Star Wars: Origins- Part 1 blog - AK151

Everything here is a figment of my imagination. Some of it openly conflicts with known Star Wars cannon, and I know this. Sorry if it bothers you. If people like it, I'll continue this. If not, then I'll still probably continue this. Anyways, read it if you want, and tell me what you think if you want. Enjoy! Also, some statistics about the ships may be off, they probably are. I'm not a Star Wars scientist. So what if I got the maneuverability of a freighter wrong, or so what if shields can't deflect asteroids? Shoot me.

P.S. DON'T.
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Aaron Karax grinned as he tested out his new ship, a Barloz-class freighter recently bought and repaired for his usage. He flew through the asteroid fields near his home planet of Kayburr, intent on pushing the ship to its limits. He was more than happy to relax after the massive troubles that plagued his planet since he arrived following the rise of the Empire. He gripped the controls of the ship, as if familiar with it already, a product of his flying experience, which had won the Republic numerous victories, and after that, Kayburr.

“Alright, let's see what you can do,” Aaron said to himself, putting the freighter through numerous maneuvers to test its agility. The ship jerked clumsily, and a few asteroids bounced off of the deflector shields.”

“Right, your not a fighter,” Aaron said to the ship, realizing that the freighter was no where near the caliber of the maneuvering capabilities of the fighters he used. He tested the weapon systems, blowing several asteroids out of the sky.

“At least those work,” he muttered, partially impressed with their performance. Suddenly, the sensors pinged. Aaron glanced at them, puzzled.

“What the hell is that?” he said to himself. The sensors read three contacts, approaching fast. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but they were noticed significantly close to the ship.

“The sensors should have picked them up sooner,” Aaron growled, punching in commands on the dashboard. The metallic voice of the ship AI installed on board to assist in piloting the ship clicked on.

“Incoming transmission,” it stated.

“Show it,” Aaron ordered. The monitor in front of him changed from the view of space to a video feed from the inside of one of the ships on the scanner.

“Unidentified freighter, we have you out-manned and out-gunned. Surrender your vessel, your personal, and cargo over to us immediately or be destroyed,” a business like voice ordered.

“Pirates,” Aaron muttered under his breath. To the pirates, he said, “you want my ship and cargo, criminal scum? Come and take it,” and he shut off the video feed. “Raise shields and arm weapon systems,” he barked to the ship's computer.

“Hostile craft coming into visual range,” the AI told him.

“Show me,” he replied. The monitor switched to several external cameras, showing five ships. Four fighters, with four prongs and a central cockpit in the middle of the prongs. Behind them was a freighter, smooth and sleek, with silver paint. It had two stabilizers bristling with laser cannons, missile launchers, and other weapons. Realizing he was outgunned, Aaron talked quickly, leaping out of his seat towards his weapon locker.

“Prioritize targets and fire weapons. Divert power to shields when necessary. Begin over-loading the engines.”

“Sir, overloading the engines will cause a critical system failure which will result in a chain reaction that will destroy the ship,” the AI responded.

“Just do it,” the captain replied. He opened the weapon locker and donned his battle armor, Kayburr made and tailored for him. The form fitting suit consisted of a round helmet with a visor resembling the Mandalorian “T” visor, albeit a bit slanted. The material of the suit was self-repairing, flexible, incredibly strong nano-weave. Guarding the chest was a ribbed plate of nano-weave, and the legs were protected by a set of greaves. The shoulders sported no pauldrons or other protection aside from the undercoat, and the arms were protected only by the undercoat as well. However, the arms sported two bracers, both of which had mounted on them two razor sharp retractable blades. The gloves were nano-weave as well. The entire suit was airtight and incredibly light-weight, but it's strength and durability were only outmatched by the Beskar'gam of the Mandalorians.

With his armor on, he reached inside and pulled out a silver cylindrical object. On one end were four sharp prongs, and on the other end was an even sharper eight inch long blade. He attached the vicious weapon to a belt on his armor and walked towards the airlock. The ship rumbled as it was struck repeatedly by laser blasts.

“Warning, shielding has failed. Hull integrity at eighty-nine percent,” the computer chimed as Aaron's pace picked up.

“Just a little longer,” Aaron muttered.

“Warning, hull integrity at forty-eight percent. Warning, engine failure eminent. Complete engine failure in forty-five seconds.”

“Damn it, no more time,” the pilot growled as he stepped into the airlock, “computer, open the main airlock.”

“Warning, this ship is not docked. Depressurization will occur if the airlock is disengaged.”

“Just do it!” Aaron shouted, “override code eight, seven, five, epsilon!”

“Override code accepted. Warning, releasing airlock clamps in twenty seconds. Warning, hull integrity at twenty-six percent. Warning, weapon systems failing. Warning, total engine failure in twenty-five seconds.”

Aaron braced himself for the imminent decompression, and readied his weapons, praying that his plan would work.

“Warning, releasing airlock clamps in ten seconds. Warning, hull integrity at twenty percent. Warning, total engine failure in fifteen seconds."

“Just a bit more...”

“Warning, releasing airlock clamps in two seconds. Warning, hull integrity at...” was all that Aaron heard before the airlocks disengaged and he rocketed out of the freighter.

One, two, three, four, five. He counted in his head. At “five” the ship burst into a brilliant ball of flame as the engines failed and went critical. The explosion knocked two of the fighters into the asteroids, destroying them. Aaron glanced at the remains of another fighter, the lone victim of his late freighter's weapons. His attention turned to the final fighter, which was circling the wreckage, not twenty meters from Aaron. He fumbled with a hidden switch on his wrist, aimed at the fighter, and shot off a grappling hook. His accuracy pinpoint from years of practice with it, the hook imbedded itself in part of the fighters hull. Pulling himself in, Aaron landed on the fighter. Pulling out his cylindrical blade, he slid a panel off, which revealed a red button. He pressed the button and a brilliant orange beam emitted from the four prongs. A lightsaber. Aaron cut a circular hole around the spot where the harpoon had struck. The cut complete, he wrenched the part of the hull off, and after a short but futile grapple with the pilot, who was unprotected from the vacuum of space, Aaron squeezed through the hole, keeping hold of the slab of metal that used to cover the hole with his grappling hook. When he got inside, he yanked on the cord, pulling the piece of metal back into place. He used his lightsaber to weld the metal back together, and the vacuum was gone. An alarm that was sounding during the decompression but impossible to hear due to the lack of oxygen shut off as the atmosphere in the cockpit of the fighter was recreated. Hoping the crew of the freighter didn't notice the attack, Aaron set the craft on a docking run with the corvette, which had been customized to act as a mothership, as if the fighter was a personal belonging. The fighter docked with the corvette, and Aaron leapt out, examining the ship. It wasn't extremely spacious, as most of it was filled with either ship weapons or contraband, stolen or otherwise. He held his lightsaber at the ready, prepared to confront the rest of the pirates.