Someday I Will Be the Most Powerful Jedi Ever!

The powers that be on the OS have booted this entry as being Fan Fiction! WTF? This was from Star Wars Galaxies, an online video game fully licensed by LFL and written by professionals! Dark Moose is being his usual vindictive self... But it's worth a read!

BY: Viridian Saber


It was a raid, the type of raid you do a million times and never even think twice about it. We enter the base, status set to "on leave" to avoid any Imperial entanglements, slip into the room bearing our target, have enough time for half a breath and blast him to oblivion. Then we run as fast as our virtual legs can carry us, destroying and claiming everything in our wake.

It was just a raid, the type that any self-named connoisseur of the maddeningly addictive Galaxies becomes instantly and all-too familiar with.

But to me, it was more than that.

In a few short days that seemed to have spanned an eternity, I moved from nothingness to a considerable -- but still so far away -- level 24, with much help from the mayhem-wrecking Jedi Master Gidrea Lightsky. Needless to say, Gidrea is much more skilled than I am, being a level 90, but I know that won't last very long.

When I heard that Gidrea was assembling a strike team of our guild-mates -- all accomplished level 90 vets -- I jumped on this opportunity to see how the pros do it. They let me tag along, as long as I stayed out of the way. Like I could actually do anything to hinder them. Besides, I might pick up some cool loot along the way.

The four and a half of us (I was the half) made our way to the base, never pausing once until we reached the room bearing our target. General Otto was his name, a stupid but ruthless Imperial stationed on our home planet of Lok. I didn't have any of his background info at the time, but I didn't need it. He looked mean enough to scare the pants off a gundark. Or a bantha.

Confronted with his ugly hide, we paused the tension almost palpable. After backing myself into a corner where I could be inconspicuous but still have a good view of the fight, I grabbed my headphones and shoved them into the jack, unwilling to miss any part of the battle ahead.

Finally, when the apprehension began to grow unbearable, one of our boys said "On three."

I grinned in anticipation.

1

To my immediate right, a green-armored figure's blaster carbine whirred in ravenous expectation.

2

With a slight flush of embarrassment, I realized that I had forgot to turn my speakers on. Eyes trained on the screen, I turned the dial slowly.

3

The room erupted in a massive kaleidoscope of sound and movement: a lightsaber flaring to life, a blaster belching blue flame at our hapless General, our team vying for the perfect shot that would bring this dirty Imp down.

He went down fast. After a slight pause to catch our metaphorical breath and decide on our next move, we rushed out into the base, raining bloody terror upon the Imperials.

It was a bad day for the Empire, but a heck of a day for us.

And I got another glimpse of how the pros cut 'em down to size. Hooked on Galaxies? Me?

Never!