Chapter I
CHAPTER I
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A small gray ship flew through space. The ship was a cargo carrier with small, fat wings, not good for fast maneuvering or fighting.
It neared a mostly black planet, which would have been completely black if it wasn’t for the millions of lights clustered together in a random way. Each small cluster meant there was a city. In fact, the whole planet used to be one city, before the Emperor came to power. It was called Coruscant. It has almost always been the home of the Galactic Senate for the Republic and the Jedi Council.
As the ship approached Coruscant, the cities became visible. Small car-sized speeders raced through streets and in between buildings, both at ground level and twenty stories high. Long, whale-sized buses and other public transports carried inhabitants throughout the city.
Platforms floated in the air for foreign guests to land on and get assistance or a ride to wherever they were going.
The cargo ship landed on the arm of a Y-shaped platform and the hatch opened beneath it.
A man dressed in robes walked out of the ship and towards the middle of the platform. He had short black hair, and a scruffy beard; the combination of his unshaven face and dirty robes made him appear poor, however, he was very much the opposite.
Following him was a man in faded white armor. He carried a helmet that would cover his head if he were to wear it. His right shoulder had a royal blue insignia, similar to the one on his helmet.
He caught up to the man in robes and asked, “General Quinn, what will the council do when they hear the message?”
“I don’t know,” Quinn said with a bit of annoyance in his voice, “Can’t you wait until we get there.”
“Sorry I asked. I just was hoping we’d get a mission assigned to us that isn’t about some damn cargo transport.”
“You and I both, Wesley.”
A small speeder stopped next to the platform and the two men stepped in.
“Where you goin?” the driver asked in his gruff uncaring voice.
“To the Jedi Temple, please,” requested Quinn.
“You’re a Jedi?” asked the driver. Quinn nodded. “Haa! I remember when Jedi were noble, high class politicians. You look like a bum!”
“Just take us to the temple.”
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Onboard a massive red and gray freighter, creatures unknown to this galaxy argued about their past and future actions. Two creatures in particular argued. One was a tall, gray humanoid, with a green tail and bulbous fingertips; and the other a small fiery “animal” that had a tan stomach and a blue back.
“We must do it to escape!” said the gray humanoid, “We’ve been held captive for too long! We must stand out against evil!” The crowd roared from all over the ship.
The smaller creature said, “What you’re proposing is evil itself. It won’t stop evil; it will only fuel it.” A few claps were heard, but many hissed as the creature spoke.
A pink, crowned creature stood behind the fiery one. “Quilava, can’t you see?” he whispered, “You can’t win. Not now, not under these circumstances. Mewtwo is a convincing speaker. If we gain the help of the natives of this world, we may be able to stop them, but all you’re doing now is just going to hurry you’re execution.”
“Execution?”
“Yes! Mewtwo will execute you and all the others against him, as soon as he organizes the other pokemon.”
“Slowking, I really hope we can trust the natives.” Then he spoke aloud, “Okay. It’s the only way. These monsters who captured us won’t acknowledge anything but violent movements. Mewtwo, lead us out of slavery!” The crowd roared with excitement.
The mob began to disperse and Mewtwo walked closer to Quilava and said, “Good choice. You will find my methods as superior to yours. If you want to live I would suggest following me. I will be watching you very closely.”
Quilava nodded in fear. Standing next to Mewtwo, he felt smaller, weaker, and less important. Mewtwo wasn’t the biggest pokemon. There were true monsters like Mamoswine and Tyranitar and Steelix, but Mewtwo had power.
“Psssst.” Quilava looked for the source of the hiss. “Pssssssst.” Again he looked, but couldn’t find it. “Uggh. Over here,” said the voice, aggravated that Quilava couldn’t find it.
“A vulpix? Have I met you before?” asked Quilava.
“No, you haven’t,” said the strange, orange pokemon, “Why the hell did you give up? You had a chance to beat Mewtwo and then you just blew it.”
“I didn’t have a chance. I lost before I even began arguing. I’m going to get help from the natives of this place. Hopefully, it will–”
“Who told you that?! Was it that Slowking?!” Before Quilava could get a word out, she continued her rant, “Ooaahh, I just wanna kill him sometimes! He always gets in the way of everyone who tries to speak against Mewtwo. You know what I think?” Quilava walked away slowly to let her continue complaining on her own, “I think he’s working for Mewtwo…”
What’s her problem, thought Quilava,
I need to think over things a little bit. Quilava left to rest in a quieter part of the ship.
