I REALLY have to thank BloodpawGaming for allowing me to pick up where he left off on his story.
I'm going to be making a few changes, because of my new addiction to Jedi: Fallen Order, but I hope they'll work.
You were abused and neglected by your...
The air is tense. Starkiller stands across from us, and the four of us stand. Our sabers are ignited. Three on one. How is this going to end, given the fact that Marek was Vader's backup plan?
Starkiller fires off a blast of sith lightning at Marx, only for my apprentice to block it with his lightsaber. Wraith and I rush him, trying to overwhelm him, only for Wraith to be slammed into a storage container. I slam my green blade into the red blade in Starkiller's hand, and go to stab him in the gut with my other one, before being blocked by the blade in his other hand. He pushes me back, and I fly into another storage unit.
Marx, having come up with a plan, rushes toward Starkiller, catching one bladein his saber's guard, and embedding it into the floor. Starkiller goes to attack with his other blade before Marx blocks it with the force, and pushes it back before taking a saber from Starkiller's belt, and igniting it. He slams the stolen saber against the saber in Starkiller's hand.
Wraith recovers from being slammed into the storage container, and jumps back into the fray, and tries to stab Starkiller in the shoulder, only to become suffocated by Starkiller's grip through the force. I recover from being slammed into the box, and take a flying leap over to Starkiller's position, and relieve him of his hand. His cry of pain rings out through his mask, as he steps back, and his force-grip on Wraith's throat fades. Wraith falls to the ground, breathing heavily. Starkiller's saber clatters to the ground, the blade flashing out of existence.
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Starkiller grips the stump where his hand used to be, and gets back to his feet. Looks at us, and uses the force to knock Waith and Marx out. They fall to the ground, unconscious, and I'm left alone to face down the man who murdered my father.
(Starkiller) - Stow your sabers. Use the one you won. Allow it to be an actual duel.
The my mask unfolds from behind my ears, and covers my face.
(Y/N) - What makes you think I'm going to stand for your challenge?
(Starkiller) - I killed your father with only one saber.
He stomps his foot into the ground so hard the sole of his boot leaves an imprint on the ground, levels his saber to intimidate me, and uses the force to try and burrow into my mind, to instill fear.
(Starkiller) - Let's see if I can kill what's left of him in the same way.
I push back against him, causing his hold on me to break. I pull his lost saber into my hand, and ignite the gleaming red blade, and wrap my other hand around the hilt to bolster my grip. I enter a Juyo fighting stance, and prepare for the next part of the battle.
(Y/N) - I will not be bullied, Asshole!
He begins to walk toward me, saber raised. I lunge, hoping to put my saber into his flesh. He manages to block my blade, driving it across his belt, cutting the other eight lightsabers away from his person. Each one clatters to the ground as our battle drags on. Our sabers clash multiple times over, and he manages to put me at a standstill, looking me dead in the eyes as I push back against him. It's likely he's stronger physically in comparison to me, he's twice my age, and most of his arms are mechanical prosthetic.
(Starkiller) - I killed your father. What does that mean to you?
(Y/N) - That the both of us have room for improvement, and only one of us is choosing to use it.
I reach upwards, and out with the force, crushing the cables cradling a supply container full of dust. It falls to the ground, and I jump back to avoid getting crushed, and Starkiller's legs are ripped from his body under the force of the impact. He tries to crawl towards me, but doesn't get very far before his elbows buckle under the pain. I feel another disturbance in the force... a good disturbance, this time. I force-push him into the container that opened upon impact, causing him to drop the saber left in his hand.
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I turn around and call Yang's number on my scroll. The figure in the distance raises her arm to the side of her head.
(Yang) - Hello?
(Y/N) - Yang, that you over there?
(Yang) - Yeah, why?
(Y/N) - Put a round into the open dust container. Blow this fool to ashes.
(Yang) - You got it.
I turn back to the dismembered Starkiller, and push him further into the large container, and get on my hands and knees as one of Yang's shotgun rounds flies into the canister, and bounces off of numerous dust crystals inside. I use the force to close the doors on him, and bring numerous pieces of equipment, and two crashed bullheads onto the container to smother the blast. I break into a run, grab Wraith and Marx, and rush for the exit, trying to outrun the blast before it happens. As soon as we make it out of the docks, I hear the blast ring out through the docks, ringing in my ears.
Thankfully, everyone else made it out. Marx and Wraith are still unconscious, and Weiss and Blake seem to have reconciled. I hear someone calling me through the force.
(Y/N) - Hey, Penny, Sun, can you and the others watch Marx and Wraith for me? I need to check something.
(Penny) - Okay!
(Sun) - Sure thing, dude!
I jog down the block, and turn into the alleyway to find... Syna.
(Syna) - Hey... can we talk?
(Y/N) - Yeah... sure. Let's... get to higher ground first. I think this might be... personal.
The two of us jump back-and-forth across the surrounding walls until we make our way to the rooftops. There's two to-go coffee cups on the edge of the roof. She picks them up, and hands me one.
(Syna) - Kilomanjaro beans, Two spoonfuls of vanilla creamer, and a tablespoon of sugar?
...So she really does care.
(Y/N) - You really do know me. So... how have you been?
(Syna) - That's... kinda what I wanted to talk to you about...
1073 words. Not bad. Not bad at all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and the next one is should be out before Wednesday. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a wonderful (time of day)!
