A young-ling with reddish-brown hair, green eyes and pale skin was crouching in a now abandoned training room fumbling with a training droid, whose wires were exposed, and attempting to reprogram it with stun features for an idea the young one had in mind. The youngling had gotten a reputation for pranking people and this was bound to be his best one yet!

A smirk had come across the boy's features, oh yes this was a promising prospect indeed, and he would make sure it succeeded or his name wasn't- "Conrac!" an elderly voice called out. The newly dubbed Conrac whipped around to see the small form of Yoda standing before him. While most would say it would be hard to be intimidated by a figure of such small stature as Yoda, to Conrac it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life, he had been caught! "O-oh hey M-master Yoda uh I was just um-Fixing the droid! Yeah, it had taken quite the beating in the last, uh training session!" Conrac stuttered out nervously. The elderly jedi simply gave him a stern look before producing both a smile and a stunner. "Forgot this, you may have." Yoda responded before handing the stunner to Conrac who had changed from fearful to shocked to happy in a very short period. "Yes of course Master Yoda! Thank you very much!" Conrac stated, sharing a secret, knowing smile with the small master, whom had nodded before walking away, allowing the Jedi-in-training to continue his work.

Later that day, screams of terror erupted from the training quarters before Conrac

could be seen sprinting down the hall with a shit-eating grin on his face, speeding by a bewildered Mace Windu and a now innocent looking Yoda. "Master Yoda...why did you help him?" Windu asked inquisitively, noticing the change in Yoda's behavior. "The soul, Good for it, it is." He replied, a cheeky grin on his face as he left a deadpanning Mace Windu behind.

At the same time on Nar shaddaa a young brown skinned human boy was scurrying through a trash compactor hoping to get some food, he was weak and frail, he never knew his parents, and the locals said that they abandoned him here to rot and die. He thought the world was cruel, he has to do everything he can to get out of here. But of course he was small and weak, with no credits to back up his dreams. Finally getting out of the trash compactor he had found some preserved rations…"Why do the rich waste so much…" he mumbled to himself saddened by the fact that the wealthy waste so much food while the poor like him are starving every night. as he walked by the market he could see on the projected was two people fighting, one for their freedom and the other for some other prize, one was small but fast and wore no armor but a loincloth, the other wore armor and had a jetpack he was so shiny almost like the star light yet cool like the blue night sky. It wasn't hard to see this shiny man winning the fight, and he did. At the end it showed the shiny warriors name..Jango Fett the mandalorian .."I'll be just like him one day...strong...and not some street rat." The boy, Marlev uttered under his breath as he walked towards a alley, huddling into the corner and eating his trash rations.

6 years later

A now 13 year-old Conrac stood in the training room of the Jedi temple, today was a very important day for him, though he didn't know that yet. He had a good grasp on the hilt of his light saber as he bobbed and weaved trying to avoid the blaster fire from the training mech. As he was training, a small audience of Jedi masters and scholars gathered to observe him and the other younglings. Two in particular looked upon him with interest, one being Jedi master Mace Windu and Jedi master Yoda. "Master Yoda...it seems young Varden is growing very strong...his skills with a blade are matched by few his age." said Mace Windu admiring the younglings progression, causing the elder to hum in thought before replying "Good student, he is. Ways in the force, he shall go far in." Yoda said appraisingly "Much darkness, however, in his heart there is." Yoda added. "Hmm..his mind is not clear…" Mace Windu noted, reaching out with the force to sense the troubled state of the younglings mind. "He...needs a figure..someone to look up to..that..is what he longs for." Mace Windu realized..finally finding what troubled the young one so much.

Back with Conrac, they had moved on from the training droid to force manipulation. The test involved the youngling to sit in a meditative position in the center of eight rocks. The rocks were varied in size and formed a circle around the youngling, the point of the test was to see how many of the rocks he could pick up with the force. Due to the unbalanced state of mind young Conrac had at the moment, it was doubtful he would be able to succeed in any large number. Conrac himself, however believed, somewhat arrogantly, that there was nothing wrong with him. So as Conrac sat down and began his meditation, he focused through the force on the rocks in front of him. The first rock, one could barely call more than a pebble, so levitating it came as no trouble towards Conrac. Then Conrac lifted the second rock, this one, while marginally larger than the first, was still only about as big as an adult shoe. Levitating both this and the first was harder though not necessarily difficult. The third rock, however was the size of his torso as such it took an even greater amount of concentration for him, lifting this along with the other two rocks was a difficult task though he managed it. "He's struggling...he won't make it past the next obstacle." Windu whispered, so he wouldn't break the younglings concentration. Windu had begun to notice beads of sweat trickle down the younglings forehead. "Surprise you, he may." Yoda responded evenly. The fourth rock was a small boulder, easily the size of Conrac himself. Exerting more concentration than he ever had previously, Conrac struggled to even lift the small boulder off the ground, streams of sweat coming down his face. Pushing himself past his limit, he managed to lift the rock above the ground by a few feet. With a final heave Conrac finally lost concentration and abruptly let go of the rocks, causing them to land on the ground with a loud thump, meanwhile Conrac was gasping for air. "Impressive." master Windu again noted the youngling pushing the limit he had bestowed upon him.

A couple hours later, the training room is now being cleaned out and the younglings slowly leave one by one leaving Conrac alone by himself meditating.

I'm such a mess, I mean I can't even lift four measly rocks? ROCKS?! Everyone must think I'm an idiot.. Conrac thought, how could he be expected to become a Jedi master at the rate he was going? It was then a shadow fell over Conrac. Noticing the presence, Conrac opened his eyes to see Jedi master Windu standing before him. "Most padawans don't get this far...let alone younglings" Mace Windu stated, complementing Conrac's performance. "Master Windu? What are you talking about? I couldn't lift a rock!" Conrac stated, confused at the masters words. "You struggled at the fourth rock most younglings don't get passed the first two and padawans struggle to lift the third , your progression is far beyond your years. But I can't help but wonder what would happen to your progression...if you had a tutor. And before you ask the council has requested that I take an apprentice..I have made my choice Varden..Will you be my Apprentice?" Mace Windu offered to the now flabbergasted apprentice.

On Nar shaddaa

At the same time on Nar shaddaa the young now thirteen year old Marlev was in the Market by the food stall, he had taken to the hobby of stealing spare credits from people's pockets , although this usually resulted in him getting beaten these credits allowed him to buy food and other supplies he desperately needed. He had outgrown his clothing and what he was wearing barely qualified as a rag..but he still found a way to survive. Trash compactors, garbage pins, recycling units, and even picking pockets..all just to get by. He decided to wander by one of the hutts bars, when he saw an ad for a job as a janitor...apparently cheap labor was cheaper then a droid. 'I need the credits...' Marlev thought trying to make sure he was making the right choice here..and he went to the hutt's palace and applied to the receptionist, in which he was accepted, a young man will probably work for a longer time than some forty year old hobo.

However Marlev had a different plan, he would do the job but each day he would fake getting lost in the hutt's palace so he could learn the interior, eventually one night he found out where the hutt kept all their credits and valuables, and the dumb slug didn't even have a guard there. Marlev took initiative and ran into the room and took straight to the computer to transfer credits to his own account..which was sadly empty beforehand. 'I can't believe this is happening' Marlev thought, tears of joy springing out of his face as the numbers on his account rose higher and higher. But something wasn't right the alarm in the palace went off and red lights flashed everywhere, Marlev lingered a moment longer to pocket some physical credits and ran down the hallway where he found two of the hutt's guards, they immediately tried to attack him, but the small framed Marlev side-stepped the first and slid under the last's legs, and ran faster than he ever ran before. he made it outside the palace and ran for the terrace, if he could leave this elevation and maybe get to a ship bay or some other place of safety he could finally leave, and be free. As he ran to the edge of the terrace a squadron of Hutt guards and bounty hunters surrounded him, he had to do something...so he looked down and saw a pipe not far leading lower to another platform...he didn't spare any more thought and jumped landing on the pipe and hiding from the Hutt gangs view. Slowly making his way down the pipe, he slipped and he almost lost balance but he regained it, he had too much to lose.

Finally making it to the lower terrace no one suspected the young street rat to be filthy rich, he ran to a cafe and bought so much food, he almost threw up, but then he remembered all the starving people on the lower levels, this brought him back to reality. He ordered tons of food and rations preservations to be delivered to the lower level slums so that everyone could eat. with a clear conscious he headed to an old droid shop, he was still a boy and couldn't go toe to toe with any experienced bounty hunters or a simple bully, as he browsed the shop he noticed and ol junk droid with the designation written on his rusted front framing… "HK-74" Marlev noted out loud in which the counter man yelled "Listen you little rat i bet you don't even have the money for that piece of scrap!" But Marlev paid him no mind knowing full well he could afford this droid. Hk was big, tall and from the looks was made to hold a weapon..he was perfect. "I'll buy him!" he shouted to the big loaf at the counter as Marlev presented his account and paid in full, feeling satisfied at the new look on the owner's face.

Marlev put Hk on basic protocol and had him follow Marlev to an abandoned alley. He started programming Hk but he knew very little about droids and set him to his default function. "Designation HK-74 assassination and bodyguard droid at attention. Query: My masters designation is ...Marlev Galen..odd it appears my last master has been grinded like the meat bag he was.. Statement..it appears you, young meatba- I mean master..now have full authority over me. What do you command of me?" Hk stated and questioned scaring Marlev slightly. "Listen..uh..I just need you to guard me and make sure no one harms me ok..?" Marlev somewhat ordered the rusted Hk unit. "Guard against all other meat bags and piles of scrap..Acceptable." Hk stated with his..odd humor. "Ok, lets head off to the market we need to buy more things" Marlev stated leading Hk into the market where they would then buy a Sniper rifle for Hk with a decent amount of ammunition, then next they went to the clothes stall where they bought a black flight suit for Marlev and a poncho for the both of them. "HK can you interface with the holonet?" Marlev questioned the now armed droid. "Statement: I am fully able to interface with the holonet..although it has changed a lot since last I was active." Hk responded. "Ok well lets get to the terminal..I want to see something" Marlev says as they walk towards the terminal. "I may need a moment to update" HK said as he started the interface, the update didn't take long and he had full remote access to the holonet. "Query: is there anything you are searching for master?" Hk questioned the patiently waiting boy "Yes, I want you to search up everything about mandalorian' and if they left anything here."' Marlev stated...he has so yearned for a moment to learn about his people...most specifically his parents. "Query: something is..odd, Apparently there is a mandalorian cache of supplies four levels below us. Statement: it appears that your surname Galen is not of mandalorian origin...this development I will have to research later, Hutt troopers are heading toward the cache as we speak, we must act swiftly. I would very much like to upgrade my...degraded armor." Hk stated, and Marlev eager to find this cache, took off running with Hk following. "Ok lets hurry!" Marlev yelled as the duo ran down to the cache to find two Hutt troops guarding the outside while the door was opened "Hk take care of these bastards" Marlev ordered the stone cold droid, and he did, Hk used his rifle to a professional and efficient degree sending a blaster bolt through both of the hutt's scum's heads in a matter of seconds. "Statement: we should breach the room quickly so these meat bags don't soil your birthright master." Hk stated in which Marlev nodded and the two ran to the side of the door. "I can handle this master..I need the practice." Hk said as he quickly turned the corner and fired upon the Hutt bastards inside leaving none standing.

"Is it done?" Marlev questioned still outside the room "The cache is clear master..and I think you will very much like what I have accomplished." Hk stated poking a hutt trooper in the head with his rifle. Marlev entered the cache, and although the stench of death was hard to avoid he found weapons, armor even credits and preserved rations for days..but he saw something odd in the crate. It was armor like Jango Fett the hunter he saw when he was little, although this armor was black like the night sky and it could be adjusted depending on the size of the user. "Hey Hk, mind helping me put this on?" Marlev asked and ordered the Hk unit in which Hk helped Marlev get some of this armor on. "Statement: Master… this material I have seen before, Mandalorians of old age would use this metal to fight even Jedi, This will serve you well its Beskar mandalorian iron." Hk stated fitting the modern aged mandalorian armor onto Marlev. "Hk we should replace your plating as well' Marlev said as he but the armor on, finally feeling it through. "Explanation: While you were looking I found a crate of Beskar plating, we can use this for myself." Hk stated as he pointed to a workbench which Beskar plating on it. 'Ok Hk let's see what we can do for you' Marlev stated heading over to the workbench with Hk. They would remove Hk's plating and with The majority of the work Hk doing would replace Hk's brown rusted armor with a black onyx Beskar plating inch for inch of his hull. 'Master you should look around while i upgrade my interior components' Hk states very happy about his new plating. Marlev decided to look around again, he found a three round burst blaster rifle, a Vibroblade, and a rocket/jet pack, he quickly added this to his arsenal while Hk had finished his upgrade with a built in rangefinder and thermal scanner, as well as fixing other out of date components. Hk then took the mass collection of weapons and gadgets as he and Marlev started adding gadgets to their armors like Wrist blades, Thermal detonators, a flamethrower and slug throwing shotgun for Hk, now fully geared up they left the cache after planting some explosives..no one would find this place.

They traveled up to the spaceport where Hk set of the explosives to distract the Hutt's troop's, on that moment they approached a vendor about spaceships. On the list they found a ship that met their needs, stealth capabilities, plenty of guns and rockets, cargo space, and plenty of empty rooms with barracks and a private quarter for the captain, it was colored a beautiful onyx black its apparently based upon an old D5-mantis this new one was called the D11-Mantis was perfect for any hunter, Marlev now had a chance to become like his idol Jango Fett, with Hk's approval they bought the ship putting a massive dent in their small fortune, as they entered the new D11 they got themselves acquainted with the ship, barracks, holonet, galaxy map, storage, engineering, and plenty of space. After getting settled and flying of Nar shaddaa Marlev approached Hk who was now in the engineering portion of the ship "Hk..I need you..to train me how fight!' Marlev exclaimed, in which Hk simple replied 'Exclamation: I would be happy to train you Master" Hk said causing the boy Marlev to brighten up.

And so Marlev trained and trained becoming proficient in sword fighting and a efficient marksmen with his rifle. He would now start taking missions and bounties so he and Hk could get by..now it was just them and the stars...Marlev was finally free.


Hey guys Kirabi Kaminari here alongside Browarrior, bring you a star wars fan fiction like no other...I hope..any way, Please Review and favorite I love you all and I hope you like this fic! Oorah!