Starwars in our galaxy

[Writer]

With unexpected suddenness, Ana lunged for Trent. The handcuffs snapped, a fact that surprised everybody, including Ana herself, but she refused to let it affect her. Her lunge was the cue for the trooper to enter. Ana had her arms and legs wrapped around Trent when the trooper entered, seeming to fire randomly around the room.

 

The first shot hit Ana in the back and she gave a cry of pain. Her arms and legs released Trent and she fell to the ground, leaving Trent unprotected...

 

 

((As I've said in a few other RPGs I'm in, I'll be gone until March 28... have fun without me, but don't kill off my characters! ))

[Curt-Man]

Trent dove and drew his gun firing multiple shots at the stormtrooper, which all hit but to no affect, Trent kept firing but then the storm trooper shot him right in the face...

[guybroom]

Troezen thought for a moment.

 

"We couldnt stop the war, so we only had one option - which was to join it. Many people have been killed, but how many more people would be killed if we dont try to protect them? Yeah, I might be in here, but at least I'm not dead."

[Curt-Man]

Trent woke up.

"Noo!" Trent just bokre down crying and fell to his knees, he stopped, sniffed got up and started going nuts, whacking his head into the walls shaking the cell bars.

"i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! make it stop! stop it!" he screamed at the top of his lungs then stopped and fell to his knees again and started sobbing.

[jokemaster]

"We're getting some response. This may be it. Cue the final scenario"

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An imperial officer, the same one who had killed Trent, walked in.

"Sleeping late again? Come out here we need help with the prisoners." The officer led him outside, where a concentration camp-like enviroment awaited, with his ex-squadmates from the last dream, Ana, and the guard he had shot as prisoners, being tortured.

[Curt-Man]

"huh, what i'm so, no, no this can't be true!" Trent fell back on his butt and then started backing away. "No, it isn't possible, i don't want to go through this again, please! please kiill me! i can't stand it any longer, i want to die! i hate the Empire! i hate the Republic! and i hate this war! i only want my girlfriend back! please let me have Victoria back!"

[jokemaster]

"Check the database for any info on the girlfriend. With luck we can get her here."

The technicians started searching the database. Meanwhile on-screen Trent's brain-waves were almost to the limits. As he screamed, it suddenly retracted back to normal.

"All right. It seems like he's done for. Knock him out and bring him to the infirmary. The real one."

A man behind Trent, out of his view shot him with a stun-bolt, and he was carried to the infirmary. Meanwhile the holo-disuises shut down and everyone started moving the props and the scenery away, revealing a huge empty warehouse.

[Writer]

"When did the war start?" Breia asked, barely audible over the noise. She sat up again and her shirt fell away from her neck, revealing an odd looking necklace... or was it a necklace? It was wrapped tightly around her neck and did not move as she sat up. She fingered it gently, as if wondering what it was, but did not speak as she waited for Troezen to answer her question.

 

 

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"That was quite impressive," Ana told Greg. She had just left the empty warehouse, but had stayed until it was entirely empty. With all the falsified images, I almost believed what I saw."

 

Changing subjects quickly, she said, "I was never too interested in watching the news, so I'm not entirely sure why we're in a war. If I'm going to fight my best, I'd like to know how this started. Would you mind explaining?"

[guybroom]

Troezen looked for a moment at the thing around Breia's neck. He carfully touched it to be sure.

 

"That looks like a -- a -- restraining collar" He thought for a moment. "Why did they put one on you but not me?"

 

He sat thinking. "I could try to get it off you if you want."

[Writer]

Breia frowned and shook her head. "I was wondering what it was... see if you can get it off, but make sure we can make it look like it's still on."

 

Suddenly the seemingly endless noise stopped and the door burst open. Both Troezen and Breia were restrained. An Imperial commander entered the cell and approached Breia.

 

"Hello, pretty girl," he hissed. "Care to give us a little informatoin?"

 

"What do you want?" she gasped, squirming against the hands that held her. He jabbed a knife through her left arm and she screamed.

 

"Where's your friend?" he demanded. Breia was sobbing uncontrollably now, but she still insisted that she didn't know what they were talking about.

 

"Surely you know Alexandra Menon," he said, his voice dripping with disgust. "After all, she was the one who called you to this weakling planet."

 

For a second, Breia stopped squirming. Then, she emitted a low growl. "I'll never tell you what you want to know. You'll never find her."

 

"Oh, we'll find her," the commander smirked. "And then both of you will die."

 

The men holding Troezen and Breia released them and left the cell, shutting their prisoners in again. The heavy rock music started again.

[Curt-Man]

Trent woke up feeling groggy, he opened his eyes and saw what looked like an infirmary, he was restrained by simple ropes, he started to try to break out of them anyway, he was violently shaking when some doctors and nurses came running over trying to calm him down.

"thisi i real! calm down, we are all real, your back in the real world now! please calm down!"

"no! i can't" he was still shaking, less because people were holding him down "this isn't real, none of it is! its never real, everytime i wake up!" he steadiliy got louder.

"I JUST WANT VICTORIA!" he yelled as loud as he could.

[Writer]

Ana entered the room, her eyes blazing. "Shut up, Tent!" she shouted. "We're working on finding Victoria for you. Any other information you can give us about her will help in finding her."

 

 

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Breia grimaced and gripped the spot on her arm that the knife had entered, trying to stop the bleeding. She ripped off part of her shirt sleeve and began trying to tie it around her arm. While she was occupied in this way, she glanced at Troezen.

 

"When this is stopped, I want you to see about this collar," she said. "We have to make it look like it's still on, while allowing me to perform to my full potential when they return... and they will return."

[guybroom]

"They've done this before to you?" He said "I can protect you next time. I wasnt expecting it though and my force abilities are weakened some how in here."

 

He walked over to Breia and looked at the collar. "This shouldnt be too hard. You probably couldnt get it off yourself because the angles you have to get your hands into cant be done from the wearer."

 

Troezen played around with the collar for a few moments and it came undone and fell off the neck.

 

"I can put this back on so that you can perform to your full potental, this might sting for a moment." He put it on her again loosly and he did not turn it on.

 

"So who were they talking about?"

[Writer]

"Alexandra Menon," Breia answered. "When we get out of this, I'm sure you'll get to meet her."

 

She described what Alex looked like and it brought a picture of Ana to Troezen's mind. Then, she said, "She's been here on Earth for some time now and I was supposed to meet up with her... she's probably worried sick by now."

 

She thanked Troezen for his work on the collar. "Because of that," she said, "you won't have much of a need to protect me."

 

Standing up, she said, "My name is Breia Blaine. The planet I was born on is not Tatooine. It is called Toren and is neither in your galaxy nor this Earthen galaxy. But I'll tell you more later. Now is the time to be prepared to escape."

[Curt-Man]

"don't tell me to shut up ya damn wanker! if this is real, you do not know what i've bloody been through, so sod off! she lives at my house, 21 callowhill dr.! if she isn't there she'll be at either her mothers or brothers her mother lives at 8 lavington rd and her brother lives at 75 tynvale ave! thats all i know!" he started crying "please, i love her so much, i don't want anything to happen to her!"

[jokemaster]

PRE-Trent waking up

"Long story. Since the empire came here, a lot of little guerilla groups started coming in. Then one day we found an injured Jedi. We helped him recover, and steal a ship from the imperials, and he gave us a one-way transmitter. Recieving only. With that, we got more information, and started being able to sneak in Republic soldiers. We also started joining up with more and more guerilla troops. Today was a big day, the same thing we did here other groups did all over the world."

 

Trent started screaming then. Greg paid attention to what he said.

 

"All right. You two go, NOW!" Ordered Greg to two of the soldiers who had participated in the deception.

[Writer]

"We'll do everything we can to make sure nothing happens to her," Ana said soothingly. "Try to relax."

[Curt-Man]

Trent was still thrashing but not as much anymore, then he stopped, he wa thinking of the good times with her and he fell alseep again, dispite that his ankles and wrists were bleeding because of his thrashing.

[guybroom]

Troezen thought. "That's Ana." he said "I know her. We fought side by side just before I was brought here." He was confused now. "A different galzaxy? That's unexpected. She acted like she was from Earth - really acted like it. Good actress i guess."

 

Suddenly the door burst open and some Imperial officers came in with a small plate with two slices of bread and two glasses of water.

 

Troezen force pushed the officers and then he waited. Breia said he wouldnt need to protect her. He wanted to see what she could do. She didnt look the strongest of people he's ever seen.

[Writer]

"Small universe," Breia muttered after learning that Troezen had met her friend.

 

Then, as the two officers were knocked back against the wall, Breia brought her hands forward and released a powerful electric shock. The officers slumped to the ground unconscious. When this was done, Breia turned back to Troezen.

 

"The collar no longer serves a purpose," she said. "I want it taken completely off now."

[jokemaster]

((Mini-timeskip))

The two soldiers arrived at Trent's apartment. THey knocked on the door.

[Curt-Man]

Meanwhile over at Victorias apartment...

 

Victori had set up a barricade infront of her door with the shotgun pointed at the door, her side of the city had been relativly untouched compared to the rest of the city, she jolted when she heard a knock.

"who is it!" she demanded while motioning for her brother to get in position, her brother and her mom had both come to her apartment to get her, but she told them to stay, her brother only brought a pistol, it was all he had.

[jokemaster]

"Open up, Trent sent us to get you!"

[Curt-Man]

"Trent? he's alive? where is he, oh i mean come in!" Victoria said she stood up, she still had her brother pointing the gun at the door just incase.

[jokemaster]

The soldiers walked in and spoke quickly. "Come with us, we got trent, but he's in recovery. The empire brainwashed him, but we managed to counteract that. He wants to see you.