For all that want it.

If anyone wants to claim the first draft of my book, you must either send me 20 bucks via mail, or you must absolutely promise that you will not use my book and publish it as your own, mainly because I can prove by both my handwritten versions and the fact that I'm the only one who can post on this blog that it is my title and writing. But seriously, If you guys want a copy, just give me 20 bucks via mail or contact me at crystaallia@gmail.com

Its finally done

Well, that is practically it. That is Book 1 in a nutshell. Of course there is a lot of editing to be done on this draft, probably going to have a second draft, and if needed a third, but I want to thank you all who have checked out my site in the past 6 months and so on, you have inspired me to finish this book and I couldn't have done it without knowing someone found interest. You are the awesome people that helped me push through this. Book 2 won't be coming up here for about a week or two so stay in wait. Other wise you can check out the anime series I'm writing, The Legend of Sovereign.

http://legendsovereign.blogspot.com/

Epilogue of Book 1 Part 2

Walking among the rather large hangar, Crystaall began to observe the many X and A wings around her. The only thing odd was that there were two YT-1300s, except that the other one was stored in a different hangar. Wearing her new brown rebel jacket and white shirt, along with black pants, Crystaall was just strolling about admiring how much the Alliance had for such a small operation. The Dragon Hawke was not optimized for combat, so the Alliance had given her a personal X-Wing, the same type of fighter being issued to the Squad. The squad names were that of average Humans, which actually surprised her. She could only assume that they were just trying to cover up their past, since they did not want to be linked to the Empire any longer. The leader was John, a tough and strong leader who wielded dual pistols. He apparently took that skill from the original clone. Max was a bit younger than the rest. He was a tech and medical man, who actually upgraded her arm's tech. Rick was a muscle guy and he was hell bent on destroying his opponent. He was used to carrying a heavy gun, he named a minigun, even though it was exactly the opposite. She laughed a little at him when she heard about it. The last man was, oddly enough, a Zabrak. She was told it was a side effect from another cloning procedure. He wasn't like the rest though, since he stayed silent most of the time and he never missed his mark. All he said was that he studied everything and everyone, which made her think that he had acquired that from a Jedi he must had served. His shot with any weapon was near perfect, but he admitted he could never lift the minigun Rick carried on elimination missions. Grey-Kast barely spoke a word to her on his whole past though. There were dealing with gangs and his contract missions with Vex, but she couldn't dig any deeper, unfortunately. The others weren't really interested in prying into Crystaall's past, having known most of it. The one thing that bothered her was that she still did not understand what Vex had been trying to tell her. There was a destiny that he saw with her. A future that he knew would be one she could enjoy and thrive in, but until she could figure out what that journey would be, she would serve the Rebel Alliance to bring the galaxy back to a peaceful place. Staring at the Hawke, she sighed. She was still in the dark.

"Everything being found nicely?"

The voice that spoke was Mon Mothma. She stood with her hands overlapping each other, he arms crossing her breasts. Crystaall turned to face her and shrugged her shoulders.

"Everything's fine its just that-"

"Its difficult to start when no one gives you everything you need?"

"Yea."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine in the coming years. I am pretty sure you have flying experience?"

"Yes, but I lost my ship on Coruscant. Never really left that planet much of the time either."

"Well, you won't be stationed here for long, big things are coming our way. You are just one of them."

"Thanks."

Mon Mothma turned and began to leave and Crystaall smiled as the woman soon left her sight. Big things were coming their way. She could only hope they would help her understand herself and her future.

Epilogue of Book 1 Part 1

The Dark robed figure stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Relieve. His robe was black as space and the hood over his head hid his facial features. There was almost complete silence as the man behind him shivered a little. He knew not what his new commander was capable of, but he assumed that he couldn't be as bad as the Emperor's apprentice, Lord Vader. The officer was clothed in an all grey uniform, which was customary for any Imperial officer. Stepping forward, the officer began to speak, until the robed man rose up his right hand and turned his head to the right. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Imperial Officer shaking in his boots. The soothing and frightening voice of the man began to speak

"Is he dead?"

"Yes, My Lord. He died as she threw his own sword at his crotch and landing in his forehead."

"Did she take the offer?"

"No My Lord. She decided to join up with the Rebellion, stating she would not be suited for a position of this caliber."

"So we can assume the Alliance has decided to hold Naboo?"

"Our scouts confirmed that Naboo's new Queen Kylantha has taken office under Imperial suggestion and that the Alliance pulled out to possibly unknown space My Lord."

"I suppose the Emperor has already created a story for this disaster?"

"Yes, the previous Queen is now rumored to have been younger with the name Apailana. She was supposedly harboring Jedi which resulted in the Imperial 501st Legion to intercept and get rid off said Jedi. The destruction caused by both forces was said to have killed an important Imperial Officer, but no name is attached to him."

"Thank you for telling me all this. Is there anything important I must know before your replacement arrives.?"

"Nothing new, but I am unaware that I need a replacement. I'm pretty-"

The dark robed man brought down his hand and began to clench his fist. Behind him, the Officer had begun to grab his throat. He coughed loudly, scratching at his throat as if it would stop them from being crushed. A few minutes passed as the man laid on the ground holding his hand out to the robed figure. Turning around, the figure gave the Officer a dark stare as he walked passed him and clenched his fist completely. There was a final breath that exhaled from the Imperial, but seconds after a cold chill settled on the bridge. This man was darker than Vader. What hell had they been given?