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  1. Reposting due to modifications CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Jack Tiberias Nickname: Jack Age: 38 Species: Human Height: 5' 8" Weight: 160 Hair: Blonde Eyes: blue Sex: male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Good Clothing: Dark red trench coat, black jeans, white t, and grey boots Weapon: A curved bleach white knife, and a revolver Force User Inventory: Weapons, picture of him and son, and a mask Posessions: Ship
  2. Jak

    Tatooine

    Jak had punctured Trowa's lungs, just as his arm was cut off. he closed his eyes absorbing the pain. Jak opened his eyes to look at the boy who, so dared to attack Jak. "You have fortitude. I can see you also have some feeling towards Trowa. You should of stayed out of this boy. This was not your fight. This was not supposed to be a fight. Now you have a choice on your hands. You can fight me, and leave your friend here to die. Or you can save him, and save the fight for another day. Time is slowly ticking away. Taking Trowa's life with it. I leave the decision to you." Jak stepped back drawing a vibroblade. This would stop the blows from the light saber, but Jak would be off balance. His right arm gone. The blood dripped from the stump. The pain still strong, but Jak had learned to bare pain. He had trained himself over the years. He had his own son whip him repeatedly. This pain was nothing compared to what he felt. The loss of his son was a pain unmatchable.
  3. Jak

    Tatooine

    Jak felt his life drain from his body. Jak began to sag, his mind fading away. "No, I won't die a second time. Not by your hands." In a flash, Jak had a dagger out. He thrust it deep into Trowa's neck. Blood spewed onto Jak. Then Jak began to channel the force. He pushed it all into his legs and kicked Trowa hard in the chest. The were a few loud snaps. "This time it is I who will do the killing. Trowa. I gave you a chance for this to be peaceful. I do not want that tank. I could care less about it. I just wanted to know, why you stole it." Jak made his second move. the force still flowing. He ripped out the knife out of Trowa's neck. Blood spewed all over the ground. Jak was careful not to step in the shadows. He manuvered over to Trowa's side, then with the knife. He punctured one of Trowa's lungs. "It is your turn to die my old friend. May God give you mercy in your trial." Jak stabbed the other lung and left the knife where it was. He looked down at the body of Trowa, blood was everywhere. It moved to the shadows where it dissapered. Jak was curious on how Trowa did this. How was he controlling the shadows.
  4. Jak

    Tatooine

    Jak grinned under his mask. Trowa still thought he was a boy. He looked behind him at his gun. He shook his head. Jak had grown up since these two last met. His was smarter, stronger. "Trowa, I am no longer a boy. I have changed physically and mentally since we last met. I see you have also. You've taken in a new addiction. You have a slight falter in your step. Your gun is also pointed away from me." Jak drew a smaller blaster this one he pointed at Trowa's and fired. The slug ripped through his hand and sent the gun flying. He knew this was useless, but it gave him time. Jak stepped out from the shadows. "Now let me show you one thing that has changed." Jak gently pulled off his mask. Revealing a distorted and mutilated face. Half of Jak's lips were gone. his bottom eye lid sagging. Parts of Jak's skull were showing. The mask still glowed. Jak had not turned off the shield, his son implanted in the mask. "Now Trowa, please I do not want to fight with you. I know it will be a futile move on my part. I can tell you're stronger than I am. All I want to know is why you stole from that ship, what is so important about that tank." Jak still held the blaster pointed at Trowa. He would not loosen his grip. He fought the temptation of pulling the trigger and killing Trowa where he stood. Trowa deserved death. He had killed Jak. An eye for an eye. No I am not that person anymore. I know how to control my emotions now. I have trained restlessly for what I am now. Jak placed the mask back over his face. The air stung his permanently open wounds.
  5. Jak

    Tatooine

    The ship had stopped at a hanger. Jak slwoly heade towards the ship, when he was near enought to make out the man. He stopped. He would travel on foot now. Jak Pulled the small ship inot the shadows. He hoped out and hefted his blaster over his sholder. The gun was loaded with slugs, and jak had more in his pocket. Not only did Jak have a blaster rifle, he had an array of knifes under his coat. Jak walked on heading closer towards the ship. He watched the man place a tank in the ship. roght away Jak relized why that man was there. He'd stolen that tank from it. Jak reached out with the force again. He ment to read the mans thoughs, but he found out something else. The man was a sith. Jak could feel the same hate he had in himself. Jak had learned to use both hat and love as one. Things came to him clearer than most. Jak also knew, just by looking at the man who he was. The man was Trowa. Jak had once thought this man to be a friend, but that changed the day in the sith cells.
  6. Jak

    Tatooine

    Jak had been underground. In his house. He was working on another knife, when there was a sudden thud from above him. The thud shook sand down on Jak. He looked above him. a scowl across his face. Stopping his work Jak headed for his room. He grabbed his cloak and blaster. Wrapping the cloak around himself Jak headed for the door. He pushed it open, sun came crashing into the torch lit tunnel. Sand whipped Jak's face as he headed towards the old ship. Jak had been in this ship many times before. Nothing proved interesting to him. As he entered the ship something caught his eye. A ship was headed away from the ship. Not many people cam out here. Especially before a storm. Jak turned and headed back to his home. Once in the tunnel Jak walked down a long hallway. At the end was a door labeled "Garage". Jak headed into this door. He went to a small one man hover ship. The ship was hurtling after the other ship. Both were headed back to the city walls. Why was this person out here? What was so important about that ship? I will soon find out. Jak reached out with the force. He had little training in the ways of a Jedi and Sith. Jak couldn't find the person thoughts, but he was able to see who it was. This was some what helpful.
  7. sorry I double clicked...
  8. Jak copied the smirk on his mask. "I have no interest in going. I just wanted to save this mans life. He does not deserve the same fate as my companion, but If need be I will go with him. One to find my companions body, and to gather any other information you need." Jak was no longer smileing. He wanted to know what had befallen Angel. His dearest friend. His apprentice and......son.
  9. Jak had landed a short while ago. He was on the other side of the door now, listening and waiting. Once he heard the man give a command to go to Coruscant to get some leads. He entered. "You need information on whats happening on Coruscant. I can help you there." Jak walked in further and took a seat. "I had....a friend go there and collect something for me, but he failed. His last transmition was that some pirates are trying to attack some corporation. That is all I know at this point. My friend we'll say has yet to return." With jak ended. He sat there staring at the group of men waiting for one to comment.
  10. Jak nodded and put his gun away. He looked around the plance thinking of what to say next. "Well you seem like a good man. I would like to have your head as a trophy, but we'll save that for another day. I'm here to offer my alligence to the Black Sun in return for a small group of soliders or soon to be Mercinaries. I am a mercinary myself, but am haveing a few minor complications with the space pirates. If not my alliegence than I would gladly join the Black Sun. I have many skills that would be of use, for I was raised a mercinary. That is why I am here." Jak nodded. He let his finger off the trigger of the blaster rifle under his coat. The arm still did not return to the sleeve.
  11. Jak smiled. "I want to see him about the Black Sun." Jak laughed again. He drew his gun and pointed it at his chest. Prodding him forward. "Now you'll lead me to him or I'll put a blast hole in you chest. And drop the weapons behind you. I caught the glint on your entrance." Jak was not smileing. He was serious. His hand out of the sleeve itched to draw the blaster rifle under his coat.
  12. The Black Sun landed nearby the two. The hatch opened and Jak walked out. His coat flapped behind him as he walked. Jak neared the two he cocked his blaster incase. "I'm looking for a man named Picccolo. If he's here I need to speak to him...now." Jak waited for them to reply.
  13. Jak wasn't too happy about his new surroundings. He was glad though to be away from the bounty hunter. Jak jumped up and grabbed hold of the bars. He began doing chinups....1...2...3...4...5...6...7...etc. After a hlaf an hour of chin ups. Jak let go of the bar. He hit the ground with a thud. There was a small bed in the cornor. He laid down in it. He let his thoughts drift. Jak thought back to his formor life. He thought of a beautiful girl named Aero. When Jak got out of here he would try and find her.
  14. Jak followed The bounty hunters moves and sat down. There was no use in fighting it. Jak did nothing but think to himself. If by some chance he got out of this alive. He would give up his life of crime. Inide the cell Jak thought hard about this decision. Jak would trin in the ways of the Jedi. Jak had little force skill. All he could do was lift pebbles. Nothing more. The guards stood there watching Jak. If only he hadn't tried to kill taht man, he would not be here.
  15. Jak frantically looked around. "whao! Wait. Are you going to kill me? If you are what the hell have I done. Please don't kill me." Jak thought back to his last day. The bas.... that killed him would pat if he lived throught this. Jak could of been a sith. Jak continued to take in his surroundings. Slowly he counted the guns, guards, and sized them up. He could take two of em, but he'd have to use the guns to target the others. "Listen, I can offer you each 30,000 credits if you let me go and give me a blaster. I can pay you on the spot. I just need a data pad. Thats all." Jak waited for thier reply.
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