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 The Rand Identity
« Thread Started on Feb 25, 2007, 7:43pm »
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Chapter 1: Mystery Man


A lost escape pod, that's all that Rhett Guiard could see outside of the window. It looked as if it had ran out of fuel. He turned to the workers on their break, sitting around, doing nothing.

"Make a seal with that escape pod. I want to make sure that its empty."

One of the workers looked up from his cup of caffa. He shook his head.

"No."

"Fine then, I suppose I could throw you out the airlock behind you."

"Alright, alright."

About a half-an-hour later there was a hiss as a bridge formed between the escape pod and his small ship. With several crew members behind him Rhett ventured into the small escape pod. There was an unconscious man inside. Two of the crew mates carried him down the long passage way and into the med-bay. Rhett watched as they left the room.

As the ships doctor he had seen many wounds, broken bones, and bruises, but nothing like this, for the man who lay face down on the small dura-steel table had severe burns in his back. Blaster shots, three of them to be exact; and a small lump at the base of his neck.

Rhett took a few moments to sterilize the scapel that he was about to use. He took it and cut down the length of the man's black jumpsuit. He carefully peeled it back, leaving the bottom section.

He then took a look at the lump in the man's neck. He carefully made an inscision around the lump and removing the object.

"Force, please tell me that he's dead."

The object was oval-shaped and appeared to look like an ancient slug. Putting down the scapel next to the body. It appeared that the heat of his hand activated the slug.


5-2314-4642-2421
Citadel Station- Czerka Enterprises- Telos

In a split second the 'dead' man siezed Rhett's neck and put the scapel to his throat.

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Calm...calm down...I...you..."

"I what?"

"You were floating in an escape pod, we thought you were dead!"

"Great observational skills, Doctor."

"I'm sorry that we saved your life. My name is Rhett Guiard."

Rhett extended his hand toward the man.

"I...I don't know what my name is."

"What?"

"I don't remember, my name, how I got here; its all gone..."

Two Weeks Later

The man watched quietly out the window as the large small freighter docked with Citadel Station.

Rhett slowly walked up behind him.

"Look, my friend, its not much but it should get you a room."

The man happily accepted the credits and the small slug that had been removed from his neck.

"Thank you."

"Good luck, young man."

The man quietly left the ship without looking behind. He quickly ran to the Czerka offices and stood at the counter.

"How may I help you sir?"

"I'd like to get access to my box."

The woman at the counter slid him a piece of paper. He hastily wrote down the number- 5-2314-4642-2421. A few moments later she returned with a large box. He opened it there wasn't much inside, just a large bag. He handed the box back and left the building.

There may have not been much in the box but inside the large orange bag there was stuff he never expected to see. He headed down a small alley and dumped out he contents.

A blaster, credits- hundreds of thousands of them, and several starport visas. He hid the blaster in the jacket the doctor had given him and put the credits back in the bag. He looked at the visas next-

Jacen Rand
Born- 3,983- Nar Shaddaa
Hair- Brown
Eyes Brown

Every single visa said the same thing, just in several different languages. He hid them in his jacket also, the owning of more than one starport visa was useless not to mention illegal.

Jacen Rand, that was his name. He couldn't believe it, it was just way too easy. That was the first thought on his mind the other was that he had to get off of Citadel Station. Fast.
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