Heres my first story that i have cooked up.
The taxi driver.
A light shifted in front of me.My taxi turned on it side. I felt my hand jamming the control stick down to the left. The putrid air of Coruscant Sector-3-east filled my nose. The wind ripped at my face. I tried to warn my passenger, but nothing came out of the gaping whole in my face. In the moment of incoming death, my body went limp, not a cold kind of limp; but a ,"im about to die and i for some reason dont care", kind of warm
I heard my passenger try to scream. But the collapsing wall of my taxi speeder pressed against his side. No one even heard his last breath, the screaching of metal drowned out everything; even my hearing. Sparks and smoke hit my face like a Wookies fist. My last glimpse before everything suffocated my senses, was of a fast approuching ground; it wasnt really the ground, it was the top of a huge trash compacter.
What better way to die, then in your own refuse?
* * * * * *
"He's a goner. Turn this junk around. The stench here is hurting my eyes." A large burly man in the co-pilots seat said.
The man controlling the ship ignored the dolt beside him. "We're not leaving 'till i see his charred bones. We cant have old Kee-Polg getting angry at us again." The co-pilot sighed, gazing at the blazing ship below them heading fast and steady toward, "bottom", as the workers here used to say.
The hunt was near its end...
The ship hit the compacter. Its follower pulled up. No flames erupted from the crash site.
"Where'd it go?"
"If i knew we'd be there yesterday." The pilot retorted, turning the ship around.
"It might've pulled up in time."
"You fool", the pilot glanced over at ogre'ish man."A ship with one wing and on fire isnt just gonna pull up; for one, the last time i saw it, it was fourty feet from that awfull trash compacter. You think it survived that?"
"No".
As they drew closer to where a crash should have been, they saw that their pursuit had gone through a very large vent and into the Coruscants waste. They set down on the flattest area of the roof they could find.
"You think im going down there?" The co-pilot started laughing and muttering about his bad luck.
"Oh shut up. Get a grip on yourself! I know we dont have any carm4 suites, you can just get a breathmask and you should be fine."
As they stood by the vent they saw that the waste had cushioned the taxi's fall, but it was beyond repair.
"Think there still alive?"
"Maybe. We gotta check. And stay quiet". They jumped down into the trash, making a louder sound then they had hoped to. No sounds came from the ship, except a running engine that tried to cut its way through the mush. It was half way embedded into the stink. A thin greenish-gray mist hovered about the place.
With his first step the mans foot sunk into the "ground". He pulled it out and whispered a curse.
" Ok. We're gonna have to take this slowly. One step at a time." With that, he pushed his foot onto an old Astromech T3 droid, which proved to be solid. And though his co-pilot and complained about everything, he never lied. especially about his bad luck; because he miss stepped more then he stepped; but me, i never had a problem the whole way to the ship.
