The infamous ‘write my story’ game…

Rules of the game:

1. A small summary of the story will be given, you are to write the story in the way you deem it interesting, could be a regular text, a theatre play or even a fake chat RP.
   
2. We stick to Star Wars and its lore.
   
3. Time-wise setting has to be in the timeline of SW:tOR.
   
4. All elements given in the summary can be “hidden” from the reader as long as you don’t change the story.
   
5. Elements can be added as long as you don’t change the story.
   
6. It’s not a game about who will writte the longuest story, it’s about how do we, as different people, tell the same story.
   
7. Agent coming up with the best story won’t get a payraise, don’t even ask. ^_-
   
8. Please use this topic for feedback on the stories and questions if you have any.

Example:
Kog’dar and Prom are two friends that met to go to the Cinema on a Sunday evening.

You can hide it’s Sunday evening… who cares when they do go to the cinema anyway.
You can add Fiera, their common girlfriend though they don’t know about it.
You cannot say it’s Kog’dar and Han Solo because changing Prom into Han Solo would surely change the story too drastically, Han and Prom being two different people and also because Han Solo is not a consistent character within SW:tOR time line.
They cannot go see the latest James Bond movie…

I hope you got it now ^^,

So subject for this first story game is:

Kog’dar and Prom are two friends who haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. It was back in the day where they served together in the military. Prom’s going to the starport to welcome his friend when suddenly a bomb explodes…

LW's attempt!
Randomfeste's attempt!
Soude's attempt!

I'm gonna start the ball rolling and post in the story later today......if that's ok with you, Soude?

Go ahead, buddy!

Soude wrote:

Kog’dar and Prom are two friends who haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. It was back in the day where they served together in the military. Prom’s going to the starport to welcome his friend when suddenly a bomb explodes…

...showering the starport in flying shards of durasteel and splintering glass composites.
Prom dropped to the floor, covering his head from the flying scrapnel as parts whistled past his ear, barely missing him by inches.

Slowly opening his eyes did little good, too much smoke clouded his vision. Coughing, he waved his hand about frantically, trying to disperse some of the smoke so he could see what was going on. He could hear voices, people crying out in pain - not everyone had been as lucky as him. He tried to call out but found his throat was try, his lungs dangerously filling with smoke.

Gulping heavily to wet his throat he called out, raspy at first and then louder - searching for his friend.

"Kog'dar? Kogdar are you there?! Answer me if you can hear me! KOG'DAR!"

Soude wrote:

Kog’dar and Prom are two friends who haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. It was back in the day where they served together in the military. Prom’s going to the starport to welcome his friend when suddenly a bomb explodes…

The explosion throws Prom forward into the wall; a splitting pain throbs in his head as he looks around confused at the scene before his eyes. People were running back and forth their mouths wide. Suddenly the air is filled with laser fire a small contingent of guards rush in one leans against the wall next to Prom he fires a volley before yelling something to Prom. “What?! I, I can’t, I can’t” Prom’s vision began to fade as the guard was perforated by a volley of laser fire. Prom dreamt of a distant battlefield the air was thick with the smell of burning flesh and the air seemed electrified from the constant discharge of rifles. A thermal detonator dropped from the sky and rolled towards the trench he occupied. The explosion knocked him off the side of the trench causing him to tumble face to face with the corpse of his friend Kog’dar. “Wake up Prom, I can’t get you out of here myself!” the corpse’s words echoed booming louder and louder in his mind. Prom awoke to a Kog’dar crouched over him firing much as the guard who now lay lifeless beside him. “Well it’s about time, I thought you bought it back there; what’s this the third time I’ve saved you?” Prom rubbed his head and backed into the corner “Your three to my six Kog, what’ve you gotten me into this time?” Prom grabbed the pistol from the dead guard’s belt. “Look it was just some consulting” He leaned out from the wall to fire off a volley. “It’s because of that Naveer job we did back when.” Prom almost dropped his newly acquired weapon at the mention of Naveer “Oh of course why wouldn’t you tell people how to carry out that operation, good ole fashion terrorism; how could that ever lead to an event like this.” Kog’dar looked back at Prom. “Well let’s hope we can stop them before they get to the final stage.” Prom steeled himself for what was about to come, they would have to win or all of Coruscant would burn. “We’re getting to old for this” Proms voice was cold. “Yeah or maybe we’re getting to good at it.” Kog’dar’s voice cracked with laughter as he spun around the corner to fire another volley.


will be fun to see what else people will think of

Here's for me

Soude wrote:

Kog’dar and Prom are two friends who haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. It was back in the day where they served together in the military. Prom’s going to the starport to welcome his friend when suddenly a bomb explodes…

Prom stood up. Why did he end up on the ground anyway? Was he dribbling? He looked left and right and saw dead people and pieces of dead people. What the hell did happen? He raised his hand to wipe away the dribbling. It was warm and red maybe he wasn’t dribbling at all. There was also this horrible pain in his chest and he looked down to see a piece of metal through his own. Prom slowly sit down looking around once more. Was that a nightmare? Firefighters, nurses and doctors started to rush in the starport terminal where he was.

Memories began to come back he came here looking for Kog’dar. Ol’ buddy Kog’dar… He was somewhere here, wasn’t he? Prom tried to stand up but his legs wouldn’t move he looked down at his chest to realise what he’d just saw moments ago: he was bleeding… a lot.

Sound started to come back to his ears. The crying and yelling reminded him of war. Damn war! It has been a bloody mess and Prom had needed some times to “forget” it. Not that he indeed did forget it but the nightmares didn’t wake him up daily. Where was Kog’dar anyway? Doctor and a police agent stopped by him.

“Sir? You’re fine?”

“Think I’m bleeding?” He said with a distant voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with this!” and the doc started to do his work.

“Where is Kog’dar?”

“I don’t know. Who is Kog’dar? Your son?”

“No… Friend!” Speaking was painful or was that because of the doc’? “Stupid friend… Asked me… to come… long time no see.”

“All right. Where was he coming from?”

“Coruscant… If you see him… tell him… tell him… he still owes me a drink!”

The guard nodded and asked. “What does he look like?”

“Kel’dor…” Whispered Prom before fainting therefore he missed the gape of the security agent.

“Keep him alive, he’s maybe linked to that kamikaze. I’ll leave two men with him and he’s detained on suspicion of terrorism.”

By the time I trounced up to the top of the hill, it was too late. The nerf, one of the males, had been gutted from neck to groin, its entrails spilled out across the fresh, Alderaanian grass. I looked around, but whatever killed my faithful livestock had fled, along with the rest of the herd. I swore under my breath; I couldn’t afford to lose anymore cattle.

Heading back the house, I told the droid lifter to go out and clean up the mess, then hopped into my hunk-of-junk landspeeder. As usual the thing had to be coerced into starting. A few bangs on the left engine pod and it screamed to life. I set off, heading straight for Aldera Starport.

When I got there, the place was heaving with people, hundreds of different species rushing to and fro - hardly the kind of calm and serenity I was looking for when I moved out to Alderaan. It was the height of tourist season, I realised bitterly. Tourists and noise, the two things I hated the most.

After pushing my way through a gibbering family of Rodians, I managed to get to the café where I had agreed to meet Kog’dar. Quickly scanning the area, I found my old friend sitting alone at a table in the middle of the busy room, two tall glasses of caf already cooling down in front of him.
“You’re late!” he shouted (a little too loudly) after catching my eye. I was late, I realised; my dead nerf had held me up. I hurried up to Kog’dar’s table, who smiled warmly and stretched out his arms for an embrace. I obliged, and was shocked to realise the aging Twi’lek had retained his overbearing strength over the years. Physically crushed but still happy to see him, I slid into the chair opposite.

“Sorry buddy,” I shrugged, “I got held up with something at the farm.”

“Something wrong?” Kog’dar asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Nah,” I lied; Kog’dar didn’t make it to this system very often, I didn’t want to bemoan about all my troubles. I quickly changed the subject. “How’s life as a high-flying salesman treating you?”

“Meh, so-so,” he replied, nodding his head slowly. “These days the Empire is starting to crack down and giving Czerka Corp all the good contracts, I can barely make five percent on their controlled planets anymore.”

“Fracking Empire!” I growled, slamming my fist down on the table, “all they care about is credits and power.”

“Hey, easy up there partner,” Kog’dar said, smiling, “this isn’t Balmorra – the war’s over.”

“Hrm, so they say,” I mumbled. Kog’dar raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

“Look, it’s just I rumour but...”

“But what, Prom?”

“Maybe things aren’t as peaceful as everyone makes out.” I leaned over the table, conspiring. “I heard the Empire is bankrolling House Thul here on Alderaan, trying to challenge the Organas for the throne – who in turn are being backed by the Republic,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Ha!” Kog’dar threw is head back and laughed. “And you believe that?” he asked, smirking.

“Like I said,” I shrugged with one shoulder, embarrassed, “It’s just a rumour.”

“Listen, Prom, the galaxy is at peace now, and has been for ten years. I know you’re angry – hey, I fought in the war too, you know - but you need to relax a little, take it easy - maybe get off Alderan for a while, there’re too many bad memories here for you and me.” He was right, of course, but I couldn’t leave.

“I can’t leave the farm,” I said reservedly, crossing my arms. I wanted to change the subject again.

“And hey, the Empire ain’t all bad – if it weren’t for that plastine contract they threw me, I wouldn’t have got this fancy chair.” Kog’dar grinned from ear to ear and grabbed the sides of his repulsorlift chair, using its in-built control panel to manoeuvre it away from the table and around towards me, revealing his amputated legs, long ago blown off during the war. He jammed the joystick to the side and made the chair do a twirl.

After he had finished he chair routine, we talked for an hour or more, a little about politics, a little about sport and a lot reminiscing about old times.

“What ever happened to Tinhead, anyway?” Kog’dar laughed, slapping his thigh. “That guy could drink juma juice after juma juice, and still couldn’t shoot any straighter! Haha!” My smiled faded.

“He was stationed on Coruscant - day of the treaty.” Kog’dar sighed and looked at his feet, suddenly full of sadness. We sat in silence for a while, until all of a sudden a rush of noise from the spaceport atrium swept into the cafe.

“What’s going on?” Kog’dar asked. I got to my feet and headed to the door, Kog’dar floated along behind me. At the cafe entrance, a mass of people milled around, blocking our way. All of them seemed to be looking up. “What are they looking at? I can’t see!” Kog’dar compained. I followed the crowds gaze up, towards a walkway running around the upper level of the building. Slowly marching in a tight formation across the walkway was a group of men, all armed and uniformed.

“House Organa troops,” I said. “They must be escorting someone important.” I went up on tiptoes, trying to get a better look. As I had guessed, in-between the soldiers I could catch glimpses of a woman keeping pace in the middle of the group. She was well dressed; probably a noble. The gathered crowd of people in the atrium, enraptured by the scene, all turned as one as the noble walked around the walkway and down to the ground floor. We were both pushed back as the mob made way for the group.

Suddenly, the whole building shook around us. From the middle of the crowd, at the bottom of the stairs, a pillar of flame and smoke erupted like a volcano, billowing towards the roof and rolling out across the ceiling. A large bang swept out from the epicentre, the force of it shattering the glass and cracking the walls of the building. The crowd panicked, scattering in different directions. Those in the atrium pushed into the cafe, while those in the cafe attempted to flee out into the atrium. Kog’dar and I were pushed outwards. Everywhere people were screaming, the smell of burning flesh filling the large room. A horrific creaking sound scratched on my brain. I looked up, just in time to see the walkway above come away from its fittings and fall down towards us.

***

A year later, I would stand by Kog’dar’s grave. I would bury him on Alderaan, knowing he had no other family to take possession of the body. In the attack on the spaceport, I lost an arm – Kog’dar lost a lot more. Maimed, I would have to invest in another droid to help on the farm, but when the attacks on the nerf continued, I would eventually go bankrupt. I would try to sign back up with the Republic, but they wouldn’t have me, citing both physical and personal issues as the reason. I would try to take a job in Aldera, but my depressive personality would result in me being fired. So, with no other option, I would stand by Kor’dar’s grave in the rain, holding a blaster in my good hand. I would take it, press it against my forehead and join my friend in oblivion.

Christ lol how dark xD its neat though