A/N: Ok, Star Wars time. Just to tell you, I'm not one of those freaky Star Wars fan boys. This won't even have the main characters of Star Wars. They are all original. Ok, this chapter is going to be longer than any of my other story chapters, so don't worry. Wait, no one's reading this. Aw c'mon, it can't be that bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff.

Chapter 1

Nar Shadaa is a horrible place. A good place to go to get lost and she knew it. That's why she was here; she couldn't stand any more bounty hunters after her. Ceaseless prosecution wherever she went, all because she carried a lightsaber. She was glad there were places like this in the galaxy. Places so alive with the force, yet so dead to it. Places where she could hide from the Empire. She had lived peacefully in the refugee sector for nearly a year. But that was about to change.

A tall, hooded figure with a white robe covering him making it impossible to tell even what race he was, walked past the doors into the refugee sector. He knew that she was nearby, and that soon his hunt would be over. He walked to the center of the grounds, right in front of the fire the refugees had going.

"I'm looking for a new arrival. She should have gotten here about a year ago," the hooded man questioned the apparent leader of the group, Fessuh.

"Why do you want to know?" Fessuh answered.

"Very well. I'll find her on my own." The hooded figure stalked off towards the Northeast corner. The cargo doors salvaged from a ship like the rest of the 'apartment' doors were shut. He reached into his cloak, "Ah. Here she is." He raised his voice, "Open up I need to speak with you."

She sensed that whoever was outside meant to harm her. She went to a cleft to the side of the door control panel where she wouldn't be seen. She readied her lightsaber, "Ok. Come in." With that she opened the door.

'The hunt is over. Let the chase begin.' The man thought. His hand shot from his cloak, and a small grey object flung to the back of the house. The Jedi jumped out just in time as the thermal detonator went off. When she regained her composure, he was upon her.

He held her a full two feet of the ground by her neck, his left hand restraining her right. The Jedi attempted to force push him away, but he held fast. She knew she was running out of options. She mustered all her might, and kicked him in the groin.

He dropped her to the ground and backed up a few steps. "You're fast for a trandoshan," the Jedi said as she stood up.

The trandoshan took off his cloak and cast it aside, "I was hoping you would notice." He was clad in a white gi with silver trimmings. He was as tall as they come, rust red in color. He had three sharp head ridges, and a wide, masculine jaw. "Just in case you're wondering, I didn't drop you because of the kick. I just like a challenge." He drew the scythe blade that was sheathed on his back and flipped it. He fell into a defensive stance, his left hand ready behind the blade.

The Jedi drew her viridian saber, "I'm surprised you didn't kill me right then, any trandoshan I've met would have." With that comment, he was upon her. She could barely parry the strike. The trandoshan let the blade slide past the saber, and thrust it at her behind it. The Jedi ducked, and slashed at his legs. The trandoshan did a series of quick back flips and landed a good distance away.

"Before we continue, I must be certain of your identity. You are the Jedi sentinel Rumiko, are you not?"

Her eyes narrowed, "I am no longer a Jedi. And would you care to introduce yourself?" She didn't really care, she just needed to buy time to study his stance and review his technique.

"Of course, how rude of me. The name's Zyxosskorz Zoxx, call me Zyxo. I'm a bounty hunter, among other things. I must say, nothing looks quite as exquisite in a trophy room as a lightsaber." He again charged.

Rumiko, despite her training and speed, barely saw it coming. She could only step back. Luckily, it was enough to save her life. Zyxo had sliced upward, and had she not dodge, would have cleaved her in half. Rumiko did not go unscathed, however. Her clothing was sliced in the middle, and a thin red line could be seen. She saw Zyxo was vulnerable after that last attack, and thrust with her lightsaber.

Zyxo held his left arm in the path of the saber. As if by miracle, it actually blocked the saber. Zyxo recuperated and tore of the sleeves of his gi, "Heh, I guess I have to show you know." On his forearms were what seemed to be three elongated vibro knucklers. "They do wonders for fighting with Jedi. The cortosis weave helps me avoid losing limbs. Especially when making attacks."

Zyxo threw the scythe at Rumiko. She barely moved her head to the left, and it passed by. A few strands of hair floated in the air. The scythe blade struck the wall and quivered deeply embedded in it. Zyxo picked up the two vibro knucklers at his side, and charged Rumiko.

Rumiko had a hellish time keeping up with the dual-wielding Zyxo. His flurry of attacks began to drive her back. Zyxo sent a hard left, and Rumiko saw her chance. She moved her head to her left, dodging the attack nearly entirely. A thin red line now appeared on her cheek. She paid Zyxo back a thousand fold. Bringing her saber up with both hands, she cut of Zyxo's arm.

Zyxo didn't even flinch. He took this chance and kneed Rumiko in the stomach. Hard. Rumiko bent over nearly double, her eyes wide. Zyxo kneed her again, this time in her chin. Her head flew back, and she straightened up. The force had lifted her off the ground. Zyxo completed the combo with a round house kick from his left leg, sending Rumiko flying into the wall. She dropped her saber, and slumped to the ground, unconscious.

A/N: What do you think? If you are pissed because a bounty hunter defeated an ex-Jedi, don't worry. There's good reason.