Star Wars: Origins- Part 9 blog - AK151

This would be the biggest part I've ever posted. Hope you like it, it took a lot longer than you think to come up with the details (and it was also indescribably fun to act out combat scenes to figure out what would flow with the previous attacks and figure out how to connect a move to the ending blow). This is all strictly NON-CANNON. It uses made-up races and planets. If you don't like it, live with it. That being said, enjoy!
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Aaron looked suspiciously at the twi'lek. She stood ten feet from him, but he knew that she could instantly close the gap.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Like I said, I have proposal,” the twi'lek replied coldly.

It's a trick, one of the voices in Aaron's head, the darker one, advised.

You should at least hear her out, the other, light-sided voice urged.

It's too much of a risk.

“I would like to make my own decisions, thank you very much,” Aaron muttered under his breath. He focused on the twi'lek, Ryla. “Tell me your offer.”

“My employers consider me a loose end and want me dead. I killed off the assassins they sent, but I need to get off world. You've got one of the best and fastest ships in the galaxy. I want a ride.”

“In exchange for what? The Shadow Wing is no taxi service.”

“I'll help you. I know that you want the identities of my employers. I can provide that, once we're off world.”

“How about you tell me now.”

“Two reasons: you're not Jedi, and you could just leave me when you've got the information you want. That, and this isn't exactly the best place for sensitive info.”

“At least you're smart.”

“After five years on the streets, I'd better be.”

“Alright. You've got yourself a deal.”

“Good. When can we leave?” Ryla asked.

“As soon as possible. Do you have anything you want to finish up here?”

“No. I'd like to leave as soon as we can.”

“Alright. Follow us.” Aaron ordered.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Kira whispered.

“Not really, but she's our best shot at those Mandalorians.”

“Fair enough. I just hope it pays off.”

“So do I.”

The group walked towards the Shadow Wing, but their path was blocked by a group: twenty-three Vaakra assassins and a man with a vibrosword similar to Ryla's tonfa blade. The party paused, drawing their weapons.

“And what, might I ask, are you doing here?” Aaron inquired.

“It's time for you to die,” one of the Vaakra growled.

“You,” Ryla growled, her attention focused on the man in the middle. He grinned sadistically in remembrance.

“You know him?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah. Spent the first fifteen years of my life with him,” the twi'lek started, her face betraying her emotions; pain, sadness, and above all, a blind fury, “He called himself a 'scientist'. He ran experiments on hundreds of test subjects, trying to create deadly assassins that could win him power. I spent my childhood in pain and misery, with him performing test after test. Subjects tried to escape. They were executed. I tried to escape. The only reason I'm alive is because I was the most 'successful result'. Instead of execution, he made my life as miserable as possible. He did whatever he could to put me in as much pain as he possibly could. It was, for lack of a better term, a living hell. But I did learn one thing: no one comes to save you. The Jedi are praised as heroes, always coming to save everyone. Same with the Republic. I didn't grow up with those stories. I grew up with the harsh reality that they're not true. I've had to fend for myself my entire life. I escaped myself. My 'savior' was myself, not some hero bursting in to save the day,” her attention turned to the man, who's grin had widened in anticipation. He had held the Vaakra back to allow his former subject to explain her story, seemingly enjoying her narration of his brutality, “You, you made me what I am. A cold and ruthless killer. I am your greatest creation. I am also your greatest mistake.”

Ryla disappeared, reappearing in front of her target. She thrust her blade out lightning fast, but he warped away, seemingly having the same powers that Ryla possessed. She went after him, and the two engaged in furious combat, impossible for anyone to follow. They exchanged one blow, they would both warp to a different area, facing different directions, and they would clash again. The combat was beautiful, in a way. Ryla attacked ferociously and lightning fast, yet her form was perfect, her attacks flowing like water. Her opponent did not have the same rage, but had the same level of mastery and form, matching her attacks easily. However, he relied more on his teleportation, warping from one place to the next almost constantly. But wherever his blade swung, Ryla's always met it. The entire combat could only be followed for a few seconds before watchers lost track of the fight.

While the two carried on their battle, Aaron, Kira, Drak, and Vorack engaged the Vaakra. Vorack drew his metal saber in one hand, activating his lightsaber in another hand. He took on four Vaakra, parrying their attacks with expertise. Drak extended his wrist blades, attacking two more opponents, his blades whirling furiously around as he matched blows with his Vaakra assassins. Kira started out by firing her shattergun, blowing the head off of one Vaakra. She then fired off a rocket, killing two more. She then activated her lightsaber, splitting it in two and charging into the fray, engaging six warriors, and showing a rare ability to use telekinetic combat, picking up the blades of the fallen assassins and fighting with them.

Aaron was approached by the remaining eight warriors, all elite assassins. Aaron grinned, activating his single lightsaber. Using the Force to augment his speed, he engaged the warriors, moving his saber with the rage of a hurricane, employing his entire combat expertise against the Vaakra. Aaron blocked one of the assassin's blades, pushing it aside in a spinning motion while activating a two-foot long flip out blade on his armor's left hand gauntlet, which he spun into his foe, cleaving his skull in two, all in the blink of an eye. Whirling around, his arms flailing as he engaged the warriors with both his wrist blade and his lightsaber, Aaron was a blur, impossible to track for more than a few seconds. One assassin, behind him, went for a killing blow. Aaron whipped around, stabbing the warrior through the skull with his lightsaber before blocking another blade. Aaron employed a rare ability in combat, shatterpoint, in conjunction with a downward strike, to cleave through both one of the Vaakra's blades and his head, almost slicing the assassin completely in half. Five attackers remained. Aaron feinted a block from one of the warriors, deactivating his lightsaber for a quarter second, allowing the blade to pass by, before reactivating the blade into the attacker's side. The Vaakra's momentum carried him forward, and the lightsaber cut him almost in two as the fighter fell forward. Aaron blasted three of the attackers back, attacking one with brutal blows. He swung downwards diagonally, trying to cleave his opponent in two. The Vaakra blocked the attack, but his blade was battered. He was able to bring it up to block the next strike, an upward diagonal slash, but his blade was pushed upwards. Aaron used the momentum of the attack to whip around. The Vaakra brought his blade down, expecting another slash. Aaron instead used the momentum, carried to the lightsaber, to change his grip, switching to a backhand Shien style. The Vaakra was unprepared for a stab and was gutted through. By this time, the other three had regained their footing and pressed the attack once again. Aaron activated the wrist-blade on his right arm, his saber hilt, still held backhand style, perpendicular with the blade. He traded blows with his foes, once again using the Force to influence his movements. One Vaakra was on his left, two on his right. The two on the right swung, one to his side, one to his neck. He brought his arm down, his saber pressed against the lightsaber-resistant armor. His wrist-blade, in conjunction with the eight-inch pommel dagger on the lightsaber, caught the blade aimed at his side, while his lightsaber's blade caught the other weapon. At the same time, the Vaakra on his left attacked, swinging his blade at Aaron's neck. Aaron blocked the blow with his wrist blade. Aaron then deactivated his lightsaber and retracted both of his wrist-blades, rolling out of the way of the three assassins, who fell forward into each other. Aaron recovered from the roll, using his hand as an anchor to spin himself around. He raised his hand, calling forth the Force, and unleashed a Force storm, hitting all three of the stunned warriors. He brought his other hand up and created more lightning. He then held the lightning back, allowing power to build up in his hands, before releasing it in a huge explosion of energy, blowing the attackers back and killing all of them. He turned his attention to his allies, who were finishing off their targets.

The fight concluded, the entire party turned to Ryla and her enemy, who were on top of a tall building. They continued to engage in warp-combat, changing locations constantly. Ryla finally stopped, pausing. Her attacker warped behind her. He was blown back by Ryla, who displayed her Force affinity. She summoned up the energies of the Force, gathering ion particles in the air. She then released them, deactivating all electronics in the area. Her foe stayed where he was, unable to warp anymore, as the ability to warp was gained artificially, not naturally. Now an ordinary battle based on skill, the two combatants attacked, a whirlwind of blades. Ryla unknowingly created a Force maelstrom fueled by her infinite anger, and debris rose around the combatants. It did not, however, affect the battle. It was based purely on skill. They were both equal in skill However, Ryla was superior in power. They locked blades, and Ryla shoved his out of the way, slicing him in the mid-section with the short end of her tonfa before flipping it over and slicing completely through his thigh, severing the leg. He screamed in pain, his left arm flailing and his right arm dropping his blade. She took the opportunity and severed his left arm, before slashing his throat to silence him, while calling his blade to her and slicing off his remaining leg while he was still upright. On the floor, silently screaming in agony, completely broken, he held up his remaining limb in a futile gesture of mercy. In her blinding rage, she sliced his hand in half from the gap between the thumb and the forefinger to the middle of the side of the hand, severing all of his fingers save his thumb. Although his throat was slit, he was able to barely get out “mercy”. She heard him, and her face contorted in rage.

“You don't get mercy,” she growled, brutally cutting off his remaining arm before jumping off the building, using the Force to control her fall and leaving her past to bleed to death in agony. Her arms, chest, and legs were covered in the blood of her broken opponent. The group stared at her. She lost her composure for a second, the thought of fulfilled vengeance overcoming her steely mask.

“You alright?” Aaron asked.

“Fine. Just fine,” she replied, her composure regained. “Let's get out of here. Once we're away, I can explain where we're going off to.”

“Fair enough. Let's just get out of here.”

“I won't argue with that. Lead the way,” the twi'lek replied.

The group walked off, boarding the Shadow Wing. The ship took off, leaving Ryloth behind. A robed figure watched the ship depart before pulling out a holo-communicator. A tall, imposing figure, his face hidden by the shadows of the room, appeared, his image tinted blue as was common in holo-projectors.

“Master, they have the twi'lek. She can lead them to the Mandalorians, and the Mandalorians can lead them to us. What will we do?”

“Patience, my apprentice. Aaron and his entourage will come. And we will be ready for them.”

“I cannot wait to kill them, my lord.”

“Curb your bloodthirst, for I have no need of it for the moment. Aaron has proven himself incredibly capable. An equal to me, perhaps even a superior. If he were to embrace the dark side... even I shudder a bit at the thought of the power he would possess. If we were to turn him and his allies, many of which have their own inner darkness, to our side, we would be nigh unstoppable. We will kill them if we must, but I will not throw away such an asset like this.”

“Yes, master. Forgive my short-sightedness.”

“Sith do not ask for forgiveness, my apprentice. You still have much to learn. A Sith accepts his failures, both mental and physical, and works to overcome them himself. Apologizing does not help you overcome your limits.”

“Yes master. Master, when will we reveal our weapon to the galaxy?”

“We will reveal our weapon when we are ready, my apprentice,” the light in the room shifted, and the shadows lifted, revealing the scarred face of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior. “And when we are ready, the galaxy shall cry for mercy.”