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Chapter 1
The Crash
"Dear Diary,
I fell asleep on a CLASS C interstellar freightship bound for the neutral zone today, it was named the Prayer...I woke up in a ditch with a headache."
There was a slight tingle as something warm pulled through his eye and rolled down the other cheek. A wild western wind blew over him with an uncomfortable sting of sand.
He was sitting himself up now, slowly regaining the senses lost during the crash.
There.
Down below in an island aflame sat the mangled remains of the Prayer. As he drew closer he had noticed several other bodies scattered before the wreckage. Some of them were an obvious fatality, the others were not so lucky.
He could no longer come near the flames for the heat grew unbearable. Anyone inside was surely dead, he had no doubt. There was a man-General Koran by his side, although he seemed more alert than Zip.
He was reaching out to him, yelling as it were but Zip's mind couldn't understand-didn't want to. However somehow he managed to grab the Labrador's paw, which whisked him further away from the crash site.
(7 days later)
It was early morning when the oppressive heat of day replaced a fridge desert breeze. Two men stood several paces apart, one of these was Zippo. Around them was a circle drawn into the sand. Now just beyond that boundary sat the rest of the survivors of The Prayer crash.
They were fighting each other as they had done since they arrived. The surge of power, a whoosh of yellow and green lightsaber clashed. It was bright enough to make everyone cringe and lean backwards.
Zoran's patient approach usually outfoxed Zippo's aggression (no pun intended). Although he fought like a young man with nothing help back, in this game of cat and mouse perhaps it wasn't strength but speed of mind.
He had made one fatal mistake and raised his saber above his head. Zoran took this opportunity to burn him once on the leg and the side.
Zippo had collapsed in pain and abandoned the lightsaber before he hit the ground. His long blonde hair covered his face in a tangle of golden locks. Through them though Zip could see the General's boots come closer.
The labrador's paw came down in a reassuring grasp of his shoulder, he helped him up as the Rebels cheered and laughed.
To be continued...