Memento Mori
GRAVEYARD OF DRAGONS
Amid the nebula of the Transitory Mists, in the Hapes Nebula, a TIE fighter and the shuttle it escorted wove in evasive patterns trying to dodge incoming fire from an entire squadron of Mandalorian starfighters. Bolts of acidic green churned through star dust, cutting inches away from the shuttle.
The shuttle carried important members of the Hapan rebel forces, on a mission to return information to Queen Mother Cortana.They'd been intercepted.
The desperate efforts of the shuttle's escort fighter could not stave off the swarm of Mandalorian vessels, which hemmed them in from all sides.
Desperate, with no further options, the shuttle and its escort attempted a micro jump to escape their pursuers….
And emerged into a place of memory and dreams - an asteroid belt around a bizarre central stellar object which almost resembled a pulsar but far smaller. And in the inner rim of the belt lay dozens upon dozens of floating objects, dead in space.
Star Dragons.
Dead Star Dragons.
A graveyard of them.
All sensor systems aboard the shuttle and its escort fighter appear non-functional. The objectives are simple:
Investigate the graveyard.
Find a way home.
Those with Force sensitivity feel a sensation at the back of their minds. Like a song they'd long forgotten. It calls them toward a shape in the debris. A floating dragon that is not quite yet dead. She calls to them.
Will you answer?
***
Tydeus adjusted his helmet inside the cockpit of his TIE fighter. He pounded the dash.
It hadn’t been enough. All his training and he still had not been able to overcome mere Mandalorian starfighters. What would happen when next he faced Carnifex?
Scowling, the Tionese boy opened a transmission to the shuttle.
“This is Tydeus, does anyone read me?”
He glanced at the sensors. Dead. Hopefully the comms were not as well.
And he had this feeling in the back of his mind. Like a song he’d forgotten. What was that?
AI disclaimer: no LLM was used in the creation of this post.
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