For some reason, my first book disappeared off the face of the internet. I swear, I didn't delete it, and I'm very unhappy. A lot of work went into it. But here's a do-over.
(this was an idea drafted by me and FyrenBrimstone who is an amazing person and honestly the best thing that happened to me. Thank you, babes.)
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The double sunset was James' favourite time of day. He could look off into the horizon and dream of his hopes to leave Tatooine. Unfortunately...
"James! It's lights out!" James sighed.
"Coming, Ma!" He quickly scampered back inside just as the lights turned off for the night. He was tired from working in the blazing heat all day, and was glad to get back inside. Before going to bed, he tossed his ball against the wall, over and over in a vain attempt to entertain himself. He was a crack shot, and the fastest pilot this side of Bespin, but his Ma wouldn't let him leave to go to flight school. He was fine with this for now, but it would eventually drive him crazy, being cooped up here all the time.
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The desert was lonely, but nothing an old soldier wasn't used to. Johnny-Doe had gotten used to traversing the rolling sand dunes ever since his protege, Laurent, disappeared, leaving a suffering mother with two delicate babies. One had been sent to Austran, where he grew up strong. The other was here, suffering through every day to try and find something fun to do before he killed himself. Johnny sighed and looked at the double sunset. He found that it would always calm him down, which was needed with how he wielded the Force. He used it to make particles move faster than normal, causing explosions. He could do it underneath his feet to get him out of a bad situation quickly. He often used his special technique to entertain himself in the long winding days of overseeing the rolling dunes.
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Prince Saxton was always aided and followed around by an R2 unit and a protocol droid. R2-NG was always the more easygoing of the two, not caring that their body was shorter than SN-PR, the sassy protocol droid that always flaunted his knowledge, but was a coward at heart.
About Prince Saxton...his adoptive mother was nice, but held him back from what he thought was important. He used his off time to become an unstoppable physical force, and the time spent with his mother made him an unstoppable mental force, as well. But he always knew there was another force at play when a blaster bolt barely missed him in a firefight. It was the only thing he trusted to watch his back.
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Henrik had always ridden solo. Whether he was transporting valuable information or items, or he was trying to make the Kessel Run in twelve parsecs, he had always gone alone until he met Heavy. The Heavy was large, considerably hairier than the average man, and wonderfully strong. He could always get Henrik out of a bad situation, and he wasn't too bad of a shot, either. Heavy always got him his deals, the people willing to trade were afraid of the mercenary who wielded a blaster and had glasses.
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Ah, the powerful Spy. Able to cloak himself with the Force, and a master with a lightsaber. He used to be good, to work for the Blus, until one day, a powerful person only known as The Administrator persuaded him to turn to the Reds. His former name was long forgotten to anyone except Johnny-Doe, who taught him the ways of the Force. He never knew that he had two darling sons. He only knew the hate that festered inside him, bred by the Administrator. He used to be able to feel things, when he was on Blu team. He had broken the rules, however, and had fallen for a lovely young woman. Their forbidden love led to the Spy turning sides.
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Tavish DeGroosian was a gambler and a drinker. Always had been, always will be. He wasn't gambling as much these days, but he could still be seen stumbling around Cloud City, drunk off his ass. He was somehow always drunk, but still able to think rationally. It was honestly an astounding feat, but he still wasn't as honest as everybody thought he was. He was willing to make a deal or two with the Spy, but he never really did. He also always had his trusty companion, Pyr-nub at his side. Nobody could understand what he was saying except for Tavish, but they didn't mind. They often joked around, and always fought together whenever a scuffle broke out. Pyr -nub was oddly obsessed with cute things, though, and that was all anybody really knew about him.
