Star Wars: Nark Malcom

Chapter 4

The king and Queen were thrown down along with multiple nobles and elites within the castle. Bodies of guards were everywhere. The red armored terrorists walked over the last of the elites as they brought Barshad into the ruined throne room. The king looked up at the red guards, a large black visor line shot down the middle of their helmets. They carried CIS issued E-5 blasters and various black marker weapons. A man walked in wearing a grey and black variant of the armor, a helmet with a more monstrous visor design. A large grey cape with a red outside followed him. He had what looked to be a lightsaber on his belt and a blaster pistol holstered. "Your highness." He said pulling his helmet off, an unshaved man in his early forties existed under the mask. "The separatists said this'd be hard. Your guards weren't a thing...my apologies to your poor men your highness." The man added.

"Don't address his majesty you swine!" Barshad barked at the man.

"Who are you?" Odin asked standing, the king's shiny armor became a subtle glare. The man smiled revealing his helmet, the face of a young tyrant under it. His hair came into place and he smiled, placing his helmet between his forearm and lower chest.

"General Harvar Sullivuk your majesty." Harvar said with a smile.

"He's a mere myth! Who are you?!" Barshad shouted.

"If he be a mere myth, how come he, how come I stand before you?" Harvar asked.

"It's him." King Borson said. "What do you want with my people? My kingdom?" He asked.

"I've been hired to make you your highness surrender to my employers as they need this system for their plan I can't tell you!" Harvar laughed.

"Burn in Mustafar!" Barshad shouted.

"You're a loud one." Harvar smiled.

"We'll never give in!" Frigga shouted. Harvar's eyebrows rose. He held out his helmet and one of his men took the helmet from him. He sighed, turning away from them, his cape hiding his actions. Barshad, King Borson, and Queen Frigga looked at him. He turned his head, showing the corner of his tanned face, showing a large scar going down the side of his head. He slowly turned.

"I'm required to do this if any of you resist." Harvar sighed turning around holding a WESTAR-34 blaster pistol. He pulled the trigger and shot the queen in the shoulder. She fell over screaming in pain. She hit the marble floor hard as smoke cane from her mid shoulder.

"No!" King Borson shouted loudly jumping up. One of the red troopers hit Borson in the back knocking him over. Barshad looked at Harvar angered.

"Take them away! To the dungeons! Offer those down there positions on our army." Harvar ordered loudly. "I sound like him." He mumbled looking at Barshad as the guards carried the three off. Meanwhile, aboard the Republic Peace Keeper shuttle, Torver sat meditating in the cargo hold surrounded by rations and fuel cells. Nark walked into the grey room full of crates and looked at his Jedi friend.

"Hey, Torver." Nark said.

"I sense your fear." Torver said calmly at Nark. "Fear of...loosing." He elaborated. "Losing your fight against a Dark Lord." The Jedi concluded looking up.

"What?" Nark asked.

"What quarrel do you have with a Sith? We should tell the council." Torver said in a welcoming tone walking over to Nark.

"It's actually a fighter thing. I'm a Galactic Tournament finalist. If I win this fight, I'm this year's champ." Nark said.

"You protect your reputation...you fear it's tainting." Torver said.

"I don't fe—" Nark caught himself. "Ya ain't wrong actually." He said bluntly.

"This tournament is soon I take it?" Torver said facing the metal floor. "Wait no, the final battle. This will decide the champion, and you want it to be you...you fear 'The DarkLord' will beat you." Torver said.