You are on a mission on Corellia, meeting with a contact about new medical supplies for the Kotahitanga-Unity Defense Force. While in Corulag, you are onboard a high-speed civilian tram, full of citizens going about their daily lives. Men, women, and children of several different species and background smile and laugh, or make small-talk about their day. Meanwhile, you relax, awaiting your next stop.
That's when the camera systems go dead, and the tram suddenly speeds up. Several of the people onboard draw masks over their faces, before hefting blaster rifles into the air and firing at the glowrods and panels of the ceiling. Shouting, they demand that everyone hit the floor, throw any datapads or comlinks away, and don't move. They mean serious business, they're heavily armed, and they clearly know what they're doing.
What they don't know is that you are a Jedi, and they picked the wrong tram.
Explore what happens. Communications are cut off at worst and unreliable at best, so you can't call for backup - and no clear reports of what you or anyone else does on the tram will emerge. Who are these invaders? What do they want, and how are you going to stop them? Show us a Jedi rushing to save the day, and - more importantly - show us the outcome of this horrible turn of events.
Fiction, 12 point font, any font you like. Minimum of 500 words.
First, second, and third will receive Third-Level Crescents. Entries will be graded on spelling and grammar, plot structure, continuity, and detail. Have fun!
1st place
Jason Hunter
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2nd place
Vivibelle Baenre
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