Ok so you guys know how I wanted to create a story about st characters in a Star Wars universe, I HAVE CHAPTER ONE OUT. actually I have almost three so....HERE IT ISSSSS.
(oh btw I added Eddie bc I can)
PG 14
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Small amounts of cussing.
Chapter 1: The Mandalorian’s Code
Name: Unknown Last Name: Unknown
Planet: Mandalore
King: Manda’lor
Species: Mandalorian, Homo Sapian
Gender: Male
Relationships: Friend-Deceased
Home: Nothing
All I saw was darkness.
Pitch. Black. Nothing. It was as if the world had gone dark, until we finally got out of Hyperspeed. My captors laughed harder as they shoved me to the ground. They had put a bag over my head even if I still had my helmet on. Damn, the Empire sucks. I had a bounty on my head because I was hunting other bounty hunters…yeah that makes perfect sense. My blaster was no longer in my holster, and my twin daggers were still attached to the inside of my leather boots. I heard Stormtroopers grunt as they pulled me along the long, metal halls of the Shadow Ship. The Shadow Ship is a massive death star that destroys, not only planets, but galaxies. The arms that shoved me around were strong, and plated.
“You know,” I started to say, but my voice was muffled under my helmet and bag. “Isn’t it fascinating that you put a bag over my head when I already have a helmet on?” An arm shoved the small of my back.
“Shut your mouth!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. The other Stormtrooper started to talk into his ear piece that must have been in his helmet. He muttered where we were headed, saying that they were taking the “mandalorian to Cell B”. Whoever turned me in is going to die when I break out.
“Ow,” I said as a trooper shoved me into the wall. Pain spread up my left arm as I rubbed it, the chains clanking against the Beskar plating.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re goin’.” They pushed me farther into the room that we must’ve entered, because I heard a door slam shut behind me. I shook off my bag that was on my head and glared at the troopers.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have put a useless bag over my damn head!” They laughed at me. I rolled my shoulder, the pain continuing to spread up my arm. Straightening my helmet, I pulled the leather strap that wrapped around my chest and strapped it to my shoulder. Wincing I stared at the people who were in the cell with me. There were three people in two cells, not including me. In my cell there was a person with a brown cloak covering their face, they wore black leather gloves. The other two were in the other cell that was in front of me. The one to the left was playing with a bar of metal. Noticing the horns that were on top of his head, I could tell that he was a Zabrak. The other alien was a drunk Chagrian. He was lying on the floor, clearly drooling. I stood up immediately and grabbed the bars of the cell.
“You guys can not leave me here!” I yelped as a stormtrooper blasted his gun at the floor under my feet. I jumped back in surprise.
“Say one more word and I’ll shoot you through the chest, Mandalorian!” He growled at me, holding his blaster to my heart. “Now sit. Down.” Ultimately, I sat down. Crossing my arms, I glared as the Chagrian started up a conversation with the Stormtrooper who threatened me. The trooper shook the Chagrian against the bars. “How in the galaxy do you get alcohol in these cells?!” The Chagrian shrugs, and falls to the floor, returning to his sleep. The troopers stared at us all, then started to talk about the person that was in the cell with me. They shrugged, and walked out. The doors slammed shut behind me, making us all jump. The Zabrak jumped to his feet.
“So. Who are you?” He asked. The rules of the Code go through my mind. If I dare to take off my helmet I will be dead. I shrug and lean against the edge of the cell.
“Why do you want to know?” I ask simply. Zabrak shrugs.
“I want to know a lot of things. I’m Eddie," he said, grinning. I smiled under my helmet.
Moving closer to the bars, I held out my hand.
“I’m a Mandalorian,” I replied, deliberately not wanting to tell him. He gave me a funny expression.
“Well I know that, stupid. What’s your name?” I waited a few seconds for him to realize that I probably shouldn’t tell him my name anyway. He glared at me, then his eyes sparked. “AHHHHHHHH.” I laughed.
“Just call me…prison buddy,” I shook his hand and sat back on the metal seats of the jail. Eddie nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah so um, I’m Eddie. But you already know that now…this is Artie,” he said, gesturing to the Chagrian that was still lying on the floor. “He’s always drunk,” he whispered. “And that,” He gestured to the person in the corner of my cell with the brown cloak covering their face. “I have no clue who they are.” The Chagrian jumped to his feet.
“What if they're an it?” He asked loudly, burping. Eddie shoved Artie back to his spot on the floor.
“They are a they! Or a he, or a she. You never know with the culture today.” He throws his arms up in distress. The person in the cloak looks up, and I can just make out dark red hair. Something in my heart juddered, like I knew them. But I don’t! I shook the silly thought out of my already messed up brain.
“You never know, dude.” Artie glanced nervously around the room. “Plus we’ve known them for four months.” When he said ‘for four months’ he started to giggle, muttering to himself. Eddie kicked him in his blue shin. He leaned against the bars and gestured for me to come closer to him.
“They haven’t said a word since we walked into these cells. And I like to talk a lot. It gets boring when your cellmate won’t talk at all.” It didn’t bother me that the cloaked person didn’t want to talk, most people nowadays don’t want to be recognized. We both sat back down, and I could feel eyes staring at me. I glazed at the cloaked figure, they looked away quickly.
“When are we getting out?” I asked, curiosity clouding my sense of judgment.
“Well,” Eddie started to say, then got interrupted by Artie’s loud snoring. After he settled back, Eddie turned back to me. “We are supposed to get out tomorrow.” Tomorrow?!
Before I could answer him back, he stopped me from talking. “We are supposed to enter the Emperor's Throne Room, to get you know-” For the record I didn't know-. “Executed.”
My brain stopped functioning right then and there.
“Wait wait wait, slow down a sec. Y'all are supposed to be executed?!” I put my hands up in a “stop it right now” gesture. Eddie nodded at me.
“Oh yeah! Actually, I think it’s supposed to be tomorrow too!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. I don’t think that he knew what being executed meant. I looked at the cloaked person.
“Please tell me that he knows what executed means,” I whispered quietly to them. The person shrugged. I placed my hands on my head, and started to shake it. “Why are you here anyway?” I asked Eddie. He glanced at Artie, then back at me.
“Well…he’s in here for a lot of things, but I’m only in here for tax fraud. And them-” He gestured to the cloaked figure, “I don’t know what they did. Probably tax fraud too.” He giggled loudly and then slumped against the wall. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew deep down in my heart that I wanted to break these guys out, that I needed to. I honestly don’t know how to describe it. It’s like a whisper in my head, like the voice in your head but more subtle. It tells you stuff, gives you a hint on what to do. But something didn’t stick right with me. Being around these guys, it felt like I would die for them. Plus, I barely know them which makes everything better. A tugging in my chest, a whisper in my head. I need to save these guys. I leaned closer to the bars.
“I’m not gonna let you guys get executed for nothing. We’re breaking out. In fact,” I pause, letting that sink in to Eddie and the mystery person, “I think I already have a plan.”