Star Wars: Episode I: The Anarchism of the Jedi

Meer Vao

Bounty Hunter
Son of Shnell Vao
Brother of Ozean Vao

Age 20.
A male teal skinned Twi’lekian.

Was born on the planet of Chandrila, is part of a pair of twins. Was born first. Lost his father at the age of 8, and took it hard, due to his companionship with his father. He was left with a friend, as his mother trained to become a bounty hunter. In turn by the age of 10, went in training by his mother. By the age of 12, he got his first bounty with his mother not far behind. On his 14th birthday, his mother started his new intense training to make him her full partner. Has been partnered with his mother since he was 17, spreading everything they get 3 ways.

Weapon One;; Blaster Pistol
- Metal frame, but with a brown handle.
Weapon Two;; Flame Projector (Flamethrower)
-Pack located on the back, which fuels it. The gun itself hangs at his side where he can reach it easily. Goes up to 15 foot flame.
Weapon Three;; Cold grenade
-Small silver grenade, 5 of them attached to his belt. Explodes, encasing what/who it blew up by in a layer of ice, leaving them alive but immobile.

 

Ozean Vao

Bounty Hunter
Daughter of Shnell Vao
Sister of Meer Vao

Age 20.
A female red skinned Twi’lekian.

Was born on the planet of Chandrila, and is part of a pair of twins. Was born 10 minutes after her brother. Lost her father at the age of 8. She was then left with a friend of her mothers, as her mother trained to become a bounty hunter. Around the age of 10, she went into training. She was trained in the basics of bounty hunter by her mother, alongside her brother. She didn’t make her first bounty until she got her intense training when she turned 14. Made her first bounty at the age of 15. She became a full partner at the age of 17, spreading everything they get 3 ways.

Weapon One;; Blaster Pistol
-Metal frame, but with a brown handle.
Weapon Two;; Trishot Pistol
-Black frame. Similar to a shotgun, but fires 3 lasers instead of 5. Overheats if used too quickly, but still better then a shotgun.
Weapon Three;; Knife
-7inch blade, red handle.

 

I smiled as he continued the deed. His anger was almost complete. I turned to attend other matters. I had a Sith Lord to talk to soon. I had a few Sith Knights going to escort him to the Destroyer I sent for him, but I had no idea if he would comply. That was the dirty business of dealing with Sith. Not all of them knew their place. He was searching my feelings, I could feel it. He was very wise. Very knowledgeable. However, he underestimated my powers. His thoughts angered me, his contensious being of superiority. I would put him in his place. He was a Sith Lord because of me. The pitiful Emperor before me would have killed him like every other, but I allowed him to continue his work. Ungrateful spawns of death. His mission would be hard enough, I knew. I turned back to look over my shoulder with a grin.

“The Destroyer will be here in an hour. I want his body on that ship. If he want to experience the true dark side, be on that ship. I’ll have a mission for you.”

I turned around as his saber reached full length. I walked out onto the hot sand with screams following me quickly.

 

"Of course I want to be a great Jedi," Momo said after a moment of contemplation. Momo then looked down as if lost in thought.

The two walked for a moment with neither talking for what seemed like the longest time. Momo had a perplexed look on his face, and then one of determination, and yet another of confusion. Adam reached out with the force, trying to feel the emotions of his friend. There was sadness, regret, and maybe a little hope. It was all buried though. Thrown under Momo's seemingly absolute faith in the force. Adam knew Momo would be a great Jedi one day.

"Adam," Momo began. "What's a...whore?"

Adam glanced over at Momo. Images of a woman in chains flashed in his mind briefly. Yet more images of dirty looking men speaking in crude tongues followed.

"Probably some kind of slang for a girl," Adam lied. "Some planets have strange words that others don't."

 

This wasn’t going to work. The pain of leading the armada straight to Taris was unbearable. I looked back at TC and grinned. If I could fake collection, maybe things would work out better.

“Master,” TC said quietly, “Where are we going?

“Mygeeto,” I replied unsurely. “I need a place that will draw their attention dramatically. They’ve already seen me on another Imperial System. If I can draw them away, they might think that I was investigating them. They’ll be drawn towards me instead of Taris.”

“Will it work?”

“You know the odds better than I do.”

He didn’t respond. He knew it wasn’t the time.

I closed my eyes and waited for any response. I knew I wouldn’t get any messages from Taris until I was out of hyperspace, but I feared that would be too late. I opened them once more and sighed.

What would Syl do?

 

“Attention, Master B’rr. This is Jedi Knight Leblanc. You need to evacuate all Jedi from the planet immediately. Yuuzhan Vong will be arriving soon. Head towards Coruscant. They refuse to go there right now, due to the numbers of the Republic. This is not a drill, and please make haste. I would assume you only have a few hours’ time by now. Please hurry.”

Master B’rr turned off the transmission and stood immediately, moving around his desk in his study that was arranged much like his fellow Council Member. He went out of the room and down the hallway to an empty room a few rooms down. Inside, there were computer systems lined around in a circle that had various buttons and assortments of screens. He clicked a large red button and grabbed the intercom that was besides it.

“All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately. All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately.”

He dropped it and went out of the room, the lights in the room, hallways, and all of the Jedi Academy flashing red as he ran down the hall, yelling at all Jedi to get out of their dormitories to go to the loading docks.

As he made it to the end of the hallway that lead to the outside training grounds, he felt a very strong presence. A powerful presence that he hadn’t felt in many years. It was near, but near only in the Force. The Emperor was traveling. His strength was clouding the Force immensely. He looked outside to see several students outside as well, all running around to collect their things.

“Leave them! We must go now!”

 

“All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately. All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately.”

Xara was meditating in her room when she heard the announcement. She jumped up quickly, grabbing her light-saber before running into the hall. Other Padawans were poking their heads out of their rooms, some were running around in a panic. Red lights were flashing everywhere.

Mast B'rr walked past her, yelling at everyone to calmly and quickly make their way to the loading docks. Being the obedient and disciplined Jedi she was, she didn't hesitate to gather any of her belongings like some of the others. She tucked her light saber into her belt and hurriedly walked down the hall and outside towards the loading docks. There were already several groups of young and old Jedi forming. Was this some kind of training exercise? If it was, she would not fail.

 

The old man stood in the doorway looking even frailer as C’Tzr approached. Rheumy, cataract filled eyes pondered the blue light burning a groove in the stone floor. The Sith’s bulk filled the doorway as his lightsaber slashed through the air and through the old man. C’Tzr scowled as he felt the greasy psychic discharge.
“A doppelganger,” said C’Tzr. “Where are you old man!”
The old herbalist rose from behind the enraged Sith knight. With a cluck of his tongue, the old man’s boney index finger sunk into C’Tzr’s flesh.
The Sith knight’s screams filled the chamber as he turned and decapitated the herbalist. As the body dissolved into psychic ooze. C’Tzr spun around the room. “Where are you?!”
“Now this is interesting,” said the old man’s voice inside of C’Tzr’s skull. “I can keep this up all day but you only have an hour. I can bleed you to death with a hundred small cuts and wounds.” The voice trailed off in a chuckle.
C’Tzr roared and began destroying everything in sight. The swirling faces of the force mocking him and giving him strength in equal measure. The doppelgangers began to appear more and more launching ever more desperate attacks each one leaving one or more fresh, raw wounds on the former pit fighter’s body.
“I can’t keep this up much longer,” said C’Tzr.
“Exactly,” the old man’s voice. It sounded like he was right next to the Sith. “Give up, walk away, become hired muscle … or die.”
C’Tzr closed his eyes and focused his rage and hate on the swirling faces. He surrendered his mind to the cranial droids, letting them pump image after image of the old man’s torn and desiccated form. The faces smiled, shrieked, and flew off through a blank wall.
C’Tzr’s lightsaber sliced through it easily revealing along narrow room. At the far end a dusty, thin form hung limply from a pair of flesh hooks. It looked like an ancient, forgotten corpse. Only a deep red glow in the eyes betrayed any semblance of life.
The Sith ran at the corpse thing only to have his muscles seize. The old man’s laughter bounced in C’Tzr’s head as a pair of doppelgangers approached. C’Tzr’s muscles kept tightening.
“Now, I’ll set you free from your hate,” said the old man. “I’ll peel it away layer by layer along with your flesh.”
In that moment, C’Tzr’s mind became quiet, empty, silent. From the deepest recesses of his soul a tiny flame of pure hate that was his alone, flared. The swirling faces wrapped themselves around it. The flame blazed to life filling C’Tzr’s being. His world shrunk until it consisted of only the old man and his lightsaber. Slowly, C’Tzr’s hate pulled the corpse thing towards his lightsaber. As the energy met withered flesh, the doppelgangers and the laughter vanished.
C’Tzr tossed the remains of the old man over one shoulder and made his way to the Destroyer.

 

Stormtroopers walked beside me as I made my way around the Destroyer hanger several times. Vincere and I had grown a friendship a long time ago, before he became Emperor, and we were still close, but as of late, I had been reduced to picking up the baggage. We were on a desert planet of no significance, picking up an old Sith Knight. He held only minimal strength and was ultimately a waste of time in my opinion.

“General Fravlous?”

I turned to see a commanding officer saluting.

“At ease.” I hated these soldiers. I wanted details, I wanted off this rock into cold space. At least there, I couldn’t die of heat exhaustion.

“The Sith Knight is coming. Scopes have found him, not more than twenty or thirty yards.”

“Finally.” I moved with the officer towards the entrance bay. Vincere would owe me for this. I looked out, and sure enough, the man was coming. An odd sight. A man, or a disgruntled image of a man with scars, tears, blood, and disfigurement, walking towards the shuttle with a dead body in hand.

As he got near, I could smell the rotting flesh more clearly. Vincere knew torture all to well. The man dropped the body at my feet and knelt down before me. I rolled my eyes and turned. I couldn’t bare anymore of this planet.

“Your quarters are below. I’m sure you’ll find them with ease. Stay out of the control room, stay out of the communications room, stay out of the directory, stay out of my way.”

He didn’t respond, nor move.

“The Dark Lord is a close friend of mine. If you are to truly be his new apprentice, like much of the galaxy, you will need to learn your place. There is Emperor Vincere, and then there is me. Now, make your way to your quarters, clean the blood off yourself, and rest. We’ll be meeting the Dark Lord on his shuttle after a while. He is attending to other matters. Now, off.”

He stood and walked by me without looking back. I coughed once, getting his attention, though he didn’t look back to acknowledge me.

“Don’t kill any of my men. Only warning.”

He walked off with that.

 

Morchein

Bounty Hunter
Husband of Anarbasti

Age 30
Human

Morchein is a salient man who was brought up with his wife like a friend in their home planet. They have been married and then sent out on a mission to restore family honor lost by her sister, Hala, by participating in the butchery set out by the darker forces.

 

Falae

Bounty Hunter
Son of Anarbasti and Morchein

Age 7
Human

Falae is a reserved person like his father but inherits great aptitude from his mother. He is innocently curious and is bound to get into trouble.

 

I found the silky attire of my fellow passenger a little prone to evolving into envy in my heart. I watched her as she gracefully bounced her flicks to and fro, somehow knowing how it mesmerized me.
"Anarbasti?"
Someone called from behind, a tired and mundane tone showing that he was least bothered by my identity itself. I got up and leaving behind the beautiful maiden to her own self. The door of the room opened for me briefly, and then I heard it slam behind me. I looked ahead, blinking with my dark eyes suddenly losing color. A committee of employers awaited me - and I was never good with Twi'leks.
"Miss. Anarbasti?"
Of course, who else could it be?
"Yes, sirs and madams."
I nodded, looking around - hoping they were both sirs and madams.
"Have a seat."
He pointed to an isolated chair in the corner, and a nasty thought purged into my brain. Perhaps I was a lab rat for them?
"Now, tell me Miss. Anarbasti, why is it that you find yourself deserving for this post."
I don't!
"I have acquired relevant knowledge of this field."
I said plainly, handing them a thick portfolio. They contemplated on the wisdom of holding any further discussion, and perhaps it was good that they didn't.
"I believe we have had enough questioning done. We will take a look of this portfolio, and let you know of our decisions by next week."
I got up, laughing all over in my heart. They had asked one question, and made up their minds?! Now wonder they had had a job vacancy for at least six months now. I gracefully walked out, eyeing with envy the beautiful woman who was called next. Like she was going to get any luck with it! I was happy, though. I was going to practice a little of talent in celebration.
My lighsaber shone in elation as I thought of it.

 

Momo looked to see that all of the Younglings and Padawans were scrambling around to go to the loading docks. It all came in a flash, an instant of chaos that began in the same moment that Momo asked his question to Adam.

It would have to wait- there was an emergency.

"What's going on, Adam?" Momo asked, frantic. "Why is everyone running? Where should we go?"

 

More...

I wouldn't give in that easy. I would fight. I let the force flow freely through me, then concentrated and in one quick movement of my palm I sent the stormtrooper flying back into the other sentinals. I dove toward the group, lightsaber swinging wildly. All of my attacks landed.

I could see the shock on his face.... More clearly than I saw anything else... He was scared and somewhere deep down, so was I... I knew...somehow... that after this, there would be no us... I didn't know what would happen... The thought of losing him terrified me, but that's what drove me to keep fighting the troopers. I didn't want to lose... I couldn't lose... Or I would lose him...

He ran for me, turning off his lightsaber as he went. What was he doing? Didn't he know the importance of this? Didn't he know that if we lost we would die? I couldn't let him do this.

"Airy! Turn your lightsaber back on! What are you doing?!" All I could see was the fear on his face as he looked into my eyes, like he had seen the Dark Lord himself in my place. The thought made me feel euphoric, but terrified at the same time. I let my guard down, only for a moment, to yell at him to stop being stupid. The troopers took advantage of this and fired. I turned quickly to block the blaster shots with my saber. I was hit hard in the back of the head by something. Whatever it was made me fall to the ground. I saw Airy feet from me. He, too, was lying on the ground with glazed over eyes.

"Syl," He whispered attempting to reach for me.

"Airy," I whispered back and all fell into darkness.

That was the last time I ever saw Aaron LeBlanc...

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I remember bits and pieces of my travel to Korriban, the planet that the Siths homed their academy. It was a desert. The planet was rocky and huge canyons littered the terrain. Less than a fourth of the planet was habitable. I grew up there; in the academy. They further strengthened me in the force and taught me to wiled it in ways I would never thought possible.

I was taught extensively in the teachings of Master Uthar, Darth Malak, and Darth Revan. They were the more important figures in recent history. And then the whole incident with Senator Palpatine was dicussed and how we could learn from Darth Vader's faults...

Now we followed under the command of Dark Lord Vincere. I seemed to be the only one who truly revelled in his presence. I worshipped this man quite literally. I was at his beck and call. I would have done anything for this man. Some might be so brave to say I loved him. I don't know how that could have been possible though. He was a very mysterious character and no one heard much from him. Yet, through it all, I still managed to work my way up to earn the title of Sith Lord.

I hadn't felt Airy in years... I was beginning to think I had lost him for good...

I was on the planet of Endor, taking care of a few... 'negotiations', when I felt him.

 

I dropped out of hyperspace unexpectedly, far beyond where I was hoping to be. Dathomir was the closest planet to me at that point. I looked at my controls and turned off all that didn't harm the shuttle. Something was awkward.

“Master?”

I didn't answer. I felt something. I reveled in my memories for a moment, thinking about the planets I had been to lately in search for a lost friend. Arkania, Kuat, Antar, Denon, Derra IV, Tibrin, Bespin, Endor, and even Mustafar, which was a stretch for any Jedi. Something was searching for me. Someone had felt my presence, had felt my signature, and known me specifically and was calling out for me. A beacon of light that needed me.

I opened my eyes. I was too far right now to know what it was. I couldn't tell if it was another Jedi or a Sith. I felt a surge of strength fill me.

“Master?”

“We need to land, right now.”

“I thought we were trickin-”

“Not anymore. We need to land and get this bug off us. Then, we have to go back.”

“Go back? Where?”

“Coruscant. Taris will be retreating all of their Jedi there. No Sith or Imperial will go there right now. Vincere isn't stupid.”

It sent a surge of fear through my body to say his name. Nothing could be that great that it could damage the thought process, but he had found a way.

“R-7, take us to Dathomir.”

Beeps confirmed.

 

It was getting dark as I moved ahead. No blame on the sun, I was just a little comfortable practicing in the dark. Perhaps to test my awareness?

I marched on the hill, my tired toes clinging on to the last scrap of my namesake slipper. I whistled as I activated my lightsaber, and let it roll around my finger. I tired to work with my other powers too - and why not - in times of emergency, multi-tasking was needed as always.

I felt an alien presence nearby. I slipped my lightsaber back into cover and looked up the sky, searching for plausible evidence of invasion. Luckily, there was nothing much to contemplate about. Or was my mind playing tricks on me? Who knew. I hadn't slept well enough.

I sighed and slid off the hill, thinking of joining the official forces now. I was a mere servant of loneliness - little knowledge had come to me in this time. But still, my marital partner kept me worried about pursuing this idea. He knew me, and supported me - but was that just in name?

Suddenly there was a cloudy figure which went past me. I stood my ground and activated my lightsaber.

 

“Yes Master.” I said with a grin, bowing my head slightly. A good pay day, something that made the difficulty of killing the Jedi worth it. I quickly walked out the door, as it opened at my presence. Ozean followed not far behind, her feet clanking on the metal of the floor in unison with mine.

We suddenly came to a stop as we took our first turn down another walkway. I turned around, and she looked at me her stance still strong. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she gave me a smile.

“I’m proud of you Ozean.” I said, returning the smile, “I really am.”

She squeezed my hand, “Thanks mother.”

I quickly took my hand off her shoulder, and my face turned serious.

“You can’t tell Meer what happened in there.” I muttered, “I know you’ll want to.”

She looked at me, a flash of anger came over her face, “Why not?” she snapped.

I grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tightly, “Don’t you take that tone with me.” I growled, “Your brother will worry himself, or even worse, he’ll confront the Emperor.” I let go of her wrist, and she rubbed it, her eyes became sad.

“You don’t want to cause his death, do you?” I said, grabbing her chin in hand, “Do you?”

She looked up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, “No.” I leaned in to hug her, and quickly pulled out of it, as three Empirial Soldiers walked by. I returned to my emotionless face, and stared them down as they walked by.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said, tracing our steps from before to reach the dock. Meer ran our way once we neared the ship, a smirk on his face.

“Have fun?” he asked, taking my satchel from my shoulder.

“Of course, meeting the Emperor is always a ball.” answered Ozean, and I gave her a stern look; a reminder. She frowned back at me, and we boarded the ship.

“Where are we being sent anyways?” he finally asked, as he put my satchel in the back, “Somewhere tropical I hope.” He added with a laugh.

“Endor, one of it’s moons.” I muttered, sitting in one of the back seats, “More then likely he’s on the forested moon, with the Ewoks.”

He looked at me, a grin on his face.

“Kill, right?”

“Yup.” said Ozean, grabbing one of the extra guns from the cabinet, “An old Jedi.”

“Sounds like a blast.” said Meer with a grin.

 

Invasion of Taris Pt.1--Adam Morin

“All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately. All Jedi report to the loading docks immediately,” came the voice of Master B'rr over the intercom as the red lights of the temple began flashing.

Jedi Knight and Initiate alike began making their way towards the loading docks in some form of organized chaos. There had been several drills like this, but the expression on the faces of some of the Knights and their apprentices seemed troubled. Adam doubted this was a drill.

“Leave them! We must go now,” exclaimed Master B'rr to those who were trying to gather personal belongings. His expression was unreadable, if a little pensive. Adam closed his eyes and reached out with the Force, searching it for answers. Goosebumps popped up on his skin. He could just barely feel it, far on the edge of his senses. A dark and powerful force. It was just barely there, like a light seen through a blanket, and it was aware of him.

"What's going on, Adam?" Momo asked, frantic. "Why is everyone running? Where should we go?"

Adam's eyes snapped open. Momo was looking up at him for answers. "Come on Momo. We have to get out of here. I don't know what it is, but I just got a really bad feeling. Stay close to me."

With no more than that, he set off into the crowd of Jedi as they made their way to the loading docks with Momo in tow.

 

His lightsaber was a brilliant cyan. It was held out with pride, with determination, with anger. I could feel it. I loved the strength. He would make a wonderful apprentice of the Empire. I grinned, baring my sharp black, yellow teeth. His feelings expressed everything he desired; the power to strike me down, to become something great, to be something great, and to bring peace to the galaxy. Another futile attempt for a Jedi to become a hero that would purely be misconstrued and lost. Attacking me on my own vessel, in my own quarters with purely moronic.

He was young, not much older then eighteen, with bright blue eyes and brown hair. I hated those eyes. They were trying to read my soul, my thoughts, tear down my cement walls that were not meant to be read by anyone. I had become very powerful in blocking out intruders like this fool, but it didn’t seem to stop his pitiful attempts.

He lifted his lightsaber slowly, and ran towards me. My smile faded.

I lifted my hand in front of him, palm down, my double-edged lightsaber lifting itself just below my hand and my curved hilt lightsaber rising to the left of the other. All three blades turned on in the air, in unison. One purple and the other two on the singled-hilt red. I moved my hands gently, my fingers jolting up and down. As I did so, my blades attacked, circling in the air wildly.

He had not been expecting this. He blocked several of the blows, struggling to withstand some of the stronger attacks. He was untouched by the blades, but he was being tossed easily. I closed my hands, gripping so tight that my razor nails tore into my palm. I jumped towards the blades, grabbing both, and began maneuvering so fast that the boy finally fell to the ground. I dropped the double-edged blade in the air, the blade turning off and returning to its position on my belt.

I barely lifted my pointer finger, his body being lifted from the ground. He still had hold of his lightsaber, but that did nothing but provoke me to punish. I threw his body into the metal wall twenty feet from me. I continued the force push upon his chest until he had left a dent in the wall before letting him fall. I could feel the breathe in him, the rise of his heart and lungs, and the fall of his strength. I laughed.

I lifted my hand, his body following and tossed him heavily into the other wall, his body crashing into it with so much force that he dented it on impact. I continued the push until I was tired of it. He fell to the ground, the blade no longer in his grip. I smiled, picking him up once more.

I walked towards him as I slowly started to close my hand. The pressure on his body began to become intense. I could hear the cracking of his bones, the sound of his protuberances of the bones to be forced to one another, the middle of many bones crack within themselves, shattering loudly; as if the sound of a gun.

I was near his face now. He was screaming so loudly that his voice was finally beginning to fade. Air was barely allowed in.

“I could save you.” I grinning. “I could make all the pain disappear. I could fix all of these wounds. I could take all of this away.”

He didn’t respond, desperately trying to break free, but I was too strong; too strong for any Jedi or Sith.

"This isn't even a tenth of my power, Jedi."

Still, no response.

"I could destroy you with just the thought of your death in mind, and yet, you say nothing to your Dark Lord?"

He looked me in the eyes, glaring with those blue eyes I hated.

“You’ll have to learn your place, young one.” I smiled, throwing the crippled body into the wall once again, the force of the impact denting the wall further than either of the last two. The metal was supposed to be able to surpass tens of thousands of pounds, if not more. I was unimpressed.

“So what should I do to you,” I said sinisterly, “I know.”

I grabbed the body from the air, letting it float there for a moment before pulling it towards me, his body spiraling in the air. I smiled as I swung my lightsaber just barely, severing off his leg and arm. I smiled as the limp body parts fell beside me, my force field keeping me dry from the blood that had been released from the attack.

“You need to understand, young Jedi,” I said as I turned around, noticing he had left yet another dent in my wall. “I am supremecy in the greatest degree.”

I grabbed the body once more and let it float towards me.

“Join me before it’s too late.”

He shunned my offer, causing extreme anger in my body. I tighted the grip, bones cracking once more as I threw the body towards the wall by my door, his body breaking through the metal into the corridor just beyond, denting the wall across from the hole. He was bleeding and dying quickly. I pulled the body back, his body crashing through the hole once more, scraping away fragments of skin and chunks of muscle.

I let him float in front of me, in pain.

“No one defies me!” I said.

From behind me, my wall of prizes started to move. Hundreds of lightsabers floated in the air at once, turning on in unison. The buzz of the lightsabers, and the sounds of many of them crashing together made the young Jedi cry out loud in pain. Many of them flew to the hole he had just left, leaving lightsabers to his right and to his left.

“If you will not join me,” I forced through my teeth, “then you will parish.”

He screamed. “Okay! I will! I will!”

I smiled wide. “Too late.”

I lowered my hand, his body tearing in half from his stomach, the body colliding with the sabers on both ends. His screams were muffled only by the grinding and buzzes of the lightsabers, blood in both the area where I had torn him, leading to the lightsabers on both end of the room. Remains of the Jedi’s bones and organs landed on the grounds by my wall of prizes and the remainder of the Jedi in the corridor from the hole in the wall.

Stormtroopers continued on with their normal activities, paying absolutely no attention to the blood, struggle, or dents anywhere. No one dared look into my room.

I grinned, walking over to my study to look at a small icon on the screen. Fravlous had left me a transmission. I thought for a second, knowing full well it dealt with the Sith from Tatooine. I would deal with him when he transmitted me though. No reason giving him a mission until then.

I turned and left my quarters, the hall completely empty wherever I walked. On to more pressing matters.

 

C’Tzr approached the Destroyer. The old man’s shriveled corpse slung over one shoulder. A pair of storm troopers guarded the entrance ramp. They fixed their weapons on C’Tzr and said something. Their words were lost to the swirling voices that slithered around the dead body. He felt their fear begin to mix with the voices that formed the force. The intent to fire cut through the voices for the briefest of moments. Suddenly C’Tzr looked around wondering how e even arrived at the spaceport. As the stormtrooper’s knuckle began to tighten on the trigger, the swirling faces leapt in between the groves of his white armor. A splash of blood cascaded from beneath the helmet. The second stormtrooper looked at his comrade and lowered his weapon.
“My guards shall me fear me far more than death,” muttered C’Tzr, as he entered the destroyer.
The Sith knight stopped at the entrance. Closing his eyes, he focused on gathering the cloying, thick waves of the force that saturated the ship. Slowly, C’Tzr pulled strands off and mixed it with the fanged grimaces that were his constant companions now. They wormed in and out of the old man’s neck until it tore free. Bathed in gore, C’Tzr laughed and waited.

 

Haziwak

Personal Introduction
Name: Haziwak
Notable Aliases: Haze
Age: 210
Gender: Male
Birth Planet: Kashyyyk
Race: Wookiee
Language: Galatic Basic, Shyriiwook, understanding of most languages.
Family
Parents: Orphan
Siblings: None
Spouse: Sirtfa (Deceased)
Descendants: None
Genealogical Descendants: N/A
Appearance Introduction:


Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown / Auburn
Height: Two Meters
Weight: 450 pounds
Prominent Hand: Right
Attire: battle vest: one hardened metallic band across chest and back with ammunition holders and pistol / rifle holsters.
Description: Brown and auburn blended hair at mid-length all around body, as wookiee's have. Battle vest with one strap over the chest and backside with holster on hip and back, although not limited to.



Association Introduction:

Job: Mercenary

Weapons:
Weapon One: Blaster
Black, smooth blaster with engraved initials in hilt.
Weapon Two: Bowcaster
Long-edged mechanic crossbow with explosive type arrows.
Weapon Three: ryyk blades
Two single-bladed "daggers" hand-crafted by Wookiees themselves. One blade was long-edged, the other a scythe like blade.

Mastery of all Ten Powers

 

Endor

Zzyzx (Or Z for short)

Ewok. Empire. Sith Lord 'pet' persay. Looks similar to Romba, but instead is varying shades of grey on his face. {http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Romba} May be direct descendent.

He's freakin' adorable!

 

I tried to hold on to that feeling. I tried to focus my thoughts on him and only him, but the sensation disappeared almost as soon as it had come. I sighed in disappointment. Another false alarm.

The 'negotiations' had gone well. The two Jedi lay dead or dying in the tranquility ofthe trees and I had stolen both of their lightsabers. One a glowing green and the other a slivering silver. The silver one was amazing, but not enough to surpass my violet and certainly not my red. That one held sentimental value. No great loss. I would just give it to my master as usual.

Something stirred in the trees. I whirled around, powering on my lightsaber as I did so. I looked into the trees.

"Who's there?" I called. There was no reply, but a little creature stumbled out of the flora. It was an Ewok, the local inhabitants of the planet. It was grey and looked like a teddy bear. It barely reached my waist. And, despite my teachings in the Sith way, my human emotions got the better of me.

"Aww..." I cooed. "You're so cuuuuute!" I turned off the lightsaber.

What are you doing, Sylvana? You're a Sith! Control yourself! It's just a creature.

It staggered to me. It had various cuts on its body and there were several blod clots on its fur. I heard what sounded like the rest of the tribe in the distance.

"Are you running from your tribe?" I asked, hoping it would understand. It merely nodded. "Come with me." I took it by the hand, or paw, and pulled it to my ship. We departed quickly.

 

“Emperor Vincere.”

I could often year the thoughts of Fravlous when he was trying to contact me when I was away from any communications board. I listened without response.

“The Sith Knight is aboard. Lord Sylvana has reported in from Endor. She sounded distracted, but reports she has your prizes. Lord Sinex was also missing from his quarters. Would you still like to speak with him?”

It annoyed me that he would ask questions in his thoughts. He had learned early on I could read them, and thought very simply, always on task and very disciplined in what he thought when I was around. I smiled. I was much further away from him then he thought, but it didn’t matter.

“Sinex will appear when he’s needed. When Darth Sylvana returns, tell her to report to my Study on Grotesque Dominæ but to say out of it until I return. I’ll send the coordinates at a later time.”

“What about the Sith Knight?”

“I told you, he will contact me. I will respond to him directly.”

“Yes, milord.”

I walked into a new room of the Grotesque Dominæ, where I could see a planet not too far off in the distance.

“Emperor,” the leading officer said, “We have made it to Togoria.”

“Where do they stand?”

“They are with the Republic now. NOCIS couldn’t get them to join. The Yuuzhan Vong won’t land. Humans aren’t permitted on the planet, and the Togorians may take drastic measures if we land.”

I grinned. “Fine. Prepare the Planetary Proton Beams."


One of the biggest features on my shuttle was how I had it created. I modeled my firing power after the Death Star. The advantage I have over the Death Star, however, was my shuttle had the same firing power in a far more efficiently, smaller, quicker shuttle. It allowed me to travel at top speeds through the galaxy, and still have the ability to keep control over it.

“Sir?!”
I looked at him, his back cracking in four places before he screaming. “Prepare the Superlaser.”

I released my instantaneous grip on him and looked back at the planet.

“When it’s ready, fire.”

I turned and exited the room, listening to the crackling of the machine-work, the beam readying, and finally, a planet exploding. I smiled as the door closed behind me.

 

The doors slid closed with a pneumatic hiss as C’Tzr examined his room. It was clean, almost sterile. Just like the storm trooper’s armor and that idiot Fravlous’ uniform. The faces of the force didn’t like it. They faded slightly in such sterile conditions.

The Sith knight tossed a small glass against the far wall. Focusing his mind, he spun the shards faster and faster until they were nearly invisible. Then lowered his stump into the center. The splatter of blood stained the pristine white walls. The presence of the force grew. The maelstrom of faces came into focus again, trying with futile effort to lap of C’Tzr’s lifeblood.

C’Tzr smiled. “That’s better.”

The Sith Knight left his room, a trail of blood from his ruined stump coaxing the faces to follow him. A storm trooper stood guard at the opposite end of the hallway. C’Tzr crept up on him. Using his will to enhance skills honed through years of bloody pit fighting. He was literally standing next to the trooper unseen. The force had blinded the man’s simple mind.

“I wonder,” said C’Tzr. Wrapping the psychic faces around him like a cloak, C’Tzr stood in front of the trooper willing himself to remain unseen.

The storm trooper didn’t move but stared straight into C’Tzr’s eyes, thinking he was watching the corridor beyond. A maintenance worker approached. C’Tzr waited for him to pass right in front of the barrel of the trooper’s gun before pulling the trigger. The worker’s thoughts were plastered over the trooper’s uniform. C’Tzr smiled as the white armor turned red. The blood and the trooper’s fear made the faces even stronger. Unseen, C’Tzr began moving around the ship. Soon the sounds of weapons firing and confused men filled the air.

C’Tzr returned to his room and let the faces fall from him. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He was red and glistening. Staring at the faces, he twisted them into a single, snarling image of himself. The C’Tzr face screamed, “Vincere!”