I don't own Star Wars, this is a fan fiction only.
As Jack walked towards the clearing, the Pirates were using as their mess hall, he walked over to the side, most of the Pirates thought he was just one of them. That is until he pulled a massive boulder out of the ground and he threw it at the ones standing near the back of the little gathering. He crushed them to pieces with that boulder.
"So who are you supposed to be? And what exactly do you want?" the obvious leader asked him. He had no idea what he was in for. As he walked calmly his way. Being his helmet he was smiling like he was when he heard his mother's android call Malak a meat bag that first time.
"Who I am is really not important. What I want is simple. I want your money, your ship, your gear and your petty lives. That should be more than enough for me. Thanks for asking."
The leader pulled out his blaster and tried to shot him, but with a flick of his hand Jack had his blaster as he used the force to rip it out of his grasp. "Nice blaster, good weight, nice sights and it had an auto reload function. You got good taste."
This caught everyone present by surprise. "So what is this hit of the Jedi Bandit? you are here to what free our property and rob us blind or are you going to just kill us?" one of the Pirates said as they all pulled out their blaster rifles. Jack smiled a smile they would have them running for dear life if they could see it.
"Exactly." He used the force to take every single of their weapons and as they began to float in a circular orbit around him they began to fire in rapid succession. Each shot hit one pirate and after a few seconds the pirates looked more well cooked that the piece of meat they were going to have for dinner.
He calmly began to strip the blasters for parts and used the force to mold them together until he had a makeshift light Saber. "This will do for now, just feel naked without one. Mom would find this very funny if she was alive to see it."
He calmly walked over to the storage of the pirate leader and he took the access from it as well as a large sum of Imperial money. The leader was clearly not into sharing the spoils it seems.
He walked over to the slave pen and smiled at the fearful teenagers present there. "Is that any way to greet the person here to save you? come on, why so serious? I am here to take you back home safe and sound. I will drop you off on a nearby imperial port and give you money to buy tickets to go home. So smile."
A young woman looked at him and plain asked how did they know he was going to keep his word. "Live in honor, defend those precious to you and value strength in aspects of your life. These are the principles that I live by. When I say I am going to do something I do not lie. No matter how horrible it may seem to the listener."
He touched her head and rubbed her messy blonde hair. "So smile, you and everyone here is safe. I already killed the Pirates outside. You have nothing to fear from any of them." He opened the pen and placed inside the large pieces of meat the Pirates had planned to have for dinner.
That is when one of the supposed slaves took his blaster and tried to kill him as he screamed he was getting revenge for his dead fellow pirates. He is took out his makeshift Saber and deflected every single shot from the pirate that was pretending to be a captive right back at him.
"Fool, like you could catch me unprepared when your thoughts were so obvious."
He walked over to the rest of the young captives and told them to dig in. It looked like they took the message and did eat until there was nothing left. The same blonde haired young woman looked at him and asked something that he did not expect. "Aren't you eating anything?"
Jack smiled at her and decided to tell her something his own mother had said long ago. "No need, sweetly. The force provides me with all that I need. Go on enjoy the meal with the others."
She was about to say there was nothing left when he took the bones and replaced them with a basket full of yummy fruits. They ate better since the day they been taken from their home planets.
The trip was rather quick to the nearest imperial space port. He handed each a packet of money and told them it should be more than enough to get then home. The blonde young woman never left his side for an instant. As they all left she asked one question before also leaving. "What is your name mister?" He took off his helmet and smiled at her.
"You can call me Jack. Now you kids behave once you get home." The youngster left quite happily that they would get back home. That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to ruin this touchy little scene but I am looking for pirates that wear that emblem you are wearing. Mind telling me why a slaver is setting his merchandise free?"
Jack smiled and turned around. "I actually am not one of these scumbags. I was left on the planet they used as a base due to my exile. I killed the Pirates, took their weapons, armor and money. I gave the kids the money so they could buy passage back to their families. I am Jack and you are?"
The man seem to relax his grip on his gun that was on his belt, he fought and met enough people know when one is lying or not. "Braeden is the name. I guess I should thank you. I was tasked with killing that nasty bunch myself. Finding them was a bit of a pain to tell you the truth."
"No problem, always glad to be of help. Now if you will excuse me I still have to figure what I am going to do with my life." Jack straightened his black short hair and placed the helmet back on.
As he was walking away he heard Braeden ask him something that caught him by surprise. "Ever consider becoming a Bounty Hunter? You get to help lots of people and fight some really interesting characters. I have yet to find a bounty that has been boring."
Jack smiled at him and he had to admit the thought really never crossed his mind. "I got nothing better to do, so I guess I that makes you my boss then?" Braeden laughed as he heard him say that.
"Nah, think of me more like a mentor. Speaking of which since I am your mentor, I should get you some decent armor. The stuff you are wearing looks like junk to me. Come on it will be a nice little gift as a welcome present. You are going to love this life I can tell."
After he had a decent set of armor Jack had to agree that this was comfortable. He never figured that wearing the same armor that his former enemies wore was this comfortable. 'No wonder the damn Mandos never took a freaking nap. I could walk in this armor all day and it fells as comfortable as a second skin.'
In the mean time Braeden actually was getting him a nice present from the Sith equipment store. The man behind the counter gave him a weird look. It was not common for a person that was not force sensitive little alone not a Sith to be interested in his merchandise.
"Is there anything I can help you with young sentient?" the shop owner asked him like he was an insect.
"I need to buy a light Saber as a gift for a friend. I never been able to use one so I am a little confused."
The shop owner nodded his head. "That is considerate of you. However picking a Saber is serious business. I have two types available. One focuses on speed and quick strikes, the other more on power and damage caused. Do you know which type your friend prefers?"
He guessed that Jack preferred the power type. That made the shop keeper shake his head in disappointment. "A man after my own heart it seems. I gladly sell you my only power type light Saber but I made it as a tribute to my idol. The apprentice of Darth Revan. The only one that she ever loved as her own child. He was feared amongst the Mandalorians clans and was given the name Jack the Reaper."
Braeden asked him since he was such a fan of the man if there was anything to identify him. The owner began to think really hard. "Well there is one thing. A scar on his left hand. He was bitten by a rakghoul or so the rumors say and he cured himself though sheet force of willpower. Was Jack not the best?"
That was when he remembered his friend having a puncture scar on the back of his left hand. "Say if you met Jack the Reaper would you give him a discount on this Saber?" The owner laughed like he heard the best joke ever.
"If Jack the Reaper was alive and he came to my shop. I would give him this light Saber free of charge. It would be an honor to have him use my light Saber to fight his enemies. Sadly he is more than likely dead of old age by now."
Braeden felt like doing the poor guy the favor of meeting the guy he admired so much. He decided to call Jack and ask him if he knew a guy that was a student of Darth Revan and was called a Reaper. Jack told him that he was once called that by the Mandalorians during the war and indeed he was one of the two people that were students of Revan.
He even told him some of the hilarious things he remembered living as HK 47 made life so frustrating for Darth Malak.
That pretty much convinced him to take him to the equipment dealer. He entered first and told him to wait a few seconds for the shop owner to sit down.
Jack didn't see what the bug deal was, but he did as he asked. He had been pretty nice to him so at the very least he would do as he asked.
"Are you telling me Jack the Reaper was frozen in Carbonite and is standing right outside my front door? Do you take me for a fool? I will not be conned by anyone again. "
Jack didn't like the sound of that or the tone he was using. "Excuse me Braeden but I think I should speak with this person. Before he starts insulting both of us enough that might actually have the uncontrollable urge to kill him."
"Now sir, tell me what is the problem and why must you insult us?" He said that he wanted to buy a power type light saber but he told him he would only give the light saber to the one and only Jack the Reaper.
He took of his armor gloves and put them away and as he set his hand on the display case the shop owner asked how he got that strange star shaped scar. Jack told him a Rakghoul one tried to make a meal out of him in an underground cavern in Taris.
"I couldn't avoid it if I tried. The Undercity as the people called it was practically crawling with the blasted monsters. It took several months of meditation and force power use to keep me from turning into one of those mutated monsters."
"The process was painful beyond measure and I can hold a blaster, a cup or even a hydrospanner, but hold a light Saber with a this hand it will never happen again. I lost all fine motor control with it and not even Kolto can heal it the way it was."
The shop owner touched his scar and knew it was real and not a fake, he seen enough scars know one was fake or not, besides his seen wounds of Rakghouls before. "Very well Reaper you may take this blade as my gift for sharing what happened to your hand. Worry not, I shall take this secret to my grave. Try your blade and tell me what you think."
Jack picked up the light Saber and turned it on, the blood red blade appeared and he began striking imaginary opponents. Both the shop owner and Braeden were amazed at the speed and sheer power of each strike.
"This is perfect, a fierce blade hungry for the blood of an enemy. I could swear that this has a part from a Krayt Dragon as part of her make up. I swear I almost heard her roar like one of them."
The shop owner smiled as he said that. "Indeed it has a gem from a Great Krayt Dragon. This beauty has three focal crystals making it sharper and deadlier than most can appreciate. I am happy to see my masterpiece has found a warrior capable of appreciating her beauty and fierce nature."
"Before you go, take this item to help you better place her on your armor. This will keep her from being noticed and thus will not alert the jealous glances of some foolish weakling." He placed the holster and then the blade. The holster closed with a his and it looked like a plain old canteen.
"Now it's time for us to work together and get to know each other." The two barely made it out of the shop when Braeden took him towards the Bounty Board. This was the place many Bounty Hunters took contracts from the robot in charge of the bounties.
The bounties seemed nothing that would be too challenging so he took a few on each planet. The robot looked at him like he was insane for a few minutes. Braeden and Jack went to each of the planets and they took care of all the contracts in less than a few hours. The Jedi mind trick was a whole lot better at obtaining information than the items they were provided to use for interrogation and coercion methods.
Around noon the robot expected them to admit they failed. The poor robot nearly had a system shock when they placed all the completed contract form in front of it. Fifty contracts and each an assassination in less than six hours.
Jack looked particularly bored as he looked through the board once again and found that he already did most of them. "Braeden please tell me this things get tougher. I am so bored I am having a hard time not falling asleep."
A rather brawny Mandalorian female in blue and silver armor that was nearby them, began to laugh. "And that is the reason not a single Mandalorian has taken a single one of those contracts. There is no challenge or honorable combat in any of those contracts. I was waiting here till someone had the balls to actually say it out loud."
Braeden saw that, he actually knew the necessary skills to participate for the great hunt. "Jack appearances aside I am not trying to bore you to sleep. I was testing to see if you were ready to participate in the most difficult and dangerous tournament ever held. I am thinking of entering you in the great hunt."
Jack smiled as he remembered what it would entail having heard this from his mother long ago. "Finally a worthy challenge. I get to fight worthy enemies and fight against overwhelming odds. I am so happy I could cry." The Mandalorian female looked at him and nodded her head and then left.
Braeden got down to the hangar bay and they each took their own ships to the Hutt owned planet called Hutta. He took his time reading up on local laws and regulations which surprisingly were quite a lot more than he expected from a planet under the control of an alliance of gangsters.
As he got off his ship he saw a Rodian trying to steal a part. Using the force he pulled him close enough to glare into his eyes. "Do you have any idea what I do to vermin that mess with my ship?" the Rodian said that he would let them go and keep the part that was stolen as a sign of his generosity.
With the force he began to shake him so had that you swear his teeth were going to fall out of his mouth. Seven parts fell out of him and three of them were his. When he saw that he looked at the local garbage incinerator. The Rodian did not like where this is going. "The law requires us to burn or garbage doesn't it?" Jack said as he used the force to crush the Rodian into a ball, bones cracking and bits of blood dripping down, Jack tossed the ball of meat and bone into the incinerator as it turned on and burned the thief to ashes.
From that moment on the space port knew not to mess with his ship, unless he specifically had authorized a person to preform maintenance, a repair or an upgrade.
