ShadowProphet

"A Staff?" he thought to himself, he had never used one before too long and heavy for his liking, it felt especially heavy after his last 2 draining training exercises. He was going to have to fight agressively not to his liking, he prefers stalling out on the opponent and wait for them to make the mistake, but his body was against him, he knew his speed and technique wouldn't be up to par. Instinctively, he launched at the commander hopefully catching him off guard, he swung his staff at the ribs, unfortunately he met his blow and blocked it, the commander shifted gears and completely charged him, forcing him to back peddle struggling to block his blows he quickly side rolled to his right and brought his staff to the commanders legs. The commander was sharp quickly jumping out of the swipe, himself however was slow on the strikes, a staff didn't quite cut it for his demands. Fatigue now settling in, he had enough for just one more play. As the commander was slightly off balance from that last attempt, he turned and did a round house kick at his torso sending him stumbling trying to stay up, commander nerral almost re gained but, he blew the blunt part of the staff at his head sending him to the ground. Out of pure exhaustion, he fell to the ground as well, whether it was over or not, he was done.

As his small squad of 12 was heading torwards the Yavin IV base... "Alright squad follow my orders if we want a shot at this we have to go in and out swiftly, too long of a fight and the base could call on renforcements." He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about this run, yavin is an important Alliance base, any screw ups and its all over. They were flighing over the lush jungles of Yavin IV as they quickly approached the base, he could start to see the outlines of a base. "Move Into formation!" He shouted over the comm link. Seconds feel like hours as the battle was beginning. Suprise was in their favor as a quick strike took out 5 high defense turrents and 2 heavy torrents through the first sweep, unfortunetly their next run they were prepaired taking 2 e-wings out while taking a few torrents of their own. Back and forth both forces beating each other up, then a fairly large squad came out of the base, with what looks like missle launchers. Desperate times call for desperate measures, with only 5 ewings and around 10 turrents left, they had one last gasp still in them. "This is it gentlemen, we're taking what we can out, full speed torwards the ground units!" All of the ewings went straight in on the soldiers, thanks to the powerful 3 laser cannons on the ewings would surely tear them in shreds. Unfortunetly they were ready, at the last point all 40 fired their rocket launchers at the 5 of them. Completely wrecking the ewings, it flashed mission unsuccessful on the screen, the simulation was over.

"Understood" he said, as he went to see his squad, which consisted only of 4 including him, should be enough as small and discrete is his forte. He noticed the three of them as he made his way torward the equipment room. "You two on the right, your Ion team, me and him are silo team. Were going in Silently, bring light weapons and armor, we're staking out at the east and west entrances, once one entrance is clear the team will enter will caution and stick to cover only fire if noticed. Fire at the commander only if its necessary, bring a short blade or dagger, we don't want the entire outpost on our asses. Once the mission is accomplish remeet at where we split off from. Get ready now, were leaving in 45 minutes." Once the squad was ready they headed for their respected stake outs. It was nearly two hours under a bush until the guards headed back into the base. " Must be a shift change" he thought, "Now is the time, were moving in Ion watch our backs" They quietly moved the the building without detection, until they came upon a meeting room with the commander in it, by himself sitting down, apparently studying records, this was his chance to act. "Hold here, I'm going to finish this." he whispered to his partner. Slowly approaching his target he pulls out his small dagger, standing right on top of him. Within a blink of an eye, he slit the commanders throat. Seemingly undetected he and his squad made the way back to the base.

"I've been with the sun for going on thirty years now. I've been here since before you were born and seen enough leaders come and go that I know we'll never die. I've fought in more wars in thirty years than many will fight in a life time. Too much has happened for me to tell you all in the small time we have, though lookingat you I can tell you will go far." "Thirty years? Incredible", he thought to himself, more than his lifetime. With all the General's experience, he knew he could learn a lot from this man. "We are here. A base will be built here very soon, and as a matter of fact I believe they are on their way. You will meet the second in command here and be officially inducted." Kashyyk, this planet was very new to him, he has heard of the large trees and thick swamps as well as the Wookies that inhabit this planet. It was a good choice for a base, A planet of little interest beyond the Wookies, who, are basically cut-off from the rest of the galaxy. As he sits there, excitement rushes over him, "This is my new life", he thought to himself, waiting to be inducted into the Black Sun, his new family.

Space was a beautiful part of the universe, it was a time for him to relax meditate and reflect things one must cherish in the bustling world. However this time around, he could only feel anxious to get to their destination. "So," Larren said, attempting to restart the conversation. "Where do you come from? What was your past?" "Well I have been raised in Coruscant for all that i can remember, I was an orphan picked up off the streets by the closest thing I had to a father Jayden, unfortunately he died a few years ago, since then I have taken what I have learned and went on this path." He said in response. ""I must say I do not know much about you, General. What's your story with the Black Sun?"

Now in complete amazement at change of events, he was just asked to kill a boy and turns out it was a test, now admiring his trickiness. He must have tampered with the saber somehow, sly bastard. "Tell me, why have you come here. Besides the obvious desire to join Black Sun. There had to be something beneath that decsion, what was it?" "The freelance market has been down lately for me cheap pay, too cheap. I can hardly afford my ship repairs and its becoming increasingly obsolete and I am without a residence. I figured it was time I had to align somewhere, I chose the Black Sun because of their reputable history and already being well established,I come here looking for work, a place to rest my head and perhaps improve my skills." He hoped that was the answer he was looking for because that was the most honest reason he could give, he started to wonder where they were. "May I ask where are we heading?"

Extremely surprised he didn't suspect the Black Sun of being this barbaric but killing was in his blood he does it without pity or remorse his job, his duty. But yet he couldn't help but feel sorry for this young boy, he made a habit of keeping children out of his business. Taking the lightsaber he puts it under the young boys throat and whispers into the boys ear "I'm Sorry". Then he activated the lightsaber and..."Why isn't it working?" now in total shock, "This doesn't make sense, how? He was sure it was in working order he was just waving it, maybe it drained too much power, he didn't know much about lightsabers. Now in total embarrassment he says "The lightsaber isn't working".

(OOC: Sorry for the double post /OOC) He finally got back to Selvaris, within 2 days time no less with the lightsaber in hand. As he landed at the exact same spot, when he got out of course no one was there, he pulled out the lightsaber and activated it it show as proof. The sight of a lightsaber was enchanting, the way it glowed blue and hummed around peacefully, for such a light weight and elegant weapon, it was most certainly a very powerful and dangerous one. He waved it around hoping someone out their would see it...

Breathing a sigh of relieve as he made his way back towards his ship, if they were looking to intimidate me they succeeded. He knew he had a lot more to improve on if he were to be successful in the Black Sun. Shifting his train of thought to the mission at hand, where could he get a lightsaber? Surely not off of a living jedi, they always kept it in their interests to never part with one, Where to look... , then it hit him as clear as day the Galactic History Museum! surely they have to have some. He knew the place well going there on several occasions while he lived at Coruscant it was his best bet, but it still wouldn't be easy.. As the ship rose off the ground he punched in the coordinates for Coruscant.

As he was slowly walking, in a blink of an eye blasters surrounded him . "Great... no choice but to hold off"he said to himself, how could he be so reckless? He should of thought it through and planned ahead Now questioning his decision making more than ever he finds himself in a predicament, as he is taking his hand off the holster... "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" No sense in lying here, by the rough look of the soldiers possibly Black Sun, he couldn't afford to screw this one up. "I am Rydr Rolaker, I come on behalf of Jacen Onnd's orders, CEO of the Black Sun. I come here seeking entry, I am in the right place am I not?" as he said with empty confidence in his words, he couldn't help but feel a slight anxiety beginning to fall over him as he waited for the Generals reaction.

What is my purpose here? That was the question he kept asking himself as his Toscan 8-Q starfighter was rumbled its way down onto the tropic planet, it has never been one for smooth flights. He was told to come here by the Black Sun organization who had recently accepted his application for reasons unknown. Rydr preferred to be neutral and not to get involved in other parties businesses he did not like having to trust in others as more often than not for him have led him awry, he has always been a loner, but his current situation required it, his ship was dying and jobs have been slow to come by lately. Still he could not help but feel skeptical about this, was it a job, a setup? He did not know. He finally hit ground taking a moment to stretch his legs, it has been a long flight from coruscant, he landed in the middle of an old base, all that remained were the ruins of some time ago. As he scans the landscape looking for lifeforms, his senses keying in, a hand steadily on his pistol holster ready for anything...

Real Name: Rydr Rolaker Nickname: Age: 22 Species: Human Height: 6'2" Weight: 207lbs Hair: Curly Black Eyes: Blue Sex: Male Homeworld:Coruscant Alignment:Evil Clothing: A open long Black coat with a white shirt underneath, long black paints and boots Weapon: dual Short Viroblades, wrist dagge,r KYD-21 blaster pistol with a added on scope,DXR-6 disruptor rifle with a zoom scope. NFU Inventory: Datapad,few credits Posessions: A small apartment in the lower side of Coruscant, Toscan 8-Q starfighter Skills: Rydr is as brutally efficient with Viroblades as he is witty and cunning he knows when to fight and when to not, but as for him the money always comes first. History: Rydr was born a stray no knowledge of parents or any family the only parent figure in his life was Jayden, Jayden found him in a garbage bin in a back alley. Jayden didn't have much a small flat in the slums of coruscant, Jayden was a former bounty hunter but after finding Rydr decided to exchange it for being a small merchant owned a weapons shop, a rough job but it was honest pay. As Rydr grew mature Jayden have been teaching him the arts of the blade, something Jayden excelled in back in his bounty hunter days, then one day officers found jayden dead near his shop, a direct hit in the chest with a blaster, the murderer was never found. Rydr was unsure what to do, running a shop grew tiresome for such measly pay, he eventually closed down the shop and decided to go on the path as a freelancer...