Articles by Pal Veda

His brown hair blew back in the wind as his speeder bike raced across the desert. His eyes were protected from the twin suns by his Rogue glasses while the scarf covering his nose and mouth kept him from choking on the sand. The throttle was nearly maxed out, and his path was clear for...

Veda impatiently chewed on a toothpick as the grunts unloaded the crates from his ship. Hurry up! he wanted to shout, but he exercised self-restraint and kept his mouth shut. Or clinched, more like it. The weather was starting to turn, and he wanted this job finished before the rain came...