Takes place 1 year and 3 months before Battle of Endor


Empire's Black Bone!


"What the--?" Lamar's words exclaimed over the crowd of the citizens that came to hear from the HoloNet their favorite show. Instead it was quickly interrupted by a "wanted sign". A dark brown haired holographic figure stood, his face stern and almost angered. Underneath the hologram came the text that spelled out "Luke Skywalker". An interesting figure, but truly annoying for most the pedestrians. Mechanical words bursted from the holoemitter describing the "wanted" figure to be vile and dangerous. Many people, however, didn't respond well to Lamar's unruly statement, leaving some to nod in understanding while others gave him puzzled eyebrows. He simply sneered back in response.

Moving about, Lamar stepped out from the holovid room. The sound of a lull squeak came from his fitted boots pressed against the polished surface. The Imperial news was mind-boggling and nauseating. It took a moment, but finally Lamar noticed exactly where he was. Letting his dark brown eyes drift through the crowds of the city, he noticed the clouds that surrounded the fortress.

The place was Bespin, but he felt nothing like someone that was sitting on a cloud. Everyone seemed to walk calmly, while others were nervous. The place was a hot spot for visitors, gamblers and big credits. It wasn't Spira, but it was still worth the time of day or possibly weeks to take a flight over. Lamar however had come for different reasons. His ship needed a quick check-up and he was in the system, so "why not". The small time of rest wasn't well spent, but atleast it was just that. Rest, something he rarely was dealt even in the silence of space. That was the life of a spacer.

Lamar's caramel brown skin was the lone amongst the crowd as he stepped across the carpet floors. The traffic of humans, aliens and animals alike was overwhelming. Yet in all the glory of the walkways enormity the adolescent tread in isolation. Seclusion, however, wasn't a new feeling for him. It had been over six months since he had seen any of his family members on Coruscant and the sheer thought of them took strikes at his heart. The great memories of his friends were once things to hold onto, but in the present they weren't enough to warm his breast in his cold nights of space.

Things were changing and it was beginning to ache. Lamar had no control and he hated it. Nudging someone out the way, he drifted further into the flood of people. The victims of his anger glanced over at him, confused at his sudden explosion of attitude. Leaving the crowd behind, he headed to the spaceport where his ship resided in a secluded area on the outside of the incredibly structured city. Watching as the metal door sled open to his presence, he entered the platform. The bridge branching from the city to the ship grounds seemed ready to give up, but it was to be expected in the middle sectors of the large fortress.

"I ain't comin' back here...ever again," Lamar mumbled, letting his Coruscanti accent roll deep into his basic. Taking in the spectacle of his battered revamped Naboo Royal Cruiser, leaving only a frown on his face. It deserved a simple snort of repulsion, for it truly showed how far Lamar had gone from his Coruscant Engineer Academy days. Running up the ramp, he avoided another glance back at his abstract "exhibit" of triumph.

Running through the ship and finally jumping into the leather chair, he began starting up the engines. A rumble burrowed from under and on the wings. The thought of this being his least studied, but favorite vessel in his schooling began run through his mind. The memories...like a tree sprouted branches into linked lives. It hurt.

Six months had passed. Lamar had changed since Coruscant and like anything alive the galaxy did as well. In the time that had spaced the boy from his pure hatred for Jedi and realization of himself he had found a weird object called a light saber. The unique item rattled behind him as the ship broke through the atmosphere and crumpled to a sloth motion as it reached orbit. The reformed Nabooian Cruiser project of his was far from as polished as the original, but the interior...it was quite interesting. Trophies of his accomplishment tried replacing the embrace of living beings. They were simply heads of animals; items and certificates...none of them had arms to do the job he hoped they could.

"Ay, R4-J90 we are headin' off to...co-co-Coruscant. So do a full check-up of systems. Alright?" Lamar ordered, as he looked straight ahead through the window that revealed the stars. The crystallized view held a tainted reflection with Lamar's eyes giving a leer back at him. The contrast of his small eyes and other features went into a fade as the astromech the he referred to came strolling behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder, Lamar took in the radiant blue and red of the short droids coloration. Patting it on the head, he slapped it on what could be referred to as its bottom. The astromech had saved him many times, and this wasn't any different.

"Beep! Beep, beep! Zsserz [Translation: Okay, okay I'm going.]" The astromech droid proclaimed before hastily strolling off into the main deck where the necessities ran.

In a matter of moments, the ship was of. And as soon as they exited orbit, the space took to hyperspace. They...no, he was on his way.