Fandom Star Wars: Remnants

[Accelerate]

7 years after the fall of the Empire, the Rebellion became the New Republic. But the massive force of Kamino still produces its fleets of Stormtroopers. The New Republic decided to end the cloning facility once and for all. The leader Leia Skywalker, decided to send Jedi to end the Empire Remnants.


During this time a Jedi with strange ways appeared neither Light side Nor Dark. He was in the in the Twilight of them both.


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[DividesByZer0]

Nar Shaddaa… The largest moon of Nal Hutta. More commonly known as the Vertical City, the Smuggler's Moon, or Little Coruscant. Nar Shaddaa was similar to Coruscant in that its surface was entirely overgrown with city sprawl for millennia. But unlike Coruscant—which was only relatively rundown and dangerous on the lower and under levels of the world city—Nar Shaddaa was filthy, polluted, and infested with crime everywhere.


The smoggy clouds of the city hung low over the slums, reflecting the sickly orange-red of the running lights. It was never truly dark in that section of the city, and the litter-choked streets trapped the residual heat from the outdated houses that still crawled sluggishly under the concrete and iron shells of the crumbling tenements.


They threaded the grimy windows with spidery black lines, ancient history compared to the current standard for building systems. The carcasses of long-dead vehicles rotted on the sides of the roads, their bodies eaten away by rust and corrosion. The hover grids in the slums were long since defunct, and any vehicle that attempted to navigate the hazardous streets had to do so on its own power. The street lights, too, were mainly out, the LEDs blinking in eerie, irregular patterns-- easy and cheap to fix if anyone had an interest in doing so. But the slums were the exclusive realm of the dead heads and squatters and meta-gangs; the city government liked to pretend they didn't exist, and corp presence of any kind was practically nil.


Only spice users and the insane walked the streets of the slums alone after the lights went down; even the cockiest of the gang members went in twos and threes. It wasn't clear which of the two categories the woman coming down the street fell into. Her steps were too steady for the first, her posture too erect and easy for the second. She was trim for a woman, but the breadth of her shoulders under the smooth monofabric of her cowl, and concealing robes were unmistakable, and a subtle warning. Much more telling was the way her boots were completely silent over the street, and she never missed a step even when she passed through the deep black shadows thrown by the buildings.


It was enough to warn off the slum residents, who either developed an instinctive and finely-tuned sense for danger or didn't survive for long. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, barely glancing at the abandoned apartment houses that hulked along the sides of the street like jagged, broken teeth. Even when she passed the threatening maws of the alleyways, with their dark promise of unseen dangers, she didn't hesitate at all. Her steps finally slowed in front of one building nicer than its neighbors. It was ancient by city standards, with old chic cornices over the tall windows, and the walls were of actual stone that was worn and pitted with age. What little glass remained in the windows bore a black tracery in an ornate, repeating pattern--that hadn't been in vogue for at least a century.


Just off the hubbub and bustle of these busy city streets, where electric bullet trains zip though busy streets crowed by speeders, a short flight of worn, moss encrusted steps descends to an equally weather beaten and secluded door. A neon sign proclaims the premises "Cyberia". The angry growls of machine made music screech the deathly cries of a computer and the dark, industrial tones of synthesized-bass womps, pounds through the cracks between wall and door. Beyond it, a pitch black smokey tap room opens up, the bar a long length of polished obsidian that appears electrically lit, as if it could have spit sparks from spilled liquids.


The room built around it bears the ancient battle scars of generations of drinkers, drifters, dreamers and grifters, and its stools stood invitingly ready to accommodate. The corners of the room seem to draw shadows and soft words, and the heavy, scents of Eastern herbs and strong liquor, which do better than stone walls to mask the conversations of the shadowy denizens of the stalls and booths that line them. The Barman, a bear of a man of indeterminate age and temperament, his red waistcoat pulled tight over the seedy fat of a muscular man underneath a layer of gelatin, polishes a dirty glass with a rag, that he tosses over his shoulder with a practiced flick.


The bottles and barrels that frame his behind, his bulwark, seem to glimmer invitingly. "Welcome, Stranger" He says, his accent as hard to place as the rest of him, "I can't say I've seen you around here before. Still, they all come here eventually, one way or another. So, what'll it be?"…


Cryra stopped eyeing the patrons suspiciously and turned back to the bartender. “Water.” She replied absently, as she turned to study the crowded bar again. She took a sip of her glass; her nose cringed, her attention finally drawn away from the other drinkers. Upon eyeing the glass, she decided that she wasn't that thirsty after all. She smiled slightly to herself, wondering what her parents would have thought if they'd seen her in a place like this. Over the years she had gradually gotten used to these kinds of seedy establishments, and the people that came with it.


Picking up her glass again she moved to a table in one of the darker corners of the room. Settling down, she noted that the smoke of the room wasn't so much there due to bad habits alone, but to help conceal faces. She noted a man with his back pressed firmly to the wall, took a glance around the room, noting exits, and of people whom were carrying weapons. His own blaster sat across his lap, a comfortable weight pressing him down in his seat. In one hand, he swirled a cheap glass of Muon Gold, letting the amber liquid effervesce against the walls of cheaply cut crystal.


His appearance was quite ordinary. His hair was short black and unkempt, his deep set eyes dark like roasted hazel nuts, and goggles adorned on his head. Other than the goggles and gloves his attire was unusually plain, as if to conceal himself amidst the crowd.


Cryra was not fond of waiting. She took a deep sigh, inadvertently inhaling the smoke that the bar passed off as air, she coughed violently and took a delicate sip of water, but immediately wishing she hadn't, the horrid taste did nothing to improve her mood. Cryra eyed up the patrons again, her gaze lingered on a man sitting against a wall, sipping the alcohol. She almost hadn't noticed him. The way he blended into the scenery unnerved her.

 

[Red Thunder]

"I don't usually escort people from the landing pad, ya know."


The black smog felt oppressive, drudging up old memories that Hin preferred to forget. Nar Shadda might be one of the best places for business, but it was no Corellia for feeling at ease. He was certain that his gray fur would be black by the time he got back to space. The ambient light glinted in the Yuzzem's jet eyes as he glanced down at his employer. Walking just before him, sauntering if Hin was perfectly honest with himself, was a short barrel of a man. The white suit he had form fitted across his well fed girth practically screamed his wealth. The only reason the ne'er-do-wells lurking in the shadows didn't take advantage of the advertisement was the gray beast that accompanied it. The human, understandably, paid them absolutely no mind, laughing boisterously instead.


"My dear fellow," he said rather poshly, "There are all kinds of things I'm certain you wouldn't do. But money is the Great Motivator! Many do things for credits!" His gaze grew distant and his voice distracted.


"Many."


He clasped his hands behind his back as he strode on. Hin raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Master Quay, as he preferred to be called, had a point: the sum the Yuzzem had been offered was quite nice and would negate the necessity of a regular job for several months at least. Adjusting his E-web repeater on his shoulder, Hin carried on.


Quay finally stopped at the top of some weather worn stairs, and at their base was the door to a particularly seedy-looking bar. The short man looked up over his shoulder at his giant escort with a knowing look.


"You've done me well, my large friend! My associates and I appreciate all you've done."


Briefly he looked back at the Cyberia and gulped.


"Of course, I don't suppose I can infringe on a bit more of your time? I can pay you for it, of course," Quay muttered as he smiled nervously. Hin scratched his chin before nodding.


"Could do with a drink anyway," he rumbled, smiling amiably. "Besides, you've been one of my more pleasant passengers, so I guess I don't mind your company a little longer."


Breathing out a sigh of relief, the human thanked the Yuzzem profusely before stepping carefully down the stairs. Hin followed, trying his best to ignore the feeling of danger that seemed to be coming from the bar. But his fears seem unfounded. The Cyberia was run down and well-worn to be sure, and the herbal smell did little to cover the odor of filth that permeated all of Nar Shadda, but it was nevertheless like many dives he had been in before: shadowed, smokey, and impersonal. As Quay cast a glance about the place, Hin walked up to the bar, resting his repeater on the floor with a thud. A few minutes later, Hin had a corellian whiskey in his hand and Quay had a Rodian gin in his. The Yuzzem took a sip and looked around himself as his client took a seat beside an older human in a dark green flight suit. The patrons were for the most part concerned with their own business and their own drinks, too scared of debt collectors and bounty hunters to be interested in anything else, as was usually the case with bars on Hutta's moon. To his left, a young human choked on her drink and made a face. Chuckling deeply, Hin smiled at her.


"Not used to the taste, huh, kid?"

 

[Accelerate]

Marth was corner the Imperial Stormtroopers hot on his tail. Never had he seen so many at once. He felt disturbance all around but could not focus on them. He turn the corner and Stormtroopers where waiting for him. He decided that now was the time to fight. He brought out his Orange lightsaber and cut the first one in half. He then force jumped over the second one and let off a force Lightning. The Stormtrooper rocked and shaked violently until he hit the ground with a thud.


The Stormtroopers who were following him then had surrounded him. "He's a Jedi! The reports where right." One Storm trooper said as a hooded man walked up from the ranks.


"He is a Jedi but not quite. Where did you get that lightsaber?" The Hooded man asked. "That Lightsaber is definitly from the Time of the Old Republic. Why would you have a Four thousand year old weapon?"


Marth didn't answer he was just ready for a long and outmatched fight. He looked to his right in Obsidion sign it said: Cyberia.


The Hooded figure drew his lightsaber which glew bright red. Marth had to use it his first time in a actual fight using this force power. He thrusted his arms and out came a eruption of fire the hooded man screamed as he burned to death. Marth then took that time to take out the Stormtroopers who where disoriented. After finishing the last he took the red lightsaber and added it to his collection.

 

[DividesByZer0]

Kid?! Cryra was about to protest, but then she looked upon the hulking Yuzzem’s frame. Craning her neck up to meet his obsidian eyes, she didn’t sense a threat, yet she knew picking a fight wouldn’t exactly be the wisest course of action.


What mask am I going to wear today? She thought to herself as she wondered how she wanted to play with the giant furry creature.


Settling on snarky she replied, “Oh wow! I never seen one of your kind before.” Her accent was that of a high class and distinguished Imperial type, or as they liked to call it Proper Basic. She did well to teach herself how to act and speak as such. She would never allow any of her old mannerisms to betray her as a former slave.


“You simply must be one of those ‘Wookiees’ I’ve heard so much about. And it speaks!? My, that’s quite the rare quality.” She maintained an innocently angelic and ignorant face, doing her best not to laugh at her own jokes. Entertaining herself, if only for a second, eased the tension of always looking over her shoulder.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hin snorted. The sounds of the ruckus outside filtered down from the streets, but he paid it no mind. Instead he glanced at Quay. The rich man was still in low conversation with his companion, the latter having pulled out a data pad that they were both looking and pointing at. The smuggler shook his head.


"A Wookie, huh?" Him rumbled. "You're in over your head, kid, being on Nar Shadda. You're gonna get killed."


Outside blaster fire could now be heard. Uneasy patrons began filtering out a backdoor, evidently not wanting to be here if the fighting bled into the Cyberia. Hin stuck his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the noise.


"Hear that? That's pretty normal for this part of town. You don't want to be around that.


"In fact," he grunted as he stood up, "Neither do I. You done yet, Quay?"


The human turned to address him just as they heard the scream of the hooded man. Hin leveled his gun at the front door with a start and narrowed his eyes.


"That's it; I'm leaving. Quay, you can come or stay: your choice. Same goes for you, kid. I'd hate to leave you here by yourself."

 

[DividesByZer0]

“I think I can hold my own.” Crya answered with a mischievous smile. She was no stranger to the screeches of blaster fire, or the wonderful sound they made as she reflected them back with her saber, and the nostalgic smell of scorched flesh that ensued as a result.


She giggled at the fearsome and strong looking creature ready to turn tail calling for his companion. Perhaps he was a lot smarter than he looked.


“Aww is that an offer to be my guard dog?” She would have scratched him behind the ears if she could reach that high, but before she could say anything more the man she had taken her eyes off of had a blaster drawn to her back.


“Crya Vizla! I’m here to collect your bounty.” The man said, his lips curled up into a crooked smile.


She turns on her heel and cocked her head to the side, tresses of hair obscured the rage on her face. “I suggest you run now.” She hissed.


His footing was sure and the steady aim of his DC-17 betrayed him as a man of practice. He was either crazy, or really cocky to try and collect her bounty… perhaps a little of both.


His focus was intense and he was not backing down. “I’m not scared of you Jedi. I’ve come across your kind before.” He scoffed. She saw a broken hilt hanging from his belt; a trophy of sorts. The only other Bounty hunter she had known to do so was the infamous Boba Fett. But he did not look like a Mandalorian by any stretch of the imagination, let alone any kin to a Fett.


“I’m no Jedi... I am Sith!” She seethed, her hatred channeling the force through her body. She drew her lightsaber at her side, it shrieks violently and the low hum of the power crystals can be heard over the sounds of the music.


“TAKE IT OUTSIDE, NOT IN MY BAR!” The bar man yells, but the bounty hunter fired with reckless abandon. The blaster spits bolts scorching past her head as she dodges. The distinctive smell of her hair being burnt enrages her. She loses it and she charges with a bloodthirsty battle cry. A fury of slashes do little more than tear apart the poor bartender’s bar and it becomes painfully apparent that the man who moved with swiftness was no amateur. She jumps on the bar and in a single flawless sweep she throws a second saber at the lights, catching it soon after and the crowd is in mass panic.

 

[Accelerate]

Marth had entered Cyberia and saw what happened. As soon as he saw that the man was a bounty hunter he walked up behind him and his orange lightsaber was placed near his neck. He spoke in s clear and shocking voice. "The Bar Tender said take it outside. You should honor his request unless you want your head on the ground."


Marth's cold and caculating eyes fell upon Crya his expression softened his lightsaber hummed and it sparked with force lightning. He also held a Ion Blaster to his back. "Try anything and i'll blast you just like the Sith did Taris 4000 years ago." He added while looking at the bounty hunter.

 

[Red Thunder]

Cursing vehemently, Hin looked in a panic from the bounty hunter, to the invading lightsaber-wielding maniac, to the previously-presumed helpless young woman and back again, his repeater following his gaze. Using his peripheral vision, the Yuzzem looked about for his client. But Quay had vanished, as had the man in the flight suit.


Good. Don't have to worry about him, then.


The two lightsabers cast an eerie glow about the room in the absence of the bar's artificial lighting, as if the two Force-wielders were themselves wrapped in a visible conflicting auras. And the smuggler wanted no part of it. He eyed them each in turn again before beginning to back out the rear door.


The muzzle of a blaster pressed against his back, and he immediately stopped. The man in the green flight suit had returned and held a rather threatening looking rifle in the Yuzzem's fur. Without taking his eyes off his hostage, the man spoke loudly.


"Let my partner go, you Jedi filth! He and I walk outta here alive, and your Carpet here doesn't get a new hole in his spine!"

 

[Accelerate]

Marth looked back. He at the rifle and was not threatened by it. Neither was he threatened by the man. "I am no Jedi i assure you. And you should reslly looked at your position you are in." He said as three his fingers where pointed back at the man. "Force Fire can kill you faster than a blaster can shoot" he then let his blue lightsaber come off his belt it floated behind the man and came on. Its dark blue hue eerie against the darkness. "plus there is a lightsaber behind you." Marth commented as he let his Force power come from the dark side of the force.

 

[DividesByZer0]

Crya couldn’t believe her luck. Some laserbrain Jedi came storming in distracting the bounty hunter. She didn’t care to think about what would happen if he knew she was Sith. She just took the initiative as her cue to leave and she darted for the exit with incredible speed. “Two birds with one stone, so long Shabuir!” She cursed.


...


The hunter couldn’t let his mark get away. As the Jedi was distracted with his partner he attacked. “Eat this Jedi!” and he stomped down on a foot. Then he swung his gloved hand like a hammer into the softest parts of him, a dirty blow by anyone’s standards. The metal on flesh would surely leave a mark.


The bounty hunter was not going to miss out on that many credits. He jettisoned to the air with his rocket boots, raining a volley of blaster fire down on the Jedi as he headed for the runaway mark.


…


Crya was almost out the door when she felt the strong cord of rejection pull at her ankles. She was ensnared by a cable fired from his wrist. Thinking fast she swung her light saber at the cord, but her light saber shut off upon contact.


“What the frack?!” She ignited it and swung again, but the same result.


“Doesn’t matter how many times you try, it’s Durasteel with a Cortosis-weave. I told you I wasn’t no amateur.” He said with a hearty laugh.


She made a last ditch effort calling upon the force she sought to push him, but before she could he launched an electro dart at her. Crya screamed shaking uncontrollably before the dart ran out of juice. He descended upon her recoiling his rope and pulling her closer.

 

[Red Thunder]

"Yes! Get 'er!"


His partner was in hot pursuit of their (he dared admit to himself) rather hot bounty, and Flex could only cheer. He was a little jealous, to be sure; Flex was well past his prime now and couldn't have managed any moves that elegant. All the same, to live vicariously through the young was not an enviable life, but it was a life nonetheless.


His self-reflection distracted him just long enough. Or perhaps it was his old age. It didn't matter, really, why his jaw was suddenly in several pieces. It only matured how, and that was simple: that Gray Rug he'd captured had a wickedly sharp elbow. The last thing that went through Flex's mind before passing out from the pain was a piercing regret that he'd broken up with his girlfriend all those years ago.


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Ignoring the Jedi for the moment, Hin ran forward just in time to see the woman twitch with electricity. 'Sith' or not, the smuggler wouldn't let such ill treatment stand. Sithing bounty hunters. With a whine, as the hunter began reeling in his catch, the servos on the repeater fired up, and Hin let loose a barrage at the offending party.


It was the quick release on his cable wench that saved his life. A hail of blaster fire hit the wall beyond where the hunter had been standing, and his rocket boots deactivated as he came to a stumbling stop meters back. Hin growled as he trained his weapon on the hunter.


"Get. Out."

 

[Accelerate]

As marth was hit in his soft spot he fell to his knees. His Lightsaber that he had been controlling fell to the ground. 'That was a cheap shot.......' He thought and he realized again he got hit by his fatal flaw. "Multi tasking. He was so bad at it he realized his concentration wasn't even there. Then he slowly (and painfully) got back up and Laughed (From the pain and the situation.) He took off his robes revealing his Red Mandalorian armor. He took out his helmet and his Pole Saber (Imperial Mandalorian weapon).


"Hey! That was a cheap shot!" Marth said the Helmet disorting his voice. Puting that helmet on reminded him of his Teenage years before becoming a Gray Jedi.


*****


Marth was in Darth Sidius a.k.a The Emperor's royal guard when he was 17. He was the youngest of them. Since the Mandalorian is a dying race.


He meet Darth Vader's Secret apprentice Starkiller. When he died he met the New Apprentice The Clone of Starkiller. The secret clone Starkiller killed the Failure Starkiller which gave him his title 'Clone Killer' He Taught Marth the ways of the Force thus gave him his life to become a Gray Jedi.


*****


Marth looked at the crowd and decided the only way to win is to fight Soldier to soldier.


"Hey I have a Propostion for You! Leave the Jedi alone..and I'll give three times the bounty you where offered!" Marth said with a smile under his helmet. He had salvage tons (literally) of credits from The Imperial Starships he got into.

 

[DividesByZer0]

The bounty hunter raised a brow looked at the Jedi with a introspective eye. “I have a counter offer, you give me those credits and then I’ll collect her bounty.” He laughed heartily as he tied the stunned girl up. He sat her up at his feet and held a blaster to her head. “transfer the credits to this account.” He throws a data pad towards him and it hits the ground with a plastic clap.


“Or the Jedi gets a blaster bolt to the brain. I don’t need her alive.” He threatened and his lip curled up into a crooked smile. “You would do well to listen.” He charges his blaster with a high pitched whistle, and its overloaded capacitors hum louder than any light saber dared. His itchy trigger finger rests on a hair trigger, that his tickles with his index.


Cryra starts to come to, but is suddenly cracked on the head. The comatose like state is akin to a little slice of black death.

 

[Red Thunder]

The Yuzzem's eyes narrowed, and his lip raised in a snarl.


"As would you."


Hin fired, relying on years of experience with the weapon to guide the bolts to their mark. And find their mark they did. The first bolt hit the pistol while the others began peppering the bounty hunter's arm and chest, finally working their way up to his head. The smuggler roared as he attacked, the fury in his voice matching the fury of the E-web.


Suddenly both sounds ceased, and Hin stepped forward.


"Kid! Hey, kid! You alright?"

 

[DividesByZer0]

Cryra opened her eyes to see a spirit shaped like a Yuzzem, who cradled her head in his hands, his hair a halo of brown that covered his face. angel eyes the color of coal looked down on her, and he smelled of blaster fire and old leather.


As her eyes adjusted to the light, or what little there was she saw that the creature was nearly brown, and for a long moment Cryra waited for him to speak.


This is heaven he would say. You will find peace here and oblivion. We will heal your hurts, friend. Welcome home, He would say. you have been away too long. Cryra would smile and he would guide her to radiant light of the force...


She did not expect the slap to her check nor the second of stinging that followed. She did not expect the angel to drop her head hard on to the ground and declaim, "Are you alright? KID!"


The beastie pulled away and light came pouring over Cryra's eyes, almost as blinding as before. struggling she could see that it wasn't the light of heaven needling through her pupils. The sky out the window above was jaundice and cloud dappled. and she lay on the cold floor on an odd cantina dimly lit. Above her the two strangers just stood there glaring at her body.


And suddenly her body was all Cryra could feel. lit up with pain, scalded. How had she thought herself dead, let alone in peace? her bones ached and her bowels shuddered and an abrupt crack of lighting over her head seemed to pierce her skull and live there, screeching agony between her temples. She tried to sit up but couldn't. She couldn't even roll to her side and when she opened her mouth no words came out. She jawed like a fish in air and flopped helplessly. Then...


What happened? Cryra scrambled her head to reassemble the continuity of her experience. The last thing she could remember was drifting through a border-less sleep into a half-dream of lightless depths. She recalled motion and masses larger than planets drifting through the murk of her dream self. She could not see them, but somehow knew them. and maybe passed beyond shadows she saw a city...Only to awaken in pain.


She knew it all to well. That electro dart had a dual delivery system and had injected her with a toxin. "I'm ok... I just need to be somewhere quiet." She muttered trying to meditate and regain her constitution.

 

[Accelerate]

Marth caught the datapad in his left hand. He started putting his account credit in but at the corner of his eye he saw the Yuzzem's reaction. Seeing the bounty hunter go down made Marth stop. When the Yuzzem asked if Crya was ok he walked over there and took a good look at her.


"She is a Jedi.. Or Dark Jedi it doesn't matter let me bandage her damages." Marth said as he pulled out his medpac from his cloak.


"Let me introduce myself. I am Marth Drezia. A former Mandalorian royal guard and a....well one who walks in the middle road of the force." He said and picked up his dark blue lightsaber off the ground. "And May i know your two names?"

 

[Red Thunder]

The female had finally stopped twitching. Good. He lowered her back to the floor again, allowing her to rest. Apart from a bit of blood coming from her head where the hunter had struck her, she looked like she'd be okay. The Yuzzem glanced at Marth as he spoke.


"Lower your voice, Jedi. Didn't you hear her?"


Standing upright, Hin grabbed his repeater from where he'd dropped it. The Hunters might be down, but where there was one (or two), there was always more. He swept the room with his gaze. No one, not even the bar keep, was still in the room; they'd all fled to safety.


"Sorry, uh, 'Drezia', but you rather conveniently showed up just as those bounty hunters did. The kid evidently has enemies herself, and Force knows I do. For all I know that show of force on your part was simply that: a show. After all, you didn't actually harm either of them."


The repeater now focused lazily but plainly in the Jedi's direction.


"Your 'name' is great and everything, but who are you really? I don't distrust you, per se, but experience has taught me caution.


"So again," Hin asked honestly as he raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

 

[Accelerate]

Marth then looked at him a blank expression. "I am the the instrument of the Force. The New Republic put a bounty of over a trillion credits to bring me in. I will keep balance to this universe of turmoil. I am the keeper of the Flame, The force's user i am... A Gray Jedi." As he spoke his force pulse became stronger and stronger. "I am... A Gray Jedi...." Marth repeated and brought out 12 lightsaber's from his bag. "Kin slayer... Is what they called me after killing several of my mandalorian brothers. Even if i didn't manage to hurt those two... You should see the Stormtroopers that i left outside."


He took apart a lightsaber and pulled out the crystal. He put it in Crya's hand.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hin returned the blank expression. Slowly incredulity bled across his face as Marth spoke. When the Jedi finished, Hin lowered his gun and shook his head.


"Hmph," he snorted, incredulity still very evident in his expression. "And I've got a two trillion bounty on my head."


The Yuzzem shook his head again and locked eyes with the Jedi.


"Kinda full of yourself, aren't you? How long did it take to memorize the speech? Never have I heard such a load."


Incredulity finally broke into laugher, and he chuckled as he walked over to the man in the flight suit. Deftly, he began tying him up.


"But whatever, sure. Nice to meet you, Dezria. I'm Hin, King of the Force Chickens."


He finished and glanced back at the woman.


"How ya doing, kid?"

 

[DividesByZer0]

Cryra’s frustration caused her much strain to keep her eyes shut during her meditation. She didn’t fully recover. She discovered that the dark side offered only a perversion of true force healing, as the damaged tissue did not heal permanently, but rather remained functional as long as the intensity of her anger was kept focused. She only managed to maintain this power for a brief time, before channeling something she hadn’t felt in a long time… The pleasure she received from the healing process eventually broke her concentration.


“Cryra.” She finally spoke with much disdain for the word "kid".


Her eyes fluttered open and upon getting her bearings she overheard some grandiose and overly flowery introduction. Grey Jedi? a Mandalorian? Middle road of the force?


“Nonsense. You speak of balance, but your weakness is in your indecision and failure to commit. If you only knew the power of--” She stopped herself from finishing her sentence. He could still be a threat. Using an old Force concealment trick she hid her affinity for the Darkside from other force users, much in the way the fallen Emperor was able to hide the fact he was a Sith Lord for so long. She gotten very good at it being on the run for so long.


“--commitment to a pure way of the force.” She corrected herself. “I understand that the powers themselves are not inherently good nor evil, but the way in how they are used. However, a man of many talents is a master of none.” It was no surprise that he lacked conviction, but perhaps he could be turned…


Dezria placed a crystal in her hand. She cocked her head and raised a brow. Even his crystals weren’t finely tuned; so out of balance, so… impure. Ironic for one that spoke of balance.


“What am I supposed to do with this rock?” She lamented.


The Yezzum had a point and she tried not to laugh.. tried. But with the verbose introduction and life story she didn’t ask for she couldn’t help but wonder if he was serious.


“1 Trillion credits is a lot of money. Who is to say me and Hin here don’t cash in on it?” She teased with a girlish laugh. Not that she had any use for credits, she had more important things to do. Speaking of which… Shab! The Chiss contact she was supposed to meet.


“Skrogging nerfherder! Where is that Chiss?!” She seethed. It was that light saber wielding maniac. How many did he need anyway? If it wasn't for him and that bounty hunter she would have…


“You! Dezria you say you’re worth 1 trillion credits? Last time I checked inflation didn’t account for money like that, so if that is true there are few who could post a bounty like that."


If true it could only be a group, she thought. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the Majestic 12?” She questioned him with an introspective eye.

 

[Accelerate]

Marth's eyebrow rose. "Majestic 12... By all the force making.. They are the ones with the bounty on me." He answered with a slight pause. He then looked at the crystal that he put in her hand. "That is the lightsaber crystal from Darth Vader's lightsaber. I stole when I first got the chance. I also have Obi-wan Kenobi's but it's broken.... "


Putting the other lightsabers away he was about to speak when a Stormtrooper patrol burst in. One of them had his helmet off and clearly was not a clone.


"Marth Dreiza. You are a hard man to find." He said with a irritated voice. "Maris Brood did say you fled but this is the place... Wow. Your standards are getting low Gray Jedi."


With a cautious eye Marth looked at the Trooper and didn't speak. The trooper looked at the Yuzzem.


"Ah Hin how good of me to find you again." His stormtroopers surrounded them. "They are the most dangerous People in the Galaxy. Arrest them!"


(I'll let you all take it from there do what you think is nessisary just don't kill the Non-Clone Stormtrooper)

 

[IronDragon]

Felix was just walking trying to search for this Dark Jedi that he had been tracking down for months. When he saw Stromtroopers attack three people that looked liked one was Manderlerion which was strange because he thought they were all dead. The other ones looked like a wookie and the girl looked liked a the Dark Jedi he had been seaching for.


He then ingited his yellow lightsaber that father gave him he started walking in there direction to despose of the stormtroopers when he realized one didn't have a helmet on. Deciding that should he spare the non-helmet stormtrooper.When he got to the squadron of trooper he started to slash he lightsaber at the clones he killed all them except the one without the helmet.

 

[Accelerate]

When Marth saw the new jedi (seeing that his lightsaber was yellow) he took his chance and hus hand glew red turning towards a confused Stormtrooper and a column of fire erupted from his hand. His Orange Lightsaber ignited and he threw it at a Stormtrooper near the Non-Clone.


He force jumped on the ones shoulders and broke his neck, and in a span of 4 seconds had got on another impaling him with his lightsaber. Then he slowly walked up the the Non-clone.


"Keith Stan I think you should put your blaster down. It'll do no good."


Marth said with the obvious intent of either killing or threatening him.


Keith held his blaster tight. "You! I know you. Marth Dreiza or should I say Kin Slayer! I have orders to take you in even if I have to kill you."


Marth looked at him with a scowl then looked over at the Jedi who had entered. "Jedi. I'll let you handle this." He walked towards Crya and spoke in her ear. "We can get out of here as that Jedi deals with him." He said with quiet voice his lightsaber's humming made his voice seem monotone.

 

[IronDragon]

Felix was just about to cut the clone's head off.Before realizing he h as d a more important mission to attend try to.


Felix turns to the woolies,mandorlian, and the dark jedi. "Hey whats your name",Felix asked the girl as he turned off his lightsaber.