Welcome to the Setnin Sector1999 story by Jonathan Hicks Three years after Episode IV – A New Hope As my vessel, the
Bolder Than Most, decelerated from hyperspace, and the streaks of light that
denoted the transition to real space were reduced to mere stars, I couldn’t help but
feel excited. Here I was, over the planet Zelon, over the city of Chancai. Chancai! The greatest Trade Centre in the galaxy, or so I had heard. The planet glowed blue and green below me and directional satellites indicated which direction I should go. Hundreds of ships were coming to and from the planet’s surface, and as I watched the great lumbering form of an Imperial Star Destroyer hove into view. But not even the
presence of the Empire could stem my feeling of joy. After all, I had travelled who-knows
how many parsecs to get here, right here. From the core, approaching the outer rim. All my
friends had told me I was crazy to come here, that most people came to find their fortune
and only found death or misery. Well, with me it
was going to be different. I was going to show them all that I had the energy and the
confidence to get further than everyone. If you make it on Chancai, you can make it
anywhere. I dropped the
nose at the instruction of the automated orbital satellite, and followed the pre-set
course to the surface. I hit atmosphere and then cloud, and, as I looked out of my port
window, I watched another vessel trailing me, a large heavy freighter with a long nose and
a wide rear engine compartment. With a burst of energy it lurched forward and led me down. My heart leapt
from my chest as I saw the city; a huge, mile-high construction with the appearance of a
giant pyramid with the very top lopped off to make a flat summit. Down the centre of the
construction was a shaft where vessels of all sizes flew in and out, with hundreds of
landing bays lining the walls on all sides on all levels. Like insects the ships buzzed
around the city, and long lines of vessels formed orderly queues as they awaited landing
instructions. The heavy freighter joined the queue. My ship was small
enough to be slotted into a communal landing bay, and I steered her in carefully. I
entered the top of the shaft, lowering her on repulsors and thrusters only, and dropped to
my landing level. A small circular pilot ‘droid zipped out to help guide me into the
bay. It’s
difficult to explain how I felt travelling down that shaft. On all sides were large and
small bays and huge plastiglass windows looking into consumer centres and parts of the
city that appeared to be small townships built into the walls. Beings of all kinds leaned
over railings to look down the shaft and watch the multitude of ships coming and going. I slotted my ship
into position and disembarked. My first conversation was an argument about landing fees!
Two hundred credits a day, and Imperial credits at that! That was huge chunk out of my
budget already. I walked angrily
from the bay and into the bustling street. What a sight! A
huge promenade stretched out before me. On either side were multitudes of shops and trade
rooms, with thousands of beings from all over the galaxy walking about. Repulsorlift
traffic sped along the causeway, with four lanes flying above and below each other in some
form of organised chaos. I imagined that being in the city was to be a claustrophobic
affair, but the ceiling of this level went as high as an eight-storey building. I took one step
and was immediately swept along the tide of beings scurrying off in all directions. I
laughed to myself; maybe if I let these streams of life take me I would end up somewhere
practical. I decided to follow the flow and just try and comprehend what I was looking at. White-armoured
Imperial Stormtroopers walked in pairs through the streets, shadowing Chancai’s own
policing force. I had heard that the Empire had sent a token force here, but Chancai was
such a huge source of revenue it wasn’t worth their while invading and scaring off
potential spenders. As I mulled over
this particular thought, I felt a huge hand wrap around my upper arm and yank. Before I
knew what was happening, I had disappeared into the long alley between two trade rooms and
was deposited heavily on the floor. I looked up to
see the biggest, most ugly alien I had ever seen. Even in the dim light I could see a long
face and scaly lips, a horned head and a strange cluster of dark eyes. It grunted as it
held tightly onto my arm and squeezed. I yelped and grabbed his huge double-jointed wrist. A small human
seemed to materialise behind him, and smiled a thin-lipped smile. "Saw you touch down," he
whispered, wiping a sweaty brow with a dirty cloth. "Need a ship". I
explained I had only just arrived and needed my vessel checked out, but this answer just
made the alien squeeze tighter. "Need a ship," the man
said with a movement of his hand, and he produced a wad of credit chips. As I began to consider the offer, not just for the monetary gain but because of the concern over my health, the alien suddenly slumped forward. I rolled out of the way as the huge form fell flat on his face. The man, shocked and scared, leapt sideways and reached for a weapon at his belt. He squeaked strangely as his chest exploded into sparks, flinging him back and against the wall. The shot had come from the opening to the alleyway. "Alive, Galletti! Glann wanted him
alive!" came a deep resounding voice, and a huge figure stood over me. I looked up
into the face of a man with a concerned expression as he looked down. "You okay?" I explained I
was, and he nodded and kicked the alien, holstering his pistol. "See, Goah? Stun shot, no mess.
Now we take it back and we question it. Why? Because I stun shot him and didn’t blow
him all over the alleyway on high power". The other figure
seemed to materialise out of the darkness as he approached, dressed in black with several
strange attachments to his headgear and weapon. He looked at me with a stern expression
and then looked away dismissively. "Stow it, Jan. The sanction has
been fulfilled". The tall man looked back at me and held out a hand to help me up. "What are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk so close to service corridor entrances? This is a dangerous place". I told him the man’s questions, and that I was just a passer-by. I explained why I had come here, to make my fortune and try to find fame. The two men looked at each other and smiled knowingly. "What just happened to you is pretty much the norm around this whole sector," said the dark man as he holstered his own weapon. The beings bustling past the open end of the corridor seemed to be trying their best to ignore what was happening. The tall man
looked at me and smiled, holding out a hand that I took and shook firmly.
"First rule of this place - buy a bigger gun. Oh, and welcome to the
Setnin Sector." Welcome to the Setnin Sector1999 story by Jonathan Hicks Three years after Episode IV – A New Hope Histories
– A
short Jonathan Hicks tale that shows the
inherent dangers in working and operating in the Setnin Sector. An outsider, the unnamed visitor comes across Jan Lomona and Goah Galletti, two of the sectors
most famous names.
Cast of Characters Jan LomonaGoah
Galletti |