Real Name: Galen Marek Code Name: Starkiller
Age: 20
Training
Starkiller was the son of Jedi master Kento and his wife Lara, who was also a renowned jedi. His mother had been killed in action and after the Great Jedi Purge, the infant Starkiller and his father Kento fled to a planet called Kashyyyk along with many other jedis who were seeking a safe haven. Hearing the unfortunate news of surviving jedi on Kashyyyk, Darth Vader and a group of stormtroopers attacked the planet and killed many of the jedis who opposed them. The last of the jedi left on Kashyyyk was Starkiller's father Kento. Kento tried to oppose Darth Vader but the jedi master was no match for the powerful sith. As Vader was about to deal a finishing blow unto Master Kento, his lightsaber was pulled out of his hand. Turning around Vader saw that the young Starkiller had pulled his lightsaber out of his hand using the Force in order to defend his father. Starkiller was showing signs of power in the Force from that young age and Vader saw this potential. After finishing off Master Kento, Darth Vader took the young boy into his ship..he had big plans for the little boy.
Vader's goal was to train the young boy in the ways of the sith and the dark side. He was planning to use Starkiller as a weapon to secure his own ascension to the powerful position of Dark Lord of the Sith. After many years of harsh and unforgiving training, Starkiller had become very powerful and formidable. The Rule of Two made the relationship between Darth Vader and Starkiller against Sith mandate. Because of this, Darth Vader was forced to keep Starkiller top secret, going as far as eliminating any Imperial Stormtroopers and civilians that saw Starkiller in action.
Trials of the Jedi Temple
After Starkiller finished his training, Darth Vader decided to test his apprentice's skill by sending him to the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. In this temple, Starkiller would face a metaphysical challenge that would force him to fight the jedi spirits of long gone legendary jedis. When Starkiller arrived at the Jedi Temple, it was guarded by Imperial Stormtroopers and droids. The first phase of the challenge was at hand, Starkiller had to destroy the droids and stormtroopers and gain entrance into the temple. Using his vast power in the Force, Starkiller was able to combine powerful attacks like Force Lightning and Force Repulse as well as his own unbridled lightsaber skills in order to completely destroy the group of stormtroopers and droids. As he entered the jedi temple he was met by the jedi spirit of Anoon Boondara, a jedi who had fought Darth Maul and sacrificed his life to save that of countless jedi younglings. Starkiller did battle with Anoon Boondara and was ultimately able to beat him.
Continuing into the temple, Starkiller confronted Darsha Assant who had been Anoon Boondara's padawan. She had been killed when she tried to cause an explosion to kill Darth Maul. She was strong in the force and was once able to even defeat Obi Wan Kenobi in a mock lightsaber duel. The cocky Starkiller, upon realizing that Assant was nothing more than a dead Padawan tried to lazily strike the spirit in its abdomen, a move that would've surely caused a win if it wasn't for Assant's power. Assant was able to defend herself and the two battled for about half an hour until Starkiller was able to finally defeat her, using his surroundings to cause a powerful Force lightning storm that decimated much of the interior of the temple. Starkiller was exhausted and fell to all fours. He didn't know if he would be able to continue, he had already faced two capable jedi spirits and as master Vader said, the last one would be the most powerful. As he rested, Starkiller was haunted by spirits of many dead jedis who told him to leave. Starkiller knew that the spirits would not be able to harm him as long as he didn't engage them in combat. After his short rest, Starkiller walked into the interior of the temple and found the Jedi High Council's meeting room. The seats were empty and dusty. He could only imagine the jedi who had once resided there. Yoda, Plo Koon, Mace Windu, Obi Wan Kenobi. Starkiller now knew what his last challenge was, he'd have to defeat one of the members of the Jedi High Council, this would not be an easy task as these were the most powerful jedi of their times. Sure enough, after a few seconds, fromer Jedi High Council member who was killed aboard a Republic Gunship appeared. The male Zabrak, Eeth Koth would be Starkiller's final and most difficult test. For about two hours the two master swordsman dueled with no end. Koth was able to knock Starkiller down with a force push that surprised the young Sith apprentice. Master Koth was about to deliver a finishing blow when Starkiller remembered what his master Darth Vader had told him.. "Let your hatred consume you, let the dark side power you, be one wit the Force. Unlock the painful memories that are buried deep in your soul!" Tired and exhausted, Starkiller was able to do what few Sith had done before him, unlock the full power of hatred, the full power of the Dark Side. A force lightning storm emanated from Starkiller's body and completely destroyed Eon Koth's spirit. The dark storm grew until electric currents ran through every corridor of the Jedi Temple, decimating every jedi spirit there and bringing the temple itself down to its foundations. The attack produced a mild lightning storm all over the surface of Coruscant. Amongst the rubble, covered by Force Lightning, stood the mighty Starkiller. He had succeeded. Starkiller heard callping close by and turning his body noticed Darth Vader standing there. "Bravo, my young apprentice, you have become more powerful than any Sith I've ever seen. You will be the one to carry the Sith mantle when I'm gone." Starkiller had felt the true power of the dark side, a power his master Darth Vader would never know. With a smirk and a cold stare the young apprentice replied, "yeah....when you're gone." Starkiller disrespectfully and brazenly turned his back to his master and walked off.
A Master's Betrayal
After witnessing the power that his apprentice was able to wield, Vader knew that he was a threat. A threat to his power and a threat to his aspirations as Dark Lord of the Sith. With this in mind, Darth Vader concocted a sinister plan. As Starkiller slept soundly, in his bed chamber pleased by the day's events, Vader gathered a group of the toughest bounty hunters, best stormtroopers, and strongest fighter droids he could get. While sleeping, Starkiler had a dream...a raven with a golden mask flew towards him and stared coldly at him. In a deep voice it said, "I am life, I am death, I am hatred, I am power! I am your master, you bow at my feet!" The giant bird seemed to blend in with the surrounding shadows and engulf Starkiller. The young man was frightened but tried to keep his cool. He tried to speak, to ask a question, to ask the bird what the hell was happening, but he was in the presence of pure power, and instead, became mute. The raven continued on "Tonight, your master will betray you, but fear not! For I will never leave you...I am the Dark Side, your god and you will bow to me!" Starkiller felt his knees get weak and he fell, bowing to the imposing bird. He was shocked. How was his master going to betray him? Lord Vader? But nevertheless, he knew tat if he had the power of the darks side on his side, he would squash Vader like a bug. The Raven glared at Starkiller with blood red eyes, "Now awaken, my faithful servant, for today is the first day of the rest of your life..." The Raven opened it's mouth and produced a frightful sound, like nothing Starkiller had ever heard before.
With this, he awakened from the dream...the nightmare. As he opened his eyes he saw dozens of people and droids surrounding him with blaster and guns pointed right at him. In the middle and at the head of the bed stood Drath Vader looking down on him. "You have served me well, apprentice...and you will be compensated." Vader turned to his right and motioned to the group, "there is a barge docked on platform A3, get him and put him in there. Do not fail me, for it will be the death of you, all of you." Darth Vader walked out of the room, his black cape trailing majestically behind him. Starkiller couldn't believe what was happening, but he knew, he'd just have to fight till the end. Angered, Starkiller used Force repulse to hurl the many bodies of his enemies around the large chamber. They flew around the room like ragdolls, to the young Sith apprentice's delight. Outside the bed chamber, Darth Vader waited nervously. He knew that the kid was too powerful and that he himself would have to step in if they had any chance of capturing him. The bounty hunters and stormtroopers tried in vain to shoot Starkiller, for he would simply deflect the blasts right back at them. Starkiller cared not about the fate of the lowly bounty hunters and stormtroopers, what he wanted was to find Vader and make him pay for his treachery. Starkiller slowly walked towards the door, ready to kill his master. As he crossed the threshold of the bed chamber, Darth Vader, who was patiently waiting swung at Starkiller with his lightsaber. The apprentice instinctively drew his own lightsaber and met Vader's blade with his. Vader breathed heavily. "Such a shame it has to end like this, yo would've been a great Sith." Starkiller answered that comment with a smirk and pushed his hands forward, pushing Darth Vader back. As Vader was pushed back, Starkiller moved his right hand forward and used a powerful Force push attack to send Vader crashing into a wall. With anger and hatred etched all over his face Starkiller said, "The only one dying tonight is you, old man..." With that Starkiller disconnected a large beam from the ceiling and sent it plunging down towards Darth Vader. He wanted to kill the treacherous bastard and take his rightful place as future Dark Lord of the Sith. Vader reacted too quickly, though and stopped the heavy beam from crashing onto him, sending it flying into a wall adjacent to him. Vader sat up and applied a Force choke on his secret apprentice. "Have you forgotten, young boy, that I was once hailed as the chosen one?! The one above all? I shall be the one to usher in a new age of darkness and if i have to squash a few bugs like you while i do it, then so be it." Still applying the Force choke on Starkiller, Vader stands up and strengthens his hold on the young man's neck. Starkiller felt the force around his neck tighten and tighten until it was unbearable, but as the dream said, the dark side was with him and only him. Starkiller dropped his lightsaber and tried to move both arms up to send a telekinetic wave at the Dark Lord but nothing happened. Vader laughed evily and mockingly said, "what's wrong, Starkiller, no more Force?" As Starkiller listened to Vader's mocking laughter he began to black out. He kept fighting the sleepy sensation until he felt a burning blast all over his back that ran through every nerve in his young body. As his body began to lose consciousness he again heard the raven from his dream saying, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." A bounty hunter had come to just in time and stunned Starkiller with his blaster gun. Vader let the unconscious body fall awkwardly to the ground. "Take him to the barge on platform A3, his ride is waiting." A few stormtroopers ran in and after bowing to Darth Vader, picked up the limp body and took him to the barge. Vader's plan was almost complete. The master of the barge nervously came out and asked Darth Vader, "Lord Vader...w-where exactly would you like to send this ship?" Darth Vader quickly replied, "Set coordinates to the Rhahba system." Surprised, the pilot said, "But Lord Vader anything that goes into the Rhahba system would surely be sucked into the black hole." Vader then responded, "I am aware of that, idiot. Now do as your told or you will suffer a far worse consequence than even Starkiller himself!"
"Yes sir!" The man set the coordinates and unlocked the barge from the platform, sending Starkiller to his doom. The barge sped toards the Rhahba system. Once there it would be sucked into one of the most powerful black holes in the known galaxy. Starkiller would never be seen again and Darth Vader would secure his place as the next Lord of the Sith.
Doom
The moment the humongous barge entered the Rhabha system, it experienced a slight tug westward. The numerous worker droids tried to do whatever they could to maintain a straight trajectory, but it was too late, the ship was trapped. it would take a couple of days for the ship to fully enter the black hole and for those two days Darth Vader was very tense. If Starkiller managed to somehow come out of this, he would be a very powerful challenger to the Dark Lord's power. A day passed and the ship was slowly being consumed and pulled closer and closer into the blakc hole. Starkiller finally regained consciousness and looked around the room. "What the hell is happening? Where am I?" Starkiller wandered through the barely lit corridors of the ship until he finally came across a maintenance droid. Starkiller yelled "Identify yourself! Where are you taking me?" The droid replied, "I am worker droid class 3 number A4255 at your service. The ship's coordinates were set to the Rhabha system but we are experiencing a strong force drawing us westward and into the a blackhole. Total consumption time is set at 19 hours 4 minutes and 1 second from now." Starkiller grew infuriated and tried to use force push to send the droid crashing into the wall but to his surprise he could not execute force push. "What the hell is wrong with me? What's happening?" The young man was now yelling loud enough that his voice rang throughout the hallways of the barge. Starkiller was desolate, alone. Darth Vader had betrayed him, the Dark Side had abandoned him, and he was barreling towards his impending doom. Starkiller walked back to the chamber he had woken up in and sat in the corner, tears began gathering in his eyes, there was no use masking his feelings now.
At that moment the room was consumed with a dark shadow and everything turned pitch black except for two bright red lights that seemed to stare back at him. Starkiller knew the that those were the eyes of the creature he had seen in his dream. "You! You lied to me! You said you would never leave me!" A Crashing sound and a deep voice interrupted the young man's words, "Silence! You will not talk to your master that way!" The red eyes grew brighter and Starkiller was forced to his knees. "You are but a pawn in my plan. I have not left you, as I said before, I do not turn my backs on those who faithfully serve me! Now be quiet and stop your lamentations for I will deliver you and put you in high places. Do not worry about the things that are out of your control, young human, just trust in me and I will guide you." The room began to shake as the darkness disappeared. Starkiller stayed on his knees. The power of the dark side was evident and it had a plan for him. He would just wait patiently and not worry.
Sirens wailed and lights flashed all over the barge. It was Total Consumption Time, the ship was finally being fully sucked into the mighty black hole. Starkiller had spent the last few hours wondering and meditating. He now stumbled slowly to the the viewing screen of the ship, from where he could see the outside. It was beautiful. Light danced as it slowly but surely became a part of the collective darkness. "Darkness destroying light, how majestic. Lord Vader would have loved to see this." Starkiller wondered if the dark entity's plan included him getting his revenge from his treacherous master, Darth Vader. Starkiller sighed knowing that he would be one of the first men to ever get sucked into a blackhole and live to tell about it. As the ship lost all electircal capabilities and all the lights shut off, Starkiller decided to stay calm. He went back to his bed and lied down, slowly drifting to sleep as he was lulled by the sound of pure and utter chaos.
Awakening
When Starkiller awoke he felt very strange, as if nothing had happened. Looking out the viewing screen he realized that the ship had been shaped into a perfect cube of steel and was now drifting aimlessly in space. Starkiller could see constellations he had never seen before. Throughout his training, Darth Vader had taken his former apprentice all over the galaxy, to different systems, to the outer rim, even wild space, but this....this was a place he had never been too. Starkiller felt a strange presence and immediately turned around, it was the Raven, the one who called itself the Dark Side. Starkiller knelt down, this time out of his will, and bowed his head,"Master." The Raven starred coldly at the young man, "Are you ready Starkiller?" Starkiller raised an eyebrow and replied, "Ready for what, master?" The raven maintained its stare as it said with full conviction "You are far away from home, far, far away. The Sith are dead, Starkiller, torn apart by their own arrogance and worldly desires. They put their wishes in front of me and have suffered the consequences. Now, human, you are my only servant and you will help me restore the dark side to what it once was." Curiosity came to the young man. "And what of the Jedi Order, master?" Did Vader succeed in their demise?" The Raven grew angered and exclaimed, "The same way your master Vader betrayed you...he betrayed me, he betrayed the dark side, and for that he was struck down! Slowly, the jedi fell by the Sith's hands and by changes in lifestyle. They abandoned the Force just as the Sith did, they slowly forgot about it until no Jedi was left. However, my companion and eternal enemy searched far and wide and has come upon something, someone. One man, one last jedi to oppose me! And that, my faithful human servant, THAT is why you are here. You will exterminate this scum, you will live for his death." Motioning towards a glass case the Raven continued, "Now go and kill the last of the jedi, let their legacy be lost, let the balance be tipped in our favor and let the darkness reign once more!" Starkiller walked to the glass case and opened it, revealing a lightsaber hilt. Starkiller pulled it out and looked closer at it. The hilt contained a carving of three of the most faithful Sith officers, Naga Sadow, Darth Maul, and Darth Bane, and in the center, it contained the emblem of the Sith. "I will do as you wish, my master" Starkiller looked up and saw that the Raven had already disappeared. Looking through the viewing screen, the young Sith noticed something. A blue orb, shinning in the middle of space, close-by there was a white orb, most likely its moon. Starkiller smiled as he looked at the small planet and said to himself, "Behold, the blue planet, the location of the last showdown between good and evil, light and dark, jedi and sith....this should be fun..."
Final Unity
The following are the posts Starkiller made from the RPG Final Unity
1)For the last month, Starkiller had had floated aimlessly in space, inside his cub shaped ship. He had just gone through a black hole and had seen all kinds of things that God had never intended any of his creatures to see. In that black hole, darkness ruled. Light fell to the mighty hand of the black terror, and Starkiller learned one lesson, one lesson that would resonate throughout the crevices of his body. Darkness will always rule. Darkness is what keeps the Universe in balance. Darkness is power. Starkiller would put his trust, his faith in the dark side, and it would deliver him, it would give him power...The power to crush, the power to lead, the power to manipulate.. ABSOLUTE POWER!
Starkiller sat on the floor of the cold, dark, metallic chamber in the center of his ship. Time had faded away into nothingness, but it felt like yesterday that his master, the Lord Darth Vader, had betrayed him and exiled him from his world. Vader had feared his young secret apprentice, feared his power, feared his mastery of the force. However, Starkiller now had a new master: The Black Raven, the manifestation of the Dark Side itself and he would stop at nothing to do as this new master commanded. The young sith was now edging slowly towards his new target: Earth. The Black Raven had commanded him to search for and eliminate the last living jedi and Starkiller readying his body and mind for the encounter. He knew that jedis were great wielders of the force and very tough, but he knew that with the full power of the Dark Side at his disposal he would eventually be able to come out on top. \
The young sith had not eaten since he entered the black hole. Hunger ate at his insides like a ravenous beast, tearing away at the lining of his esophagus. But with deep meditation and focus, he had ben able to subdue the beast and quell its desperate cries. Personally, Starkiller thought of this as an advantage. By disposing of his human frivolities, and taking control of pain, he had become a better specimen, far from human, devoid of pain and the childish needs and wants of man. He was whole 'nother species and had dreams of one day ruling the galaxy with an iron fist and incomparable demeanor.
In an instant, Starkiller rose to his feet. He wondered how long it would be until he entered the blue planet's atmosphere. He couldn't wait to show his master his unbridled skill and mastery. The young Sith walked towards the viewing screen of the ship. Strangely, this apparatus had been one of the only that had remained unphased during the entry through the black hole. He smirked as he observed the small blue planet in the distance. So frail, so...vulnerable. How ironic that in this piece of sh!t, this vile heap of water and vegetation, the ultimate struggle between good and evil would come to its bloody conclusion. Starkiller saw a future in which this earth and the surrounding universe was shrouded in darkness, where he was the law, where everyone answered to him. No more treachery, no more pain....just pure, absolutely beautiful darkness. Starkiller's eyes rolled in their sockets as his vision shifted westward. He squinted as he saw something truly unexpected.
Lights....a huge group of lights, bunched together. As the minutes passed and Starkiller looked even more carefully he realized that these weren't just any lights. This was a fleet. Each one of those lights, a single, powerful and imposing ship. As the fleet neared Starkiller's vessel, their lights seemed to alternate between white, red, and orange. The young sith looked on in confusion as the fleet broke up into separate units. These starships were not like none he had seen before. Their design was very different and peculiar. A huge chunk of the fleet sped toward Earth but a small group of ships continued to close in on Starkiller's vessel. Seconds later, he felt a strong tug towards the group of ships. Starkiller lost his balance and fell to the cold, dirty floor. He was confused. Were these Imperial ships sent to look for him and retrieve him? Did they originate from the blue planet? What were their intentions? Whatever they may be, It seemed like it wouldn't take long for the young sith to find out. A white blade that resembled light burst through the walls and proceeded to tear and melt the metal of it, created a circle shaped hole through Starkiller's ship. With eyes, squinted, He looked into the bright light and could feel the heat of the blade, it made him sweat, it made him uneasy. Starkiller reached into his holster and pulled out his lightsaber. As he deployed it, the room became illuminated with a mix of white an red light. Starkiller heard rustling and footsteps coming his way, they were about to board his vessel. The young sith, gripped his lightsaber tighlty and continued looking into the light. Whatever was coming his way, he was ready. Friend or foe, he wasn't going to wait to find out. As a tall man stepped into the chamber, Starkiller jumped at him and slashed away with his lightsaber. With ease and fluid a very fluid movement, the man simply stepped out of the way. Starkiller turned around, frustration etched all over his face.
Who are you? what do you want with me?
The tall man simply replied with a smirk and looked to his side. He was looking at someone else. In a swift and violent motion, Starkiller turned around to see who was standing behind him. As he turned, he felt a strong force come hard over his head and felt a hot jolt of electricity run through his nerves. The young Sith fell to the floor and after a few twitching motions lost all consciousness. As he was surrounded by black and darkness, a strange figure approached him; it was his master, the Black Raven. Before Starkiller had the chance to honoroabley greet his master the humongous bird spoke in a deep voice that seemed to echo in the darkness,
You will be tried, you will be weathered, you will be broken down into nothingness, restored, and broken down again till all that is human and light in you ceases to exist. They will make you their bitch, you will cry and whimper...but when all this is said and done, you...you Starkiller will be stronger, stronger than any man this galaxy has ever known. You will be my weapon, my tool. I will mold you into the perfect image of darkness and desolation. Be true to the Dark Side, human, and it will be true to you, it will deliver you from your enemies.
As the voice seemed to still be ringing in his body, Starkiller awoke, surrounded by gawking faces. THere was a metallic collar on his neck, a collar that everyone else in the room seemed to have on their necks as well. Starkiller wondered where he was. He looked around the room and could see a diverse collection of humans and alien races he had never seen before. One of the green skinned creatures stood up and lent Starkiller a hand. Rudely, the sith slapped his hand away and stood up by himself.
Can anyone tell me where the hell I am?
The green skinned creature, appalled by the human's lack of respect said in a high pitchy voice. You, just like the rest of us, have been captured by a vicious race. By now, you're planet has been pulverized and maybe even destroyed. The place we're going is not pretty. I suggest you make as many friends and allies as you can now, that is, if you want to survive.
2) Starkiller frowned and raised his eyebrow as he heard what the green-skinned alien had to say. The words coming from his mouth shocked and appalled the young sith. You, just like the rest of us, have been captured by a vicious race. By now, you're planet has been pulverized and maybe even destroyed.
His thoughts raced through his mind. Before he was a captured, his mission had been to go to Earth and exterminate the last living jedi. Now everything was changing. The planet he was going to, the blue planet, supposedly had been destroyed. Starkiller wondered what the fate of the jedi was. The young sith's emotions and feelings were conflicting...at best. He wanted the jedi dead, yes, but he wanted to be the one to kill him, he wanted to squeeze every molecule of life from the wretched, rotten body of the jedi. Oh how good it would feel to kill that man, to fulfill his destiny and become the lone wielder of the force. How great would it feel to know that the last remnant of one of the most ancient, powerful orders in the history of the universe had been slain by his hands. It would be the first step towards the destruction of light, towards the implementation of a new era of evil, dread and darkness. Starkiller wanted to be the one to usher in the new age of darkness and he felt that it would truly be a shame if that last jedi who lived on the blue planet had been killed by the acts of these petty miscreants. Starkiller had no idea what the goal of this technologically advanced alien race was. Why were they rounding up members of different races? The green-skinned alien continued speaking.
The place we're going is not pretty. I suggest you make as many friends and allies as you can now, that is, if you want to survive. Starkiller didn't know where exactly they were being taken but the situation didn't look too great. The prisoners looked down, beaten; their spirits had been crushed their hearts were sinking, and even in that state of total desolation, and loss of hope, they seemed imposing and threatening as they stared Starkiller down. A conflict at this point would be utterly meaningless, so Starkiller decided to just find a place to sit in the room and be quiet. Starkiller dove once again into thought as he remembered the words of his master, the Black Raven. You will be tried, you will be weathered, you will be broken down into nothingness, restored, and broken down again till all that is human and light in you ceases to exist. They will make you their bitch, you will cry and whimper...but when all this is said and done, you...you Starkiller will be stronger, stronger than any man this galaxy has ever known. You will be my weapon, my tool. I will mold you into the perfect image of darkness and desolation. Be true to the Dark Side, human, and it will be true to you, it will deliver you from your enemies.
T he words had been an eerie prophecy but nevertheless, Starkiller trusted that the force would guide him and his actions. All of a sudden the room began to shake and vibrate. Many of the people and creatures there became frightened and some started yelling in diverse languages. A sense of desperation fell upon the residents of the damned room. Starkiller had never seen such madness, it looked as if the creatures were being tortured. Yet in the middle of all the madness, the young sith saw one big, orange-skinned creature just sitting there, seemingly unphased by the events. As he made eye contact with him Starkiller asked, What's happening here? What's wrong with these people? The orange skinned creature looked away and said solemnly, We're landing, Starkiler. The fear sometimes is just too much for the weak minded...but not you, right? Starkiller was surprised the orange skinned man's words and stared at him. He hadn't told anyone his name. He felt a very strange presence in his mind and was about to ask him how he knew his name, when the door of the room creaked loudly and swung open violently. In came three big men in black leather suits, holding what seemed to be electric clubs. The room became quiet as everyone stared at the men. One by one they put chains on everyone and took them out of the room one by one. Starkiller tried to fight back but was promptly clubbed in the head. He went unconscious and one of the men had to pick him up on their shoulder and take him to a cell.
Starkiller woke up, alone, in a cell, chained to the wall with huge, heavy shackles. He tried to escape, he tried to use the force to pull out the chains from the wall but to no avail. It was useless it seemed like the metal bracelet around his neck nullified him somehow. He struggled and sturggled, and swore loudly in his cell. F*ck! What the f*ck?! As his cries became louder and louder, a guard came to his cell. What the f*ck is wrong with you? your frightening the damn buyers, human.
Buyers?, Starkiller thought. The young sith became infurairated. You're selling us? Are we nothing but f*cking slaves to you? The guard stared and at the human and walked slowly towards him. You know for a small, insignificant creature, you sure do have a huge temperament, and an even bigger mouth. The guard laughed and slapped the sith with the back of his right hand. By this time, the only thing that was keeping Starkiller from lunging at the guard was the heavy chains around his hands and feet. The guard seemed to be prodding the sith. His eyes stared right through Starkiller. They saw the hatred in him, sensed the darkness, and knew, knew that this lowly human was meant to be more than just an everyday slave. The guard smirked as he walked closer to Starkiller. He raised a club in the air and , Starkiller, knowing that he could not do much to defend himself closed his eyes and braced himself for the intense pain. He waited a few seconds but to his surprise, he was met with no pain whatsoever, no searing shock, but just a harmless beeping sound that came from his collar. As he opened his eyes and looked down at his collar, he could see that the color of the light on it had been changed from green to red. The young sith looked up at the guard with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds of intense staring, the guard simply said, Good luck in the arena, f*ckface, and left, laughing, and closing the cell door behind him.
Morning came and as the sun illuminated the holding cells, many strong, well built guardsmen, arrived and took all the male captives with red lights on their collars. Starkiller was taken to the middle of what seemed like a crowd. He saw as many of the people he had seen in the ship were now being sold liked slabs of meat. As the bigger captives were sold, the crowd slowly became smaller and smaller. It seemed as if the potential buyers were not interested in the smaller specimen. Starkiller looked on as the orange skinned man that had inexplicably known his name was taken on stage. The crowd went quiet and it seemed like no one wanted to buy him. Starkiller didn't exactly know why. The man was well-built, tall, and seemed strong. Many in the crowd jeered and yelled, Ha ha he's a Jefad. No one wants him! kill him! The orange skinned man seemed unphased and stared front. The price kept coming lower and lower until one man, scrawny and shaggy hearded appeared in the front of the crowd, saying, I'll take the Jefad...they might be weird creatures but good enough fighters, nonetheless. 27 marks, no more, no less. The auctioneer grinned and looked back at a guard as he whispered, "God, we'd be lucky if we could find a sucker to take him for free. Looking back at the buyer he said loudly and with a pinch of a humor in his voice, Sold! to the man in the green shawl!
Next up was Starkiller. By now most of the crowd was gone. It seemed humans weren't very popular in the gladiator arena. Starkiller stared at each face in the crowd that seemed to be smirking and laughing. They underestimated him, they thought he was just another human, ready to lie down and die like a f*cking dog; they had no idea what he was capable of. As with the mysterious jefad man, before him, the price plummeted in steady intervals as people seemed reluctant to buy a lowly human. Finally the raggedy man, the same who had bought the Jefad, came forth once more and offered to buy him at 57 marks. Again the auctioneer smirked and yelled in his scratchy voice, Sold!
The deed was done; Starkiller was now officially nothing more than a piece of real estate. Two men immediately came to either side of the man who had boughten Starkiller and the Jefad. They turned on some strange magnetic guns and literally began to drag them into a large hovercraft. Looking at both Starkiller and the Jefad they said, Just try no to kill each other in there. They were both taken into a cell at a house and slept there for the night. In the morning, the raggedy man, otherwise known as their owner walked in and asked them their names. The jefad said in a deep voice, "I am Rabsus the Forgotten One, but you sir, can call me Raby. W hen the owner asked Starkiller what his name was he answered loudly I am Starkiller, treat me right, and I juust might not kill you when i finally escape these confines.
The owner laughed and seemed care-free as he said, well..my name is Django, but you can call me master. Today you will do battle, bravely step into the arena and fight, maybe even to the death. If you win, you will make me a proud man, If you lose...well don't worry about losing, you won't be around long enough to figure out the consequences. The man clapped twice as his henchman stepped from out of the shadows and once again used the magnetic guns to drag the two into a hovercraft. The inside of the craft was pitch black and they could see nothing but could hear people cheering outside. The jefad man, who Starkiller had now learned was named Raby, spoke and said, Why do you let yourself be shrouded by so much darkness and hatred? What's the purpose? Starkiller could not see the jefad but could feel the man looking at him. The question perplexed him, the jefad seemed to know intimate, inner details about the young sith, details that he hadn't spoken about with anyone. Though he was very much vexed by the confusion and personal question, he answered, Darkness, hatred, thirst for blood, inner rage..that is the true essence of power. I am much more than human, I am a sith, a force wielder and hatred is the key to manipulating that power and shaping it into whatever the f*ck you want it to be. The door suddenly opened and the rays of sunlight consumed the darkness inside the craft, an eery image that infuriated Starkiller and made his blood boil. They were dragged out of the craft and thrown to the door below. Suddenly, he felt a strong tug in the back of his neck. He was separated from Rab. and thrown in yet another cell.
Hours passed and finally the loud screech of foreign instruments were heard. The stadium seemed to vibrate as noise overpowered the stadium. The crowd was going wild. He heard many voices, but they were muffled by the wall and Starkiller could not distinguish what they said. Fifteen minutes later, as quickly as the stadium had been filled with bellowing and sheer pandemonium, it grew quiet. It was a quiet like none other. Like if the crowd was holding it breath in a collective gasp. A loud clatter could be heard down the hall. Starkiller stood and walked to the bars of is cell trying to spy what was happening. What he saw shocked him. Raby, the Jefad, was making his way down the hall, covered from head to toe wit crimson red blood. As he made his way to Starkiller's cell he looked at him with a grin and said wryly, See? you don't need darkness to win. Without another word, he walked passed Starkiler's cell and stepped into his own cell, the grin still etched in his face. Apparently, Raby had won his battle. What a surprise. Starkiller was quickly finding out that the jefad were a very enigmatic race.
The young sith put his face in his hands as he wondered what he would encounter in the arena. A Rancor? A Wookie? A Brumak? His thoughts were interrupted as a huge man appeared on the other side of his cell. Your turn buddy, the man said, unlocking the cell door. Two other men appeared and grabbed a hold of the young sith. They walked him past many cells, containing prisoners..gladiators. One of the guards pushed a bottom on the side of the wall and the huge, metal wall in front of them slowly began descending into the floor. As the wall came down the sound of the crowd was amplified about a thousand times. Starkiller looked upon the stadium , the people, the blood stained dirt in front of him. It was clear that many had died there, fighting for their lives. Skeletons could be seen hanging from the walls of the mighty stadium. Starkiller did nothing but smile as many in the crowd began laughing at him, calling him pathetic. Suddenly, the deafening sound of the crowd went quiet as two mighty metal doors on the opposite side of the stadium flung open. Out of the shadows stepped a huge pale foot, followed by another pale foot and then ultimately by the rest of the pale body of a creature unlike any other. Whatever the hell the creature was it was ugly..and very, very big. The crowd once again began to go wild. Deep down in his heart of hearts, Starkiller was filled with fear and uncertainty. His forehead was adorned with multiple beads of sweat. However, he quickly heard some very reassuring words.
Trust in the force, trust in the dark side. I will deliver you.
A small jolt went down his spine as he felt the metallic collar come off him. He now once again felt reconnected with the dark side. He felt power. Whatever the hell that creature was, he knew it was no match for the power of the Dark Side. The wall behind him once again was in place and the guards that accompanied him to the arena, nowhere to be seen. He stared across the stadium at the hideous beast and wondered if he was looking at the face of death itself, or just another stepping stone in his quest for power.
3) For a few minutes it seemed as if everything was in slow motion. Flashes of light filled the stadium. The alien crowd was eager to see the demise of this lowly human. They thought nothing of him. Another worthless alien wriggling for his life to entertain them. But they didn't know....They didn't know that Starkiller was more than just another alien; they didn't know that now that the metal collar was off him, a power unlike any other once again flowed through his veins and intertwined itself with his soul..and for their ignorance, for their underestimation, they would pay, pay dearly. They will be the one's to wriggle in pain as the power of the Dark Side of The Force is unleashed upon them. But for now, Starkiller had other things to worry about... They young sith gazed at the monstrosity that was crossing the threshold at the other side of the arena. It was huge, at least 12 feet tall, with pale, colorless skin, and teeth that were gnarled like the roots of an ancient, weathered tree. Its eyes glimmered with a red light, unlike any other. The gaze it returned to the young sith seemed to stare into his soul. It analyzed and prodded, churning his insides and making his vulnerabilities evident. Starkiller was powerful that much was true. He was devoid of sensitivities and petty emotions, with no empathy towards any creature in the galaxy. He truly was the ultimate weapon of the sith, but with all these advantages, with all these efforts to purge his body ad soul of anything that may be considered a symbol of human weakness, he was human nonetheless. Warm blood ran through his thin veins, his heart pumped a monotonous beat, his bones were breakable and vulnerable. But human or not, Starkiller knew that he had something on his side that would not let him fail. No matter the odds, no matter the size or ferocity of the opponent, the Dark Side would never abandon those who faithfully served it, it would never betray him.
Starkiller struggled to stay composed and to keep a defiant grin on his face. With a gulp, he took a step forward, at all times keeping his eyes on the creature that would be his opponent. The crowd laughed in unison at the young sith. Some on the crowd commented on his small stature, some made fun of his lack of weapons and lack of body armor. Starkiller's new owner was one of the poorest, most unsuccessful, solicitors on the planet. He was known for his bad decision making and botched investments in gladiators who ended up dying before the arena could be adequately filled. Because of his monetary situation, Starkiller's owner was not able to supply him with an adequate weapon or body armor. Starkiller began wondering what had happened to his lightsaber. It had been a beautiful lightsaber, given to him by his new master, the Black Raven. Powerful yet accommodating, with it in his hands, Starkiller felt he could defeat any foe. Starkiller would kill to have it back in his hands where it belonged. As he wondered about the fate of his beloved weapon, he looked up into the stands. There he saw the man who had bought him at the slave auctions. Even now, he refused to call the man his owner, he refused to believe that he belonged to anyone other than the Dark Side. The man had a wide grin in his face, probably the result of his other gladiator's win earlier on, it seemed like he didn't really care how Starkiller fared in his battle. One win in the arena for a day was way above average and already made him proud beyond belief. Personally, Starkiller didn't give a shit about bringing his so-called master pride or riches, he considered this a small requirement on his own quest for glory.
With the crowd cheering and the hideous monster staring and salivating, Starkiller took another step forward. The monster began growling and finally roared as its handlers struggled to keep a hold of the chains that held it back. The young sith did not react to the loud roar that resonated throughout the stadium and produced a large uproar in the crowd. He felt the monsters hot breath splatter against his face, it smelled of blood and rotting flesh. Finally the people in the crowd began simultaneously standing up on their feet and cheering louder. The sound was now deafening, like a flock of a hundred eagles getting ready to swoop down and feed. Horns began blaring and joined in with the cheering. It was time...time to separate the men from the boys, time to fight.
With little warning the handlers let go of the chains that kept the monster down. As the monster tasted the sweet, heavenly nectar of freedom, it seemed to grin at the young sith. Starkiller knew what the monster had been feeling. It had met eyes with him the moment he had stepped into the arena, it had been waiting patiently, eager to tear the flesh off Starkiller's bones and bathe the stadium in blood and guts. Now it was free to do as it wished but that hideous monstrosity was in for a very rude awakening. As the pale, white monster ran towards Starkiller with astounding speed and fury, it picked up dust in all directions and created a mini sandstorm. When the monster finally lunged itself at the young sith, Starkiller used the force to create a strong, protective field around him. The monster smacked the force field with a deafening force that made the whole arena shake. The collision of the monster's face with the solid wall of telekinetic force made gobs of blood and mucus rush out of its mouth and unto the dirt on which the battle was held. The crowd suddenly went quiet. They wondered what the hell was happening, what had stopped that merciless monstrosity dead in its tracks. Seeing the crowd's reaction filled the young sith's heart with utter joy. He smiled and looked at the crowd, with a satisfied look. Without lifting his look from the crowd, Starkiller then dismantled his force field and as the monster slowly flopped to the floor he sent a powerful telekinetic wave towards its direction. The monster was sent flying to the wall behind it with such a force, that many of the skeletons that had been hanged on the arena's wall came down and crashed to the dirt. Starkiller yawned as he walked slowly to the monster. He bathed in the glory of the crowd's shocked silence. When he got to a distance 10 feet from the monster, he felt his legs being swept up from under him and fell on his side. The monster had flicked its tail and tripped him. The monstrosity rose to his feet, blood and mucus covering its mouth, and roared once more. The roar picked up more dirt and covered the battlefield in dust. Starkiller coughed as he struggled to see where the monster was. Before he could react the foul beast appeared behind him and threw him against the wall that had already been partly destroyed by the collision with the monster.
Starkiller crashed against the broken wood and steel. He felt a strong pain in his spine as he fell to the dirt. He looked around and saw the bones and skulls surrounding him. As he fought, trying to stay conscious, he noticed something in one of the skulls mouths. reaching into it, he pulled out something cold and hard. Looking at it, he realized that what he had just pulled out of that skull was nothing less than his beloved lightsaber, the one the Black Raven had given to him. He felt the force in his body as it gradually healed all the wounds and broken bones. The dust was now settling and Starkiller saw the foul beast walking slowly towards him, twirling its thick tail behind it. In one swift and graceful movement, the young sith rose to his feet and deployed his lightsaber. As he did this, he heard a deep voice in his head repeating what he had heard and trusted in so many times before.
Trust in the force, trust in the dark side. I will deliver you.
As the creature lunged at Starkiller, Starkiller lunged back at him, slashing his lightsaber forward towards the creature's left arm. Starkiller landed 5 feet behind the creature and as he looked back, he noticed the huge left arm of the monster lying on the floor. The monster growled loudly and turned around quickly, revealing his razor sharp teeth. It lunged at Starkiller once more, intent on making the young sith its dinner. Reacting quickly, Starkiller drove the lightsaber forward into the monsters stomach and pulled downward, letting the saber melt through the layers of thick skin and fat that covered the creature. The horrendous smell of burnt flesh filled the air of the arena as huge drops of blood and molten guts fell to the dirt with a watery plopping sound. Most of the people in the crowd were now disgusted and some were already throwing up, revealing what they had had for lunch. As the saber melted though the monsters intestines, the creature let out an unearthly roar that sounded like a cry for help. Starkiller was relishing every second of the encounter and in his mind was yelling, Cry, b!tch, cry!
Despite all the pain that it was showing, the monster was not going down. It tossed its remaining arm around trying to get a hold of the sith. Starkiller dodged its many blind attempts and answered them with more thrusts of the saber. Turning off his lightsaber, Starkiller then unleashed an unforgiving surge of force lightning, covering the monster's body in electricity. Starkiller could only imagine the pain that the creature was feeling as his frivolous life was now escaping him. After the unforgiving attack, the beast finally fell to its knees. Starkiller spit in its face and put his hands at either side of the its head. Looking into its eyes, Starkiller smiled and said furiously, F*ck you as he crushed the monster's skull with the raw power of the force. The lifeless body of the monster then plopped to the floor, covered in a pool of blood and guts. Starkiller began laughing hysterically as he looked into the crowd. Fueled by hatred and desire to kill, he began readying another attack of powerful force lightning targeted towards the crowd until, a guard surprised him from behind and clamped on the power-dampening metal collar. Starkiller felt the power rush out of his body and was again reduced to a mere mortal. Angered, he grabbed the guard by his arm and began delivering right handed punches to the man's face until another guard came from the back and struck him with an electric club on the top of the head. As electricity poured into his body, the young sith fell to the floor and lost consciousness.
5 Hours Later...
Starkiller awoke in his stone bed located in his holding cell as the man who had purchased him sat by him. After a long, awkward stare, the man smiled and said, Good work, gladiator, you made me a very proud man today and you will be rewarded. Starkiller, still dazed and confused replied with a cold stare and finally spit in the man's face. F*ck you he said angrily as he sat up. Seeing the anger in his face, the man became afraid and began screaming for the guards. As Starkiller put his hands around the man's neck, trying to choke his life out, four big guards came rushing into the cell and separated him from his master. The guards pulled and dragged the young sith out of the cell and down the hallway. Arriving at a small room at the end of the mighty hall, the guards threw the furious Starkiller in and closed the heavy door of the room. Starkiller kept yelling obscenities as he sat in the smaller, cramp room. His fury and hatred could no longer be contained. He was ready for his next match.....ready to kill again.....
4) Starkiller stared intently at the steel door across the room. He was sitting solemnly on the concrete bed in his new cell. He had been brought here because he had lost control, he had finally snapped and tried to kill his "owner" which, apparently in this world, was a big no no. Inside him there was a strong thirst, a thirst for blood. His last kill had been 5 hours ago, he had killed the foul beast with the power of the force. The power of hatred had consumed him. For those fifteen minutes in that coliseum, Starkiller had become much more than human. Fueled by rage, powered by the Dark Side of the Force, Starkiler had become a divine entity , one with darkness, one with hatred, he sensed the collective mood of the crowd, and felt nothing more but a strong desire to kill them all. But that feeling of sheer power, that energy that ran though him....all had stopped the moment the metal collar was placed back around his neck. Digging deeper into his dark twisted soul, Starkiller cursed loudly as he sat in the high-security cell. He stood up aggressively and smirked before he ran towards the steel door at full speed. A large thud resonated throughout the hallways as flesh and bone collided with the cold steel door. The sith fell to the floor but immediately got back up and once again ran at the door. He repeated this over and over again until his shoulder was bloody and sore. Let me out! he said loudly as he tried to get the attention of the guards.
Starkiller's owner, worried that he might injure himself beyond use, beckoned to the guards and ordered them to calm him down. A minute later, the young sith heard a soft hiss behind him and turned around quickly. The sound was coming from the small air vents at either side of the room. A guard came to his door and tapped it, the soft sound of metal echoed a little and then died. Turning around, Starkiller once again charged the door, except this time, he stumbled to the floor after two steps. Starkillers breathing picked up and his eyes became bloodshot. What...the...fu... The guard at the opposite side at the door began chuckling as he said, A powerful nerve agent is now being fed into your cell. When you wake up, I expect you to be on your best behavior. The young sith slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
5 Hours Later.
When Starkiller woke up he was chained to a post, surveying his surroundings, he could see stains of blood on the walls and floor and could hear the cries of people in chambers close-by. He was stripped of his clothes and the floor felt cold and damp on his skin. The young sith quickly remembered why he was there and rage once again filled his heart. He stood up and pulled at the chains but they wouldn't give, the shackles were heavy and tight, there was no escape in sight. As his anger slowly grew, the door swung open with a loud creak and revealed a tall man dressed in black and carrying a whip. With a smile he looked at Starkiller and said coldly,
When I'm done with you, you will have learned to respect your master, you human scum.
The man slowly walked up to Starkiller, tightening the grip on the whip's handle. Starkiller cringed, readying himself for the whip's contact with his body. The man rose the whip in the air and brought it down on the young sith's body. The pain rushed through the sith's body quickly, but he tried not too scream. Before the shock of the first whip left his body, the whip once again made contact with his skin. The punishment continued, until Starkiller's will to cover up his pain fleeted and he began screaming in agony, the whole time plotting, plotting what he would do when he was finally free.
5) Craaaack Craaaaack! The sound of the metal tip of the whip making contact with Starkiller's body echoed throughout the room and was joined by the groans and moans of the young Sith. The guard who was whipping him responded to Starkiller's cries with a deep and taunting laugh.
You fool! You thought you could disrespect a Crassian? You thought a mere human, who's nothing but a crude composition of rotten flesh and inferior blood could stand up to the might of THE most powerful race that this universe has ever seen? This is what your pride and courage has brought for you. The man again began to laugh and taunt Starkiller again, Now cry little human...cry for that bitch mother of yours...cry for your friends, for your companions. Cry all you want...because they can't hear you..and they sure as hell won't come to your rescue. Thick tears were now streaming down the young Sith's face. As he observed a shadow in the wall in front of him. A very familiar shape. It was the shadow of a raven. The shadow of his master. Starkiller began to whisper so silently that the the guard could barely hear it.
You...you said you would never leave me...you said you would deliver me from my hardships. You said you'd be there when I needed you most. Well...now i need you. Come and aid me, master. You must aid me.
The tall man grew angry and exclaimed, Are you praying? HAHA Your pathetic. He let the whip fall once more on the Sith's back. Pray to your god....Pray that your next life won't be as horrible as this because he there's nothing he can do for you now. Look at you...ha! Where is that fire that was burning ever so brightly in the arena, human? Where is that determination that had made the crowd in the arena fall silent for the first time in a century? HAHA! Now look at you. Your once robust, musclebound back: now bare bone covered in scant pieces of loose skin; Your once proud and courageous face: now a mess of tears, blood, sweat, and snot; Your once powerful spirit: broken, Your once unbreakable determination: now gone. So yes...sickly human...the only thing left for you to do is pray to your god. The man once again let out a roar of laughter that deeply perturbed Starkiller. Come on now, you pathetic bastard, PRAY! I want to hear you exclaim I want to hear you plead, beg, grovel! he he he....PRAY TO YOUR GOD! The Crassian finally said letting down the most powerful and striking whip yet. The metal tip of the whip dove deep into Starkiller's bloody back and tore through skin and flesh. As it came back up it brought with it pieces of flesh and skin that now went flying into the air. Blood splattered to the nearby wall.....but this time Starkiller did not yell in agony...he did not plead or ask for mercy. He simply closed his eyes and said in a low, calm and confident voice.
Not my god.... my master.
Starkiller suddenly opened his eyes wide, as a psychotic grin formed on his face. From a young age he had been taught by Lord Vader to use pain, anger, and hatred as a weapon. He had been taught to repress his memories and vengeful thoughts, to lock them up for a while and then to finally release and unlock them when he need be. Now at this critical point, Starkiller had reached his limit. He had been pushed, prodded, tortured and humiliated by this man with the whip...this...Crassian. Pop! goes the weasel. Starkiller began to regain strength in his body. He felt something..something that he had been lacking since that damned collar was put on him. Once again, Starkiller felt real power. He had prayed to his master...and his master had responded. Thank you, he muttered as a deranged look began to occupy his face. He felt a thirst for blood, a desire to kill. The power of the Dark Side was now rushing through his blood and now began to appear visible to the Crassian as a red aura covered the Sith's body. The Crassian guard couldn't believe what he was seeing.
What the f*ck? What kind of sorcery is this?
Starkiller still with a deranged look, upon hearing the question, quickly turned to the guard. Sorcery? Ha! No, bitch. This..THIS IS THE POWER OF THE FORCE!!! In a a swift and violent movement, Starkiller raised both arms and pulled at the heavy iron chains that had been keeping him down. Like twigs, the chains broke and fell off easily. As his hands went free, Starklller grabbed a hold of the wretched metal collar, fastened tightly around his neck and pulled hard. After a few seconds of pulling, the collar snapped off in a flurry of sparks and light. The guard was now very frightened and stumbled back stubbornly.
Please....please..I was only doing what was commanded of me. Please I have a wife and a family..please.
This Siths eyes were wide as the deranged smile was plastered on his face. In his mind, he was thinking about every possible way he could kill this man. After giving the Crassian guard a long, intensely evil stare, he finally spoke, That's what they all say... Without thinking twice, Starkiller lunged at the Crassian, sinking his left fist into the man's stomach. Starkiller yelled loudly as his body became consumed in force lightning and was channeled into his right arm. Now who's pathetic? The young sith exclaimed in delight as he thrust his fisted, lightning covered right hand into the man's abdomen. As the lightning fist met with the man's body it sent electricity throughout it and the Crassian cried in pain. The only thing the Sith could do was smile as the walls and floor were splattered with blood, guts and pieces of burnt organs and limbs. The blood and pieces of flesh also splattered back on most of Starkiller's face and upper body, covering him with a new coat of crimson. But the former secret apprentice was not done yet. The hunger was not satisfied. The sith now sunk his hands deep into the Crassian's newly burnt flesh and began tearing away at the bloody, lifeless corpse, till it was no longer recognizable as a human body, just a puddle of blood and blackened flesh. Starkiller then turned his sights on the steel door in front of him, which was keeping him from the outside world. The Sith causally walked up to it and tried to turn the knob. It was locked. Starkiller raised his right arm in the doors direction. He closed his eyes and let out a powerful telekinetic wave that sent the steel door flying off its hinges and into the wall of the hallway in front of him. At once, an alarm began blaring and the hallways became flooded with Crassian officers covered in armor and armed with large plasma rifles. This was the Crassian equivalent of SWAT, they were the most highly trained officers on the whole planet and had been bred to deal with threats like this. This would be no easy challenge for Starkiller....or would it?
Seeing theses officers point there plasma rifles and heavy artillery at them would make any slave sh!t their pants, but Starkiller only smirked. With the upper half of his body still covered in blood he looked up into the ceiling and raised his arms in a sign of surrender. Upon seeing this, the officers moved closer to Starkiller to apprehend him but immediately stopped when he began laughing. The laughter slowly grew louder and filled the entire hallway. An officer towards the back of the pack whispered, What a f*cking psycho. With the full power of the Force at his disposal, the Sith was able to hear this remark and turned to his direction, Why yes, yes I am..., he said as he powerfully brought down his arms and released a powerful wave made up of telekinetic energy in a circular direction from his body. The officers immediately began shooting their plasma rifles but as the wave traveled outwards from the Sith, it deflected the shots. The devastating wave crashed against the pillars and walls of the hallways and into the large group of troopers. As the wave tore apart the walls, the ceiling, which weighed hundreds of pounds, came crashing down all around and killed the officers who had survived the wave. As the ceiling came crashing down upon him, Starkiller made a protective TK bubble to shield him of the hundreds of pounds of rubble and debris. When the building was completely decimated, the only thing left standing was him. Armored cars began rushing down the streets and the sky was filled with military aircraft ready to take Starkiller out. Even with all this stacked against him, Starkiller still kept that smile on his face. He was sure that as had been before, the Dark Side would deliver him. As he looked on towards the estates and large skyscrapers in the distance, a deep, ominous voice in his head said,
Welcome to your new playground my faithful servant. Make me proud and KILL 'EM ALL!
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