(: !Christmas Special! :)

I want to let everyone to know there will be a small delay for posts this week because of Christmas and small writers block for the revision of Chapter 3 Royal Protection. But to ease some of the impatience you might have, below is a log of Crystaall's memory of Chapters 1 & 2 years after the first book, with some minor hints :D Hope you enjoy! And Merry Christmas, and Happy Something to anything else you celebrate this holiday season!


"Are you recording R4? Ok good, I want this to look back at, make sure my future self can fix anything I got wrong. This is Crystaall Sekera Sehefadu, former bounty hunter and currently a fighter for galactic freedom. How I got here in the beginning was just me going through the motions. Sure I was angry, but I just followed the voice that spoke to me. I still don't know what truly guides me, but I know that not everything will go my way. My arms are a reminder of this. When I first was thrown onto this path, I was just doing my first solo bounty. Someone had changed my target, and I took the wrong hit. I was chased to the Outer Rim until I had R4 here make a quick maneuver, having us shoot toward the core world of Coruscant. Now I had rented out an apartment, but I told my employer to meet me on neutral ground. Heh, it was just my subtle way of telling him, we'll be in the open on my home ground. So I set up the exchange at my favorite bar, run by my favorite bartender. He was kicking it hard even back then, and I made the transaction of confirmation to credits with a quick swing and maybe a nice threat. Everything went to hell after that. I began to hear the voice that guides me even now. It spoke to me, and I thought it was just a fool speaking his mind, but no one was there and I soon left for home. That night, I had the first dream of my past. She called it a past premonition. Its Jedi speak for a dream of what has happened or what will happen. I was struck hard with many blows after I woke that morning, everything was silent, until Vex burst in my room. We left and he showed me the diner. It was burning and I could barely see the severed head of my hit still sitting on the table. I lost control over my emotions, and Vex had to drag me to safety as Stormtroopers ambushed us. We ran to the private hangars, going through alleys to lose the stubborn soldiers. We got to Vex's ship, but we were intercepted by Jigual,an Imperial lackey, hidden within the Black Sun as a reckless villain who could manipulate almost anyone. He shot and killed Vex, and I avenged him later on, but I escaped in his YT-1300 freighter nicknamed the Dragon Hawke. The squad uses it most of the time though. I barely escaped with R4 piloting the ship and as far as I knew at that moment, my life was forever changed, and fate would run its course. Is that good R4? Alright, hey end this log and see if one of the guys can get me a bottle of Corellian ale, I may be young but I prefer having a good drink before doing a recon mission.

'End Log'

Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 3

Within a few moments, R4 had managed to get the ship hovering over a clean landing spot within the spaceport. The droid steadily lowered the ship's landing gear as the Dragon Hawke began its descent onto solid ground. While the ship made its descent, Crystaall watched all the people that walked the bare streets disappear behind a solid wall that was just as common as the sand that covered the surface of this planet. The Hawke made its landing cleanly as it bounced lightly off its gear, the suspension leveling the ship out as it came to a halt. The droid shut down the ship's engines and made a few beeps as Crystaall knelt down and patted its domed head.

"R4, I can't have you come with me. With all of my data and that special encryption all stored in your little head, I can't risk someone taking you or those pieces of data, away from me. You're a part of me, and I would be hurt by your loss. Plus I can't learn how to fly a freighter by myself."

She returned to her feet and casually made her way to the ramp as she hit the trigger, allowing it to lower as she gave R4 a two-finger salute as she walked down the ramp. The two suns nearly blinded her eyes, even with her helmet's darkened visor. She lifted her left arm above her head as she began to walk forward, barely seeing the two figures clad in white Imperial Stormtrooper armor. At least one of them was in white armor, the other was in black, but his armor was more bulky than any other trooper she's seen. It wasn't pilot armor, but it certainly wasn't standard issue. Crystaall licked her dry lips as she lowered her armor and stopped at the edge of the ramp. She crossed her arms and raised one side of her hips with a slightly cocked head. She assumed this was about her sudden leave from Coruscant and tha they were going to take her in. The man in white stepped forward with his E-11 in strong grip with both of his hands.

"Sir, I'm going to need-"

"On what planet would I be considered a male, trooper?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm used to apprhending-"

"Males and not women? You're a very lucky man that I happen to be your first. There are much worse. Now what the hell do you want?"

"Ma'am, I am ordered to inform you that you are now under Imperial observation, due to your young age and the fact that this ship is not registered under your name."

The soldier paused as he tried to work the courage to speak until his heavy, black-armored buddy stepped up for him. He was very threatening even with his casual stance. Crystaall could tell he would be useful to anyone on the front lines but he did not carry a weapon with him. What was his deal?

"Ma'am you are to watched and followed throughout your time here in Mos Eisley and any time you wish to leave must be allowed by myself or the commanding officer of the Imperial battalion that is stationed here."

This frustrated Crystaall, as she put her hands on her hips and pulled out both of her pistols. She did no raise them, knowing that she could easily tempt the heavy soldier to show her his power. Instead, she stood there with both pistols pointing at the ground and her voice completely serious.