its over

bu-bye

person

“Yo man!”

Johnathan King heard a voice yell, he turned to face the direction of the call, as did about half of the people on the side walk. Turning his head he saw his buddy Juan, he an Juan went way back to High school. Johnathan's dad was a construction supervisor for a major construction firm. They had moved to Brazil in '91, Johnathan was fifteen, Juan was one of the first people he met and they had been friends since, his family had long since moved back to the states, but he Ex-patted, he had been really resistant to moving to Brazil when he was younger but it was impossible to get him out for much over a month now. He worked a lot of different gigs he was currently a freelance photographer and writer. The pay was good, and he got to go all over the place.

“Hey Juan!” replied Johnathan smiling.

“Sup man been like a month since I've seen you where you been?”

“I've been stateside with my family.”

“Nice, you wanna go grab a burrito and catch up?”

That idea sounded good to Johnathan who had only had Taco Bell, and nothing made with dog for well over a month.“Sure, where?”

“Um, well there is a vendor a couple blocks down,” said Juan helpfully.

“Sounds good I'm up for a little food poisoning.” Johnathan said with a wink.

Juan laughed, “You know it man.”

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These are chars from the story my dad and I are writing, well so far 'I' am writing it all.

I hope I can keep posting *hopes he doesn't slow down*

person number one

Dr. Paul Gonzales sat in his car outside of the hospital. He lit his pipe and commenced to smoke it. He finished his pipe, rolling down the window to dump the ashes out he thought how funny it was that an entire generation of kids were growing up, not knowing where that term came from. For them rolling down a window involved pushing a button.

Paul climbed out of his car, it was a '69 GTO and he loved it. He locked the door and shut it. He bent over in the window glass checked his tie and suit, after making sure he looked good he stepped up the curb, but four quarters in the meter, and walked into the rotating door.

Smiling at the receptionist as he walked in he rounded the corner to the elevator wall he pushed the up button lightly once. He was a patient man and people that mashed buttons to make things come faster was one of his pet peeves. He heard the familiar elevator “bing” and the clunk of the doors opening. Paul stepped in the elevator, he pressed the button for floor fifteen. The door rolled shut and he was alone, with an infinite numbers of him in the reflecting glass just all the Pauli and the muzak alone for the forty-five second ride. Feeling the elevator slow down he stepped up to the doors, the elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors rolled opened. Stepping out of the elevator he held the door for a mother pushing her child in a stroller.

Good deed number one for today, Paul told himself as he turned down the hall to his office.

hey 

More from the Ethan literary crap factory!

Timothy Young walked into the tavern, he had heard there was someone looking for a trip off world, and they were willing to pay big to do it fast and quiet. Seeing the only female in the establishment he walked over to her table.
“You Heidi Weller?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I do,” replied Timothy sitting down at her table.
“Ah.. and you are?” Heidi said crossing her arms across her chest.
“A captain of a small fast ship that will get you off this god forsaken rock.”
“Wonderful when can we leave?” Heidi asked thumbing towards a crate and a duffel bag.
“Right now.”
“Very well, lets leave right now,” she picked up the duffel and shouldered it, he picked up the crate and they walked out of the tavern and outside, where Timothy's quad bike was waiting he put the crate on the back an lashed it on. He sat down on the seat and fired the quad bike up. Heidi sat down behind him and they sped off outside of town where Timothy's ship The Wild Card.
It was Mantis class freighter, similar to a Firefly class it. It has more jagged lines and it came with basic weaponry. The weapon mounts come from underneath giving the the appearance of a preying mantis. It was a much newer version of the Firefly. It also had another set of VTOL engines for faster movement in atmosphere.

sorry

please pardon the bad punct, and lack of spacing, blogger does that when I cut and paste have a fun placeto!

'nother morsel!

Thrak walked into the bar, smoothing his hair down as he surveyed the room, seeing that most of the patrons in this lovely squalled pit were packing heat he surmised it would not be a good day to be rowdy. So he walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, he took his drink to a table near the door. Thrak sighed as he brushed the filth off the bench, he had only been sitting for only a few seconds before a rodian conman picked him out for a sucker.
“Hello there, may I sit here?” Pointing at the seat across from Thrak.
“No skin off my back.” Thrak drank some of his drink, whatever it was it tasted like gammorran armpit sweat.
“Would you lik...”
“No.” Thrak cut him off gruffly. “Look mate, I just wanna drink then get on my ship and leave. So if you don't mind, leave before I stick a stun dart in your neck.” Thrak said dangerously.
“Hey I don't want any trouble,” said the rodian shrugging and getting up quickly.
After the Rodian left he saw some one come in he got up and walked over to her..
“Hello miss it would appear that you are in need of a transport,” said Thrak as he bent down to pick up one of her bags.
“Yes I am, thank you when do we leave?”
“There is a little matter of credits.”
“I shall address that after we are off this... planet.”
“Alrighty, not fond of this piss pot myself, whats your name?”
“I'll tell you once we are in the air,” she picked up her other bag saying, “I have some cargo too.”
“How much cargo is some?”
“Four crates.”
“Of.. never mind my ship is second to the last bay, D-3, here is a one use key get in settle down and wait I will be there as soon as I can, where is this cargo?”
looking up from her datapad she said “On its way to your cargo bay,” she smiled and walked out.”
“One hell of a girl, Barkeep, something strong, very.”
“Yes sir,” the bartender turned around and started to pour a drink, that appeared to Thrak to contain fourteen different liquors.” Laying the drink down he smiled and said, “Good luck with that mate, please pay me before they take you off.”
“Here ya go,” said Thrak handing the man hundred credits.
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“Ok so whats your name?”
“Fossi, what is yours?”
“Thrak, and whats in those crates?”
“Stolen Imperial goods.”
“Lovely ok and please do tell me how did you aquire said goods?”
“I took them as a going away present.”
“Going away? Just tell me later I wanna
get out of here.”
Thrak walked up to the cockpit of his freighter. Sitting down at the controls he heard Fossi walk in behind him.
“I'm a pilot ya know.”
“How could I you never told me, how about you take us out while I go take a look see at those goods of yours.”
“Fair enough.” Fossi strapped in and fired up the ship.
Wing commander Daril Franz was angry and rightly so, he had one of his best pilots missing probably deserted with top secret weapons systems, this was not gonna look good, and he knew it. He had to get this snafu under control before word got up the chain.
“Where is she dammit! I am surrounded by completely worthless dolts!”
“Sir we are trying but she could be almost anywhere.”
“Try harder or be ready to leave.... permanently, or maybe I'll get you put on Galos-4 I heard they where having major problems with there heating cores I'm sure you would be welcomed there.”“Yes sir!” the officer saluted snappily and walked quickly from the room.
Daril slammed his fist down on his desk, looking at his holo screen flicker he had an idea. He typed for a few minutes then leaned back and smiled smugly.

Jello!

Hey If Any One Is Reading My Blog Please Submit Some Story Ideas, I Can't Thing of Anything To Write.

heres a little of my other story and I have scrapped the one i posted b4

“Ok, everybody into the boarding craft, move move!”“Yes sir!” replied the ten men in his first wave attack team.They were being sent to help overtake a small blockade runner. Thrak and his team would see the hardest fighting, but they were the best and had seen much worse combat than they anticipated to find on this small blockade runner. Thrak had some small idea about what was going on but the rest of the team, they also had no idea why this small ship was worth a huge star destroyer like the Devastator's time, it was hardly a star destroyers mission to bother with such insignificant rebel scum. Especially when you consider the commander of this ship was non other than Darth Vader himself.“Everybody strapped in?” Thrak asked as he fastened his five point harness.There was a nodding of helmets. The TIE boarding craft took off out of the hanger.“Ok standard attack formation, we shouldn't be fighting many real soldiers. I am guessing mostly blaster pistols I want all of you back alive we also have a special objective, we need to find a Princess Leia, apparently she is the reason for all this crap. So lets find her, so we can get back to our very important other business, like napping,” Thrak said smiling but his voice unit barely betrayed a small amount of emotion.The boarding craft slammed against the side of the blockade runner and the TIE's hatch mounted laser cutters sliced through enemy ship's entry hatch. The door blew in and the stormtroopers ran into the hall firing their weapons. Thrak nailed a rebel almost immediately, his bunkmate, and friend Juat Kalia was shot and was critically wounded.“Medic! I got a man down!” Thrak shouted though his helmets closed comm system. He took aim and hit another rebel and killed him. The teams medical officer moved from the back to give aid to the fallen troopers.“Ok lets keep going, anyone else wounded? ok you three come with me, reload and lets roll. “On me on me! Fire at will, but Lord Vader wants the princess alive.”“Roger that,” replied the remaining stormtroopers.“Ok the rest of the soldiers have boarded it is only a mop up operation now, lets keep moving. Over there!”Princes Leia pulled a blaster but Thrak was faster he shot her with a stun ray and she fell onto the ships deck.“Alright pick her up lets get her to Lord Vader.”Two of the stormtroopers picked up a Leia and carried her out of the Tantive IV and into the Devastator's hanger bay.“We'll take her from here. Thank you, and good work,” said a high ranking Devastator official.“Alright move it to the gear room. I will catch up with you guys later.”The remaining stormtroopers walked off, as Thrak waited for the MedVac team to come off so he could see how his wounded men where he knew that two had died, and he was hoping that Juat was alright though he feared the worst he saw were the bolt impacted and he was pretty sure Juat wasn't going to make it, then two MedVac troopers came off the ship Thrak walked up to them and asked“Have you guys seen a guy, I.D. code IF-483 name Juat Kalia.”“Yeah, he is in Medbay B-17.”“Thank you, I need your lead man in debrief room ASAP,” said Thrak after he took off his helmet. “Hey do you have a narc?”“Yeah sure you look like you need one,” the medic said reaching into one of his belts pouches and handing Thrak a narc pack.“Thanks I'll see you later.” Thrak said as he walked towards the adjacent debriefing room.___________________________________________________“Alright good work out there soldiers we accomplished our mission with a minimum of casualties. We lost a total of seven soldiers but we killed or captured twenty-five rebel forces. Not including a rather large thorn in the side of the Empire Princess Leia Organa. I need a written report from all the team leaders starting with Alpha team, going to Gamma, and then one from the Medic teams.” said Commander Jaimon as he handed out datapads with the 501 combat report preloaded on them. After filling out his form Thrak sat next to the Medic team leader.“How is Juat looking?” Thrak asked leaning back in his chair.“Not to good I am afraid I don't know if there is anything we can do for him. Given enough time the Bacta tank he is in will heal him but that takes time, if he has a lot of will power and luck he could make it.”“Thanks I'm going down to see him I'll catch you later.”Thrak walked out of the room and down the hall to the nearest turbolift. He got into the turbolift and punched in the floor that the medbay was on.Thrak walked out of the turbolift and into the medbay. He past eight wounded soldiers on his way to Juat's Bacta tank and thought Why do we fight? Why did we join? There is no draft, all of us joined of our free will, was it for the honor? Or was it for something else? Like a need to protect the galaxy. As I see more and more combat and as I mature, I am less and less sure of why I fight. I trust less and less the motives and methods of the Empire.“Hey Juat!” how's it going?“How do you think it is going?”“Like crap.” replied Thrak with no humor in his voice.“Right on the head. Anyway did we complete the mission?”“Yeah, I have a question for you.”“Shoot, or rather don't,” Juat said smiling.“Why did you join?”“My old man made me.”“When do you get out?” Thrak asked sitting down on a chair a Med droid brought him.“Next year, if all goes well. How about you?”“Well I was planning on careering it but lately I just don't know. It seems the Empire gets shadier and shadier as time wears on, maybe they were always like this, maybe it has started just recently. Take the Wookies for instance....” There Juat cut him off saying“They are just animals, Look at them I mean....” here Thrak cut Juat off saying.“Have you ever seen Kasyykk? Have you ever seen a Wookie family? Have you ever seen where they live? They build houses they make weapons, real energy based weapons, whole towns build in the trees. No you haven't,” Thrak said with a icy edge.“Point taken on the Wookies but saying things like that is going to get you in trouble. I like you I hope you like me I have turned a blind eye to the Empires tactics and methods. No I don't agree with some of what they are doing, all I have seen of Wookies is what the Empire has put in my head,and what I have seen in bar fights.”“Just forget it look I need to go. Get better and don't die or I'll have you demoted,” said Thrak getting up.“Yes sir,” replied Juat with a smile.______________________________________________________