1/10/14
Unfortunate Mistake
I want to let everyone know there will not be a part today. This is because I rushed out the last part and never looked it over. I feel as if I just threw it out at you guys with no care. There will be some minor changes, or major. We shall see, but please bear with me if I make a mistake like this again. It will be fixed if I feel it has to be.
1/9/14
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 8
Her anger had taken control, and she was running on everything but fumes as she left the cantina with heavy steps, a representation of those oblivious that she meant business as she threw the door off the wall with her hand. Before the rodian could grab her arm to stop her, she rushed off with his left arm hanging in the air.
"Crystaall! Damn it!"
He pushed himself up and checked for his pistol as he quickly made his way through the cantina and out the open door. He knew he should have been more forward. But nothing could change her mind now. He began to exit the cantina, but he soon noticed that she was way farther than he expected. He started to head toward the spaceport with a small jog, but it soon turned into a full sprint as he noticed the destruction of small stores that were possibly not even in her way.
She was pissed. Why did he do that? Why would he not tell her a thing!? No hints, no messages, and not even a secret will for his death. Her anger began to deplete as she began to notice the sadness of her situation. She wished he was here, to comfort her, to tell her himself the whys and the whats. But he was gone.... taken from her by a man who hunted royalty. She made her way into the hangar she landed in and looked at the ship. The Dragon Hawke. Vex's prized vessel, and now it was hers. He would never had minded, and if she ever decided to work with him, he would have let her. She never did, when they separated, they separated for a long time, she did her own thing and he did his. But it was clear that he never left. He was always there.
"And why wouldn't he be? It was his honor to protect you. That is the least respect you should give him."
That voice. Once again that voice had taken her mind and sent her words that no one spoke. Why? Why did this voice torture her? Or was it trying to help? It was possible its mission is to guide her, almost like Vex would do, just like anyone she knew would do for her.
"Crystaall!!!"
"I see you're not alone."
Two people, but that second voice was different. It sounded harsh and full of violence, as if it was tortured and accepts its pain. She turned to the rodian and then turned to face the other voice. It was the black stormtrooper, but he had no helmet. Instead he wore a dark violet robe with weird symbols upon it. And he held something in his hand. Crystaall sighed as she hoped that the rodian wouldn't get himself involved.
"Rodian, leave here!"
"Its Grey-Kast!"
"Grey-Kast, leave now!"
It was very sudden. She wanted him to close the door, but he never did. It shut right as she felt the urge to do it for him. And the door shut in front of the rodian with no warning as Crystaall turned her attention back to the man in robed armor.
"I see you can use the Force again."
"I could never use the Force, you mistake me for another armored girl."
"I could never mistake someone like you."
The man took a few steps forward, and Crystaall could see the smirk on his face. He pressed a button on the small object and the blade shot out like a burst of flames, revealing the crimson blade of light, its red color shining through his robes and reflecting off his armor. She had only heard stories of these weapons, and she was almost reluctant to fight him. But Crystaall assumed she would have no other choice.
"We can do this easily or extremely difficult. That is your decision to make."
"I don't know you, nor do I care, but I always prefer a challenge."
With quick speed on her mind, Crystaall whiped out two hidden knives from one of her small utility pouches. She twirled them in her metal fingers as she placed one in each hand and stared at the man through her metal helmet. She could feel the dark pain this man had suffered, but she could also feel his pride and his greed. She could tell this was what drived him. She didn't know how she knew this, but she understood that everything would be told in its time. She focused on the man infront of her and sighed, twirling the knives once more.
"Well... I presume you know how to fight with that blade."
"Crystaall! Damn it!"
He pushed himself up and checked for his pistol as he quickly made his way through the cantina and out the open door. He knew he should have been more forward. But nothing could change her mind now. He began to exit the cantina, but he soon noticed that she was way farther than he expected. He started to head toward the spaceport with a small jog, but it soon turned into a full sprint as he noticed the destruction of small stores that were possibly not even in her way.
She was pissed. Why did he do that? Why would he not tell her a thing!? No hints, no messages, and not even a secret will for his death. Her anger began to deplete as she began to notice the sadness of her situation. She wished he was here, to comfort her, to tell her himself the whys and the whats. But he was gone.... taken from her by a man who hunted royalty. She made her way into the hangar she landed in and looked at the ship. The Dragon Hawke. Vex's prized vessel, and now it was hers. He would never had minded, and if she ever decided to work with him, he would have let her. She never did, when they separated, they separated for a long time, she did her own thing and he did his. But it was clear that he never left. He was always there.
"And why wouldn't he be? It was his honor to protect you. That is the least respect you should give him."
That voice. Once again that voice had taken her mind and sent her words that no one spoke. Why? Why did this voice torture her? Or was it trying to help? It was possible its mission is to guide her, almost like Vex would do, just like anyone she knew would do for her.
"Crystaall!!!"
"I see you're not alone."
Two people, but that second voice was different. It sounded harsh and full of violence, as if it was tortured and accepts its pain. She turned to the rodian and then turned to face the other voice. It was the black stormtrooper, but he had no helmet. Instead he wore a dark violet robe with weird symbols upon it. And he held something in his hand. Crystaall sighed as she hoped that the rodian wouldn't get himself involved.
"Rodian, leave here!"
"Its Grey-Kast!"
"Grey-Kast, leave now!"
It was very sudden. She wanted him to close the door, but he never did. It shut right as she felt the urge to do it for him. And the door shut in front of the rodian with no warning as Crystaall turned her attention back to the man in robed armor.
"I see you can use the Force again."
"I could never use the Force, you mistake me for another armored girl."
"I could never mistake someone like you."
The man took a few steps forward, and Crystaall could see the smirk on his face. He pressed a button on the small object and the blade shot out like a burst of flames, revealing the crimson blade of light, its red color shining through his robes and reflecting off his armor. She had only heard stories of these weapons, and she was almost reluctant to fight him. But Crystaall assumed she would have no other choice.
"We can do this easily or extremely difficult. That is your decision to make."
"I don't know you, nor do I care, but I always prefer a challenge."
With quick speed on her mind, Crystaall whiped out two hidden knives from one of her small utility pouches. She twirled them in her metal fingers as she placed one in each hand and stared at the man through her metal helmet. She could feel the dark pain this man had suffered, but she could also feel his pride and his greed. She could tell this was what drived him. She didn't know how she knew this, but she understood that everything would be told in its time. She focused on the man infront of her and sighed, twirling the knives once more.
"Well... I presume you know how to fight with that blade."
1/8/14
Chapter 3:Royal Protection Pt 7
Crystaall took a quick look behind her to see if someone was behind them or standing by her side, but there was no one. She slowly turned her attention back to the rodian and laid her arms upon the booth table.
"What the hell did you just call me?"
"M'lady. Its meant for use when addressing female royalty."
"I'm not royalty."
"Which do you think is the truth? The fact that Jigual felt he needed to eliminate you and Vex for the sole purpose of doing so, with the help of the Empire? Or the fact that Vex never told you of your true past? That he knew Jigual would hunt for you once your mother won the right to be called Queen?"
Crystaall's anger soon rose. She trusted that man with her life. He protected her every time they stood side-by-side and she did the same. She poured her emotions into that man while he sat back and listened like a father. Yet he told her nothing of her mother, her parents, or anything of her past life. There was no explanation for her gift of combat, for why she aged so slowly. Nothing.
"He told me everything! Why would he keep such a trivial secret from me? Could he not trust me with the truth? Pieces of truth I should have known about since he found me? There is no explanation he could make, nor you could make for why he did this! I won't forget this, but-"
"Perhaps it was a form of protection."
"Protection from what? A better life? Something that I could actually love?!"
"Keep your voice down, if the Emp-"
"Screw you! If he saw that keeping me from my family would protect me, then he probably has records of my family pleading for me to be returned.. And you can stay out of way, you alien!"
Crystaall grabbed her helmet, placing it back on her head to hide her flushing red cheeks and the pink spot on her forehead, resulting from her immense anger. She had left so much trust in that man, and he had given nothing back to her. Her heart was broken.
He stood there in the shadows, staring at the small freighter in front of him. His black hair and mask of fur covered around his lips and across his cheeks sat there, having taken a year to grow.The black YT-1300 was a beauty in in pristine condition, but its owner did not share the same fate. He closed his eyes and began to focus on the force, just like he had been taught. He could sense the rise of anger and frustration almost instantly, and it was heading this way. He smiled as he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and raised his hood over his head, concealing his identity with the mask of shadow. The dark violet robe had black inscriptions upon it of a code most would not understand, especially this 'girl' He wore it over his black strong armor, having gotten rid of the helmet earlier. He would sit there in the shadow s'till she came. And she was getting closer with every second.
"Perfect. The future will soon change, And I will be its guide."
1/7/14
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 6
"Unfortunately, he never spoke of me. Vex is my best friend. And you're his 'prodigal child'"
"I am no ones child then my dead parents."
"So he never told you? That's not a surprise. Where is he anyway?"
"Never told me what?"
"If he never told you, I won't tell you. But I could persuade him if he'll be coming to visit."
"He won't be coming at all."
"What did he do? Ditch you on the side of the road? Throw you to the curb? Break your heart?"
"No... He's...."
"What is it? Where is my friend kid?"
"He died."
The rodian leaned in with mild frustration on his face, with his hands slamming against the table. She could tell he wanted to know why without him having to ask. There was no backing out of this one.
"He died by the hands of a man named Jigual."
And then he relaxed, he sat back into the booth, clasping his hands together as he looked her dead in the face. This rodian had gone from bursting mad, to calm and centered. He had to know why, but it wasn't likely he would give her all the details. So she raised an eyebrow at him and it took the man a few moments to realize she was interested in his thoughts.
"That's not likely, but I did warn him about Jigual. Being a watchdog has its consequences."
"Watchdog? What the hell was he protecting that would force a Black Sun officer to shoot him dead in the face?"
"Protecting royalty, betraying the Black Sun and other things."
"Protecting royalty? He never said anything about that."
"You really want to know the truth? Are you so naive that you are willing to risk your very soul for the truth of something that can change you forever?"
"Yes, but I'm not naive, I'm just reckless."
The rodian chuckled at this and unclasped his hands, and then crossed his arms atop the long table.
"That sounds just like Vex, m'lady."
"I am no ones child then my dead parents."
"So he never told you? That's not a surprise. Where is he anyway?"
"Never told me what?"
"If he never told you, I won't tell you. But I could persuade him if he'll be coming to visit."
"He won't be coming at all."
"What did he do? Ditch you on the side of the road? Throw you to the curb? Break your heart?"
"No... He's...."
"What is it? Where is my friend kid?"
"He died."
The rodian leaned in with mild frustration on his face, with his hands slamming against the table. She could tell he wanted to know why without him having to ask. There was no backing out of this one.
"He died by the hands of a man named Jigual."
And then he relaxed, he sat back into the booth, clasping his hands together as he looked her dead in the face. This rodian had gone from bursting mad, to calm and centered. He had to know why, but it wasn't likely he would give her all the details. So she raised an eyebrow at him and it took the man a few moments to realize she was interested in his thoughts.
"That's not likely, but I did warn him about Jigual. Being a watchdog has its consequences."
"Watchdog? What the hell was he protecting that would force a Black Sun officer to shoot him dead in the face?"
"Protecting royalty, betraying the Black Sun and other things."
"Protecting royalty? He never said anything about that."
"You really want to know the truth? Are you so naive that you are willing to risk your very soul for the truth of something that can change you forever?"
"Yes, but I'm not naive, I'm just reckless."
The rodian chuckled at this and unclasped his hands, and then crossed his arms atop the long table.
"That sounds just like Vex, m'lady."
1/6/14
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 5
"I'll pay for it when I buy my drink."
Crystaall flipped off the bartender and looked around the cantina. It had a few Imperials sitting in the far back, gossiping while troopers cleaned up a mess, looked to be a rodian smuggler. She sighed and noticed that the band continued their little song over and over, not that it wasn't bad. Everywhere else had most of the tables filled with species she didn't even reckognize, except for another rodian that sat in a booth on his own. His orange puffy vest was noticeable, even with his dark green skin. She began to walk in, stomping down the steps and making herself be heard. She walked over to the rodian and stared at him as he took a sip from the mug he was given.
"This seat taken?"
"Of all the empty seats, you chose to sit with me?"
"Figured I should pay my respects to the dead one by hanging around his brethren."
"Sit."
Crystaall eased herself into the booth seat opposite of him and proceeded to take off her helmet, until the rodian's voice began to run again. He was a bit more forward then even herself. She smiled under her helmet at this as he pointed with his left hand at her armor.
"Not many hunters where beskar that's been broken down to sheet metal and still proves a challenge against a blaster bolt."
"Not many hunters know who to talk to for these peices of armor."
"You mean, piece. That necklace is a damn miracle young girl, and the fact that an exile gave it to you is even more miraculous. Many get killed by exiles."
"Perhaps I am a miracle."
"Perhaps your so naive that you believe the galaxy owes you a favor, or just maybe you are its savior."
Crystaall sighed as she took off her helmet and finally breathed fresh air, even with its scent of booze, placing the helmet to her left. She brushed her hair back and stared back at the rodian as he took another sip from his mug.
"And who says you know my fate?"
"I don't. But I know you, kid. The heroic hunter of the Underworld. Crystaall."
"Do I know you?"
Crystaall flipped off the bartender and looked around the cantina. It had a few Imperials sitting in the far back, gossiping while troopers cleaned up a mess, looked to be a rodian smuggler. She sighed and noticed that the band continued their little song over and over, not that it wasn't bad. Everywhere else had most of the tables filled with species she didn't even reckognize, except for another rodian that sat in a booth on his own. His orange puffy vest was noticeable, even with his dark green skin. She began to walk in, stomping down the steps and making herself be heard. She walked over to the rodian and stared at him as he took a sip from the mug he was given.
"This seat taken?"
"Of all the empty seats, you chose to sit with me?"
"Figured I should pay my respects to the dead one by hanging around his brethren."
"Sit."
Crystaall eased herself into the booth seat opposite of him and proceeded to take off her helmet, until the rodian's voice began to run again. He was a bit more forward then even herself. She smiled under her helmet at this as he pointed with his left hand at her armor.
"Not many hunters where beskar that's been broken down to sheet metal and still proves a challenge against a blaster bolt."
"Not many hunters know who to talk to for these peices of armor."
"You mean, piece. That necklace is a damn miracle young girl, and the fact that an exile gave it to you is even more miraculous. Many get killed by exiles."
"Perhaps I am a miracle."
"Perhaps your so naive that you believe the galaxy owes you a favor, or just maybe you are its savior."
Crystaall sighed as she took off her helmet and finally breathed fresh air, even with its scent of booze, placing the helmet to her left. She brushed her hair back and stared back at the rodian as he took another sip from his mug.
"And who says you know my fate?"
"I don't. But I know you, kid. The heroic hunter of the Underworld. Crystaall."
"Do I know you?"
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