Chapter 1       Space, dark, endless space. No sound. No oxygen. In this
universe, it's full of things. The Rebellion forces, the Empire
forces, smugglers, bounty hunters. Civilian transports going here and
there, planet to planet. Senate personal traveling to meetings on
different planets. Nothing different than usual. War between the
Rebels and the Empire, bits and pieces of ships floating around from
days of battle. Most of it picked up by smugglers hoping to get a
quick sell. Things change though. All it takes is one thing. A
disease, a plague, a mutation. Something unreal, something inhuman.
Something deadly. Something that feeds off of fear. Something that
feeds off of flesh. It's infectious in its own unique way. Deadly as
well. And it's coming Chapter 2                                                                                                                                                                                 Captive         "53017,
step forward." A delegate from Corusant steps forward. "You are
charged on degrees of aiding the Rebellion in a fight to take out the
Empire. Order under Lord Vader and The Emperor is for you to be put to
death." Two guards step forward and walk the man away, then, the sound
of a blaster go off. The guards came back alone and stood next to the
officer.        "67013, step forward." A number system, funny isn't it. The
empire found it as a good way to mark prisoners. This time a friend of
mine from Felucia stepped forward. "James Carter, you are being
charged on degrees of smuggling and murder on two cases of Empire
supporters." He never did like the Empire. "You have been ordered to
pay for your crimes in prison on Polis Massa, Site 32." Too good for
him if you ask me. The guards escort him to the ship going to Polis
Massa.  "74531, step forward." My turn. "Dylan Brooks, you are being
charged on similar accounts of smuggling with charge on two cases of
murder. You will be joining your friend James here on the ship to
Polis Massa." The guards lead me to the ship and put me next to James.
        "James."        "Corusant trash."       I give him a glare. Never did call me by
my name. He insisted that I lived an easy life since I was from
Corusant. Apparently the life on Corusant was nothing compared to
Felucia. Smugglers and mercenaries were nothing to the wildlife of
Felucia according to him.