A/N: Okay, here is the sequel to Underworld, which if you are reading this, you do need to read that story first. This chapter isn't very long, it just meant to serve as a set up for the story and get the ball rolling.
Discalimer: Star Wars is owned by Disney and LucasFilm
Prologue
"What a life." Grell muttered to himself and he tromped along the path to his home, or at least what passed for a home. He had just come off a double shift at the processing planet he worked at and was ready to pass out from exhaustion.
He had lived on Lothol his entire life and coming up on his fortieth birthday, was wishing he had mad better choices in his life. His youth had been misguided and poorly supervised, and he wished he had put more effort into making something better for himself.
That was before the Empire, and before the hostile occupation of Lothol and while he never had considered Lothol a paradise, Imperial presence had increased hardships to new levels. His current job was exactly what his father had told him all these job's were, miserable and paying less than it was worth but just enough to keep him crawling back for more.
Turning a corner, Grell continued to brood, in part due to the fact he knew he wasn't really that bad off. In fact he made fairly decent money, but the work was absolutely grueling in comparison to many others, so while the pay was decent the work load was incredibly harsh, and it irked him that his supervisor simply say in his office all day and made three times what he did.
Grell was so caught up in his obsession with his lot in life, he didn't even notice anything was wrong with the door to his apartment as he entered. He in fact didn't notice anything amiss until he got to his bedroom. The door to his closet was open. This alone would not of been out of the ordinary, but the fact that the door had been ripped off the track it ran on was.
Grell's mind started to run wild. His first thought was of the killer that still alluded the authorities. A giant of a man with the strength of a Rancor if you believed the stories, completely immune to blaster fire.
The moment of terror quickly gave way to his rational mind. That man, was last seen miles away, and there was no reason for him to invaded Grell's home, he had nothing of worth to steal, and he hadn't done anything to incur the wrath of anyone, well at least anything that would warrant his murder.
No, this was the work of a more common criminal, like a thief or addict. He'd just have to report the break in and wait for the authorities to not do anything about.
Grell turned to leave his room to make the report, only to be greeted by a towering figure in a mask. Before he could even scream Grell's head was rolling on the floor.
"This murder is also believed to be the work of the serial killer now dubbed by the public as "The Shape." do too often being described by the few witnesses who catch a glimpse of him only ever managed to describe him as such. Again we warn to public to stay..."
Sabine cut off the news feed, she couldn't take it anymore. JVFR13, or as he was now known on Lothol "The Shape." had now killed nineteen people sense arriving on Lothol. She couldn't bare this much longer, this was at least partially their fault, and more her's than anyone else's. If they hadn't gone chasing after a cure for her condition, that thing never would of been let out and they most certainly never of dragged him back to Lothol with them.
Looking again at the Mandalorian Iron helmet she had taken from the lab, she felt and urge to try and stop the thing on her own. But she knew on her own, or even with all of them together, they could kill JVFR13, the Empire had truly created a monster in that lab. Unstoppable, unkillable and single mindedly geared towards murder.
Running her finger along the scratch mark the machete had made on the helmet, Sabine found herself wondering what had happened to the original owner. She found this thought creeping into her mind more often as time went on, as she sunk more and more of her time in the helmet to distract her from the horror she felt responsible for bringing to the planet.
Was the owner of this helmet another casualty of that lab? Or was it more mundane in how the Empire attained it. Again this brought her thought's back to the lab and all the horrible feeling it entailed.
Again she was overcome with a desire to hunt down "The Shape.", but Kanan and Hera were both adamant in their refusal to any plan of action that couldn't insure a reasonable amount of success. Hera poured over Tyber's data pad in an attempt to figure out some weakness. So far they hadn't found anything that gave them more information than what the doctor who created him had said, his only real short coming seemed to be an apparent lack of higher brain function, which even Sabine was now uncertain of, that thing had shown intent in its action and even planning.
No, they weren't going to be able to deal with it until they had something else to deal with him, which in Sabine's opinion would be more fire power, more manpower or both.
Flipping the news feedback on without even thinking, Sabine was not pleased to see the coverage was still on "The Shape". She expected for the coverage to be extensive, give the horror of the situation, but the interest level in it seemed to be boarding on the macabre.
Not for the first time she wondered on the name the public had given JVFR13, "The Shape." granted it was quickrt to say the JVFR13, but she didn't like the name. Ezra had openly said he thought it was stupid, and she thought he had the right of it, but probably not for the same reason as Ezra.
Ezra didn't think the name did JVFR13 justice, he had personally voice the opinion that something like "The Butcher" or "Lothol Lacerater" were more appropriate. Sabine however was of the opinion that naming it something like "The Shape" increased the level of unknown aura about it, and was more likely to make the thing more likely to develop a type of mythos about it that were common when people were facing something they didn't understand. While the people needed to known this thing was running about and a threat, she didn't think they needed to make it even more terrifying by making up their own stories about it.
So far Sabine had heard that "The Shape" could conjure a mist that it could walk into an disappear and then reappear where ever it wanted. Another that it could control the weather and call down lighting. Stories like these did nothing to help the public and only served to increase panic, and if they had named him something like "The Butcher" he would of been terrifying still, but she thought it might of lead to less speculation on the subject.
Sighing to herself again, Sabine started to once again work on fixing the helmet.
A/N: Okay, shorter than most of my chapters, but it's just the prologue, all future chapter's will be longer.
Also, tell me what you think of the "Name" I have given JVFR13, I'm not too sure on the choice, I'm willing to change it if someone gives me one I like more, but this one is also a reference to a movie that serves as partial inspiration, I'm wondering if anyone can catch it.
Well, at any rate please review.
