The Dark robed figure stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Relieve. His robe was black as space and the hood over his head hid his facial features. There was almost complete silence as the man behind him shivered a little. He knew not what his new commander was capable of, but he assumed that he couldn't be as bad as the Emperor's apprentice, Lord Vader. The officer was clothed in an all grey uniform, which was customary for any Imperial officer. Stepping forward, the officer began to speak, until the robed man rose up his right hand and turned his head to the right. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Imperial Officer shaking in his boots. The soothing and frightening voice of the man began to speak
"Is he dead?"
"Yes, My Lord. He died as she threw his own sword at his crotch and landing in his forehead."
"Did she take the offer?"
"No My Lord. She decided to join up with the Rebellion, stating she would not be suited for a position of this caliber."
"So we can assume the Alliance has decided to hold Naboo?"
"Our scouts confirmed that Naboo's new Queen Kylantha has taken office under Imperial suggestion and that the Alliance pulled out to possibly unknown space My Lord."
"I suppose the Emperor has already created a story for this disaster?"
"Yes, the previous Queen is now rumored to have been younger with the name Apailana. She was supposedly harboring Jedi which resulted in the Imperial 501st Legion to intercept and get rid off said Jedi. The destruction caused by both forces was said to have killed an important Imperial Officer, but no name is attached to him."
"Thank you for telling me all this. Is there anything important I must know before your replacement arrives.?"
"Nothing new, but I am unaware that I need a replacement. I'm pretty-"
The dark robed man brought down his hand and began to clench his fist. Behind him, the Officer had begun to grab his throat. He coughed loudly, scratching at his throat as if it would stop them from being crushed. A few minutes passed as the man laid on the ground holding his hand out to the robed figure. Turning around, the figure gave the Officer a dark stare as he walked passed him and clenched his fist completely. There was a final breath that exhaled from the Imperial, but seconds after a cold chill settled on the bridge. This man was darker than Vader. What hell had they been given?
5/30/14
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 11
Crystaall shook her head as they tried to convince her that she should run for Queen, probably near the point to where they would have her rule until death. Did they not just hear what had happened? She had ruthlessly killed Jigual in a fierce battle. The Alliance risked one fleet to take Naboo, knowing that is was very certain they would lose those troops. Everyone had underestimated the fire in her heart, she couldn't lead when so many could doubt her. Not to mention she was never one to understand or care about politics. What she did see in herself was a fighter, and a warrior with fire in her heart and with not a single mention of giving up in her head. She still had lots to do before she even attempted to lead. The mysterious destiny that she had heard of was still unknown, and she couldn't expect leading the planet into war with the Alliance. Instead she had a different plan.
"Unfortunately, I must pass on your offer."
"But why M'lady?"
"I may be the daughter of the previous Queen, but my actions have proved my reckless intent. I would lead you into a war that would destroy your people. Elect a new Queen, one that is of neutral party so that she will be well protected. She will lead your people. My people. Just remember me as a Princess until the day I die. I will never strip the crown from those who have done a lot to earn it."
"But what will you do?"
"Will you wander off into the galaxy looking into more of your past?"
"No, I intend to look toward the future. I will join the Alliance and fight for this galaxy to be free. The Alliance in the meantime will keep an eye on Naboo, but will not take control. They don't have enough power to take control of another planet and they need a fighter like myself. Please go.... I know you have work that needs to be done."
The men and women left the grave in disappointment but began to discuss how much they understood about Crystaall's talk. All she did was smile as the 4 clone troopers released themselves from their position and casually walking up to the young hunter.
"I assume you're in that armor John?"
"Yes Ma'am. We are here at the request that we serve under you. The Queen.... former Queen issued a contract that we would serve her daughter should she die."
"You are welcome aboard my ship, but you will use none of those numbers you have been given. Its too hard for anyone to remember, even for a teenager like myself."
"Understood Ma'am. If I may ask, why are you speaking so calmly as if you are older than you actually are?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Let's just say I have a good feeling I will need to keep my head cool at sometimes. Can't have my emotions screwing up missions do we?"
"Not at all Ma'am."
"And lose the act. I will be your new leader. Treat me like one of your own. I am not your superior, even if I may become stronger in the future. Now come on, we got to go meet up with Mon Mothma and the rest of the Alliance."
With those words she began to leave the grav as well with the Squad starring at each other. Gey-Kast walked side-by-side with her as the Squad began to follow them. On her face, a smile of confidence produced itself as they got closer and closer to the Dragon Hawke. But in her mind, hope barely existed, for she began to constantly wonder about her future and the sword and the A.I. And Vex.
"Unfortunately, I must pass on your offer."
"But why M'lady?"
"I may be the daughter of the previous Queen, but my actions have proved my reckless intent. I would lead you into a war that would destroy your people. Elect a new Queen, one that is of neutral party so that she will be well protected. She will lead your people. My people. Just remember me as a Princess until the day I die. I will never strip the crown from those who have done a lot to earn it."
"But what will you do?"
"Will you wander off into the galaxy looking into more of your past?"
"No, I intend to look toward the future. I will join the Alliance and fight for this galaxy to be free. The Alliance in the meantime will keep an eye on Naboo, but will not take control. They don't have enough power to take control of another planet and they need a fighter like myself. Please go.... I know you have work that needs to be done."
The men and women left the grave in disappointment but began to discuss how much they understood about Crystaall's talk. All she did was smile as the 4 clone troopers released themselves from their position and casually walking up to the young hunter.
"I assume you're in that armor John?"
"Yes Ma'am. We are here at the request that we serve under you. The Queen.... former Queen issued a contract that we would serve her daughter should she die."
"You are welcome aboard my ship, but you will use none of those numbers you have been given. Its too hard for anyone to remember, even for a teenager like myself."
"Understood Ma'am. If I may ask, why are you speaking so calmly as if you are older than you actually are?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Let's just say I have a good feeling I will need to keep my head cool at sometimes. Can't have my emotions screwing up missions do we?"
"Not at all Ma'am."
"And lose the act. I will be your new leader. Treat me like one of your own. I am not your superior, even if I may become stronger in the future. Now come on, we got to go meet up with Mon Mothma and the rest of the Alliance."
With those words she began to leave the grav as well with the Squad starring at each other. Gey-Kast walked side-by-side with her as the Squad began to follow them. On her face, a smile of confidence produced itself as they got closer and closer to the Dragon Hawke. But in her mind, hope barely existed, for she began to constantly wonder about her future and the sword and the A.I. And Vex.
5/29/14
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 10
Crystaall only sighed as she sheathed her sword and breathed deeply for a few moments before answering her friend.
"I was pushed too hard I suppose."
"Well can you at least explain why his sword is stuck in his forehead?"
"He disrespected my mother. I don't take disrespect kindly."
Grey-Kast walked up to Crystaall and sighed as he put a hand on her shoulder and sighed.
"We did it."
"Yea."
Fireworks and the like shot off in the air as well as music. The night sky was beautiful again as the sky was lit up with stars. People were cheering in the streets as if the Empire was truly defeated. It was only the beginning as word spread a few hours earlier that the Death Star had been destroyed. As the crowds cheered and partied with the Rebel soldiers, only a few people stood outside the city walls. The grass was clean cut as she sat on her knees. In her hands were a bouquet of roses as she stared at the fancy grave in front of her. The large stone was decorated with royal red and flourished gold ribbons as Crystaall reached down to place the flowers at the head of the grave. She took her time standing up and turned around to see many people standing behind her. Grey-Kast and herself were still wearing their battle outfits as they both stared each other in the eye. To the rodian's left, was an odd sight. Three fancy looking men and woman stood there with anticipation. To the rodian's right was an even weirder sight. 4 men dressed in old clone trooper armor stood in a kind of formation. The fancy people quickly made their way to address Crystaall without even giving her a chance to focus.
"Ma'am, we are here to hand over to you the crown. The people would be happy to have a strong girl such as yourself lead our people. You see the world through a much more innocent eye than our own."
"Yes, please lead the Naboo people to peace and support the Rebel Alliance."
"M'lady if you do this you will become that of legend. No one would dare stand against a young Queen who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty."
"I was pushed too hard I suppose."
"Well can you at least explain why his sword is stuck in his forehead?"
"He disrespected my mother. I don't take disrespect kindly."
Grey-Kast walked up to Crystaall and sighed as he put a hand on her shoulder and sighed.
"We did it."
"Yea."
Fireworks and the like shot off in the air as well as music. The night sky was beautiful again as the sky was lit up with stars. People were cheering in the streets as if the Empire was truly defeated. It was only the beginning as word spread a few hours earlier that the Death Star had been destroyed. As the crowds cheered and partied with the Rebel soldiers, only a few people stood outside the city walls. The grass was clean cut as she sat on her knees. In her hands were a bouquet of roses as she stared at the fancy grave in front of her. The large stone was decorated with royal red and flourished gold ribbons as Crystaall reached down to place the flowers at the head of the grave. She took her time standing up and turned around to see many people standing behind her. Grey-Kast and herself were still wearing their battle outfits as they both stared each other in the eye. To the rodian's left, was an odd sight. Three fancy looking men and woman stood there with anticipation. To the rodian's right was an even weirder sight. 4 men dressed in old clone trooper armor stood in a kind of formation. The fancy people quickly made their way to address Crystaall without even giving her a chance to focus.
"Ma'am, we are here to hand over to you the crown. The people would be happy to have a strong girl such as yourself lead our people. You see the world through a much more innocent eye than our own."
"Yes, please lead the Naboo people to peace and support the Rebel Alliance."
"M'lady if you do this you will become that of legend. No one would dare stand against a young Queen who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty."
5/24/14
Chapter 9: A Legend Forged Part 9
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!?
"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."
5/17/14
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!
"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!
5/16/14
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."
"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."
5/15/14
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."
"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."
5/14/14
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."
"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."
5/12/14
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."
"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."
5/10/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 8
"Good, I might need you for the coming days. R4, get us out of here."
The R4 astromech droid beeped excitedly and scooted between the two friends. HE began to access the controls, taking control of the ship and directing it toward the sky of Naboo. Both Crystaall and Grey-Kast sat in their respective seats and fortune smiled upon them since no Tie-Fighter went after them. Once they shot out of the atmosphere, Crystaall punched the hyperspace trigger, launching them out into space, firing past the massive Imperial blockade that barely had time to notice them. It had other plans than taking out another stray civilian freighter.
The fighting wouldn't stop, and it was almost dawn. The brilliant sky would have been beautiful if not for the onslaught that had taken over Theed and its glorious palace. Inside, sat the Queen on her throne. She sat with her legs crossed and all of her make-up was removed, revealing her old, partially wrinkled face. Her hair was brown just like her daughter's and her hands were intertwined and placed on her lap. The hair reached her rear, and she still wore the elegant dress she had been accustomed to wear for parties. Unfortunately, there was no party to celebrate, only a battle that was slowing edging its way to her doorstep. Blades of steel and sounds of blaster fire clashed. These sounds of battle were followed by over-head dogfights and the screams of those who died in battle. To the Queen it was horrifying, but it was even worse for the young men who had so eagerly followed her rule. She knew they would be fortunate to survive, and even more fortunate to die quickly by the Empire's battalions of soldiers. Even the clone squad that gave its oath to protect her was out fighting, holding the ground. And then, as suddenly as it started... the sounds of battle ended. The silence was something of ominous, for it was not expected or wanted.. Doors thrust open with a large kick, and several soldiers filed in as if they were here to make sure the area was secure. A single tear fell from her cheek as the Queen stood up. She walked down off her throne to see a man clad in a different armor than the others approach her. He held an other-worldly rifle than most, she couldn't even recognize the type. Its maker must have been standing in front of her. The Queen breathed deeply and closed her eyes.
"May I know the name of my killer?"
"Jigual, my Queen. Your death will bring rise to a new Emperor."
"My death will only fuel a fire. A fire that consumes everything that threatens its existence."
Jigual raised his weapon and pulled the trigger. The sound of a single blaster echoed the halls of the palace. When it had returned back to its owner, the man under the mask smiled. Another plan had been successfully executed, making his leader another step closer to leading a better and more stronger Empire than the Emperor's.
And just as the excitement of being able to save her mother began to creep its way into her heart, it had died. Pain shot into Crystaall's heart, almost forcing her to keel over as they shot out of hyperspace to see the Rebel Alliance's fleet. Their fighters circled the cruisers and command ships like drones. The Force was a power most could not recognize even if they tried. And this pain represented how powerful it truly was. Tears flowed from her crystal blue eyes as she held her chest in pain. She knew she was too late. A pain that had come from nowhere, and the knowledge of how ridiculous things were in her small world already... she knew the truth. Death had taken her mother. But not of natural causes, Crystaall's ability of the Force sparked up quickly. She began to search past the pain, to try and understand who had killed her mother. The power of even the old Jedi could not perceive how one would be able to tell what this stemmed from. A name entered the girl's mind and that's when she looked up. The tears had dropped from her eyes even faster now. And hidden behind the sadness, lay a fire burning of passion, strength and courage. But it was possibly too late for the fire to ignite into that of something greater.
"Death is a natural cause of life."
5/8/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 7
Now she was truly running off adrenaline, bursting full of energy and fire in her eyes that revealed her determination to succeed. All of the troops that came down to gun her down, received no mercy. Crystaall jogged down the hallways, expecting to see her mother and the Royal Guard defending themselves against invasion, but what she found behind almost every corner were Imperial Stormtroopers. Each hallway was crowded with dead men and women from each side, fractured paintings and pieces of rubble from walls and decorations. But this couldn't account for the destruction she knew the Empire could cause. They were toying with the Naboo Defense Force and she knew they could annihilate the capital if they truly wanted to. But they obviously had a purpose for not doing exactly that. They wanted her mother alive, to publicly surrender to the Emperor's will. But Crystaall would not allow this, for her small bond with her mother would not be broken easily. She would give her life to protect her mother's life and ideals. Although her hatred for her mother's apathy was strong, she was the only person Crystaall knew was truly family. She thought she had looked through the whole palace until she spotted the entrance. The Queen stood in her make-up and fancy robes with her right hand up against her breasts, as if she was fearful for someone's life. Crystaall ran toward her and stopped suddenly when her mother turned to her.
"Crystaall... please tell the Alliance of the Empire's destruction here. I'll even give you my seal."
The Queen walked up to her, pulling out a small holocron, able to fit into almost any pockets. She dropped it into Crystaall's hands, and the young girl clutched the device between her fingers that tried to form a fist.
"Come with me, we can escape the planet and warn them together."
"It is my duty to stay with the people my beloved daughter."
"I-I-I understand. But I want your word."
"What is it?"
"Stay alive. If I can't leave you, the Empire cannot take your life."
"But you-"
The Queen now looked at Crystaall's eyes and then her in a whole. The girl was breathing heavily, pistols in hands. Her eyes were burning and dust covered her dress and the black boots she wore were scrapped up.
"Ok.......go, and tell about this destruction. I have many men willing to die before I do. Even if the bloodshed is not needed."
Crystaall nodded and began to walk back toward the Hawke. The Queen returned to looking out the entrance, blaster bolts and shouts from soldiers were heard outside the palace walls. Crystaall took one last look at her mother, in her beautiful decorative dress and sighed. She then whispered to herself 'I will come back for you' Crystaall then began to make her run back to the Hawke. Hopping onto the ramp as it began to shut, she turned to face Grey-Kast who frowned at her.
"She chose to stay?"
"These people need her, more than I. We are setting course to meet up with the Alliance. They will be warned of this destruction."
"We can help a hell-of-a-lot more than warning some rebels."
"I will not deny my mother's wish. You can always jump ship, smuggler boy."
Grey-Kast put his hands on his hips as they both entered the cockpit. Crystaall turned to face him and he sighed.
"I have nothing better to do, girl."
"Crystaall... please tell the Alliance of the Empire's destruction here. I'll even give you my seal."
The Queen walked up to her, pulling out a small holocron, able to fit into almost any pockets. She dropped it into Crystaall's hands, and the young girl clutched the device between her fingers that tried to form a fist.
"Come with me, we can escape the planet and warn them together."
"It is my duty to stay with the people my beloved daughter."
"I-I-I understand. But I want your word."
"What is it?"
"Stay alive. If I can't leave you, the Empire cannot take your life."
"But you-"
The Queen now looked at Crystaall's eyes and then her in a whole. The girl was breathing heavily, pistols in hands. Her eyes were burning and dust covered her dress and the black boots she wore were scrapped up.
"Ok.......go, and tell about this destruction. I have many men willing to die before I do. Even if the bloodshed is not needed."
Crystaall nodded and began to walk back toward the Hawke. The Queen returned to looking out the entrance, blaster bolts and shouts from soldiers were heard outside the palace walls. Crystaall took one last look at her mother, in her beautiful decorative dress and sighed. She then whispered to herself 'I will come back for you' Crystaall then began to make her run back to the Hawke. Hopping onto the ramp as it began to shut, she turned to face Grey-Kast who frowned at her.
"She chose to stay?"
"These people need her, more than I. We are setting course to meet up with the Alliance. They will be warned of this destruction."
"We can help a hell-of-a-lot more than warning some rebels."
"I will not deny my mother's wish. You can always jump ship, smuggler boy."
Grey-Kast put his hands on his hips as they both entered the cockpit. Crystaall turned to face him and he sighed.
"I have nothing better to do, girl."
5/7/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 6
"I know... I know."
Crystaall wasn't even listening to her friend anymore. Instead, she was telling herself this as her body was struck with immense pain and adrenaline. It wasn't something she was used to, and she definitely didn't have any way to cure the pain. The strike of her back against harsh metal really hit her spine, which she couldn't even tell if she had shattered something or not. But she decided to keep moving, allowing her eyes to open wide and blink for a moment. She nodded at Grey-Kast and raised her right hand, still holding the blaster pistol.
"Look... I think they can handle this, but you need to bring me to another balcony so I can search for my mother."
"Crystaall-"
"I realize I'm already in pain, but she is my priority. I still don't know everything and I can't let her die. She's doing something most politicians would have nightmares about."
The Queen's ideas and memories was something she would like to have, but that wasn't even half of it. She was Crystaall's biological mother and she couldn't just let her mother die on the battlefield. Although her mother would never truly understand Crystaall's feelings toward anyone nice to her or helpful to her, she wanted to at least tell her story, and hear about her past from someone who lived through it. That was her priority. To save the woman who in a matter of seconds turned into someone she adored and would seek revenge for if death ever came early for her.
"You could die... do you realize this?"
"I realize that I have found a purpose."
"R4... get us to another balcony, and fire up those guns as well."
The droid beeped happily and made his way toward the cockpit, firing up the guns to attack the Imperial Tie Fighters that struck the hull of the Dragon Hawke. The hot blaster bolts fried any pilot that came even close to firing a shot off at them. The Hawke quickly made its way toward another balcony and Crystaall just straightened out her dress and checked her pistols for damage. Slowly and steadily, the ramp soon lowered to another balcony, but it was torn up and the flower arrangements on its guard were covered in dirt and rubble. From a small look inside, the young bounty hunter could see that there was a red rug and many decorative heads in this hallway as well as paintings. She began to walk to the edge of the ramp and then suddenly a hand reached her shoulder.
"Come back alive kid."
Crystaall only smiled and charged off the ramp with a small run, rolling onto the balcony and rising up with pistols pointed at several Imperials, who turned only to get gunned down by the many shots that came at them from one direction.
Crystaall wasn't even listening to her friend anymore. Instead, she was telling herself this as her body was struck with immense pain and adrenaline. It wasn't something she was used to, and she definitely didn't have any way to cure the pain. The strike of her back against harsh metal really hit her spine, which she couldn't even tell if she had shattered something or not. But she decided to keep moving, allowing her eyes to open wide and blink for a moment. She nodded at Grey-Kast and raised her right hand, still holding the blaster pistol.
"Look... I think they can handle this, but you need to bring me to another balcony so I can search for my mother."
"Crystaall-"
"I realize I'm already in pain, but she is my priority. I still don't know everything and I can't let her die. She's doing something most politicians would have nightmares about."
The Queen's ideas and memories was something she would like to have, but that wasn't even half of it. She was Crystaall's biological mother and she couldn't just let her mother die on the battlefield. Although her mother would never truly understand Crystaall's feelings toward anyone nice to her or helpful to her, she wanted to at least tell her story, and hear about her past from someone who lived through it. That was her priority. To save the woman who in a matter of seconds turned into someone she adored and would seek revenge for if death ever came early for her.
"You could die... do you realize this?"
"I realize that I have found a purpose."
"R4... get us to another balcony, and fire up those guns as well."
The droid beeped happily and made his way toward the cockpit, firing up the guns to attack the Imperial Tie Fighters that struck the hull of the Dragon Hawke. The hot blaster bolts fried any pilot that came even close to firing a shot off at them. The Hawke quickly made its way toward another balcony and Crystaall just straightened out her dress and checked her pistols for damage. Slowly and steadily, the ramp soon lowered to another balcony, but it was torn up and the flower arrangements on its guard were covered in dirt and rubble. From a small look inside, the young bounty hunter could see that there was a red rug and many decorative heads in this hallway as well as paintings. She began to walk to the edge of the ramp and then suddenly a hand reached her shoulder.
"Come back alive kid."
Crystaall only smiled and charged off the ramp with a small run, rolling onto the balcony and rising up with pistols pointed at several Imperials, who turned only to get gunned down by the many shots that came at them from one direction.
5/6/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 5
She had to go off instinct, and she could see the troopers were too eager to pull the trigger. Sweat dripped down her face, afraid of what could happen if she failed to pull this off. But she couldn't worry about it. Her fists clenched as she ducked to the floor, hands taking up the pistol and firing upon the two soldiers. The blasts hit them deadcenter, maikng them fall backwards and leaving their squad leader to stumble away from their corpses. Using the Force unintentionally, her second pistol flew to her left hand. She then turned and darted toward the balcony. Blaster fire whizzed past her and all she could do was hope she was right on her assumptions. She got up to the balcony's ledge and leaped up, her left foot hitting the air and landing on the small fence-like ledge and pushing off into the air. Everything was just a blur. She didn't know what came over her. Perhaps the adrenaline of a battle hit her. Maybe the A.I took control for a small while, afraid of losing its life if Crystaall died. She couldn't make it out of what was the true cause, but it was evident she was capable of such feats. In mid-air, Crystaall had managed to turn around and fire both pistols at the squad leader and his fellow troops who managed to chase her to the balcony. She lit all of them up, with the wind against her face and she could barely care to question how perfect her aim was. Then a moment later, her back hit harsh metal and she curled up, rolling backwards and the floor. The floor lifted up and she began to roll more as she then hit a wall with her back. Breath escaped from her lips with a large moan and a quick, heavy breathing. She blinked serveral times and then managed to look around. She had landed inside the Dragon Hawke, rolling up the ramp and hitting the opposite wall. R4 stood infront of her, his beeping was very excesive.
"Don't worry R4, I'm fine. Just a little winded right now."
Grey-Kast then appeared to her left with his hands against his hips and smiled. She could see a tear from his right eye, but she dismissed it. She knew already that the rodian cared for her life. How much her cared was another story.
"Lucky I got to you in time. We need to hit the Empire hard with a quick counter-attack."
Grunting as she slid her back up the circular wall, Crystaall stood up with her eyes wincing here and there. It was obvious she felt pain, but she couldn't rest. Not when the Empire had decided to strike with an intent to kill. The immediate intent to take control of this system, with no care for the lives that were lost.
"Don't worry R4, I'm fine. Just a little winded right now."
Grey-Kast then appeared to her left with his hands against his hips and smiled. She could see a tear from his right eye, but she dismissed it. She knew already that the rodian cared for her life. How much her cared was another story.
"Lucky I got to you in time. We need to hit the Empire hard with a quick counter-attack."
Grunting as she slid her back up the circular wall, Crystaall stood up with her eyes wincing here and there. It was obvious she felt pain, but she couldn't rest. Not when the Empire had decided to strike with an intent to kill. The immediate intent to take control of this system, with no care for the lives that were lost.
5/1/14
Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 4
"What will you do?"
"Whatever needs to be done to fend of the Empire without you or the Queen falling. Go help your friend."
"Alright."
At this point they both separated as John began to run toward the nearby armory to grab weapons with sufficient firepower to take on the striking forces. Crystaall ran up the remaining stairs of the Palace entrance, bursting through the halls. The Royal Guards prepared themselves as she made her way toward her guest room. She took full sprint through the halls. Explosions and blaster fire was everywhere. In the confusion, Crystaall could only worry on how her mother was handling this.
The 372nd Battalion waited. Here they waited in the forest closest to Theed. All 900 Imperial soldiers stood patiently. They were armed to take a fortress, with heavily modified and accurate E-11s and dressed in black armor, they acted as the stealth assault force. An assault force meant to annihilate any and all opposition. Today they were here to ravage and capture the city of Theed. Anyone that fired back would be killed, innocent bystander or Royal guard. When the order came, they charged. They charged like a herd of banthas with the force of a Rancor, firing at each turret that guarded the city limits and shot down any soldier willing to take them on. The airstrike team had their fun. It was the 372nd's turn to bring the battle to an end.
Crystaall burst through the door of her guest room to see no one there. She thought to herself was that he had to have ran out and went for the Hawke. Her armor was even more scrapped then before and she saw a note with it. Walking to the wide bed, she noticed what it said.
'The armor no longer functions, and it doesn't even seem repairable. I tried to tinker with it but it broke apart like a toy. Went to the Hawke to see if Vex had any tools. - Grey-Kast'
"Well, at least he didn't bail like I thought he would."
"Hands up girl!"
It was a voice coming from a mechanized helmet. An Imperial Stormtrooper. Crystaall easily picked up one of her pistols and lifted it up in one of her hands while the other hand was open. She slowly turned around to see 3 Stormtroopers guarding the doorway, and they had her surrounded.
"Put down the gun ma'am and I might think about your survival."
Crystaall complied, and the blaster dropped to the ground with a larger clang on the rugged floor.
"Isn't she the one that escaped on the ship that docked earlier."
"Hey, you're right. She killed a lot of guys, including Xihk. Let's shoot her chest."
"Will you two shut up? I need to confirm this identity, and don't let your eyes dawdle. We need to keep a close eye on her."
Without warning, Crystaall could hear the sounds of a large ship hovering nearby. She knew Grey-Kast was here, how he knew where she was, she could care less. All Crystaall had to do now was rely on her instinct. And she intended to do just that.
"Whatever needs to be done to fend of the Empire without you or the Queen falling. Go help your friend."
"Alright."
At this point they both separated as John began to run toward the nearby armory to grab weapons with sufficient firepower to take on the striking forces. Crystaall ran up the remaining stairs of the Palace entrance, bursting through the halls. The Royal Guards prepared themselves as she made her way toward her guest room. She took full sprint through the halls. Explosions and blaster fire was everywhere. In the confusion, Crystaall could only worry on how her mother was handling this.
The 372nd Battalion waited. Here they waited in the forest closest to Theed. All 900 Imperial soldiers stood patiently. They were armed to take a fortress, with heavily modified and accurate E-11s and dressed in black armor, they acted as the stealth assault force. An assault force meant to annihilate any and all opposition. Today they were here to ravage and capture the city of Theed. Anyone that fired back would be killed, innocent bystander or Royal guard. When the order came, they charged. They charged like a herd of banthas with the force of a Rancor, firing at each turret that guarded the city limits and shot down any soldier willing to take them on. The airstrike team had their fun. It was the 372nd's turn to bring the battle to an end.
Crystaall burst through the door of her guest room to see no one there. She thought to herself was that he had to have ran out and went for the Hawke. Her armor was even more scrapped then before and she saw a note with it. Walking to the wide bed, she noticed what it said.
'The armor no longer functions, and it doesn't even seem repairable. I tried to tinker with it but it broke apart like a toy. Went to the Hawke to see if Vex had any tools. - Grey-Kast'
"Well, at least he didn't bail like I thought he would."
"Hands up girl!"
It was a voice coming from a mechanized helmet. An Imperial Stormtrooper. Crystaall easily picked up one of her pistols and lifted it up in one of her hands while the other hand was open. She slowly turned around to see 3 Stormtroopers guarding the doorway, and they had her surrounded.
"Put down the gun ma'am and I might think about your survival."
Crystaall complied, and the blaster dropped to the ground with a larger clang on the rugged floor.
"Isn't she the one that escaped on the ship that docked earlier."
"Hey, you're right. She killed a lot of guys, including Xihk. Let's shoot her chest."
"Will you two shut up? I need to confirm this identity, and don't let your eyes dawdle. We need to keep a close eye on her."
Without warning, Crystaall could hear the sounds of a large ship hovering nearby. She knew Grey-Kast was here, how he knew where she was, she could care less. All Crystaall had to do now was rely on her instinct. And she intended to do just that.
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