((I read that it was allowed to post non ST stories here. I like to RP and i like writing stories about my WoW, SWtor, DnD etc characters. Anyway. This one is about my bounty hunter Jed Rango, his joining of the guild i'm in and the events leading up to it. It will come in 4 parts. I'll simply call this story "Woops". It's the first one I have written in a long time. Some stuff might annoy SW diehard fans, but that's the risk you run when writing about certain universes. Hope the story isn't boring!))
"Woops"
Part 1. Jed Rango
Jed-Rango sat at the edge of his bed, hunkered over a comic book on his lap. He absently played with the hair at the nape of his neck and grinned gleefully at the action unfolding on the colourful pages. Now, Jed would be the first to tell you; he was no paper-licker. He just had this one guilty pleasure. Vigilantina the Vigilante.
She was a hero who cleaned up the streets of the scumbag infested Innocence City. He owned just about every issue of the series, most of them were on a datapad, but he had a few that were printed on actual paper as well. The one in his lap was printed on paper, and it was his favourite issue.
Jed’s fascination with the hero had started when he was a kid. He had been grocery-shopping with his dad and suddenly he saw it. The coolest cover art he had ever seen.
On the top of the page, in bold, neon-green letters was the tittle “VIGILANTINA the VIGILANTE – Against all odds!” A Twilekk with vibrant green skin, high tech goggles and a lit cigar was firing two blasters. The cigar was gripped between her teeth, and looked like she was half snarling, half grinning. Her body was covered by a blue body suit under grey battle armour, and on her somewhat large feet she was wearing huge black boots. Vigilantina was aiming her blasters at an evil looking human with a distinctively evil face. The human raised a fist in the air, while using the other hand to point at Vigilantina, ordering two vicious looking Nexu to attack. Jed had just had to have it.
Jed had gotten his catchphrase from one of the early issues of the series;
“I will get you. You can wrap tobacco around THAT and smoke it!” This was a phrase she had used once before killing a major slimebag boss.
He had only used this “catchphrase” a total of two times. Both times he had been proven wrong, his luck wouldn’t allow him to look too cool for too long.
Actually, the phrase seemed to have summoned the bad luck.
The first time his blasters had clogged up, making him look like a total tool. His target, a large chiss with a mean streak, had then taken the chance to pummel his face inn.
The second time a random speeder had smashed into him, knocking him off his feet and sending him sliding across the floor. While he laid there another two speeders followed the first one. Imperial agents chasing some cretin. He was lucky the target took the chance to flee instead of giving him a wallop. The speeder had broken three ribs and cost him a tooth or two. Fighting back would have been challenging.
Jed chuckled to himself at the stupid goone who was going to get his shit pushed inn by Vigilantina.
“Your dinner is served, sir.” – The tinny voice of BR-10DR broke through the action – “I truly outdid myself this time, if I may say so myself. Come come!” The droid beckoned him out into the hallway and led him towards the tiny ships kitchen. All the way blabbering about exactly how he had crafted the meal. Just as Jed had suspected there was a bowl of “dinner smoothie” waiting for him on the tiny dining table.
“Thanks, looks.. like it’s edible.” Jed sat down. The droid lifted its hands towards it’s face as if embarrassed by this praise.
“Oh it was easy sir!” The droid then clanked out of the room merrily.
Jed frowned and poked at the goo with his fork. Ever since he had acquired the droid he had been losing weight. BR-10DR liked to burn the food slightly before smoshing all the ingredients into a fine porridge, water added to keep it from getting too dry.
Jed would have made his own food had it not been for the fact that the droid seemed so horribly offended when he did so. Who in black space had decided to give droids sentience anyway?
Just as he was about to shovel the food down his throat, the holocom bleeped and blooped. This could only mean one of two things. There was a job headed his way, or the the hutt goons had found him.
"Woops"
Part 1. Jed Rango
Jed-Rango sat at the edge of his bed, hunkered over a comic book on his lap. He absently played with the hair at the nape of his neck and grinned gleefully at the action unfolding on the colourful pages. Now, Jed would be the first to tell you; he was no paper-licker. He just had this one guilty pleasure. Vigilantina the Vigilante.
She was a hero who cleaned up the streets of the scumbag infested Innocence City. He owned just about every issue of the series, most of them were on a datapad, but he had a few that were printed on actual paper as well. The one in his lap was printed on paper, and it was his favourite issue.
Jed’s fascination with the hero had started when he was a kid. He had been grocery-shopping with his dad and suddenly he saw it. The coolest cover art he had ever seen.
On the top of the page, in bold, neon-green letters was the tittle “VIGILANTINA the VIGILANTE – Against all odds!” A Twilekk with vibrant green skin, high tech goggles and a lit cigar was firing two blasters. The cigar was gripped between her teeth, and looked like she was half snarling, half grinning. Her body was covered by a blue body suit under grey battle armour, and on her somewhat large feet she was wearing huge black boots. Vigilantina was aiming her blasters at an evil looking human with a distinctively evil face. The human raised a fist in the air, while using the other hand to point at Vigilantina, ordering two vicious looking Nexu to attack. Jed had just had to have it.
Jed had gotten his catchphrase from one of the early issues of the series;
“I will get you. You can wrap tobacco around THAT and smoke it!” This was a phrase she had used once before killing a major slimebag boss.
He had only used this “catchphrase” a total of two times. Both times he had been proven wrong, his luck wouldn’t allow him to look too cool for too long.
Actually, the phrase seemed to have summoned the bad luck.
The first time his blasters had clogged up, making him look like a total tool. His target, a large chiss with a mean streak, had then taken the chance to pummel his face inn.
The second time a random speeder had smashed into him, knocking him off his feet and sending him sliding across the floor. While he laid there another two speeders followed the first one. Imperial agents chasing some cretin. He was lucky the target took the chance to flee instead of giving him a wallop. The speeder had broken three ribs and cost him a tooth or two. Fighting back would have been challenging.
Jed chuckled to himself at the stupid goone who was going to get his shit pushed inn by Vigilantina.
“Your dinner is served, sir.” – The tinny voice of BR-10DR broke through the action – “I truly outdid myself this time, if I may say so myself. Come come!” The droid beckoned him out into the hallway and led him towards the tiny ships kitchen. All the way blabbering about exactly how he had crafted the meal. Just as Jed had suspected there was a bowl of “dinner smoothie” waiting for him on the tiny dining table.
“Thanks, looks.. like it’s edible.” Jed sat down. The droid lifted its hands towards it’s face as if embarrassed by this praise.
“Oh it was easy sir!” The droid then clanked out of the room merrily.
Jed frowned and poked at the goo with his fork. Ever since he had acquired the droid he had been losing weight. BR-10DR liked to burn the food slightly before smoshing all the ingredients into a fine porridge, water added to keep it from getting too dry.
Jed would have made his own food had it not been for the fact that the droid seemed so horribly offended when he did so. Who in black space had decided to give droids sentience anyway?
Just as he was about to shovel the food down his throat, the holocom bleeped and blooped. This could only mean one of two things. There was a job headed his way, or the the hutt goons had found him.
