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Walking forward quickly Tsi`Karn opened his arms wide as if he was greeting an old friend. His grey robes slid across the floor and dragged from not being able to keep up with him. Hugging Yalk quickly in the fashion any other Draxus noble would do he smiled at the Zabrakian before speaking happily. Im glad you decided to join me, I hope you like this design of droids I came up with for pure brute power. But enough about my droids, shall we head off to the bridge and prepare for the jump into hyperspace to get back to my homeworld?

Staring blankly at the man before turning around and heading off to the bridge knowing that the man would be behind. It is how people greet friends on my world of Draxus, so get used to it. Quickening his pace slightly he wanted to get back to the bridge so they could jump to hyperspace and get back to his homeworld so that he could being his final acts before becoming dictator of the planet.

After a few minutes of silent walking they arrived at the bridge where numerous droids were moving about doing there jobs. The Head Droid ran up and greeted them both with a salute as he stood there awaiting orders. Prepare for hyperspace jump back to Planet Draxus, have us arrive under the moon''s cloaking shield.

Roger Lord Tsi`Karn. With that the droids went about doings his orders.

Tsi`Karn turned to Yalk Maar and waved his hand over to his seat where a second seat had been setup during while he was greeting his guest. Please have a seat, we are going to be heading out soon. Turning his head away from Yalk, he walked over to his chair grinning with anticipation of the upcoming war.

Grinning as he he heard the droids preparing for the final countdown for the jump he looked over at Yalk. Well Captain of the Black Guard I hope you are prepared for the events to come. With those words said the ship went into hyperspace traveling towards planet Draxus.

(( im back. If anyone either noticed my guy or tried to save him sorry but im starting over. sweatdrop ))



Zackaroth walked around his small village with his trusty droid. Sparky beeped as they passed by Zackaroth's house. " no Sparky. Were going to Dads shop. He says he got a new part so i can finally fix up that old speeder me and you found." he said smiling. Sparky just beeped in protest.

" No Sparky. The speeder won't blow up. It may be old but its not that dangerous. You worry to much." Zackaroth said laughing.

[If you wish to follow my story, please read my RP example on page 19 of the applications to catch up. Thanks.]

-The outskirts of Tatooine-

Jet Fisto was about to fight his hardest bounty, finish the hunting of his prey, in the next few minutes. His nostrils flaired, letting him sense something on fire. My little ship, he thought. It had slammed into the dunes when Jet was shot down by Jac D'uran. Jet was currently hiding behind a large rock, being hunted by the prey. His prey. This made Jet angry, because Jac was actually a match for him. He never liked having matches. He lifted up his concealment mask, covering his face, and put his goggles over his eyes. His goggles had a small thermal camera that could see around corners, which he could connect to the lenses of the goggles. He turned it on, and the camera searched for any signs of life. Jet pushed down on the hammer of his Blast-Revolver, and it made a small humming noise to notify the owner it was on. Jet yelled over the loud wind.

"Jac D'uran, I'm here to take you in. They want your head, but I can spare you. Don't make me have to do this."

Silence. Jet hated silence. He didn't like the fact that the wind was roaring, yet it was silent. He saw a pebble fall down from the enourmous rock he hid behind, and he looked up. Crap, he thought.

Above him, Jac D'uran held a horrible grin that could scare the most horrific of beasts. He opened up his extended fists, clenched while he was stretching out his arms, and out popped from his sleeves two vibroblades.

Jet turned around, his camera locking directly onto the target. He jumped up, Jac doing the same, and kicked off the rock.He landed a few feet away, and unloaded the heavily pressurized bullets from his revolver. He dropped it, useless while it had to cool down, and unhooked his blaster rifle from under his poncho-like cloak.

Apparently Jac had miraculously either dodged or cut every one of the revolver's six bullets, and was running at unnatural speeds torward Jet. Jet started spray- unloading bolts of plasma into Jac, but it wasn't doing anything. Amazing, Jet thought, then blasted another three full magazines into Jac, which took them in the chest like nothing.

Jet was now leaping from rock to rock, using all of his muscle and strength he could muster. He shot the last bolt from his very last clip, and was hit by the same bolt. Jac had deflected it and shot it back at Jet, hitting Jet straight in the chest.

He fell, landing on a Tusken Raider tent. Tusken Raiders stormed from everywhere, firing at the two warriors. Jac landed right next to Jet. "Listen, bounty hunter, I'm about to rip you to shreds. I'll give you a head start. While you're recovering, I'll kill these Tusken Raiders. I advise you should hide." He snickered, laughing like a madman that one of the few good Bounty Hunters left, Jet Fisto, was bested by him. He turned the power up on his vibroblades, and ran torwards the Tusken Raiders, decimating them.

Jet got up quickly, feeling his chest. He had barely made it, his armor being struck by the bolt of plasma deflected back at him. It burned a hole through all but 3 centimeters out of 15 layers of a special thin alloy that was "incredibly strong" the Kaminoans had made for him. They did warn him about some weak spots, so this must of been one of them. He looked at Jac D'uran, killing the sand people without any remorse. He thought he saw him smiling, too. He saw an escape-a small outcropping of rocks had made a small cave he could hide in. It was dark, which was perfect because Jet had good nightvision, probably better then Jac's. He hobbled over to the cave, still short of some breath from the blast. Jet placed a small trip mine under the dirt, giving him some extra time. He then lined the inner rim of the cave, and rigged it to explode outside and not within.

"2 minutes, 07 seconds" Jet said quietly as he clicked the stop button on his watch. He took off all of his armor, then took off his poncho-cloak, and hid. He heard Jac walking closer. He could hear him breathing heavily, coming back from that "big" battle he was just in. He was tired, the damn sand people wore him out. Jet now did not have a challenge, it was back to Jet being the fox, and Jac being the rabbit. Easy.

"Oh bounty hunter, come out to pppllaaaayyyy...." Jac once again turned the power higher on his vibroblades, now glowing a bright orange compared to the deep darkness of the cave, his figure sillouhetted (sp?) by the outside like and the inside darkness of the cavern.

Jet unsheathed his knife from his ankle sheath, pressing a button that ignited a very hot,blue plasma around the actual knife, making it a mini lightsaber of sorts, but with a more sword-like shape. Jet grinned, prepared for battle.

Jet's eyes tuned themselves to the darkness. He could see Jac D'uran's vibroblades pulsing a deep orange color. "Oh bounty hunter, come out to play...." Jac said, snickering.

Jac looked to the ground and gave a menacing laugh. "Oh bounty hunter, I heard you were the best! You don't think I could see this small mine laying at my feet?" He cut it, letting the small explosive have a small implosion that ripped it apart, for he had disabled the major explosion. KA-BOOM! Jac was sent flying out of the cave, the other mines attached to the original's sensors going off. They hit Jac like a ton of bricks, shredding his black clothing and flying him into a boulder that was hiding a very large secret.

Jet thought this was the time to strike, jumping up from the pile of rubble he had hid under to not only conceal himself, but to protect himself from the blast and charged at Jac. He lept into the air, blue-glowing plasma knife slamming down apon Jac's chest, looking like it was cutting the very air molecules themselves as it descended. Jac gave a yell of pain, then rolled over and got up. He began bleeding, but barely. He took no his dark black jacket off, exposing the machines that held his vibroblades to his arms. He grabbed ahold of the knife's handle, slowly pulling it out from his flesh and clothing, but it was not flesh Jet had thought he had struck... Jac removed a chunk of armor plating from under his overshirt, snickering.

"You don't think I'd come prepared, Jet Fisto? I know all your moves. Before I thought I had blown you to smitherines in that house explosion, I watched you very carefully. I've memorized your moves, your strengths, and your weaknesses. You cannot beat me, for my master has told me so, and he is all-knowing." Jac said, unleashing his vibroblades and turning the power to full.

Jet moved over to his grab his knife from the dust, watching Jac. Jac smiled as the two prepared to duel, both lined up perpandicular to each other, eyes staring blankly into another's. Jet usually could see his bounty's emotion, but Jac D'uran's was just blank, nothing. He showed no emotion because he had none, just like how he smiled when he slew the Tusken Raiders. "Listen, Jac, I've come here to capture you. My employer doesn't care what way I bring you to him, he just wants you. Do you want to die, or do you want to live and rot the rest of your days away?"

"Listen, bounty hunter, either way equals me loosing. I've gone to far and I've done too much to turn back. It is now time for us to duel. Prepare yourself!" Jac took out what looked to be a Concussion Grenade. He stuck it to the large boulder he was infront of, and then got into a fighting stance. Jet did the same.

The boulder shattered into a hundred fragments, chunks of rubble flying everywhere. Jet lept into the air torwards Jac, Jac dodging to the left. Jet spun around and slashed at his enemy, being parried several times and almost getting cut by Jac's vibroblades. He then finally made the first mark, cutting Jac in the abdomen. Jac slammed his blades close to Jet, and cut off some of his poncho-like cloak. He then went for Jet's legs, but Jet hopped over the attack and kicked him in the side, making blood shoot out of Jac's mouth. Jac shut off his vibroblades. The fight had shifted to a melee war.

Jac, looking MUCH more stronger then Jet, even though he might not of been, slammed all of his power and muscle and weight into Jet, sending him flying. Jet flew into a nearby rock, making small chips of stone fall off of the boulder. He quickly caught his footing, doing a backflip up the side of the rock and landing on top. Jac climbed ontop of another rock, and went for Jet with a kick. Jet parried, hitting him in the face with a hard left uppercut, but was then sent flying to the ground by another one of Jac's "bone crushing" hits. He hit a dune hard, kicking dust up in his face, making him look like he was tan in skin color and not green. He got up, but was beat back down into the dust by Jac.

After a period of time about three minutes long, the two enemies rose from the sand. They both had many scrapes, cuts, and bruises, for they had just fist fought the whole time. Jet had blood dripping from his mouth, and Jac's knife wound had gotten larger from Jet focusing on that and his face. Jac was now the same color as Jet, covered all over in sand. He was breathing very heavily, coughing. Jet was leaned up against one of the few rocks left untouched in the outcropping, the other ones had been destroyed from all the fighting and tossing around.

Jac spat some blood, coughed, and then spoke. "Listen, bounty hunter, I don't think I can go much longer. You did quite a number on me..." He said, wiping his face of sweat, sand, and blood. "...but I'm still not letting you take me in." Jac then turned to another rock, holding his side, and climbed up it. Not this again, Jet thought, in not much better condition, running after him.

They were now both on a somewhat large dune, overlooking the Tatooine desert. Jac's back was facing Jet. Jac pointed at something, and spat some more blood. Jet walked next to him, holding his knife in his hand incase Jac tried something. Jet looked down, and saw the mighty Sarlacc beast. "So, this is how you plan on escaping?" Jet asked with an angry look. "No, I don't, I was just about to say I'm leaving by my ship, since it's down there. I've seen your fighting style first hand, and I now have respect for you. You're still too slow for me though." Jac replied, jumping.

But in that jump, Jac's ship coming up to catch him, a green bolt of energy hit him square in the neck, killing him instantly. His lifeless body missed his ship, and he began to fall and become prey to the hungry Sarlacc. "Not today, damnit!" Jet thought, strapping a device that had a very strong, thin fiber that when attached to a pack on a user's hip it made for a very fast, convienent wall scaling tool to the boulder next to him. Jet leaped, tightly grasping his knife and jabbing it into Jac's forearm, which in turn was slammed into a small rock jutting out from the huge sand ledge leading to any weary traveller's doom.

There lay Jac D'uran, scum of Tatooine, hanging from a knife connecting his arm to a rock. Pitiful. Jet thought, hanging from his jump-chord. "Well, I only need proof that he's caught. I'll cut his arm off, freeze it, and bring it to the boss." Jet did exactly that. He cut Jac's arm in a sawing motion, making sure that his body didn't fall with the "trophy". When he was done, all that was left was a chunk of bone sticking out from a bloody arm,covered up by a vibroblade holder and black cloth. Jet shut down the machine charging the blade, and pressed a button on the device located on his hip holding the jump chord,lifting him up. Jet fell in and out of sleep, tired from the large fight. Jac's protable ship remote was convientally located in his hand still after the arm was sawed off, so Jet scavanged for food and items he could sell, then prepared the ship for takeoff to the nearest port in the nearest Tatooine city. He then limped over to where he dropped his blaster and his Blast-Revolver, apparently from recieving an injury from Jac in his knee. He strapped them into their appropriate spots, then hobbled back over to the ship and hopped into the cockpit, just laying there.

Jet then fainted, the sun beating on his face and the fight with Jac finally taking a heavy toll on him.

Anchorhead: Speeder Repair Shop

Alyssa Marywhinn wiped her head. Although pointless, since she was sweating so much it could fill the speeder's cockpit, she didn't want too much of her sweat to drip on the speeder engine she was working on. Using a wrench, Alyssa tightened the last bolt that needed to be tightened, stood, replaced the engine cover, then walked back inside.

"All finished, Mr. Lanthrop..." Alyssa said. Seeing Mr. Lantrop's glass of water, she snatched it, drank it, and gave the empty glass back. Mr. Lantrop laughed.

"I've been trying to fix that speeder for a month, now, and you fix it in two days? You are good..." Lanthrop replied. He picked up his glass and slid it under the counter he was leaning on.

"I've been working for you for a year...didn't you know I was good already?"

"I had my doubts--"

"Because I'm a woman, right?"

Lantrop nodded. "It's not that I'm prejudiced, but all the women who came and asked for a job weren't strong enough to lift new engines or big old parts and what not. I would have accepted them if they were strong enough, but they weren't. You were."

Smiling, Alyssa leaned over on the counter. "Now, where do I take this speeder?"

"Always working, huh?"

"It gets me the most money..."

"Alright. Take the transport speeder and the fixed one down to a..." Lanthrop began search for a name in his datapad. "Lewis Marth in Mos Eisely...got it?"

"I got it, Bax." She ran outside into the scortching heat, started up Mr. Marth's speeder, and drove it into the back of its transport. Running to the front of the transport, she stopped for a second, then ran back inside Mr. Lanthrop's shop. "Isn't Mos Eisely dangerous?"

Bax laughed, then grabbed a blaster rifle from under the counter and handed it to her. "You can use this, right?"

"I was trained to use these, Bax,"she said, grabbing the pistol from him and running back outside.

"Be careful!"

I always am, Lanthrop... Alyssa thought to herself. She jumped into the transport speeder and piloted it out of the repair yard, then the city, towards Mos Eisely.