Chapter 5: A Life Not Meant To Be Pt 3

She felt demoralized. A feeling she had never felt before, nor was the loss of Vex. Sadness, regret and guilt. But from those feelings arose anger, hatred and revenge. These feelings were something she had never heard of, except for anger. She had never hated someone, and she had never heard of revenge. But these feelings clouded her mind, and were soon to arise from her phase of sadness. But these feelings were more intense than any of the others she knew, not because of their names, or the unlimited strength she could gain from them, but something was hyping them up. Making them stronger than they should be. Crystaall activated her armor while the two imbeciles in front of her just stared at her, as if frozen in ice. The armor started to fold around her neck, and then began to stretch out around her arms, overlapping her chest and then circling around her legs. There were many clicks and ticks that bounced off the walls of the silent room. Crystaall only stared at Grey-Kast and nodded to him.

"I'll be going."

"Wait- Why?"

"I can't let anyone else get hurt."

"Just stay here so you can recover from this.. change."

"Why would I stay in a place I no longer belong in?"

"Aren't you tired? You fought off a man with a lightsaber and got your arms taken away. You appear out of nowhere with blood on whatever you were wearing. You didn't look like yourself. Can't you take a moment to sit back and reflect?"

"I already have, and how do you expect me to rest when everything I know is a lie?"

"Not everything is a lie. You are still here, you still are Crystaall, and Vex still is your best friend. If you go out searching for the place you belong in, you will never find it."

"Why the hell do you give a damn what I am searching for? Hell, why do you care what I am doing? You are not my guardian, nor are you my parent. And I never would work well with a lowlife smuggler."

"You egotistical brat!"

Chaper 5: A Life Not Meant To Be Pt 2

"Unfortunately we can't do that ma'am."

 "And why not?!"

"We don't have the technology."

The doctor was doing his best to explain, but it was obvious he was losing control over the situation. Crystaall's anger was rising, and it began to rise more as she began to believe the doctor was only attempting to stall her and that she still wanted to have her weapons in hand and possibly take the doctor's life a few moments later. Grey-Kast noticed this and walked up to Crystaall again, but this time he only took a few steps forward, afraid of being hit again.

 "Crystaall.. that thing inside you.... its too advanced for local doctors and if anyone has that kind of tech, its probably the Empire. Even a small faction like the Alliance doesn't have that tech."

Crystaall stared at Grey-Kast and sighed a moment after, realizing her anger at them was only futile. It has gotten her into too much trouble already and she already managed to endanger Grey-Kast's life.

 "Ma'am, that device inside you will feed on your anger, and if it feeds for too long... it can render control over your mind."

 "What, so it will act like a possession? Will it gain my knowledge and my memories?"

"Its not likely, but it can access your basic DNA such as your name, your fighting and your personality. It could mimic you, but the rage it feeds upon will make it unstable, so it should not even be able to have a chance to copy you."

 "That's... good."

 Crystaall slowly began to make her way off the bed, but she expected both of them to stop her. She wanted to be angry, to use her rage to attack them. It would be pointless, for if she unleashed her rage, it might kill them. This, A.I, might kill them. She didn't want the death of innocents spread across her chest, labeling her as a murderer. Her bounty hunting days were those against the immoral with Vex and eliminating mandolorian rebels, but she swore to never kill an unarmed man. An unarmed man who had the intention to rat out the weak and defeat the poor with the flick of his finger, was another story. Now all she could do was sulk. Sulk in the memory of Vex and sulk in the knowledge of having a power hungry robot planted within her head. She was surprised that she even managed to touch the floor once more, with neither Kast or the doctor stopping her.

Chapter 5: A Life Not Meant To Be Pt 1

Grey-Kast tried to walk over to her, to place his four-fingered hand upon her should, but Crystaall kicked his arm once he tried. He groaned in pain and held his arm as he looked at Crystaall in anger.

"Calm down, Kid! There are more important things you need to worry about than you damn possessions."

"Don't you dare disrespect my weapons! They label who I am!."

"Nothing labels you other than your own actions! Now calm the kriff down!"

She slumped back against the wall, ignoring the pain it gave her as she crossed her arms below her chest, as if she held her breasts within her arms. She had fury in her face and a bottle of rage was close to  exploding within her mind. How could he treat her like a child when he never experienced what she's went through.

"Crys... you need to listen to this man."

"Why?"

"Because it concerns you completely."

"Then spit it out, doc."



"You hold within your brain, a device technicians like to refer to as an A.I, or Artificial Intelligence."

"I don't understand."

"You have a living computer in your brain."

"Then take it out... Right now!"

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 6

And then came back the bright light. Crystaall couldn't figure out why she was going from dark to light over and over again, and she didn't want to. On the other hand she couldn't figure out why she was thniking about this as the light slowly dimmed down. She took a moment to get her bearings and soon realized she was laying on another flat surface. It wasn't as cold as the hard metal she felt before, but it was still cold either way. A sheet was laid over her and when she turned her head to the right, which rested on a plush pillow, she could see an end table which her necklace laid upon its surface. Crystaall began to move, throwing the sheet off her, machines near her began to scream slightly with many rhythmic patterns and she eventually tore off the many tubes that were connected to her chest and stomach. She grabbed her necklace and quickly placed it around her neck, slightly shivering at the cold metal. She looked at herself only to notice that the clothes she wore was a ragged shirt and pants able to survive harsh conditions. It that had insulation within and a harsh outer layer, like that of military pants. She began to stand up, but when her bare feet touched the freezing tiles and the pressure of her legs began to rise, Crystaall nearly collapsed, barely holding herself up with her tight grip upon the small table. She could hear footsteps and was soon helped into the bed once more, but this time she was sat upright. She couldn't see the people who helped her until she rested her back against the wall and took a good look at the 'assistants'. One had the obvious look and outfit of a doctor, and he had has face almost hidden with a light green balaclava. He had white skin and his eyes were a deep blue, and she began to smile. But she didn't smile at the doctor, she smiled at the fact that her other helper was Grey-Kast, the strong-headed rodian that was Vex's friend, and perhaps he would be hers at another time. But after smiling at seeing him, she was soon struck with worry. All her weapons, all of her equipment was not here, she never found it when she awoke in that awful chamber and when she was walking across the desert sand she could not feel the weight against her hips of her trusty pistols.

"Where are they?"

"Crystaall what are you-"

"Where are my weapons, Grey-Kast!"

Anger began to rise in her voice. She could not defend herself without her weapons. She could not exact revenge upon Jigual without her weapons. She could not defend R4 or Vex's ship without her weapons. Without her weapons, without those valued pistols that made her who she was, she should just as well sulk in misery, for those deadly weapons was all she had left, to call herself a hunter.

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 5

Dust and sand was all she could see. The barren wasteland was empty and all she could do was stumble. Crystaall couldn't even remember what happened or how she got here. She just remembered the handle and her other self. It chanted 'No one survives.' like it was the protector, but there was no way she would be obligated to protect something like that, nor look like a ghost while doing so. She couldn't imagine what could cause that kind of transformation and she didn't care to think about it any longer. All she could do was continue walking. To where? She didn't know, but she assumed that walking this way would be better than turning around and losing all the time she spent in this one direction. Her clothes were ragged and her necklace left a cold chill across the back of her neck. To her it was almost refreshing with the hot suns of Tatooine bearing down on her. She was also wearing a ragged black robe that was tattered as if she had been engaged in a climactic sword duel. She tried to think back to before the fight she had. She was confident and sure of herself, but the man had too many tricks and had a lightsaber. He cut of her arms just to capture her. Maybe he believed her to be a threat if she had her strength to fight back. And yet he gave her new ones. Stronger ones. Arms with the possibility to hammer through metal with a quick number of blows. But something was missing. It soon clicked in her head and Crystaall nearly fell into the hard sand at the thought. Grey-Kast. What happened to Grey-Kast? She stumbled again as tears nearly formed in her eyes at the thought of his possible demise. Could she have caused another death with her innocence? With her loss of memory?  With the fact that her past was never explained, never given to her? This couldn't be her fault. It was all of Vex's fault....... Vex, the man who she knew would always be her friend, who would protect her until death came knocking. Even with his lies, he protected her as anyone would to protect a loved one. It was possible he knew she didn't fit in royalty. Crystaall knew that she would never be able to stomach that kind of leadership, not now at least. Or was she just a priceless item in the destiny of another, with Vex as the loyal pawn? She couldn't imagine Vex being a pawn, listening with blatant disregard of his own feelings, of his own opinions. These thoughts held so much weight upon her mind that she began to slow her pace. She stopped walking and soon just fell to her knees with tears. The memmories of her best friend would be just that, now with no one for her to speak to. Maybe it was just the bad part of herself speaking to her that said that she needed to die, here in this sand.

"Are you so blind, that you think for yourself only? Move forward little one. Your destiny is yet to begin."

And there it was, the mysterious voice that spoke to her only a day or so ago. Perhaps this voice was her conscious, or her heavenly protector. She chuckled at this thought. She never believed in such religious foolishness. All she knew was how to pull the trigger. Crystaall could hear a loud noise of a motor rushing nearby, perhaps it was a speeder or maybe a small land-speeder? She wouldn't be able to tell, as the light soon faded from her eyes and she let the darkness take her, with the hopes of no more crazy dreams.

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 4

Another dream, and possibly another nightmare. The light was blinding, and Crystaall had to raise her arm to help her eyes. The light faded after she rose her arm. As the light faded, she could see the massive room she was in. There was a pedestal in the center of this large room. Somehow this room wasn't like the rooms she entered everyday, it wasn't shaped to perfection and straight. It was all just rock. Eroded rock that seemed to have been carved out by man, or something similar. Looking back at the pedestal, Crystaall could see a yellow glow around a small object. The handle of a lightsaber hovered above the stone pedestal. She couldn't understand how it was hovering, but she knew that it was important. She tried to get up from the ground, having been laying upon her chest the whole time, but the moment she tried to move, something pulled her back. Crystaall turned to look behind her, and what she saw was fightening. It was Vex that was holding her down. But it wasn't just him, there were others that looked just like him. They were holding onto each other like they were a human chain link and she was the lead. Except they refused to let her move. She wouldn't have it. Vex would not hold her back from this, whatever it was. She began to dig her nails into the ground, dragging herself forward as she tried her best to reach the pedestal. Everytime she inched herself forward, and everytime a certain noise got louder in her ear. It was the scream of a girl, but she could recognize it as her own. But she wasn't screaming, she wasn't in pain. And yet it got louder and louder as she made her way to the stone object. It soon boomed and echoed within her ears as she reached the object and tried to grab onto the side of the pedestal. She slowly pulled herself up and turned to kick the Vex that held onto her ankles. He wasn't there, none of them were. All she could see was a shadow of her friend.

"No. Darkness awaits those too blind to see the light. One. Those who weild the sword of legend are forever dead. Survives."

Crystaall ignored Vex's warnings and pulled herself up. Her body still felt heavy, as if the weight of millions were trying to push her down to the ground. She couldn't stand the mystery anymore, and whatever was stopping her would soon dissolve. She quickly grabbed the handle from the pedestal and smiled, yet the yellow glow still remained around the object. She turned to face Vex for one last time, thinking the dream would end very soon. But he wasn't there. What she saw instead was herself in torn up robes with white hair pale skin and black eyes.

"You must realize that you can never win, dear child."




She opened her eyes once more, and all she could see was dust and sand.

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 3

The fear, the anger, and the uncetainty of where she was struck Crystaall at her core as she struggled, looking about to see multiple doctors. There was an increasing amount of pain that had placed itself in the back of her head and as quick as she could feel it, the pain slowly dissipated and she could no longer tell if it was truly there. But she couldn't care any less, and she began to struggle more, this time with her anger rising. These men had done something to her. They may have been nice enough to give her new arms, but she would not stand for experiments that could put her life in jeopardy. Not when she had a death of a friend to avenge. The claps began to lossen, and then they broke in two. The doctors backed up to the far wall as Crystaall broke the claps under her right arm with pure strength, soon after doing the same with her left arm. She smiled at the strength of these mechanical beasts. They were stronger and more durable to the flesh that she could never truly perfect herself with. These arms of metal would prove to be something she would never be able to live without, and she knew they would themselves useful. But as soon as she broke free, a black cloud entered her vision, forcing her to fall into a deep sleep with a small cackle that she heard within her head.

"Sir, she has woken up. What should we do?"

Silence, that is all that echoed in the small room along with the small vibration of his voice that bounced back into his face.

"Sir?"

And finally he turned to his side to see the door blockaded with many objects and his commander no longer standing beside him.

"Sithspit."

A few seconds afterwards, the man could hear the sound of a shuttle flying overhead of the station and the loud engine bursting into the sky, leaving the man and his fellow associates to the doom he expected to take his life. He slowly turned back to look through the oneway window to see the fightening face he could only see once. The girl was standing there with a full grin and peering eyes, completely focused on him. He tried to see out of the corner of his eye what had become of his companions, to only see a pile of bodies. And he shuddered at the sight and backed up into one of the several consoles along the wall. The opposite room's light soon flickered off and on. She was no longer there. Not a moment later his room's light shut off abruptly. It turned back on and as he opened his eyes, he could no longer see the burning eyes of a determined girl, but the black hole of death he would soon embrace as he welt a cold knife held against his neck.

"Only one shall tell the tale, but unfortunately..... he left."

The grin became wider as the man saw the massive whole within the window he previously stared through. When did it break?

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 2

He began to stare at the window once more, but this time he seemed more focused on everything but the girl, He calmly raised his hand in a fist and knocked on the window once he approved of all the tools the doctors had received.

"You may begin the second operation."

It didn't take long for them to get into place and begin working. Al they had to do was open up the skin that covered her skull and place the AI inside. Not a difficult feat, but it was reasuring for the doctors that the girl was clamped in, with no room to escape.



It was different this time. The dream was different. Was it different? She couldn't tell. Crystaall knew she had to keep moving toward the light. The dark shadow was chasing her. This shadow was a figure she could easily recognize, for it was her own. She was cloaked in black cloth and the only thing she could see when she looked back, was the red eyes that shone through the darkness. She kept running to the light, but she couldn't reach it. Everytime she got close, it moved farther away. It was almost like a ball of light that was trying to guide her, but she couldn't believe that. Then came the pain. The pain that made her collapse to her knees. The brutal pain that made her grasp her head and attempt to pull her hair out. She tried to scream but her mouth would not move and she could only curse herself in her head as she tried to stand and failed. This pain was new, and the shadow figure of herself began to loom over her like the evils that corrupt her galaxy, her universe. It soon knelt down and stared into her own feiry eyes and it smiled a big red grin.

"Don't worry about the pain, little Crystaall. You will learn to accept me as nothing but your purest form of wrath."

Crystaall tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, the shadow turned to dust and flew inside. The ball of light got closer and closer with every second, until she was blinded by the orb.  The pain stopped, but the light remained. She then began to feel the cold metal over her arms and her ankles. But something was wrong, Her arms didn't feel like her arms, instead... they felt like a machine.

Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence

Crystaall lay on an operation table, unconscious as several doctors hovered over her, looking at the 15 year old girl who now wore a medical gown to cover her bare skin. It was almost pale under the bright lights. There were very few pieces of equipment the doctors had in their possession though. All one could see was a scalpal and a small clear box that held a small mirco chip inside. However, on the opposite side of the bright room, stood the cloaked man and another doctor by his side. They stared through the one way mirror, and it was pretty obvious that half of the operation had already been conducted. The new robotic arms were already in place, with each nerve linked up. The man's hands were clapsed behind his back as continued to stare through the window with silence. The doctor stared, equally, between the girl and his superior until he could no longer stand the question.

"Sir?"

"What is bothering you?"

"I was wondering if you two are-"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"It is a family secret my good doctor."

The doctor chuckled and soon spoke under his breath.

"Some family."

The man soon grabbed the docotr by the throat and lift him by his neck, keeping him suspended in air with all his strength.

"You ever mock my family, escpecially her.... you will be breathing through tubes."

He dropped the doctor who collapsed to his feet, struggling to stand, even with the small drop.

"Yes sir."

Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 9

He struck quickly and without warning. One moment he was 5 feet away from her, and then he was behind her. She turned and was about to throw one of her knives at him, but something was missing. the blade was cleanly cut in half. She stared at it for a few moments and then threw it to the ground and immidiately threw the other knife at him. He cut that one in half as well and Crystaall stared as the two halves dropped to the ground.

"Now now, we can have anyone hurting that badly can we?"

"Don't tempt me you evil demon."

"Demon? No. Evil? Yes. Come test your mettle, kiddo."

"I am not your child."

He was tempting her. He was taunting her. And, unfortunately, it was working. She knew to stand back and fight, but her heart said 'strike, and never let up.' She knew her pistols would not work so she decided to run at the man. He deactivated his blade as he saw the girl heading straight for him. He side-stepped as she went for a shoulder charge at him. Crystaall failed quickly, falling into a roll and rising back to her feet, picking up small grains of sand and dust. She looked at the man and raised her right arm. She taunted him with two of her fingers moving back and forth. The man shrugged and charged the small girl and he was successful. She dodged, but she never anticipated the pain. Crystaall had side-stepped in the same motion just like the man, but instead, she had her arms raised up so she could throw the man into the ground. It was simplistic and wise, but with his weaponry, he easily countered. He had ignited his blade and it cut straight through her arms. He was right beneath her when Crystaall began to fall and managed to get out from underneath the falling girl with a second to spare as she hit the ground. The pain was excruciating. At least it was in her own mind. She couldn't even think over the large screams she produced. The pain was unexpected and she couldn't quit screaming, but then she could see a black circle, she tried to blink it away, but after doing so it engulfed her vision, blinding her and silencing her loud mouth. The man stood there at the three pieces. With one piece breathing. The other two were her complete arms, and the girl only had her shoulders left. The robed man sighed as he walked over to her, deactivating the crimson blade and picking her up.

"I told you it would be difficult, Crys."

Unfortunate Mistake

I want to let everyone know there will not be a part today. This is because I rushed out the last part and never looked it over. I feel as if I just threw it out at you guys with no care. There will be some minor changes, or major. We shall see, but please bear with me if I make a mistake like this again. It will be fixed if I feel it has to be.

Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 8

Her anger had taken control, and she was running on everything but fumes as she left the cantina with heavy steps, a representation of those oblivious that she meant business as she threw the door off the wall with her hand. Before the rodian could grab her arm to stop her, she rushed off with his left arm hanging in the air.

"Crystaall! Damn it!"

He pushed himself up and checked for his pistol as he quickly made his way through the cantina and out the open door. He knew he should have been more forward. But nothing could change her mind now. He began to exit the cantina, but he soon noticed that she was way farther than he expected. He started to head toward the spaceport with a small jog, but it soon turned into a full sprint as he noticed the destruction of small stores that were possibly not even in her way.


She was pissed. Why did he do that? Why would he not tell her a thing!? No hints, no messages, and not even a secret will for his death. Her anger began to deplete as she began to notice the sadness of her situation. She wished he was here, to comfort her, to tell her himself the whys and the whats. But he was gone.... taken from her by a man who hunted royalty. She made her way into the hangar she landed in and looked at the ship. The Dragon Hawke. Vex's prized vessel, and now it was hers. He would never had minded, and if she ever decided to work with him, he would have let her. She never did, when they separated, they separated for a long time, she did her own thing and he did his. But it was clear that he never left. He was always there.

"And why wouldn't he be? It was his honor to protect you. That is the least respect you should give him."

That voice. Once again that voice had taken her mind and sent her words that no one spoke. Why? Why did this voice torture her? Or was it trying to help? It was possible its mission is to guide her, almost like Vex would do, just like anyone she knew would do for her.

"Crystaall!!!"

"I see you're not alone."

Two people, but that second voice was different. It sounded harsh and full of violence, as if it was tortured and accepts its pain. She turned to the rodian and then turned to face the other voice. It was the black stormtrooper, but he had no helmet. Instead he wore a dark violet robe with weird symbols upon it. And he held something in his hand. Crystaall sighed as she hoped that the rodian wouldn't get himself involved.

"Rodian, leave here!"

"Its Grey-Kast!"

"Grey-Kast, leave now!"

It was very sudden. She wanted him to close the door, but he never did. It shut right as she felt the urge to do it for him. And the door shut in front of the rodian with no warning as Crystaall turned her attention back to the man in robed armor.

"I see you can use the Force again."

"I could never use the Force, you mistake me for another armored girl."

"I could never mistake someone like you."

The man took a few steps forward, and Crystaall could see the smirk on his face. He pressed a button on the small object and the blade shot out like a burst of flames, revealing the crimson blade of light, its red color shining through his robes and reflecting off his armor. She had only heard stories of these weapons, and she was almost reluctant to fight him. But Crystaall assumed she would have no other choice.

"We can do this easily or extremely difficult. That is your decision to make."

"I don't know you, nor do I care, but I always prefer a challenge."

With quick speed on her mind, Crystaall whiped out two hidden knives from one of her small utility pouches. She twirled them in her metal fingers as she placed one in each hand and stared at the man through her metal helmet. She could feel the dark pain this man had suffered, but she could also feel his pride and his greed. She could tell this was what drived him. She didn't know how she knew this, but she understood that everything would be told in its time. She focused on the man infront of her and sighed, twirling the knives once more.

"Well... I presume you know how to fight with that blade."

Chapter 3:Royal Protection Pt 7

Crystaall took a quick look behind her to see if someone was behind them or standing by her side, but there was no one. She slowly turned her attention back to the rodian and laid her arms upon the booth table.

"What the hell did you just call me?"

"M'lady. Its meant for use when addressing female royalty."

"I'm not royalty."

"Which do you think is the truth? The fact that Jigual felt he needed to eliminate you and Vex for the sole purpose of doing so, with the help of the Empire? Or the fact that Vex never told you of your true past? That he knew Jigual would hunt for you once your mother won the right to be called Queen?"

Crystaall's anger soon rose. She trusted that man with her life. He protected her every time they stood side-by-side and she did the same. She poured her emotions into that man while he sat back and listened like a father. Yet he told her nothing of her mother, her parents, or anything of her past life. There was no explanation for her gift of combat, for why she aged so slowly. Nothing.

"He told me everything! Why would he keep such a trivial secret from me? Could he not trust me with the truth? Pieces of truth I should have known about since he found me? There is no explanation he could make, nor you could make for why he did this! I won't forget this, but-"

"Perhaps it was a form of protection."

"Protection from what? A better life? Something that I could actually love?!"

"Keep your voice down, if the Emp-"

"Screw you! If he saw that keeping me from my family would protect me, then he probably has records of my family pleading for me to be returned.. And you can stay out of way, you alien!"

Crystaall grabbed her helmet, placing it back on her head to hide her flushing red cheeks and the pink spot on her forehead, resulting from her immense anger. She had left so much trust in that man, and he had given nothing back to her. Her heart was broken.

He stood there in the shadows, staring at the small freighter in front of him. His black hair and mask of fur covered around his lips and across his cheeks sat there, having taken a year to grow.The black YT-1300 was a beauty in in pristine condition, but its owner did not share the same fate. He closed his eyes and began to focus on the force, just like he had been taught. He could sense the rise of anger and frustration almost instantly, and it was heading this way. He smiled as he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and raised his hood over his head, concealing his identity with the mask of shadow. The dark violet robe had black inscriptions upon it of a code most would not understand, especially this 'girl' He wore it over his black strong armor, having gotten rid of the helmet earlier. He would sit there in the shadow s'till she came. And she was getting closer with every second.

"Perfect. The future will soon change, And I will be its guide."

Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 6

"Unfortunately, he never spoke of me. Vex is my best friend. And you're his 'prodigal child'"

 "I am no ones child then my dead parents."

 "So he never told you? That's not a surprise. Where is he anyway?"

 "Never told me what?"

 "If he never told you, I won't tell you. But I could persuade him if he'll be coming to visit."

 "He won't be coming at all."

 "What did he do? Ditch you on the side of the road? Throw you to the curb? Break your heart?"

 "No... He's...."

 "What is it? Where is my friend kid?"

 "He died."

The rodian leaned in with mild frustration on his face, with his hands slamming against the table. She could tell he wanted to know why without him having to ask. There was no backing out of this one.

"He died by the hands of a man named Jigual."

And then he relaxed, he sat back into the booth, clasping his hands together as he looked her dead in the face. This rodian had gone from bursting mad, to calm and centered. He had to know why, but it wasn't likely he would give her all the details. So she raised an eyebrow at him and it took the man a few moments to realize she was interested in his thoughts.

"That's not likely, but I did warn him about Jigual. Being a watchdog has its consequences."

"Watchdog? What the hell was he protecting that would force a Black Sun officer to shoot him dead in the face?"

"Protecting royalty, betraying the Black Sun and other things."

"Protecting royalty? He never said anything about that."

"You really want to know the truth? Are you so naive that you are willing to risk your very soul for the truth of something that can change you forever?"

"Yes, but I'm not naive, I'm just reckless."

The rodian chuckled at this and unclasped his hands, and then crossed his arms atop the long table.

"That sounds just like Vex, m'lady."

Chapter 3: Royal Protection Pt 5

"I'll pay for it when I buy my drink."

Crystaall flipped off the bartender and looked around the cantina. It had a few Imperials sitting in the far back, gossiping while troopers cleaned up a mess, looked to be a rodian smuggler. She sighed and noticed that the band continued their little song over and over, not that it wasn't bad. Everywhere else had most of the tables filled with species she didn't even reckognize, except for another rodian that sat in a booth on his own. His orange puffy vest was noticeable, even with his dark green skin. She began to walk in, stomping down the steps and making herself be heard. She walked over to the rodian and stared at him as he took a sip from the mug he was given.

"This seat taken?"

"Of all the empty seats, you chose to sit with me?"

"Figured I should pay my respects to the dead one by hanging around his brethren."

"Sit."

Crystaall eased herself into the booth seat opposite of him and proceeded to take off her helmet, until the rodian's voice began to run again. He was a bit more forward then even herself. She smiled under her helmet at this as he pointed with his left hand at her armor.

"Not many hunters where beskar that's been broken down to sheet metal and still proves a challenge against a blaster bolt."

"Not many hunters know who to talk to for these peices of armor."

"You mean, piece. That necklace is a damn miracle young girl, and the fact that an exile gave it to you is even more miraculous. Many get killed by exiles."

"Perhaps I am a miracle."

"Perhaps your so naive that you believe the galaxy owes you a favor, or just maybe you are its savior."

Crystaall sighed as she took off her helmet and finally breathed fresh air, even with its scent of booze, placing the helmet to her left. She brushed her hair back and stared back at the rodian as he took another sip from his mug.

"And who says you know my fate?"

"I don't. But I know you, kid. The heroic hunter of the Underworld. Crystaall."

"Do I know you?"

New Year, New Plan

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

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."

(: !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'

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.

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 .