Star Wars has elicited volumes of fan fiction from all over the world. We all know that Star Wars Galaxies has a vast number of really talented writers who post stories daily.  Since we have such an abundance of talent on our forums, we thought we would draw it out and showcase fictional pieces created by our players.

Galactic Tales is a friendly writing competition that will be held every other Tuesday. Here are the rules for participation:

 -  A 500 word limit will be strictly enforced.  Any entries over 500 words will be disqualified (and removed from the thread!).

-  Each week, a different theme will be provided that your story will have to adhere to.  We want to see how well you can write with a little direction!

-  Each time a Galactic Tales competition takes place, only one story per person will be accepted

-  No Edits after 30 minutes of first post.

-  Every time a Galactic Tales is thrown, two threads will be posted here on the message board – The Galactic Tales Stories thread and the Galactic Tales Discussion thread.  You may NOT under any circumstances talk about or post anything other than your story in the Galactic Tales Stories thread.  If you do, your own story may be disqualified as a result (and your comments removed).  If you’re not participating but posting in the Stories thread, action by a moderator may be taken against you.

The winner of Galactic Tales will receive a special Galactic Tales forum icon  displaying their creative writing prowess to the rest of the community!


So get those creative writing juices flowing…we look forward to seeing what Galactic Tales you come up with!

Good luck!


The theme for this week's Galactic Tales is "A New Resolution". The story must be about trying to stay faithful to a new resolution.

Go to the Galactic Tales Discussion Thread to talk about this week’s stories!


Click here for the previous Galactic Tales.


The winner for the previous Galactic Tales was Tomo_Aedon

It's the Holidays

My New Year Resolution

1. Don't get shot at

Aktian reviewed her New Year resolution. Maybe she should add something else...nah, this was enough. "Heheh, that's pretty demanding for an eleven year old girl." a man she didn't know said.

Atkian looked up from the log she was writing on. Her dirt covered, scarred body must have gave the man a hint. He walked away quickly. She looked around and saw the big city of Dearic. She was just beyond the gate of the city, where few people ever were. This gave her the privacy she liked. She looked to the side of her, and saw something that she only knew as bad: stormtroopers.

She quickly stood up, folded her paper, and put it in the folds of her shirt. The stormtroopers were about 100 feet away, getting closer every step. She turned the other way and ran, annoyed that her resolution may have already been broken. Atkian rounded a corner, and went into the city, running toward the cantina. She might find a blaster pistol there, to defend herself, since no one else cared about her enough to.

She entered the cantina, noticing the stormtroopers were still following her. She cursed under her breath. I'm too young for this...

She saw the tall white figures enter the cantina, still following her. She ran into the back of the cantina, went through to back exit, and with relief saw two rebel soldiers, and a wookie. The wookie roared something she didn't understand, so she looked at one of the rebels. He looked her up and down, unapprovingly. The cantina door opened, revealing five stormtroopers, and one with an orange pad on his right shoulder. As the rebels turned away from Atkian to fire at the stormtroopers, she grabbed a pistol from the rebel's holster. She aimed, and shot one of the stormtroopers square in the chest, then took cover behind the cantina, away from the corner they were fighting at.

She saw one rebel fall down in front of her, then the stormtrooper rounded the corner. There was only one of them now. He shot Atkian in the leg, causing her to fall down to the floor. She cursed. Her resolution was broken.

"Don't shoot me, it's the holidays!"

"Yah, it is the holidays. But that doesn't mean I can excuse you for all the crimes you've committed."

She smiled. The stormtrooper had let her off the hook...well, partly. She still didn't know if he'd turn her over to Fed-dub.

"Usually, I'd make you suffer. But it's the holidays. I'll kill you quick and easy."

A feeling of despair washed over Atkian. Then she remembered. The pistol! As the stormtrooper aimed, she grabbed the pistol and shot him. She wasn't as dramatic as the stormtrooper. He clutched his stomach, then fell down hard on his back. She took the New Years resolution from her shirt, and decided to add something.

1. Don't get shot at again

True to her word...

"Don't be cruel when I'm gone and try to move on," her amber eyes had fixed upon his.  Batak had resolved to live by her last wishes even though each year it brought a painful memory to his thoughts.  It had been so long he'd even forgotten how many years it'd been.  Their child always seemed to remind him though. All it'd take is a simple "Mother would have liked Life Day this year!" to send a quiver down to the end of a wiggling lekku.

Of course just last year he'd nearly broken that resolution by attacking his twin sister.  Vreese had come over to ensure her neice was ready for a holiday trip to Kashyyyk and had found Batak mulling over a Corellian Sunburn in his bar.  "I thought you were giving up drinking finally," she'd questioned him while his daughter went to pack upstairs. He'd only managed a simple, "It was her favorite" at the time.  "May as well call you the druken Jedi at this point, Batty," Vreese had quipped.

And that was all it'd taken.  His mind numbed and a twinge of anger had let the Dark Side in.  It was somebody's fault she wasn't still here and it might as well have been his sister's at that moment.  A simple push with the power of The Force and she'd nearly been knocked off her feet.  Only her own Jedi abilities had stopped her from becoming a Devorian pancake against the wall.

That had been a lesson relearned that day a year ago.  A message to all touched with the Gift to let go when passion turned to anger.  That one day all things would meet again within the living cosmos; within The Force. 

A knock came at the door bringing Batack back into the here and now.  "C'mon, brother, it's time to go," Vreese was already there with Dasumi and ready to go out on another Sai'nu family outting.  She'd loosened up a lot in these recent years while he had become more shut off and mistrusting.  As Batak's daughter entered the room and gave him a smile the spitting image of her mother's she said, "C'mon, old man, let's make like the gurcats and romp out of here."

A small twinge of that memory.  Of her.  And he slowly let go and smiled. "You go ahead and I'll be right with out. I think I'm going to bring some of those old clothes of your mothers to give to the coordinator this year."  She gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran to meet her auntie Vreese.  It was a hard resolution to keep.  But he had to believe she was always with him and watching to make sure he was holding up his end of the bargain.  She had been just rugged enough around the edges to make him know that much; where ever she was watching him from now. 

The blast threw him 25 feet.

If the stack of crates he had been thrown into hadn’t been empty nor built lightweight for ease of lifting, his landing may have been far more painful. Thankfully, the crates that had fallen around him had shielded him from the largest of the debris and flames that had followed, exploding outward from what had been the XS-800 light freighter’s starboard engine and fuselage.

Riz lay in shock, covered by the dura-polymer boxes and trying to gather his senses; his hearing nothing but whining white noise.

For a moment, memories of Ithorian brothers banging on a pressurized door he’d just sealed echoed in his subconscious.

He gathered himself, focusing on the present. Focusing on what had just happened.

“You’re going to go all the way to the Core, my boy,” the Hutt had declared, clapping a chubby hand to the sleeve of Riz’s finalist’s jacket. “Your name is going to be known from the Tingel Arm to the Minos Cluster. You’ve already got half of Mos Espa talking after your performance today, and Jabba’s going to make sure every spacer and nerf herder in this backwards sector has heard your name by the end of the week,” he squeezed Riz’s arm, “and mine.”

The Hutt laughed in a deep chuckle, then turned to start sliding up his transports ramp.

“I have business to attend to at the moment, but I’ll be back to collect you in two days. That credit chip should see you through – handsomely. Treat yourself, Ithorian. Gather your reserves. The next dejarik competition is going to be against Bothan Space. Those barves know their strategy, so expect a tough match.” The huge bulk turned at the top of the ramp, his meager security moving up beside him. “I’m confident you’ll have another cup soon enough though,” he smiled, the ramp closing.

The cup.

Riz moved to get up.

The crates that had blanketed him pushed aside as he reached around in the Tatooine dust, the black smoke coiling from the exploded freighter now filling the cargo-bay and obscuring his vision. He coughed out loudly of both mouths. Everything still sounded like he was underwater, but he heard someone shout in response, though he couldn’t understand them.

His right hand finally closed over the trophy he’d been clasping tightly before his sponsors ship had exploded as it started up for take-off.

Sector Champion in the Galactic Interzonals.

It’d happened to him.

But now his chances for a new life playing the game he’d grown to love had literally gone up in smoke.

The cup had broken away from the base, and had been scuffed. He run his thumb over a dint in one side.

Even as shapes moved towards him through the smoke he made a new resolution. He’d follow up that smuggling job. Dravis, wasn’t it?

Regardless. He’d need credits. A ship.

He was going to find out who’d done this.

Pay them back for the future they’d just stolen.

Congratulations! rrqe is the winner of this Galactic Tales.