Star Wars: Revelations/ Chapter 1: Serenity of Naboo

Naboo. The sun lay down its beams and rays of light onto Naboo’s surface. Naboo, being one of the planets that the New Republic controlled, helped made soldiers of war find solace. The troops found it quite comforting due to the serenity of the scenery. Landfalls of crisp, clear water made their way down stream whilst daily sunsets made its own way passed the horizon. Leland, formerly a sergeant, now holding the rank of captain, stepped forward to observe those aspects of Naboo, right outside of Sobriety Base. He inhaled… and finally exhaled, enjoying what was left of freedom in the galaxy. Soon, Commanders Colly and Ganch stepped forward as well. Both with their helmets off, they replicated Leland in every sense.

“My homeplanet was like this. Peaceful, that is,” Leland began.

“Well, ours was NOT,” Colly replied in a silly tone, hoping to get a laugh from someone. Instead, he got a slight bonk from Ganch.

Leland looked back slightly, and turned his head back to face forward. He sighed, “Peace is hard to come by these days. Anyway, we’re expecting Lieutenant Wreckage to transfer you two over to his base of operations in the Mon Calamari system.”

On board a New Republic frigate, a human fighter by the name of Wreckage navigated his way towards Naboo. Along with Wreckage were two new recruits - Les Vander and Chuck McLui. They both giggled in the corner of the cockpit, causing Wreckage’s eye to twitch. He turned to them, “Alright, alright! That’s enough acting all creepy.”

“Sorry, my sir. We are just so excited to get started!” Les replied in his high pitched voice. Les resembled what Gold Leader’s helmet looked like, which consisted of a yellow grid. McLui had a red jumpsuit with a standardized rebel pilot helmet. The small frigate docked near Sobriety Base and the three troopers already stationed there approached.

Those three troopers could smell the exhaust fumes that were forced out of Wreckage’s vessel. The two clones put their helmets back on as Leland covered his mouth and nose. Les and Chuck raced each other towards the landing pad, leaving behind Wreckage who was walking at a moderate pace, had an expression that consisted of consistent eye twitching and chattering teeth. “Holy Coruscant! Those two fought in the Clone War!” Chuck announced to Les.

“Oh. My. Goodness. They are clones!” Les replied, ecstatically.

Wreckage stopped in his tracks. He closed his optics tightly for a few seconds. Leland observed this by leaning forward. Wreckage opened his eyes. “Dang it,” he murmured to himself. Spotting Captain Leland, he walked over with his head shaking at Les and Chuck. “Captain. It’s a pleasure.”

“Same here, Wreckage. I, on behalf of the New Republic, welcome you to our affiliation,” Leland replied, grabbing a hold of Wreckage’s right hand. “These are the two troopers that you will be assigned with.”

Colly excitedly walked over to Wreckage. “Hey there!”

“No! Not another one,” Wreckage complained.

“What?”

“Uh, nothing.” Wreckage went over to shake Ganch’s hand, but Ganch just simply nodded his head. “Alright. Let’s go.”

“Be well,” Leland informally ordered. Ganch nodded his head once again, almost unbeknownst to doing it.

“Bye, bye, Wreckage! We’ll miss you.”

Wreckage contemplated giving an unforeseen gesture to Les and Chuck, but his legs would not stop walking back onto the ship. Smoke and other fumes went out from the pipes of the ship once more. Leland covered his face one more time.

Hours travelling in the vessel felt as if they were days. Colly messed around with the Dejarik table, fiddling with the controls. Ganch gently rubbed a rag with some oils on it on his DC-15 blaster. Wreckage pressed a few buttons on the control console to activate autopilot and spun his chair around, still smirking at the fact that Les and Chuck were nowhere in sight. “So. Why did the Vong take you to Yavin 4?”

Ganch casually answered, “Well, I personally think-”

Colly interrupted, “We don’t know.” He smirked at Ganch who stared him down.

“Okay then. Let’s just -- wait a minute,” Wreckage’s attention span changed from one direction to another. Spinning his chair back around, he deactivated autopilot and leaned towards the dashboard of the bridge. Colly and Ganch moved in closer.

“What in the Hell is this?” Ganch slowly questioned, captivated by what he saw.

“A fate worse than death,” Wreckage responded as he heard banging from outside the bridge.