I want to tell everyone that Happy New Years, and that there will be more writing popping up than just the casual pace I have been going at. I will be doing my best to refrain from video games and continue writing the first book, and if I'm lucky I'll have it finished in March and probab;ly the whole thing will be up on this site mid-May or early-June. Wish me luck in this. I also will be doing my best to get a small time job while I'm still in school. Hope I can get one. Thank you all who've watched this story prpogress, and more is definitely on its way. Have a good one and may the Force be with you.
Dominik Sanmarco, AKA Superman
1/3/14
1/2/14
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 4
"I don't care for your foolish rules, but do no think for a second that I will be intimidated by either of you. You can run surveillance on my every move on the city streets, but if I go in a business or somebody's home, I better not see a single Imperial, or I'll make sure my next bounty is collecting both of your heads."
Walking forward with heavy steps, Crystaall pushed aside the troopers and made her way to the exit with anger in her core. She didn't care for the Imps, but if they knew what happened back in Coruscant, she wouldn't have been able to land. She was grateful for that at least. The stormtrooper scoffed as he was pushed aside, along with his more heavy partner and watched the young girl leave, with her swaying hips almost hypnotizing the man. He looked at his partner who stared at the sky, with only one of the suns being visible and sighed.
"Sir, she may be more of a problem than you anticipated."
"I care not how large of a problem she will become, I care if we can put her under my control. And soon."
"Good luck with..... thaaat."
He tried to shout but he grasped his throat as he felt a hand clapsed around it. But his heavy friend stood there in complete silence, staring at him. The tropper fell to his knees, still trying to hold his lungs as if it would help him survive this sudden punishment. The anger of his friend rose as he felt his larynx crumbling under the pressure. He tried to exhale once more as he no longer could hold his eyes open, falling to his side, his hands still grasping his neck.
"Your opinion was not needed Sergeant."
She wandered around for several hours, observing every single landmark she could find. With the wide streets and the small alleys, Crystaall knew escape from anyone in this city could be either heaven or a complete nightmare. She knew she didn't have to escape anyone at the moment, but she wanted to plan ahead. The Empire had struck without warning back on Coruscant, and they brought an invasion force just for one dead man. The big city confused her with its buildings having similar taste, yet they each had their own purpose. She could tell the buildings scattered on the walls of Mos Eisley were just homes. Anyone that was rich would have a good home off in the plain countryside of sand and duststorms. This crime lit city had many hunters, a lot of them were different species, most of them having helmets, but she could tell that a majorit of them were not human. Through her long time of searching, she could not find a single place to stay, and she began to think that she'd have to go to Anchorage to find a decent apartment. It soon became pitch black as the dead night rose with the two suns dissapearing behind the black curtain. She soon found a place she could rest, at least for a few moments. The Mos Eisley cantina. She burst open the door, stumbling a little, too much pressure having been applied to the door as she quickly placed it against the door.
"I hope you plan on paying for that durasteel door."
Walking forward with heavy steps, Crystaall pushed aside the troopers and made her way to the exit with anger in her core. She didn't care for the Imps, but if they knew what happened back in Coruscant, she wouldn't have been able to land. She was grateful for that at least. The stormtrooper scoffed as he was pushed aside, along with his more heavy partner and watched the young girl leave, with her swaying hips almost hypnotizing the man. He looked at his partner who stared at the sky, with only one of the suns being visible and sighed.
"Sir, she may be more of a problem than you anticipated."
"I care not how large of a problem she will become, I care if we can put her under my control. And soon."
"Good luck with..... thaaat."
He tried to shout but he grasped his throat as he felt a hand clapsed around it. But his heavy friend stood there in complete silence, staring at him. The tropper fell to his knees, still trying to hold his lungs as if it would help him survive this sudden punishment. The anger of his friend rose as he felt his larynx crumbling under the pressure. He tried to exhale once more as he no longer could hold his eyes open, falling to his side, his hands still grasping his neck.
"Your opinion was not needed Sergeant."
She wandered around for several hours, observing every single landmark she could find. With the wide streets and the small alleys, Crystaall knew escape from anyone in this city could be either heaven or a complete nightmare. She knew she didn't have to escape anyone at the moment, but she wanted to plan ahead. The Empire had struck without warning back on Coruscant, and they brought an invasion force just for one dead man. The big city confused her with its buildings having similar taste, yet they each had their own purpose. She could tell the buildings scattered on the walls of Mos Eisley were just homes. Anyone that was rich would have a good home off in the plain countryside of sand and duststorms. This crime lit city had many hunters, a lot of them were different species, most of them having helmets, but she could tell that a majorit of them were not human. Through her long time of searching, she could not find a single place to stay, and she began to think that she'd have to go to Anchorage to find a decent apartment. It soon became pitch black as the dead night rose with the two suns dissapearing behind the black curtain. She soon found a place she could rest, at least for a few moments. The Mos Eisley cantina. She burst open the door, stumbling a little, too much pressure having been applied to the door as she quickly placed it against the door.
"I hope you plan on paying for that durasteel door."
12/23/13
(: !Christmas Special! :)
I want to let everyone to know there will be a small delay for posts this week because of Christmas and small writers block for the revision of Chapter 3 Royal Protection. But to ease some of the impatience you might have, below is a log of Crystaall's memory of Chapters 1 & 2 years after the first book, with some minor hints :D Hope you enjoy! And Merry Christmas, and Happy Something to anything else you celebrate this holiday season!
"Are you recording R4? Ok good, I want this to look back at, make sure my future self can fix anything I got wrong. This is Crystaall Sekera Sehefadu, former bounty hunter and currently a fighter for galactic freedom. How I got here in the beginning was just me going through the motions. Sure I was angry, but I just followed the voice that spoke to me. I still don't know what truly guides me, but I know that not everything will go my way. My arms are a reminder of this. When I first was thrown onto this path, I was just doing my first solo bounty. Someone had changed my target, and I took the wrong hit. I was chased to the Outer Rim until I had R4 here make a quick maneuver, having us shoot toward the core world of Coruscant. Now I had rented out an apartment, but I told my employer to meet me on neutral ground. Heh, it was just my subtle way of telling him, we'll be in the open on my home ground. So I set up the exchange at my favorite bar, run by my favorite bartender. He was kicking it hard even back then, and I made the transaction of confirmation to credits with a quick swing and maybe a nice threat. Everything went to hell after that. I began to hear the voice that guides me even now. It spoke to me, and I thought it was just a fool speaking his mind, but no one was there and I soon left for home. That night, I had the first dream of my past. She called it a past premonition. Its Jedi speak for a dream of what has happened or what will happen. I was struck hard with many blows after I woke that morning, everything was silent, until Vex burst in my room. We left and he showed me the diner. It was burning and I could barely see the severed head of my hit still sitting on the table. I lost control over my emotions, and Vex had to drag me to safety as Stormtroopers ambushed us. We ran to the private hangars, going through alleys to lose the stubborn soldiers. We got to Vex's ship, but we were intercepted by Jigual,an Imperial lackey, hidden within the Black Sun as a reckless villain who could manipulate almost anyone. He shot and killed Vex, and I avenged him later on, but I escaped in his YT-1300 freighter nicknamed the Dragon Hawke. The squad uses it most of the time though. I barely escaped with R4 piloting the ship and as far as I knew at that moment, my life was forever changed, and fate would run its course. Is that good R4? Alright, hey end this log and see if one of the guys can get me a bottle of Corellian ale, I may be young but I prefer having a good drink before doing a recon mission.
'End Log'
"Are you recording R4? Ok good, I want this to look back at, make sure my future self can fix anything I got wrong. This is Crystaall Sekera Sehefadu, former bounty hunter and currently a fighter for galactic freedom. How I got here in the beginning was just me going through the motions. Sure I was angry, but I just followed the voice that spoke to me. I still don't know what truly guides me, but I know that not everything will go my way. My arms are a reminder of this. When I first was thrown onto this path, I was just doing my first solo bounty. Someone had changed my target, and I took the wrong hit. I was chased to the Outer Rim until I had R4 here make a quick maneuver, having us shoot toward the core world of Coruscant. Now I had rented out an apartment, but I told my employer to meet me on neutral ground. Heh, it was just my subtle way of telling him, we'll be in the open on my home ground. So I set up the exchange at my favorite bar, run by my favorite bartender. He was kicking it hard even back then, and I made the transaction of confirmation to credits with a quick swing and maybe a nice threat. Everything went to hell after that. I began to hear the voice that guides me even now. It spoke to me, and I thought it was just a fool speaking his mind, but no one was there and I soon left for home. That night, I had the first dream of my past. She called it a past premonition. Its Jedi speak for a dream of what has happened or what will happen. I was struck hard with many blows after I woke that morning, everything was silent, until Vex burst in my room. We left and he showed me the diner. It was burning and I could barely see the severed head of my hit still sitting on the table. I lost control over my emotions, and Vex had to drag me to safety as Stormtroopers ambushed us. We ran to the private hangars, going through alleys to lose the stubborn soldiers. We got to Vex's ship, but we were intercepted by Jigual,an Imperial lackey, hidden within the Black Sun as a reckless villain who could manipulate almost anyone. He shot and killed Vex, and I avenged him later on, but I escaped in his YT-1300 freighter nicknamed the Dragon Hawke. The squad uses it most of the time though. I barely escaped with R4 piloting the ship and as far as I knew at that moment, my life was forever changed, and fate would run its course. Is that good R4? Alright, hey end this log and see if one of the guys can get me a bottle of Corellian ale, I may be young but I prefer having a good drink before doing a recon mission.
'End Log'
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 3
Within a few moments, R4 had managed to get the ship hovering over a clean landing spot within the spaceport. The droid steadily lowered the ship's landing gear as the Dragon Hawke began its descent onto solid ground. While the ship made its descent, Crystaall watched all the people that walked the bare streets disappear behind a solid wall that was just as common as the sand that covered the surface of this planet. The Hawke made its landing cleanly as it bounced lightly off its gear, the suspension leveling the ship out as it came to a halt. The droid shut down the ship's engines and made a few beeps as Crystaall knelt down and patted its domed head.
"R4, I can't have you come with me. With all of my data and that special encryption all stored in your little head, I can't risk someone taking you or those pieces of data, away from me. You're a part of me, and I would be hurt by your loss. Plus I can't learn how to fly a freighter by myself."
She returned to her feet and casually made her way to the ramp as she hit the trigger, allowing it to lower as she gave R4 a two-finger salute as she walked down the ramp. The two suns nearly blinded her eyes, even with her helmet's darkened visor. She lifted her left arm above her head as she began to walk forward, barely seeing the two figures clad in white Imperial Stormtrooper armor. At least one of them was in white armor, the other was in black, but his armor was more bulky than any other trooper she's seen. It wasn't pilot armor, but it certainly wasn't standard issue. Crystaall licked her dry lips as she lowered her armor and stopped at the edge of the ramp. She crossed her arms and raised one side of her hips with a slightly cocked head. She assumed this was about her sudden leave from Coruscant and tha they were going to take her in. The man in white stepped forward with his E-11 in strong grip with both of his hands.
"Sir, I'm going to need-"
"On what planet would I be considered a male, trooper?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm used to apprhending-"
"Males and not women? You're a very lucky man that I happen to be your first. There are much worse. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Ma'am, I am ordered to inform you that you are now under Imperial observation, due to your young age and the fact that this ship is not registered under your name."
The soldier paused as he tried to work the courage to speak until his heavy, black-armored buddy stepped up for him. He was very threatening even with his casual stance. Crystaall could tell he would be useful to anyone on the front lines but he did not carry a weapon with him. What was his deal?
"Ma'am you are to watched and followed throughout your time here in Mos Eisley and any time you wish to leave must be allowed by myself or the commanding officer of the Imperial battalion that is stationed here."
This frustrated Crystaall, as she put her hands on her hips and pulled out both of her pistols. She did no raise them, knowing that she could easily tempt the heavy soldier to show her his power. Instead, she stood there with both pistols pointing at the ground and her voice completely serious.
"R4, I can't have you come with me. With all of my data and that special encryption all stored in your little head, I can't risk someone taking you or those pieces of data, away from me. You're a part of me, and I would be hurt by your loss. Plus I can't learn how to fly a freighter by myself."
She returned to her feet and casually made her way to the ramp as she hit the trigger, allowing it to lower as she gave R4 a two-finger salute as she walked down the ramp. The two suns nearly blinded her eyes, even with her helmet's darkened visor. She lifted her left arm above her head as she began to walk forward, barely seeing the two figures clad in white Imperial Stormtrooper armor. At least one of them was in white armor, the other was in black, but his armor was more bulky than any other trooper she's seen. It wasn't pilot armor, but it certainly wasn't standard issue. Crystaall licked her dry lips as she lowered her armor and stopped at the edge of the ramp. She crossed her arms and raised one side of her hips with a slightly cocked head. She assumed this was about her sudden leave from Coruscant and tha they were going to take her in. The man in white stepped forward with his E-11 in strong grip with both of his hands.
"Sir, I'm going to need-"
"On what planet would I be considered a male, trooper?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm used to apprhending-"
"Males and not women? You're a very lucky man that I happen to be your first. There are much worse. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Ma'am, I am ordered to inform you that you are now under Imperial observation, due to your young age and the fact that this ship is not registered under your name."
The soldier paused as he tried to work the courage to speak until his heavy, black-armored buddy stepped up for him. He was very threatening even with his casual stance. Crystaall could tell he would be useful to anyone on the front lines but he did not carry a weapon with him. What was his deal?
"Ma'am you are to watched and followed throughout your time here in Mos Eisley and any time you wish to leave must be allowed by myself or the commanding officer of the Imperial battalion that is stationed here."
This frustrated Crystaall, as she put her hands on her hips and pulled out both of her pistols. She did no raise them, knowing that she could easily tempt the heavy soldier to show her his power. Instead, she stood there with both pistols pointing at the ground and her voice completely serious.
12/20/13
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 2
Crystaall sighed as she put her hands on her hips, taking a final walk around the circular ship. Not a single weapon was on this ship, except for her own. Nothing. No rifles, no pistols, not even a decent thermal detonator. This ship was made for basic needs and nothing else. Vex never left his ship without a weapon, so why did he have a ship with no weapons in it, except for the ones he carried on his waist on had installed on this ship? She couldn't fathom what he had done with the massive supply of weapons she knew he had. She shook the thought from her mind a she walked back to the cockpit and looked around the small area. The buttons and switches all around the compact space, but one thing was different. Normally the standard YT-1300 had four seats in the pilot area. This one had three, and a fridge. A fridge. She couldn't believe Vex put a fridge in the most inconvenient area possible. It sat right behind the pilot's chair. Before she could investigate any further, R4 began to whimper without a sign of stopping, until Crystaall looked out the window.
"What is it.... R4.....?"
Looking out the small viewport, she saw the massive ship. It was another Star Destroyer firing upon a different YT-1300, that obviously had no decent skill of evading such a big ship. She watched in silence as the Imperial ship continued to fire upon the YT-1300 until it shot into hyperspace. Crystaall patted her droid on the head and began to speak quietly.
"Take us in slow and steady buddy. Let us hope their friends haven't reported us yet."
Crystaall took her helmet off the dashboard, and placed it back on her head as it clicked in place with the necklace-armor's frame. She decided to sit back in the pilot chair as she settled herself in, watching the ship enter Tatooine's atmosphere. There wasn't much to look at but sand, cities and more sand. But Crystaall adored this planet. If anyone needed a place to go to if they were in trouble with the Empire or bounty hunters, they could come here. Of course, it'd cost many credits to even get here with no questions asked, but even here was a place of crime, bounty and murder. And the place she planned to visit was known for its crime and villainy. Mos Eisley .
"What is it.... R4.....?"
Looking out the small viewport, she saw the massive ship. It was another Star Destroyer firing upon a different YT-1300, that obviously had no decent skill of evading such a big ship. She watched in silence as the Imperial ship continued to fire upon the YT-1300 until it shot into hyperspace. Crystaall patted her droid on the head and began to speak quietly.
"Take us in slow and steady buddy. Let us hope their friends haven't reported us yet."
Crystaall took her helmet off the dashboard, and placed it back on her head as it clicked in place with the necklace-armor's frame. She decided to sit back in the pilot chair as she settled herself in, watching the ship enter Tatooine's atmosphere. There wasn't much to look at but sand, cities and more sand. But Crystaall adored this planet. If anyone needed a place to go to if they were in trouble with the Empire or bounty hunters, they could come here. Of course, it'd cost many credits to even get here with no questions asked, but even here was a place of crime, bounty and murder. And the place she planned to visit was known for its crime and villainy. Mos Eisley .
12/18/13
Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 1
A loud thunk echoed through the bridge. He was furious. They were so close and yet that ship escaped their grasp quicker than anticipated. The anger across his face, flushed his cheeks red as he raised his left hand to brush back his short black hair. He straightened himself out and turned to face his lieutenant. The man in uniform was scared of what his commander would do to him. He wasn't as strong as Darth Vader, but he trained with the Imperial guard half of his life. This made him just as dangerous. The man backhanded his lieutenant with a quick slap that sounded as if a hand print was being thrown into a concrete wall. The many people who worked for the commander never stopped working, they did their job and never paid heed to the action that happened above them. The man who was their commander was young, probably in his early twenties, possibly younger, but he was as tall as everyone else and had earned his right to command the fools beneath him. He always wore a black cloak over his uniform and even participated in his own troops conquering of cities when need be. He raised his hand again and yelled at the top of his voice.
"Someone tell me where she is, or I swear this man will not see daylight ever again! That means right now you imbeciles!"
One of the men on the bottom of the bridge stood up, with a three finger salute on his left hand above his eyebrow. He was shaking nervously and his voice was worse.
"She jumped into the Outer Rim sir! Somewhere near Tatooine space!."
The commander turned his hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and struck the lieutenant in front of him with a punch to his right jaw. The man fell, completely shocked by the force used against him. He hit the ground, bouncing off the steel floor and moaning in pain.
"Get us into Outer Rim territories, I want to see if she lands on Tatooine or not. And can someone get this disgraceful peice of a man off my bridge floor. He's ruining my peace and quiet with his groaning and mumbling."
How she woke up was not the most pleseant way to get up, but it seemed like R4's best idea. The droid was screaming as if a fuse had blown, and from what Crystaall could make out, he was just concerned if she hit her head too hard.
"R4 I'm perfectly fine, back off and check ship's systems. We need to know what we have."
She said this in a sleepily tone as she did her best to sit up in the big chair. She slowly took off her helmet, placing it on the dashboard as she then placed her hands on her forehead. Nothing could convince her this was a dream. She lifted herself up from the chair as she struggled to get to her feet, but kept her balance. She stretched her arms and began to walk out of the cockpit with its many switches and buttons she barely knew about. She opened her eyes wide open and blinked as she looked around the small, yet homey area Vex had made his ship.The ship's walls were covered in sprays of crimson pain. Crystaall almost thought it looked like blood, but it had too much of a glossy color to portray as blood. There were several places that had small ledges Vex had installed with nothing on them except for a deck of Pazaak cards on the one to her right. To her right was where most of the engine works and other wires and pipes were placed There was just a small bad placed on the far wall, and in front of it stood a small bar with many different bottles of wine and booze. She smirked and chuckled to herself as she noticed that most of them came from Corellia. The bar wasn't dusty, which meant Vex either cleaned it constantly or was drunk most of the time. The main resting area had a training mat in white and black colors and another bed. most likely for a guest. Both of the beds were nice and clean, and pillows were distributed evenly. Now the training mat was not like Vex's style, because he has hated the empire ever since she met him. But the mat had the Imperial Insignia, but it looked as if it was an older version of their symbol. It was possibly before she was born. There was even a holoprojector, she guessed this is what he had used to talk to her when she tried connecting with him over the HoloNet on her small system. The one she left back at her apartment. It was most likely fitted with training programs, so she decided to look at those later as she walked back to the bar. She had a surprised look on her face as she stopped midstep, placing her foot back in its place as she stared at the Mustafarian lava lamp that was secured onto the counter.
"That slick Mandolorian."
"Someone tell me where she is, or I swear this man will not see daylight ever again! That means right now you imbeciles!"
One of the men on the bottom of the bridge stood up, with a three finger salute on his left hand above his eyebrow. He was shaking nervously and his voice was worse.
"She jumped into the Outer Rim sir! Somewhere near Tatooine space!."
The commander turned his hand into a fist, pulled his arm back and struck the lieutenant in front of him with a punch to his right jaw. The man fell, completely shocked by the force used against him. He hit the ground, bouncing off the steel floor and moaning in pain.
"Get us into Outer Rim territories, I want to see if she lands on Tatooine or not. And can someone get this disgraceful peice of a man off my bridge floor. He's ruining my peace and quiet with his groaning and mumbling."
How she woke up was not the most pleseant way to get up, but it seemed like R4's best idea. The droid was screaming as if a fuse had blown, and from what Crystaall could make out, he was just concerned if she hit her head too hard.
"R4 I'm perfectly fine, back off and check ship's systems. We need to know what we have."
She said this in a sleepily tone as she did her best to sit up in the big chair. She slowly took off her helmet, placing it on the dashboard as she then placed her hands on her forehead. Nothing could convince her this was a dream. She lifted herself up from the chair as she struggled to get to her feet, but kept her balance. She stretched her arms and began to walk out of the cockpit with its many switches and buttons she barely knew about. She opened her eyes wide open and blinked as she looked around the small, yet homey area Vex had made his ship.The ship's walls were covered in sprays of crimson pain. Crystaall almost thought it looked like blood, but it had too much of a glossy color to portray as blood. There were several places that had small ledges Vex had installed with nothing on them except for a deck of Pazaak cards on the one to her right. To her right was where most of the engine works and other wires and pipes were placed There was just a small bad placed on the far wall, and in front of it stood a small bar with many different bottles of wine and booze. She smirked and chuckled to herself as she noticed that most of them came from Corellia. The bar wasn't dusty, which meant Vex either cleaned it constantly or was drunk most of the time. The main resting area had a training mat in white and black colors and another bed. most likely for a guest. Both of the beds were nice and clean, and pillows were distributed evenly. Now the training mat was not like Vex's style, because he has hated the empire ever since she met him. But the mat had the Imperial Insignia, but it looked as if it was an older version of their symbol. It was possibly before she was born. There was even a holoprojector, she guessed this is what he had used to talk to her when she tried connecting with him over the HoloNet on her small system. The one she left back at her apartment. It was most likely fitted with training programs, so she decided to look at those later as she walked back to the bar. She had a surprised look on her face as she stopped midstep, placing her foot back in its place as she stared at the Mustafarian lava lamp that was secured onto the counter.
"That slick Mandolorian."
12/17/13
For anyone that has been following the past weeks
I want to let you all know that I will be starting Chapter 3 today, which is named Royal Protection. The last 2 chapters are finally off my back. :D For anyone that wants to know how far I've already written I am writing Chapter five, with some minor procrastination and thoughts colliding on how to keep things going with an abrupt stop in the story. So far things have gone along fine, and what you are reading now are revisions of the chapters I wrote two months back. These chapters are about 5- 6 pages long on lined paper and have been created possibly longer than that due to my revisions. There are lots of parts I have written that aren't in full description that need it or have parts that either don't make sense and may confuse the reader or is just complete bullshit. So there's that. For anyone wishing to comment or talk to me, I am unavailable to even see comments during my school hours, so when I am able to comment or respond most of the time is around 3:30-10:30 pm Eastern time. I just thought I should let everyone know this now so we all understand when I can talk. For anyone interested in what is coming up next, its all in due time. All I can really say is things will slowly reach a strong momentum. For starters, I'll be introducing the main antagonist throughout the series. I will also be introducing a dark ally to the series, or a curse if you want to call it that, and maybe a few other characters that are important to Crystaall and her journey. May the Force be with you-Dominik Sanmarco
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 6
It only took a few more minutes to finish off the TIE fighters. But when everything went silent within the blackness of space as they hovered above Coruscant, she could finally see why there were so man of them. An Imperial Star Destroyer was coming up fast behind them and R4 began to screech wildly as Crystaall dropped out of the top turret and made her way to the cockpit where the little astromech had plugged himself in, controling the ship.
"R4 we need to get out of here, we can't take any fire from that Destroyer for too long."
And just as she spoke the ship shook from the mighty blow that hit the back of the Hawke. Crystaall nearly fell from the shot, she had not ever been inside a ship this big before, having used a stolen Jedi starfighter to get from place to place. She forced herself into the pilot's seat and leaned forward, grabbing the lever for hyperdrive.
"R4, find a planet that they won't attack us at. And do it fast!"
The droid beeped furiously and the ship shook again, this time the starboard being hit and Crystaall was thrown back into the chair, accidentally pulling the lever and watched in horror as the hyperdrive activated and sent them farther in the black of space. The hit had knocked her unconscious and R4 was thrown out of his socket, hitting the back wall of the cockpit and squealing in pain of the sudden attack. Crystaall quickly fell into a deep sleep from the hit, and she could only imagine what it could have been.
Death Watch. They were one of the most recognized elite force of Mandolore. Heroes and protectors of the planet, and feared warriors. Some were exiled for the disrespect of their leaders, their government, and those who betrayed Mandalore, were executed or worse. This is what she knew. This was all the captain told her as he trained her. But this was before they trained her. So she sat there on the floor on the corner of a block of homes unknown to her as she watched people walk by. She would hold her hand out for change and very few would even consider handing her anything. Other children laughed at her demise, but her pain would hurt them more than her as they ran away crying and screaming as she took money off the boy she just knocked out. What she did with that money was store it in a small black bag. She carried it with her constantly, even when she scavenged for supplies in trash heaps and dumpsters behind small businesses she never cared for. This day would be no different as she soon fell back from her post and began to lightly seach the trash that was piled in the alley.
That's when they attacked. Without warning they stood on both sides of her as she looked at them in fright. They all wore grey armor as the ten year old girl stared at them. She did what she always did. Observe and watch with her mind, and strategize her options with her eyes. She never knew why she could do this, but it helped her when people tried to hurt her, just like they tried to do it now. They were after her credits and she could feel it from the ominous presence that filled the air. Then they attacked. Two attacked her, running with full speed as she began to run towards the wall with them following her. Se jumped and jumped once more off the wall, flipping in the air and striking out with both of her tiny feet, knocking the grey armored soldiers down on their backs, groaning in disgust of how easily they were fooled. The last armored man never moved. He stood there and watched as the small child landed on her hands, rolling to her feet and raising her fists. And in all the commotion, she never focused long enough as a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up, high off the ground and bringing her face to face with a battle-hardened face with no hair but his long grey beard and many scars across his face.
"You are skilled, but you will be nothing in the long run. I will spare your life, if you will join me, and train with me. I will provide almost everything you need, including a personally crafted armor set of your choosing. But you will never defy me. Do you understand little girl?"
"I understand. I understand that I will kill you when I become the strongest person you ever trained and I will become a legend and a hero."
"Good luck kid, you have a few years before you are even half my skill. And anyone trained under me, will never be a hero, only a hunter and a demon. A demon determined to kill."
"R4 we need to get out of here, we can't take any fire from that Destroyer for too long."
And just as she spoke the ship shook from the mighty blow that hit the back of the Hawke. Crystaall nearly fell from the shot, she had not ever been inside a ship this big before, having used a stolen Jedi starfighter to get from place to place. She forced herself into the pilot's seat and leaned forward, grabbing the lever for hyperdrive.
"R4, find a planet that they won't attack us at. And do it fast!"
The droid beeped furiously and the ship shook again, this time the starboard being hit and Crystaall was thrown back into the chair, accidentally pulling the lever and watched in horror as the hyperdrive activated and sent them farther in the black of space. The hit had knocked her unconscious and R4 was thrown out of his socket, hitting the back wall of the cockpit and squealing in pain of the sudden attack. Crystaall quickly fell into a deep sleep from the hit, and she could only imagine what it could have been.
Death Watch. They were one of the most recognized elite force of Mandolore. Heroes and protectors of the planet, and feared warriors. Some were exiled for the disrespect of their leaders, their government, and those who betrayed Mandalore, were executed or worse. This is what she knew. This was all the captain told her as he trained her. But this was before they trained her. So she sat there on the floor on the corner of a block of homes unknown to her as she watched people walk by. She would hold her hand out for change and very few would even consider handing her anything. Other children laughed at her demise, but her pain would hurt them more than her as they ran away crying and screaming as she took money off the boy she just knocked out. What she did with that money was store it in a small black bag. She carried it with her constantly, even when she scavenged for supplies in trash heaps and dumpsters behind small businesses she never cared for. This day would be no different as she soon fell back from her post and began to lightly seach the trash that was piled in the alley.
That's when they attacked. Without warning they stood on both sides of her as she looked at them in fright. They all wore grey armor as the ten year old girl stared at them. She did what she always did. Observe and watch with her mind, and strategize her options with her eyes. She never knew why she could do this, but it helped her when people tried to hurt her, just like they tried to do it now. They were after her credits and she could feel it from the ominous presence that filled the air. Then they attacked. Two attacked her, running with full speed as she began to run towards the wall with them following her. Se jumped and jumped once more off the wall, flipping in the air and striking out with both of her tiny feet, knocking the grey armored soldiers down on their backs, groaning in disgust of how easily they were fooled. The last armored man never moved. He stood there and watched as the small child landed on her hands, rolling to her feet and raising her fists. And in all the commotion, she never focused long enough as a hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up, high off the ground and bringing her face to face with a battle-hardened face with no hair but his long grey beard and many scars across his face.
"You are skilled, but you will be nothing in the long run. I will spare your life, if you will join me, and train with me. I will provide almost everything you need, including a personally crafted armor set of your choosing. But you will never defy me. Do you understand little girl?"
"I understand. I understand that I will kill you when I become the strongest person you ever trained and I will become a legend and a hero."
"Good luck kid, you have a few years before you are even half my skill. And anyone trained under me, will never be a hero, only a hunter and a demon. A demon determined to kill."
12/16/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 5
All she could do was watch as his body hit the floor. Her hand reached out as if she tried to grab the air in front of her. As if she could grab him from that far away and hold him close to her face. But as she pulled back her hand, the body shifted and Jigual looked directly at her. She couldn't hesitate, not now. She rushed to her feet, pushing herself up and slamming down the trigger for the Dragon Hawke's ramp. All she could hope was that Jigual would not be able to get her and that Vex was not dead. But hope was just an emotion, an empty glass waiting to be destroyed.
"R4 get this ship started right now! We need to leave!"
The droid beeped several times as it started up the ship and the engines of the Hawke roared. The black YT-1300 lifted off its platform and turned in a 180 degree and shot out of the hangar with speed. Jigual and his goons began to open fire, with shots flying past but barely hitting the ship's hull. Crystaall couldn't move as she sat down in the pilots chair and tried to get back up. She couldn't do it. She kept telling herself this was another bad dream. She had a dream within a dream and that she would wake once more in her room and actually see daylight pierce her blinds on the only window she had. But this wasn't a dream. For this was anything but a dream, a nightmare at best, but even a nightmare wouldn't give you the rush of adrenaline, the loss of emotion. It took away your emotion so you could feel it when you exited your own mind. The pain in her heart struck out, breaking her mind's paralysis, having her realize that this could not be a dream or a nightmare. That she was being chased, not by Jigual, but by Imperial TIE Fighters. Her anger rose for Jigual, hoping he was in one of those fighters, but she knew he was too much of a coward to bargain with the Empire. Her droid beeped furiously as Crystaall woke from her stance and rushed into the turrets.
"So much for a subtle escape."
She started up the turrets and began to unload a massive burst of laser fire at the TIE Fighters, with them retaliating in full as she dropped in and out of each turret, firing in short bursts and taking them out one by one. The explosions weren't pretty but she felt satisfied, unleashing her anger upon fools who would chase her down. They would feel her untamed wrath.
"R4 get this ship started right now! We need to leave!"
The droid beeped several times as it started up the ship and the engines of the Hawke roared. The black YT-1300 lifted off its platform and turned in a 180 degree and shot out of the hangar with speed. Jigual and his goons began to open fire, with shots flying past but barely hitting the ship's hull. Crystaall couldn't move as she sat down in the pilots chair and tried to get back up. She couldn't do it. She kept telling herself this was another bad dream. She had a dream within a dream and that she would wake once more in her room and actually see daylight pierce her blinds on the only window she had. But this wasn't a dream. For this was anything but a dream, a nightmare at best, but even a nightmare wouldn't give you the rush of adrenaline, the loss of emotion. It took away your emotion so you could feel it when you exited your own mind. The pain in her heart struck out, breaking her mind's paralysis, having her realize that this could not be a dream or a nightmare. That she was being chased, not by Jigual, but by Imperial TIE Fighters. Her anger rose for Jigual, hoping he was in one of those fighters, but she knew he was too much of a coward to bargain with the Empire. Her droid beeped furiously as Crystaall woke from her stance and rushed into the turrets.
"So much for a subtle escape."
She started up the turrets and began to unload a massive burst of laser fire at the TIE Fighters, with them retaliating in full as she dropped in and out of each turret, firing in short bursts and taking them out one by one. The explosions weren't pretty but she felt satisfied, unleashing her anger upon fools who would chase her down. They would feel her untamed wrath.
12/13/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 4
His armor was grey, like Vex's, but his head was covered by his helmet and she never even seen him without it. She knew Vex was an ally to the Black Sun, but why where they here? And why now... why in the middle of an Imperial invasion would Jigual need their attention? His counterparts wore pure black armor, and all of their helmets were equipped with black tinted visors, making it impossible to see their faces. Jigual stepped forward and nodded to Vex and proceeded to look at Crystaall, with Vex moving in front of her, blocking the man's view.
"Get in the Hawke."
"But I-"
"Crystaall Sekera, get in that ship right now!"
Vex rarely used her middle name, and he only ever did when he was completely serious. Crystaall guessed that this was one of those times. She silently walked toward the ship's ramp, with R4 following silently, except for his many gears. The moment they got inside, Crystaall laid down on the top of the ramp and looked at R4.
"Hey, get the ship started. We need to be ready for a quick escape.
Vex stood there with his hands on his hips as he saw one of the soldiers fix his hand, still holding onto his rifle. This was a classic stand-down that Vex and Jigual had regularly. They each had different views on hunting people, on doing a job worth money and respect and on personality in general. They purely hated each other. Vex always doing the right thing, making sure his team got out alive, allowing mistakes here and there as long as the mission was not in jeopardy and always prayed for his target before he took the shot. He wasn't religious, but he preferred to give his contracts the respect they deserved, evil or good.
Jigual was another story. He was violent reckless and would kill you in a heartbeat if you jeopardized anything in the mission. He was a loaded cannon fixated on perfection. He never gave any respect, even to the other leaders of the Black Sun and always blew up the targets with explosions after the mission was complete. There was no remorse from this man. And remorse would never be received lightly either.
"Why haven't you left?"
"I had to get her."
"So you have told her why I am after her."
"I will never let you lay a single hand on her, you or your cronies. And if I die for her, she will become stronger than you ever hope to be."
"You speak of her as if she is a legend. Hell, you speak of her like she's a legendary Jedi! A hero of war!"
Jigual chuckled to himself and quickly un holstered his pistol, placing it against Vex's visor.
"But she never will be a hero. She will only be a naive child, and a hunter of pure luck."
Jigual pulled the trigger and the body fell flat on the concrete floor of the hangar. Vex fell almost in slow motion as he took a final look at his ship, seeing Crystaall's fear rise slowly through her face. He mouthed his mouth, but spoke no words and he could finally feel himself slip from this beautiful universe.
"Go..."
"Get in the Hawke."
"But I-"
"Crystaall Sekera, get in that ship right now!"
Vex rarely used her middle name, and he only ever did when he was completely serious. Crystaall guessed that this was one of those times. She silently walked toward the ship's ramp, with R4 following silently, except for his many gears. The moment they got inside, Crystaall laid down on the top of the ramp and looked at R4.
"Hey, get the ship started. We need to be ready for a quick escape.
Vex stood there with his hands on his hips as he saw one of the soldiers fix his hand, still holding onto his rifle. This was a classic stand-down that Vex and Jigual had regularly. They each had different views on hunting people, on doing a job worth money and respect and on personality in general. They purely hated each other. Vex always doing the right thing, making sure his team got out alive, allowing mistakes here and there as long as the mission was not in jeopardy and always prayed for his target before he took the shot. He wasn't religious, but he preferred to give his contracts the respect they deserved, evil or good.
Jigual was another story. He was violent reckless and would kill you in a heartbeat if you jeopardized anything in the mission. He was a loaded cannon fixated on perfection. He never gave any respect, even to the other leaders of the Black Sun and always blew up the targets with explosions after the mission was complete. There was no remorse from this man. And remorse would never be received lightly either.
"Why haven't you left?"
"I had to get her."
"So you have told her why I am after her."
"I will never let you lay a single hand on her, you or your cronies. And if I die for her, she will become stronger than you ever hope to be."
"You speak of her as if she is a legend. Hell, you speak of her like she's a legendary Jedi! A hero of war!"
Jigual chuckled to himself and quickly un holstered his pistol, placing it against Vex's visor.
"But she never will be a hero. She will only be a naive child, and a hunter of pure luck."
Jigual pulled the trigger and the body fell flat on the concrete floor of the hangar. Vex fell almost in slow motion as he took a final look at his ship, seeing Crystaall's fear rise slowly through her face. He mouthed his mouth, but spoke no words and he could finally feel himself slip from this beautiful universe.
"Go..."
12/11/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 3
"Tell your droid to meet us at my ship. I'll transmit the coordinates."
Crystaall nodded as she quickly sent her droid the message and meeting location. It wasn't truly important enough for her to speak aloud so she sent it through a relay system on the astromech's personal communicator. She knew he got it once it responded in protest of how close he already was to their location and that the Underworld hangar they used was under Imperial jurisdiction. She shook her head and looked at Vex as the gunfire stopped. They turned to look at the street they came from and saw two troopers walking down, checking the alleyways. One of them of course spotted them and began shouting, and firing from the hip.
"They're over here!"
Blaster fire flew past them both as Crystaall pushed Vex back, and let her armor take most of the hits as she pulled out one of her pistols, shooting with her left hand from mid-chest up with three pulls of the trigger. The soldier fell, but others started backing up the other trooper. They looked at each other as they could here whispers of flanking maneuvers. They nodded at each other, turning around and running down the alleyway they looked down moments before. It was dirty, full of rotten food, junk and paper. It wasn't pretty but it seemed to go a long way. They would either succeed in their attempt of escape or go out with a few hundred dead stormtroopers. They began running, evading obstacles, vaulting over scattered furniture and Crystaall sighed as Vex jumped up onto a ladder and started jumping from roofs, keeping in Crystaall's sight as she occasionally serpentined the compact alley, occasionally jumping onto a wall and running across the surface as blaster fire grazed her armor and hit the walls and structures around her. Vex could no longer take the open sky with less pressure than what Crystaall had been going through as he dropped down and kept in front of her as they cut through many other alleys, light on their feet and quick to burst through an open house, jumping out a window into the street and bursting open the private hangar doors. The numbers began to rise in her head as she counted the numbers of bounty hunters fighting off the Empire's lackeys.two, three, ten, four-teen, twenty-six. They were all fighting for Vex, or fighting for their property.... either way they were buying time as Vex opened up his hangar, revealing a YT-1300, coated in black paint and the words 'Dragon Hawke' written in a blood red. Crystaall only grinned at the ship. Not even a few moments after, R4 shot past them, racing up the ramp with wild squeals. This caused both Vex and Crystaall to pull out their pistols, turning their feet in a 180 degree turn, facing off several stormtroopers that had chased the droid to the hangar.
"I hate your droid."
"You get used to him."
With those words, Crystaall began firing both her DC-17 pistols as Vex fired his personal blaster pistol, the DL-44, in rapid succession. Taking out the troops without much trouble Crystaall relaxed her shoulders as Vex patted her on the back with his left hand.
"Good job kid."
"I try."
The blaster fire was distinct and distant but heavy footsteps were closer then she liked as she saw them. It was the last remnant of the Black Sun pirates that took refuge in the Underworld of Coruscant. They had no leader, but the man they nominated as leader was named Jigaul.
Crystaall nodded as she quickly sent her droid the message and meeting location. It wasn't truly important enough for her to speak aloud so she sent it through a relay system on the astromech's personal communicator. She knew he got it once it responded in protest of how close he already was to their location and that the Underworld hangar they used was under Imperial jurisdiction. She shook her head and looked at Vex as the gunfire stopped. They turned to look at the street they came from and saw two troopers walking down, checking the alleyways. One of them of course spotted them and began shouting, and firing from the hip.
"They're over here!"
Blaster fire flew past them both as Crystaall pushed Vex back, and let her armor take most of the hits as she pulled out one of her pistols, shooting with her left hand from mid-chest up with three pulls of the trigger. The soldier fell, but others started backing up the other trooper. They looked at each other as they could here whispers of flanking maneuvers. They nodded at each other, turning around and running down the alleyway they looked down moments before. It was dirty, full of rotten food, junk and paper. It wasn't pretty but it seemed to go a long way. They would either succeed in their attempt of escape or go out with a few hundred dead stormtroopers. They began running, evading obstacles, vaulting over scattered furniture and Crystaall sighed as Vex jumped up onto a ladder and started jumping from roofs, keeping in Crystaall's sight as she occasionally serpentined the compact alley, occasionally jumping onto a wall and running across the surface as blaster fire grazed her armor and hit the walls and structures around her. Vex could no longer take the open sky with less pressure than what Crystaall had been going through as he dropped down and kept in front of her as they cut through many other alleys, light on their feet and quick to burst through an open house, jumping out a window into the street and bursting open the private hangar doors. The numbers began to rise in her head as she counted the numbers of bounty hunters fighting off the Empire's lackeys.two, three, ten, four-teen, twenty-six. They were all fighting for Vex, or fighting for their property.... either way they were buying time as Vex opened up his hangar, revealing a YT-1300, coated in black paint and the words 'Dragon Hawke' written in a blood red. Crystaall only grinned at the ship. Not even a few moments after, R4 shot past them, racing up the ramp with wild squeals. This caused both Vex and Crystaall to pull out their pistols, turning their feet in a 180 degree turn, facing off several stormtroopers that had chased the droid to the hangar.
"I hate your droid."
"You get used to him."
With those words, Crystaall began firing both her DC-17 pistols as Vex fired his personal blaster pistol, the DL-44, in rapid succession. Taking out the troops without much trouble Crystaall relaxed her shoulders as Vex patted her on the back with his left hand.
"Good job kid."
"I try."
The blaster fire was distinct and distant but heavy footsteps were closer then she liked as she saw them. It was the last remnant of the Black Sun pirates that took refuge in the Underworld of Coruscant. They had no leader, but the man they nominated as leader was named Jigaul.
12/10/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 2
It was quick and immediate. They both anticipated the other and each was ready to pull the trigger. Crystaall had anticipated the destruction of her door. She whipped around, grabbing one of her spare pistols on her desk, spinning to face the door with a trigger in the attacker's face. The door exploded with a massive boot, destroying the flimsy door in two and revealing a man in glistening silver armor with his own pistol in Crystaall's face. They stared at each other in silence. His black, fuaxhawk and 5 o'clock shadow and a wicked smile underneath his eyes that hidden behind a miniature visor connected to both of his ears to hold it up. She could stare through his emerald eyes forever, and he could do the same with the fire that burned through her own blue eyes. Almost synchronized... they put the weapons down and she quietly grabbed her helmet.. placing it on her head. She then took her utility belt and clipped it around her waist, dropping her spare pistol and patting the holsters that rested on her thighs.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm rescuing you."
"News flash: 14-year-old girl rescues herself everyday."
"You're very funny Crys. But your humor isn't needed. I'm serious about this."
"As am I. I can handle myself."
In response, her droid chirped up, backing its masters words with confidence. The small astromech giving repeated beeps and other noises in quick succession.
"R4, calm down. You're not helping any of us with such language and threats."
The astromech complied and faced toward the ground, now disappointed in itself.
"Vex, what is this about?"
"The Empire is raiding the Underworld. Its a massacre and only a few bounty hunters are actually defending the civilians. I'm here to take you off planet."
"Why? I can fight. I can help the civies. I can-"
"You're too important to lose to a stray blaster shot."
"Aww.. do you have a crush on me, Vex?"
Blushing, Vex put his free hand behind his head. He couldn't say no to the beautiful young girl.. but his duty was more important.
"Please, follow me off this planet. I can take you to a better place, a better life."
"Can we grab a drink first?"
"We shouldn't go down there. You of all people don't belong over there."
"Then stop me."
With that Crystaall pushed Vex out of the way, quickly turning the corner and steadily putting one foot in front of the other as she went down the steps. Crystaall continued to walk out of the house and began walking back to her favorite diner. With Vex following her. It only took a few moments until she heard the fire and screams, making her small pace quicken, and as she got closer she began to run until she turned the corner to see the horror. The diner was destroyed and fire was everywhere. Overwhelmed, Crystaall fell to her knees in tears, visor reflecting the flames and hiding the tears that fell from her gentle eyes. This was no dream. She knew that, but she wanted it to not be real. She couldn't take the pain, and it was too sudden. The man that had treated her as his own child, was gone, as far as she was concerned. Immediately she rose up to her feet and raised her left arm, firing the recently attached wrist rocket, she put on moments before she saw the fire, at the already destroyed diner. And the anger stage was over. The last thing she could see before everything broke lose was the bag she left there. The one with the wookie head inside. That's when they attacked. In mere seconds a group of gleaming white armored soldiers stepped out from nowhere and began to fire recklessly at the two as Vex tried to comfort Crystaall.
"We've got to go! Crystaall, we have to move now!"
With those words, Vex pulled her along to the wall of a small building quickly looking for a way to escape. He saw the alleyway and motioned his head over and Crystaall followed his eyes as she tried to clean up her tears, placing her helmet back on her head.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm rescuing you."
"News flash: 14-year-old girl rescues herself everyday."
"You're very funny Crys. But your humor isn't needed. I'm serious about this."
"As am I. I can handle myself."
In response, her droid chirped up, backing its masters words with confidence. The small astromech giving repeated beeps and other noises in quick succession.
"R4, calm down. You're not helping any of us with such language and threats."
The astromech complied and faced toward the ground, now disappointed in itself.
"Vex, what is this about?"
"The Empire is raiding the Underworld. Its a massacre and only a few bounty hunters are actually defending the civilians. I'm here to take you off planet."
"Why? I can fight. I can help the civies. I can-"
"You're too important to lose to a stray blaster shot."
"Aww.. do you have a crush on me, Vex?"
Blushing, Vex put his free hand behind his head. He couldn't say no to the beautiful young girl.. but his duty was more important.
"Please, follow me off this planet. I can take you to a better place, a better life."
"Can we grab a drink first?"
"We shouldn't go down there. You of all people don't belong over there."
"Then stop me."
With that Crystaall pushed Vex out of the way, quickly turning the corner and steadily putting one foot in front of the other as she went down the steps. Crystaall continued to walk out of the house and began walking back to her favorite diner. With Vex following her. It only took a few moments until she heard the fire and screams, making her small pace quicken, and as she got closer she began to run until she turned the corner to see the horror. The diner was destroyed and fire was everywhere. Overwhelmed, Crystaall fell to her knees in tears, visor reflecting the flames and hiding the tears that fell from her gentle eyes. This was no dream. She knew that, but she wanted it to not be real. She couldn't take the pain, and it was too sudden. The man that had treated her as his own child, was gone, as far as she was concerned. Immediately she rose up to her feet and raised her left arm, firing the recently attached wrist rocket, she put on moments before she saw the fire, at the already destroyed diner. And the anger stage was over. The last thing she could see before everything broke lose was the bag she left there. The one with the wookie head inside. That's when they attacked. In mere seconds a group of gleaming white armored soldiers stepped out from nowhere and began to fire recklessly at the two as Vex tried to comfort Crystaall.
"We've got to go! Crystaall, we have to move now!"
With those words, Vex pulled her along to the wall of a small building quickly looking for a way to escape. He saw the alleyway and motioned his head over and Crystaall followed his eyes as she tried to clean up her tears, placing her helmet back on her head.
12/9/13
Chapter 2: No Requiem Pt 1
Screams echoed around as fire and smoke lit the night sky with sounds of blaster fire and lightsabers being ignited. The only thing she could only focus on was her own coughs.
The screaming got even louder, and soon the shots of blaster fire were about ear range. Fire was crackling in the air, consuming everything its masters told it to. Smoke came from everywhere and began invading the vents and small ducts. The sounds of lightsabers soon grew faint and then all she could hear were words over comlinks hidden by the cracks of fire and laughs. The 5 year old girl coughed excessively as she crawled through the ducts, trying to find a way out. Everything was a blur to her. The clone troopers firing on Jedi, and then Master Skywalker attacking her friends. Everyone was slaughtered and if not for the stone structure, the Temple would surely collapse in a few days. The only thoughts that raced through her mind was the last decision she could clearly make: escape. She witnessed it all, and he was chasing her. The man well-known by all had struck the line of good, igniting his inner flames and doing that which he never would. She couldn't leave her master, but someone... something was telling her to keep going. It was almost like a faint voice that guided her... a voice she would never know who it belonged to. The smoke had begun to enter her lungs.. and her coughing rose. She wondered if she could honestly escape this hell alive, or if this was just a dream, a nightmare her childish mind could easily fret about with the dangers and threats other people possessed. She soon saw fire rise up on the other end and she tried her hardest to crawl backwards. And then she fell, slipping through a grate into the black of night, seeing the many lights that hovered above her with the many apartments and ads for products she never understood. All she knew was that no one could save her as she continued to fall. She would never see tomorrow.
Gasping and reaching for air, Crystaall's eyes shot open, wide and hoping to see its fellow hand in front of its face. She continued to pant as she slapped her hand down on her blanket. The panting slowed down as she grabbed her throat to make sure she was alright. Nothing was wrong. Just a bad dream. And everything clicked back into play. She knew where she was, what had happened yesterday and how she got home. Everything was fine. And yet there was something wrong. There wer no sounds of children playing in the streets or the lone musician standing on the side of the street, playing for some quick credits. She could hear no one but the small chirps from her droid companion as he looked at her with confusion as if he too, was confused by such silence. At least she killed her annoying neighbor downstairs. His ongoing dream streak would never cease to end. She hoped she never went out like that as she slowly climbed out of her bed. Crystaall activated the armor, allowing itself to form every join in her body. Once the system was fully done with its many churning gears, she grabbed her helmet and placed it on her head. Then came the strong fast footsteps that ran up her stairs. And it started with the destruction of her apartment's door.
The screaming got even louder, and soon the shots of blaster fire were about ear range. Fire was crackling in the air, consuming everything its masters told it to. Smoke came from everywhere and began invading the vents and small ducts. The sounds of lightsabers soon grew faint and then all she could hear were words over comlinks hidden by the cracks of fire and laughs. The 5 year old girl coughed excessively as she crawled through the ducts, trying to find a way out. Everything was a blur to her. The clone troopers firing on Jedi, and then Master Skywalker attacking her friends. Everyone was slaughtered and if not for the stone structure, the Temple would surely collapse in a few days. The only thoughts that raced through her mind was the last decision she could clearly make: escape. She witnessed it all, and he was chasing her. The man well-known by all had struck the line of good, igniting his inner flames and doing that which he never would. She couldn't leave her master, but someone... something was telling her to keep going. It was almost like a faint voice that guided her... a voice she would never know who it belonged to. The smoke had begun to enter her lungs.. and her coughing rose. She wondered if she could honestly escape this hell alive, or if this was just a dream, a nightmare her childish mind could easily fret about with the dangers and threats other people possessed. She soon saw fire rise up on the other end and she tried her hardest to crawl backwards. And then she fell, slipping through a grate into the black of night, seeing the many lights that hovered above her with the many apartments and ads for products she never understood. All she knew was that no one could save her as she continued to fall. She would never see tomorrow.
Gasping and reaching for air, Crystaall's eyes shot open, wide and hoping to see its fellow hand in front of its face. She continued to pant as she slapped her hand down on her blanket. The panting slowed down as she grabbed her throat to make sure she was alright. Nothing was wrong. Just a bad dream. And everything clicked back into play. She knew where she was, what had happened yesterday and how she got home. Everything was fine. And yet there was something wrong. There wer no sounds of children playing in the streets or the lone musician standing on the side of the street, playing for some quick credits. She could hear no one but the small chirps from her droid companion as he looked at her with confusion as if he too, was confused by such silence. At least she killed her annoying neighbor downstairs. His ongoing dream streak would never cease to end. She hoped she never went out like that as she slowly climbed out of her bed. Crystaall activated the armor, allowing itself to form every join in her body. Once the system was fully done with its many churning gears, she grabbed her helmet and placed it on her head. Then came the strong fast footsteps that ran up her stairs. And it started with the destruction of her apartment's door.
Chapter 1: Wrong Orders pt 4
She took a step back... closing the door with a soft push and scanned her room in pitch black. She turned on the white light that flickered here and there as she put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at the purple R4 astromech droid that stood in the corner. She chuckled as she tore off the necklace and stretched her arms upwards as she revealed her small, but tender form. She had the curves of a female in her mid twenties, including her breasts, but she never tried to show off her body. She was young and reckless in a galaxy of crime and the corrupt Empire. The droid was clicked on as she fixed the black tank-top she wore and stretched her legs, which wore white tights that glowed with the light in the room. The droid beeped several times to get her attention, but she refused to respond until she finished stretching. She went from push-ups to curl-ups and doing a flip onto her bed. The droid began to beep multiple times once more as Crystaall sighed and looked at the droid like she was annoyed.
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, geez R4.... your not my mother."
The droid beeped in a more high pitched tone than before.
"I understand your a thoughtful buddy, but I'm a four-teen year-old girl who can take the head off random bystanders and not be commited for the crime. I won't end up in bed with a drunk rodian, if that's what you're concerned about. And if I did, he'd have to be my best friend."
R4 beeped in disgust and Crystaall sighed as her tenant below began banging on her floor screaming in a voice she couldn't tell. She rolled off her bed and took one of her pistols off her fallen utility belt which clipped off the armor once it folded, retrieving a pistol. She checked its supply and fired off three shots the the location of the banging, the shots penetrating the floor and going down below. There was only a thud in the silence that occured and the girl threw the weapon onto her desk.
"R4, there any more bounties to run after."
The droid beeped quietly and Crystaall only nodded her head slowly.
"I suppose now is the time to rest."
She quickly climbed into her over-sized bed, snuggling herself under her blankets with her head resting on her many soft pillows. Perhaps the dreams would ease her mind.
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, geez R4.... your not my mother."
The droid beeped in a more high pitched tone than before.
"I understand your a thoughtful buddy, but I'm a four-teen year-old girl who can take the head off random bystanders and not be commited for the crime. I won't end up in bed with a drunk rodian, if that's what you're concerned about. And if I did, he'd have to be my best friend."
R4 beeped in disgust and Crystaall sighed as her tenant below began banging on her floor screaming in a voice she couldn't tell. She rolled off her bed and took one of her pistols off her fallen utility belt which clipped off the armor once it folded, retrieving a pistol. She checked its supply and fired off three shots the the location of the banging, the shots penetrating the floor and going down below. There was only a thud in the silence that occured and the girl threw the weapon onto her desk.
"R4, there any more bounties to run after."
The droid beeped quietly and Crystaall only nodded her head slowly.
"I suppose now is the time to rest."
She quickly climbed into her over-sized bed, snuggling herself under her blankets with her head resting on her many soft pillows. Perhaps the dreams would ease her mind.
12/4/13
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.
"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.
12/2/13
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.
"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.
11/26/13
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."
"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."
11/23/13
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.
1/8/13
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,
Superman/ Dominik .S
Your Star Wars fan writer,
Superman/ Dominik .S
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