Chapter 1: Kyle

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

(Name Pending)
The fight for Alderaans support
grows harsher each day.

As House Thul and House Organa fight
against each other with the backing
of Sith and Jedi, many cities and
towns find themselves having to take sides
in order to survive these trying times.

Now as the inevitable war draws ever closer
a single town still remains neutral and defiant
towards the Galactic Republic and Imperial Empire.

	Kyle's eyes snapped open, his back flaring up up from the awkward positioning he was in. He was in a cramped space, his back bending forward so he can fit and his head pressed up against the rough, scratchy roof of the container he was in, his hair being pulled by the splinters in a sharp but managable pain. His legs were scrunched up near him and his face was down between said legs. He closed his eyes, thinking on how he got into this situation and what he can do to get out of it. He tried to look to his right but found he could not move, and even then all he would see is darkness. It took a few moments but then he realized to himself, he is in no danger, he is simply stowing away on a smugglers ship attempting to get to Alderaan.