Hey guys! Happy Friday! I'm glad to upload a new chapter for The Assassin: The Final Stand! With things beginning to go in motion, everyone is ready to make the next move in this game of chess. But while Grace and Ahsoka are readying their army to face off against Desric, across the galaxy, someone else is ready to make the next step to the new future. Star Wars is owned by the mouse known as Disney, while I own my OCs. Okay guys let's start the chapter!

New Wounds, Returning Nightmares

Jakku: Village

A day had gone by since Aaron had woken up from his carbonite slumber. It has been a day since he was brought back into the world of the living by a fellow man on Jakku who informed him of how long he had been asleep after he was thawed out of the carbonite. When Aaron found out that he had been unconscious for five days on Jakku, his heart began to fill with anger and pain, for he was all alone, and the woman he loved believed he was dead.

After spending the night alone in a single room inside a small house, he begins to wake up and tries to get out of his bed. In spite of every word Joran, said to him, the man who resurrected him, Aaron was determined to get off this planet t find Ahsoka. But as he began to get off his bed, his left leg was in sheer pain, his right arm was hurting like hell, while some of his ribs were killing him from the inside.

As he tries to get out of bed, he aches in pain while he attempts to stand on his two feet. But once he gets off of his bed, it doesn't take long until the large amount of pain takes its toll and causes Aaron to lose his balance. Before he could even take a single step, he falls completely on the ground and gives a small scream in pain.

Lying on the cold floor, Aaron struggles to get up but as he tries to get up, the pain from his legs and ribs soon begin to become too much for Aaron to handle. But it isn't long until Joran comes into the room and rushes toward Aaron and tries to help him.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed." Joran said as he grabbed Aaron and helped him to get back on his bed.

"I can't stay here…" Aaron said, exhausted and in a lot of pain. "I have to find my friends…"

"You're not going anywhere." Joran said. "Not until you're bones are healed."

As Aaron lied on his bed Joran hands him a small cup of water. Aaron takes a few small sips before he looks over at Joaran. "Why are you helping me?"

"I couldn't just leave you to be in that carbonite prison forever." Joran said. "At some point, every man has to wake up from the nightmares they've seen."

"Thank you…" Aaron said.

"Don't thank me." Joran responded. "You are not out of the darkness yet."

After hearing Joran's last sentence, Aaron looks behind Joran and notoices something familiar. He looks on top of a nearby shelf and sees a medallion that was very smilar to the symbol of the Order of Assassins. Aaron's curiosity and fears began to take over. "That medallion! Wh-where did you get it?!"

"It belonged to a boy, born in this village, without a mother." Joran said as he pulled up a small basket of medicine and syringes. "On old legend. We have to straighten your bones."

As Joran grabs Aaron's legs he begins to try to straighten his fractured bones as much as he could. Once Aaron felt Joran grabs his leg as tight as ever, Aaron began to ache in pain. But once Joran was finished with his leg, he grabs Aaron's right arm and straightens the bones that were fractured. Aaron clencthed his teeth and cured in silence as he felt more pain then ever.

"The boy you spoke of…who was he?" Aaron asked as he tried to recover from the pain and watched Joran prepare some special medicine.

Joran closed his eyes and took a deep breath while he prepared the medicine. "His name was Desric Dameris…"

Aaron's eyes open wide and is in shock as he had discovered that he was in the village Desric had grew up in. "Desric Dameris? The leader of the Order of Assassins? He was born here?"

When Aaron mentioned who Desric was, Joran immediately stops and looks at Aaron directly in the eye. "You know him?"

"Know him?" Aaron said. "He killed my family, butchered them and set them on fire. He then raped the woman I loved, framed me for many crimes, tortured me, and left me for dead, twice."

"I am sorry…" Joran said after he learned a little more about the man who was lying on top of his bed.

"Is the legend you spoke of true?" Aaron asked. "This is where Desric was born?"

Joran readies his medicine but also takes a deep breath before he begins to tell the legend of Desric. "Along time ago, it was time of plague, many of the people in this village were suffering and struggling to live. The legend is that there was an assassin who was left for dead in this village by his own men. A woman from this village took him in and cared for him. It wasn't long until they fell in love with one another, and they were married in secret but the assassin knew that if any one of his brothers found out about his love for this village woman, she would be in danger. So he left. But what he did not know was that she was with child, his child."

"Desric was the child…"Aaron said.

Joran nods in response before he continues. "But as time went by the plague began to spread across the village like wild fire, and a few months later, the mother had become infected with a disease, but not before she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Unfortunately the disease took its toll and the mother died shortly after delivering the child. But, the mother had a brother, a protector, who was now an unready uncle caring for an unwanted child."

"What happened after…" Aaron asked.

Joran continues the story. "As time went by, the brother did what he could to protect his nephew from the spreading disease. But once the plague died out, the uncle soon began to feel the weight on his shoulders of raising a child in this world. Unfortunately the uncle became an alcoholic and instead of raising his nephew he was angered at the world for leaving him alone with no one to help him raise his nephew. And so, he drove his nephew out of this village at a young age. After he drove Desric out to wonder alone in the desert, the uncle believed he had seen the last of his nephew."

"But?" Aaron asked. He knew something was going to happen.

"Not too long ago, many assassins were sent here to this village." Joran said. "And it wasn't long until Desric returned to the home he left, only to see this place become a prison. Every few months, Desric will send his men over here to over see the people who are suffering in this place they call home."

"Why hasn't anyone ttried to escape?" Aaron asked, wondering why anyone in this village hasn't left.

"He's got spies lurking in every dark alley in this village." Joran responded. "They will kill anyone who attempt leave this place. This is his prison now. We are his prisoners, and he would not want to hear his story told."

Soon enough, Joran grabs Aaron's legs and holds it in place while he hears Aaron yelp in pain. Joran soon grabs three syringes and prepares Aaron for what is about to happen. "In order for you to stand, your bones need something to help them heal faster. These syringes will be inject in your arms, ribs, and leg."

Without any warning, Joran violently jabs the three syringes in Aaron's arm, ribs, and leg. In a split second Aaron screams at the top of his lunges as he feels the needles inject the special medicine to help his bones heal. As Aaron struggled on the bed, as his body was fighting the medicine being injected inside him, Joran begins to leave the room as he hears Aaron scream in pain. "Stay in this bed, until you feel like you can stand."

As Joran leaves, Aaron struggles on the bed and feels the veins in his body pulsate the blood and medicine that is flowing throughout his body. It doesn't take long for the pain to knock Aaron unconscious.

Shortly after the syrum was injected into his fractured bones, the pain was too much for the wounded young man, and soon enough the pain caused him to pass out. As he lied on his bed, everything began to quiet down and his mind began to rest but also in his current situation, he was not out of the woods yet.

"What did I tell you?" A voice said which caused Aaron to open his eyes and look around. But what he saw was a face he had not seen in a long time. Sitting right next to his bed was Suffering, the assassin who tried to kill him and his friends on Onderon, the same assassin who committed suicide right in front of him. "What did I tell you Aaron? You knew nothing about what you were dealing with? You had no idea of what Desric was really up to."

As Aaron tries to get up out of his bed, Suffering puts his hands up and has an evil smile. "No, please, don't get up. Do you think any of this would have happened if you would've finished what you started on Naboo. Put a bullet in Desric's brain. You might have actually shifted the course of history. If you would have killed Desric on Naboo, maybe the order would have fell, maybe Steela wouldn't have died, or maybe Barriss wouldn't have turned or…hehe…maybe your friends wouldn't gotten captured and tortured. Who knows? That's some domino shit right there. Like I said, who knows? Maybe you wouldn't be here right now."

"It's not true Aaron." Another voiced said, but when Aaron looked to see whose voice it was, he was speechless. Standing beside the door was his father standing next to his mother and little sister Tyra. Tears began forming in his eyes as he saw the family he had lost so long ago.

Also standing next to his family was Steela, who was his trusted alley that he lost in Onderon during the liberation of the planet.

"You did what you had to do to stay true to who you are. No one can blame you for what you did." His deceased mother said to him. "You did your best to protect the ones close to you, and that's all anyone could ask for…"

"No that's weakness…" Suffering said. "If you had just did it, you've would have changed things. You would've got your vengeance."

"Your vengeance is what kept you going." Another voice said but this time Aaron was horrified at who he saw next. Walking in the room was the fallen Grandmaster of the Order of Assassins, Desric's father. "You told me you were not gonna rest until you found the ones responsible. That's what you said. Hmmm…remember that?"

"It's okay Aaron." Steela said as she sat beside Aaron.

"You did your best." Tyra said while she held onto her big brother's hand. "It's alright."

"No it's not alright!" The Grandmaster said. "You know damn well what you need to do! You gotta kill my son!"

"No Aaron." His father said. "Revenge is not the way to solve this."

"Remember what Ahsoka said." Aaron's mother said. "Revenge will not bring you peace."

"You don't have to change who you are to avenge us." Tyra said.

"See, that's you're problem right there." Suffering said with an evil laugh.

"What…what's my problem?" Aaron asked.

"You never changed." Suffering said. "But war changes you whether you like it or not."

"You don't have to change Aaron." Steela said. "Not if you don't want to."

Tyra comes closer to her brother and does her best to comfort her big brother who she saw as her hero. "You don't. It's alright Aaron."

"You told me you would have your vengeance." The Grandmaster said. "You had no idea what you were talking about, did you? Did you? You saw how everything was, but you chose not to accept it. Even though when my son and I forced you to see it. We showed you. Did you adapt? Did you change? No. You had my son defeated right in front of you with your gun pointed at him…and you let him get away. This is it. This is how it's going to end. You're gonna die slowly while my son destroys everything you fought to protect."

"I didn't know who I was talking to. I said I would do what I ever I could to avenge my family. But I didn't know who you really were. But I know now. I know who I am. I know what happened and what's going on right now. I now know. You didn't show me shit. You, you're dead. Everything that you were is dead. And it's not over. Not while I got some fight left in me!" Aaron said as he began to rise up and try to stand in front of his angels that were comforting him and the demons that were torturing him now.

Aaron takes a deep breath before he continues. "It's not over! It's not! It's not over! I didn't forget what I said and what I promised! I kept fighting with all my heart so I could do what I could to help the family I have left! I'm not giving up! You hear me?! I'm not giving up! People like me they can live! They can find peace! That's what I'm gonna do! I'M NOT GIVING UP!"

After his scream, Aaron blinks his eyes before he suddenly realizes that he was only one in the room. The people he saw were no longer with him. As he looked to see what had happened he realized something. He was standing at the center of the room. It would appear that the medication helped him finally stand. Although he faced his angels and demons, the next test he would face would come sooner than ever.

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