Post by Methos on Aug 2, 2005 13:10:04 GMT -5
Even though i started out with wanting to make this story about my time in jka as accurate as possible, during my writing i have been forced to face that my memory is far from perfect, therefore there will be some 'artistic touches', and parts that are purely fictional to the story.
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Prologue. The Jedi Outcast
The sound of a shutting door came loudly into the small hidden space, the man quickly sat up, wild eyes swiftly searched the room for possible threats, his lightsaber held tightly in his hand. With a tired sigh, Wolf leans back and allowed himself a bit of rest.
He was growing weary, bountyhunters and warriors of several clans had been chasing him night and day since IT happened.
He closed his eyes and once again recalled that day, the day his former apprentice, closest friend, and 2nd in command had finally brought his betrayal into the light.
* "I'm releaving you of your command Wolf", the young man said, "you have been here too long, our warriors have grown tired of your antediluvian ideas of honor", Wolf looked at him with sad eyes "they all have the choice of leaving the clan, I have never forced anyone to join, nor to stay",
the young man looked at him with a sneer of contempt and said angryly "no, you are the one being forced, either you hand over the clan to me, or you will be crushed like the fossil you are",
Wolf looked into the eyes of his former apprentice "i'm sorry my friend, i dont know where i failed you, but i cannot let you currupt this clan", the young man growled and ignited his saber, then jumped at his former master with a scream "then DIE old man!!" *
Wolf silently jumped up as he once again heard loud sounds from the hallway, but relaxed as they moved past the entrance to his hideout.
he leaned back and relaxed a bit, staring into the ceiling. There had been rumors of a new galaxy, new techniques to learn, new challenges to meet. He sighed, this new place was sounding better and better, leave all the memory's of this place behind.
A few days later Wolf emerged from his hideout, a resolute expression on his face, and his saber held tightly in his hand. he had finally decided to move on, leave the memory's and the betrayals behind and start fresh in the new galaxy, it was time.....
1. A new beginning
As the latest group was emerging from the Intergalactic shuttle, noone noticed the tall figure, totally covered in a red Shadowtrooper armor, moving slowly away from the group. A few minutes later, reaching a secluded spot, Wolf took of his helmet and took a deep breath, grinning widely, finally he had reached the new world.
He heard story's of the legendary 'Destroyer' saber-staff being common here, and rumors of people using not just one, but two sabers at once, reaching speeds in their style that challenged even the fastest user of a single saber.
Wolf brought out a bunch of papers from hidden pockets in his armor, once again checking the new identity he had created to escape the notice of the bountyhunters, and get on the shuttle with a minimum of trouble, 'Duncan Macleod, it had a nice ring to it, he stared at the name for a few minutes, once again burning it into his memory, then put them away and headed out to seek a challenge.
A few minutes later he arrived at a duel arena, Clan Impact, sounded like a good place to find a starting challenge in this new place, he checked his new saber, built on the shuttle when the old one had been destroyed in a fight against 8 robots, while training for the new galaxy, Yellow instead of his old Blue saber, then joined the other spectators and started studying the competition.
Soon, it was his turn to fight, he moved into the ring and bowed to his opponent, showing his respect, introducing himself as this was his first visit to this arena "I am Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod", then looked at his opponent "Good luck friend, There Can Be Only One", then got up, ignited his saber, and started circling his opponent, sizing him up. His opponent was a rodian, moving with a speed and grace that totally defyed his massive size, wielding the red saber of a sith.
Duncan jumped forward, making a backflip in the air while he feinted a downswing, then swiftly slashed sidewards the second he landed, but growled loudly in pain just a second later as the red saber of his opponent entered his back. He spun around quickly, launghing a wild swing to give himself some space to recover from the hit, but instead of moving away to dodge the swing as he himself would have done, the massive rodian threw himself to the floor and slashed at his feet.
Duncan did a quick backflip and just barely avoided getting his feet removed, then quickly rolled towards his opponent as he landed, the rodian moving slightly backwards never knew what hit him as Duncan quickly got up and boosted himself at the rodian with a powerfull diagonal hit, instead of stabbing as his opponent suspected he would.
He could hear his pulse hammering away in his ears as the loud thud of the dead rodian hitting the floor sounded in the arena, "Good fight", a yell was heard from the spectators "OMG headshot, lucky fucking n00b", it was the rodian, his essense quickly moved into his new cloned body.
Duncan looked at him, trying to catch his breath "Headshot or not, i won the fight...accept your defeat instead of whining like a sith", the rodian growled at him "bah, Naruto is up next, he'll show you what this game is all about n00b", he turned around hearing a new opponent enter the ring.
The man himself wasnt particularly impressive to look at, fairly tall, wearing a suit that almost Screamed 'Sith', what made him impressive to Duncan was the obvious air of confidence surrounding the man, and the dual sabers he wielded, and at a closer look, his movements, this man moved liked a veteran. Duncan steeled himself as he knew it was a fellow Warrior he was facing, one used to the surroundings in this galaxy, and obviously tested through many battles.
He kneeled and bowed towards his new opponent, showing him the proper respect of a Warrior, not just the slight nod of respect he would give any opponent "Good Luck friend, There Can Be Only One", he then got up and ignited his saber. Before he knew what was happening, Naruto was on him, seemingly slashing wildly with his dual sabers, but hitting with every single slash of his sabers, within few seconds the fight was over and Naruto chuckled "flawless".
Shocked by the total defeat at the hands of Naruto, Duncan quickly left the arena, finding a secluded spot to meditate, it seemed that despite the hard training he had done on the shuttle he was practically considering skillless in this galaxy, a new approach was needed here. That was when he decided that instead of trying to be the best as he had done since the arrival at his old home, he would simply fight as best he could, and enjoy the fights.
He got up and walked resolutely from his meditation spot, finding an ffa arena only known as 'The Whoopass Gaming server' and ignited his saber, throwing himself into the brawl with a big grin, fully enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time.
TBC..........
Next part should be ready tomorrow or the day after
Feedback: It's the coin of the realm, my little plot bunnies will starve without it.
So post your comments and critics whether good or bad, in the end it all makes the next part even better.
blocks in ** demote flashbacks
Prologue. The Jedi Outcast
The sound of a shutting door came loudly into the small hidden space, the man quickly sat up, wild eyes swiftly searched the room for possible threats, his lightsaber held tightly in his hand. With a tired sigh, Wolf leans back and allowed himself a bit of rest.
He was growing weary, bountyhunters and warriors of several clans had been chasing him night and day since IT happened.
He closed his eyes and once again recalled that day, the day his former apprentice, closest friend, and 2nd in command had finally brought his betrayal into the light.
* "I'm releaving you of your command Wolf", the young man said, "you have been here too long, our warriors have grown tired of your antediluvian ideas of honor", Wolf looked at him with sad eyes "they all have the choice of leaving the clan, I have never forced anyone to join, nor to stay",
the young man looked at him with a sneer of contempt and said angryly "no, you are the one being forced, either you hand over the clan to me, or you will be crushed like the fossil you are",
Wolf looked into the eyes of his former apprentice "i'm sorry my friend, i dont know where i failed you, but i cannot let you currupt this clan", the young man growled and ignited his saber, then jumped at his former master with a scream "then DIE old man!!" *
Wolf silently jumped up as he once again heard loud sounds from the hallway, but relaxed as they moved past the entrance to his hideout.
he leaned back and relaxed a bit, staring into the ceiling. There had been rumors of a new galaxy, new techniques to learn, new challenges to meet. He sighed, this new place was sounding better and better, leave all the memory's of this place behind.
A few days later Wolf emerged from his hideout, a resolute expression on his face, and his saber held tightly in his hand. he had finally decided to move on, leave the memory's and the betrayals behind and start fresh in the new galaxy, it was time.....
1. A new beginning
As the latest group was emerging from the Intergalactic shuttle, noone noticed the tall figure, totally covered in a red Shadowtrooper armor, moving slowly away from the group. A few minutes later, reaching a secluded spot, Wolf took of his helmet and took a deep breath, grinning widely, finally he had reached the new world.
He heard story's of the legendary 'Destroyer' saber-staff being common here, and rumors of people using not just one, but two sabers at once, reaching speeds in their style that challenged even the fastest user of a single saber.
Wolf brought out a bunch of papers from hidden pockets in his armor, once again checking the new identity he had created to escape the notice of the bountyhunters, and get on the shuttle with a minimum of trouble, 'Duncan Macleod, it had a nice ring to it, he stared at the name for a few minutes, once again burning it into his memory, then put them away and headed out to seek a challenge.
A few minutes later he arrived at a duel arena, Clan Impact, sounded like a good place to find a starting challenge in this new place, he checked his new saber, built on the shuttle when the old one had been destroyed in a fight against 8 robots, while training for the new galaxy, Yellow instead of his old Blue saber, then joined the other spectators and started studying the competition.
Soon, it was his turn to fight, he moved into the ring and bowed to his opponent, showing his respect, introducing himself as this was his first visit to this arena "I am Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod", then looked at his opponent "Good luck friend, There Can Be Only One", then got up, ignited his saber, and started circling his opponent, sizing him up. His opponent was a rodian, moving with a speed and grace that totally defyed his massive size, wielding the red saber of a sith.
Duncan jumped forward, making a backflip in the air while he feinted a downswing, then swiftly slashed sidewards the second he landed, but growled loudly in pain just a second later as the red saber of his opponent entered his back. He spun around quickly, launghing a wild swing to give himself some space to recover from the hit, but instead of moving away to dodge the swing as he himself would have done, the massive rodian threw himself to the floor and slashed at his feet.
Duncan did a quick backflip and just barely avoided getting his feet removed, then quickly rolled towards his opponent as he landed, the rodian moving slightly backwards never knew what hit him as Duncan quickly got up and boosted himself at the rodian with a powerfull diagonal hit, instead of stabbing as his opponent suspected he would.
He could hear his pulse hammering away in his ears as the loud thud of the dead rodian hitting the floor sounded in the arena, "Good fight", a yell was heard from the spectators "OMG headshot, lucky fucking n00b", it was the rodian, his essense quickly moved into his new cloned body.
Duncan looked at him, trying to catch his breath "Headshot or not, i won the fight...accept your defeat instead of whining like a sith", the rodian growled at him "bah, Naruto is up next, he'll show you what this game is all about n00b", he turned around hearing a new opponent enter the ring.
The man himself wasnt particularly impressive to look at, fairly tall, wearing a suit that almost Screamed 'Sith', what made him impressive to Duncan was the obvious air of confidence surrounding the man, and the dual sabers he wielded, and at a closer look, his movements, this man moved liked a veteran. Duncan steeled himself as he knew it was a fellow Warrior he was facing, one used to the surroundings in this galaxy, and obviously tested through many battles.
He kneeled and bowed towards his new opponent, showing him the proper respect of a Warrior, not just the slight nod of respect he would give any opponent "Good Luck friend, There Can Be Only One", he then got up and ignited his saber. Before he knew what was happening, Naruto was on him, seemingly slashing wildly with his dual sabers, but hitting with every single slash of his sabers, within few seconds the fight was over and Naruto chuckled "flawless".
Shocked by the total defeat at the hands of Naruto, Duncan quickly left the arena, finding a secluded spot to meditate, it seemed that despite the hard training he had done on the shuttle he was practically considering skillless in this galaxy, a new approach was needed here. That was when he decided that instead of trying to be the best as he had done since the arrival at his old home, he would simply fight as best he could, and enjoy the fights.
He got up and walked resolutely from his meditation spot, finding an ffa arena only known as 'The Whoopass Gaming server' and ignited his saber, throwing himself into the brawl with a big grin, fully enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time.
TBC..........
Next part should be ready tomorrow or the day after
Feedback: It's the coin of the realm, my little plot bunnies will starve without it.
So post your comments and critics whether good or bad, in the end it all makes the next part even better.
