Star Wars: Nark Malcom

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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Star Wars
Nark Malcom

The galaxy is facing turmoil as the Confederacy of Independent Systems rallies more star systems to their cause, one system, the Asgard System , in particular ruled by an absolute monarchy is facing possible invasion, electing to remain neutral.

As the separatists build their armies, the planet's government and rulers chose to leave not just the people in the dark but the heirs to the throne

A large white haired Gigoran male walked into the hospital, entering a room where a boy sat next to his mother who was hooked up to machines laying on a bed. "Orroff." The mom smiled. The tall creature let out a small roar in a welcoming tone. "Good to see you too." She smiled looking at Orroff. "Narky." The boy's mom said looking at her son. The boy looked up, looking sad as he looked at his mom. "My little Starjumper...this is the man who's gonna take care of you when I'm gone." She said. "Cmon, say hello." She smiled.

"H-hi." Nark said looking over at Orroff. The creature let out a soft bark replying hello.

"He's been learning your language for a while now." Nark's mom replied looking at Orroff. "He's gonna take good care of you Nark." She said choking up then looking up.

"Mom?" Nark asked tearing up.

"Starjumper, come here." The mother said. Nark slowly walked over and looked at her tearing up. "Mommy loves you...daddy loves you." She said coughing. "There's a gift for you, Orroff has it. You can open it when I'm gone, okay?" She asked with a faint smile.

"Okay..." Nark said softly.

"Mommy loves you." She said.

"I love you too, mom." Nark said as he and his mom looked at one another, before she turned away forever and looked up at the ceiling.

Fifteen years later...

Large black doors opened, a man in a suit stepped into the dark room, the Alderaan sky creeping in. The man walked through the lit part of the floor toward several men holding pikes. On their shoulders were logos of The DarkLord, an intergalactic cage fighter most famous for being undefeated. The man walked toward the dark suited figures and lowered his shades. "Final warning till the end of the week." The man said taking the glasses off completely. The group raised their pikes and aimed them at the man, surrounding the mysterious temple nervy behind them tucked in the shadows. They all got in a fighting stance, the man doing so too. "Alright, shall we?" He asked taking stance. The group charged at the man, all going in for jabs and blows but all failing to do so as the man took them out with unmatched skill and abilities in combat. The final fighter tanked every blow the man threw at the warrior, hitting him with blows that would send a man down. The fighter didn't move, the victor over the others looking at him. "This is usually the part where you guys drop." He said. The guard dropped, the studio lights came on and the suited man who still stood was mad. "And I'm the fake here?" He asked walking toward the crew heading to his chair. Soon Nark's manager walked over and stood in front of Nark holding a datapad.