With what strength she had left she blocked the attack as much as she could. The force behind Jigual's attack was too much, as her blade slipped, allowing the strike to hit her shoulder, lodging itself between flesh and metal. The scream Crystaall produced nearly tore apart any glass around her, but her anger also rose. As Jigual looked into the eyes of his opponent, about to take his knife out, a questioned look took position on his face. Crystaall's eyes had begun to glow red. Out of spite, Jigual tried to stab her in the chest, but was met with retaliation as a metal right hook caught him in the jaw, sending him back a few inches. Picking up her sword from the ground and pulling out the one lodged in her left shoulder, the possessed girl began to walk toward him. Blood dripped down her left shoulder, but Crystaall could not feel the pain, for her rage had activated the power she took from the A.I. Her senses had heightened and her agility had increased. The rage diminished the pain to just feeling the trickle of blood down her figure, and rage had taken over so badly that she couldn't control whether she showed this man mercy or not. Twirling the swords in her hands she took one step and sprinted toward the man. Everything she did was a blur to Jigual, the man was completely helpless. Strike after strike, twirls and side-steps, Crystaall unleashed blade strike after blade strike at her opponent, her speed was as fast as lightning. Jigual had no time to react to these strikes as he took each and every one of them. After she had completed her fury of strikes, the young hunter prepared herself for the final blow as Jigual was left dumbstruck. Though she could not perform the task as her eyes began to return to normal and she fell to her knees. Jigual fell backwards, only to grunt and moan at the wounds he had recieved, although none of them were fatal. Coughing blood from a strike at his chest, he tried to speak.
"So... was that you or the A.I princess?"
"It was both."
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I'm not a murderer, unlike you."
"How do you know I won't come after you?"
"I cut the nerves on your arms and legs. You don't have enough weight in the Black Sun to grab four prosthetic limbs. We're done here."
"You're mother... begged for her life."
Without a second thought Crystaall stood up and threw Jigual's sword at him. Flying through the air, it hit the ground, catching his pelvis and than flipping higher in to the air and landing the blade into his throat. Sighing, Crystaall could no longer hear the sound of blaster fire or screams of death. Sounds of victory was truly all she could hear... but at what cost.
"Crystaall! Holy Sithspit what happened!?
5/22/14
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 8
"I'm more than confident, you murderer!"
Jigual smirked and ran forward. His speed was amazing for someone his age, for he looked around his late thirties. Bringing his blade up from the ground he did a vertical strike upwards to catch the female off guard. Crystaall successfully blocked the attack, but was taken aback. His strength was almost double her own. She had to attack quick, and not end up in a heated clash of blades. Stepping back and dodging Jigual's next attack, a straightforward dodge, Crystaall struck at the man's back with a single handed downward strike. The man quickly turned to face his opponent and blocked the strike with ease, launching his own at the girl. dodging as well as she could, she leaned to the right, lifting her right arm and swinging it down. Jigual rolled out of the way, got up onto his feet and lunged once more at Crystaall. It was clear she was outmatched in this match. Soon, it turned into a battle she did not want. The two fighters began to strike at each other blatantly. Deflecting and striking, striking and deflecting, the massive room echoed with the clash of blades. Steel against steel. Except Crystaall still had an advantage against the strong man. Even with his hatred, he had yet to notice how much weight Crystaall could throw into her swings. This was due to her cybernetic arms allowing more power to be thrown into the swing. Swing downward, Jigual wasn't even running out of energy, but his panting began to show, as did Crystaall's. Meeting his blade halfway, the two fighters locked blades and began to push their weight into their strike. Knowing it was pointless, both of them jumped back and began to pant more heavily. Wiping his forehead, Jigual grinned even more widely at the hunter.
"To think you could be my equal in battle. I must say I'm impressed, but it ends here. Your head is mine!"
"You underestimate your opponent you idiot!"
Both charged at the other once more. Crystaall brought her hands up to grab the hilt at strike at Jigual's chest, while he brought his hands vertically and began a swing for Crystaall's head. Seeing the inevitability in a quick motion, Crystaall raised her left arm off her blade, only giving way to scratch her opponent, and allowing her metallic arm to take the strike and force its wielder to bounce off. It happened so fast, yet Crystaall was able to pull off the speed needed to keep herself from dieing. The man was even more than a match, but she was saved by an accident. Jigual was actually in shock for a moment, but he soon came back only to grin and laugh at her.
"So he cut off your arms, eh? That's grand! I'll have a more permanent prize once I mount your head on my wall, you disrespectful whelp."
"My head is not for you or anyone else to claim. You fail to see that I am stronger than you could even hope to be."
Jigual then cracks into maniacal laughter.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! He really told you were a legend!? You could never understand that we can't let you become what you hope to be. Your future ends with me!"
Crazed with power, Jigual recklessly ran to strike at Crystaall with his blade in his right hand. The man was so overconfident he left himself open, but even with those openings, there was too much power for her to find an opening. Dodging with what energy she had left, Jigual saw the maneuver and attacked directly at her.
"DIE BITCH!!!!"
Jigual smirked and ran forward. His speed was amazing for someone his age, for he looked around his late thirties. Bringing his blade up from the ground he did a vertical strike upwards to catch the female off guard. Crystaall successfully blocked the attack, but was taken aback. His strength was almost double her own. She had to attack quick, and not end up in a heated clash of blades. Stepping back and dodging Jigual's next attack, a straightforward dodge, Crystaall struck at the man's back with a single handed downward strike. The man quickly turned to face his opponent and blocked the strike with ease, launching his own at the girl. dodging as well as she could, she leaned to the right, lifting her right arm and swinging it down. Jigual rolled out of the way, got up onto his feet and lunged once more at Crystaall. It was clear she was outmatched in this match. Soon, it turned into a battle she did not want. The two fighters began to strike at each other blatantly. Deflecting and striking, striking and deflecting, the massive room echoed with the clash of blades. Steel against steel. Except Crystaall still had an advantage against the strong man. Even with his hatred, he had yet to notice how much weight Crystaall could throw into her swings. This was due to her cybernetic arms allowing more power to be thrown into the swing. Swing downward, Jigual wasn't even running out of energy, but his panting began to show, as did Crystaall's. Meeting his blade halfway, the two fighters locked blades and began to push their weight into their strike. Knowing it was pointless, both of them jumped back and began to pant more heavily. Wiping his forehead, Jigual grinned even more widely at the hunter.
"To think you could be my equal in battle. I must say I'm impressed, but it ends here. Your head is mine!"
"You underestimate your opponent you idiot!"
Both charged at the other once more. Crystaall brought her hands up to grab the hilt at strike at Jigual's chest, while he brought his hands vertically and began a swing for Crystaall's head. Seeing the inevitability in a quick motion, Crystaall raised her left arm off her blade, only giving way to scratch her opponent, and allowing her metallic arm to take the strike and force its wielder to bounce off. It happened so fast, yet Crystaall was able to pull off the speed needed to keep herself from dieing. The man was even more than a match, but she was saved by an accident. Jigual was actually in shock for a moment, but he soon came back only to grin and laugh at her.
"So he cut off your arms, eh? That's grand! I'll have a more permanent prize once I mount your head on my wall, you disrespectful whelp."
"My head is not for you or anyone else to claim. You fail to see that I am stronger than you could even hope to be."
Jigual then cracks into maniacal laughter.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! He really told you were a legend!? You could never understand that we can't let you become what you hope to be. Your future ends with me!"
Crazed with power, Jigual recklessly ran to strike at Crystaall with his blade in his right hand. The man was so overconfident he left himself open, but even with those openings, there was too much power for her to find an opening. Dodging with what energy she had left, Jigual saw the maneuver and attacked directly at her.
"DIE BITCH!!!!"
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 7
It wouldn't be easy getting in, and they expected that as Crystaall hefted up the palace steps once more. The sunlight against her back made her have the urge to itch at the spot, but she couldn't as Imperial stormtoopers filed out of the palace entrance. With quick thinking, both Crystaall and Kast took them head on, dodging blaster bolts and firing their own. The men they fought were inexperienced and had so much hatred for their enemy they were reckless and died because of it. This was easily seen by the two, but they would never speak of it. As they entered the palace, Crystaall sighed. There stood a man in mercenary clothing. A brown jacket with a black shirt, blue pants and boots. He was a bald human, but he had many Mandolorian tattoos which were easy to point out. Crystaall had seen the designs Mandos used for their body art. The man had green eyes and a wicked smile as he stared down the two. The room was silent. That's all it ever was as the man stood forward and dragged something across the ground. It was a black sword in his right hand that scraped the floor as he walked, it looked like it could fall at any moment. Lifting his arm and resting the blade behind his head he finally acknowledged the two.
"So you came back for her after all? Or do you just want revenge?"
The man smirked and laughed to himself after his own sentence. Its was rather daunting to the two that stood before him.
"It doesn't matter. The Alliance is full of false hope. They will never destroy the Empire. Just as you will never beat me child."
Turning to Grey-Kast and pulling out her own sword, she spoke to her friend.
"Kast, can you go liberate the rest of the palace? I need some alone time."
"I'm on it, don't worry about a thing."
With that, he began to run to the left side corridor. The bald man raced toward him, but never paid attention to the female that struck him, stopping his course of action. With brute force, Crystaall had ran toward him and shot her leg out to kick the man in the face, sending him flying onto the floor. Landing on her own two feet, she readied her weapon with both hands and pointed the sword to her opponent. The man slowly got up and scratched his head at the fact that he just got beat.
"This'll definitely be harder than I thought. Although I love a good challenge."
"Go to hell Jigual. You won't beat me."
"Confident little bitch aren't you?"
"So you came back for her after all? Or do you just want revenge?"
The man smirked and laughed to himself after his own sentence. Its was rather daunting to the two that stood before him.
"It doesn't matter. The Alliance is full of false hope. They will never destroy the Empire. Just as you will never beat me child."
Turning to Grey-Kast and pulling out her own sword, she spoke to her friend.
"Kast, can you go liberate the rest of the palace? I need some alone time."
"I'm on it, don't worry about a thing."
With that, he began to run to the left side corridor. The bald man raced toward him, but never paid attention to the female that struck him, stopping his course of action. With brute force, Crystaall had ran toward him and shot her leg out to kick the man in the face, sending him flying onto the floor. Landing on her own two feet, she readied her weapon with both hands and pointed the sword to her opponent. The man slowly got up and scratched his head at the fact that he just got beat.
"This'll definitely be harder than I thought. Although I love a good challenge."
"Go to hell Jigual. You won't beat me."
"Confident little bitch aren't you?"
5/20/14
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 6
Crystaall pushed herself up and scratched her head. She honestly wasn't expecting something like that, and to her knowledge, nothing like that could've happened. But something felt odd to her, because she could feel the power she used in her fight against the A.I. ITs was as if she really did gain its abilities. What scared her was the fact that if she ever used the power, she would allow Dark Angel to get closer to control than the intended time. Unfortunately she didn't have time to think about this fact as Grey-Kast began to speak.
"The Alliance got here before us, and I heard the assault on the Death Star is having issues. Not to mention the Alliance is having a hard time pushing toward the palace. Its like the Empire put it under its best infantry unit under its control. You still up for this?"
"I am. How else am I suppossed to avenge the fallen?"
"Well that's good to hear, because R4 is dropping us on the front-lines. Blaster fire and the stench of death is littering the area.."
"Ridding the city of the Empire is the first step. R4! Lower the ramp!"
The hatch fell and both of them looked to see a massive scale firefight. The Alliance was making a push toward the Palace, but as Crystaall looked closer, she could see the Empire moving to flank the Rebel soldiers. Pulling out her pistols, Crystaall aimed carefully and decided to shoot at the Imperial troopers from the ramp. Before Grey-Kast could stop her, she took a small jump off the ramp and began to fall, feet first. The rodian stood there and shook his head.
"Ah hell. R4, don't get the Hawke blown up now!"
Kast shouted this as he jumped off the ramp himself Luckily the droid was hovering only a few feet above the ground, allowing the two to land with only some small pain in their ankles and a large thud on the ground with the occasional grunt. Unfortunately, who they landed in front of was no the Alliance. They had dropped into the Imperial flank Crystaall had been shooting at. Sighing and taking cover behind a small wall before the troops could fire at her, Crystaall cursed herself. Taking out her pistols she rolled out of cover and began to fire one bolt after another at each of the troops. They barely had time to react as Grey-Kast landed behind her, never losing his standing pose. He pulled out his own pistol and began to fire it off with a single hand at each troop Crystaall managed to miss. The two slaughtered the Imperial flank squad as it took the blaster beating willingly and with hardly any resistance. Once their shooting had died down, both Crystaall and Grey-Kast decided that now was the time to help the Alliance's push. Using the same flank the Imperials had, both rodian and human made their way to the Imperial's rear defense with speed, and began to unload upon the unaware foe. They took extra procedure, taking cover behind one of the Empire's set barriers and open fired upon the battalion that held the palace gates. Of course, with killing these men and women came at a cost in Crystaall's mind. The stench of death and the knowledge that she could never wipe this from her memory. She could never forget that she killed people for her own revenge, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she was so close to killing him. The blaster fire and the screams of dieing soldiers didn't end, even as the Alliance left to eliminate the surrounding troops near the palace/ The slow walks up the steps seemed heavy for some reason. The weight and pressure she felt from finishing this man off. a man who had caused so much chaos for her friends and family. A man that deserved to die because he relished any opportune moment to cause such chaos. She would kill him if it even meant losing herself.
"The Alliance got here before us, and I heard the assault on the Death Star is having issues. Not to mention the Alliance is having a hard time pushing toward the palace. Its like the Empire put it under its best infantry unit under its control. You still up for this?"
"I am. How else am I suppossed to avenge the fallen?"
"Well that's good to hear, because R4 is dropping us on the front-lines. Blaster fire and the stench of death is littering the area.."
"Ridding the city of the Empire is the first step. R4! Lower the ramp!"
The hatch fell and both of them looked to see a massive scale firefight. The Alliance was making a push toward the Palace, but as Crystaall looked closer, she could see the Empire moving to flank the Rebel soldiers. Pulling out her pistols, Crystaall aimed carefully and decided to shoot at the Imperial troopers from the ramp. Before Grey-Kast could stop her, she took a small jump off the ramp and began to fall, feet first. The rodian stood there and shook his head.
"Ah hell. R4, don't get the Hawke blown up now!"
Kast shouted this as he jumped off the ramp himself Luckily the droid was hovering only a few feet above the ground, allowing the two to land with only some small pain in their ankles and a large thud on the ground with the occasional grunt. Unfortunately, who they landed in front of was no the Alliance. They had dropped into the Imperial flank Crystaall had been shooting at. Sighing and taking cover behind a small wall before the troops could fire at her, Crystaall cursed herself. Taking out her pistols she rolled out of cover and began to fire one bolt after another at each of the troops. They barely had time to react as Grey-Kast landed behind her, never losing his standing pose. He pulled out his own pistol and began to fire it off with a single hand at each troop Crystaall managed to miss. The two slaughtered the Imperial flank squad as it took the blaster beating willingly and with hardly any resistance. Once their shooting had died down, both Crystaall and Grey-Kast decided that now was the time to help the Alliance's push. Using the same flank the Imperials had, both rodian and human made their way to the Imperial's rear defense with speed, and began to unload upon the unaware foe. They took extra procedure, taking cover behind one of the Empire's set barriers and open fired upon the battalion that held the palace gates. Of course, with killing these men and women came at a cost in Crystaall's mind. The stench of death and the knowledge that she could never wipe this from her memory. She could never forget that she killed people for her own revenge, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she was so close to killing him. The blaster fire and the screams of dieing soldiers didn't end, even as the Alliance left to eliminate the surrounding troops near the palace/ The slow walks up the steps seemed heavy for some reason. The weight and pressure she felt from finishing this man off. a man who had caused so much chaos for her friends and family. A man that deserved to die because he relished any opportune moment to cause such chaos. She would kill him if it even meant losing herself.
5/18/14
This is fantastic
I have to say, I've been free-writing off a suggested plan I made for this whole book for about 6 chapters now, and holy shit is it good. I mean, this is STILL first draft, there will be a lot of editing for this book and once this one is finished I will be trying to write up an Epilogue and the beginning events of Book 2, which is something like the Christmas Special I gave you guys back in December. We're not even near the major battle and I feel pumped to be finished with the book's first draft and unleash the full power (not really) of Crystaall's arsenal. Trust me when I say book two will have a bit more of a settled plot with an actual antagonist that must be stopped. And because the plot has to be so established, it might be a while before Book 2 is even started. Anyway, to cut things short, thank you guys for all of your support, because we're in the final stretch! MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU ALL.
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 5
*This was different, and it was certainly not welcome. Crystaall's attempts to keep the A.I in the back of her head and peacefully meditate. Scared and confused, Crystaall did her best to keep away from the monstrosity that struck at her with its crimson blade. It was angry and fast. Crystaall barely had a chance to react and was soon singed on her left arm by a strong swing. She fell back and the A.I pounced on top of her. Face to fce with the very thing she never wanted. The thing that would feed off her anger and now kill her. Angel had its blade against Crystaall's neck and began to push forward on the blade, but soon stopped. Crystaall was prepared to accept death, but not by something that wanted to control her. She wouldn't let this demon control her body and bring pain to a universe that does not need more terror. She refused to let this demon take control. She had people to save, a destiny to discover. She couldn't just accept her fate here and let the universe move on without her. It might need her in the coming years. Her eyes began to glow purple and the droid jumped off in fear as Crystaall slowly stood up. She had to reignite her blade and then began to slowly make her way to the droid. The purple eyes now grew even brighter. Something had come over her, like she was gaining an immense power from the Force. But she didn't know how to use it, so how she was able to halt the droid's attack and begin to walk with confidence toward the demon was just a mystery to her. Maybe her will to not die in this position was what caused this, but she couldn't really figure it out. The droid stopped her back walk and smiled, raising her weapon.*
"Cute trick kid, but you will not best me in my own playground."
*The droid began its attack, hilt in both hands. It went for a vertical strike at Crystaall who just raised her arm and deflected the blow without flinching. The droid cursed the girl and began to attack, strike after strike, each one being deflected without hesitation. On its last attack, Crystaall threw out her left hand and grabbed the droid by its throat and simply cutting off its saber-wielding arm.*
"I can't die here sweety. Whatever you are., kid... I love it."
"I didn't ask for your comment."
"No, but obviously we both don't know what 'this' is. But it feels familiar."
"SHE IS USING YOUR OWN POWER."
*The voice that she always heard was now a booming voice like that of a god, which made the powerful child flinch and the droid cover its head as if it had ears. This forced Crystaall to drop the droid and cover her own ears, for they became nearly shattered. It began to speak again, rendering both combatants unable to move due to the echoing loud voice that sounded over the arena and inside their heads.*
"SHE HAS HARNESSED YOUR ABILITY DROID. HER ANGER AND WILL TO SURVIVE HAS UNLOCKED AN ABILITY THAT YOU AND HER HAVE A BOND WITH. THE LONGER YOU FIGHT, SHE GAINS MORE AND MORE OF YOUR POWER AND BECOMES STRONGER IN THE FORCE. I WILL END THIS FOOLISH FIGHT HERE AND NOW."
*With those words, everything went to black as Crystaall fainted, falling to her back on the wet metal. She had somehow survived a supernatural encounter.*
*That's when she returned to the real 'world'. Crystaall blinked several times and realized she was stilli sitting on the mat. Nothing had changed, but she could only guess that her meditation unlocked something within her. The battle and encounter felt like it was just a dream, but she could still feel the burn from the droid's attack on her arm. And then it spoke again, but in its normal tone.*
"You survived the tyrant, and became stronger than before. Your immense anger will activate the same ability you used in your mind to become nearly unstoppable, but a word of warning: The more you use that ability, the better chances you have of being taken over and shoved into the back of your mind by Dark Angel. It will happen eventually, but it is up to you how long it takes for her to gain complete control. I can no longer speak to you child. Good luck in your final battle."
*And the voice was gone. Disappeared from her mind, her ears and perhaps the entire universe. It was possible that it could now be one with the Force, but it was also possible it was from one beyond the grave. Even though it had only spoken to her a few number of times, Crystaall felt as if the voice was recognizable, but her finger couldn't touch who it belonged to. Coming back to her senses, she looked up to see Grey-Kast standing above her with his arms crossed.*
"We're here."
"Cute trick kid, but you will not best me in my own playground."
*The droid began its attack, hilt in both hands. It went for a vertical strike at Crystaall who just raised her arm and deflected the blow without flinching. The droid cursed the girl and began to attack, strike after strike, each one being deflected without hesitation. On its last attack, Crystaall threw out her left hand and grabbed the droid by its throat and simply cutting off its saber-wielding arm.*
"I can't die here sweety. Whatever you are., kid... I love it."
"I didn't ask for your comment."
"No, but obviously we both don't know what 'this' is. But it feels familiar."
"SHE IS USING YOUR OWN POWER."
*The voice that she always heard was now a booming voice like that of a god, which made the powerful child flinch and the droid cover its head as if it had ears. This forced Crystaall to drop the droid and cover her own ears, for they became nearly shattered. It began to speak again, rendering both combatants unable to move due to the echoing loud voice that sounded over the arena and inside their heads.*
"SHE HAS HARNESSED YOUR ABILITY DROID. HER ANGER AND WILL TO SURVIVE HAS UNLOCKED AN ABILITY THAT YOU AND HER HAVE A BOND WITH. THE LONGER YOU FIGHT, SHE GAINS MORE AND MORE OF YOUR POWER AND BECOMES STRONGER IN THE FORCE. I WILL END THIS FOOLISH FIGHT HERE AND NOW."
*With those words, everything went to black as Crystaall fainted, falling to her back on the wet metal. She had somehow survived a supernatural encounter.*
*That's when she returned to the real 'world'. Crystaall blinked several times and realized she was stilli sitting on the mat. Nothing had changed, but she could only guess that her meditation unlocked something within her. The battle and encounter felt like it was just a dream, but she could still feel the burn from the droid's attack on her arm. And then it spoke again, but in its normal tone.*
"You survived the tyrant, and became stronger than before. Your immense anger will activate the same ability you used in your mind to become nearly unstoppable, but a word of warning: The more you use that ability, the better chances you have of being taken over and shoved into the back of your mind by Dark Angel. It will happen eventually, but it is up to you how long it takes for her to gain complete control. I can no longer speak to you child. Good luck in your final battle."
*And the voice was gone. Disappeared from her mind, her ears and perhaps the entire universe. It was possible that it could now be one with the Force, but it was also possible it was from one beyond the grave. Even though it had only spoken to her a few number of times, Crystaall felt as if the voice was recognizable, but her finger couldn't touch who it belonged to. Coming back to her senses, she looked up to see Grey-Kast standing above her with his arms crossed.*
"We're here."
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