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Ghost of the Wolf
By Lonewolf

I looked down at the datapad on which the assignment from the Antei Contract Bureau was on. A civilian ground transport was making its way through one of the tunnels of Port Ol’val towards my new place of employment. I had picked a seat towards the back of the transport, away from the droid driver but close enough to the rear exit to disembark quickly after getting to my stop. I re-read the instructions from the ACB one more time before removing the data card. I dropped it on the ground, looking around at the other passengers who were too busy to notice someone like me. I cracked the data card under the heel of my foot, destroying the evidence of my mission. I pressed down a second time, causing it to be in four different pieces.

“Stop 13 B coming up,” announced the overhead speaker.

I had been undercover for the last three weeks. I had a fake identification that had been set up by the ACB. They had put me in an apartment to establish residence, faked my previous employment record as a personnel security detail agent for the last four years. The great thing was I had been in private security before so I knew all the answers to the questions before some red-headed human female had even asked them. During the interview I was able to foul even their most complex machines, giving me an easy pass. All of this had allowed me to get full-time employment at my primary target: Tre’Da. My mission was to infiltrate the security firm, delete any information regarding my Battleteam - Tyrant’s Sword - and plant evidence to incriminate the organization.

The ground transport stopped at Stop 13 B and I disembarked. I had only been to the corporate sector once or twice before this mission. It was nothing special and I didn’t have time to take in anything. I moved to the dead-drop to retrieve my final items for the mission. On my belt I already had my company issued BlasTech. Being in the PSD section I was allowed to wear civilian clothes. I was dressed in combat boots, black trousers and a white dress shirt. A black rancor jacket kept me warm as I turned the corner to the dead-drop.

A pile of steel boxes were just thrown into one of the corners. I found the marking circled X. I looked around, no one was around. I scanned the walls, no holo-cameras. I was good. I opened the box and saw a slugthower and a vial of green blood. I picked up the slugthrower, putting it in the small of my back. The blood was going to be tricky to sneak past security. The slugthrower was easy. Again, being PSD I was allowed additional weapons other than company issued, made me look better. I turned the vial in my fingers, looking around again.

Putting the vial back in the steel box. I pulled a spare power cell from my pocket. Taking a vibroblade from my boot I popped the bottom off and ripped out the cell, shaking it loose one of the two internal cells. I took the vial and it slid in perfectly. I put the bottom back on and shook it; nothing moved. I nodded, putting the power cell back in my pocket. Time to get to work, I said to myself.

It only took me roughly five minutes to make my way to the entrance of Tre’Da at a normal walk. I called upon the Force several times to keep me calm. I watched hands, facial expressions, everything as I worked my way down the street. Tre’Da was very new at the Port but it was making an impact. Nearly thirty-percent of all businesses now used them for private security. They offered credit movement, personal security, building security, transportation, everything. They were growing and that meant they were dangerous. A small business you were able to control, keep within their limits but Tre’Da had all but pushed out the other private security causing them to become a power.

I entered the lobby of Tre’Da Headquarters. The partners had taken a older building in the business district and completely renovated it. The Port was, after all, an asteroid and once a building went up it was very hard to take it down. But the partners had done a good job. A water fountain at the front, advertisement posters, pretty females at the reception desk, several guards around in their nice blue company uniforms.

Moving towards the body scanners I took out my identification badge and handed it to the guard. I stepped through the body scanner. It took a full scan and showed my company weapon and the slugthrower. The guard looked over the images again, checking my identification. It came up clear. He looked at me. “Why the extra weapon today?”

I turned to him, “Classified,” I stated, knowing it was completely made up. I could have come up with some excuse that I was guarding a high value target or transporting half a million credits or something but no, I stuck to the simple classified comment.

The guard looked at me again and handed me my identification. “Be well,” he said, turning his attention to the next employee. I put my credentials back in the breast pocket of my jacket and moved on down to the turbolift. The last three days I had followed out an exact plan. I knew the steps to my target, timed in my head, the routine of the employees in the main frame. The mission should now take me roughly fives minutes to complete.

Going up the turbolift I arrived on the fifteenth floor. A droid voice announced I had arrived as the lift doors opened. I stepped out, looking around. Thirty paces to door one, I said to myself. Turning on my heel to the right I counted it out and arrived at the first door. It opened, being an unsecure door. I walked through, scanning around the area. No one in this room, they hadn’t shown up for the start of the day yet. I continued to move down the empty office to another door.

I typed in a passcode, having lifted it from a Twi’lek female at the cantina who had a little too much ale prior to a little too much me in the evening time. The light went from red to green and walked in. Door three, forty paces. The second room had one person in it. They were too busy looking at their data terminal to pay any attention to me.

Getting to door three I pulled a faked data card. I slipped it into the slot and typed in another passcode. The computer thought for a moment before it beeped and opened, granting me access to the main frame. I slipped in and closed the door with a press of a button. I looked to see several holocams around, watching me. I’ll take care of that. Moving to one of the terminals I took out the provided datapad. I plugged the cord from the datapad into the terminal outlet and pressed a button. The datapad burst to life and started its run. It worked quickly to erase all the information on my battleteam.

Turning to a second data terminal I ran a few commands of my own, accessing the holo-cam system. I found the footage of the last ten minutes, finding myself from the front entrance to the main frame. A few quick flicks of my fingers and I erased all the footage. I further went to disable all the cameras from the main frame to the locker room for the next five minutes. I turned to see the datapad finished.

Unplugging it I stuffed it back into my jacket and walked out of the main frame. The lone worker was still just working on their own. I walked out of the second room to the first and then the hallway.

“John, John,” someone yelled. I turned to see my boss, Tur Yun, coming up towards me. “John, where the hell have you been?”

I started to get angry and I frowned. Time was ticking. “Hey, Tur, what up?”

Tur was dressed in a similar fashion as myself: black boots, black pants but a grey button up shirt. His service blaster was on his hip along with his identified badge by it. “Hey, we got a briefing right now. Got to escort a VIP from here to some backwater planet for some stupid business deal with a Hutt.”

“Alright, Tur. I got to get to the locker room first for something,” I said.

“For what, John? Come on, we got to go,” Tur ordered.

I looked around, No one. I nodded, “Sure, Tur, sure.” I followed behind Tur as he turned. We went right past the locker room. I had only three minutes left now. I grabbed the grip of the slugthrower and brought it down on the back of Tur’s neck, knocking him out. Before he hit the ground I caught him and pulled him quickly into the locker room.

No one was in the locker room, which was a welcome sign. I pulled Tur over to his locker and set him next to it. I cleaned the slugthrower’s grip and put it in his hand. I grabbed the vial of blood from the power cell, opening Tur’s locker and finding a pair a pants. I opened the vial and splashed it on the pants. It was the blood to a Ol’val Security officer that had been killed two days earlier.

Tur started to wake up as I closed the locker. Thirty seconds, I said to myself. He shook his head, sitting up straight. He looked at the slugthrower in his hand and then at me. “John, what the hell?”

I took several steps back before raising my hand, taking control of his. “John, what, what is going on?” Without a word I had him bring the weapon to his own head before, with a flick of my finger, made him pull the trigger. The explosive round echoed hard throughout the locker room. Tur’s hand dropped to his side, his blood and brain matter all over the side of the locker. It was only two seconds later that the alarm sounded.

I had only a few seconds left to move away from the locker room and get to my extraction point. I moved towards the back exit of the locker room. Next to it was a viewport that lead straight down to the street below. I opened it and slid through it and dropped towards the street. I called upon the Force to slow myself. I had practiced this before but there was always a net to catch me. This time it was for real. I did a front flip and as I neared the bottom Force pushed off the stone and steel road, sending myself back up and then down, slowing me down completely.

Coming to a crouch I looked around. No one even seemed to notice as I was in the back alley. I moved towards the road and headed off, tossing my identification in a nearby trash. The final part of the mission was accomplished as Ol’val Security showed up. They would handle the rest.

I head off back to the ACB to report on a mission accomplished.

Origins of the Wolf
By Lonewolf

Sitting in the cockpit of The Bloodhound - a YT-2000 series light freighter I had picked up too long ago I couldn’t even remember - I looked out among the asteroid belt I was drifting through. The ship was in standby mode, only the fate hum of the life support system flittering the carbon dioxide to oxygen could be heard. I closed my eyes, focusing on the beat of my own heart. It slowed to a beat a second then every two seconds. I had taken the time over the early years of my life to master the simple workings of my body.

Time at The Corellian Academy for Gentlemen, or as it was more famously known as The CAG, had taught me a lot. The human body, so similar to near-human species yet so different, was the master of the mind growing up. You could push it only so far before the mind told you it was time to stop. At The CAG they taught us how to do the opposite, the mind to become master of the body. They pushed us for hours upon hours upon hours through military drills. During my second year it required us to go with only a maximum of two hours of sleep per day for a week. Should you be caught sleeping outside of the allowed time you were severely disciplined.

I slowed my heart to a mere single beat every five seconds, my breathing slow, my pulse low. I stretched out with the Force. I had only discovered it several years earlier during my time in the Unknown Regions, which was a name it didn’t deserve. Much of the so-called Unknown Regions were very much known, I just don’t think the map makers wanted to update their information after centuries. Still, the name had its appeal. It had to me. Over nearly two decades they had called to me. The Infinite Crisis during The Forgotten Campaigns; it was literal hell. Only a handful remembered the battles, the screams, the blood.

That was when I first had touched the Force. It would be nearly fifteen years before I really found it. And in doing so it changed me. I had gone from a comrade in arms, fighting shoulder to shoulder with men I had known since childhood. With the death of two of my old CAG classmates I had ventured off and became what I was now: a lonewolf.

I stretched out with the Force, feeling the chunks of rock floating around me. The Bloodhound was programmed and modified to avoid all ships found on passive radar, to miss the asteroids. I was truly alone out here and that is how I liked it. I didn’t sense anyone: no cloaked ship, no smuggler bypassing security patrols, nothing. I was alone, at peace with the Force for this brief moment in time.

When my friends had died I left the service of the Corellian Corps for the last time. I left my family, my siblings, my homeworld of Corellia behind. For several years I wandered the unknowns of space. It took me to far off planets, to different species, into arms of erotic lovers. Still, I moved on. I continued to venture, escaping my pain. It was only until I arrived within the Antei System that I found something worth stopping for: the Brotherhood.

They called themselves the Dark Jedi Brotherhood but I didn’t see it when I first arrived. I met my first Master, Rhiann Hi'ija. She had been a pirate lord, working around the system. She and another member of the Tyrant Sword had tried to board the Bloodhound. It was only when she felt my connection to the Force, and I her’s, did she bring me into the fold of the Brotherhood.

The Dark Jedi Brotherhood, what an interesting name since there were Jedi and Gray Jedi among them. I had just taken to calling them The Brotherhood soon after arriving. I wasn’t on a path of darkness, though I had done dark things in my years. I was searching for something between light and darkness. Sure, I could have gone to Yavin IV, to the Jedi Academy to search for a further connection to the Force. I could of headed to Ziost or Kariburr in search of the Sith. The stories of both had been told throughout the galaxy; I knew where to look, where to find those if I really wanted to. But no, I had been put on a path to meet Master Rhiann.

She brought me to Port Ol’val in the Dajorra System. It was a hive like Mos Eisley it seemed: full of bounty hunters, smugglers, a breeding ground for the underworld; those that didn’t want to be found. There she introduced me to House Qel-Droma, a house of Clan Arcona of The Brotherhood. It was all very new to me. Many around that I was introduce to were not dark per se, but were on the same journey I was. They were there looking for something they couldn’t describe.

I drifted through the headquarters of House Qel-Droma buried within the depths of Port Ol’val. It was called The Phantom Complex. I could feel the power of the Force here: light, dark, gray. I could feel the struggle within it. I wasn’t met with open arms but I wasn’t met with cold shoulders either.

Rhiann quickly took me on as her apprentice before she left the Order only several weeks later. I could feel the abandonment from her. She was my guide in this new world she quickly brought and left me in. I could have left. I could have climbed aboard the Bloodhound, left Port Ol’val, left The Brotherhood behind but I wouldn’t. Something had drawn me here. Something beyond myself. In all the galaxy I was brought to this place.

I heard a beep on the console before me. My heart quickened, returning to its normal pace. I opened my eyes and looked at the instruments before me. There was a ship approaching, almost on an intercept course. I flipped a few switches, preparing to arm the ship. This vessel must of dropped out of hyperspace. They knew where I was.

No, here is where I currently belonged. Could I leave tomorrow? Sure. Would I? I didn’t know. All I knew is that House Qel-Droma was where I was for now. I would continue to learn how to use my connection with the Force whether it be for the “greater good”, for some “evil purpose” or just for my own enlightenment. For now, it seemed I would have to deal with whoever was planning on paying me a visit.

Death of the Wolf...
By Lonewolf

I laid there on the ground of the battlefield, the wound deep into my right lung. The yellow lightsaber blade had found its mark through my armor, piercing through flesh and bone. I gasped for air as I looked up to the red sun as its rays showed through fire and smoke. How did it come to this, I asked myself. My left lung worked to do the work of two, my heart beating against my chest bone. I could feel my organs start craving for oxygen enriched blood, telling my brain to send them more but the body only had so much to give. Give… I have given all I have…

People would say that their life would flash before their eyes but no one really knew how it was until their own end was upon them. My life didn’t flash before my eyes, only the image of my wife and children. I could see them smiling at me as if standing over me. “Papa,” said my youngest, coming over to me. I turned my head to look at her. “Papa, get up, Papa. It’s time to come home.” So sweet and innocent she was.

My oldest looked at my wife, “Mom, what is wrong with Daddy?”

She laughed, “Nothing, sweetheart. He is just on his way to join us.”

“Yes,” the oldest exclaimed. “I have missed Daddy.”

I couldn’t help but smile, a tear falling from my right eye. It gathered dirt and blood as it ran down my cheek. I reached out my hand, stroking the hair of the youngest before turning back to my wife and oldest. “I have missed you all so much.”

My wife came over, kneeling down next to me. “It’s okay, Wolf, it’s okay. The pain will stop. Come, come with us and be at peace.” She took my other hand. “We have missed you.”

Turning my head, I looked passed my wife at the battlefield. Blades swung, bodies fell, blood and flesh covered the ground. So much war and fighting. I looked back at my wife who smiled. “We are waiting,” she said as she slowly faded.

I turned to my daughter as she faded as well then my youngest. “No,” I yelled. “No! No!” I reached out, as if to grab my youngest but I grabbed only the air. “No!” I gathered what connection I had with the Force, a roughly, razor’s edge with both the light and dark side. I summoned it to give me the strength I needed to stand. I took my lightsaber up, the custom handle of a wolf. I rolled to my front, to my knees and finally to a standing position.

The dark Jedi that held the yellow blade that had pierced me stood in amazement that I was even still alive. He had seen me talking to someone but no one was there. He brought his lightsaber up, clenching it in both hands. “Enough of this,” he hissed, coming towards me, ready to strike.

I flipped the switch to my lightsaber, a silver blade coming from the mouth of the wolf at its end. My left arm seemed useless. Only one arm, I thought to myself. I took a step back and parried the incoming yellow blade. I brought own blade up, connecting again to the dark Jedi’s, knocking it away. A step forward, a blow, a step back, a dodge. The Force seemed to work its magic, offering a musical dance in the duel. Side side, swing, block, back side. The dark Jedi was clearly calling upon the dark side of the Force, anger overtaking him because I should have already been dead.

Finally the opening came that I was waiting for. The dark Jedi lunged and I quickly side stepped, my blade connecting with his, sending him off balance and wide. I spun myself, the silver connecting to his back, slicing into his own armor and into the spin. He fell, his legs no longer functioning. My chest was heavy now, gasping for breath with only a single working lung. I walked over, kicking his black handled saber from his grip, the yellow blade spinning away before deactivating.

I knelt down next to him, my knee over his right arm, pinning it. I continued to breath hard. I looked down at him and shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. His looked at me, eyes wide as I brought my blade down across the back of his neck, removing head from shoulders. His head stayed on the place, not moving. A twitch of his arm, asking the brain for commands but found none.

Gasping another for air I stood up, walking only a few paces away from the dead man before falling to my knees again. I looked once more over the battlefield. The smell of smoke and death filled my lungs. I turned off my saber, clipping it to my belt where it had been my companion for nearly three decades. My wife and daughters stood before me again.

“Come, Daddy,” the youngest said again, coming over and pulling at my arm. The oldest came over and took my other. I felt my soul leave my body, turning to see my head was bowed and my body was dead. I walked, able to hold those that had been taken from me. I reached my wife, kissing her.

She smiled, “Welcome home.”

I smiled again, holding my daughters in each arm and my wife before me. “Yes… I am home…”

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Fiction By:
Neophyte Lonewolf (Gray Jedi) / Battle Team Tyrant Sword of House Qel-Droma of Clan Arcona [GMRG: I] [SA: III] [INQ: I]
CFx11 / SoL
{SA: DMPH - DPE - DPV}

Death of the Wolf...
By Lonewolf

I laid there on the ground of the battlefield, the wound deep into my right lung. The yellow lightsaber blade had found its mark through my armor, piercing through flesh and bone. I gasped for air as I looked up to the red sun as its rays showed through fire and smoke. How did it come to this, I asked myself. My left lung worked to do the work of two, my heart beating against my chest bone. I could feel my organs start craving for oxygen enriched blood, telling my brain to send them more but the body only had so much to give. Give… I have given all I have…

People would say that their life would flash before their eyes but no one really knew how it was until their own end was upon them. My life didn’t flash before my eyes, only the image of my wife and children. I could see them smiling at me as if standing over me. “Papa,” said my youngest, coming over to me. I turned my head to look at her. “Papa, get up, Papa. It’s time to come home.” So sweet and innocent she was.

My oldest looked at my wife, “Mom, what is wrong with Daddy?”

She laughed, “Nothing, sweetheart. He is just on his way to join us.”

“Yes,” the oldest exclaimed. “I have missed Daddy.”

I couldn’t help but smile, a tear falling from my right eye. It gathered dirt and blood as it ran down my cheek. I reached out my hand, stroking the hair of the youngest before turning back to my wife and oldest. “I have missed you all so much.”

My wife came over, kneeling down next to me. “It’s okay, Wolf, it’s okay. The pain will stop. Come, come with us and be at peace.” She took my other hand. “We have missed you.”

Turning my head, I looked passed my wife at the battlefield. Blades swung, bodies fell, blood and flesh covered the ground. So much war and fighting. I looked back at my wife who smiled. “We are waiting,” she said as she slowly faded.

I turned to my daughter as she faded as well then my youngest. “No,” I yelled. “No! No!” I reached out, as if to grab my youngest but I grabbed only the air. “No!” I gathered what connection I had with the Force, a roughly, razor’s edge with both the light and dark side. I summoned it to give me the strength I needed to stand. I took my lightsaber up, the custom handle of a wolf. I rolled to my front, to my knees and finally to a standing position.

The dark Jedi that held the yellow blade that had pierced me stood in amazement that I was even still alive. He had seen me talking to someone but no one was there. He brought his lightsaber up, clenching it in both hands. “Enough of this,” he hissed, coming towards me, ready to strike.

I flipped the switch to my lightsaber, a silver blade coming from the mouth of the wolf at its end. My left arm seemed useless. Only one arm, I thought to myself. I took a step back and parried the incoming yellow blade. I brought own blade up, connecting again to the dark Jedi’s, knocking it away. A step forward, a blow, a step back, a dodge. The Force seemed to work its magic, offering a musical dance in the duel. Side side, swing, block, back side. The dark Jedi was clearly calling upon the dark side of the Force, anger overtaking him because I should have already been dead.

Finally the opening came that I was waiting for. The dark Jedi lunged and I quickly side stepped, my blade connecting with his, sending him off balance and wide. I spun myself, the silver connecting to his back, slicing into his own armor and into the spin. He fell, his legs no longer functioning. My chest was heavy now, gasping for breath with only a single working lung. I walked over, kicking his black handled saber from his grip, the yellow blade spinning away before deactivating.

I knelt down next to him, my knee over his right arm, pinning it. I continued to breath hard. I looked down at him and shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. His looked at me, eyes wide as I brought my blade down across the back of his neck, removing head from shoulders. His head stayed on the place, not moving. A twitch of his arm, asking the brain for commands but found none.

Gasping another for air I stood up, walking only a few paces away from the dead man before falling to my knees again. I looked once more over the battlefield. The smell of smoke and death filled my lungs. I turned off my saber, clipping it to my belt where it had been my companion for nearly three decades. My wife and daughters stood before me again.

“Come, Daddy,” the youngest said again, coming over and pulling at my arm. The oldest came over and took my other. I felt my soul leave my body, turning to see my head was bowed and my body was dead. I walked, able to hold those that had been taken from me. I reached my wife, kissing her.

She smiled, “Welcome home.”

I smiled again, holding my daughters in each arm and my wife before me. “Yes… I am home…”

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Fiction By:
Neophyte Lonewolf (Gray Jedi) / Battle Team Tyrant Sword of House Qel-Droma of Clan Arcona [GMRG: I] [SA: III] [INQ: I]
CFx11 / SoL
{SA: DMPH - DPE - DPV}