Darth Searcy

Michael stepped through the doors into Piccolos office. As soon as he stooed in a vision flashed through his eyes. The mutant fell to his knees and clutched his heart. The mutation virus had finallyt caught up with hi. His heart had mutated into something that blood kills. But before he died he muttered his vision to Piccolo. Do not fret over my death. Another will come to replace me. One with scales and my abilities. One you have met before. And here is what I collected for the bounty on Vash Mammon. He handed Piccolo the bag with the credits inside. One lastthought also crossed his mind. With the last of his strength he sent his only weapon his lightsaber, ripping through his arm and into space. It would land on a distant planet. One where a certain individual would need it.

From above Dubrilliuon a freighter blasts toward the Black Sun facility. Its pilot focusing all four eyes straight forward. Within minutes, the red hot freighter had landed and the mutant Searcy walks into the facility. Where is Piccolo?

The mutant's stalk eyes turn toward Fett as the rail blaster destroys the Droideka. His anger began taking over as he realized that the human had helped him. But he needed to stay focused on the task at hand. Stupid changeling. Michael pulls off his blaster rifle and fires several stun blasts into the flying creature. The bird drops from the sky and Michael has his Mertradons go collect it. He motions for them to follow and he throws the flying thing into a small cage. If the changeling changed back to human, it would be met with several powerful stun blasts. Mgiht as well leave now Fett.This bounty is all mine. Michales Firespray blasts off into hyperspace and heaeed toward Michael destination.

The Force had saved Michales life again. He he been able to twist his body at the last moment and the bolts only scarred his back. The mutant had merely rolled on the ground to add to the drama of the hunt, his first hunt. As Vash stood before Searcy, Michael knew his next plan of action. The Force kept making him feel a blaster bolt through his head. He knew where Vash was aiming and knew he only had seconds left. He revealied his greatest weapon. Time seemed to slow for Michael as red energy leapt forth from the blaster pistol of Vash Mammon. Michael raised his right arm and red energy lanced from his forearm. He had activated his lightsaber. He felt the pain as it ripped through his skin and impacted with the blaster bolt. The mutant stood to his feet and struck with his tail blade. The blaster explodes upon the blade driving deep into mechanics. Michaels tail was only burnt as was Vash's hand. Micahel stoof before Vash and focused all four eyes on the changeling. He had his Force presence. There was nowhere this man could go without him knowing. Michael owned him. Vader, Dooku, attack. the two MErtradons leapt from the dunes baring fangs and claws.

You think I am a freak for choosing to be this way, do you not human? Well I have successfully beaten you in this body. I have become one with the Force while still alive. I am at the pinnacle of living tissue of Force connection. Do not question my choices about my body. And there are no other creatures like me in this galaxy. Even Trandoshans are not as perfect as me. And I am not a lizard. Michael gallops off into the desert chasing after the small object he detected with his infered vision. It appeared top be a small droid, seemingly an assassin droid. But only further evaluation would rpove this to be true. The mutants tail blade whips out and slices through the hoveriung droid. The now lifeless piece of machinery lay on the desert ground, smoking and sparking. And if you ever ignore me again, it will be you lying on the ground, smoking and sparking. The former Sith turns and looks into the dunes and tries to find Vash in the midst of all the sand and heat.

A small freighter comes out of hyperspace above the barren world of Tattooine. At itas controls, mutated hands quickly and easily control its speed and direction. The Elfangor touches down beside Fetts ship and four legs walk down the ramp. The mutant walks ontothe desert sand followed by his 2 Mertradons, Vader and Dooku. Now what, Mr. Mandalorian.

Michael turns to Fett and waits.

Michael stalks to his ship and takes off for ther place of his death. A place that had always been unkind to him: Tattooine.

Pain enters Michaels body but passes right out as his head connects withthe rock. He feels as pieces of rock enter his head. His tail whips around and wraps around Piccolos neck. the tail jerks to the left and uncurls throwing Piccolo into a wall. I can see this is a battle that will only end in the entire destruction of this base. How about a draw?

The Sith was astounded that Piccolo could keep fighting after being toppled by the rubble. Michael was impressed. This hunter deserved the respect that he had recieved on the street. Michael feels the electricity course through him and he loses his concentration for a second before focusing again. He knew he had to play his last trick. But it would only work a little on Piccolo. After all, he had seen Piccolo in battle with a Jedi before. He raises his arm high as if to hit the wire and quickly throws his arm into the stun cord. But at the last instant, a red beam bursts from his arm, piercing the skin and cutting through the stun cord. The cord releases from Michael and the mutant drops the remains of the paralysis cord. Michael stares with all four eyes at Piccolo and he flings Piccolo into the wall again, hoping maybe this time he might stay down. He then strides toward the half Doshan.

Michael casually put his hand intothe air and grabbed the force pike. It was pitiful that Piccolo, being a veteran bounty hunter, had thought a simple force pipke would stop him, much less, slow him down. Michaels world was a mix of infrared and regular vision. His regular vision was wacthing all around him as his main sight was watching Piccolo. He watched every move that Piccolo made. The mutant saw cracks appearing in the wall and decided to use that trick again. The Force delved into cracks of the wall and begin pulling it apart. Instead of one large wall falling down onto the half Doshan, large piles of rubble began falling onto the elite hunter. Can you hold onto all that. If you need help, just yell yield.

Michael watched as medics attented to the comatos Mandalorian. Micheal hoped he had not killed the hunter or given him permanent brain damage, but if he had, o well. The hunter should haveknown what he was getting into. As Piccolo speaks to Michael, the dangerously quick tail slams into the veteran hunters shoulder, bringng him to his knees. In seconds, the large hooved rear legs of Michael slams into Piccolos chest, sending him flying into a wall. For a elite hunter, you talk too much, my friend. Michael's stalk eyes look above the hunter and the Force immediately begins brining down a large piece of durasteel.

Again, these attacks were meant to inflict pain. But pain was nothing but a state of mind. Michael knew no pain. But Fett would. The former Sith raises up on his hind legs and throws his feet into Fett denting his armor in. Michael lands and steps up to the downed body of Shadow. You know nothing of the true powers in this world. The mutant rears back his tail and whacks it accross the face o Fett, knocking him unconscious. The Bounty Hunter throws the limp body over his back and walks out of the arena. He puts him in the medical bay and walks to join his two Mertradons, Vader and Dooku. they were still watching the fight between Piccolo and Will.

Pain was insignificant. Pain was a comodity that was only affordable to those who wished to remember that they were alive. Michael did not want to be alive, nor did he wish to die. He was a single being in a galacy bent on destroying that which they did not understand. And Michael would not be destroyed, nor would he be understood. The Black Sun agent kept stalking after Fett. the Mandalorian had landed behind him and Michael had easily pivoted on his hind feet and kicked with his taloned feet. He curled his feet inward at the last moment and six scratch marks appeared on the battle armor. The warrior fell backwar and Michael began stalking toward his fallen prey. His stalk eyes seraching around, making sure there was no other threats, while his main eyes were dead focused on his foe. You tried to harm me with mere pain. Pain is nothing to me. I no longer recognize pain as an lly, nor as an enemy. It is a waste of time.

Michaels stalk eyes turned and looked down upon fhte puny Mandalorian challenging him. His regular eyes stayed tuned to the battle between Piccolo and Will. To the average eye, it appeared as if he was not paying attention. But he was fully aware of what Fett was doing. As Fett drew his blaster pistols, Michael turned both sets of eyes upon his foe. the once Sith held out his hand and absorbed the blaster bolts into his hands. The energy from the shots increased his power. He could save that energy until he needed it. He turns his body and begins chasing after the Mandalorian. His tail blade quivered and was prepared to strike at his enemy. It was deadly fast and could kill if placed in the right spot. Michael also had a special trick up his sleeve. The hunt had begun.