OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Wars, Pokemon, WildStar, or any other properties that may come up in this, nor do I own any characters and aspects from them. All characters and aspects from said properties are owned by their respective owners.
Hello, all. Welcome to a little thing I've been playing with, featuring characters I made for a friend's cross-MMO roleplay shenanigans.
Before we really get into it, I'd like to mention that this isn't going to be the greatest story ever told. This is mostly just something I wanted to write to take a relatively light-hearted break from other projects I've been working on for other things.
With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the times we have in...
The Dark Side of Life
Chapter 1:
The world shattered today.
A god had fallen.
A young woman, skin white as chalk and tattered robes covering her frail form, huddled in the darkest corner she could find. Her face, imprints of chains around her mouth, was buried in her knees. Sobs echoed throughout the cavernous room.
They killed him. They really killed him.
She pulled herself out of her fetal position for a moment and took a deep but shaky breath. Her fingers chased away her tears. A few more breaths to compose herself. He wouldn't want her to mourn him, at least not to this degree.
And yet he, and those who walked his path of wisdom, was everything she had…
She shook her head. Dwelling on the past was never helpful, only learning from it. She did everything she could and then some. But, her best wasn't enough. It just…wasn't. She wasn't enough.
She picked up the weapon by her side, a cylinder about a foot long. A straight blade of purple light burst from one end with a violent hiss. The blade hummed ominously, as if contemplating with her.
Would this let her make amends? If she joined him and his followers—her family—in whatever beyond they went to…would they welcome her? Yes…yes, they would, they had to. They knew that young Rattataki slave they took in to learn his great ways. They knew how devout she was in her worship of the Master, how elated she was when he revealed himself to them. She would be with them again.
A noise outside widened her eyes. The blade retracted into its cylinder and she scrambled to her feet. It sounded like a beast of some sort, but none she had ever heard before.
She nervously picked up her weapon and crept out of the room. Slowly, her body faded into nothing as she left. The dirt on the blocky floors still parted at her footsteps as her invisible body cautiously advanced further outside.
Now she could hear faint voices. Had she any hair whatsoever, it would have stood on end. She flattened up against the nearest wall as she continued onward. A nagging voice in her mind told her that curiosity killed the manka, but she knew that these looters—they were probably looters here for the temple's riches—would likely kill her either way.
Her weapon was in her hand, thumb ready to tap the button and ignite her blades. She had to redeem herself; she already failed to defend the Master's legacy by allowing his mask and weapon—all that remained of him—to be taken by his murderers. He had to be watching her now. She had to make amends.
The voices grew louder and clearer as she covered more distance.
"Is this the place?" a male asked. He sounded curt and to the point.
"The very same," a female replied. Her voice was silky but firm.
"Ugh, finally!" another voice cried out. This one…sounded rather young, like a little boy just entering puberty. "Man, all this walking—"
The beast she heard earlier chose this moment to interject with a guttural groan.
"Ah, shut up!" the child sneered. The beast cried out again, this time in what sounded like pain.
"That's quite enough," the silky-voiced female said sharply. "You have our luggage; set up camp inside until we can establish a full base of operations. Drake-san, we'll need you to shield this temple from scans, both Imperial and Republic."
"Will do," the older male—evidently named Drake…san? Drake San? Drake-san—answered.
The Rattataki clutched her weapon tighter. They were not common looters, but an organized group of some sort. They seemed to be taking no sides in the galactic war…who were they? What were they after? And…what would happen if they found her? Their leader seemed strict and intelligent, so…they might not kill the Rattataki if they found her. They might try to use her, manipulate her for their own ends.
She would not let that happen. Not again. Not anymore.
She looked down at herself for a moment, and let out a small gasp when she saw her visible body. A moment of focus restored her invisibility; she had to remember concentration. If she was going to get rid of these intruders before they could hurt her, she had to do so silently and systematically. Hopefully there weren't too many; she heard three, but there may be more.
"Move it, slowpoke!" the child yelled out, and his beast let out another bellow of pain. "Jeez, you're worse than an actual Slowpoke!"
They were coming.
The Rattataki pressed herself against the nearest wall and focused on her camouflage. She prayed to the Master, to the Force, to whatever cosmic existence would protect her. Then she saw the group come by.
There were four of them. The first thing the Rattataki noticed was the beast, a real live uxibeast whose furry head and horns were covered in armor and supply bags. Atop the uxibeast was a child of around eleven or twelve, dressed in black and white with an Imperial emblem on his chest and an armored cap. The beast was flanked by a figure in total black, with dark face-obscuring mask and armor underneath a pitch-black hood. On this figure's belt were two smaller versions of the cylinder the Rattataki wielded, only designed for one blade.
Up front were the other two. The first was a male in a blood red Imperial flight suit, with a sniper rifle on his back bearing the logo of the famous Czerka Corporation. The only female present was presumably the silky-voiced leader, a woman wearing what seemed to be green Mandalorian armor that ended in a coat-tail covering her rear. She bore a weapon similar to that of the figure in black, but it looked much more ancient.
The Rattataki tried to mask her fear; the woman in green and the dark-armored one were clearly Sith. The other two were Imperial, if their armor was anything to go by. If the woman was in charge, she must have gone rogue and taken some Imperial forces with her; the figure in black was likely her apprentice.
The dark figure stopped as his comrades continued. A sound something like a sniff came from beneath his mask. Then, to the Rattataki's horror, he turned towards her.
"Ralgo, what's wrong?" Drake-san asked as the rest of the group stopped as well (the child kicking his uxibeast to make it comply).
Ralgo, the dark figure, did not respond, instead choosing to ignite his blades. Two black beams, each with a pale green outline, emerged from his cylinders.
"Stop hiding," Ralgo commanded in a gravelly voice.
The leading woman turned as well, and the Rattataki saw her face.
It was a face she knew. A face that slew her brethren.
She couldn't hide anymore. She had to make a stand.
The Rattataki silently turned visible, igniting both ends of her blade. The green woman released a blade much like Ralgo's, Drake-san drew his rifle, and the child pulled out a pair of blasters as he slid down the uxibeast's side.
"My name is Leshara Kiin," the Rattataki growled. "And I will not allow you to defile the great Revan's legacy any longer."