Chapter 1: Wrong Orders part 3

It was a direct hit, and the man never saw it coming as he stumbled backwards into the tiled wall and holding the left side of his jaw. The girl was full of anger and wanted to hit the man again but decided against it. She could not believe he thought she was not the one who took down the wookie. She was wearing armor that a lightsaber could not break. The man's complete disregard of his surroundings made him deserve that busted jaw. She walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his robe and pulling his face toward her own. He looked frightened, and she was not surprised because she knew her face was flushed with red revealing her anger up-close and personal to this man. He witnessed her anger with one punch and a simple look in the eye. He whimpered and began apologizing like a poor man would beg for his life. She threw him off and brushed her hand against her right breastplate and held out her left hand.

"Give me my money now, before to shake all of your credits off you and send your mangled body to your boss."

The man only nodded in fear, tossing a small blue pouch bag at her and slowing walking toward the entrance, leaving the diner with a hand holding his face together. The girl caught the bag and only watched the man leave and exit her line of sight. Once he did she quickly fixed her hair and sat back down, putting the bag on the table and pushing it to her trandoshan friend. He began laughing and smiled at her.

"You can't be seriously paying me all that for one bottle."

"Never said I was. You can take half of the cut though."

The lizard man nodded with a smile on his face as he took the bag and headed to the back of the diner to fetch the right bottle. As he did this, the girl turned to look out the same window her friend did, watching the people scamper about. Not all were poor but you could tell there was a large portion of those people that hung around here. A haven from the Empire for bounty hunters that knew the art of stealth.

"And yet you stand here, watching. Are you so eager to know the life of a poor man? Or do you seek your truth?"

The mysterious voice was like a whisper in her ear, the sound of an old man.. Yet when she turned to face the man, no one was there. But they sounded so close, as if she was staring him in the eye from an inch away. But no one showed and she almost turned to the window again just as the trandoshan arrived with the bag and bottle of whiskey.

"You shouldn't be drinking at your age you know?"

"Then you clearly do not see the influence you leave on me."

"Ha! Have a good one Crys. And be safe."

The name she never had a choice with. Her eyes full of bright light and as blue as the sky: Crystaall. The double a and ls indicated her unique personality for her age. Strong, wise and yet naive and full of reckless attitude. She took the bottle and pouch, clipping the pouch to her belt and placing her helmet back on. She walked out without the head, leaving it on the table for her friend to take as a trophy. Her apartment was only a few blocks down and it looked like a two story shack. The front door was always tilted and as she pushed it open, it fell off. She sighed and slowly climbed the steps that had no railing, but creaked loudly. It was almost loud enough to wake her neighbor that lived under her. She opened her door and slammed the battle on the table close to the door. Her apartment was just one big room with rusted walls and a toilet and shower in a small room off a corner. what she had in the room was more important. Dusty clothes with holes and wrinkles in an open pantry. She had a huge desk with a portable system hooked up to the holonet and her equally massive bed, meant for a king. She sighed as she took off her helmet and placed it on the desk, pressing a small button on her armor's collar. This activated multiple gears, making the armor click and clash with itself as it began to fade away under itself, folding up with its many peices. Within a few moments, all that was left was a necklace around her neck.

Chapter 1: Wrong Orders Pt 2

The girl only sighed and pointed to an empty booth that, with the lizard's acknowledgement, they walked to with care as they both refused to look at the other. They both sat down, the girl slipped into the booth with ease, placing her helmet on table and watched as her heavy friend tried to squeeze himself into the opposite seat, across from her. He soon fell with a thump on the seat, the noise hiding the kid's small laugh. The trandoshan failed to find amusement in his act and allowed his arms to rest on the table.

"So.... how are you doing with those 'jobs' of yours? You don't seem to need me for comfort anymore."

"Look, I never said that I don't need you, but I need you now, at least for the moment as I wait for my client to show. I could have done this in the street and not even come by, but I chose your diner because its my home away from home."

"So you did kill him? You killed your only mentor to fulfill a life of killing as a hired gun, with the possibility of being killed by a stronger target?"

"I killed him because I promised that I would. I never break my promises. You know this. Vex knows this, as does everyone else who knows me."

The trandoshan sighed and looked out the window toward the dark street, looking past its gloomy houses and people to see the bright light of the surface draining into the massive whole where ships hovered up and down, looking for their own destination and disregarding any other. The girl turned around in her seat to see a man in white robes open the front door to the diner, looking around like he was lost and in need of someone to help him. But the man soon saw what he needed as he walked over to the girl and her friend. The girl put her hand out to shake the man's hand but instead was rudely ignored as the robed man with his fancy hair and goatee take her friend's hand and shake it with a lot of force.

"Sir, I wish to thank you for getting rid of that wookie for me, he was causing so many problems for my business. But I have to ask how you managed such a feat when you look like a drunk slaver with a massive beer gut?"

The girl had enough of that man's talk as she stood up and threw her right fist at the man's jaw.

Chapter 1: Wrong Orders (first draft(Part 1))

Heavy footsteps are heard throughout the bustling street of people. The clank of armor made most of the bystanders shudder in fear. They knew what was coming. A machine of pure evil, and what came from it was no remorse for any soul that stood in its way. A corrupt soul that wandered the galaxy in search of its next victim with the intention of getting paid or seeking revenge. The armored person continued walking with a sack in its right hand and its other hand closed. Along this armor was an array of weapons, including smoke grenades, thermal detonators and two pistols crafted by hand. Its maroon armor shined in the dim street lights as many people scattered, with men guarding their wives and children, hoping the death tap wouldn't look their way. Of course these lights were always on in the Underground of Coruscant, for light barely found a way to break the webs of crime that formed in this place. The man kept walking, letting his footsteps echo in the now silent street, a smile reaching across the person face, even if there was a visor that covered their face. Having come back from a risky mission, with the head of an Imperial delegate, the machine was happy to finally see fear on these people's faces. It reached it destination within moments, staring at the entrance of a diner. Its outside was unkempt, but one could easily tell its owner cared about its customers as you could see sparkling white tiles on the floor through its glass doors. It kicked in the door with sheer force, walking in like it owned the place. A bartender, losing control due to shock, dropped his tray, letting the glass' and plates shatter against the tiled floor, scratching them up. Luckily, they were clean, so there was no issue of cleaning up food, but a trandoshan in a fancier apron than the young male gave him a dirty look. The armored being assumed the boy would get his pay deducted for the day. The trandoshan soon came around the corner, handing the boy a broom and pan, pointing at the mess and revealing his massive gut. His orange scaled skin was remarkably dull, but his big tail swung happily as he finally caught eye of the monstrosity that stood there, observing his actions with care. He walked up the machine, and one could easily tell the machine was half his size as he looked down at it with anticipation.

"I thought you'd never come visit."

"I'm only here for a business deal and my weekly bottle of Corellian whiskey."

"Could you at least take off that helmet and take a seat with me? You finally get a decent job and you treat me like bantha poodoo."

The machine lifted its arms, slowly grasping its head, and pulling of the metal contraption the protected its head. What was underneath would surprise an average man. It was a young girl, about 15 years old with long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Her lips were bland but still beautiful and there wasn't even a mark or injury on her little face, making someone believe she has never seen combat. They would be dead wrong.

"Its not you, I just had a very difficult time getting here. I hope you understand."

"I wish I could."

The Intro

This is the Intro the the first book of the Lost Chapters, which is what Crystaall's experiences through her life will be called.

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Start from the beginning

I'm going to start from the beginning of the series I'm writing and go on from there. Should be up within a day or two, maybe less. If you want to help me or give advice just leave a comment or send me a message. Thanks.

This is new to me

I'm not use to putting a blog up, I'm mainly just a writer with random inspirations and a love of compelling action and awesomeness. This tends to be involved in my many stories along with massive drama and external/internal conflict with my main characters. Most of my stories are third person. I have yet to find a previous story I made a year ago.If I don't find it, I'll rewrite it on this blog. If it is found I'll type the original copy. I'm obviously a star wars fan and a fan of kickass women, which happens to be my continued interest in Tomb Raider. Ancestral Bonds is supposed to be an Epilogue to a whole series of stories that are entwined with my major Star Wars character Crystaall Sehefadu. I'm still working out the kinks for the first chapter of her first story, so please bear with me on this. I will try and post parts of Ancestral Bonds as I get more and more of it completed. My story from last year, named Two Man Army (it has nothing to do with the Army of Two video game series.) Is a trilogy that I hope to start writing again soon, so look for that. As for Crystaall's first story, we'll have to see if I can get that into my schedule. To all those that are family and friends your support is appreciated, and to those who wish to see more of my writing, in due time..... in due time.

                                                                                                                         Your Star Wars fan writer,
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The Ancestral Bonds Part 1

  The story of Crystaall Sehefadu is not fully complete in my mind. It will not be complete for a while because I need to think it through. I do have one story I should have done a year ago but I never had the name for the second main character. Its about the ancestors of the Sehefadu family. It all began with the Zekera family, more importantly Eriis Zekera. She is the first of many in the whole family to have tragedy shatter their fate and show them the true path. The story does not start with her however. This story goes through the rediscovery of the Zekera legacy through Crystaall's point of view. If anyone has any advice, leave a comment.


    Crystaall stands alone on the balcony in the Queen's bedroom. Its is mid-dawn on Naboo. A slow, but calm wind sways in the air. Crystaall's long brown hair goes along with the breeze. She stands in her torn Jedi robe, its brown color faded into a more tanish version. Underneath the soft robe was her maroon spartan armor, hand-crafted herself. Its dull phrik metal (This type of metal is almost completely resistant to lightsabers) unable to give even a small reflection of light from the rising sun. Her two lightsabers banged against her waist. In her right hand she holds an old holocron in the shape of an octagon. This holocron dated back to the days of the Old Republic. A small button is on one of its sides and Crystaall pushes it gently. No video can be seen but the audio begins to play anyways.
    "This is Jedi Master Eriis Zekera of the Jedi Order on Tython. If anyone finds this, I am most likely one with the Force. I have left my saber in the Archives of Tython and my droid C2-N2 is still active. If I am alive, I am sealed in carbonite and on a secret location known only to me and my hidden archives on Coruscant. To any grandchildren I have, may the Force guide your destinies."
    The holocron begins to flicker and shuts down. Crystaall sighs and stuffs the old relic in one of her robe's pockets. A figure appears behind her. A spirit of an old woman dressed in royal robes. The spirit begins to speak to the warrior woman.
    "I have seen you go from one profession to another and I have never seen you so focused on the sadness you hold in your heart. What troubles you, my child?"
    "Mother.... how long has it been? How long has it been since the destruction of the Sith Empire?"
    "Crystaall, she's not alive. There's no proof of our ancestors existence in the galaxy. The text left by Eriis Zekera is in ancient Sith, you'll never decode it."
    "How long!?"
    Crystaall turns face to face with the old spirit.
    "Over 3000 years ago. Our 'original ancestor is dead. You know that as well as I."
    "I still can't figure out why you are still able to speak to me through the Force. You've helped enough and you were never Force sensitive."
    The spirit soon began to fade and it decided to give on last piece of advice.
    "You've always been destined for greatness, just promise me you won't chase a dead memory...."
    The spirit faded away before the sentence was finished. A small light began to flicker on Crystaall's wrist.