RESURGENCE OF A JEDI

A Star Wars Story

It is a period of civil unrest following the end of the Clone Wars. The Jedi Order has been destroyed and the remaining Jedi are marked for death. The Galactic Empire is establishing their totalitaren rule while the Jedi goes into hiding.

Evading the Great Jedi Purge, Jarik Shan is sent into the neighbouring galaxy by a malfunctioning hyperdrive and goes into hiding on an uncharted backwater world. Embracing his mandalorian heritage while resorting to make a living through mercenary work.

Little did he know that he's being monitored by S.H.I.E.L.D. whom dispatches top agents Hawkeye and Black Widow on a mission of great importance to intercept him in West Africa.

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21st November 2010
Abidjan, Ivory Coast

Africa, the continent where it all began. Where humanity took their first step on the evolutionary ladder yet it was one of the least developed continent in the world. Criminality has emerged over the decades due to poverty and explotion of the western world. Despite his professional exterior, he couldn't help but feel sentimental about it. After all, what if his children were born here? He shruddered at the thought. At the end of the day, nothing mattered more than Family. Right now though, he had his mission.

It was around twenty seven degrees celsius warm in Abidjan the economic capital of the Ivory Coast and he was sneaking on rooftops in the slum of Adjamé and was on the lookout while his partner was on the ground. Black Widow seldom showed any kind of sentimentality and was dangerous to say the least. Hawkeye was glad that his decison to spare her in Budapest was justified; otherwise he wouldn't have made it out alive either.

Nick Fury had briefed them personally earlier. "A few months ago, we got word of a man in strange armor beating the craps out of Warlords left and right in Africa and have effectively stalled the drug trafficking. Naturally that has pissed people off. We thought at first it was Ironman being responsible but then we got this." A low-resolution image showing a man in full body armor which looks more clunkier than the Ironman suit. It obviously been through a lot as the blue paintjob have tarnished away revealing the dull steel color underneath. That is the extent of what the image shows them as the rest is a blur and shadows. "The locals call him the Shadow Warrior."

"Any positive ID?" Black Widow has inquired. "Negative, there's no record of him anywhere. He's an enigma and I don't like enigmas." With that being the last thing said of substance. They went aboard a Quinjet for the Ivory Coast. Fury was convinced that if the Shadow Warrior was targeting drug trafficking then Abidjan was the next likely target due to the exports to Europe and Middle East was through the economic capital. "Anything Clint?" His partner asked over the coms.

"Nothing yet." He commented as his gaze swept through the slum. There was nothing out of the ordinary; urchins, squalor and beggars. All of which you can expect from a slum but then something caught his eye. Something was moving across the rooftops like an acrobat. "I got movement on roofs; three streets down." He reported and he could tell that his partner was in pursuit. Hawkeye started to move aswell, relocating to another vantage point in order to not lose sight of the Shadow Warrior. "Wait, he stopped." Clint reported as he spot the Shadow Warrior crouching down by the ledge of a roof. His gaze upon one of the houses in the suburbs. This was the first time Hawkeye could get a good look of the guy. The body armor was strange to say the least; it looks heavy and has the hints of a blue paintjob which has long since tarnished. It's like someone made a Ironman suit without the Arc reactor and put a super human in it since he moved fast and like an acrobat. Hawkeye estimated that he's roughly around six feet in height but mostly due to the armor. The helmet had a T-shaped visor but Hawkeye couldn't make out his weaponry at this distance and he remained still for a short moment before vaulting down and threw something into the building. A grenade, no a flashbang. He could make it out from here. "Eyes on target, he just threw a Flashbang into the building."

"I see him." his partner replied while he notched and arrow on the bowstring as the mysterious Shadow Warrior entered the building with a rumble which ended as fast as it had started.

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Jarik Shan vaulted through the broken kitchen window where he had moment before thrown a flashbang grenade. The sound was defeaning and the blinding light hit the residents like fireworks. His EE-3 carbine rifle set to stun as he fired three shots in quick succesion; subduing the drug dealers whom fell to the ground like sacks of potatoes. It had been quick and effective, like his previous works of taking down the drug exports in Africa. He had arrived on Earth months ago after the hyperdrive of a stolen G9 Rigger freighter malfunctioned. It had sent him beyond Wild Space to a neighbouring galaxy. If anyone had told him that before that point, he would've called them crazy but it seems like it was the Will of the Force. It was an unsuspecting backwater world with no interstellar capabilities thus he hide in the most undeveloped part of the world. To discover that there were warlords whom used children as manpower in their forces and was doing drug trafficking. He had to struggle to remain calm; instead he went on a crusade to fight the wrong-doers in Africa. He was about to pull the drug dealers out and set the house on fire before he felt something heading his way. His precognition warning him of a coming blow which narrowly missed him as he threw himself to the side. He quickly got back up to his feet and turned with his blaster carbine raised at his assailant. It was a woman, a red head in a skintight jumpsuit whom had drawn her firearms while he moved away from her. They had each other in their crosshairs at point-blank range. Her vivid green eyes stare coldly right at him through the visor, like if she knew there had to be a set of eyes there. "Surrender, every exit is watched and you've nowhere to run." She uttered coldly like a demand, confident that he wouldn't be able to escape her now they're face to face. He sensed that she wasn't lying and the safeties of her firearm was off.

Others may have complied, not him though. He had the advantage, superior firepower, jedi training and his armor often called a beskar'gam by his people which was translated to iron skin in Mando'a; was the most durable body armor in his own galaxy and was even resistant to lightsabers. "I'll graciously decline your invitation." Jarik responded curtly, his voice disorted by software in his helmet. He noticed that the safety on their firearms were off and that she was ready to shoot to kill if necessary. "I'm well authorized to kill you should you fail to cooperate." She declared coldly but he could sense her doubt. She was realizing he was something else and that his armor could withstand her bullets. "Whom are you to judge me?" He responded with feigned arrogance although with genuine curiousity about his pursuers. "SHIELD." There was his answer, straight from the mouth of this assassin. Maybe she believed that he could be persuaded. "That's an abbervation deliberately made to spell SHIELD which implies that you are protectors." Jarik quickly deduced, remembering the time when the Jedi Order were guardians of peace and justice in the old republic.

Although this organization called SHIELD seems to be more covert and ambiguous than the Jedi Order he grew up with. Their methods might not be straightforward. That is when realization dawned upon him, she wasn't trying to persuaded him. She was stalling for her back-up. A man was sneaking up behind him with an arrow notched upon the string. He could deal with them but he'd prefer without harming them. He didn't want to risk exposing himself as a Jedi thus the Mind Trick wasn't even an option. "This can go two ways, either you and your partner let me go or we'll have to settle this in an uncivilized manner.

His response gave her pause, obviously he wasn't like anything she expected to be. "Or you can come with us and explain where you got your training and gear." The man spoke up, his arrow notched on the string with the arm ready to pull and let loose. There's various of options for him to get out of this situation yet it ws risky since he didn't know full extent of their capabilities. "Depends on what you want." He stated, buying more time to consider his options. There was a compartment in his left gauntlet for smoke pellets which could come in handy to make a quick escape. However as previously stated, he didn't know the extent of their capabilities. The mounted flamethrower on his right gauntlet would certainly catch them off guard but it could severely injure them. It was close quarters; why not use the vibro wrist blades and combine it with the grappling line in his right gauntlet to incapacitate them or draw his father's Beskad which was resting in a scabbard on his back which was secured tightly to the tactical harness around his torso. He keeps a DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistols in magnetically secured holster by his right thigh as a back-up firearm.

"You're an unknown and the gear you use obviously rivals the Military. SHIELD doesn't like unknowns." He could sympathize, the intelligence agencies around the world took the failure that was Nine-Eleven to heart. Like he and the surviving Jedi did with the Fall of the Republic and Order Sixty-Six. However, could he submit himself to the authorities? It could've far reaching consequence they might not be ready for. Yet there was something about this woman before him which felt different but couldn't directly put a finger on. "I have conditions." He voiced, calm and firmly resolute.

"Name them." The woman responded coldly to Jarik whom lowered the EE-3 Carbine Rifle, the gun sling letting it hang within reach. "I wish to remain anonymous and keep all of my equipment." His gaze was set upon the woman whom answered flatly in return. "Done."

Jarik had to admit that she was a good liar and could've fooled him if he wasn't able to sense her deceit. He didn't want to rise any suspicion and decided to play along. "Glad that we could reach an accord." She nodded curtly as she lowered her guns "Black Widow." She introduced herself with "Hawkeye" promptly followed on the introductions. Obviously codenames, what else could he expect of a covert intelligence agency such as SHIELD. "What can we call you then?" Hawkeye asked curtly and coldly professional.

"The locals call me the Shadow Warrior; I guess that it could go as my alias." Jarik responded passively in return. In all honestly, he didn't mind in the slightest mostly due to his mandalorian roots but he was at heart, a Jedi Knight.

A/N: Here we go, the prologue of the revised edition of "Resurgence of a Jedi" or the 2.0 version of it. As you might tell, this will set up the story in a different manner which I'm excited about. I hope to keep the narrative comprehendable and true to the characters.

Also, feel free to provide any constructive criticism which may or may not impact this story. I'd lastly want to thank all of you for taking your time to read this and especially those whom provided constructive feedback in the original version of the story.

Yours sincerely,

efhb1994