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Adrift; A Star Wars Fan Fiction Story

14 Nov

Adrift; A Star Wars Fan Fiction Story
By Ray Daley
2/1/14

A team of Imperial troops has been sent to investigate a Star Destroyer that has mysteriously stopped responding to hails two weeks ago, and is drifting powerless in space.

“Bring the Captain in please,” ordered Grand Moff Yetin.

“I’m sorry sir but I can’t do that,” replied Lieutenant Dreff across the comm channel.

“Why not Lieutenant?” demanded Yetin.

“Because he’s dead sir. I can send for the Sergeant, he compiled the report for you sir,” explained the Lieutenant. He was glad he wasn’t there on the Super Star Destroyer to brief Grand Moff Yetin in person. The man scared him witless, even more so than Lord Vader himself.

“Very well, bring the Sergeant over to see me now,” said Yetin. He read the report for the seventh time, hoping that the Sergeant would have more to add than what had already been described in the official briefing. It simply wasn’t acceptable, sending one hundred and twenty-eight men on a seemingly simple mission to have only one return alive. Especially such highly trained troopers.

The view screen flashed up a status report, the shuttle was on its way.

*

“Why am I here sir? I already filed my report,” said Sergeant Jessyk.

“Grand Moff Yetin would like to hear it from you himself, Sergeant,” explained Lieutenant Dreff as they walked towards the briefing room.

“I was promised a furlough sir, you know that,” said Jessyk.

“And you will get it, once Grand Moff Yetin is fully satisfied with your briefing. Just tell him what you saw. Go through, Sergeant Jessyk. You don’t want to keep him waiting,” said Lieutenant Dreff, motioning to the briefing room door.

“You aren’t coming with me sir?” asked Jessyk.

“No Sergeant. It was you he wanted to see. No-one else,” replied Dreff, with some relief at not having to face the old man in person. It was bad enough to have been called aboard his ship.

*

Grand Moff Yetin looked up as he heard the sound of boot heels clicking to attention.

“Sergeant Jessyk, reporting as ordered sir!”

Yetin looked the man up and down, apart from the shoulder flash denoting his rank, the Sergeant was indistinguishable from any other Stormtrooper. Apart from one minor factor. Jessyk stood at attention with his helmet in his left hand.

“I’m not happy with this report Sergeant,” said Grand Moff Yetin, matter of factly.

“It’s everything I remember sir, it may not be as an officer would report, as it’s a task I’m not completely familiar with sir. I tried my best, with the assistance of Lieutenant Dreff,” Jessyk said.

“It’s not the layout Sergeant, it’s the content. I still don’t truly believe it. Perhaps you can explain to me in your own words how one hundred and twenty-eight fully armed, well trained men can board an empty ship and all but one is killed?” asked Yetin.

“I’m not a coward sir. I stood and fought with the company. It was hopeless sir, an impossible task. I realised someone had to get back here and report the facts, try to prevent any further losses to the Empire sir,” said Jessyk.

“I’m not questioning your bravery Sergeant. I’m more than aware of your record,” said Yetin.

“I’m not a clone sir, I’m human, I chose to join the Empire. Like you,” Jessyk said.

“I know Sergeant. There was no need for you to remove your helmet but the gesture was appreciated,” replied Yetin.

“I didn’t do it to show you I was human sir. I wanted you to be able to look me directly in the eye and know I was telling you the truth sir,” said Jessyk.

“Thank you Sergeant, it’s good to know some men still understand the need for personal integrity. Now can you explain to me, exactly what happened?” asked Yetin.

“It’s as the report says sir. Our ship found the Interceptor drifting in open space, it was showing no lights, any signs of life or even internal power. On landing we sent out an astromech droid to secure a forcefield and establish power with the portable generator. Prior to that, the whole ship had been open to space. No air, all vacuum.

Section by section, deck by deck we secured each area until we reached the engineering bay and managed to restart main power and started to gradually restore full life support to all sections. The security console showed one life sign on the bridge, which we knew to be impossible. On account of the fact that we hadn’t restored life support to that part of the ship yet. So the Captain took three platoons to go up and investigate what he assumed at the time was an erroneous signal.”

Jessyk paused.

“Please continue Sergeant,” asked Yetin.

“Of course sir, I was just taking a moment to gather my thoughts. My squad remained behind in engineering to supervise the powering up of the remaining sections of the ship, the rest of our platoon checked the lower decks for any signs as to why the ship had been set adrift. I heard the Captain call for reinforcements from our platoon over the comm so we ran up to join them on the bridge.

By the time we got there only one Corporal was still alive, firing at something inside the bridge. He told us they had all gone onto the bridge and found what they said looked like a man standing by the helm controls, trying to fly the ship. The bridge was still a vacuum sir! When they tried to approach, he opened fire on them. He killed all the others sir!”

Jessyk started to breath heavily, clearly still frightened by the recollection.

“This was just one man, was he some kind of bounty hunter?” asked Yetin.

“No sir. Some of us managed to score a few direct hits on him. But he took all the others out sir, no matter where we shot him, he just kept coming. He wasn’t a man at all sir, where we’d hit him we could see that he was some kind of droid with metal robotic limbs. His eyes were red, like a mech. But his skin and hair looked so real sir, if you’d seen him you would have sworn he was as human as you or I,” Jessyk looked into the eyes of Grand Moff Yetin.

“Carry on Sergeant Jessyk,” said Yetin.

“It was clear we couldn’t hope to overcome it, or kill it. Whatever it was, probably some new kind of Alliance weapon we thought sir. So I did the only thing we could do, you understand sir. I couldn’t let the Rebels take the Interceptor intact so I set the engines on overload and took off,” Jessyk explained.

“And blew up an Imperial Star Destroyer,” said Yetin.

“Rather than let it fall into potential enemy hands sir,” said Jessyk.

“And was this thing destroyed Sergeant?” asked Yetin.

“I believe so sir. My scans of the area found no wreckage any bigger than a few particles in size. Whatever it was, it was completely vaporised,” said Jessyk.

“Very well Sergeant. That will be all,” said Yetin.

“Sorry to ask sir, but I was promised a furlough?” Jessyk knew he was pushing his luck.

“Yes, that request will be honoured Sergeant. Please go with Lieutenant Dreff, he’ll make sure everything is seen to,” replied Yetin.

Jessyk replaced his helmet and snapped to attention once more and said, “Thank you sir!”

Yetin hurried the man out of the briefing room and rushed over to the holo-panel the instant the door was sealed. “Lord Vader, I have the report you requested.”

“Was the test a success?” asked Vader.

“All but one man killed by the Terminator, my Lord. The machine was destroyed when they blew up the vessel,” said Yetin.

“There must be no witnesses. You understand?” said Vader.

“Yes Lord Vader. The order will be given,” replied Yetin as the image of Darth Vader faded away to nothing.

Yetin opened the comm channel. “Send the following to Lieutenant Dreff, permission to Sergeant Jessyk for permanent furlough received from Lord Vader.”

THE END.

Authors Notes:- The opening section in italics was a writing prompt from reddit.
All technical data taken from:- http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stormtrooper

I thought it’d be quite interesting to try and do a Star Wars/Terminator cross-over. It wasn’t easy to do without revealing the Terminator until the end but I hope people enjoy reading this.

Legal Stuff.

Star Wars, Stormtroopers, Darth Vader and Imperial Star Destroyers are all the copyright of The Walt Disney Company.

The Terminator is copyright of Pacificor.

All other characters and scenarios are my own creation, this is a work of fan fiction written under Fair Use terms of Creative Commons. No copyright infringement is intended.

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My First Band

21 Oct

My First Band

It was probably late 1980, I was in junior school. We’d just become fourth years. And Two Tone was the big thing. I lived in Coventry, so our city was suddenly the centre of the musical world. We liked what we heard, and some of us wanted to do more than just listen to music.

We wanted to be in a band.

I’m not sure exactly how it happened, someone maybe told a teacher that we had a band that did a few songs, suddenly we were asked to perform at an assembly one day. So we had to practise. There were about twelve of us in the band at one point, people sang, some of us danced. I wrote words and stole other people’s tunes.

We were called “The Boys In Blue“. No reference to The Police, though they were just breaking through at the time.

We had three songs.

The Boys In Blue Theme. Basically we sang, “The boys in blue are after you,” repeated it about 50 times then stopped. It was hardly Ivor Novello winning stuff.

Scooter. One of the lads looked a bit like Scooter from The Muppets so I wrote some words. “There’s a man over there with glasses in his hair, Scooter. He’s got cuts on his face and he looks a disgrace, Scooter.” Sung to the tune of “I can’t get no satisfaction” by The Rolling Stones. Again, hardly genius but it was creative.

Runaround. I can’t remember the words of this one really. Something along the lines of “All we do all day is run around, run around…” and the lads who normally danced ran around behind us as we sang.

We somehow managed to persuade a teacher to let us practise in a classroom at lunch and breaktimes which was normally as massive no-no.

So we’d gather together, close the door and practise our three songs and dancing which lasted for about six minutes and change. Everyone came to practise, everyone worked really hard, everyone had a bloody good time and enjoyed themselves.

All twelve of us.

Then, come the day of the assembly at least three people were mysteriously off sick. Several other people suddenly lost their bottle and dropped us like a hot potato.

In the end I think five of the original twelve went on and actually performed in front of the assembly. We’d promised six minutes. If we did a minute, I’m a Dutchman.

We did about thirty seconds of The Boys In Blue Theme. We quickly fell apart from a mixture of fear and embarrassment and looked like complete tossers.

Suffice to say, no-one was ever asked to do anything like that again at an assembly.

But that was my first band. And we were SHIT.

Summing up Story A Day September

26 Sep

Just wanted to say I am now done with Story A Day September. It’s making me hate wanting to write, the complete reverse of what I wanted. I don’t think of it as a pleasurable thing now, just a chore I must get done before the end of the day.

Mentally, I’m not suited to writing like this.

I’ve struggled for ideas, I’ve struggled to start and struggled to finish.

I wrote 23 stories. Lots of them are very shit.

I wrote a total of 32018 words, an average of 1392 words per day.. Considering I won’t be doing the full month, that’s pretty decent.

My best was day 11 where I wrote 3190 words.
My worst was day 1 where I wrote 500 words.
Obviously this doesn’t include all the days where I wrote nothing.

What have I learned from trying this?
I’m not suited to writing every day. It’s embittered me and made me less creative. My ideal writing wheelhouse is once every 2 or 3 days.

What am I going to do with those 23 stories?
Yesterday’s is being deleted straight away. It wasn’t written for release or even to be read. It was written as a catharsis which didn’t work. But it’s still getting deleted. It simply didn’t do what I wanted from it.

As for the rest, I’ll keep them and see if they look better in a few months.

I won’t be attempting this exercise again.

Heathen, a poem

15 Sep

Heathen, a poem (by Ray Daley)
14/9/17

I am heathen, hear me roar,
Please don’t knock upon my door?
I’m not strange, nor am I odd,
Don’t want to talk about your God.
I won’t hear anything you say,
Too busy wishing you’d go away.
I’m not bad, my heart is pure,
A heathen lives behind this door.

THE END.

What’s currently in submission #6

31 Aug

As the last of these was in July, I thought it was time for an update.

What’s currently out in submission?

The Concentration Camp (subbed to Persistant Visions)
The Dionesian Wave (subbed to When You’re Strange (CASFWG))
Even Stevens (subbed to AE)
Junkie (subbed to Blind Spot)
An Improper State Of Mind [subbed to Mind Candy]
Lost Children (subbed to With Painted Words)
Rumpelstiltskin; The Early Years (subbed to Timeless Tales)
A Head Of Steam (subbed to Fantastic Trains)
Witch Hunt (subbed to Weird Book)

Some writing related news

29 Aug

Thing #1 – My story “The Catch” will be live on the Were-Traveler website this weekend. I’ll put up a link as soon as I get one.

Thing #2 – I signed a contract with Insignia for an anthology appearance with them recently. More news when I know they are going to press. I just read & returned edits on the story. I’m very happy with it.

Both of the above are paying gigs. Neither are huge pay days but a cheque is a cheque.

Thing #3 – I’ve had a story accepted into The Fairytale Collection: The Knight Sky.

Thing # 4 – I’ve also had a story accepted into an anthology which will be a Guinness World Record. I’ll be getting a certificate for it and everything! Providing we make the numbers by the end of the month. We have ALREADY broken the current record but we’re looking to destroy it.

The Little Boat (Poem)

24 Aug
The Little Boat, by Ray Daley
25/8/14

Sitting in my little boat, I will need my overcoat,
If I sink or if I float, I will sail my little boat.
The little boat; it is my life, the stormy sea; the waves of strife,
They can sink me if they must, In myself I know I trust.