Post by Paou Q on May 14, 2008 16:12:11 GMT -5
Star Wars - Paou’s story - Complete Destruction
CHAPTER 1
15 years before the Mandalorian wars a war vet and a Jedi are chatting in the ruins of a castle on the outer rim world of tatooine...
“it will be done, general”
“good, you know I think of you as a brother kiro”
“hm, I wish I could say the same, good night general Imian”
The blaster sound echoed off the walls of the palace, then fell
silent as the death of a Jedi shot through the Force.
Kiro bent down an picked up the young Jedi Imian lightsaber.
“a trophy of my kill” he cackles as he walks toward the exit “foolish Jedi let his guard down” claps are heard from behind. kiro sharply turns around, to find a silhouette emerging from behind the shadows of a column, and into the bright sun illuminating a large muscular figure “nicely done, very nice, gaining a Jedi’s trust, then killing them. truly the mark of a professional.”
“who are you?”
the mans face dropped from amusement to anger.
“don’t you recognise me, your own trainer, the one who taught you to be as devious as you are?”
“bu- but that’s impossible” kiro replied “Roland died 19 years ago”
“oh is that so? then why am i here? talking to you, you always were slow”
“take that back old man, or ill cut you open” he snarled
“fine fine fine i wouldn't want this to get messy. so whats that in your hand ?”
“none of your buisness!”
Roland began to walk towards Kiro.
“oh no? I think it is” unfortunately for kiro, Roland’s went in to hit kiro and Roland’s fist sent him flying across the hall, impacting into a solid brick wall. A loud clank sent echoes through the halls of the ruins of an old Hutt castle for the guards outside to hear. Both were woken up abruptly, and immediately went inside to investigate, VibroBlades at the ready.
“Well well well thought you’d take the foolish Jedi's lightsaber as a trophy? hmm?” Roland picked up and powered up the Jedi’s lightsaber, sliding its knob up toward the shiny emitter. Its blue glow lit up the walls, floor and ceiling and its low pitched hum, resonated throughout the castle like a thousand bees flying franticly.
“its ironic really, your going to be killed by both the man you thought you killed,” he said with excessive enthusiasm on the you’s “and he’s going to do it with your so-called ‘trophy’” roland stepped toward the half conscious kiro.
“wait” kiro said “ why do you want to kill me?”
“because you are a nuisance your in my way. stopping me from killing those slime ball hutts and taking over tatooine an-” Roland’s long speech was interrupted by two out of breath rodian guards
“dis palace big like maze” said a panting roran to his brother boran
“yes, yes, but what glowing ?”
“look up fools” roland shouted
“uh ooh, we in deep poodoo”
roland replied and said for them to leave soon or he’d kill them.
“me rather die in fight for kiro leader boss man” said roran.
"yup yup yup me to. brother roran, can we fight man with Jedi glow stick?"
"umm i not sure brother boran, we have VibroBlades and people say that lightsaber can't choppy through dem so me think we okay" to which roran replied "okie! den lets go old twi'lek".
the rodians readied themselves easing into a fighting stance.
All three of them charged into battle. However, Roland is surprised by the weightlessness of the lightsabers blade. Taking their opportunity, the rodians go to attack either side of Roland. Roran misses to the left, but Boran hits directly into Roland’s right side the vibrosword slides through his heavy combat suit, into his skin sending seething pain through his nervous system freezing him on the spot, hunched over, both hands on the lightsabers shiny cortosis hilt, as he watched his reflection in the pool of blood underneath him that was increasing in size whilst he decreases in life.
“WOW! you stabbed him?! I-I-I can’t believe my eyes! He was one of the best bounty hunter swords men on the outer rim and you got him with ease?! What just happened?” said a confused and startled kiro staring at the gushing blood and splatterings all over the castle walls and floor.
“o dear, me stabbie a bounty hunter?”
before kiro could answer him Roland’s skin began to change, his blue skin began to turn grey. his head tails began to retract back into his head his clothes became loose and his muscles began to revert from their bulky state. When this odd change was complete they realised that kiro was the only real twi’lek in the room as the body hit the floor dead.
“a clawdite kiro big boss man”
“clawdite? you mean changeling?” Kiro replied.
“no, no i mean clawdite, what a changeling?” boran and kiro looked at each other, their expressions were as if to say ‘is he serious’.
roran went on to describe the clawdite race and where they were from until kiro screamed...
“QUIET RORAN, now help me up..”
“yes big boss man”
“and boran pass me that lightsaber and loot this imposters body for anything valuable and bring it back to the ship, then we get the troops ready for the attack.”
“yes boss kiro”.
And so that’s what he did, though getting lost on his way out, he made it out safely.
"FORGA!! where in the world is that excuse for a bounty hunter?! FORGA!!"
"uh yes boss?" the newlywed Forga and his new wife Daria arrived on the bridge of the ship giggling. Him with lipstick all over his face and both were looking scruffy.
"Forga what were you doing ?"
A short human with blonde hair says to kiro "uh i think i could tell you sir after all it doesn't take a genius to figure that they were having s-"
"That’s quite enough, I meant to say, can you do" kiro pauses and sighs "It, on your time not on mine? Now since you are my lieutenant you need to prep the soldiers."
"In a minute sir" Forga goes into kiss Daria
"NOW FORGA!"
"Oh ok, spoilsport" Forga muttered
A few hours later the in the main hall of their star cruiser, still on tatooine, over twelve thousand bounty hunters, mercenaries and others who need the credits are gathered for one final speech from kiro before they raid tatooine’s south eastern quadrant.
“Men, women and such, you are about to become the scribers of your history, all you have to do get them to either come to this ship or if they resist kill them, most of you have killed before, so don’t chicken out now. The faster you work, the faster we can R&R and the better you do your job, the fatter your pay cheque will be.
NOW GET OUT THERE AND TAKE TATOOINE!!”
A stampede of men and women with blasters and VibroBlades from all different races, and from every corner of the galaxy ran toward a victory, raiding one village and town after the next killing more than enslaving because the people wanted to try and make a difference for their loved ones, but that just made it worse for them in the end.
The last village and one of the smallest. was the home to a half Mandalorian, half human, nine year old boy named Paou Derol Quixoni.
Star Wars - Paou’s story - Complete Destruction
CHAPTER 2
"And so the Boma and his mother were treated, back to you Gerald"
"Thank you Hini. in more local news, the south eastern quadrant is almost completely under the rule of Kiro Dozep a Twi'lek veteran, reports show there is one remote village that is left to be taken a holo vid from Kiro's lieutenant Forga Xopana had a few words to say earlier this week"
"uh is it recor- yes so the remaining village should be an easy one, our scouts say its just some glass makers and families so i hope the blaster wont have to be used, i like kids, yes kids are nice HEY YOU A...[static]"
"So i hope those glassmakers have the sense to just give up, because as we have seen, these raiders are a force to be reckoned with. now onto the weather with Phodo, im Gerald dodo have a good day."
The news holo feed ended as Dr Tamik Derol swallowed deeply, then his wife came in he room with baby Ido in one hand and a cold, wet flannel in the other.
"here you are dear"
"thank you Cara"
"so what do we do? do we stay or leave? i mean i dont want the kids living throu-" Cara was interrupted by the sound of laser fire and screams as she heard her other two children bashing on the door crying out and shouting 'open the door!'.
Tamik stood up from his red corner chair and rushed to the front door and opened it, in came two frightened children the girl being Oria Derol and the boy, Paou Derol Quixoni named after a rare lightsaber crystal that his mother owns that she was given by her father when he returned from the war with Exar kun. Paou senior was a Mandalorian marine who was friends with a Sith lord that worked under Exar, that Sith died in the Battle of Ossus and he passed the crystal on to Paou SR.
“whats wrong kids?”
“the raiders” said Paou while panting heavily “they’re here! what o we do mum??”
“we are Mandalorian we fight back” said a courageous instinctive mother.
“no, were out numbered a thousand to one there’s no way we can defeat them” says a frightened father
“well we can’t exactly retreat can we its one door so what next smartass?”
“Cara.. that’s not nice”
“well then think of something”
“ok, Paou get my blaster and sword, then we hide in the basement”
“sounds good dad, be right back”
“as the merc’s drew near they left a path of death and destruction in their wake many died, and to Forga’s surprise the villagers put up quite a fight but this was nowhere near enough to stop the might of a well organised raiding party.
As the Derol family hid in their basement, so silent they could hear each others heart's beating. raiders decided to leave their house till last.
Forga, Daria, Diar, Bongo and Bandarr buzzed the doorbell and asked for them to come out peacefully and no harm will come to them.
they received no answer. “ok were coming in, move from behind the door just in case, Bandarr i trust you can handle this?”
the foul smelling, eight foot tall, three hundred and twenty pound Wookiee crouched down and forced open the four inch thick durasteel door, as he lifted the door began to give way until it broke off its mechanism. Bandar roared in his native tongue.
“yes i noticed you broke it i told you stop stating the obvious...”
they all stepped under Bandarr’s arms whilst holding their noses.
“anyone home? hello?, no? well then Diar, loot the place. then we leave.”
“yes boss”
“master we are making our final approach into tatooine”
“yes, i sense much unrest on this planet, hopefully we can resolve the issue. peacefully .”
CHAPTER 1
15 years before the Mandalorian wars a war vet and a Jedi are chatting in the ruins of a castle on the outer rim world of tatooine...
“it will be done, general”
“good, you know I think of you as a brother kiro”
“hm, I wish I could say the same, good night general Imian”
The blaster sound echoed off the walls of the palace, then fell
silent as the death of a Jedi shot through the Force.
Kiro bent down an picked up the young Jedi Imian lightsaber.
“a trophy of my kill” he cackles as he walks toward the exit “foolish Jedi let his guard down” claps are heard from behind. kiro sharply turns around, to find a silhouette emerging from behind the shadows of a column, and into the bright sun illuminating a large muscular figure “nicely done, very nice, gaining a Jedi’s trust, then killing them. truly the mark of a professional.”
“who are you?”
the mans face dropped from amusement to anger.
“don’t you recognise me, your own trainer, the one who taught you to be as devious as you are?”
“bu- but that’s impossible” kiro replied “Roland died 19 years ago”
“oh is that so? then why am i here? talking to you, you always were slow”
“take that back old man, or ill cut you open” he snarled
“fine fine fine i wouldn't want this to get messy. so whats that in your hand ?”
“none of your buisness!”
Roland began to walk towards Kiro.
“oh no? I think it is” unfortunately for kiro, Roland’s went in to hit kiro and Roland’s fist sent him flying across the hall, impacting into a solid brick wall. A loud clank sent echoes through the halls of the ruins of an old Hutt castle for the guards outside to hear. Both were woken up abruptly, and immediately went inside to investigate, VibroBlades at the ready.
“Well well well thought you’d take the foolish Jedi's lightsaber as a trophy? hmm?” Roland picked up and powered up the Jedi’s lightsaber, sliding its knob up toward the shiny emitter. Its blue glow lit up the walls, floor and ceiling and its low pitched hum, resonated throughout the castle like a thousand bees flying franticly.
“its ironic really, your going to be killed by both the man you thought you killed,” he said with excessive enthusiasm on the you’s “and he’s going to do it with your so-called ‘trophy’” roland stepped toward the half conscious kiro.
“wait” kiro said “ why do you want to kill me?”
“because you are a nuisance your in my way. stopping me from killing those slime ball hutts and taking over tatooine an-” Roland’s long speech was interrupted by two out of breath rodian guards
“dis palace big like maze” said a panting roran to his brother boran
“yes, yes, but what glowing ?”
“look up fools” roland shouted
“uh ooh, we in deep poodoo”
roland replied and said for them to leave soon or he’d kill them.
“me rather die in fight for kiro leader boss man” said roran.
"yup yup yup me to. brother roran, can we fight man with Jedi glow stick?"
"umm i not sure brother boran, we have VibroBlades and people say that lightsaber can't choppy through dem so me think we okay" to which roran replied "okie! den lets go old twi'lek".
the rodians readied themselves easing into a fighting stance.
All three of them charged into battle. However, Roland is surprised by the weightlessness of the lightsabers blade. Taking their opportunity, the rodians go to attack either side of Roland. Roran misses to the left, but Boran hits directly into Roland’s right side the vibrosword slides through his heavy combat suit, into his skin sending seething pain through his nervous system freezing him on the spot, hunched over, both hands on the lightsabers shiny cortosis hilt, as he watched his reflection in the pool of blood underneath him that was increasing in size whilst he decreases in life.
“WOW! you stabbed him?! I-I-I can’t believe my eyes! He was one of the best bounty hunter swords men on the outer rim and you got him with ease?! What just happened?” said a confused and startled kiro staring at the gushing blood and splatterings all over the castle walls and floor.
“o dear, me stabbie a bounty hunter?”
before kiro could answer him Roland’s skin began to change, his blue skin began to turn grey. his head tails began to retract back into his head his clothes became loose and his muscles began to revert from their bulky state. When this odd change was complete they realised that kiro was the only real twi’lek in the room as the body hit the floor dead.
“a clawdite kiro big boss man”
“clawdite? you mean changeling?” Kiro replied.
“no, no i mean clawdite, what a changeling?” boran and kiro looked at each other, their expressions were as if to say ‘is he serious’.
roran went on to describe the clawdite race and where they were from until kiro screamed...
“QUIET RORAN, now help me up..”
“yes big boss man”
“and boran pass me that lightsaber and loot this imposters body for anything valuable and bring it back to the ship, then we get the troops ready for the attack.”
“yes boss kiro”.
And so that’s what he did, though getting lost on his way out, he made it out safely.
"FORGA!! where in the world is that excuse for a bounty hunter?! FORGA!!"
"uh yes boss?" the newlywed Forga and his new wife Daria arrived on the bridge of the ship giggling. Him with lipstick all over his face and both were looking scruffy.
"Forga what were you doing ?"
A short human with blonde hair says to kiro "uh i think i could tell you sir after all it doesn't take a genius to figure that they were having s-"
"That’s quite enough, I meant to say, can you do" kiro pauses and sighs "It, on your time not on mine? Now since you are my lieutenant you need to prep the soldiers."
"In a minute sir" Forga goes into kiss Daria
"NOW FORGA!"
"Oh ok, spoilsport" Forga muttered
A few hours later the in the main hall of their star cruiser, still on tatooine, over twelve thousand bounty hunters, mercenaries and others who need the credits are gathered for one final speech from kiro before they raid tatooine’s south eastern quadrant.
“Men, women and such, you are about to become the scribers of your history, all you have to do get them to either come to this ship or if they resist kill them, most of you have killed before, so don’t chicken out now. The faster you work, the faster we can R&R and the better you do your job, the fatter your pay cheque will be.
NOW GET OUT THERE AND TAKE TATOOINE!!”
A stampede of men and women with blasters and VibroBlades from all different races, and from every corner of the galaxy ran toward a victory, raiding one village and town after the next killing more than enslaving because the people wanted to try and make a difference for their loved ones, but that just made it worse for them in the end.
The last village and one of the smallest. was the home to a half Mandalorian, half human, nine year old boy named Paou Derol Quixoni.
Star Wars - Paou’s story - Complete Destruction
CHAPTER 2
"And so the Boma and his mother were treated, back to you Gerald"
"Thank you Hini. in more local news, the south eastern quadrant is almost completely under the rule of Kiro Dozep a Twi'lek veteran, reports show there is one remote village that is left to be taken a holo vid from Kiro's lieutenant Forga Xopana had a few words to say earlier this week"
"uh is it recor- yes so the remaining village should be an easy one, our scouts say its just some glass makers and families so i hope the blaster wont have to be used, i like kids, yes kids are nice HEY YOU A...[static]"
"So i hope those glassmakers have the sense to just give up, because as we have seen, these raiders are a force to be reckoned with. now onto the weather with Phodo, im Gerald dodo have a good day."
The news holo feed ended as Dr Tamik Derol swallowed deeply, then his wife came in he room with baby Ido in one hand and a cold, wet flannel in the other.
"here you are dear"
"thank you Cara"
"so what do we do? do we stay or leave? i mean i dont want the kids living throu-" Cara was interrupted by the sound of laser fire and screams as she heard her other two children bashing on the door crying out and shouting 'open the door!'.
Tamik stood up from his red corner chair and rushed to the front door and opened it, in came two frightened children the girl being Oria Derol and the boy, Paou Derol Quixoni named after a rare lightsaber crystal that his mother owns that she was given by her father when he returned from the war with Exar kun. Paou senior was a Mandalorian marine who was friends with a Sith lord that worked under Exar, that Sith died in the Battle of Ossus and he passed the crystal on to Paou SR.
“whats wrong kids?”
“the raiders” said Paou while panting heavily “they’re here! what o we do mum??”
“we are Mandalorian we fight back” said a courageous instinctive mother.
“no, were out numbered a thousand to one there’s no way we can defeat them” says a frightened father
“well we can’t exactly retreat can we its one door so what next smartass?”
“Cara.. that’s not nice”
“well then think of something”
“ok, Paou get my blaster and sword, then we hide in the basement”
“sounds good dad, be right back”
“as the merc’s drew near they left a path of death and destruction in their wake many died, and to Forga’s surprise the villagers put up quite a fight but this was nowhere near enough to stop the might of a well organised raiding party.
As the Derol family hid in their basement, so silent they could hear each others heart's beating. raiders decided to leave their house till last.
Forga, Daria, Diar, Bongo and Bandarr buzzed the doorbell and asked for them to come out peacefully and no harm will come to them.
they received no answer. “ok were coming in, move from behind the door just in case, Bandarr i trust you can handle this?”
the foul smelling, eight foot tall, three hundred and twenty pound Wookiee crouched down and forced open the four inch thick durasteel door, as he lifted the door began to give way until it broke off its mechanism. Bandar roared in his native tongue.
“yes i noticed you broke it i told you stop stating the obvious...”
they all stepped under Bandarr’s arms whilst holding their noses.
“anyone home? hello?, no? well then Diar, loot the place. then we leave.”
“yes boss”
“master we are making our final approach into tatooine”
“yes, i sense much unrest on this planet, hopefully we can resolve the issue. peacefully .”
