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Fate didn’t move when she heard Hugglepup’s voice, nor his birds noises. She was just done. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to continue. She just wanted to sit and do nothing and never move again.  It was easier than to keep trying. Maybe she could just lay down and never get up again. Or maybe she could…


Fate’s head shot up as she heard a new noise from the subway tunnels. Clanking and chirping, as metal strode over concrete and durasteel. 


Huggle… Fate started to attempt to call out for help, forgetting her vocoder was in pieces somewhere in the tunnel. However, afterwards she was happy she didn't speak, cause she could hear voices coming from the tunnel. 


“And so I think we ought to kill the next person we find.”


“Shall I do it?” a second voice chimed in. 


“No, no, lets not do that…” a third voice started to disagree. Fate stood up and slowly took a step back towards the stairwell She wasn’t sure what was approaching, but it sounded big. The only thing stopping her from dashing off was the fact that there were voices. The fact that anyone else was alive down here was nothing short of a miracle. 


“Well what should we do?”  The second voice asked the other two. 


“Oh! Would you look at that?” 


A red light suddenly blinded Fate as it flicked on from several light sources. 


“Quick, shoot it, shoot it good!” The first voice demanded. 


“With what? Stunners or blasters?”


“How about we be nice to it first?” 


“Oh come on, I want to kill something its been too long.” 


Fate uncovered her eyes and looked at the ‘thing’ that had approached. Lumbering through the tunnels on four legs, the larger than normal droid was intimidating to say the least. It easily stood 3 meters tall, modified over and over with an assortment of scrap parts. Fate believed it may have had the base of a MI-series security droid, but with how much rework it had, it was difficult to tell. Besides which, the thing had not just one, but three heads, talking amongst themselves. Welded on quite well, the heads were actually able to rotate to face each other. 


Fate started to raise a hand to try to get its attention, thinking maybe she could convince the security droid she was a jedi. Perhaps it was just patrolling the tunnels and needed a memory wipe.


“Be quiet you” all three voiced at the same time, before speaking to themselves again. 


“So are we going to shoot it?” 


“Oh shoot your own head off”


“What? Why?”


“You talk too much”


Fate looked the droid over and realized that maybe Hugglepuff had a point in staying aboveground. 

“No he doesn’t”


“I thought you were on my side”


“I am! Come on guys, lets stop arguing and get a nice oil bath”


“Alright, alright, we kill this thing, and then we get an oil bath, and a recharge of our batteries”

“Oh must we?” 


“Okay okay, no recharge, but lets kill the thing anyway.”


All three heads nodded to each other in agreement and turned to face Fate. 


“Uh…where did it go?” one of the heads asked. 


Fate was already halfway up the stairwell, nearly crashing into Hugglepuff” She didn’t even stop when she passed the Zabrack. With no way to talk, she hoped that her terrorized energy would be enough to convince him to follow.  


However, if her running away wasn’t enough to convince him, the sudden blaster fire from the subway tunnel as the three-headed droid gave chase

“Hey look! Another one!”


“Shall we kill that one too?

“Come on, come on! Don’t let up! Shoot them all!”


“Right!” the other two heads agreed, as the droid continued to open fire. 

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Hugglepup stumbled backwards as he was swept over first by the terrorized aura of his traveling companion and moments later by her physical being as she charged up the stairs. The young naturalist did not have much time to react as a flurry of rounds pinged off the duracrete steps and metal railing.



He cried out in surprise as his eyes widened in shock. he scrambled backwards on his hands and feet until he was atop the stairwell and rolled to the side out of range, at least temporarily, from the maniacal murderous three-headed bot.



he called out as the massive falcon leapt clear from the blaster fire. With a single beat of his massive wings sending plumes of dust into the charged air, Bird was off the ground. The creature knew what Hugglepup was implying even before the Zabrak pointed at the Anomid; a benefit of  bonded minds.


The winged beast lunged forward, two sets of scaly clawed limbs  grasping the woman about the shoulders, the second set extended to keep her from flailing and grabbing anything but his legs. With a beating of his wings, Bird took to the air.


Grabbing his staff, he rolled, laying on the packed earth alongside the slotted railings that jutted above the ground. He waited as the strange self-amalgamated three headed robot charged up the stairs in pursuit. By the will of the force, or maybe a little luck, Hugglepup jammed his staff between the slots just as the droid erupted upward out of the stairwell.


The staff snapped beneath the robot’s shin. The machine still tumbled forward, crashing into the few remaining stairs and faceplanting. Hugglepup did not stop to see what damage was done. He leapt to his feet and began to run. He broke into a sprint, his muscles burning after days of malnourishment. He ran even so, toward the train station as thunder rumbled, nearer this time. A lightning bolt arced across the sky eightening the landscape in an evil green hue for a mere moment.


Bird screamed in the air as he dove toward the station as the rain began to fall. Crashing into the station, Bird pulled up before slamming @Blest Fate into the polished glass covered floors.


Hugglepup ran, the force speeding his steps and nourishing his body. The rain began to pitter patter on and around him, quickly turning into a downpour of torrential waters across the packed ground. Thunder rolled across the sky and as if by premonition the Zabrak leapt into a dive just before lightning struck where he was. Tucked into a roll, the Jedi Apprentice rolled and tumbled into the station, the glass crunching beneath him.

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Being grabbed and forced to do something suddenly was an experience Fate decided was not pleasant. It was a sudden relinquishment of control of what was happening with your very body. In all of her years of training at Jedi Temples, losing control of a situation was not something she did very well. Meditating was difficult of course, and early combat training brought out the worst in her, but Fate fought every step of the way to maintain control over herself and her actions. 


So when Fate was grabbed by ‘Bird’, she at first tried to flail as a reaction, trying to regain control. However, ‘Bird’ had several talons to use, and made sure her flailing wouldn’t be a problem. 


You kriffing son of porg! Fate tried to swear. 


Still, she couldn’t help but then feel a rush of exhilaration as she took to the air. Looking down and seeing her feet leave the ground and not rapidly return was a new experience. In another time, it would’ve been enjoyable. Only younglings who’s parents would hoist them into the air felt this way. 


“Hey, that thing tripped us!” One of the heads bemoaned. 


“That little twat!” Another head cursed. The large robotic being struggled to pick itself up. Its design with four legs was never intended to fall over easily, so its makers had never included programming methods to get back up. Still, it tried to find a way, as it pushed against the floor to tip itself upwards. 


Fate crashed into the floor with more grace then Hugglepup did. Because of that, she picked herself up quicker than he did and glanced back towards the three headed droid. It was already up, and charging after the group. Acid rain fell on it, sizzling holes into its chassis, but it ignored them. Or at least, one of the heads ignored them. 


“See? This is why we should have had an oil bath!” 


“Don’t care, I’m gonna crush that horned one’s head!” 


“That does sound better then shooting him. Feet or arms?”


“Shut up! Feet of course!” 


Fate’s mind was working in overdrive. Like with the cultists, she would have gone off instinct. However, unlike the cultists, she was having to protect her comrade, who was in mortal danger of the charging colossus of metal. Before she was fighting for herself. Inside the train station, she was unsure if Bird would be able to get hugglepup out of the way of danger in time. Here, she was fighting to protect someone else. 


In spite of this, or maybe because of this, Fate felt her next actions more influenced by the Force than any other time. Her next actions felt so in tune with the Force that she actually felt one with it. 

She ran towards the charging bot, hand reaching for her makeshift hook. With sudden deftness, she dived and slid beneath the droid’s four monstrous legs, one of them stomping right next to where her head was a split second ago. Once on the other side, she threw the hook up and pulled on the Force to guide its throw. The hook flew and wrapped itself around the neck of the central head. As her last action while still completely in tune with the Force, Fate pulled, forcing the droid to stop and nearly fall over backwards. 


Hugglepuff! Get up! Fate tried to shout. She got to her feet and pulled the hook tighter . Hopefully the droid would again fall over backwards and without the stairs, be unable to get back up.  

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Entering out of Hyperspace was sudden yet there was no feeling of joy with the sight they were faced with. Nar Shaddaa, for however long her conflict was over, was burning and ruined. Despite the victory of the Alliance, the Sith had dealt their damage and Vox didn't need the Force the feel the deaths of thousands of not several million from the cityscape orb. What happened here? Were his kin alright,  how long have they been gone for? 


"God's below..." Romulus says, he had stopped the finishing touches of the equipment he repaired and was now gazing at the planet, "You can see areas that are still burning... Vox, we need to get back to the others, if there was a war here we gotta make sure they're okay!" 


The Nudono Jedi nodded and turned his head to the pilot, he gave them the exact coordinates of the shuttle station or refugee camp his remnant tribe was settled... He could feel that they were alive and well thanks to that tinge of the Force that lingered, he refused to worry about their wellbeing. Even before their dropout from Hyperspace he had stopped the practice of his saber as there was a tich of death, cold and malicious,  however the perpetrators had long since left it felt... But knowing the scale of war himself, Vox now started to think about the remaining soldiers that were left over. For right now, his own soldiers


As they lowered into the atmosphere the damage became more clear,  there were still fires around the military infrastructure and compounds, fuel and repair stations burned as there hadn't necessarily been a way to put them out quite yet no thanks to the now-ignited fuel cells and whatever else. However there were clearer signs that the Alliance and the Imperials were rebuilding, various camps and recovery areas were built for the wounded and lost. Portions of the city weren't as damaged and families and friends, even strangers were becoming more communal and helping one another out. And of course there were those who were simply scavenging and out for themselves.  


As they passed over the ruins of a train station Vox felt a sudden pinch in his arm. Something or someone in trouble? He tapped into a small fraction of the Force to root it out but instead of immediately seeing where they were he felt the heartbeat of one individual. They were running and fighting, they were in desperation of an action to happen, and his head turned to where they would be just about. He was a bit urgent about his people however this would take pressing matters, he readied himself and slid the saber hilt into a ringed pouch and fastened the weapon. 


"Lower the ship... Here." Vox said to Alcemène, and when it was at a reasonable height he said before leaving the cockpit, "I want to thank you for what you have done for me. If you are in need of help, I will be there as soon as I can. Please drop Romulus off at the refugee camp." 


"But Vox-" 


"You will join the others. I will not have protest over this." Vox said to his smaller engineer in a stern tone. He would love to bring the smaller Trandoshan with him however this matter only required one. From there, Vox had moved to the cargo hold and once the vessel had lowered he dropped from the catwalk. He landed a littke less gracefully through the hole of a ruined building, regardless he was still on his feet as the dust from the the landing settled slowly and despite the light that was present the interior was still dark save for the open doorway which light poured through. He still had the Mauler he kept just before leaving the planet to becoming a Jedi, granted he preferred the Spiker Carbine it was better than nothing. 


And so the Trandoshan moved through the rubble and out of the building he was in. There were noises nearby but they were still meters out of the way, and in that same direction he could feel the heartbeat race. Tuning into the Force Vox allowed his vision to become enhanced, as before when he first used these powers all else was dark gray with white outlines, anything still living was represented by a unique coloration via its life force. When he confirmed that only a spare avian or rodent were the only things around he deactivated the vision until he could see regularly, and then he moved quietly with haste. Being born in thick jungles with massive beasts the ruins were almost lime that, so Vox moved with superb agility and found the rubble easier to trek through. 


The noises got louder and moved onward, a bit closer to his position after minutes of traversing the area, Vox disconnected the energies coming to him as to focus more. From here on the rooftop of a train station he peered through the cracks and crevices of the roof, readying his lightsaber. There he saw it, an automota attacking an individual, she used what looked to be a makeshift hook in hopes of tripping up one of the many legs of the machine. He didn't move yet, no, it was a matter of patience, Vox would know when next to take action, for now he watched as the two struggled and remained hidden. He starts to creep on the metal top and slowly tracked the duo preparing for his next course of action. 


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Fate Felt her hands start to bleed as the chain on her makeshift hook dug into her palms. As strong as she was, the droid was heavy, big, and balanced. Her plan to pull the thing over and leave it stuck was failing as the three headed droid began to regain it’s balance. 


No no no no! Fate wanted to shout. She knew the cost of what would happen if this thing regained control of the fight. She had only survived this far out of luck and skill, and if she did not continue to capitilize on the thing’s unbalance, she would be under its metal feet, dead and worthless. 


“Come on, kill that stupid thing!” The droid’s left head shouted, completely rotated to look at Fate. 


“I’m trying, I’m trying! Why don’t you do something useful?” The middle head groaned. The entire body groaned as the back legs continued to hold the thing down. Its front legs were flailing in the air, but barely off the ground.


“Oooh, why didn’t I think of this? Should I shoot her?” the third head chimed in, rotating its arm towards the Anomid.


Fate’s eyes widened at the situation and changed tactics. Instead of pulling the thing back, she ran and jumped towards the droid, pulling at the force once more like a taught rope. 


“Ack, its on us! Get it off, get it off!” The middle head began to complain as the entire body began to flail wildly. Both of its arms began to open fire randomly in every direction.  Many of the shots were aimed upwards towards the ceiling, but thanks to Fate’s position on the droid’s shoulders, the shots missed. 


Choke on this you stupid fragging son of a scrap heap! Fate tried to curse through her broken vocoder as she wrapped the chain around the three heads and pulled tight. She felt like one of those renowned Reek Wranglers from the holovids, trying to tame a wild beast. If this was one of those Reeks, she felt like she could choke it to death. However, Reeks were biological and could feel their necks. Here, wrapping the chain slammed all three metal heads together, giving them more to complain about.


“Get off me! Give me some space!” The middle head screamed, the entire body still spinning around and stomping wildly. 


“I can’t! Can’t you do something?” The left head griped, firing its blaster erratically into the environment. 


“How about we slam into a wall?” The right head chimed in. 


“No, more blaster fire! More blaster fire!” The middle head commanded. 


“Right!” The other heads agreed simultaneously. 


Amidst the flurry of blaster fire lighting the train station like a rave party, Fate held on tighter than ever. She could already feel the bruises form on her legs and her bleeding hands, despite the adrenaline pumping through her body. But she pulled the chain tighter and tighter, and held on for dear life, unable to think of anything else. Perhaps if she kept pulling tighter, she would break a wire, bend a frame, something that might give her an advantage. Or maybe the thing’s blaster fire would bring the entire roof down on the two and end them both. 



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Vox was impressed that the individual handled the machine quite well, a change in tactics happened as the machine tried blasting its way to victory. The girl, as Vox determined her to be, was agile and quick and wasted no time improvising her situation.  Almost as if to strangulation the machine thr girl swiftly clung to its back and used the chains to wrap three heads together, in turn causing it to rampage a flurry of Blaster bolts. As enjoyable the show was Vox took notice that the energy shots struck the ceiling and even through the roof. 


The sporadic firing was sure to cause a cave-in which Vox would be top of, his objective was still to save this tiny soul however the means to do was changing on him. He needed it to be an ambush, he wanted it to be swift and without much harm but he didn't know if that would be optional. What options could he exhaust? Quickly the Knight had moved with haste on the hole riddled rooftop to get better positioned for his drop, and just as he did he reactivated his connection to the Force for a bit of guidance and to catch his fall. Already he could tell the metallic roof was groaning as more bolts met its ruined state, his weight maybe not helping but it wasn't too much an ordeal. 


Within moments Vox unsheathed his oddly long saber hilt and waited further until the machine spun once again. There. Now! Vox dropped through a sizable hole in the roof and used the Force to wrap around his legs and feet, reinforcing the stability of when he would land. The saber was activated, and a much longer-than-usual energy blade sprung from the hilt. Just as fast as he dropped the Jedi aimed for the machines left legs as it twirled in frustration, the controlled beam slicing through its joints amd into the ground. Without hesitation he slashed diagonally with precision to slice an arm off while still avoiding to hit the girl. 


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Fate wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on this tightly. As powerful as adrenaline could be, her stamina was hitting her limit. The days of survival on the hellish world, filled with radioactive cityscapes, marauding raiders and mad cultists, corrupted droids and acidic rains, had taken a toll on the Anomid. It was a wonder she was surviving this well for this long. Many others would have been, and probably were, dead by now. To stay on top of a rampaging droid that felt no exhaustion, no fear, and three separate brains to come up with ideas, would be impossible to perform indefinitely. She needed to do something else fast. Or she would be…


Her gut seized itself as the Force tightened nearby. But this time it wasn’t her doing. Something else in the area had used the Force, and her training, limited as it had been, was enough to detect it. 


Kriff, not now, not them! Fate panicked as a blur fell in her peripheral. Those cultists, who demanded a plant from her, promised pain beyond death, and she knew their threats were not idle ones. Strategies needed to change immediately. 


She heard an energy noise somewhere, but was unable to focus on it. The droid was suddenly tipping over. 


“It cut us! Something cut us!” One of the heads shrieked.


“No fair! No fair!” Another one cried. 


As the droid fell to one side, the blade of the newcomer sliced an arm off. The droid’s screamed as they died mid-fall. Fate saw her chance and seized it, letting go of the hook and chain to push and jump away from the collapsing automaton.  She became a purple blur in the air, flying and crashing into the ground


If she could’ve stopped to think, she would’ve realized that anyone wielding a lightsaber was a Jedi and not a cultist. But she was rolling on the floor, dust flying upwards from both her roll and the droid’s fall. She was not in her right mind. Adrenaline was still moving her completely, and fear that the cultists of this world caught up to her made her stay in fighting mode. 


You aren’t taking me yet! Fate wanted to shout at the stranger as rolled onto all fours, her vocoder producing nothing but static. One hand grabbed a piece of debris, a large chunk of broken concrete. Through the dust, she spotted the silhouette figure, picked herself up, and hurled the piece with all her might. The Force around her went taut as she did, her emotions and focus on the sole task of striking down the possible cultist. The piece of concrete, now empowered,  flew like a ballistic missile at the target. 


Wait…kriff! No! No no no! Fate suddenly screamed internally as she actually recognised what the blade signified. But it was too late to stop the throw. She could only loosen her spirit, and in that moment, all the stress of the battle and debt of energy rushed back to her, forcing her to collapse. Her hands, bleeding as they were, barely caught her from hitting the ground entirely. The liberal usage of the Force from the untrained Anomid left her barely able to hold up her head to see if her target deflected her impromptu projectile. 

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The landing was stuck and quickly did Vox roll away from the collapsing automata, the machine shrieked as it seemingly deactivated mid-fall. Regaining his composure rather quickly yet easily did the Trandoshan sigh and disignite his deep green saber. Then it cane as fast as he reactivated his blade, the Force pulled unto him an immediate warning or perhaps itbwas instinct, he swings the weapon once against a sliced the broken piece of concrete into pieces. While some of the many pieces did pelt his torso most of the larger chunks, there was slight pain but nothing like a knife digging into his scales, more similar to hardened strikes of a fist. 


Yet again Vox deactivated his saber and holstered the elongated hilt into an armored pouch, he still had much of his heavy plated armor on save for torso, which the shattered and whole pieces Romulus took with him. His arms and waist down were still very much covered in protection, afterall, if the saber didn't provide all of the protection he needed a little something to compensate, yes? The attention was tore to the smaller figure which collapsed in a heap of exhaustion.  The Trandoshan started to walk toward the individual, easing his thoughts and contemplating what to say, the best option was to assess the damage that was dealt. 


The Jedi's approach was soft despite the hard crunching of armored boot, as he stepped more into the light it was quite evident that he was indeed amongst the renowned or infamous Trandoshans. His form was albeit different, given his slightly longer snout and maw and his masculine build- Not the lanky bodies of his reptilian cousins. He only hoped he would not scare the small creature. 


When upon the being, Vox's approach slowed until he was just feet away from her. His gaze seemed cold at first but softened, he kneeled in front of the girl and spoke in his soft, but deep tone, "You handled yourself like a true fighter. Are you well?"

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Kriff he’s big Fate thought when the Jedi approached her. Seeing him block the piece of concrete she threw brought some comfort, but at the same time, now she half-wondered if he was going to help her or eat her. 


"You handled yourself like a true fighter. Are you well?"


Fate sighed in relief at the question. She wasn’t going to get eaten today. She nodded violently to the question and smiled under her broken mask. She turned and sat on the floor now, giving her hands a break from her weight. 


Oh thank the Force you are here, you have no idea how long it has been since i saw anyone… Fate started to attempt to talk, only to remember her vocoder was only giving static noises.


Ah, kriffing twist of fate… Fate smacked her head in realization, putting some blood on her slightly translucient forehead. The curse of her species having no vocal cords was annoying. And she highly doubted that the Trandosian knew the six fingered Anomid sign language. Once again she would have to improvise. 


Fate held up her hands and imitated binoculars and pretended to look through them, then  pointed at the Trandosian. This was followed by a shrug and spread her arms out, imitating a star fighter.


I’ve been looking for you. Or at least a working ship.


Fate made some static with her vocoder and pointed at it, followed by pretending like she was snapping something into two. She made a motion to the fallen droid. Afterwards she made a talking motion with her hands while shaking her head. 


Vocoder broken by that. Can’t talk.  


Fate then felt a pain in her hands. Holding them palms towards her, she realized just how much she was bleeding. That chain she used as her grappling hook had managed to cut deep. Instinctively she wiped the blood on her dirty robes and began wrapping them with the spare pieces of cloth she had gathered. 


Not sure what else to say, or at least attempt to communicate, she looked at the Trandosian, waiting for a reply. 

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The Jedi watched on as the female seemingly spoke given the slight gestures but nothing besides the faint static escapee the mouthpiece over the mouth. A rebreather? No, something else, perhaps it was a broken something that helped her speak? Whatever the case, the girl starts to make more obvious gestures and hand symbols, they were relatively easy to understand given the circumstance,  but it took Vox a minute to piece together the puzzles he had seen. He was more used to hand signals when hunting or in war, specific ones used to prioritize certain objectes and prey. 


With a grunt, the Trandoshan reached out abs grasped the females left shoulder, his scaly hand large enough to crush the limb without struggle. Focused once again on the Force, Vox allowed it to pulsate through his body and channel his thoughts to energy which he transfered to her. He was no expert on these powers, but he had hoped his idea would work and that it would make communication better. Only issue was he had to stay in contact if it did. 


"I have a friend that can fix this voice box," Vox's thoughts scrambled to the female, loose but understandable with a heavy accent of his kind, "Come, little one, we will return to our camp. We have food and water." 


The Trandoshan's connection was lost as soon as he removed his hand from the females shoulder. What followed was a draining of stamina, a side effect of the communication trick that took a far greater toll than his usual abilities. Practice makes perfect.  He stood and turned to an openening through the metal, the direction he knew the camp was... He prayed to the gods that his brothers and comrades were well and safe, given their attitudes it was likely they survived... Maybe less ideally. Vox walked up the small opening and reactivated his long saber, then he proceeded to cut the hole much bigger so the pair would have to struggle with getting through especially with the reptilian bulky armor. 


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Fate at first flinched when the Trandosian reached for her. Despite knowing the Jedi meant no harm, the weeks on Nar Shaddaa had made her much more reactive than trusting. Still, she did not resist when the lizard transferred his thoughts to her. 


The experience was unique to say the least. The transfer of thoughts was much different to how Fate usually experienced the Force. Where she used the Force like the stretching and pulling of rope, this experience was much more gaseous. Like a whiff of hot air born from a geyser. Impossible to cling to, but detectable. 


I guess i still have much to learn… Fate thought to herself as she pulled herself up, retrieved her makeshift grappling hook from the droid chassis, and began to follow. However, she also stopped to pull a piece of chest plating from the droid’s head, wires and even an eye still attached. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Fate tied the wires around her forearm, creating a makeshift shield. It was small, damaged, and unmistakable unsymmetrical, but it was easy enough to wield in close combat and deceptively light.  


Now this would’ve helped earlier… Fate reflected, testing her new shield by swinging it once.  


Fate couldn’t help but notice that the Lizard carried himself differently after getting up however. Trained eyes, and her own experiences with the Force, taught her that the Jedi had exerted himself in a way he had not been used to. Chaos around them, her own recent experience of overextending herself against the droid was enough of a lesson in that. But where her exertion was physical, Fate half-wondered if the Jedi’s was more mental than anything. 


After Vox cut a hole and started to lead the way, Fate followed. The clouds overhead were turning a cruel shade of green. The incoming storm she had detected earlier was still coming, and with it, the acidic rain that destruction followed. 


Still following, Fate held her new shield above her head. Already the acid rain was beginning to fall, and she could hear the sizzling droplets make contact with her shield. Fate did not grumble however, partially to due to lack of vocal cords, but also partially to not being annoyed. If anything, she was happy. The chance of getting off world, with a Jedi no less, outweighed her instincts to run and hide under any kind of cover. 

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When the woman followed, Vox could only move forward and collect his thoughts. He had to make haste to the refugee encampment as it was whete the pair could get food and water... Gods only knew what exactly his war clan made up, hoping it wasn't fried bits of the enemy, the last thing he needed was a scarred female in his presence. As he continued he felt a droplet of rain and at first it was welcomed but then he could feel the sizzling feeling of something eating away at his scales. Then there was another, and more followed, and before the Trandoshan could become fully enveloped by the incoming torrent he quickly got into cover under a half hanging sheet metal. 


Immediately the Jedi brushed and wiped away the acid rain upon his body, huffing in annoyance that rain on this planet was particularly dangerous... Why?! What caused the water to become this way?! Shaking his head he took a thick piece of metal and started to bend it into am umbrella of sorts, more like a shield but it would serve its purpose. Now holding the large chunk over his frame, he moved out into the danger once more this time with better preparation. 


"This world is... Strange..." Vox openly said to himself while leading the way, "Rain is not meant to eat away at flesh, it's blasphemous."


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You have no kriffing idea… Fate started to say when she overheard the Jedi’s comment. You haven’t had to deal with the lack of food, the crumbling ruins, the radiation zones, and those cultists that scream their heads off for a dang plant. 


The two pushed on until they came upon a deep crevasse. The cityscape of the planet had several crevasses like this one, all built for letting ships and speeders into the lower levels of the world.  Miles wide in diameter, the only way across the impossibly deep pitt was a long narrow bridge, complete with a wider area for a broken turret station in the middle. The bridge was more than just worn down. Its durasteel railings had fallen off long ago, its floor plantings partially melted, and its supports corroded to the point that the thing swayed with its own weight. Under the acidic rain, the entire thing groaned, threatening to break down at any moment. Like a suspension bridge missing its wires, so did this bridge miss its sturdiness


Despite the uncertain structural integrity, a single figure stood on the bridge, undeterred by the potential of falling to his death.  Instead, under the raining acid, the figure stood stoically and unmoved, wielding an electrostaff in its hands. Its shoulder plates had been completely melted away, revealing muscle and nerve bundles burning and regenerating under the rain. This  Gen’dai had been forgotten to time, stored in a cage for thousands of years. In its loneliness, it had lost any semblance of sanity. And after the Sith attack, it broke free and found this place. Now, only one thing mattered to it: The Bridge. 


After studying the figure for a moment, shield over her head, Fate  looked across the crevasse.  She could see what vaguely looked like a domed enclosure, no doubt the place the Jedi was wanting to get to. She could even see the outline of what looked like a ship. Her one source of hope to escape this wreckage of a world. 


YES! Fate shouted in her mind as she rushed forward. She had no idea what the figure wanted, but the possibility of escaping was almost too much to resist. 


From his position at the center of the bridge, the Gen’dai raised a hand to halt her and the Jedi. “None shall pass!” his voice boomed over the pouring acidic rain. “Approach further, and die.” 


Fate stopped in her tracks. Kriff this stupid piece of... she wanted to swear. She glanced at Vox, unsure what to do. The bridge was the only way across, and with the acid rain, finding another way around would be both exhausting and dangerous. 

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Vox noticed the ravine in which they were starting to travel, junk and destroyed metal surrounded the area above and below and ahead was a path. A single path, the bridge. And he was the first to noticed the strange armored figure standing so patiently in this acid rain, even if the bridge looked like it was about to collapse it didn't. Oddly the resolve of the stoic being gave Vox a sense of respect, only a madman would truly withstand the full brunt of this chaotic downpour. 


"None shall pass! Approach further, and die.” 


Stopping just short of the bridge itself, Vox said to Blest, "Allow me to handle this... I don't think it'll end well," Before turning his attention to the armored entity, his booming voice matching that of the man's, "Well met warrior! I see that you are fulfilling a great duty. I must ask for a favor however, my apprentice and I seek passage to my people on the other side, and this bridge is the only path we can take. If you allow us through, I will swear to you as an honorable warrior to reinforce this bridge when this weather subsides so you may further guard it. Perhaps a different bargain... Unless..." 


There was a sense of pride, staking a promise on a warriors word is high amongst the Nudono. So much so that failing to live up to the promise can result in death either by a death match or suicide. It was clear in his tone that Vox was serious and was quite generous, and he continued as if he too were a madman, "We shall let our fists decide our outcome?"

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At the Jedi’s words, the Gen’dai didn’t respond. Instead, it remained perfectly still, as if it hadn’t heard a single word. The silence was filled only with the sizzling rainfall, and the creaking of the bridge. For a moment, Fate thought the thing died under the acidic rain that fell, but the figure did shift its weight slightly, as if adjusting to the bridge itself shifting its own weight.


Then finally, the figure shouted again.


“I yield…to no one ”


With this said, the figure tapped its electrostaff on the bridge, as if to conclude the conversation


Under her makeshift shield and umbrella, Fate squinted at the figure. Something was very off. She wasn’t attuned to the force like the Trandosian was she figured, but something about the figure made her gutt squeamish. Perhaps it was the way it stayed silent, perhaps it was the fact that it’s shoulders were still regenerating under the rain without any visible signs of pain, or perhaps it was just the fact that it was just there. 


But Fate felt something else too. There was no dark presence to this figure. No ripples of the Force in any way. This…being, if that’s what it could be called, wasn’t a member of that dark side cult she encountered before. If this thing was a threat, it was only in a physical sense. 


After studying the bridge for a second, and the opponent, Fate’s eyes flickered back to the dome structure in the distance. 


Pardon me Jedi… Fate wished she could’ve said as she rushed past the lizard and onto the bridge. …but i got an idea. And I am going to get to that ship and off this hellhole!


No sooner than Fate's first step on the bridge did the Gen’dai twist his electrostaff to life and rush . Each step the two took thundered as the entire structure shifted its weight. As the two rapidly approached each other, Fate began to focus on the Force again. It was similar to when she fought the three headed droid, as well as the climbing of the skyscraper. With each step, the force began to coil around and under her, preparing for the moment of release.


That moment came when the two were a meter away. Fate jumped,  crouched, and jumped again upwards. The Force sprang and became taught once more, releasing the energy underneath the Anomid’s feet. Fate shot up and over the Gen’dai, who had lurched forward swinging his  staff widely sideways. Not expecting such a feat, the Gen’dai nearly fell off from the follow through of his overswing. 


Fate somersaulted  in the air and landed on her feet. A feeling of joy rushed over the Anomid as she realized she succeeded in her attempt of a Force Jump, and this time with no ill side effects. She genuinely felt like she was growing! Maybe it was the Jedi’s presence, or maybe it was her pure determination, maybe there was some kind of drug high from the raining acid, she didn't know, but she felt like she could actually…


As Fate took a step forward in her excitement, the plating of the bridge's floor  gave way. Fate stumbled and lost her balance, falling forward over the edge.


KRIFF KRIFF KRIFF KRIFF Fate silently cursed cursed over and over as she began to freefall. 


The bridge groaned at the sudden new weight off its side. The Gen’daii, now rebalanced, glanced downwards, and seeing nothing but the inky blackness of the crevasse,  turned back to the Jedi, now much closer. 


“Approach further, and die” The Gen’dai barked at the jedi, holding its staff in a ready position. 


Where the Gendaii believed Fate fell to her demise, what happened was slightly, if marginally, better. Instincts had taken over. Fate let go of her shield and with both hands free, reached for the coiled line at her side. With wild, desperate  abandon, she threw the hook upwards towards the bridge, infusing the throw with every ounce of the Force she could conjure. The hook flew upwards and caught a hold of a support beam. The chain snapped to a taut. Fate would have screamed if she could have, her arm nearly getting yanked out of its socket as she held onto the chain for life. 


Alright, that could’ve gone better. Fate told herself. She glanced upwards at the bridge and the support beam her hook had grabbed onto. 


Hopefully the bridge will last long enough for me to get back up. And hey, I’m out of the rain too, so that's something. Kriff I did drop my shield though…

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Beneath the rubble and debris of the Red and Black, the Force swirled with purpose and excitement as it flowed through both the physical and pockets of emptiness. Nar Shadaa once stood a beacon of hope and prosperity under the Imperial Remnant and the Alliance that followed, but now, even with the war won, it was but a glimmer of its former self. But even in the darkest of places, buried beneath destruction and death, a glimmer can shine brightest.


A simple shift of debris, duracrete giving way against the winds that flowed across it top, a small pebble breaking loose and tumbling downward until it lands upon a small pulsating button alit red, and with just enough juice left in the pod's power cells, a hiss rings true as its confines equalize and opens. Eyes flicker open and a hand presses against plasteel, wiping away steamed atmospheric dew, and for the first time since before the war ended, a breath is taken in cloned lungs.


Memories of Death return, and of before, etching into the clone's mind like hardware as the Force sweeps across its exposed form and a soul is anchored to its host. Wincing from the abrupt headache, Lok pushes the cloning pod's door open as far as it would go, a gap barely big enough for his nude form to crawl out from. Legs weak from not being used, muscles cramped from flexing for the first time as he reaches up and pulls forth the feeding tube from his bowels, regurgitating what little substance had been pumped into his stomach as he fell to the floor below him.


Byss had been his damnation, and his end. But now here, on Nar Shadaa where the ghosts of ages past walked amongst ruins openly and freely, he found himself reborn. Not just cloned. But truly reborn, his death his saving grace as redemption became his own to bare. Standing up, Lok looked around, realizing the room which he had been entombed within, and with what he could muster, began to look for a way out.


But first, realizing his nude form, needed to find a fresh set of armor and weaponry.


Hours would pass as he became accustomed to his new form, his rebirth, finding what he sought and climbing his way to freedom from his would be tomb. And as he set gaze on the aftermath of the war's final battle, the rage within him hinted at what Byss had brought out in him. And yet, Byss had been a lesson learnt, and his new eyes saw a different vision. Nar Shadaa may have laid in rubble, but rubble could be cleared and civilization rebuilt. But this was the will of the Force. Birth, death, rebirth, all were cycles of Life. But the evil that brought about this conclusion for Nar Shadaa... that was a different story.


It was one thing to be a criminal, a murderer even given the right circumstances. He now understood the plight of sentience. But this evil, the Darkside that permeated from the very streets he stood upon as he stepped out of the Red and Black, was unwarranted. And he would end it even if it saw his death a second, or even a third time. He would wipe any Sith that remained from the face of the Galaxy. And at that notion, RUIN came to mind. The Terror Droid had it right. Blood and guts, guts and blood. Entrails of the Sith to bath and baptize in. Death or Redemption would be his only offer.


For the Empire.


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"Wait!" Vox barked, he would've reached out with the Force to pull her back but already the girl had prepared a leap, pulling her now could have potentially draw her back into the crazed warrior's striking zone. Watching the girl fall down, Vox took several quick hazardous steps forward until an immediate stop had popped into his mind. 


Again using the Force, Vox tried to triangulate whete exactly the girl had fallen only to find that she clung to the support beams. Thank Lina she was safe, thought the Trandoshan, before his attention was snapped back to the metal guard. Something was... Aberrant about this fellow, this time, he directed the Force to the being to try and reach out telepathically. Perhaps he was indeed a lunatic, perhaps he had a death wish, but Vox wanted to better understand this being that stood so still and resolute. What makes you tick


Weaving and allowing the Force to swirl fron his body did Vox send a "cloud" to the warrior, he needed to hurry to get to the girl but at the rate this was going he needed patience. Whatever energy in the Force he had this was it, he had expend much of the power between tracking and communing, what he had now would be minimal. Much like the girl, Vox would attempt to communicate, sending a singular thought out in a calm manner. Or as calm as he could get. 


"Why do you stand here, warrior?" Vox sent the question, hoping for the best. 


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The Gendai stood still as the Trandosian sent the telepathic wave to the warrior. For a moment, the being eased slightly. A moment of something akin to clarity washed over it as it heard the question. Lost philosophy from 6 thousand years past flooded its memories. In this moment of clarity, the Gendai opened up momentarily, twisting the words of the philosophical “Perfection of Permanence” into its own insane version. 


“This is my bridge. It is mine and mine alone. I say none shall pass, and thus, none shall pass. Permanence is a lie, but I am permanent. Action is pointless, but I cannot be inactive. Thus, none shall ever pass while I stand.”


The moment of clarity gone, the Gendai braced himself. Carefully he stepped back further onto the bridge, taking a more defensive position. 


“It’s time to leave. Approach and die.” the Gendai growled under its helmet as the acidic rain corroded its exterior. 


Meanwhile, Fate was busy climbing up her grappling hook. 


Just don’t look down. Don’t look down, and you won’t get sick… Fate mentally told herself over and over again. Each pull was an endeavor, with her body swaying with the breeze that blew underneath the bridge. Ow, why does everything have to hurt? Gah, whatever, I'm still alive. Just don't look down...


Finally, she made her way up to the support beam her hook caught. Pulling herself up, she carefully balanced on the precarious metal beam like some kind of circus performer. 


Don’t look down, don’t look down, don't look... Fate reminded herself, knowing the yawning abyss below that waited for her to slip up. One look, and she would fall for certain.


Fate looked across the way under the bridge. She wondered if the other beams under the bridge would hold her weight. Perhaps she could swing across from one beam to another like a Kowakian monkey-lizard through the trees. She heard tales how some person on the once powerful death star did so across a missing bridge. Perhaps she could do the same…


Then again... Fate rethought her idea, glancing upwards towards where the Gendai stood. Any movements across under the bridge could give away my survival hood. 

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It was... Unexpected as expected. The Gendai warrior had a twisted philosophy that was as ancient as Vox's ancestors, and there was a moment of understanding and sadness from the Trandoshan. However that quickly washed away with purpose and haste, there was a girl to save, and Vox unfortunately had no other path than to the other side to his people. If only this world wasn't so ruined. 


Sighing, the Jedi unclipped his strange lightsaber hilt, activating the tool with the flick of a button. The long, deep green and speckled blade came to life, the acid rain dissolving upon touch creating a putrid steam, Vox steeled himself as he allowed a droplet of liquid onto his hand. When the droplet made contact with his scales, the pain was dull but still stung to a degree, discoloring the scales by a little giving him the idea that it wouldn't be good to stay in the rain itself. But there was indeed a way to combat this. 


Taking some tore leather from his Mauler Shotguns handle, Vox tied it from one jagged side of the metal shield to the other, creating a strap just under his jaw. The rain poured off of it, and the makeshift straps were out of range just enough to not get damage creating a hat to help protect the lizard. Now looking straight ahead, Vox walked forward, utilizing his saber with two hand and creating a defensive stance whilst keeping on track. Form III, Soresu, was a defensive combat form for the Jedi that he had trained in, whilst one day Vox would try for something good enough to combat a lightsaber that wasn't a lightsaber to better utilize the unorthodox swordsmanship of his people. Old ways die slow and hard


"I did not wish harm on you, warrior," Vox openly states as he stopped a solid five feet from the Gendai and made a gesture for them to move first, "However, you block me from my people. Now is a last chance to step aside."


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"I move…" The being stated, adjusting his helmet ever so slightly to see better


"...for no one."


In his mind, the duel had began long ago. When the Jedi and his protégé first approached, the duel had started. When the female charged, the duel was in full swing. A duel that came in three chapters.  When the Anomid fell due to her own clumsy footwork, she had ended the first chapter of the duel. The chapter of fools. Now, the Jedi had ended the second chapter. The chapter of diplomats. Now, the final chapter began. The chapter of battle. 


The Gen'Dai began to spin its staff slowly with metal gloved hands. The acid rains of the place had long disabled its electrical functions, but its phrik alloy remained intact, albeit degraded. It could stand a few lightsaber strikes. Whether or not the Gen'Dai realized that was uncertain. 
What was certain was the mad warrior's style: Brutish, but clever.  Without warning, the Gen'Dai grabbed one end of the staff and swung it like an extended club at the Trandosian. Simultaneously, he stepped to the side, causing the bridge to sway in that direction. It was clear the Gendai was attempting to break the lizard’s footing with sheer power and unsteady ground. The Gendai continued with his wild swinging, attempting to keep the Jedi off balance.


Underneath, Fate felt the bridge sway. She waved her arms out frantically to regain her balance before she slipped again. The noise of the lightsaber and wild swinging of the Gendai confirmed her thoughts that the battle had started. 


If she was to move, it was now or never. 


Kriff, I can't believe I'm doing this… Fate thought.


Wanting to retain her energy to use the force until necessary, she leaped forward of her own strength. While airborne, she threw the hook forward with all her might. 


Please make it… Fate begged to the force as she began to drop in the air.


The hook flew true. Lodging onto a crossbeam, the chain went taught and Fate swung over the abyss below. 


If her vocoder worked, Fate would have whooped the entire swing, letting the exhilaration of the situation flow over her. Unfortunately, such a thing was impossible, and she had to make due with just a silent shout of excitement. 


At the end of the swing, Fate reached out and grabbed the floor of the center of the bridge. The hook behind her came loose from the crossbeam and dangled helplessly from her waist. Grunting, Fate began to pull herself up. 


Owie owie owie owie owie... Fate winced as the acidic rain began to beat down on her exposed skin. Now hanging by her elbows, she glanced back where she came from. 


I wonder if I should help… Fate pondered as she witnessed the two battle while trying to pull herself up further. Her mind flashed back to the Sith cultists I mean, my track record hasn't been a good indication of how much help I can provide…

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When Vox closed in he'd seen the Gen'Dai swing his extended pole arm to reach the Trandoshan,  abd just as quickly as it swung Vox shifted some of his weight and swung his saber at an angle, the end of the staff would collide in a spark of energy and electricity in which it would be deflected. This reminded  Vox much of his native training, except this time he held a near weightless weapon that glowed with the heat of the sun. His arms would be pelted with acid rain but the painful stings only fueled his focus which helped in the long run of things. When the second swing came in Vox felt the shifting of the bridge which almost resulted in him losing balance. 


Utilizing his own weight and the tore and scratched plated of the bridge, the Jedi found his footing a moment sooner as he brought his head back to narrowly dodge the end of the weapon. As soon as the weapon passed Vox went forward and blocked the next few swings, the force of the weapon causing him to recoil. This was a first foe outside of trainining however with Alcemène teaching him how to better utilize the combination of Force and saber arts would finally kick in. Vox wanted a fair fight if only he had either his glaive or a Nuduno sword, the enemy had reach and the broken bridge to their advantage which swiftly kicked into Vox's head to just use the damn Force.  


Opening himself again, the Force trickled into his being and immediately Vox used the granted energy to further enhance his reaction and speed. The swings came in and Vox would allow few to graze by shocking and stinging his limbs little by little, but as soon as he was filled with the power around him he made his first assault. Combing a counter swing with the Force, Vox would bounce the end of the Gen'Dais staff off his saber lime a marble hitting the floor and bouncing back up. Wasting no time, Vox got inside the polearm and brought his downward blade up in a quick swing at the midsection of the mad warrior, his second move to bring it back down upon it's head if the warrior had dodged or blocked it. 


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During the attack, the Gendai warrior made no proclamations of honor, no intimidating threats of doom, nor any form of witty banter. It was just brutish and guttural growls and shouts with each swing. 


That is, until the Jedi snaked in under the staff and struck at his midsection. Unlike his staff, his armor was not made of phrik alloy, and the blade cut through the metal like it was paper. 


With the metal sliced, the blade cut through what looked like tendrils of meat packed in over themselves. As the blade left the wound, the sizzling flesh began to fall out slowly.


Fate gave a grin under her vocoder at the sight of the jedi getting a strike in. In most duels she had seen, that was the end of it. A lightsaber was a deadly weapon to say the least. If she had one, survival on this cursed planet would've been a breeze, relatively speaking.


The Gendai stepped back from the blow, barely dodging the second attack. Surprised at what he was feeling, he had to pause and glance down to recognise he had received a blow, one that could be fatal to humans if not treated immediately. 


"Ach, you scratched me!" The warrior declared loudly before resuming his attack. Violently, he slammed a booted foot into the bridge, hitting a loose panel, sending the other side up towards Vox's face.


Wait, what? Fate paused. 


 Even with the tendrils of flesh falling out of his wound, he continued to attack. The warrior stepped forward and thrusted the staff forward at the jedi, before pulling back and swinging again in an attempt to knock the jedi off. 


Seeing the sudden turn in the outcome, Fate frantically kept trying to climb back onto the bridge. On her knees, Fate recoiled her hook into her hand while think frantically. She had no weapon against that warrior. No sword, no gun. She doubted her fists or any of her more martial training would do much better than…


Fate glanced at the hook in her hand. Her mind flashed back to the three headed droid. 


I do have one weapon...


Fate stood up fully and let the hook dangle from her hands loosely. She had to do this right. If she did it wrong, she might hit the wrong target. 

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With that the duel should have ended, however it seemed the species this warrior hailed from were far more resilient than that of any other. Vox backed away several steps as his scaly "brows" furrowed almost into a scowl, the warrior only treated the injury as a glancing blow and thus moved back into the fighting. A metal plate was sent to the Trandoshans face which he cut the piece in half and a staff hurtling at his side. He had used the distraction well as Vox barely had the time to recoup and block the swing, and with enough force barely stopped the first blow from a direct hit. 


But the first impact was enough to push the saber into Vox's shoulder severely scorching that part of his body. Pain was an odd and unnecessary sensation, but it was one that was expected, Vox had blocked and parred the other blows as attacks grew more rampant get precise. The immense pain causes the Trandoshan to drive deeper into the Force itself but also bringing out the buried savage fire that burned inside. More haste, more strength, more precision, Vox took the fight more seriously and started to become less humble and more aggressive as the Saber Art could take him. 


When another strike was swung Vox had stepped back out of a last second  habit instead of trusting in his instincts, he'd stepped on a loose panel and his leg plummeted through. He had just a second to catch himself and narrowly "duck" the overhead swing. Trying to recover from the mishap, Vox continued to block until his leg was finally free but not without backing and remaining on a knee moving at a crawls pace further back until he managed to catch a strut beneath his collapsed leg and push upward. With a powerful drive Vox had bounced the staff upward and moved forward for a thrust. 


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More swings and crashes with the blade and staff. More growls and shouts from the warrior. The Gendai laughed for a moment when it seemed he was pressing an advantage against the Jedi who was on his knee. The Gendai could feel it. Victory was close at hand. His foe would make a mistake and then he would drive the staff through his…


The Gendai stopped and looked down. The Jedi had thrusted directly through his chest. Sizzling flesh and melting armor hissed from where the blade had pierced. 


“AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!” The Gendai screamed in pain. 


Quicker than a blink of an eye, the Gendai dropped the staff to the ground and lurched forward, letting the blade cut further and further into him. One gloved hand went for the blade, the other for the Jedi’s neck. Pain was nothing new to the warrior. He had known pain for a long time. But this pain was a bit more extreme then most, and had driven the warrior into a lapse of rage. He was a Gendai. Such mortal wounds were merely inconveniences to him. He would disable the Jedi’s weapon, and choke the life out of him. 

A clang on the Gendai’s neck. A tug on a chain. Fate pulled her hook with all her might, forcing the warrior to fly and fall backwards several feet. Fate grinned under her mask. Her aim was true enough to land the attack. She waved at the Trandosian, wondering how surprised he was at seeing her participating in the fight. 

The Gendai groaned 


“Oh I see, no honor for you two, eh?” he shouted as he picked himself up. “Luckily for me, I always triumph! You are dead and I will triumph!”


The Gendai’s body underneath the armor surged. With heavy fists, the warrior brought his fists down onto the bridge. The already precarious structure groaned under the blows as the warrior broke the panels and connecting pieces where he stood. Underneath, one of the support beams gave out. Fate nearly fell over as the bridge shook. and began to lean further and further towards one direction.


The bridge was beginning to fall. 


Oh no… Fate thought, wondering if she had accidentally pushed the madman over the metaphorical and literal edge. With the bridge beginning to collapse, she turned and began to run away from the Jedi and the Gendai, towards where the ship was. 


“I don’t need a staff to beat any of you! I’m invincible!” the Gendai roared. He grabbed a piece of broken floor panel and tossed it at the fleeing Fate. The piece thankfully veered off to the side. The Gendai followed this by grabbing several other pieces, and chucked them at Vox. 

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