A/N: First Fanfic Story. The Centurion's armor looks like the Black Guard Helmet from Tron, The gauntlets from Adam Jensen from deus ex, and the rest of the armor is segmented like the mjonir armor from Halo.
Disclamer: I do not own Star Wars
Chapter 1: A Hero is Chosen
It is the 23rd century, and the galaxy is in chaos.
In the 22nd century, Earth was resource less and was entirely dependent of the off world colonies that had been founded late in the 21st century. With the help of Jump drives voyages that would take years would take weeks. Voyages that took months would take days and so on. In to the next century scientists discovered that people that were exposed to certain kinds of radiation were capable of feats of unimaginable power such as telekinesis, mind reading, control of earth, etc. They named this the aether and made special academies for these kinds of people. All was peaceful and grand, until a terrorist organization known simply as the "Cult" showed up and began to attack supply lines. Earth and its people realized after several battles that they could not defeat the cultists and their greater numbers, with conventional troopers, they would need something greater, and so the Centurions were born. They were genetically and cybernetically enhanced and highly trained and equipped to be the best warrior/assassins that could be created. This is one such Centurion that mysteriously disappeared. Never to be found again.
Travis Decia, was the ultimate hunter, killer, and soldier in his time no Centurion could match his speed, agility, and strength. This is why he was sent on the most important missions, such as this one in the very heart of the Cult.
Blood dripped on the ground from the black blades. Smoke and Fire filled his vision in red and grey shapes through his heat vision setting in his helmet. Yet through all this chaos Travis was in peace.
He stood from his crouched fighting stance and recalled the two ft. twin black blades back into his gauntlets, part of his segmented black armor. Then he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and prayed. "Dear Great and Divine One, take these souls for your judgment and forgive this soul for taking these lives before their time" He chanted, "So say we all".
He opened his eyes and saw death. Body parts littered the blood soaked floor, bodies barely able to be called human, sat in various states around the now blood soaked room. Some were charred others were frozen and broken into small pieces. All were dead.
Travis noticed a small circular symbol blinking red in his upper left hand corner. By simply thinking he opened a com channel with his foreman.
"Another job well done Centurion-256, just one more objective to complete", The Foreman stated, "Check the terminals and download all the data in them".
"Command wants to find out exactly what kind of research they were doing, with these crystals".
Travis's reply was short and simple "Affirmative", He intoned in a bass deep voice.
He walked into the center of the room where a terminal bank was placed with wire running to this yellow doughnut shaped crystal in the far side of the room.
"Now Centurion you will need to find the key card to access the password" The foreman said annoyingly.
"No key card is needed", Travis replied with just a hint of anger in his voice.
He pulled out what looked like a USB device and stuck into the computer. The device then connected to Travis's helmet HUD and began to decipher and download the data from the terminal.
"30 percent has downloaded my liege" Canted a blue holographic figure from the right side of his HUD.
"Thank you Sigismund", Travis acknowledged, "Carry on."
The Medieval Knight A.I. nodded and vanished.
Travis looked across the room at the crystal and wondered, "What could they possibly do with this?"
"100 percent downloaded my liege; Sigismund intoned "We may leave at your leisure"
"Thank you Sigismund"
"Sir I have discovered an anomaly", Sigismund added, "The computer is trying to activate something codenamed Assistance, I have no control over it and it will activate in a few seconds".
"Did you get that sir?" Travis asked the Foreman.
"Yes we did just stay put and see what happens", the Foreman replied.
The crystal began to glow, upon seeing this Travis pulled out his revolver in preparation for an attack.
Suddenly in the middle of the crystal, what appeared to be a black hole formed.
"Sir I think we have a situation" Travis said, "I am waiting for orders"
"High command is interested in what is going on", the Foreman replied, "Just wait".
Suddenly things began to be sucked into crystal, the body parts, bodies, even the blood.
"Sir I really need extraction" Travis yelled
Wind began to rush past Travis pulling him towards the crystal.
"Well you are not going to get it" the Foreman yelled back, "I thought Centurions were supposed to be the best".
Travis shut off the com chatter; there was no point in continuing the conversation.
At this point the wind was moving past him at high speed, screaming like a banshee as it did.
"Well this is an interesting way to go", thought Travis.
At that point the blackness in the crystal imploded, pulling Travis forward into the darkness of the crystal.
When Travis awoke the first thing he saw was blinding light, then red. Everywhere a red carpet, steel walls, red drapes and statues.
He noticed all along the walls there was some kind of White circle with 8 spokes of black equally spaced around it.
"Where the hell am I" Thought Travis as he got up from where he lay.
Little did he know that his old life was gone, and would never return.