Chapter 1: (page 1)

                                                                                                       

                                                                     Lucien loved going on missions with his parents; it always made him feel so independent. He felt so in charge of the galaxy when he had his blaster and bes’kad at his side. With his parents he could accomplish any mission, take down any enemies. He was quite an astute student of combat, and at age 11 he was already known to be an efficient killer and skilled fighter. He was in the storage bay training with a combat holovid. He spent most of his time studying various martial arts. Not just the Mandalorian arts, but also what little bits he could find from the Echani, and something his parents had picked up from a group called the Followers of Palawa. Lucien had deemed the Teras Kasi to be a difficult style, thus worthy of his attention. The Mandalorian fighting arts were challenging to learn, and Lucien was still learning more.  However he liked to divide his attention between a few styles, and Teras Kasi had been his favorite martial arts style of the day.

                                                                     Lucien could always tell when his father was watching him, but he never really knew how. He couldn’t help but smile knowing his Dad felt pride when watching his son train hard. Lucien was covered in sweat, but for some reason he never got tired of doing martial arts. He hated running, but he loved the feeling he got from training in the art of combat.  Fale watched Lucien from the door; his son was peculiar in the fact that he could always tell when someone was watching him. Fale had watched Lucien from the time he was born, and none of his friends were ever able to sneak up on him. Fale always called it a warrior’s instinct, and no one ever argued with him on that point. Lucien finished his kata and turned to face his father, “So what’s our status sir?” Fale smiled, “We our estimated time of departure is about 5 minutes, we’re waiting for confirmation from Unra that our job is finished. You know how that slug likes to check in on us.” Lucien made a disgusted face “Yeah I get the feeling he doesn’t trust us dad.” Fale laughed, “That’s because he’s a slimy piece of osik!” The boy and his father shared a laugh at the expense of their employer when blasts rocked the ships. Fale’s reflexes were faster than anything Lucien had ever seen. “Get to the guns boy; hold off whoever the hell is dumb enough to shoot at us!”

                Lucien responded with his boots running down the corridor; he reached the guns in record time put on his headset and strapped himself into the crash webbing. There was a collaboration of freighters that had circled them up. Lucien could probably have named them off if he wasn’t so busy trying to track them in his sights. Lucien would land a few shots on some of the freighters but it was clear that their shields were modified to handle his gun’s firepower. Lucien could hear his mother’s footsteps through the ship even through the sounds of battle. Lucien’s heart raced, sparring was one thing, training drills another, but nothing was like the thrill of combat. He both loved and hated the feeling he got from the adrenaline response he got. He destroyed one of the freighters