Star Wars: The End of a Legacy

by TurtleArmy

It's a dark time for the Galactic Alliance, as banks border bankruptcy, civil war breaks out in various nations and the Alliance struggles to re-build after the Yuuzhan Vong War. The only upshot is that the Sith have been completely wiped out, however, this isn't as it seems. A chain of bombings lead a young Jedi Knight - Devon Burri - to believe the Sith aren't quite dead.

Star Wars

The End of a Legacy

Chapter 1: The Darkness Begins

Part I

The dark, hooded figure stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to Inter-Galactic Bank, based on Coruscant, in his hand, a thermal detonator. Ascending the steps, he gripped the bomb, the anticipation, the excitement of the stunt he's about to pull, warmed his black heart. In the thirty seconds it took him to climb the steps, he ran through his plan one final time in his head.

He pulled the glass double doors open, trying to supress a grin of glee painted across his face; he wanted to look serious. As he entered, a security guard stopped him from proceeding.

"Excuse me sir," the fat, uniformed man said "you have to be checked down before entering the bank."

"I'm afraid that can't be arranged," the hooded figure announced, coldly "sir."

"Is that so?" the guard challenged, a mocking smile creeping onto his face.

"Yes," the figure said simply, before putting the palm of his hand out, sending the guard flying backwards into a crowd of onlookers.

"Alright mate," another guard growled, putting his fist in his palm "let's take it outside."

"Oh," the figure laughed, unable to hide his smirk "did I mention I'm armed?"

In one swift movement, he threw the beeping grenade into the crowd, pulled out two blasters from his cloak and gunned down the three guards closest to him. Screams of panic echoed through the hall, as people rushed about, trying to distance themselves from the beeping.

Then the bomb went off.

In the seconds that followed, body parts were catapulted into the air as people were blasted into pieces. A surge of bodies hit the floor as many more piled on, the dead and living alike. As the dust cleared, the few surviving guards tried to get their bearings, but it was too late.

With one of his blasters, the terrorist killed two guards, whilst choking the third using the force.

Suddenly, more blaster fire went off, but not from the bomber's gun. Two Rodian shooters fired upon the murderer. The cloaked figure dived behind a fallen marble pillar for cover.

"Why is it always the scumbags who shoot back?" he growled to himself before returning a couple of shots.

Another three shots flew over the terrorist's head before he'd decided that enough was enough. In a stunning move, he dived to the right of the pillar, taking the two gunmen by surprise. They were now in his line of sight, and he had a wicked thought on his mind to go with the mutual dislike between them and him. He jerked his hand upwards, throwing the two Rodians up into the already crumbling ceiling. With an almighty crash, it all fell, crushing anything and everything on the ground floor.

Using his force powers, the figure managed to repel any rubble from falling onto him and crushing his body.

"Is that really all you've got?" the figure scoffed, gazing down at one of the Rodians who was currently being crushed by marble "pathetic."

After using the force to choke the remaining life out of the alien, he decided it was time to leave. Sirens were approaching and he knew he had about two minutes to escape. With seconds to spare, the figure reached his speeder, flying off into the sunset; how appropriate.