Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 4

"You have nightmares? How come you didn't tell me back on Naboo?"

"I called them dreams. But before these dreams popped up, I  had nightmares about the Empire, Vex dieing and unspeakable horrors. There was even a Force-wielding version of me... but I looked sick and possessed by a demon of some sorts."

"The Dark side....."

"What?"

"Its called the Dark side of the Force. Don't worry about it. See if You can meditate for a while and I'll get the Hawke underway."

"I'll try."

*Crystaall silently walked over to the mat that was placed in the Hawke. There really was no explanation of why it was here. She sat down into a crossed leg position, placing her hands on her knees as she tried to focus on herself. Her eyes squinted and her forehead shortened, her attempts to focus was only useless.*

"Just relax"

*There it was... the voice. Another mystery, but she still followed its direction. She relaxed herself. Shoulders slumped down, her breathing was barely there and then it started.*

"Good girl."


*It hit her harshly. One moment she was in the real world, and then she was laying on a metal dome building. What was this place? It was raining. She could see another figure, and she immediately threw herself to her feet. It was the man that had lobbed off her arms.* She searched for her weapons, but the only thing she had on her was some type of stealth cloth that covered her whole body. But then the figure turned to face her. It threw away its dark cloak and revealed what it truly was. It was a fully cybernetic body with red glowing eyes and a small Crystaall glowing from it dome forehead. It was a sleek and slim droid that looked like a female exoskeleton. It struggled to make a grin as it took out a lightsaber, igniting its red blade as rain dissipated against the heated blade. Crystaall searched herself for a weapon and realized that she too had a lightsaber. She didn't know how to use it, but she wasn't going to face this thing without a fight. She ignited the sword and its blade glowed yellow, but it had a black outline against it. It was unlike any lightsaber seen had seen on the holonet. They were priced pretty high, no doubt this one was more valuable, but she wasn't worried about the price or the sword. She was more worried about its wielder and what its intent was.*

"Who are you?"

"You really are young and naive. Have you forgotten about me already, child?"

*It was the A.I. Crystaall backed up and almost slipped off whatever building they were standing on. The rain was showering upon them so much, Crystaall could barely see the other buildings, but she knew they were there. Lightning flashed and the came the- BOOOM. Thunder.*

"You may call me Dark Angel. But I will kill you here, so you wont remember it for long. And when I kill you, I will be in control of your foolish body. You will not hinder my abilities anymore you insolent brat!

Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 3

"That's what I wanted to hear. Come on, we need to prepare for our return to the battle."

"If there is even a battle still going on."

"Now you're just trying to lower your self-esteem"

Crystaall laughed as both of them walked up the ramp to the Hawke. It took them around 20 minutes to completely prepare themselves for the coming battle. Crystaall had donned a good utility belt that holstered both her pistols and a combat knife sideways against her rear. Her clothing consisted of slick navy blue pants that were tucked into heavy beskar boots. She wore a black shirt over her bra with a dark brown jacket over top, so she looked like a smuggler. Slung across her back was a sword Crystaall had found a few moments before their initial preparation. It was a simple blade with a cortosis weave. It had a dragon inscription imprinted in the blade and the handle was bare except for cold metal and the number 99 carved into it. The carving probably came from another blade due to it being light and barely seen. Her hair was placed into a ponytail, her dark brown hair flourishing with the separation and making her even more ready, knowing her gear and her body was prepared for the fight. Grey-Kast still had his outfit intact, so he had no need to change. He made sure his custom pistol was still working. During the preparation he and R4 modified the ship with little wire switches and such. Crystaall on the other hand, decided to practice her sword combat. Her swings were powerful and her form was almost like that of a master's, but she lacked the potential to wield the blade properly. She lacked the knowledge that killing another with their blood on your weapon was something not to be scared of, but cherished. And for that reason, the blade felt heavy and she could only practice a few motions with it before getting her arms tired.

"Well, we're ready Princess."

"Call me that again and I'll make sure you can't feel your legs. Or your lungs."

"That went dark."

"Look, being cheerful is not something I intend to be when I face Jigual. He killed Vex, and probably my mother as well. He wants me dead and his plan also seems to be helping the Empire succeed in conquest."

"Ok, ok. Forget I pried. Maybe you should try meditating on that mat."

"Why?"

"Look... you're going from depression to anger rather quickly... I just think you might need to take a break. Its been a day or two since you've had proper sleep."

"Its been longer than that. 5 months."

"5 months of what?"

"Nightmares."

Chapter 9: A Legend Forged part 2

"Why should I pick myself up? All I can bring is anger and sadness. Rarely do I ever get a chance at happiness. I-"

"Shut the hell up. You really think you're not happy? You strive in battle. You are a bounty hunter that has Mandolorian training, and you aren't even one of them! Hell, you weild two pistols with precision, and you've even taught yourself how to move things with the Force without proper training. The facts stack up that you are a capable person... but think of it this way.... you could never be truly happy unless you knew what you were fighting for. Coruscant you fought for your life and was probably the best hunter there. You fought for Vex's life desperately when you escaped that Imperial blockade. You fought off a Dark Jedi without hesitation and had almost won. You have an A.I in your brain and you have the mental strength to shut it out. You negotiated with a Queen, learned your past from yours truly and you never even cried. You stood there and listened deep in thought and understanding. When push came to shove that we had to defend ourselves you defended yourself and even charged back in for family. You believed in her decision to stay and had enough courage to keep going, even when you knew she could die. Well here we are. Vex is dead, the Queen is dead... and you're crying like a bantha cub that fell into a sarlacc pit. You know who they died for? You... they died believing and knowing something we haven't figured out yet. Don't you want to know what your future is? Don't you want to teach the Empire a lesson? Mothma will bring the army, now all you have to do is get up and fight. Fight for what you believe in, for you family and friends... and fight for your future, because I know that you've got to be a lot better at this on the road ahead than right now...."

Crystaall smirked and scoffed as Grey-Kast went over his speech. The moment he finished, he let go of her shoudlers and pointed at the Hawke. He smiled at her as he began to speak once more.

"Now are you going to finally fight for the right team, or will you keep mourning the dead when they want you to take the fight to the enemy?"

"When you put it like that... I'll damn well fight for them. There will be no more tears that drip from these eyes. Not while Jigual lives."

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Chapter 9: A Legend Forged

As Mon Mothma turned a left Crystaall began to sob even more, falling to her knees, and then soon crumpling to a sit position with her legs outstretched and her rear on the hard metal. Her hands were cupping her eyes, collecting the many tears that fell from them. Grey-Kast immediately ran to her side and knelt down, placing a hand on her right shoulder. The emotions that hit her were random and unlike normal for someone that grieved over something.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You were so happy to link up with these guys, and then you recently just went into shock. Now you're crying like you've lost someone.... you can't tell me."

"I felt it like she was right next to me. One second she was there and then she wasn't. It was so sudden, I didn't have a chance to think. I didn't want to cry, but I can't help myself. I tried so hard to look deep in the Force to see who killed her. Now I'm not so sure about my eagerness to attack the Empire's forces on Naboo. There's no way we would win against his command."

"Wait, did you say you reached into the Force to see who killed her?"

Sniffling, Crystaall gave the rodian a small nod as she wiped her eyes

"But you... you have no controlled ability of the Force. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"I just did what seemed natural, I guess. It was almost like instinct. Something I did the moment I could do it."

Grey-Kast stood up and held out his hand for Crystaall. She took it and slowly got to her feet. The strength in Kast's pull helped her up most of the way. Her sorrow was still holding her down, and he could see it clearly. Without warning he grabbed Crystaall by the shoulders and shook her furiously.

"Listen to me right now. You have got to pick yourself up."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 9

Sniffling, Crystaall wiped her face as she got up to change into her regular commoner outfit. It took only a few moments for her to change and return to her seat as the Dragon Hawke slowly approached the command ship for the Alliance. Sitting there, all she could think was what the voice had said, that death was a natural cause. But that wasn't true, because she could feel the death that struck her heart wasn't natural. Grey-Kast conversed with the Alliance command trying to get in, repeatedly telling them they came from Naboo after an Imperial Invasion. It took only a few minutes for them to check everything out and they soon cleared the Hawke to board. The Hawke landed casually and the ramp dropped down with a small clank of metal against metal. There to meet them was several Rebel soldiers with rifles pointed at them and a man with blonde hair in full white clothing. Crystaall would've thought he was their shining knight.

"Men-"

"Captain Felz..."

Everything after those words were blocked from Crystaall's mind. She saw lips moving, but what she was looking at was a woman leader in the Alliance. She no longer cared for the soldiers who lowered their rifles and began to leave or the man who decided to argue with the tall woman. But she was no ordinary leader, because she had orange, short-bob hair and an elegant outfit to go with it. Her name was Mon Mothma. Crystaall didn't know much about her except her name and that she was a major influence in the Rebel Alliance. Mothma soon turned her attention to Crystaall, shaking her out of the trance. Grey-Kast decided to take negotiating into his hands this time.

"I must apologize for Commander Felz's over-reaction. We are on our way to Yavin IV to discuss an attack of a major Imperial target."

"Ma'am, we have urgent news from Naboo."

"We are not in a position to help."

"What do you mean?"

"We are about to take down a very powerful force that can weaken the Empire's grip on the galaxy. The Imperial stranglehold of Naboo will have to wait."

At this moment Crystaall took a step-forward and starred Mon Mothma in the eyes.

"Then I will take Naboo back myself!"

"Surely you must be joking, not one woman can fight off a whole army of armed soldiers. Let alone a child. We can help afterwards. In the meantime, you can stay with us while we travel to Yavin IV."

Crystaall clenched her fist and threw her head down in shame. tears began to fall from her face and the girl began to sob with small sniffles. Mon Mothma turned to leave until Crystaall began to speak again.

"Then I have failed. What am I to do when I have no hope of saving a place I want to call home. To avenge my mother's death and bring pain onto the Empire for their treachery."

"But, no one died except for the soldiers and the Queen.... oh my."

Mon Mothma turned to face the two once more and looked at Grey-Kast with strength in her voice.

"I will have a special force go with you to Naboo, we can only spare one small command ship. We don't need all of our forces to take down this threat. I have to make the request, but I am sure with this new information, we can breif a ground team and have it going in about an hour."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 8

"Good, I might need you for the coming days. R4, get us out of here."

The R4 astromech droid beeped excitedly and scooted between the two friends. HE began to access the controls, taking control of the ship and directing it toward the sky of Naboo. Both Crystaall and Grey-Kast sat in their respective seats and fortune smiled upon them since no Tie-Fighter went after them. Once they shot out of the atmosphere, Crystaall punched the hyperspace trigger, launching them out into space, firing past the massive Imperial blockade that barely had time to notice them. It had other plans than taking out another stray civilian freighter.

The fighting wouldn't stop, and it was almost dawn. The brilliant sky would have been beautiful if not for the onslaught that had taken over Theed and its glorious palace. Inside, sat the Queen on her throne. She sat with her legs crossed and all of her make-up was removed, revealing her old, partially wrinkled face. Her hair was brown just like her daughter's and her hands were intertwined and placed on her lap. The hair reached her rear, and she still wore the elegant dress she had been accustomed to wear for parties. Unfortunately, there was no party to celebrate, only a battle that was slowing edging its way to her doorstep. Blades of steel and sounds of blaster fire clashed. These sounds of battle were followed by over-head dogfights and the screams of those who died in battle. To the Queen it was horrifying, but it was even worse for the young men who had so eagerly followed her rule. She knew they would be fortunate to survive, and even more fortunate to die quickly by the Empire's battalions of soldiers. Even the clone squad that gave its oath to protect her was out fighting, holding the ground. And then, as suddenly as it started... the sounds of battle ended. The silence was something of ominous, for it was not expected or wanted.. Doors thrust open with a large kick, and several soldiers filed in as if they were here to make sure the area was secure. A single tear fell from her cheek as the Queen stood up. She walked down off her throne to see a man clad in a different armor than the others approach her. He held an other-worldly rifle than most, she couldn't even recognize the type. Its maker must have been standing in front of her. The Queen breathed deeply and closed her eyes.

"May I know the name of my killer?"

"Jigual, my Queen. Your death will bring rise to a new Emperor."

"My death will only fuel a fire. A fire that consumes everything that threatens its existence."

Jigual raised his weapon and pulled the trigger. The sound of a single blaster echoed the halls of the palace. When it had returned back to its owner, the man under the mask smiled. Another plan had been successfully executed, making his leader another step closer to leading a better and more stronger Empire than the Emperor's.

And just as the excitement of being able to save her mother began to creep its way into her heart, it had died. Pain shot into Crystaall's heart, almost forcing her to keel over as they shot out of hyperspace to see the Rebel Alliance's fleet. Their fighters circled the cruisers and command ships like drones. The Force was a power most could not recognize even if they tried. And this pain represented how powerful it truly was. Tears flowed from her crystal blue eyes as she held her chest in pain. She knew she was too late. A pain that had come from nowhere, and the knowledge of how ridiculous things were in her small world already... she knew the truth. Death had taken her mother. But not of natural causes, Crystaall's ability of the Force sparked up quickly. She began to search past the pain, to try and understand who had killed her mother. The power of even the old Jedi could not perceive how one would be able to tell what this stemmed from. A name entered the girl's mind and that's when she looked up. The tears had dropped from her eyes even faster now. And hidden behind the sadness, lay a fire burning of passion, strength and courage. But it was possibly too late for the fire to ignite into that of something greater.

"Death is a natural cause of life."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 7

Now she was truly running off adrenaline, bursting full of energy and fire in her eyes that revealed her determination to succeed. All of the troops that came down to gun her down, received no mercy. Crystaall jogged down the hallways, expecting to see her mother and the Royal Guard defending themselves against invasion, but what she found behind almost every corner were Imperial Stormtroopers. Each hallway was crowded with dead men and women from each side, fractured paintings and pieces of rubble from walls and decorations. But this couldn't account for the destruction she knew the Empire could cause. They were toying with the Naboo Defense Force and she knew they could annihilate the capital if they truly wanted to. But they obviously had a purpose for not doing exactly that. They wanted her mother alive, to publicly surrender to the Emperor's will. But Crystaall would not allow this, for her small bond with her mother would not be broken easily. She would give her life to protect her mother's life and ideals. Although her hatred for her mother's apathy was strong, she was the only person Crystaall knew was truly family. She thought she had looked through the whole palace until she spotted the entrance. The Queen stood in her make-up and fancy robes with her right hand up against her breasts, as if she was fearful for someone's life. Crystaall ran toward her and stopped suddenly when her mother turned to her.

"Crystaall... please tell the Alliance of the Empire's destruction here. I'll even give you my seal."

The Queen walked up to her, pulling out a small holocron, able to fit into almost any pockets. She dropped it into Crystaall's hands, and the young girl clutched the device between her fingers that tried to form a fist.

"Come with me, we can escape the planet and warn them together."

"It is my duty to stay with the people my beloved daughter."

"I-I-I understand. But I want your word."

"What is it?"

"Stay alive. If I can't leave you, the Empire cannot take your life."

"But you-"

The Queen now looked at Crystaall's eyes and then her in a whole. The girl was breathing heavily, pistols in hands. Her eyes were burning and dust covered her dress and the black boots she wore were scrapped up.

"Ok.......go, and tell about this destruction. I have many men willing to die before I do. Even if the bloodshed is not needed."

Crystaall nodded and began to walk back toward the Hawke. The Queen returned to looking out the entrance, blaster bolts and shouts from soldiers were heard outside the palace walls. Crystaall took one last look at her mother, in her beautiful decorative dress and sighed. She then whispered to herself 'I will come back for you' Crystaall then began to make her run back to the Hawke. Hopping onto the ramp as it began to shut, she turned to face Grey-Kast who frowned at her.

"She chose to stay?"

"These people need her, more than I. We are setting course to meet up with the Alliance. They will be warned of this destruction."

"We can help a hell-of-a-lot more than warning some rebels."

"I will not deny my mother's wish. You can always jump ship, smuggler boy."

Grey-Kast put his hands on his hips as they both entered the cockpit. Crystaall turned to face him and he sighed.

"I have nothing better to do, girl."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 6

"I know... I know."

Crystaall wasn't even listening to her friend anymore. Instead, she was telling herself this as her body was struck with immense pain and adrenaline. It wasn't something she was used to, and she definitely didn't have any way to cure the pain. The strike of her back against harsh metal really hit her spine, which she couldn't even tell if she had shattered something or not. But she decided to keep moving, allowing her eyes to open wide and blink for a moment. She nodded at Grey-Kast and raised her right hand, still holding the blaster pistol.

"Look... I think they can handle this, but you need to bring me to another balcony so I can search for my mother."

"Crystaall-"

"I realize I'm already in pain, but she is my priority. I still don't know everything and I can't let her die. She's doing something most politicians would have nightmares about."

The Queen's ideas and memories was something she would like to have, but that wasn't even half of it. She was Crystaall's biological mother and she couldn't just let her mother die on the battlefield. Although her mother would never truly understand Crystaall's feelings toward anyone nice to her or helpful to her, she wanted to at least tell her story, and hear about her past from someone who lived through it. That was her priority. To save the woman who in a matter of seconds turned into someone she adored and would seek revenge for if death ever came early for her.

"You could die... do you realize this?"

"I realize that I have found a purpose."

"R4... get us to another balcony, and fire up those guns as well."

The droid beeped happily and made his way toward the cockpit, firing up the guns to attack the Imperial Tie Fighters that struck the hull of the Dragon Hawke. The hot blaster bolts fried any pilot that came even close to firing a shot off at them. The Hawke quickly made its way toward another balcony and Crystaall just straightened out her dress and checked her pistols for damage. Slowly and steadily, the ramp soon lowered to another balcony, but it was torn up and the flower arrangements on its guard were covered in dirt and rubble. From a small look inside, the young bounty hunter could see that there was a red rug and many decorative heads in this hallway as well as paintings. She began to walk to the edge of the ramp and then suddenly a hand reached her shoulder.

"Come back alive kid."

Crystaall only smiled and charged off the ramp with a small run, rolling onto the balcony and rising up with pistols pointed at several Imperials, who turned only to get gunned down by the many shots that came at them from one direction.

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Part 5

She had to go off instinct, and she could see the troopers were too eager to pull the trigger. Sweat dripped down her face, afraid of what could happen if she failed to pull this off. But she couldn't worry about it. Her fists clenched as she ducked to the floor, hands taking up the pistol and firing upon the two soldiers. The blasts hit them deadcenter, maikng them fall backwards and leaving their squad leader to stumble away from their corpses. Using the Force unintentionally, her second pistol flew to her left hand. She then turned and darted toward the balcony. Blaster fire whizzed past her and all she could do was hope she was right on her assumptions. She got up to the balcony's ledge and leaped up, her left foot hitting the air and landing on the small fence-like ledge and pushing off into the air. Everything was just a blur. She didn't know what came over her. Perhaps the adrenaline of a battle hit her. Maybe the A.I took control for a small while, afraid of losing its life if Crystaall died. She couldn't make it out of what was the true cause, but it was evident she was capable of such feats. In mid-air, Crystaall had managed to turn around and fire both pistols at the squad leader and his fellow troops who managed to chase her to the balcony. She lit all of them up, with the wind against her face and she could barely care to question how perfect her aim was. Then a moment later, her back hit harsh metal and she curled up, rolling backwards and the floor. The floor lifted up and she began to roll more as she then hit a wall with her back. Breath escaped from her lips with a large moan and a quick, heavy breathing. She blinked serveral times and then managed to look around. She had landed inside the Dragon Hawke, rolling up the ramp and hitting the opposite wall. R4 stood infront of her, his beeping was very excesive.

"Don't worry R4, I'm fine. Just a little winded right now."

Grey-Kast then appeared to her left with his hands against his hips and smiled. She could see a tear from his right eye, but she dismissed it. She knew already that the rodian cared for her life. How much her cared was another story.

"Lucky I got to you in time. We need to hit the Empire hard with a quick counter-attack."

Grunting as she slid her back up the circular wall, Crystaall stood up with her eyes wincing here and there. It was obvious she felt pain, but she couldn't rest. Not when the Empire had decided to strike with an intent to kill. The immediate intent to take control of this system, with no care for the lives that were lost.

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 4

"What will you do?"

"Whatever needs to be done to fend of the Empire without you or the Queen falling. Go help your friend."

"Alright."

At this point they both separated as John began to run toward the nearby armory to grab weapons with sufficient firepower to take on the striking forces. Crystaall ran up the remaining stairs of the Palace entrance, bursting through the halls. The Royal Guards prepared themselves as she made her way toward her guest room. She took full sprint through the halls. Explosions and blaster fire was everywhere. In the confusion, Crystaall could only worry on how her mother was handling this.

The 372nd Battalion waited. Here they waited in the forest closest to Theed. All 900 Imperial soldiers stood patiently. They were armed to take a fortress, with heavily modified and accurate E-11s and dressed in black armor, they acted as the stealth assault force. An assault force meant to annihilate any and all opposition. Today they were here to ravage and capture the city of Theed. Anyone that fired back would be killed, innocent bystander or Royal guard. When the order came, they charged. They charged like a herd of banthas with the force of a Rancor, firing at each turret that guarded the city limits and shot down any soldier willing to take them on. The airstrike team had their fun. It was the 372nd's turn to bring the battle to an end.

Crystaall burst through the door of her guest room to see no one there. She thought to herself was that he had to have ran out and went for the Hawke. Her armor was even more scrapped then before and she saw a note with it. Walking to the wide bed, she noticed what it said.

'The armor no longer functions, and it doesn't even seem repairable. I tried to tinker with it but it broke apart like a toy. Went to the Hawke to see if Vex had any tools. - Grey-Kast'

"Well, at least he didn't bail like I thought he would."

"Hands up girl!"

It was a voice coming from a mechanized helmet. An Imperial Stormtrooper. Crystaall easily picked up one of her pistols and lifted it up in one of her hands while the other hand was open. She slowly turned around  to see 3 Stormtroopers guarding the doorway, and they had her surrounded.

"Put down the gun ma'am and I might think about your survival."

Crystaall complied, and the blaster dropped to the ground with a larger clang on the rugged floor.

"Isn't she the one that escaped on the ship that docked earlier."

"Hey, you're right. She killed a lot of guys, including Xihk. Let's shoot her chest."

"Will you two shut up? I need to confirm this identity, and don't let your eyes dawdle. We need to keep a close eye on her."

Without warning, Crystaall could hear the sounds of a large ship hovering nearby. She knew Grey-Kast was here, how he knew where she was, she could care less. All Crystaall had to do now was rely on her instinct. And she intended to do just that.

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Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 3

"Exactly how do you know of my ex-captain?"

"There are many more who watched over you other than your dear friend."

"I assume even those within the Empire watched me then."

"We never saw any, but we had our suspicions when you began to go on with you bounty hunting."

"Why is everyone so interested in me? I'm just an average tomboyish female-"

"With black horns and a slow aging process."

Crystaall pushed the soldier with both her hands and backed away from the man. Now she was worried. He interrupted her own sentence to tell her things she only recently discovered. The horn thing was something she never wanted an explanation for. How come this trooper knew almost everything about her but her mother wasn't aware of anything. To have your soldiers keep secrets from you would enrage any top commander, and possibly a Queen more. But the man seemed to be honest, and by the tone of his voice he was focused on something else rather than keeping the girl safe. He obviously knew she could handle herself. Crystaall fiddled with the black dress she wore and sighed. She felt like she was in a never ending cycle of anger, depression and knowledge. But she stopped thinking as she watched John look up very slowly. His eyes showed the fear a warrior would possess when defeat was almost imminent. Crystaall looked up with him and then the whole party stopped. In the sky were three triangular starships. Three Star Destroyers, with fighters and landing craft coming out of the woodworks.

"We have to move. Now Crystaall!"

"Got it!"

They both began to turn and run when fighters began to close in on Theed and began to open fire and Crystaall could here the blaster fire rather clearly as the fighter went over their heads. John had ducked but Crystaall kept moving, and then grabbed the clone's arm, pulling him with her. He felt demoralized that he was being pulled by her. Not that she was a woman, but she had seen less combat than he did in his first time on Geonosis. A hunter that preferred to never kill was pulling a soldier born to do such.

"Come on John! We have to get in the Palace!"

"No... you go."

They stood on steps that led straight into the Palace, but Crystaall stopped and looked at the man with complete confusion. Was he a madman?

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 2

The man soon stopped a few feet from the Queen and her daughter and took a deep breath. He straightened his legs and saluted the Queen with his right hand straight and barely above the black plate for his vision.He carried two pistols and the mohawk like top was striped in yellow. His armor looked like it had been in many battles, and that he sufferred hardships, but Crystaall could only imagine what he faced.

"RC-113910, at your service M'lady."

"John, you will watch my daughter while she partakes in the party. I want you to stick close to her and keep her safe."

"No need to worry M'lady. She is in safe hands."

"Crystaall, don't do anything rash while I go talk to visitors from other planets. I need to keep the Empire off our backs don't I?"

The Quee smiled and then dissappeared in the crowd. The circle dissipated and everyone went their own way as Crystaall just stood there with the clone. She felt uncomfortable standing someone that was born to serve, or rather created. There were no expressions that came from his voice earlier, and she could not see through his helmet to tell what lay within his face and what he felt. This was a disadvantage she never had, for she was great with telling someone's emotions, something she guessed was a power in the Force most Jedi had. She supposed she learned it early, but she still was halted by the mask and the voice. The clone was unreadable.

"Having trouble with something ma'am?"

"No, its just..... Most clones still serve the Empire."

"Unfortunately, my squad and I served them for a time. We did exactly what your captain tried to do. Eliminate the remaining Jedi."

Chapter 8: A Broken Bond Pt 1

The anger deep in her heart, made the adrenaline rush to her head. Her realization of her strength in the Force, made it even more powerful. The fact that she had such power scared her. But her anger was what moved her. She rand in her black boots and fancy silk black dress toward the party, breaking through the palace's main gates. She moved through the crowd of people and then the adrenaline began to wear off. She hurriedly looked around and soon realized that she was surrounded by nobles and commoners alike. It was a scene she had never seen, and even more stumbling was that they were here to greet her return. A return to a planet she never remembered. They surrounded her like predators surrounded their single prey. A girl, about her same age, walked up to her to greet her, but Crystaall was so lost that all she could do was back up in horror. This was a sight that had made her frozen and confused. Everything was blurry, and she could barely hear.

"He told me about how naive you become with anger."

Crystaall quickly turned to see her mother. She could finally hear clearly and her sight came back. Her sudden fear and confusion was gone. An instance that she hoped would never happen again. Crystaall ran toward her mother and hugged her, gripping her tightly. The Queen hesitated to hug her, and instead decided to place her hand on Crystaall's head.

"I now see why he kept you. You were never suppossed to be here. By the way you have reacted, I understand that you were born for whatever he trained you for. I never thought I'd have to tell you the family secret, but under such circumstances, I believe I can tell you after the party has dimmed. Will you be able to handle the crowd, my daughter?"

"If you can give me someone to stand by me, I think I'll be fine. What happened to Kast?"

"The rodian has decided to watch your equipment, and to think about something. As for someone to watch you, let me offer my best. John!!!"

A man soon rushed up through the crowd to enter the small circle that surrouded the two women. This circle was due to the Queen needing her space in events such as these. This man was different than the royal guards Crystaall had seen earlier. He was fashioning and old, dirty white suit of clone armor. Armor similar to that of clone troopers during the Clone Wars. But all of the remaining clones served the Empire.

Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 9

"If he knew of his death, wouldn't he have tried to prevent it?"

"He must have known something we didn't"

Crystaall and Grey-Kast looked at each other and then sighed, turning away. They both began to wonder what could have stopped Vex from preventing his own death. Was it the future that entailed Crystaall's true destiny that stopped it? Or was it another being in the Force that had halted his attempts? They both came to the conclusion that he might have just accepted his death, knowing he would be saving someone important. But there was a little thing inside Grey-Kast telling him that something else had intervened and allowed him to accept it. But their thinking was cut off as the doors opened and they both looked out the balcony to see that night had finally arrived and many lights colored the sky. Turning toward the door, they saw the Queen in a very fancy red and golden dress with a massive head-ornament that portrayed the same colors. Crystaall's silk black dress couldn't compare to its exquisite design and Grey-Kast's tacky smuggler outfit was not fit for a party. He shrugged his shoulders as Crystaall stood up and bowed her head to her mother, and Kast did the same, only in respect of the woman's position.

"So, are you two conversing done talking about me?"

"But we never were. Grey-Kast was telling me the truth of my past and about Vex."

"Vex? You mean the Vex that kept you from me so you could become something like him?"

"He knew me better than you ever will! He knew I was not fit for this lifestyle. I was born a fighter, not a royal. And you weren't either. You just hide behind a mask."

"How dare you! I-"

"How dare I!? Damn you! Look at me! I am your only child, and you dare throw hatred, and screaming, and extreme violence in my face. I went through hell and back to learn my past. And all I found is this. A Queen that no longer deserves the title of Mother."

Crystaall walked forward and pushed her way through her mother as she stormed down the hallway in anger. Her cheeks were red with frustration and her fists were clenched tight. Her legs were tight and barely bent as she marched toward the plaza. She could see out the windows that that was where the main attraction and party was. A party that celebrated her return to her home. A return she wished she never made.

Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 8

"Crystaall!"

Grey-Kast grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her for a few moments before she pushed him off. All she could do was shake her head and nod for Grey-Kast to continue. The thoughts of her her murders still roamed inside her head, but she couldn't keep them forever. All the more reason to become smarter and wiser, and to never let the A.I inside, roam free.

"Please, continue."

"You're sure you can stand the rest without going into a trance?"

"I'm sure.. just get on with it."

"Alright. Well, during Order 66 your master was killed, and as far as Vex knew you escaped with the help of aother Jedi and-"

"No... I didn't"

"What?"

"I escaped through the vents, crawling my way through smoke and ash. I passed out when I started to fall...."

"But-  How do you remember this?"

"It was in one of my dreams. And my dreams lately have been like that of visions into the past and the future. Its rather disorienting."

"Well, that would explain why you're not acting as naive as Vex descripted you to be. Perhaps you've become smarter due to an unknown effect from these... dreams. The Jedi would call them premonitions, and that they were almost true events from the Living Force."

"How do you know so much about Jedi?"

"Vex needed a background on Jedi when the Death Watch captain found you. Somehow he knew what you were, and how interested I was on learning a culture so different from my own."

"So what, he could tell the future?"

"More or less, he probably had the same premonitions you did. Maybe even one of his own death."

Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 7

"I'm listening rodian."

"Alright, now let me think. I know that your mother was a slave when she was born, and your father was a Jedi. But he was a Jedi who was corrupted and he fled the Temple when it went up in flames during the Executions of Order 66. You were born with a birth defect. Jedi Consulars could not fathom how you gained this defect, but you've seen it first hand. You age twice as slower as a normal Human. This would make you over thirty years old. Now-"

"What!? 30 years old!?!?"

"Will you let me finish? You want to learn don't you?"

"Yes, but 30 years?"

"If anything it'd be a wise decision to ask your mother about that defect. But I wouldn't call it a defect. And as I was going to say, this defect makes you smarter than most of the people your age. But unfortunately, for your mother, she couldn't keep you when you born. Your corrupted father took you to the Jedi on Coruscant to be trained there by him personally. His plan backfired when you were put under special tutelage by Grand Master Yoda... I think. The Jedi had weird names. Can't even remember them all. But on with the story. You were trained by the Grand Master for several years until a proper master took you as his Padawan, or Apprentice. It didn't last long because when you were around 5 years old, Order 66 was executed. I assume you already know what it is. Crystaall?"

Crystaall had gone into shock at that moment. She began to slowly realize that she was a Force-user. But she was not just a Force-user, she was a Force-user who murdered others like her when she was under the command of the Exile of Death Watch. She killed each Jedi in cold-blood, having made believed that Jedi were evil, and that Order 66 was an order meant for everyone to kill the Jedi. She was fooled. This order was meant for the execution of Jedi. Pure man-slaughter. And she did it in spectacular fashion. Crystaall was horrified at herself, more than impressed. She had used the Force unknowingly to help her in almost everything she did. She couldn't believe she used it to kill others like her. And now she closed her eyes and tried to shake away the thoughts, but they stood in place like brick walls. She could not move them and they just threw in her face another realization. Every Jedi she killed told her they could sense her power... and that she was wrong. She had always dismissed it, except for the power part. They perceived her strength in the Force to threaten that of the Emperor. But she was just a mere girl then. What could be her power now? And how strong in the Force could she become?

Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 6

The guard shut the door as the two entered and walked about the room. There was only one main room, with a bed, fireplace, couch and a holoprojector. She presumed it was for entertainment.... not that she needed such an escape. There was a fancy bathroom near the back with a tub and a shower head it gleamed with white tiles and the large sink and counter was very complementary to the size of the side room. Crystaall could only care less and less about the material things that surrounded her. Grey-Kast happily took his pistol as he watched Crystaall grab the dress and head toward the bathroom to change. He wanted to peak in on the young teen, but voted against it. He was too good to do such a dirty act and destroy the trust the two had quickly made. Crystaall quickly undressed herself, not thinking twice about slipping off one pair of clothes for a more fancy pair. She still wore her black boots underneath with her black tights and long dress. She began to feel something though..... a feeling very unfamiliar to her. Perhaps it was because she could finally be proud to be a girl in a dress, or maybe she felt more mature and presentable to the world. But these feeling passed quickly, for she remembered why she was here. Crystaall refused to get side-tracked from her quest of knowledge. In impatience, she burst out of the bathroom and walked straight up to Grey-Kast.

"Tell me everything you know about my past. If I am to somehow carve my future, I believe I must know how I got here. How did I lose my way?"

Grey-Kast sighed and scooted a little on the couch so Crystaall could take a seat.

"I'm not sure how you're going to respond to this. I'll be short and brief, since I can't explain everything, but understand that this is the absolute truth. You're sure you wish to hear this?"

"Grey-Kast I need to hear this."

"Alright, but prepare for a lot of Sithspit."

Chapter 7: (No current name) Pt 5

Crystaall turned to face Grey-Kast as the rodian rolled his wrists. He sighed as one of the guards walked up to them. The guard held out his hand for the rifle Crystaall held. She handed it to him and then nodded to her. She assumed he was the on they were intended to follow. She began to follow him as they walked up to the next floor of the palace. Grey-Kast did not speak to her almost the whole way up, but something was poking him in the chest.

"So, Vex never told you a single thing?"

"No. He kept me in the dark, and he should have kept it that way."

"Look, I know this was not what you expected of your mother, but would you like to know the whole story?"

"How would you know my life story?"

"Vex told me a week ago that he knew his end was near and wanted me to find and tell you everything. I was about to leave Tatooine until I saw you."

"And yet you kept me in the dark as well."

"I needed to make sure I knew who you were, and responding to your name was a big clue."

They soon finally arrived to their destination, the palace's prestigious guest room. It was lined with decorations of gold sculptures and red carpet. It had beautiful plants in numerous places, and a fire was already going. A black silk dress lay on the couch along with a small holocommunicator. Grey-Kast raised an eyebrow and smiled as he saw further past that. R4 and Crystaall's several weapons and her necklace lay in assortment on the bed. Crystaall soon noticed and stared at the helmet. She dared to not to touch it, in fear of hearing the A.I. attempting to persuade her darker side to be unleashed. An evil that she knew couldn't be contained with how peaceful and mature she was trying to be.

"I suppose she does care about you, Crystaall"

"I suppose."