Post by Mr. Blue on Sept 9, 2011 18:43:15 GMT -5
There it was. Below an illuminated sign that vaguely read “The Bantha Shack” in faint crimson, Ben Darklighter stood, in full armor, completely shined, only his helmet missing. His hair was slicked back, or at least the little hair left after his crew cut, and he whistled a Correlian nursery rhyme pertaining to the explosion of nerfs running in circles. As he edged closer to the door, he felt at his side, where instead of his normal pistol, a small silver cylinder hung. He grabbed the hilt of the lightsaber and casually tossed it into the air and caught it as he ran his other hand through his hair one last time. Although he had no guns with him, this commando was on a hunt.
As the door to the Nar Shaddaa cantina broke open with a hiss and high pitched screech, the sounds of the infamous Bith song “Mad About Me” floated above the noise of several dozens of conversations. Ben strode into the cantina with a sly smile, lethargically approaching the bar.
“I’ll take a Zillo Beast, double if you don’t mind,” he ordered quickly. The bartender grunted and swiftly mixed the drink, dropping the glass down on a couple credits, before removing them from beneath the glass.
“Hey soldier, wanna buy some deathsticks?” cooed a human woman in Ben’s ear. Ben turned to see the woman, no older than 20, flashing a fan of multicolored tubes.
“No thanks,” he said with a smile. “Those things never agree with these drinks.”
“Suit yourself, handsome,” she replied with a small smile, before moving on to advertise to a Rodian two seats away.
Ben quickly downed the drink, scanning the cantina for something worth his time. With no luck on his first gaze, the commando groaned a little, and shot another order to the bartender. Without a moment lacking, the second Zillo Beast flowed down Ben’s throat, and he was back to scanning the cantina.
Suddenly his vision stumbled upon a girl, several meters down from him, sitting alone at the bar. The Twi’lek’s violet skin was barely covered by the strips of cloth which clung to her body. Ben ordered two more drinks, and then with the precision of a skilled sniper, held both glasses completely still as his legs dragged him toward the beautiful Twi’lek.
“Do you wanna know what the best drink in this whole place is?” Ben asked, flashing his pearl white teeth as he finished the inquiry.
“I’ve always just enjoyed Iego Moonshine, personally,” she returned, cautiously curious of the man dressed in Republic garb.
“Oh honey, you’re missin’ out,” he smiled, as he laid the second glass he carried upon the bar in front of her. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the Iego Moonshine is good, after you’ve had a couple, but this stuff is the best tasting drink in the galaxy. They call it the Zillo Beast.”
She eyed the drink for a moment before grabbing it and washing it down. “You’re right,” she said with a smile. “That is pretty damn tasty.”
Ben chuckled and ordered two more of the drink. He held his glass out toward the Twi’lek. “For the Republic!” he offered in toast.
She laughed and tapped her glass against his, and both of them downed their drinks. “So what’s a Republic soldier like you doing in a dive like this?”
“Actually, I’m not quite your normal soldier,” he said with a smile. “I’m a Jedi.”
The Twi’lek looked skeptical. “In that armor? Don’t you Jedi always wear bath robes or something?”
“Not all of us. I wear this,” he spoke as he pointed to his armor, “to morally support my troops.”
“Oh,” acknowledged the Twi’lek in a slightly artificial epiphany. “So, that means you have a laser sword too, doesn’t it?”
Ben’s grin grew wide. He pulled the lightsaber hilt off of his belt. He felt through the Force for a couple moments, finding the spot right inside the casing of Kurs Janta’s lightsaber for the switch to activate the blade. The purple beam sprang to life for just a moment, as the Twi’lek’s eyes grew wide, and then Ben deactivated the sword as the bartender grunted. Most of the patrons at the bar disregarded Ben's saber as just prize taken from a fallen Force-user.
“It’s so beautiful,” she spoke in a false awe.
“Well, you know in all the places I’ve been, and all the things I’ve seen, I’ve never seen a color more beautiful than purple,” he spoke, grabbing the Twi’lek’s hand and stroking her own violet arm.
The woman’s face darkened a couple shades. “So what else can you do with the Force?” she asked, staring intently into Ben’s emerald eyes.
She shivered as the stool beneath her vibrated a little. “Lots of things,” he spoke with a smile. “But not here. It’ll draw too much attention.”
“I know where you could show me,” she smiled, grabbing Ben’s wrist.
Ben couldn’t help but stare at the Twi’lek’s rear end as she quickly dragged him out of the cantina, and down the street a couple of blocks. Soon he found himself standing in front of tall apartment building, the walls of it covered in stains and blast holes. The Twi’lek led him into the building, and together they rode a shaky turbolift for a few moments, grinding to a halt a dozen or so floors up. As the turbolift doors closed behind them, Ben heard the elevator whine and squeal as it made its descent back down to the ground floor. He was forced to duck a little to avoid the low ceiling as she led him down the hall a few meters. They came upon a door and the woman smashed her fingers against several buttons on a keypad, the door sliding open as she finished entering in the code. Ben let out a wail of pain as his head contacted the top of the door frame with a loud, echoing thud.
The door closed behind Ben as he rubbed his head in a dull pain. The instant the door shut the Twi’lek leapt onto Ben, who, with the combination of the weight of the woman and the Zillo Beasts, staggered to keep his balance. He reciprocated the over-zealous face sucking that the Twi’lek was inflicting upon his lips, while he staggered over to her bed, trying to keep his balance as she ripped off his armor. In a move that he could only describe as “falling with style,” Ben laid the Twi’lek on the bed, lying on top of her. She quickly reached for Ben’s belt, and within moments she had clawed off the commando’s pants.
As Ben searched for a means to remove the Twi’lek’s top, both of them quickly turned to see the door to the apartment screech open. A human, only slightly smaller than Ben, walked in with two other men behind him. “Who the HELL are you?!” the man almost immediately cried in outrage as the lights of the apartment flickered on.
“Baby, I’m sorr-“ started the Twi’lek, pushing Ben off of her.
“Shut up, whore!” the man yelled, staring at Ben. "We got a tip that some nerf herder with a lightsaber had been seen at a bar with a purple Twi'lek. I knew I couldn't trust you!"
Ben stared at the man for a second before he realized what the Twi’lek’s boyfriend was wearing: a Sith uniform. At that same moment, the boyfriend’s eyes jumped from the Galactic Republic symbol on the breastplate lying on the floor to Ben, to the lightsaber hilt dangling from Ben’s freshly removed pants. “You Jedi scum! Get him!” yelled out the man, and all three dove at Ben, who dropped to the floor and reached to retrieve the lightsaber. One of the men kicked the hilt away, and the other tackled Ben. Within moments two of the men grabbed Ben by the arms, and held him there as the boyfriend began battering the commando’s face with his fists.
The boyfriend then grabbed the lightsaber from the ground. “Aren’t you Jedi supposed to be harder to take down?” he laughed, as he examined the weapon.
Ben spat blood at the man, and tried to tear away from the two restraining him. The boyfriend retaliated by punching him in the face. “My bosses are gonna give me a huge promotion for actually subduing a Jedi!”
Ben laughed as he watched the man fumble with the lightsaber he had just picked up. “How the hell does this thing work?”
The man eyed the end of the lightsaber and Ben smiled. He quickly flicked the switch within the saber’s casing, activating the violet blade, sending it straight through the man’s face. As the man dropped to the floor, the two thugs holding Ben loosened their grip for just a moment, out of shock. It was all the time Ben needed.
Ben broke free from the two and kicked one square in the gut. The other rushed forward, and Ben dodged the attack. As he crashed into the wall, the one who had just been kicked recovered, and went at Ben with a wild, angry haymaker. Ben easily dodged the swing and shoved his shoulder into the man’s chest, sending him toppling backward. As he fell back, the thug hit his head on a table with a sickening crack, and fell limp to the ground, blood pouring from his head. The other thug staggered to his feet and rushed at Ben, who threw a punch that connected with the man’s face. He stumbled back, blood now pouring from his nose, and he rushed at Ben again. Ben dropped, driving his shoulder into the man’s knees, causing him to flip over. He then turned around and grabbed the man’s head, twisting it quickly to snap his neck.
Ben then turned to the crying Twi’lek. “Are you ok?” he asked, trying to put in as much effort into sounding concerned as possible.
She nodded, running towards him and embracing him. “I’m sorry! He wasn’t supposed to come home for another day and a half.”
“It’s ok,” he answered softly. "It's what I get for showing off at the bar."
“You’re so strong. I can’t believe you took all three of them out,” she spoke, drying up her tears instantaneously.
“That’s what all of us Jedi are trained for,” he said with a small smile and a quick kiss.
She kissed him back, with the fury of a thousand suns, and within moments the two were back in the bed. It was only minutes before Ben had finally discovered the latch that held the Twi’lek’s complex top together. As the straps fell from her purple skin, and he smiled as his hands searched her body. Suddenly he heard the door cry out as it opened again. Ben groaned as he turned to see the new intruder.
“So he wasn’t lying,” spoke a human in black robes who had just entered the room.
Ben staggered out of the bed, pulling on his underwear as he grabbed the lightsaber on the ground.
“A Jedi caught with his pants down,” laughed the man, as he activated a red lightsaber. “How amusing.”
The Twi’lek swiftly moved back from the two as Ben activated the purple lightsaber in his hand. “Who needs pants at a time like this?”
The Sith smiled and charged at Ben. It took all of Ben’s concentration to deflect the attack. The Sith laughed and began a barrage of attacks, Ben barely blocking each blow. Smoldering pieces of carbon descended from the ceiling as each attack caused them to graze it with their swords. Suddenly the half-naked Twi’lek rushed past the Sith, toward the door. The man smiled as he kicked Ben away and impaled the Twi'lek upon his crimson sword.
“What the hell?!” cried out Ben. “She was a nice girl, and I totally had a chance with her!”
The Sith looked confused for a moment. “Attachment is very unbecoming of a Jedi,” laughed the Sith. “Although, I’m beginning to think that the idiot was mistaken in calling you one.”
Ben growled as he got back to his feet. “It doesn’t matter whether or not I am. I’ll still kick your ass.”
The Sith chuckled. “Right. Come on then.”
Ben charged at the Sith, who quickly dodged the attack and slashed at Ben’s leg, leaving a short burn with his sword on Ben’s thigh. Ben cried out in pain as he turned to defend any more oncoming attacks. It had been several years since Ben had received any formal dueling training, but he was proficient enough to amuse the Sith. After another flurry of attacks, though, the Sith began to grow impatient.
“Time to die, Republic scum,” smiled the Sith. He rammed his shoulder into Ben, knocking him backwards. The Sith walked up to the fallen commando and held his blade at Ben’s throat. “Any last words before I end you, false Jedi?”
Ben quickly scanned the room for any hope of escape, but to no avail. “Looks like ya got me,” he said with a smile, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly a loud crash echoed through the room, as the lightsaber damaged ceiling collapsed above the Sith, the upstairs apartment’s contents crashing down on him. Ben quickly grabbed the purple lightsaber and stabbed the pinned Sith, killing him without a word. The two Zabraks that had been in the apartment upstairs now laid on top of the pile of rubble in disbelief.
Ben bolted from the room, dashing out of the apartment building before anyone else could show up. As he dashed through the streets of Nar Shaddaa he regretted the decision not to find his pants before leaving the Twi’lek’s apartment. He also couldn't shake the feeling that his commanding officer was going to make him pay for the dress armor he had just deserted. It didn’t take him long to get back to the apartment where Kurs and he were staying. Ben entered the apartment to find Kurs sitting in the main room, staring at him.
“You know, there’s only been one other person who’s touched my lightsaber and retained all of their limbs,” the Jedi Master spoke, retrieving his lightsaber from Ben’s hand with the Force. “Don’t make me correct that.”
Ben smiled. “Yes, dad.”
“And what happened to your pants?! You know what? I don’t even want to know. Suit up, we’ve got to go. Apparently there’s been some Sith movement in the city.”
Ben laughed as he headed back to his room, whistling the Correlian nursery rhyme once again.
As the door to the Nar Shaddaa cantina broke open with a hiss and high pitched screech, the sounds of the infamous Bith song “Mad About Me” floated above the noise of several dozens of conversations. Ben strode into the cantina with a sly smile, lethargically approaching the bar.
“I’ll take a Zillo Beast, double if you don’t mind,” he ordered quickly. The bartender grunted and swiftly mixed the drink, dropping the glass down on a couple credits, before removing them from beneath the glass.
“Hey soldier, wanna buy some deathsticks?” cooed a human woman in Ben’s ear. Ben turned to see the woman, no older than 20, flashing a fan of multicolored tubes.
“No thanks,” he said with a smile. “Those things never agree with these drinks.”
“Suit yourself, handsome,” she replied with a small smile, before moving on to advertise to a Rodian two seats away.
Ben quickly downed the drink, scanning the cantina for something worth his time. With no luck on his first gaze, the commando groaned a little, and shot another order to the bartender. Without a moment lacking, the second Zillo Beast flowed down Ben’s throat, and he was back to scanning the cantina.
Suddenly his vision stumbled upon a girl, several meters down from him, sitting alone at the bar. The Twi’lek’s violet skin was barely covered by the strips of cloth which clung to her body. Ben ordered two more drinks, and then with the precision of a skilled sniper, held both glasses completely still as his legs dragged him toward the beautiful Twi’lek.
“Do you wanna know what the best drink in this whole place is?” Ben asked, flashing his pearl white teeth as he finished the inquiry.
“I’ve always just enjoyed Iego Moonshine, personally,” she returned, cautiously curious of the man dressed in Republic garb.
“Oh honey, you’re missin’ out,” he smiled, as he laid the second glass he carried upon the bar in front of her. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the Iego Moonshine is good, after you’ve had a couple, but this stuff is the best tasting drink in the galaxy. They call it the Zillo Beast.”
She eyed the drink for a moment before grabbing it and washing it down. “You’re right,” she said with a smile. “That is pretty damn tasty.”
Ben chuckled and ordered two more of the drink. He held his glass out toward the Twi’lek. “For the Republic!” he offered in toast.
She laughed and tapped her glass against his, and both of them downed their drinks. “So what’s a Republic soldier like you doing in a dive like this?”
“Actually, I’m not quite your normal soldier,” he said with a smile. “I’m a Jedi.”
The Twi’lek looked skeptical. “In that armor? Don’t you Jedi always wear bath robes or something?”
“Not all of us. I wear this,” he spoke as he pointed to his armor, “to morally support my troops.”
“Oh,” acknowledged the Twi’lek in a slightly artificial epiphany. “So, that means you have a laser sword too, doesn’t it?”
Ben’s grin grew wide. He pulled the lightsaber hilt off of his belt. He felt through the Force for a couple moments, finding the spot right inside the casing of Kurs Janta’s lightsaber for the switch to activate the blade. The purple beam sprang to life for just a moment, as the Twi’lek’s eyes grew wide, and then Ben deactivated the sword as the bartender grunted. Most of the patrons at the bar disregarded Ben's saber as just prize taken from a fallen Force-user.
“It’s so beautiful,” she spoke in a false awe.
“Well, you know in all the places I’ve been, and all the things I’ve seen, I’ve never seen a color more beautiful than purple,” he spoke, grabbing the Twi’lek’s hand and stroking her own violet arm.
The woman’s face darkened a couple shades. “So what else can you do with the Force?” she asked, staring intently into Ben’s emerald eyes.
She shivered as the stool beneath her vibrated a little. “Lots of things,” he spoke with a smile. “But not here. It’ll draw too much attention.”
“I know where you could show me,” she smiled, grabbing Ben’s wrist.
Ben couldn’t help but stare at the Twi’lek’s rear end as she quickly dragged him out of the cantina, and down the street a couple of blocks. Soon he found himself standing in front of tall apartment building, the walls of it covered in stains and blast holes. The Twi’lek led him into the building, and together they rode a shaky turbolift for a few moments, grinding to a halt a dozen or so floors up. As the turbolift doors closed behind them, Ben heard the elevator whine and squeal as it made its descent back down to the ground floor. He was forced to duck a little to avoid the low ceiling as she led him down the hall a few meters. They came upon a door and the woman smashed her fingers against several buttons on a keypad, the door sliding open as she finished entering in the code. Ben let out a wail of pain as his head contacted the top of the door frame with a loud, echoing thud.
The door closed behind Ben as he rubbed his head in a dull pain. The instant the door shut the Twi’lek leapt onto Ben, who, with the combination of the weight of the woman and the Zillo Beasts, staggered to keep his balance. He reciprocated the over-zealous face sucking that the Twi’lek was inflicting upon his lips, while he staggered over to her bed, trying to keep his balance as she ripped off his armor. In a move that he could only describe as “falling with style,” Ben laid the Twi’lek on the bed, lying on top of her. She quickly reached for Ben’s belt, and within moments she had clawed off the commando’s pants.
As Ben searched for a means to remove the Twi’lek’s top, both of them quickly turned to see the door to the apartment screech open. A human, only slightly smaller than Ben, walked in with two other men behind him. “Who the HELL are you?!” the man almost immediately cried in outrage as the lights of the apartment flickered on.
“Baby, I’m sorr-“ started the Twi’lek, pushing Ben off of her.
“Shut up, whore!” the man yelled, staring at Ben. "We got a tip that some nerf herder with a lightsaber had been seen at a bar with a purple Twi'lek. I knew I couldn't trust you!"
Ben stared at the man for a second before he realized what the Twi’lek’s boyfriend was wearing: a Sith uniform. At that same moment, the boyfriend’s eyes jumped from the Galactic Republic symbol on the breastplate lying on the floor to Ben, to the lightsaber hilt dangling from Ben’s freshly removed pants. “You Jedi scum! Get him!” yelled out the man, and all three dove at Ben, who dropped to the floor and reached to retrieve the lightsaber. One of the men kicked the hilt away, and the other tackled Ben. Within moments two of the men grabbed Ben by the arms, and held him there as the boyfriend began battering the commando’s face with his fists.
The boyfriend then grabbed the lightsaber from the ground. “Aren’t you Jedi supposed to be harder to take down?” he laughed, as he examined the weapon.
Ben spat blood at the man, and tried to tear away from the two restraining him. The boyfriend retaliated by punching him in the face. “My bosses are gonna give me a huge promotion for actually subduing a Jedi!”
Ben laughed as he watched the man fumble with the lightsaber he had just picked up. “How the hell does this thing work?”
The man eyed the end of the lightsaber and Ben smiled. He quickly flicked the switch within the saber’s casing, activating the violet blade, sending it straight through the man’s face. As the man dropped to the floor, the two thugs holding Ben loosened their grip for just a moment, out of shock. It was all the time Ben needed.
Ben broke free from the two and kicked one square in the gut. The other rushed forward, and Ben dodged the attack. As he crashed into the wall, the one who had just been kicked recovered, and went at Ben with a wild, angry haymaker. Ben easily dodged the swing and shoved his shoulder into the man’s chest, sending him toppling backward. As he fell back, the thug hit his head on a table with a sickening crack, and fell limp to the ground, blood pouring from his head. The other thug staggered to his feet and rushed at Ben, who threw a punch that connected with the man’s face. He stumbled back, blood now pouring from his nose, and he rushed at Ben again. Ben dropped, driving his shoulder into the man’s knees, causing him to flip over. He then turned around and grabbed the man’s head, twisting it quickly to snap his neck.
Ben then turned to the crying Twi’lek. “Are you ok?” he asked, trying to put in as much effort into sounding concerned as possible.
She nodded, running towards him and embracing him. “I’m sorry! He wasn’t supposed to come home for another day and a half.”
“It’s ok,” he answered softly. "It's what I get for showing off at the bar."
“You’re so strong. I can’t believe you took all three of them out,” she spoke, drying up her tears instantaneously.
“That’s what all of us Jedi are trained for,” he said with a small smile and a quick kiss.
She kissed him back, with the fury of a thousand suns, and within moments the two were back in the bed. It was only minutes before Ben had finally discovered the latch that held the Twi’lek’s complex top together. As the straps fell from her purple skin, and he smiled as his hands searched her body. Suddenly he heard the door cry out as it opened again. Ben groaned as he turned to see the new intruder.
“So he wasn’t lying,” spoke a human in black robes who had just entered the room.
Ben staggered out of the bed, pulling on his underwear as he grabbed the lightsaber on the ground.
“A Jedi caught with his pants down,” laughed the man, as he activated a red lightsaber. “How amusing.”
The Twi’lek swiftly moved back from the two as Ben activated the purple lightsaber in his hand. “Who needs pants at a time like this?”
The Sith smiled and charged at Ben. It took all of Ben’s concentration to deflect the attack. The Sith laughed and began a barrage of attacks, Ben barely blocking each blow. Smoldering pieces of carbon descended from the ceiling as each attack caused them to graze it with their swords. Suddenly the half-naked Twi’lek rushed past the Sith, toward the door. The man smiled as he kicked Ben away and impaled the Twi'lek upon his crimson sword.
“What the hell?!” cried out Ben. “She was a nice girl, and I totally had a chance with her!”
The Sith looked confused for a moment. “Attachment is very unbecoming of a Jedi,” laughed the Sith. “Although, I’m beginning to think that the idiot was mistaken in calling you one.”
Ben growled as he got back to his feet. “It doesn’t matter whether or not I am. I’ll still kick your ass.”
The Sith chuckled. “Right. Come on then.”
Ben charged at the Sith, who quickly dodged the attack and slashed at Ben’s leg, leaving a short burn with his sword on Ben’s thigh. Ben cried out in pain as he turned to defend any more oncoming attacks. It had been several years since Ben had received any formal dueling training, but he was proficient enough to amuse the Sith. After another flurry of attacks, though, the Sith began to grow impatient.
“Time to die, Republic scum,” smiled the Sith. He rammed his shoulder into Ben, knocking him backwards. The Sith walked up to the fallen commando and held his blade at Ben’s throat. “Any last words before I end you, false Jedi?”
Ben quickly scanned the room for any hope of escape, but to no avail. “Looks like ya got me,” he said with a smile, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly a loud crash echoed through the room, as the lightsaber damaged ceiling collapsed above the Sith, the upstairs apartment’s contents crashing down on him. Ben quickly grabbed the purple lightsaber and stabbed the pinned Sith, killing him without a word. The two Zabraks that had been in the apartment upstairs now laid on top of the pile of rubble in disbelief.
Ben bolted from the room, dashing out of the apartment building before anyone else could show up. As he dashed through the streets of Nar Shaddaa he regretted the decision not to find his pants before leaving the Twi’lek’s apartment. He also couldn't shake the feeling that his commanding officer was going to make him pay for the dress armor he had just deserted. It didn’t take him long to get back to the apartment where Kurs and he were staying. Ben entered the apartment to find Kurs sitting in the main room, staring at him.
“You know, there’s only been one other person who’s touched my lightsaber and retained all of their limbs,” the Jedi Master spoke, retrieving his lightsaber from Ben’s hand with the Force. “Don’t make me correct that.”
Ben smiled. “Yes, dad.”
“And what happened to your pants?! You know what? I don’t even want to know. Suit up, we’ve got to go. Apparently there’s been some Sith movement in the city.”
Ben laughed as he headed back to his room, whistling the Correlian nursery rhyme once again.
