"Hey, leave him alone, you core-slimes!"

The voice echoed along the streets and alleyways of the Lower City of Taris. Young, and usually ignored, the Twi'lek girl was brought up short as suddenly she was the centre of attention. A gang of Vulkars stared at her, some with avarice in their eyes, some with wrath, and one with lust. However, the most striking eyes were those of the wookiee in the middle of the group. His eyes were pleading, seeming to say 'Help me', even without any noticeable human expressions. Any further remarks died in her throat as she actually counted the number of Black Vulkars whose whole and undivided attention she now had.

Seven, eight, nine… nine Vulkars. Maybe I should just go…

The blue-skinned girl began to slowly back away, before bumping into what felt like a very sturdy wall. Suddenly, she was on the floor, with a human pinning her down; his grip, a vice against her wrists and neck.

Okay… ten Vulkars. This was not my best idea…

"What's the hurry, little Twi'lek? Not gonna finish what you were saying? Now I know you weren't trying to interfere with the Black Vulkars, right?"

The girl struggled fiercely, but the man atop her may as well have been that rancor in the sewers for how much chance she had of breaking free. She knew this wasn't going to end well for her if she didn't get away, so she did the only thing she could think of. The spittle hit the human in the eye, and as he flinched away, she managed to wrench her wrists out of his hands and bolted down the hallway.

Unfortunately, she didn't make it far enough to escape the man's reach before he recovered. His meaty fist closed around her ankle, and she tripped and landed hard on the ground.

"You little bitch!"

The man flipped her over and raised a fist to strike the girl. Before he could, however, the wookiee they had been harassing let out a roar that seemed to shake the very streets for its volume. Before the man could fully turn around, the furry giant slammed into him, bearing him to the ground and striking his head against the cold duracrete. Again and again, his head was slammed into the floor, until his head split open and the ground was stained red. That was when the first bolt struck the wookiee in the back. The twi'lek's screams of fear and despair mingled with the wookiee's roar of pain and rage, and the girl scuttled back as far as she could, hiding in a corner behind the firing circle, hoping that they would forget about her once they were done with this.

The other Vulkars hadn't been sitting idle while this happened. When the wookiee broke free of the two men that had been holding him, the rest had hesitated for only a moment before pulling out their blasters. After all, an enraged wookiee was not a creature to be trifled with. As the wookiee had been focusing his full attention on the man who had grabbed the twi'lek, the Vulkars had been surrounding the trio. When the human's skull had finally failed against the onslaught, the first Vulkar fired; a lance of superheated gasses contained within a magnetic field erupting from the barrel of his blaster pistol and striking the wookiee in the back of his shoulder, singing his fur and cooking his flesh.

Wookiees are renowned for four things. The first thing is their height; you will never see a wookiee shorter than seven feet. The second is their relative isolationism; they are very rarely seen outside of Kashyyyk, their homeworld. The third is their sense of loyalty; they will even go so far as to swear a life-debt to those whom have saved them from death or worse, binding themselves to said person until death. Fourth, and most importantly, is their incredible durability and strength; even enough to shrug off multiple blaster bolts.

Unfortunately, none of this, even their natural durability, allowed this wookiee to survive the veritable firestorm that was unleashed upon him. Blaster bolts in the dozens struck the wookiee again and again, cooking muscle and organs alike. Even when the wookiee could barely stand, the rain of plasma continued. It only abated when he finally collapsed, smoking and unconscious. There was a tense moment of hesitation, as the Vulkars and the twi'lek alike watched the wookiee for movement, though for vastly different reasons. Finally, the Vulkar closest to the twi'lek girl turned to her, holstering his blaster.

"Well, I hope you're happy, little girl. You managed to cost us our prize, and our toughest bruiser besides. Rake wasn't the smartest or most pleasant of us, but he was damn good at what he did." The man kneeled next to the sitting girl and looked her dead in the eyes. "Now, how do you plan to make this up to us?" After a moment's silence, the man spoke again. "If you don't have a plan… I'm sure there's someone out there who would like a twi'lek serving girl…"

Oh Force, please no…

"Oi! What are you doing, mate? This is Vulkar territory, so you'd best be moving along!"

The crouching man turned at this, and saw a human kneeling in the exact centre of the circle of Vulkars. His most noticeable feature was the white hair, styled in spikes. He wore a blue coat over a black vest, which was lined with bulges that suggested armour plates concealed underneath. He paid no attention to the Vulkar that had shouted at him, instead taking something from the corpse of the wookiee, before closing the corpse's eyes and bowing his head for a moment, almost as if in prayer. A brief moment passed, before his voice rang out, cold as a vibroknife and twice as sharp.

"Which one of you killed my colleague here?"

The silence seemed to stretch for an eternity, even the ambient noise of the Lower City was drowned in the quiet malice inherent in the newcomer's question. Finally, the man who was next to the girl stood and looked the newcomer in the eye. As brown eyes locked with ice-blue, the man nearly flinched at what he found there.

Such rage… Not hot, but cold, contained… Even so, this man can't hope to kill us all.

Still, he drew a vibrosword from its sheathe on his back, and pointed it at the white-haired man in the middle. "We are the Black Vulkars, and this is a Vulkar matter. I suggest you leave before you end up like your friend,"

In response to this, eight blasters raised to point at the man in the middle of the circle. Even surrounded as he was, the man seemed the very epitome of calm. Calmly, with the grace of a predator stalking his prey, the white-haired man stood. He slipped what he took from the wookiee into a pocket in his coat, and gripped the hilt of the sword that was sheathed at his side.

"I take that to mean that all of you had a share in it. Very well,"

The sword came out, curved and single-edged, sharper than a razor; and in the blink of an eye, he was behind one of the Vulkars. The Vulkar's blaster hit the floor, along with his hand. He stared blankly at his stump for a moment, before opening his mouth to scream. However, no sound came out from his mouth; instead, his head dropped from his shoulders and rolled across the room, stopping at the feet of the twi'lek girl, who had at this point squeezed into a nook in the wall in an effort to be ignored and forgotten.

It was at this point that the rest of the Vulkars realised something very important.

We didn't even see him arrive… He was just there one moment…

"Shit, he's a Jedi!"

"Shoot him! Shoot him, damn you!"

They all turned to where the man was, only he wasn't there anymore… and three more Vulkars fell to pieces, blood spraying everywhere like a morbid fountain. The two Vulkars on the other side of the circle from him fired at him, only for him to weave between the deadly bolts with the ease of a born warrior; all the while getting closer and closer to the two firing men. When they were sure he couldn't dodge any more, he vanished. The top of one's head was flung from the force of the blow, spraying blood, grey matter, and eye fluids as it flew. The other one dropped his blaster with suddenly nerveless fingers. He looked at his hand in confusion; he had never fumbled his blaster since he first fired one. His eyes widened as first his hand, then his arm split down the middle, blood seeping from a wound running completely through the hand and up the arm to the elbow, before the same happened to his head and body.

The leader charged the man, vibrosword held in both hands as he swung with all his might. The deadly vibrating blade was intercepted and deflected almost casually. He swung again, and again, and again; only to be met with the curved steel every single time. Finally appearing to tire of this game, the white-haired man swung back, almost casually. The Vulkar leader easily caught the blade on his vibrosword… only for the curved steel to cut through it like so much flimsiplast.

Impossible! That blade was forged from cortosis… There's no way something as mundane as a sword cou-

His final thought was interrupted by the backswing of the curved blade as it passed through his head, literally severing the very neurons that had been firing at the time to form the thought. Blood spurted from his head as he died, and slumped next to his sheared blade.

The remaining two Vulkars had a natural reaction to all this slaughter, as they had a sizeable sense of self-preservation. They dropped their blasters, turned, and ran for their lives. The white-haired man turned and swung his sword at the two.

Time seemed to stop for a moment; the fleeing Vulkars, the tears of fear rolling down the girl's face, even the speeders above seemed to pause for a moment. The man flicked his sword; the blood flying off, leaving the blade as clean as if it had never tasted blood; before sliding it ever so slowly back into its sheathe. Before he fully sheathed it, he paused for a moment, in anticipation. As he slid it that final inch, the world resumed, and the two fleeing Vulkars fell, blood spraying from wounds that seemed to just appear on them.

Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force… Please don't let him see me, please don't let him see m-

The girl's thoughts were interrupted as the man walked right up to her hiding spot and stopped.

"They're all dead now. If you don't want to join them when their buddies find this mess, I'd suggest you leave before too long."

The sound of footsteps reached the girl's ears, and the tension seemed to drain out of her as she finally realised that she wasn't going to die. Nobody was going to kill her, and her one ticket to not being killed when they found out she was here was leaving. At that nasty thought, she scrambled out of her hiding spot and ran to catch up to the strange white-haired man. As she caught sight of him, she yelled to get his attention.

"Hey!"

The man spun and the girl found herself with that curved blade in her face. She stopped in time to avoid being skewered, but refused to flinch back from it. She looked the man in his ice blue eyes, and a long moment passed before anything happened. She finally spoke, her voice steady and unafraid.

"I want to come with you."

The man quirked an eyebrow at the sureness in the girl's voice, giving her a once-over before speaking a single word – a single syllable.

"Why?"

More silence, as the girl thought over her response.

I have nowhere else to go now that Griff's gone… and I need to learn how to fight if I'm going to survive. Not to mention he saved me… but mainly…

"Because I owe you my life. That wookiee… he was your friend, right? Or, he worked for you, at least? Now he's dead because of me…"

At this, she looked down as far as she could without cutting herself on the blade, before looking into the man's eyes once more.

"At the very least, I can repay you for that."

The man looked at her appraisingly, almost as if seeing her in a new light. The twi'lek girl fought the urge to fidget as the man seemed to weigh her very soul to see if she was worthy. Another long moment passed, before he grunted, sheathed his sword, and turned to continue walking. This time, when the girl followed, he asked her just one more question.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Mission Vao. What's yours?"

"Vergil."


Right, first off, I don't own Devil May Cry (Capcom does) or Star Wars (Disney does). If I did, I would tell my teams to make this a game and sell it for money instead of writing about it for free online.

Second, I'm coming back and rewriting this, because I wasn't entirely happy with that first chapter. Now that I've got an outline of where I want the Taris Arc to go, I'm gonna put a lot more work into these chapters. I've got uni work to do, however, so updates are probably going to be slow. Expect at least a month between chapters, unless I find myself with a lot of time to spare.

Third, make sure you review. I want to know what you liked, what you didn't, and what you're curious about. It's important to me to be able to improve, and knowledge of what works and what doesn't is the first step with that.

Finally, this is going to be a fused universe. Basically, taking the story of KotOR and splicing in the DMC 'verse. Demons/Devils may or may not exist in some form here, but going too deep into the details would spoil some things, so I won't tell you too much. Just wanted to let you know what to expect for this story. No crazy Force-time-traveling shenanigans, or holes between universes caused by demonic power. Vergil was born and grew up here, as did any other Devil May Cry characters that show up.

That's all I have for today. Future me may have something else to say, but not this me! Bye-o.