S'up, peeps! S'about time I started writing a Star Wars fan fic, and I can't wait to share with you of what I have. And no, I'm not gonna compare Disney Canon with Legends Canon, because I haven't seen all of them and mostly got my information from the Wookieepedia page, though from what I have seen of both sides (I'm not gonna name names), both had their fair share of ups and downs. However, I typically lean towards Legends continuity for its sheer vastness of scope and lore, which makes for better material to ape off of. This continuity, (known as "Rogues Continuity") will borrow elements from much of the Expanded Universe, with the Yuuzhan Vong War being the cutoff date for which the new timeline will be spawned. Although probably not the classiest way to handle such a franchise, the Disney Canon aped off the success of the EU many a times (Admiral Thrawn, the Imperial Inquisitors, Death Watch, etc), so I think anything is fair in this arena. ;)

I decided that my first story within this continuity would be about my OC Trandoshan character, Slissh, largely because Trandoshans are my personal favorite race within Star Wars and also because I felt that they don't get as much attention as I would like. Originally created for a tabletop game in college as a male character, and in fact is the inspiration for my user name, Slishes Maloney, I have since decided to turn her into a female, mainly just as a running gag about how Trandoshans in my Rogues Continuity lack any sort of sexual dimorphism, and thus males and females cannot be easily told apart by non-Trandoshans. That, and I wanted a female protagonist in Star Wars who was not a human nor considered sexually attractive by human standards in anyway. She's also not really much of a role model for little girls, either, as you will soon see. ;)

This was originally an idea I had for a videogame; a

Witcher 3 meets Gears of War, but since I know nothing about programming nor have the funds to pay for someone who does know about programming to make the game for me, it will have to be a fanfiction, for now.

Warning: There will be a lot of swearing and violence in this particular story. Please do not read if you are squeamish. You have been warned. :/

Also, feel free to leave me a review and tell me what you think! If you like it, cool! If not, then that's cool, too! Just tell me what I can do to improve, and I will try and rework it!" Consider this a "training chapter," for things to come. :D

The year is 74 A.B.Y. forty-five years after the Yuuzhan Vong War. After four, long years of indecisive combat, the Extragalactic invaders were finally defeated through the combined efforts of the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant and the New Jedi Order, forcing the majority of their fleet out of the known galaxy and back into the abyss of Unknown Space. With the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant, it was decided that the three factions would agree to indefinite peace, split the galaxy into different sectors of their respective influence, and only agreeing to battle one another if the other side provoked the others into conflict. And for forty-five years, the treaty had been largely successful. However, with each party weakened by the war with the Vong, several factions of Trandoshan clans, gangs and mercenaries were formed all around the galaxy to test their metal against the crumbing foundations. Having been forced to fight off the Vong all on their own, the Trandoshans felt abandoned by the galaxy at large, and thus took their vengeance out on all major parties, The New Republic for siding with their longtime rivals, the Wookiees, and blockading their advances onto Kashyyyk to earn more hunting trophies and slave labor, their former Imperial allies for leaving them to die, as well as the Jedi Order for simply being in the way of the their so-called "fun." Two noticeable clans have made their mark on the galaxy at large, those being the Darsshk clan nestled within the Outer Rim worlds, infamous of their kidnapping of other sapient species to hunt them for sport, and the, more or less, honorable Driggo clan, who acts mostly within the law and only hunts after wildlife and criminals. This story tells the tale of a young, Driggo-Clan huntress, seeking to prove her medal in the eyes of her goddess, the Score Keeper, as well as to seek vengeance on the one who humiliated her in front of her chief deity.

Chapter 1: In-Terror-Gation

Location: Coruscant's Lower Levels

Time of Day: 3:25 P.M.

Mission Objective: Get answers from Jekk Harnekk on the whereabouts of Grey-Fang

Slissh climbed to the top of a four story building, carrying an enormous sword and rifle on her back, using little more than her claws and her sheer might scale the walls. After making it to the top and holding herself high in triumph, she soon started panting heavily from both the climb as well the several miles worth of tracking she performed to find her quarry. "Ah shit. That was a pain in the ass to get through." She walked over to the edge of the building, sniffing the air for the Bothan and using her infrared vision to pin point his exact location. Her nose eventually lead her in the direction of a small, makeshift shack standing between buildings that were barely prettier to look at than the sad excuse for a dwelling, only about a couple hundred meters from her location. "There you are." Slissh unslung the rifle off her back and zoomed with the scope to better utilize her thermal vision. She quickly spotted three armed mercenaries guarding the outer perimeter, and even though there were no windows, she could make out some faint shapes of the heat signatures of least seven bodies, five of which were guarding the door, while the other two appeared to be closer together. Talking about something, maybe. "Bingo! I got ya, now, Jekk! Time to make you squeal!"

Within the shack of the smalltime Bothan drug lord, Jekk Harnekk, mercenaries dawning white armor and blue shield insignias known as the "Blue Bulwarks" were protecting the crime lord while their Chiss leader, Alekt Bardin, made the final arrangements with their new employer.

"So, we're agreed, then?" Alekt Bardin asked, somewhat irritably. "You pay us everything you have, now, then pay the rest after you get more money."

"On top of the free samples each of your boys will get," Jekk Harnekk quickly added. "S-Sorry I can't promise a larger sum of credits, ol' chap," Jekk nervously said. "But, as you can see, money has been exceptionally, tight these days, what with all the competition going around, all the bills that need to be paid, that sort of thing. But, rest assured, commander, you and your men will be rewarded most handsomely."

Alekt sighed. "Well, then I suppose that will have to do." He reached out his hand. "Alright. It's Deal, Harnekk."

"Jolly good, sir!" Harnekk beamed, taking Bardin hand. "I promise, I will give you everything and more when this is all over. Now, are you sure the men outside know what they're doing?"

"Don't worry, Harnekk," Bardin assured him. "Those boys are a little green, but they can handle anything, down here."

A Whiphid, a Rodian and a Human, all wielding blaster rifles, guarded the entrance to their employer's hut with little enthusiasm. The Whiphid looked legitimately uncomfortable, sweating profusely in his thick fur and armor, while the Rodian and Human simply looked bored out of their skulls.

"Man!" the Human complained. "This stinks!"

"Yeah, I get it, Baub," the Rodian resented, smoking a cigarette. "You don't have to remind me how bad Rodians smell. Not my fault you Humans have glass noses."

"No, no, Roddo!" Baub assured him. "I mean, this job stinks. I mean, we're sitting out here, numbing our asses off, while the boss and the Bothan are haven't even reach an agreement about our pay. And looking at that piece a crap he calls a hideout, a really doubt this guy is gonna pay us more than what a Nerf steak sandwich costs."

Roddo sighed, sharing his cohort's sentiment and passing the cigarette to him. "Yeah. Probably gonna be another cheapskate who's gonna skimp out on payment, then be shot dead or be up to his neck in debt before he can deliver the goods." Baub passed him back the cigarette, of which Roddo gladly took, breathing in the smok before puffing out a big grey cloud, inadvertently blowing in his Whiphid friend's face.

The Whiphic coughed as he brushed the smoke from his face "Well, at least you guys can take the heat, out here." the Whiphid grumbled. "I really wish we were guarding him on some ice planet. I think I'm gonna die of heatstroke, soon."

"Then why don't you just take off your armor, Brellus?" Roddo questioned, smushing the now burnt out cigarette under his boot. "Or better yet, why don't you just shave off all that fuzz? It's gotta be riding something fierce up your ass, right now."

"Are you kidding me?" Brellus protested. "If I take my armor off, the boss will have me shot on sight. Plus, I need to keep my fur on to attract all the females. They're not really turned on by the idea of being courted by baldies, if you catch my drift?"

"Huh, gross," Baub said, flatly. Remembering what Brellus told him earlier, he asked, "Say, Brellus, I thought you said Whiphids were really hard to kill. Like, if you got shot up really bad, you could just go into a "healing coma" and feel better, or some shit like that."

"Well, yeah," Brellus admitted. "But, just because I can doesn't mean I want to. Getting shot hurts like hell, and combining the heat from the blasters and the heat of this freaking smog, I'm definitely a goner, healing coma or not. Plus, do you guys really want to haul my hundred and fifty kilogram ass all the way back to the ship?"

"Huh," Roddo realized. "Point taken."

"Yeah," Baub agreed, chuckling at the prospect. "I'd very much not like to be caught out in the open with my pants down. I mean, I like you, Brellus, but not that much."

"Hmph," Brellus teasingly scoffed. "Well, fine. Then, I'll just leave your sorry ass in the dust the next time you get sh…"

"Sh! Quiet!" Roddo whispered. "I sense something."

"What is it, Roddo?" Baub inquired.

"Some kinda trouble?" Brellus, readying his rifle.

"Just shut up for a second!" Roddo turned his antennae around to search for vibrations, sniffed the air for unfamiliar scents, and focused his bulbous eyes to detect any heat signatures. He turned his head to the sound of ominous growls coming from atop the adjacent buildings, and after catching a whiff of its scent, he noticed it smelt like something reptilian. Eventually, he managed to find the creature with his infrared vision, and what he found scared him shitless. He gasped. "Up there! It's a snipe..!" But too late, the Rodian was shot square in the head, the blast being powerful enough to reduce his cranium to ashes. His body collapsed with a sickening thud.

"Oh! Shit! Roddo!" Baub screamed in terror! "They fucking killed Roddo!"

"Forget him!" Brellus commanded. "Just shoot that guy down!"

The Whiphid and the Human fired upon Slissh with reckless abandon. She chuckled, sadistically, at the sight of their poorly aimed shots. "Ha! Amateurs!" She fired another shot into the human's chest, his breastplate doing nothing but melting at the strike of her high-caliber round..

"Oh shit! Baub!" Brellus exclaimed, shocked at the horror of seeing his friend dead on the ground." Brellus ran for the door knocked it open.

"Brellus!" Commander Bardin barked. "What the hell is going on, out there!"

"Sir! We're under attack!" Brellus breathily cried. "We gotta leave, right…" But before he could finish, he was shot right in the back, causing his enormous carcass to come crashing down on the floor."

"Holy shit!" Bardin said in shock. He pointed to three of his men. "Arnus, Freller, Domus! Go outside and find that assassin! The rest of you, stay with me and protect Harnekk!"

"Oh no!" Harnekk sniveled. "He's found me! He's found me, and he wants to kill me! Oh gods, please don't let that happen!"

"Don't worry, Harnekk!" Bardin assured him. He pointed to the closest just behind Harnekk's desk. "Just stay in there for a second, and we'll make sure nothing happens to you."

Harnekk smiled. "Gods bless you, Bardin!" He ran right into the closet and shut the doors.

Slissh looked through her scope to see that more men poured out of the building, and she just smiled. "Great! He's got less protection, now! Time to make my big entrance!" Slissh slung her rifle onto her back and took her blaster pistol from her leg holster, attaching a grappling hook onto it and aiming it just above the shack and into the wall behind it. She fired and took a step back to gain a running start. She deliver a might battle cry as she swung across the city slums, gaining the attention of the mercenaries outside who immediately fire upon her. Slissh laughed at the excitement that was unfolding. "Ha! You couldn't hit the broadside of a Rancor's cock, you useless piles of fucking meat!" However, a stray shot managed to actually it the grappling hook's cable, it now only holding by a few tethers. "Oh no." Soon, the tethers were completely broken and Slissh came plummeting down. "Ah shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Slissh landed right through the roof of the shack, landing on the floor on her stomach with a painful thud. Soon, the rickety walls of the shack came tumbling down, and now Slissh was left completely vulnerable. Slissh painfully stood, coughing. "Man that coulda gone better." Soon, however, she was surrounded by the Blue Bulwarks, all with rifles aimed at her, save for Bardin, who had a pistol, instead. She rose her hands up in surrender. "Yep. Way, way better."

"Surrender now, lizard!" Bardin commanded. "Drop your weapons, and we might just let you live."

Slissh sighed in irritation. "Come, guys! There's no need to get personal, here. I have no beef with you guys, in particular. I just want the Bothan, and then I'll be on my merry way."

"Not gonna happen, Trandoshan," Bardin insisted. "This man is under my protection, and until his contracts up, we ain't going nowhere."

Slissh began laughing at this bullshit. "Oh, sure! Harnekk's gonna pay you lots of fucking credits for tryna protect his sorry ass! Yes, sirree!" He chuckled. "Oh, give me a fucking break! Harnekk's not gonna pay you shit! This deadbeat squandered his family's inheritance, years ago. He barely had enough money to pay his last bodyguard, let alone nine of you. I guarantee if you make a deal with him, you're gonna come up empty. So, just save yourselves the pain and give him to me. I get exactly what I want and, in return, I don't kill the rest of you."

Bardin scoffed. "You got balls on you, Trando, I'll give you that. But the answer is still no." He aimed his pistol at her head. "Now, for the last time; drop…your fucking weapons…and surrender…or I shoot you right in your fucking head. Understand."

Slissh chuckled. "A noble bunch of mercenaries, ain't ya? Well, alright, I surrender then." Slissh unshouldered her rifle and sword and pulled her knife from the holster on her chest, tossing them all on the ground. "I'm all yours, handsome."

Alekt cringed at that comment and pointed to two of his men behind him, a Weequay and another Human. "Queb! Nory! Get his weapons and cuff him!"

The Weequay walked behind her, pointing a blaster pistol at her back, while the Human, nervously, approached her with electrified manacles. Slissh just smiled at the whimpering Human, and when he was in range of her claws, Slissh quickly smacked the manacles out his hands and kicked him into Alekt, while she backhanded the Weequay into the mercenaries behind her. Only having a split second to react, Slissh grabbed her pistol off and shot all four mercenaries behind her dead. However, she left herself vulnerable, and Alekt and the Human merc took shots at her from behind, her armor being the only thing keeping her alive. However, Alekt managing to shoot the pistol from her hand. "Gaw!" Slissh yelled in pain, and she decided to run to the corpses, picking up one and using it as a shield.

"It didn't have to be this way, Chiss!" Slissh yelled to her attackers. With one hand, she held the body out in front of her, with the other she ran for her knife and tossed it at the Human, the force powerful enough to stab right through to the back of his head, causing his body to fire in all directions before collapsing onto the floor. Slissh tossed the body at Alekt, knocking him flat on his ass, before reaching for her sword and lifting the stunned Chiss right off the ground with one hand. She pinned him against the wall, before stabbing her sword right through his gut. Blood came spewing out of his mouth as he gasped for air. "But, ya just had to fuck with the wrong lizard, didn't ya?" As Alekt gasped his last breath, Slissh simply let his body slip right off her sword. She swiped her sword to get rid of the excess blood and then sheathed it. She sniffed the air in sick, sadistic pleasure, before her infrared vision allowed her to spot Harnekk hiding in a closet. She ripped the doors right off its hinges, and she looked down at the sniveling dog. "Now, then, you're coming with me, Harnekk."

"No! Please!" Harnekk begged. "Don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want!"

Slisshed grabbed the Bothan by the arm and easily picked him up to eye level with a single hand. "What I want are answers! So, you better tell me exactly what I want, or I'll turn you into a fucking scarf, you hear me? No bullshit of any kind."

"Y-y-yes! Yes I hear you, sir! Loud and clear."

"Good! Then tell me, where is…" However, before Slissh could get another word out, Brellus busted out of the wreckage of the fallen walls, roaring a mighty roar.

"What the hell?" Slissh questioned in surprise. "I thought I killed you, already?"

"What happened?" Brellus inquired worriedly. "Where is everybody?" Brellus saw the corpse of his fallen comrades and gasped. "Domus, Frellus, Alekt!" He angrily turned his attention towards Slissh. "What did you do?"

Slish pulled Harnekk closer to her chest, and put her sword to his throat "Back off, Furball, or Harnekk's gets cut into minced, Bantha meat!"

"You think I care about that cheap, little son of a bitch?!" Brellus angrily shouted. "You killed my friends, my comrades, my brothers-in-arms!"

"Oh, cry me a fucking river, Furball! They were in my way!"

"You're dead, lizard!" He charged at her, claws and tusks extended. "Double dead!"

Slissh sighed in exasperation. "Great!" She haphazard tossed Harnekk aside, before Brellus tackled her into the wall. Slissh attempted to bring her blade down on the Whiphid's face, but the creature held her sword arm in place, while her opposite hand did its best to keep the Whiphid's other arm and gigantic mouth out of reach of her own face. Most races crumbled under the might of a Trandoshan, but Whiphids were stronger than most humanoids, and he was exceptionally pissed, right now, while Slissh was quite tired from the fight before, and she was not used to being manhandled by species comparable to her in strength." She had to think of something and fast. Come on, Klessk! she thought to herself as she tried to remember her mother's training. What was it you told me to do to get out of situations like this! Then it hit her, and soon enough, Brellus himself, as she kicked him straight in the crotch, causing him to cease up on his advances for a moment, enough for her to push him away and onto the floor. Bingo! The "cheapshot maneuver!" Thanks a lot, Klessk!" Slissh roared as she brought her sword down on Brellus, but the brute proved quick-witted enough to grab for her knife on the floor, and cut off her hand in one stroke, sending it and the sword flying across the room.

"Gaaaaaaaaaw!" Slissh howled in agonyas she held her bloodied stump. Ah hell! Not again! However, Slissh would have to ignore the pain, for now, as the Whiphid attempt to shank her in the gut, but a quick swipe of her claws directed the blade, downward, and she head-butted him away. Brellus swiped at her, again, but Slissh managed to dodge his attack. Brellus swung, one more, but again, Slissh dodged it and managed to punch the Whiphid in the face. This simply made Brellus angrier, and he swiped harder and faster than before, causing Slissh to work twice as hard to stay on her toes, parrying his strikes and trying to go for a solid hit. Eventually, Slissh managed to grab his knife hand to hold it in place, but the enraged Brellus would not be finished so easily, and he viciously bit into her shoulder, his jaws proving strong enough to sink his tusks through her tough hide. Slissh cried out in pain, doing her best to fight through the excruciating sensation.

Eventually, she replaced her pain with rage, and she summoned the strength to push the Whiphid into the wall, slamming his knife hand into the wall, multiple times, before he eventually let it go. Slissh then dug her claws into the Whiphid's belly, his thick hide and blubber giving him just enough protection to keep the attack from being fatal, but painful enough for him to loosen his bite on Slissh, allowing her shrug his mouth off her shoulder and rip his tusks right off from the force. Brellus yelled in pain, and Slissh delivered a bite of her own to the Whiphid's shoulder. The Whiphid's tough hide and fur proved only annoying for the brute, however, and he managed to successfully push her face off his shoulder, before eventually getting her into neutral position, again.

Once again, the giants found themselves deadlocked. However, unbeknownst to the clashing titans was Harnekk crawling over to one of the dead merc's blaster pistols and shakily taking aim at Slissh. He tried his best to make sure not to hit Brellus, but the two ultimately kept moving too much for him to get a clear shot. "By the gods! Hold still, for a second let me end this scuffle, already!" However, anxiety hit the Bothan harder than he had ever felt, before, and he instinctively closed his eyes and blindly fired the blaster.

Unfortunately for Harnek, however, Slissh managed to spin turn Brellus around just in time to hit the Whiphid in the back, causing him to howl in pain and lose his grip on the Trandoshan. With a sadistic smile, Slissh tackled Brellus with all her might through the crumbling walls and right off the edge of the street into the abyss below, causing the Whiphid to plummet to his doom, the screams of his inevitable death like music in Slissh's ears. Slissh roared in victory, before turning back to the ruined shack to finish what she started.

Slissh walked over to a sniveling Harnekk, who aimed the blaster pistol at her, but was too scared to fire. Slissh slapped the gun right out of his hand, and while the Bothan tried to crawl away, Slissh simply picked him up by his foot, causing him to yelp in fear. "Now, then! Where we?"

Slissh hung Harnekk above the bustling streets, the sounds of moving speeders causing the Bothan great fear and. "Now, tell me, Harnekk! Where exactly is Gray Fang! Fess up, quickly, or you're going to be a nice, greasy stain on the floor, real soon!"

"I…I don't know where he is, I swear!"

"Bullshit!" Slissh lowered her arm, causing the Bothan to scream. "You were his employer, for a long time! You have to know what happened to him! Now, tell where the Wookie is, or you're dead!"

Harnekk began to actually cry tears. "I told you, I don't know! I let him off as soon as his contract was up, and then he just up and disappeared!"

"Did he say exactly where he was going?

"N-n-not that I can remember, no."

"Really now?" Slissh began shaking Harnekk up and down so fast that the Bothan felt like he would toss his cookies. "Maybe this will jog your memory!"

"Alright! Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Harnekk begged, causing Slissh to cease her shaking. "N-n-now that you mention it," Harnekk said, woozily, "He said something about going into the Outer Rim Worlds to look for more work. But that's all I know, I swear! He didn't tell me anything else!"

Slissh smiled, satisfied by the answer. "See? Was that so hard? You've been a very good boy, Harnekk. I think you deserve a treat."

"Th-th-thank you, sir!" Harnekk laughed with relief. "You really are merciful, gentleman!"

"How about a nice, relaxing dip," Slissh finished. "Right in the slums, below!"

"What?!" Harnekk questioned in fearful disbelief! "B-b-but, you said I was a good…"

"Oh, and by the way, Harnekk, Slissh interrupted. "I'm a woman." And with that, Slissh mercilessly dropped the Bothan to his death, the pitiful creature screaming his last breath." As Slissh turned to leave, she held a hand to her hear to listen to the body crashing below, and to her delight, she heard a wonderful, metallic crunch, as speeder alarms went off. She smiled and nodded, before going off to go get her things.

As soon as Slissh sheathed all of her weapons, she decided rip open the door to Harnekk's safe to take the last of his already fading money. To add further insult to injury, Slissh also decided to steal Harnekk's secret stash of death sticks hidden in his closet, taking a hit of the stuff to numb the serious amount of pain she was in. "Aaaah. Seems like old Harnekk was good for something, after all."

As Slissh walked out of the crumbling shack, she chuckled as she tossed the clinking satchel of credits, up and down, in her hand, wondering what she should do with it to celebrate. After looking at her stump of a hand, she knew exactly what to do. She put the satchel on her belt "First off, a few drinks at the bar. Then, to the Outer Rim Worlds, we go." And with that, Slissh walked off to her next destination.

However, unbeknownst to our Trandoshan mercenary, was that the Whiphid, Brellus, was, in fact, still very much alive. Critically injured, but alive, all the same, his broken body lying in the muggy water of Coruscant's lower levels. With a little bit of effort, Brellus clenched his fist in rage, swearing vengeance against the Trandoshan who murdered his friends. I'm coming for you lizard. Very, very soon. You're gonna regret the day you ever crossed paths with me.