Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 4

"You have nightmares? How come you didn't tell me back on Naboo?"

"I called them dreams. But before these dreams popped up, I  had nightmares about the Empire, Vex dieing and unspeakable horrors. There was even a Force-wielding version of me... but I looked sick and possessed by a demon of some sorts."

"The Dark side....."

"What?"

"Its called the Dark side of the Force. Don't worry about it. See if You can meditate for a while and I'll get the Hawke underway."

"I'll try."

*Crystaall silently walked over to the mat that was placed in the Hawke. There really was no explanation of why it was here. She sat down into a crossed leg position, placing her hands on her knees as she tried to focus on herself. Her eyes squinted and her forehead shortened, her attempts to focus was only useless.*

"Just relax"

*There it was... the voice. Another mystery, but she still followed its direction. She relaxed herself. Shoulders slumped down, her breathing was barely there and then it started.*

"Good girl."


*It hit her harshly. One moment she was in the real world, and then she was laying on a metal dome building. What was this place? It was raining. She could see another figure, and she immediately threw herself to her feet. It was the man that had lobbed off her arms.* She searched for her weapons, but the only thing she had on her was some type of stealth cloth that covered her whole body. But then the figure turned to face her. It threw away its dark cloak and revealed what it truly was. It was a fully cybernetic body with red glowing eyes and a small Crystaall glowing from it dome forehead. It was a sleek and slim droid that looked like a female exoskeleton. It struggled to make a grin as it took out a lightsaber, igniting its red blade as rain dissipated against the heated blade. Crystaall searched herself for a weapon and realized that she too had a lightsaber. She didn't know how to use it, but she wasn't going to face this thing without a fight. She ignited the sword and its blade glowed yellow, but it had a black outline against it. It was unlike any lightsaber seen had seen on the holonet. They were priced pretty high, no doubt this one was more valuable, but she wasn't worried about the price or the sword. She was more worried about its wielder and what its intent was.*

"Who are you?"

"You really are young and naive. Have you forgotten about me already, child?"

*It was the A.I. Crystaall backed up and almost slipped off whatever building they were standing on. The rain was showering upon them so much, Crystaall could barely see the other buildings, but she knew they were there. Lightning flashed and the came the- BOOOM. Thunder.*

"You may call me Dark Angel. But I will kill you here, so you wont remember it for long. And when I kill you, I will be in control of your foolish body. You will not hinder my abilities anymore you insolent brat!

Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 3

"That's what I wanted to hear. Come on, we need to prepare for our return to the battle."

"If there is even a battle still going on."

"Now you're just trying to lower your self-esteem"

Crystaall laughed as both of them walked up the ramp to the Hawke. It took them around 20 minutes to completely prepare themselves for the coming battle. Crystaall had donned a good utility belt that holstered both her pistols and a combat knife sideways against her rear. Her clothing consisted of slick navy blue pants that were tucked into heavy beskar boots. She wore a black shirt over her bra with a dark brown jacket over top, so she looked like a smuggler. Slung across her back was a sword Crystaall had found a few moments before their initial preparation. It was a simple blade with a cortosis weave. It had a dragon inscription imprinted in the blade and the handle was bare except for cold metal and the number 99 carved into it. The carving probably came from another blade due to it being light and barely seen. Her hair was placed into a ponytail, her dark brown hair flourishing with the separation and making her even more ready, knowing her gear and her body was prepared for the fight. Grey-Kast still had his outfit intact, so he had no need to change. He made sure his custom pistol was still working. During the preparation he and R4 modified the ship with little wire switches and such. Crystaall on the other hand, decided to practice her sword combat. Her swings were powerful and her form was almost like that of a master's, but she lacked the potential to wield the blade properly. She lacked the knowledge that killing another with their blood on your weapon was something not to be scared of, but cherished. And for that reason, the blade felt heavy and she could only practice a few motions with it before getting her arms tired.

"Well, we're ready Princess."

"Call me that again and I'll make sure you can't feel your legs. Or your lungs."

"That went dark."

"Look, being cheerful is not something I intend to be when I face Jigual. He killed Vex, and probably my mother as well. He wants me dead and his plan also seems to be helping the Empire succeed in conquest."

"Ok, ok. Forget I pried. Maybe you should try meditating on that mat."

"Why?"

"Look... you're going from depression to anger rather quickly... I just think you might need to take a break. Its been a day or two since you've had proper sleep."

"Its been longer than that. 5 months."

"5 months of what?"

"Nightmares."

Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 2

"Why should I pick myself up? All I can bring is anger and sadness. Rarely do I ever get a chance at happiness. I-"

"Shut the hell up. You really think you're not happy? You strive in battle. You are a bounty hunter that has Mandolorian training, and you aren't even one of them! Hell, you weild two pistols with precision, and you've even taught yourself how to move things with the Force without proper training. The facts stack up that you are a capable person... but think of it this way.... you could never be truly happy unless you knew what you were fighting for. Coruscant you fought for your life and was probably the best hunter there. You fought for Vex's life desperately when you escaped that Imperial blockade. You fought off a Dark Jedi without hesitation and had almost won. You have an A.I in your brain and you have the mental strength to shut it out. You negotiated with a Queen, learned your past from yours truly and you never even cried. You stood there and listened deep in thought and understanding. When push came to shove that we had to defend ourselves you defended yourself and even charged back in for family. You believed in her decision to stay and had enough courage to keep going, even when you knew she could die. Well here we are. Vex is dead, the Queen is dead... and you're crying like a bantha cub that fell into a sarlacc pit. You know who they died for? You... they died believing and knowing something we haven't figured out yet. Don't you want to know what your future is? Don't you want to teach the Empire a lesson? Mothma will bring the army, now all you have to do is get up and fight. Fight for what you believe in, for you family and friends... and fight for your future, because I know that you've got to be a lot better at this on the road ahead than right now...."

Crystaall smirked and scoffed as Grey-Kast went over his speech. The moment he finished, he let go of her shoudlers and pointed at the Hawke. He smiled at her as he began to speak once more.

"Now are you going to finally fight for the right team, or will you keep mourning the dead when they want you to take the fight to the enemy?"

"When you put it like that... I'll damn well fight for them. There will be no more tears that drip from these eyes. Not while Jigual lives."

Its close (It took a while)

I want to let everyone know, that the first book is about to end. This is the last (or second to last) chapter for Legacy of a Legend's first book. I won't say the title, but I will be doing something specific in a few days to get something I need to publish this book as my own. To all that have watched my type this up for the past 6 months or so, thank you soooo much!!!!! You guys have no idea how happy I am to see so many people find interest in m book. Of course this might just be the first draft, but at least you guys can see it to the end. Book 2 for LL will be 2-3 years later, so expect a more stronger character and a more established plot. It only gets more intense as we get farther into the series. If I ever reach book 7 (or 6) here, well then I know I've got something going for my writing skill. Once again, THANK YOU GUYS SOOO MUCH

Chapter 9: A Legend Forged

As Mon Mothma turned a left Crystaall began to sob even more, falling to her knees, and then soon crumpling to a sit position with her legs outstretched and her rear on the hard metal. Her hands were cupping her eyes, collecting the many tears that fell from them. Grey-Kast immediately ran to her side and knelt down, placing a hand on her right shoulder. The emotions that hit her were random and unlike normal for someone that grieved over something.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You were so happy to link up with these guys, and then you recently just went into shock. Now you're crying like you've lost someone.... you can't tell me."

"I felt it like she was right next to me. One second she was there and then she wasn't. It was so sudden, I didn't have a chance to think. I didn't want to cry, but I can't help myself. I tried so hard to look deep in the Force to see who killed her. Now I'm not so sure about my eagerness to attack the Empire's forces on Naboo. There's no way we would win against his command."

"Wait, did you say you reached into the Force to see who killed her?"

Sniffling, Crystaall gave the rodian a small nod as she wiped her eyes

"But you... you have no controlled ability of the Force. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"I just did what seemed natural, I guess. It was almost like instinct. Something I did the moment I could do it."

Grey-Kast stood up and held out his hand for Crystaall. She took it and slowly got to her feet. The strength in Kast's pull helped her up most of the way. Her sorrow was still holding her down, and he could see it clearly. Without warning he grabbed Crystaall by the shoulders and shook her furiously.

"Listen to me right now. You have got to pick yourself up."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 9

Sniffling, Crystaall wiped her face as she got up to change into her regular commoner outfit. It took only a few moments for her to change and return to her seat as the Dragon Hawke slowly approached the command ship for the Alliance. Sitting there, all she could think was what the voice had said, that death was a natural cause. But that wasn't true, because she could feel the death that struck her heart wasn't natural. Grey-Kast conversed with the Alliance command trying to get in, repeatedly telling them they came from Naboo after an Imperial Invasion. It took only a few minutes for them to check everything out and they soon cleared the Hawke to board. The Hawke landed casually and the ramp dropped down with a small clank of metal against metal. There to meet them was several Rebel soldiers with rifles pointed at them and a man with blonde hair in full white clothing. Crystaall would've thought he was their shining knight.

"Men-"

"Captain Felz..."

Everything after those words were blocked from Crystaall's mind. She saw lips moving, but what she was looking at was a woman leader in the Alliance. She no longer cared for the soldiers who lowered their rifles and began to leave or the man who decided to argue with the tall woman. But she was no ordinary leader, because she had orange, short-bob hair and an elegant outfit to go with it. Her name was Mon Mothma. Crystaall didn't know much about her except her name and that she was a major influence in the Rebel Alliance. Mothma soon turned her attention to Crystaall, shaking her out of the trance. Grey-Kast decided to take negotiating into his hands this time.

"I must apologize for Commander Felz's over-reaction. We are on our way to Yavin IV to discuss an attack of a major Imperial target."

"Ma'am, we have urgent news from Naboo."

"We are not in a position to help."

"What do you mean?"

"We are about to take down a very powerful force that can weaken the Empire's grip on the galaxy. The Imperial stranglehold of Naboo will have to wait."

At this moment Crystaall took a step-forward and starred Mon Mothma in the eyes.

"Then I will take Naboo back myself!"

"Surely you must be joking, not one woman can fight off a whole army of armed soldiers. Let alone a child. We can help afterwards. In the meantime, you can stay with us while we travel to Yavin IV."

Crystaall clenched her fist and threw her head down in shame. tears began to fall from her face and the girl began to sob with small sniffles. Mon Mothma turned to leave until Crystaall began to speak again.

"Then I have failed. What am I to do when I have no hope of saving a place I want to call home. To avenge my mother's death and bring pain onto the Empire for their treachery."

"But, no one died except for the soldiers and the Queen.... oh my."

Mon Mothma turned to face the two once more and looked at Grey-Kast with strength in her voice.

"I will have a special force go with you to Naboo, we can only spare one small command ship. We don't need all of our forces to take down this threat. I have to make the request, but I am sure with this new information, we can breif a ground team and have it going in about an hour."