"I won't let you kill an innocent man," said a figure draped in black, a hood hiding his face. He pulled from his cape dual lightsabers and ignited the glowing, bright red blades at his sides. I could feel the Dark Side flow through him, but it was quite strange for a Sith to be saving lives. Who was he? And was he crazy? Who interferes with something like this, anyway?
"A Sith?" replied a bounty hunter, confused, whose body was covered from head to toe in thick armor. Large guns protruded from his gauntlets, and a jetpack was mounted on his back. He could've been a robot, he had so much tech on him.
"Sith aren't so decent. But whatever he is, he can't stop us," added a second bounty hunter. He was dressed in largely customized Mandolorian armor, (complete with Jaig eyes on the forehead of the helmet), and with lightning quick reflexes, he pressed a button on his left gauntlet that fired a dart at the hooded man's collar. Just as it was about to stick him, I watched as it stopped in midair, and then was hurled back in the Mando's direction. He managed to dodge just before the dart penetrated through his neck.
"Come on you fools; we have no time for dilly-dallying!" commanded a third bounty hunter. He looked more or less like a civilian, but he had sashes adorned with all kinds of bombs and knives and magazines to accompany his machine gun and several smaller pistols (which probably wasn't the end of his arsenal). "Now, Chithi'kio'naasisant," he said, with perfect Cheunh pronunciation, "we have unfinished business."
Immediately, they were all flung through several walls, and then down several floors by the power of the Force. I flinched at the various crashing sounds that were made. Before the Sith ran off to combat these new foes, he exchanged a very quick glance with the man whose life he saved. The man nodded to his savior, ran out of the bar, and then jumped onto a passerby's speeder, flying away at immensely rapid pace.
After I saw that man ride off, I went back to follow the path of broken walls and screaming voices this Sith pretender was leaving in his wake. Slowly, but surely, those bounty hunters would teach him a lesson; never underestimate your enemy.
The ebony cloaked Sith would find he was outmatched and outnumbered; only in a short while did the Mandolorian hunter manage to snatch away the man's lightsabers, and the trigger-happy hunter pinned him to a wall. He nodded to his Mando companion, who then darted out the door with the shiny, silver hilts clipped to his belt, boarded his speederbike and zoomed rapidly away. The Sith struggled to get away from the two bounty hunters that remained, but before he could throw more than a kick or two, he was bound hand and foot, and now completely helpless and disarmed, too, except for the Force.
Maybe you're wondering about me. I watched this whole thing from the rafters, concealing myself as if I, myself, were a shadow. It's unlikely that even this Sith has sensed me.
Next, the cloaked Sith began to object to this disadvantageous turn of events, and quickly, the hunters became annoyed. Honestly, this guy makes too many mistakes… The fully-armored hunter stabbed him in the neck with a needle dipped in a strong sedative, and minutes later he was asleep. They then stuffed him into a sack, threw him into the backseat of their landspeeder and drove off. What an idiot! Getting himself sacked—literally—by a trio of bounty hunters! Pff. I could've taken those guys easily.
Now, this part here'll sound a bit indecent on my part, but I had to keep up with them. You can't leave a good story like this hanging, you know! In my haste a stole a speederbike of my own and kept up as closely as I could with the hunters, concealing my frequency to use my comlink in order to eavesdrop on them.
"Banshee," said the hunter decked in ammo through his comlink, "we'll rendezvous. That Sith kid, or whoever he was, is nicely taken care of."
"Pathetic," I heard Banshee reply. "I'll meet up with you soon."
"Good." He then pressed a button that ended the comm-session. "Faster, Chex, we can't afford to be late, or else Khuram'll have our heads."
"I know it, Roger," Chex replied.
Now, we've been riding for a couple of hours. Turns out I'm a better dogger than I thought. I had only lost them once or twice the entire time. Of course, there was the possibility that they actually had seen me and they were letting me follow them, but these are bounty hunters we're talking about here…
I started to make my way closer to their speeder amidst the traffic, but not too close, I don't want to be too obvious. That's when I saw something stirring in the backseat; it was that Sith pretender. They hadn't tied up the sack, so he was able to wriggle out of its embrace, but his hood also fell off in the process. From what I could see, it seemed that Chex and Roger had fallen asleep, and the speeder was put on autopilot mode.
That's when a massive honking noise came up from behind me, along with frustrated and angry exclamations. Turns out I had missed the traffic signal, and I'd been holding up traffic. "Sorry, I'm so sorry!" I shouted to the upset crowd as I sped forward, reopening the circulation of the traffic. And then, when I turned my eyes back to the road, I had lost them. Gah! The only exciting thing I actually got to do in ages and ages—ripped away from me because of my lack of focus!
Stang.
I kept going though, accelerating, hoping I'd see them in this fray, but it wasn't so. I had really lost them this time.
And then that black hooded Sith pretender landed on the back of my [stolen] speederbike. I turned my head sharply to look at him, and we just stared at each other for a few moments, not saying anything. Then his eyes shifted suddenly, his expression changed and he shouted, "Look out!" My head turned as quickly as humanly possible and I immediately swerved, avoiding a terrible accident involving several deaths.
"Gah!" he said.
"What!?"
"They're after me!" I looked behind us again, and the speeder carrying those two thugs was quickly gaining. "Floor it!"
"Why should I?"
"This is life or death, here!"
I did what he asked, but not because he asked me, but because I wanted to get in on this excitement. You don't get to be a part of an epic chase scene every day! "Hold on a second, why are they after you?" I asked.
He hesitated a while (mainly because we were busy swerving around vehicles and dodging blasterfire), but then he took something out from his cloak. "Because of this." It was a datachip. That must be some very important intel if they want it this badly.
"Where did you get that?"
"From that Chiss. It's what they were really after, but they were going to kill him because he wouldn't give it up."
"You've got yourself into quite a predicament."
"I know, I know, I know." We both ducked as we avoided an EMP grenade that would've short-circuited the speederbike had it touched it. "What do I do now?"
I looked away from him, and down into the traffic that flew by beneath us, and that's what gave me the idea. I put the speederbike on autopilot mode and stood up, trying very hard to keep my balance. The Sith looked up at me confused.
"What are you doing!?"
"Follow me, okay? I have an idea!"
We both jumped off of the speederbike, crashed through a glass window, and ended up in a room with an elevator in it, and a keypad beside the door on the wall.
"The Coruscant Underworld… Nice," he remarked. I input a ground level, the elevator opened, making a ding noise, and just as we entered and the doors closed, that Banshee character came around the corner shouting bloody murder and firing his rifle at us. "Phew. That was close," he said, and smiled. Kind of a strange time to smile, if you asked me. But still, I smiled back and sighed, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"Who are you?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"I am Darth Namialus."
"So, you are a Sith, then?"
"I prefer to think of myself as a rogue with honor."
I looked at him puzzlingly. "You are the strangest being I think I ever have met."
He laughed. "You try to insult me; it's amusing. I take it you are some kind of Jedi, Miss…?"
"Crescent. Natalie, Crescent. And yes, I am a Jedi Padawan." He smirked.
"You disgrace your Master."
I narrowed my eyes at him, and he laughed again. "What, may I ask, do you mean by that?"
He gave me no answer, but his smirk lingered. I rolled my eyes.
Finally, we arrived at our destination; Level 1215. The elevator shaft doors decompressed as they opened, and to our dismay, standing there, waiting for us was all three of those bounty hunter scum.
Stang.
The last thing I remember was hearing someone calling my name.
Hours later—or was it days?—I woke up, lying on a cold, hard floor, with a pounding headache, and no strength or resolve was amounted in me. I was feeling nauseas, yet I was hungry. And where was I anyway? My vision was a little blurry, and I closed my eyes and covered my mouth just then as I had a coughing fit.
"Crescent?" said a voice. "Are you alright?" I rubbed my eyes and looked up. It was the Sith pretender, Namialus.
"Yes, augh, I'm okay, I guess…" I held my stomach and moaned. "Was that chloroform? I feel awful…"
"No, it seems you're not okay. Here, you should lie down some more; sleep some more, if you can," he advised, leading me to the corner where he was sitting. He took off his cape and hood and crumpled it up for me to use as a pillow, and made me lie down. I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but it was denied me, so I just rested and listened to my surroundings.
There was a constant humming, probably a motor of some kind, and the room was big, so we must've been in some kind of cargo vessel. There were small, distant voices that I didn't recognize. They probably belonged to some ship staff. That's when a younger man dressed in civilian's clothes entered the room with a tray of food.
"You two are lucky the cooking here doesn't suck Bantha fodder," he said. I opened my eyes a little bit so I could see him. He was kind of short, but that attributed to his age—he was taller than me, anyway. He slid the food-tray through a special opening in the forcefield that kept us in our cell, and walked over to a chair by a row of control panels and gauges. He filled out something on his datapad, and then walked back over to us. "Name's Obi." He made a pause, and Namialus just stared at him with a blank expression. "And you are…?"
"Namialus," he replied sharply. "That's Crescent."
"No need for hostility, now."
"Tch."
"Okay, maybe there is… we did just capture you and stuff…" My friend rolled his eyes and passed me the tray and had me drink the cup of cool water that was provided us.
"You are a fool," remarked the Sith.
"Who's more foolish, the fool, or the fool who follows him?" Namialus glared. "Alright, alright. I guess this isn't the time for deep sayings." Then this "Obi" fellow looked around, saw that no one was there except us, and leaned forward a bit. "You know," he said in a whisper, "I can get you out."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's note:
This is how us Luminous Beings came together in the beginning. Check out FentonHardyFan's account to see a more recent story involving those from the Nexus Route, and check out Darth Namialus's account for the second chapter in a few days!
Ciao, and thanks for reading! :D Please R & R, I really appreciate that! :D
