It's about time to feature all of my watchers !!!
I can't thank you enough for all your support and , saying that , I really mean it !!!
It's been a long 10 months , but I am glad that I am improving and I'm starting to stand up to your expectations !!!
I shall begin with my first watcher !!!
And from now on , thanks to you all , my story begins
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AshI looked through the windows of the Vellion, a light transport carrier for the Inter Galactic Police. My hands and feet were cuffed and chained together and my head was restrained so I could only look ahead. My eyes saw only the port hole and the stars outside. My crime list was as long as the distance between two of the closest stars. I was a bounty hunter and hitman. My name is Ash. Go ahead make fun all you want, just be glad I'm dead by now. God only knows when my memoirs will be published
That is if they will be published. I was being taken to the nearest V Class prison, Hell.
Hell is a Maximum security prison inside a dead asteroid. By dead, I mean an asteroid that will no longer travel through space due to any number of reasons. This one was stuck in the gravitational field of a molten planet that was so useless it was never named. And to mak
Ash 2Himmel is an IGP Detective. Not sure what they do, other than fly all over the Empire's systems and chase criminals and harass hard working bounty hunters/hitmen, but Himmel has been chasing me for what seems like forever but really is closer to about 5 years. Short, stocky, bald. Three perfect words to physically describe him. Mentally; hostile, serious, and driven. He's a good cop, just to serious. We've had so many run-ins across the Empire, we know each other quite personally.
He walked over to me and released the shackles from the deck of the Vellion and lifted me as I've been seated for several hours. Don't ask about how I relieved myself as it would sicken the hardiest of people.
Himmel shuffled me to the door to the processing room of Hell. I was met by two very large burly guards. Their uniform tops were unbuttoned half way down their torsos revealing enti
Ash 3Haven III, a planet covered in perpetual darkness. Not from lack of sun light. But for some reason, heavy clouds cover the planet. Not enough to cause an ice age, but enough to dim the sun light enough to cause extremely dark nights and very dim days. But that's not the most impressive point of the planet. It's the only planet that has no galactic power controlling it. It's a planet that houses escaped convicts, bounty hunters, hitmen, and anyone wanted by the law. The Galactic Empire would occasionally send a police force down to the surface but they always left empty handed. The reasons for this were beyond my knowing. And the Galactic Federation just stayed away. I'm sure the Federation had some fingers in the underbelly of the planet, the gambling and drugs would always bring in large amounts of money. But they never sent their police. I always wondere
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P.S. SORRY IF I FORGOT TO DO SOMETHING :blush :
AS I SAID , THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT !!!!!!!!