Star Wars: The Story of...
I've currently began putting my ingenius idea in motion. It's going to be a series of stories I shall write, and I have just started the first one. Thanks to my literature class at school, my writing skills have improved and I have a larger vocabulary, so it should be better than my older stories.
Anyway, the whole idea is that the story let's you take a look at the life of a character somewhere in the Star Wars Universe, whether it be a slave on Kessel, or a Jedi Knight on Coruscant. Currently I'm writing one about a bounty hunter named Keth Arthul and his son, Brak, who has taken up the job to hunt down and kill a Dark Jedi.
Here's a part in Chapter 2, in which Keth has just taken the job from a Besilisk (like Dexster in AOTC) businessman named Tarkin Val'Tala and gone down from his office to the bar on the bottom floor of his building. He has just taken a seat by his son and they begin to talk when disaster strikes...
“Well, did you take the job, Dad?” asked Brak without looking up from his food.“Yes, I did,” answered Keth, then ordered another cup of Flaming Wookiee and some Ahrisa as well. “He’s offering two million credits for the death of a Dark Jedi and three of his associates, and one million for just the Darkie. I took the job because we need the money and because I’m probably one of the only hunters who can take on a Jedi!”
“Awesome...wait, a Darkie? Dad, the few years you spent as a Jedi Hopeful aren’t going to help you! The Darkie has more experience! He’d chop you up into mincemeat with his lightsaber! He’d choke you until your head popped off like a dolls!” shouted Brak, drawing attention from a few nearby people. Two men began to approach, drawing blasters to shoot at them.
“No he won’t...Brak, get down!” commanded Keth, drawing his own blasters. He aimed his twin Sundance-560 blaster pistols at the two men, and then opened fire. With a loud pa-ping! pa-ping! and a flash of light, the two men fell as the laser bolts hit them both right between the eyes. Keth then grabbed his son and their helmets, and dashed to the exit. The jazz band stopped playing, and people began crowding around the dead men, wondering what had happened. More men began to race after the two bounty hunters.