Doom on dune

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Hitch Hiker
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Doom on dune

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This is only the ground frame for a story. Things will be revealed as the story progress (as usual)

In the far lying reaches of the uncharted galaxy orbiting a dead sun is the planet of Nanyad. A world with golden land and bright purple seas. To this day the population of the planet has had very little contact with outside civilisations. However things changed on one fateful day in the middle of Ullah (The equivalent of February in earth months) In the giant communication dome, which had the largest amount of power relays in the known universe. One elderly Nanyadian monitoring a rarely used satellite noticed something large moving through the depths of space. A vessel of gigantic size moving at a respectable speed. As he observed the ship slowly approaching he noticed a small quantity of things emerging from under the belly of the craft. The Nanyadian whose name was Salaam adjusted some controls and enlarged the image of the small craft. The craft appeared to be just large enough for one person with two large hexagonal pads on each side of the capsule. The ships ripped threw space towards the planet and one craft broke away from the main group and fired some sort of weapon at the satellite. As it burst into flames, Salaam realised that today was not going to be the best of days.
On the bridge of the SSD Relentless, Grand Admiral Tarlot sat in his oversized but comfortable command chair. Aged 45 with greying hair he was one of the oldest Admirals in the Imperial navy. Watching the officers and crew around him go about their duties he felt almost at home. The SSD gilded through the backwater stars towards the small golden globe of Nanyad. Looking to the side panels he saw the small fleet of tie fighters arching towards the planets space dock orbiting the planet. As a unit the squad fired their lasers and the undefended base exploded in a ball of flame and colour. The squad regrouped and moved on. Tarlot smiled, a small evil smile and chuckled to himself. In a voice almost as dark as the sky “today is going to be a good day”

To be continued………
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