It was a beautiful midmorning day on the forest moon of Endor. The Vulpesian exploration team have finished setting up camp, when a brown jacket and blue jean wearing clone trooper named Jackson spoke up “The other clones had finished setting up the camp, Ashla, Ma’am!” A plump Vulpesian woman wearing armor, jeans and a blue trench coat who, at the time, was writing out a PDA on what they’ve found so far, looked up at jackson. She said “Very good, Jackson! Send a few of our boys out with their geographic/environmental mapping devices, and then we’ll cook somethin’ up on the fire, eh?” Jackson smirked happily and nodded as Ashla walked up the ramp into the ship to process her PDA, then went to a few of the clones who were doing things around the camp, telling some of them to grab a geographic/environmental scanners and to head out for a bit. Jackson then sat at one of the logs around the campfire, grabbing a bottle of water to drink. As he watched the fire flicker and dance, Jackson pondered about the past events that led up to this moment…

Jackson and his unit of misfit clones, the Happy Bastards, had served under Jedi Consular Lilith Castarin, before the unit was passed down to her padawan, Ashla, to lead into battle. These fine men had been with Ashla through thick and thin, And Jackson even received a very special Vibro-Sword made out of some sort of Vulpesian Obsidian that was lightsaber resistant because he jumped between Ashla and an explosion! Something else about these clones, they had their inhibitor chips removed during a mission prior to order 66 on Ashla’s homeplanet of Vulpesia, causing their loyalty to be unwavering, even while the order was being given. Jackson remembered it like it was yesterday.

It was a week or more before the fall of the Jedi order, And they were all assigned to one of Vulpesia’s moons, Pervel, to defend it from the separatist’s battle droids. After a day of battle, the unit managed to stave off the relatively small invasion of droids. Afterwards, they were all shuttled to the main planet of Vulpesia to get some of their more extreme injuries. During one of the trooper’s scans, the scanner started beeping, highlighting some sort of “anomaly” in his brain, so they rushed him to do a surgery to remove it… the same “anomaly” then appeared in the next trooper’s brain… Jackson remembered silently panicking as his scan showed the same “anomaly” and being rushed to get it removed… Jackson shivered as he remembered the rest, remembering the parts that he banned to the back of his mind… He remembered that of all the troopers that had their chips removed, 20 out of the 100 they brought to defend Pervel were killed… A tear welled up in the corner of one of Jackson’s eyes, and before anyone saw, he quickly wiped it away.

He then began remembering the few days after that damned order was relayed… As far as he knew, the hour before Order 66 was sent out, the war was basically over. A few days before, Dooku was killed, and a few hours before the transmission, Grievous was killed! But then, Order 66 was broadcasted… Ashla, Amari (her Amaran co-pilot friend), and Slapjack (the captain of the unit as well as a clone engineer) were all working on repairs on some of the ships when it happened. Jackson watched as the clones turned on some of their only friends. Friends they had fought alongside for three years up to that point. Friends that trusted them with their lives… Jackson had to kill his own damn brothers to protect his friend… He hated seeing the life leave their eyes by his hands… They were all good soldiers, and they followed every order they had almost to a T, And yet their final order was to kill their only friends. After they all escaped, they went to Ashla’s homeworld and eventually got trained to become Vul’daii pathfinders…
The Vul’daii, as far as what Ashla explained, were almost like Jedi, But also not…? From what Jackson understood, they didn’t only study the light side of the force, but all aspects of the force, But they also saw the Jedi and Sith as two extremes on two sides of the same coin. The thing that Jackson found confusing was as to why the Vul’daii Fellowship traded padawans with the Jedi Order If they thought of the Jedi as Extremists… Bah, thinking about it too long gave Jackson a headache… Anyway- The Pathfinders, which Ashla, Jackson, and everyone else on this “team” were trained to be, were one of several different sects within the Vul’daii order. He didn’t remember all of the sects, but he also knew that the Pathfinders were one of several Exploration Guilds on Vulpesia. One of Vulpesia’s biggest jobs was exploration of the galaxy. Once they got done with training, they went to the planet of Rakata Prime, since the Vulpesians weren’t able to map it.

All of that was, what? Two years, maybe even three by now? A lot of these clones over the time that the empire formed, decided to go their own separate ways, only leaving 10 clones with the exploration unit. Jackson did miss those troopers, and when they all started to leave, he was half-way tempted to make them stay, but it was their choice to leave, especially if they didn’t feel their places were as explorers of the galaxy! Jackson sighed as he took a swig of water. Suddenly, there was a loud “THOOM!!!” that seemingly shook the entire planet. Then, Amari, the short Amaran, ran out from the ship a few minutes afterward. “A ship has entered the atmosphere!” she cried out. Ashla then walked out, strapping the holster for her D-805 blaster pistol to her portly waist and slinging her K3L-6 blaster rifle over her right shoulder as she placed her two lightsaber hilts within the inside pockets of her blue trenchcoat. “Everyone!! Grab your weapons and be ready for anything! Whoever just entered the atmosphere just scrambled our coms-!” She shouted as she looked to the sky to try and spot the ship.

A few minutes later, a black ship landed just outside of where the camp was set up. By now, Ashla and Jackson were sitting around the campfire while the others (including Amari) were at different spots at the camp doing minor jobs, ready and waiting to attack if need be. After a few seconds, a tall, skinny Theelin woman with bronze skin wearing a black chestplate and leggings with red highlights walked out of the ship. Ashla couldn’t see her face due to the woman wearing a black cloak with the hood up and looking downward slightly, however, after the Theelin walked out, several purge troopers suddenly flanked her. Some of the purge troopers carried electro-staffs, while others had rifles. Then, from behind those troopers stomped out of the ship a towering, hulking trooper. It had black, oddly sparkly armor with an even stranger looking chestplate, a concussion missile launcher mounted on its shoulder, and on the underside of its left forearm extending past its hand was what appeared to be some kind of welding tool attached to a bracer that had dual blaster barrels connected to it as well as some other odd devices. Upon halting behind the other troopers that were lined up, it let out some sort of garbled sentence… it was unnerving and it made Ashla’s skin crawl for some reason…

The woman and her troops marched towards the campfire where Ashla and Jackson were sitting as the other clones and Amari glared at them. The woman stopped in front of the log that was laid out across from where Ashla was sitting. The woman glared down at Ashla, and Ashla finally got a good look at her face from underneath the hood she had up… Her face, for the most part, was covered by a black metal mask with what looked like glowing red veins running along the edges. The one thing that really stuck out to Ashla was the woman’s eyes. Her eyes were a piercing yellow color that almost blended in with her bronze skin. Her eyes looked Ashla up and down, almost as if the woman was trying to read her like a book. Ashla then decided to speak; “May I help you, Ma’am?” In response to the question, the woman said “I’m looking for Ashla A'Sen… Think you could help me, Dearest?” The woman’s voice didn’t match how she dressed whatsoever. This woman’s voice sounded motherly in a creepy and eerie way, with slight sultry tones. To say the least, It caught Ashley absolutely off-guard. “If you’re looking for Ashla A'Sen, She’s right in front of you.” The woman let out a sensual sounding giggle. “Mind If I take a seat, Ms. A'Sen?~” Ashla hesitated with a response, as the woman’s voice had caught her off guard again. “Sure… Uhm… Go ahead” Ashla finally squeaked out.

The woman lowered her hood as she sat down on the log, and after she got herself settled, the behemoth of a trooper stomped forward, standing right behind her and crossing it’s arms while staring at Ashla. “So, Ma’am… who exactly are you?” Ashla asked. The woman let out a creepy sounding giggle “My name is Elegy, But you, my stout sweetheart, may call me the Eleventh Sister Inquisitor, but please, dear, Just call me Inquisitor~” Ashla felt a shiver go down her spine after she let out that giggle. “Now, Ms. A'Sen, I have some questions I’d like to ask you~!” The Inquisitor said as she playfully pointed at Ashla. “My first question is a really easy one-! I won't give you any headache-inducing questions yet, no worries. Now, My first question is… What is your opinion on the Galactic Empire?” Ashla raised an eyebrow to the question, as to her, it felt oddly specific, But decided to go along with it anyhow. “Well, the way I see it, It’s proof that a single idea, If expressed in a certain way, can change everything.” The inquisitor let out another creepy giggle, this time more quietly, before saying “Fascinating… Do you have any other opinions on the empire, Hon…?” Ashla glared at the Inquisitor before saying “I will say that when it comes to maintaining order, The Galactic Empire does it rather well.” The Inquisitor got ready to say something before Ashla interrupted- “However, some of the ways the Empire enforces them can be rather strict, causing fear for the citizens.” The Inquisitor’s eye twitched slightly “Ms. Asen, Before we move on to the next question, I must ask… Do not interrupt me again. Ok?” Ashla sarcastically nodded before the Inquisitor

“My next question is a tricky one, so think hard-!!!” Ashla rolled her eyes at this remark, And she was beginning to think that this inquisitor was moreso an annoyance than an actual threat… “Where are your Jedi friends hiding, Ashla?” When the inquisitor asked that question, her voice no longer had the motherly or sultry tones Ashla had grown slightly used to. Her voice sounded more serious and demanding. “Wait… Um… Wh-What do you mean, Ma’am…?” The Inquisitor let out another giggle. This one was spine-chilling in a different way. This time, it was in a deeper tone and it almost sounded like the whistling of the wind. “Where are the other Jedi, Ashla? I know you know where a few of them are hiding, So why don’t you tell me so I won’t have to hurt your adorable fat face, Hm? Doesn’t that sound like a nice deal…?” Ashla was taken off-guard because of how her voice sounded so different as well as due to her not expecting the question. “Um… Ma’am, you can ask all of us. It’s been years since we’ve seen a Je-” The Sister suddenly got a crazed look in her eye “Ashla A'Sen, I know you know where they are…” Her voice began swelling with insanity, and it irked Ashla “So just TELL ME where they are-!!! I KNOW you were the apprentice of Master Lilith Castarin, Which means that YOU are a JEDI!!! Lilith is still alive, And I know damn well that you and your traitorous friends know where she’s hiding, so tell me where she is!!!”

Ashla sighed quietly. “Look, lady, You’re technically right, I am a force user, and I was trained by Master Castarin, however, I haven’t seen her for a few years now. And, hell, even if I have seen her, I’m not even sure if I’d tell you!” The Inquisitor then growled… “Believe me, A'Sen… You may want to choose your next words carefully…” Looking at the Sister’s hands, she saw her holding her lightsaber hilt, and she eventually also noticed the saber’s red blade going through the flames of the campfire and pointing right at Ashla’s bulbous belly. The Inquisitor then used the force to lift Ashla from where she was seated. The Inquisitor then raised her red blade from inside the fire and pointed it at Ashla’s throat, causing her to wince and let out a quiet yelp as she felt the intense heat of the blade on her skin. “Now…” The Eleventh Sister began “Tell me where AT LEAST one of your goddamn Jedi friends are, otherwise I’ll skewer your head and slaughter all of these traitors you call fri-” Suddenly, Jackson drew his Vibro-sword, slamming it down on the crimson blade of the Inquisitor… She then slowly turned to face Jackson with murder in her eyes. The Sister then Force pushed Ashla away, flinging her into a crate, as she began her combat with the Clone Commander. “ATTACK!!!” Ashla yelled once she recuperated herself, drawing her D-805 blaster revolver and shooting some of the purge troopers before ducking behind a crate to avoid the returning fire as a shootout began between Ashla’s unit and the purge troopers.

Meanwhile, Jackson Parried several swings of the Sister’s lightsaber as she struck out in an attempt to kill him. Jackson then dodged a thrust of the crimson blade, surprised he was actually able to, and began his offensive. He quickly swung his blade, causing the Inquisitor to block it as the clash of the Obsidian being slammed against the plasma of the lightsaber made a sharp “CRACK!”. He then brought the sword up over his head, twirling it and blocking some of the Sister’s slashes before launching his foot into her diaphragm, knocking the wind out of her and knocking her back a bit before maneuvering and spinning his sword in such a way that while the Inquisitor was keeled over trying to gain her breath, he was able to slash her across her back, then bring it back around to quickly slash her again across her left thigh. Jackson was then all of a sudden hoisted into the air by his ankles by the bulky and towering trooper that was standing behind the sister at the campfire and was thrown into a tree next to where Ashla was taking cover, slamming his back on the hard bark of the tree before getting behind the cover with Ashla.

“Ok, Jackson, You, Slapjack and the rest of the clones take care of the rest of the troopers. I’ll take care of the cuckoo bitch-” Jackson nodded and sheathed his sword, drawing his pistols and leaning out from the cover of the crate to fire on the purge troopers. Ashla pulled her K3L-6 blaster rifle off of her back, twisting the sling around her arms to form a kind of make-shift brace, and she then looked down the scope before walking out from behind the cover and firing on the Inquisitor, who blocked nearly all of the shots, reflecting them up into the sky, into the branches and trunks of trees, and a couple even reflecting into one of the clones and purge troopers. Once within a few feet of the Inquisitor, Ashla undid the “Brace” she made with the sling and slung the rifle back onto her back before reaching into one of the inner pockets of her trenchcoat and pulling out one of her lightsabers. The hilt, which was relatively ornate and had bronze trimmings, felt natural in Ashla’s hand. She got herself into a two handed stance before pressing the button to ignite the blade. After pressing the button, the “Pthewm” sound of the lightsaber’s brilliant amber colored blade ignited and hummed to life. Ashla quickly twirled the lightsaber before aiming the blade at the Eleventh Sister Inquisitor, Challenging her to a duel. Seeing this challenge, the Inquisitor began cackling like a madwoman as she aimed her own crimson red saber at Ashla before suddenly lunging forward at Ashla and engaging a saber lock.


“Hear me now, Ashla A'Sen. I will kill you, then I will personally slaughter any friends or family you have…” the Sister growled. Ashla pushed her amber blade more forcefully against the Inquisitor’s “Not… On… My… WATCH!!!” Ashla then managed to overpower the Sister, catching her blade and burying it in the ground before the Sister yanks Ashla’s head, pulling Ashla into her knee with a sharp crack and a yelp from Ashla and she stumbles backward. Ashla then dashed forward, slashing the Inquisitor across her face and slicing her mask in half as the pieces fall to the forest floor. The Inquisitor shrieks and clutches her face with her open hand. She then slowly lowers her hand, revealing the nasty gash and burn mark across her cheek, nose and eye that Ashla left behind, beginning to let out a cackle which slowly got louder and louder that would put a certain DC character to shame. The Eleventh Sister then opened up her lightsaber, igniting the other blade and activating the spinning mechanism, all the while letting out a cackle that was loud enough that it was almost all Ashla could hear.

While this small endeavor was happening, Jackson, Slapjack, Amari, and the other clones managed to take out most of the Purge Troopers. For some reason, the behemoth of a trooper that threw Jackson into the tree was defending the rest with a ray shield that was being projected from his left hand, emitting that strange garbled speech again. Then, Jackson yelled “CHARGE-!!!!”, drawing his Vibro-Sword and leading Amari, Slapjack, and the rest of the clones in a forward charge since their blasters weren’t working against the hulking trooper. Once within several feet of the trooper, Slapjack drew his electro-baton and activated his Jump-Pack to boost himself into the air, landing on the shoulders of the towering trooper and slamming his electro-baton on the trooper’s head as it let out confused garbled noises. “HYAAAAH!!! C’mon you big bastard-!!!” Slapjack yelled as he kept wailing on the trooper’s head with his electro-baton. The trooper then managed to grab Slapjack, slamming him on the ground as it fired off a salvo of missiles at his opponents to no avail due to how close they were now. Suddenly, the “Welding tool” that was under the trooper’s forearm flipped forward into its hand as it extended and ignited, revealing it to be an energy blade of some kind. The trooper then whacked 2 troopers with it, hitting them hard enough to send them flying backward. The trooper then attempted to attack Jackson, only resulting in him blocking it with his vibro-sword. The trooper then began to clash with Jackson, maneuvering the energy blade like it was in a lightsaber duel, moving it faster and faster until Jackson became overwhelmed before slamming the energy blade into Jackson’s abdomen. Amari then lept on top of the trooper from tree branches above it. She then drew her machete and began attempting to pry the armor off, getting minor results before being grabbed and tossed away. Suddenly, Ashla was thrown into the trooper by The Eleventh Sister using the Force, Ashla’s weight causing the trooper to topple over with garbled screams.

Ashla then stood up, reaching into her trenchcoat again to grab her second lightsaber. She quickly ignited the saber, the icy blue blade emanating a calming chill as the sister lunged at Ashla again, beginning to lose focus and slashing wildly at Ashla as she parried and blocks the attacks before bringing the sister into another saberlock. “Your weak Pontite won’t work on quelling my HATRED!!!” The Inquisitor then quickly slashed the second blade of her lightsaber across Ashla’s calf, then quickly slashing her shoulder before activating the spinning mechanism of her lightsaber, cackling as she had won.... “Hahahahaha-!!!! Say goodbye to your friends, Dear!!!” she yelled as she brought the spinning blades closer and closer to Ashla’s face. That’s when Ashla noticed something about the Inquisitor’s saber… She quickly thrusted her two sabers into the inner circle of the saber, then with one swift move, she brought both blades upward, causing the saber hilt to explode as well as as piercing her chest with both blades. “H-Heh… Well done, Dear~” said The Inquisitor as she coughed up a bit of blood and fell backward, dying before she hit the ground…


Finally, there was just one more trooper left… that huge one. It was stuck on the ground like a beetle stuck on its back. It was completely vulnerable. Ashla walked up to it, drawing her revolver and aiming it directly at its eye. The trooper let out a final garbled word. This one, Ashley thought she understood… “Jedi” it sounded like it said. Ashla then placed her finger on the trigger “I’m no Jedi.” then, “KRAC-THEW!” With one more garbled shriek, the trooper was dead. Peering inside of the hole the blaster made revealed to them that it WAS no actual trooper… It was a DROID! Slapjack, well, then took the left arm off for the valuable parts in that bracer.

“So, What now?” Jackson asked. Ashla put her blaster back into its holster and smiled. “We do what we originally came here for, then hightail it back to Vulpesia, Jackson. And hopefully now we’ll be doing it in peace.






The End…


Epilogue

Several months later…


A man wearing a black cloak was wandering the forests of Endor. He didn’t remember how he got there, or even what his purpose was there… All he knew was that he needed revenge… The man soon came across an abandoned and overgrown campsite. Oddly enough, the remains of several purge troopers as well as the rusted remains of a huge droid were there… “Rust… Damned rust… taker of all that is metal… And even I’m succumbing to-” In that moment, his old, corroded robotic legs gave out, sending him falling to the ground. The man flipped himself over “Damn you…” He said to the sky, although he knew there was no one there to damn. Suddenly, he sensed a presence… A very angry and vengeful presence. The man then forced himself to sit up, looking around to find it, But no one was there. “No need to worry, Vengeful one… I’m seeking revenge, too heheheheh….” The man then peered around some of the trees to see if the person was there. “Where are you? I can sense your presence…” The man then heard several whispers behind him and what sounded like someone calling his name. He turned himself around to see a corpse of someone laying on the ground, and surrounding them were bits of scrap metal. There, right in front of him, was what was calling to him… He picked it up, inspecting it. It was something he hasn’t seen in a few years now. And one of the sides was blown apart, revealing two chambers containing mud covered Kyber Crystals, And they were already bled! “ So you were what was calling to me, Weren’t you, little ones…? Hnhnhnhn… Don’t worry, I’ll answer your call.” He then gathered up any scrap metal he could, even stealing some wiring and batteries from the robot to use. After several days, he was finished. He then sat around the campfire he reignited, carving a branch he found to be his walking stick. Once finished, he leaned up against a tree and pushed himself off of it, using his new “Walking stick” to prop himself up. He then detached the top of the cane, igniting its crimson red blade… The man then pulled his hood down, revealing his horns, his red skin, and black tattoos… With one last chuckle, he said

“I’m coming for you… I will have my revenge if it's the last thing I do… Kenobi…”