Crystaall sighed as she put her hands on her hips, taking a final walk around the circular ship. Not a single weapon was on this ship, except for her own. Nothing. No rifles, no pistols, not even a decent thermal detonator. This ship was made for basic needs and nothing else. Vex never left his ship without a weapon, so why did he have a ship with no weapons in it, except for the ones he carried on his waist on had installed on this ship? She couldn't fathom what he had done with the massive supply of weapons she knew he had. She shook the thought from her mind a she walked back to the cockpit and looked around the small area. The buttons and switches all around the compact space, but one thing was different. Normally the standard YT-1300 had four seats in the pilot area. This one had three, and a fridge. A fridge. She couldn't believe Vex put a fridge in the most inconvenient area possible. It sat right behind the pilot's chair. Before she could investigate any further, R4 began to whimper without a sign of stopping, until Crystaall looked out the window.
"What is it.... R4.....?"
Looking out the small viewport, she saw the massive ship. It was another Star Destroyer firing upon a different YT-1300, that obviously had no decent skill of evading such a big ship. She watched in silence as the Imperial ship continued to fire upon the YT-1300 until it shot into hyperspace. Crystaall patted her droid on the head and began to speak quietly.
"Take us in slow and steady buddy. Let us hope their friends haven't reported us yet."
Crystaall took her helmet off the dashboard, and placed it back on her head as it clicked in place with the necklace-armor's frame. She decided to sit back in the pilot chair as she settled herself in, watching the ship enter Tatooine's atmosphere. There wasn't much to look at but sand, cities and more sand. But Crystaall adored this planet. If anyone needed a place to go to if they were in trouble with the Empire or bounty hunters, they could come here. Of course, it'd cost many credits to even get here with no questions asked, but even here was a place of crime, bounty and murder. And the place she planned to visit was known for its crime and villainy. Mos Eisley .
12/18/13
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 1
A loud thunk echoed through the bridge. He was furious. They were so close and yet that ship escaped their grasp quicker than anticipated. The anger across his face, flushed his cheeks red as he raised his left hand to brush back his short black hair. He straightened himself out and turned to face his lieutenant. The man in uniform was scared of what his commander would do to him. He wasn't as strong as Darth Vader, but he trained with the Imperial guard half of his life. This made him just as dangerous. The man backhanded his lieutenant with a quick slap that sounded as if a hand print was being thrown into a concrete wall. The many people who worked for the commander never stopped working, they did their job and never paid heed to the action that happened above them. The man who was their commander was young, probably in his early twenties, possibly younger, but he was as tall as everyone else and had earned his right to command the fools beneath him. He always wore a black cloak over his uniform and even participated in his own troops conquering of cities when need be. He raised his hand again and yelled at the top of his voice.
"Someone tell me where she is, or I swear this man will not see daylight ever again! That means right now you imbeciles!"
One of the men on the bottom of the bridge stood up, with a three finger salute on his left hand above his eyebrow. He was shaking nervously and his voice was worse.
"She jumped into the Outer Rim sir! Somewhere near Tatooine space!."
The commander turned his hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and struck the lieutenant in front of him with a punch to his right jaw. The man fell, completely shocked by the force used against him. He hit the ground, bouncing off the steel floor and moaning in pain.
"Get us into Outer Rim territories, I want to see if she lands on Tatooine or not. And can someone get this disgraceful peice of a man off my bridge floor. He's ruining my peace and quiet with his groaning and mumbling."
How she woke up was not the most pleseant way to get up, but it seemed like R4's best idea. The droid was screaming as if a fuse had blown, and from what Crystaall could make out, he was just concerned if she hit her head too hard.
"R4 I'm perfectly fine, back off and check ship's systems. We need to know what we have."
She said this in a sleepily tone as she did her best to sit up in the big chair. She slowly took off her helmet, placing it on the dashboard as she then placed her hands on her forehead. Nothing could convince her this was a dream. She lifted herself up from the chair as she struggled to get to her feet, but kept her balance. She stretched her arms and began to walk out of the cockpit with its many switches and buttons she barely knew about. She opened her eyes wide open and blinked as she looked around the small, yet homey area Vex had made his ship.The ship's walls were covered in sprays of crimson pain. Crystaall almost thought it looked like blood, but it had too much of a glossy color to portray as blood. There were several places that had small ledges Vex had installed with nothing on them except for a deck of Pazaak cards on the one to her right. To her right was where most of the engine works and other wires and pipes were placed There was just a small bad placed on the far wall, and in front of it stood a small bar with many different bottles of wine and booze. She smirked and chuckled to herself as she noticed that most of them came from Corellia. The bar wasn't dusty, which meant Vex either cleaned it constantly or was drunk most of the time. The main resting area had a training mat in white and black colors and another bed. most likely for a guest. Both of the beds were nice and clean, and pillows were distributed evenly. Now the training mat was not like Vex's style, because he has hated the empire ever since she met him. But the mat had the Imperial Insignia, but it looked as if it was an older version of their symbol. It was possibly before she was born. There was even a holoprojector, she guessed this is what he had used to talk to her when she tried connecting with him over the HoloNet on her small system. The one she left back at her apartment. It was most likely fitted with training programs, so she decided to look at those later as she walked back to the bar. She had a surprised look on her face as she stopped midstep, placing her foot back in its place as she stared at the Mustafarian lava lamp that was secured onto the counter.
"That slick Mandolorian."
"Someone tell me where she is, or I swear this man will not see daylight ever again! That means right now you imbeciles!"
One of the men on the bottom of the bridge stood up, with a three finger salute on his left hand above his eyebrow. He was shaking nervously and his voice was worse.
"She jumped into the Outer Rim sir! Somewhere near Tatooine space!."
The commander turned his hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and struck the lieutenant in front of him with a punch to his right jaw. The man fell, completely shocked by the force used against him. He hit the ground, bouncing off the steel floor and moaning in pain.
"Get us into Outer Rim territories, I want to see if she lands on Tatooine or not. And can someone get this disgraceful peice of a man off my bridge floor. He's ruining my peace and quiet with his groaning and mumbling."
How she woke up was not the most pleseant way to get up, but it seemed like R4's best idea. The droid was screaming as if a fuse had blown, and from what Crystaall could make out, he was just concerned if she hit her head too hard.
"R4 I'm perfectly fine, back off and check ship's systems. We need to know what we have."
She said this in a sleepily tone as she did her best to sit up in the big chair. She slowly took off her helmet, placing it on the dashboard as she then placed her hands on her forehead. Nothing could convince her this was a dream. She lifted herself up from the chair as she struggled to get to her feet, but kept her balance. She stretched her arms and began to walk out of the cockpit with its many switches and buttons she barely knew about. She opened her eyes wide open and blinked as she looked around the small, yet homey area Vex had made his ship.The ship's walls were covered in sprays of crimson pain. Crystaall almost thought it looked like blood, but it had too much of a glossy color to portray as blood. There were several places that had small ledges Vex had installed with nothing on them except for a deck of Pazaak cards on the one to her right. To her right was where most of the engine works and other wires and pipes were placed There was just a small bad placed on the far wall, and in front of it stood a small bar with many different bottles of wine and booze. She smirked and chuckled to herself as she noticed that most of them came from Corellia. The bar wasn't dusty, which meant Vex either cleaned it constantly or was drunk most of the time. The main resting area had a training mat in white and black colors and another bed. most likely for a guest. Both of the beds were nice and clean, and pillows were distributed evenly. Now the training mat was not like Vex's style, because he has hated the empire ever since she met him. But the mat had the Imperial Insignia, but it looked as if it was an older version of their symbol. It was possibly before she was born. There was even a holoprojector, she guessed this is what he had used to talk to her when she tried connecting with him over the HoloNet on her small system. The one she left back at her apartment. It was most likely fitted with training programs, so she decided to look at those later as she walked back to the bar. She had a surprised look on her face as she stopped midstep, placing her foot back in its place as she stared at the Mustafarian lava lamp that was secured onto the counter.
"That slick Mandolorian."
12/17/13
For anyone that has been following the past weeks
I want to let you all know that I will be starting Chapter 3 today, which is named Royal Protection. The last 2 chapters are finally off my back. :D For anyone that wants to know how far I've already written I am writing Chapter five, with some minor procrastination and thoughts colliding on how to keep things going with an abrupt stop in the story. So far things have gone along fine, and what you are reading now are revisions of the chapters I wrote two months back. These chapters are about 5- 6 pages long on lined paper and have been created possibly longer than that due to my revisions. There are lots of parts I have written that aren't in full description that need it or have parts that either don't make sense and may confuse the reader or is just complete bullshit. So there's that. For anyone wishing to comment or talk to me, I am unavailable to even see comments during my school hours, so when I am able to comment or respond most of the time is around 3:30-10:30 pm Eastern time. I just thought I should let everyone know this now so we all understand when I can talk. For anyone interested in what is coming up next, its all in due time. All I can really say is things will slowly reach a strong momentum. For starters, I'll be introducing the main antagonist throughout the series. I will also be introducing a dark ally to the series, or a curse if you want to call it that, and maybe a few other characters that are important to Crystaall and her journey. May the Force be with you-Dominik Sanmarco
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 6
It only took a few more minutes to finish off the TIE fighters. But when everything went silent within the blackness of space as they hovered above Coruscant, she could finally see why there were so man of them. An Imperial Star Destroyer was coming up fast behind them and R4 began to screech wildly as Crystaall dropped out of the top turret and made her way to the cockpit where the little astromech had plugged himself in, controling the ship.
"R4 we need to get out of here, we can't take any fire from that Destroyer for too long."
And just as she spoke the ship shook from the mighty blow that hit the back of the Hawke. Crystaall nearly fell from the shot, she had not ever been inside a ship this big before, having used a stolen Jedi starfighter to get from place to place. She forced herself into the pilot's seat and leaned forward, grabbing the lever for hyperdrive.
"R4, find a planet that they won't attack us at. And do it fast!"
The droid beeped furiously and the ship shook again, this time the starboard being hit and Crystaall was thrown back into the chair, accidentally pulling the lever and watched in horror as the hyperdrive activated and sent them farther in the black of space. The hit had knocked her unconscious and R4 was thrown out of his socket, hitting the back wall of the cockpit and squealing in pain of the sudden attack. Crystaall quickly fell into a deep sleep from the hit, and she could only imagine what it could have been.
Death Watch. They were one of the most recognized elite force of Mandolore. Heroes and protectors of the planet, and feared warriors. Some were exiled for the disrespect of their leaders, their government, and those who betrayed Mandalore, were executed or worse. This is what she knew. This was all the captain told her as he trained her. But this was before they trained her. So she sat there on the floor on the corner of a block of homes unknown to her as she watched people walk by. She would hold her hand out for change and very few would even consider handing her anything. Other children laughed at her demise, but her pain would hurt them more than her as they ran away crying and screaming as she took money off the boy she just knocked out. What she did with that money was store it in a small black bag. She carried it with her constantly, even when she scavenged for supplies in trash heaps and dumpsters behind small businesses she never cared for. This day would be no different as she soon fell back from her post and began to lightly seach the trash that was piled in the alley.
That's when they attacked. Without warning they stood on both sides of her as she looked at them in fright. They all wore grey armor as the ten year old girl stared at them. She did what she always did. Observe and watch with her mind, and strategize her options with her eyes. She never knew why she could do this, but it helped her when people tried to hurt her, just like they tried to do it now. They were after her credits and she could feel it from the ominous presence that filled the air. Then they attacked. Two attacked her, running with full speed as she began to run towards the wall with them following her. Se jumped and jumped once more off the wall, flipping in the air and striking out with both of her tiny feet, knocking the grey armored soldiers down on their backs, groaning in disgust of how easily they were fooled. The last armored man never moved. He stood there and watched as the small child landed on her hands, rolling to her feet and raising her fists. And in all the commotion, she never focused long enough as a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up, high off the ground and bringing her face to face with a battle-hardened face with no hair but his long grey beard and many scars across his face.
"You are skilled, but you will be nothing in the long run. I will spare your life, if you will join me, and train with me. I will provide almost everything you need, including a personally crafted armor set of your choosing. But you will never defy me. Do you understand little girl?"
"I understand. I understand that I will kill you when I become the strongest person you ever trained and I will become a legend and a hero."
"Good luck kid, you have a few years before you are even half my skill. And anyone trained under me, will never be a hero, only a hunter and a demon. A demon determined to kill."
"R4 we need to get out of here, we can't take any fire from that Destroyer for too long."
And just as she spoke the ship shook from the mighty blow that hit the back of the Hawke. Crystaall nearly fell from the shot, she had not ever been inside a ship this big before, having used a stolen Jedi starfighter to get from place to place. She forced herself into the pilot's seat and leaned forward, grabbing the lever for hyperdrive.
"R4, find a planet that they won't attack us at. And do it fast!"
The droid beeped furiously and the ship shook again, this time the starboard being hit and Crystaall was thrown back into the chair, accidentally pulling the lever and watched in horror as the hyperdrive activated and sent them farther in the black of space. The hit had knocked her unconscious and R4 was thrown out of his socket, hitting the back wall of the cockpit and squealing in pain of the sudden attack. Crystaall quickly fell into a deep sleep from the hit, and she could only imagine what it could have been.
Death Watch. They were one of the most recognized elite force of Mandolore. Heroes and protectors of the planet, and feared warriors. Some were exiled for the disrespect of their leaders, their government, and those who betrayed Mandalore, were executed or worse. This is what she knew. This was all the captain told her as he trained her. But this was before they trained her. So she sat there on the floor on the corner of a block of homes unknown to her as she watched people walk by. She would hold her hand out for change and very few would even consider handing her anything. Other children laughed at her demise, but her pain would hurt them more than her as they ran away crying and screaming as she took money off the boy she just knocked out. What she did with that money was store it in a small black bag. She carried it with her constantly, even when she scavenged for supplies in trash heaps and dumpsters behind small businesses she never cared for. This day would be no different as she soon fell back from her post and began to lightly seach the trash that was piled in the alley.
That's when they attacked. Without warning they stood on both sides of her as she looked at them in fright. They all wore grey armor as the ten year old girl stared at them. She did what she always did. Observe and watch with her mind, and strategize her options with her eyes. She never knew why she could do this, but it helped her when people tried to hurt her, just like they tried to do it now. They were after her credits and she could feel it from the ominous presence that filled the air. Then they attacked. Two attacked her, running with full speed as she began to run towards the wall with them following her. Se jumped and jumped once more off the wall, flipping in the air and striking out with both of her tiny feet, knocking the grey armored soldiers down on their backs, groaning in disgust of how easily they were fooled. The last armored man never moved. He stood there and watched as the small child landed on her hands, rolling to her feet and raising her fists. And in all the commotion, she never focused long enough as a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up, high off the ground and bringing her face to face with a battle-hardened face with no hair but his long grey beard and many scars across his face.
"You are skilled, but you will be nothing in the long run. I will spare your life, if you will join me, and train with me. I will provide almost everything you need, including a personally crafted armor set of your choosing. But you will never defy me. Do you understand little girl?"
"I understand. I understand that I will kill you when I become the strongest person you ever trained and I will become a legend and a hero."
"Good luck kid, you have a few years before you are even half my skill. And anyone trained under me, will never be a hero, only a hunter and a demon. A demon determined to kill."
12/16/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 5
All she could do was watch as his body hit the floor. Her hand reached out as if she tried to grab the air in front of her. As if she could grab him from that far away and hold him close to her face. But as she pulled back her hand, the body shifted and Jigual looked directly at her. She couldn't hesitate, not now. She rushed to her feet, pushing herself up and slamming down the trigger for the Dragon Hawke's ramp. All she could hope was that Jigual would not be able to get her and that Vex was not dead. But hope was just an emotion, an empty glass waiting to be destroyed.
"R4 get this ship started right now! We need to leave!"
The droid beeped several times as it started up the ship and the engines of the Hawke roared. The black YT-1300 lifted off its platform and turned in a 180 degree and shot out of the hangar with speed. Jigual and his goons began to open fire, with shots flying past but barely hitting the ship's hull. Crystaall couldn't move as she sat down in the pilots chair and tried to get back up. She couldn't do it. She kept telling herself this was another bad dream. She had a dream within a dream and that she would wake once more in her room and actually see daylight pierce her blinds on the only window she had. But this wasn't a dream. For this was anything but a dream, a nightmare at best, but even a nightmare wouldn't give you the rush of adrenaline, the loss of emotion. It took away your emotion so you could feel it when you exited your own mind. The pain in her heart struck out, breaking her mind's paralysis, having her realize that this could not be a dream or a nightmare. That she was being chased, not by Jigual, but by Imperial TIE Fighters. Her anger rose for Jigual, hoping he was in one of those fighters, but she knew he was too much of a coward to bargain with the Empire. Her droid beeped furiously as Crystaall woke from her stance and rushed into the turrets.
"So much for a subtle escape."
She started up the turrets and began to unload a massive burst of laser fire at the TIE Fighters, with them retaliating in full as she dropped in and out of each turret, firing in short bursts and taking them out one by one. The explosions weren't pretty but she felt satisfied, unleashing her anger upon fools who would chase her down. They would feel her untamed wrath.
"R4 get this ship started right now! We need to leave!"
The droid beeped several times as it started up the ship and the engines of the Hawke roared. The black YT-1300 lifted off its platform and turned in a 180 degree and shot out of the hangar with speed. Jigual and his goons began to open fire, with shots flying past but barely hitting the ship's hull. Crystaall couldn't move as she sat down in the pilots chair and tried to get back up. She couldn't do it. She kept telling herself this was another bad dream. She had a dream within a dream and that she would wake once more in her room and actually see daylight pierce her blinds on the only window she had. But this wasn't a dream. For this was anything but a dream, a nightmare at best, but even a nightmare wouldn't give you the rush of adrenaline, the loss of emotion. It took away your emotion so you could feel it when you exited your own mind. The pain in her heart struck out, breaking her mind's paralysis, having her realize that this could not be a dream or a nightmare. That she was being chased, not by Jigual, but by Imperial TIE Fighters. Her anger rose for Jigual, hoping he was in one of those fighters, but she knew he was too much of a coward to bargain with the Empire. Her droid beeped furiously as Crystaall woke from her stance and rushed into the turrets.
"So much for a subtle escape."
She started up the turrets and began to unload a massive burst of laser fire at the TIE Fighters, with them retaliating in full as she dropped in and out of each turret, firing in short bursts and taking them out one by one. The explosions weren't pretty but she felt satisfied, unleashing her anger upon fools who would chase her down. They would feel her untamed wrath.
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