mak fell to the floor and slid into a wall. The scarred warrior came towards him.
Cheklev had finally gained an advantage, and battled his enemy into a corner. Blow after blow, the warrior could barely block and keep up. Cheklev used the Force to pick up an empty crate and hurl it at the warrior. The Vong put his arm over his head defensively, but the crate knocked him to the ground. Cheklev approached and kicked the warrior arm out of the way, and then put his scarlet lightsaber into his enemy’s eye socket.
Markre Medjev was losing his advantage. The warrior battled out of the corner, and was over powering the Jedi. He backed to the middle of the room, parrying and attempting to counter-strike. But, the warrior was too fast, too strong. He could not feel his enemy in the Force, and couldn’t predict his moves.
Mak lay on the ground, and saw his death coming towards him. It was in the shape of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior, amphistaff tip pointed at him. The warrior lunged at him, and Mak closed his eyes in preparation for the pain. But it never came. He opened his eyes to see Narcus Janniko impaled by the amphistaff. He had shielded Mak. Narcus put his dying hand on the back of the warriors head, and drew it closer, with all his strength. He was now face to face with the warrior. He spit in his killer’s eye and put his nose to the warriors. The warrior straightened and fell limp. His brains had been sucked.
Markre fought hard, and was able to stop backing down. But the warior’s attacks were strong, and Markre was losing his strength. He reached to the Force for more, but his concentration wasn’t allowing him much. Suddenly the warrior was hit in the arm by a dart. He turned towards Kalus Fett, and sneered. He tore the dart out of his arm. Markre took this spare moment to cut the hand which held the amphistaff from the body of the warrior. Fett ignited his flame thrower and blew the Yuuzhan Vong back against the wall. Then he unleashed a huge arrow that pinned the warrior through his armor over his shoulder to the wall. The Yuuzhan Vong were done. Two were dead, and one was trapped.
“Why did you do it?” Mak asked the dying Anzati bounty hunter.
“You didn’t deserve death. You were thrown into this mix by situations you couldn’t control. I knew of the Peace Brigade deal. I’ve been nothing but a murdered my entire life. You deserved life, I didn’t.”
Mak didn’t know how to respond to that. He watched Narcus draw his last breath. He died a hero, not a murderer though. Mak felt as though he were losing a close friend, although he hadn’t even known Narcus a full two weeks. Nita came over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He stood and hugged her. At least he hadn’t lost both of his friends.

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Epilogue

The battle was over and the injured were being tended to. “I will leave Mak and Nita to you, Jedi,” Kalus Fett said. “Their Peace Brigade master is dead, so they are free from the Brigaders.”
“You don’t want the money for their bounty?” Markre asked as he stood from tending to Koele.
“I will take the live warrior as a bounty. I’m sure some scientist will pay for a live Vong. The dart I shot him with will not kill him, it will just put him to sleep for near a week.”
“You could take him to Master Cilghal on Mon Calamari. I’m sure the Jedi could find a use for her.” Fett thought about this and nodded. He looked over to his captured bounty as it slowly fell into an unconscious state.
The Jedi approached Mak and Nita. “You look pretty beat up,” Markre said.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I never formally introduced myself. I am Markre Medjev and that is Cheklev, my partner.”
“I’m Nita Korrel. It’s good to meet you.”
“Now that both of you are out of work, what do you plan to do?”
“I don’t know,” Mak said.
“I’m sure the Galactic Alliance could use you on Mon Calamari.”
“I’ll find my own way of living, thank you,” Nita said.
“I think I might take you up on that offer. Maybe kick this spice addiction. It’s gotten me into enough trouble.”
“I’m sure the GFFA will be able to help you.”

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That's all folks. Thanks for reading. I'll be coming out with a revised edition sometime, hopefully, probably under a different name, cause Back Stage just doesn't fit now that i think about it. Tell me what you thought in the discussion thing please!!!