It still fits in one post, so instead of figuring out where I stopped off last time, I am just reposting all that I have so far. Feedback appreciated. I might make some small changes here and there, but overall it is what I plan to have in the finished product. Enjoy!
Journal of Tulak Hord
I am Tulak Hord. This is my story.
Chapter One: My Beginnings
Every warrior has his beginning. I was born on Coruscant, like trillions of other beings in the galaxy. I was one of nine children, an unusally large family. I was the youngest child, two of my older siblings had already left Coruscant before I could talk.
My father’s name was Balic Hord. He had lived on Coruscant until he was twenty-four years old. His family being one of the first groups of humans to emigrate to it. He was a powerful business man part of the time and a powerful crimelord at other times; he controlled over fifteen percent of the spice on Coruscant. He is probably the most powerful ever to control his operations on Coruscant. He had mahor interest on Fondor, Ord Mantell, Rodia, Ison, and Thyferra. Thyferra was the main location of his legal trades; he had a large Bacta processing facility there.
Father was a strong build. He was six foot eight, over a one-hundred seventy kilos. He is rumored to have killed four Barabels with his bare hands before, but whether or not it’s true I don’t know. He had straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. Being as powerful as he was he built himself a small fleet of warships. It was a wonder the Republic never tried to put him out of business, but they probably didn’t want to spend the resources necessary, on top of the fact that most people were pretty sure he had criminal workings, they couldn’t prove it. The Hutts tried to give him trouble every now and then, but he always ended up besting them, a tribute to his extreme intelligence.
My mother’s name is Dia. Before she met my father she was the leader of a small group of mercenaries. He mercenary band along with my father’s space fleet and hundreds of billions of credits made of the most powerful family the galaxy had seen in a thousand years. She lived for the hunt; when there was no mercenary work she was a bounty hunter and fought in the dueling rings.
We lived in a massive building in the best part of Coruscant. We got whatever we wanted. The only rules that my parents had was to respect them and those older than us. It was a gleaming tower several hundred stories high. We lived in the top twelve floors. Our floors each had a six man security force, with another seven hundred men less than a two minute speeder ride away.
In my first ten years I spens a lot of time learning many common skills used among formal classes and considerable amounts of fighting knowledge. My father expected us to know how to defend ourselves whenever we left the house and never sent an escourt or kept an eye on us when we were outside. I had a small sporting blaster and a vibro-knife that I kept with me. It would hurt a full grown human on a regular power-level, but a full power hit could easily kill someone. The first time I ever used it on someone was in the Coruscant Underworld. I was attacked by a group of three thugs, probably recognizing me and figuring they could take me for ransom. I discouraged their attack real fast when I shot one of them in the face, killing him, and then cut off three of another’s fingers with my vibro-knife. The third guy started to run away, but I shot him in the back of his legs, causing him to fall to the ground. It would be a few hours at least before he would be able to walk. I father was quite happy to hear that I had survived a real fight at only eight years old. Both of my siblings who were directly older than me still hadn’t; and they were ten and twelve years old. Winning a fight is how someone in my faimly gets a name. I was named Tulak, replacing my former title of nine; I was called nine up until that point because I was the ninth child in my family.
I continued to spar with family members and the trainers my father hired to teach us to fight. To him, being able to fight was more important than anything else. My mother felt the same way. Learn to fight or learn to die. It was black and white for them. Relentless training for hours a day, usually no less than four hours. One time, when I was nine years old I spent over fifty hours constantly training. I didn;t eat, sleep, and only drank twice during this time. When I finished this “exercise” I slept for over twenty hours, which my parents were okay with. Within a week, I felt significantly stronger. I was unusually strong in fact; far beyond humans of my age or size. At fourteen years of age, every member of my familyhad begun fighting in competitions. My two oldest brothers had been champions of their divisions, but neither of them ever became the overall champion; there was always a Wookie or Barab ready to take the top. I wanted to be the best though. I would be the best.
I joined at an age lower than most; I was thirteen years old. Most of my opponets when I started were sixteen. Fighting against them was tough, but I came out on top most of the time. One particularly difficult fight was against a Zabrak. I was far more skilled than him, but he took every hit I gave him. He had the resilence of a Kath Hound. I did eventually hit him enough that he passed-out, but you could tell if there was any way for him to keep going, he would have.
When I turned fifteen I started fighting with weapons and armor. These were more difficult because only the good competitors made it this far. These fights were betted on and the victor recieved ten percent of the money made buy the bets. I usually got about thirty credits per fight. Not big money, but more than most kids my age. I discovered very quickly that I had a natural affinity for weapons. I won every one of the fourty-five fights I fought in that league. My skill with the sword was considered incredible.
My father urged me to continue this skill to a further degree. I wanted to. It was something that I could beat everyone else at, even the Barabs and Wookies. Those Wookies with their Ryyk blades could take down most everyone. Except me, that is. My mother taught me the way of the sword much of the time. She was extremely good and often talked about her fights with Echani Blademasters. One of these stories was...
Dia, “Yor getting better Tulak. But you still won’t beat that Wookie, Lawrupawroo, in the chapmionship fight next week.”
Tulak, “I think I’ll do alright against him, mother. I’ve studied his tactics, just like father told me. If I fight as fast as I can, I think I will be able to get around his strength.”
Dia, “Show me your plan.”
Tulak charged at his mother with his full intensity. He attacked twice per second; each attack doing enough to keep an enemy at bay, while at the same time there was enough power behind the strikes to count as a “killing” hit it one made contact. While they kept fighitng Dia spoke.
Dia, “It might be enough, but what if he does something like this?”
Dia waited a second before twisting with extreme speed while at the same time folling her blade. She turned the twist into a duck and came up behind Tulak, her Ryyk blade at his throat. She held it there for a second before moving back into a more relaxed pose.
Tulak, “I will have to watch for that, mother.”
Dia, “It’s a little trick I picked up fighting the Echani General Trikus on Corfai twenty years ago. He was quite the skilled swordsman, but his forces were attacking one of the governments that had hired our protection. When we arrived on the planet, they had already been attacking it for four days. We had three times the firepower and twice their number of troops. So, I told them to surrender. Trikus was the leader of the assault; a Echani Blademaster; and one of the better ones from what I had heard. He informed me that there were forty bombs located on the surface in densly populated area’s. If we attacked them, they threatened to make the bombs go off, causing thousands of deaths. I wasn’t about to have this. We reached an agreement that him and I would duel. If he won, then we would leave them, if I won, they would surrender and disarm the bombs. Echani are honorable, so I was confidant that his troops would keep their word if I won. I took a shuttle to the surface and...”
Unholy Terror
Chapter 5
Endgame (When the chracters' name is in all CAPS it means that they are thinking)
After recieving the message from Ragnos the Jedi prepare for what may be their final hour. . .
Luke; When will they be here?
Yoda; Patience young Skywalker.
Kenobi; You'll be wishing they hadn't come when they arrive.
As the Jedi prepare for the battle the Sith prepare too. But something is wrong. . .Ragnos feels a disturbance. . .
Hord; Whats the matter?
Ragnos; Nothing. I wonder if Skywalker liked the little taste of the dark side I gave him during that feeble sparring match. . .
Hord; It confuses me as to why you did that.
Ragnos; We are not following the new code made by Bane but the old code of ancient times when the Sith were more powerful. Our ranks will once again be filled by the most powerful, like Skywalker, myself, and you.
Hord; I don't think Sky walker will turn so easily.
Don't worry about that leave him alive and kill his friend, while I destroy the others.
The Sith Lords then enter the Temple through the entrance made by Revan and Kun. . .
Yoda; Waiting for you we have been.
Ragnos; Ahhh. Master Yoda, I have been waiting a longer time to make you suffer.
Hord; I will enjoy feeding your body parts to the sewer rats.
Kalzar; Don't plan on it.
Luke; Kalzar, don't let him gety the better of you he's just using a dark side trick to make you lose focus. They could never win without cheating. . .
Ragnos; Don't try to use our own tactics against us boy.
Hord; I will show you true swordsmanship you little fools.
and thus the battle beginswith Ragnos taking on Yoda, Kenobi, and Grievous while Hord duels Luke and Kalzar.
Hord is surprised by this display of power coming out of these mere boys. But instead of standing there wondering how. . .he uses the force and throws Kalzar across the room into a statueface rendering the Jedi unconcious. Luke remains focused and keeps on fighting.
Ragnos was also surprised by the Jedi theyseemed dare he thought. . .more powerful?
RAGNOS; I will not lose to midget and a droid!
With this he uses the force to throw Grievous and Kenobi up and out of the Temple entrance and keeps fighting Yoda.
Ragnos; What's the matter little one? Getting tired?
Ragnos then saw Yoda do something that no one else had ever seen. . .he smiled. Yoda then poured on the offense and was forcing the Sith Lord back and could see a look of worry on his face.
Yoda; Worried are you? Keep your mind in the battle you must.
Ragnos; You small fool! I am the great Marka Ragnos! The dark side makes me more powerful than you could ever hope to be!
Yoda; Maybe so Ragnos but. . .prevail the dark side never will.
Hord felt Skywalker wearing down his defense and decided that he had enough.
HORD; I won't let this little fool live. If I let him live Ragnos will most likely kill me and take him for his apprentice. . .
Hord than made his move switched the positions with him on the offensive. Hord began showing mastery of some type of radical form like that of Yoda except it was used by a darksider. Hord started flipping and running at Luke making it hard for him defend. Luke blocked and even used some classical Makashi parries against the Sith Lord's furious attacks. Hord angered by this boy's failure to wield used the force and brought Skywalker to his knees choking him. Luke could feel the life draining out of him but then. . .Hord was knocked over by something. . .
Kalzar awoke from is forced slumber to see Luke being choked to death
by the Sith Lord. Kalzar then ran up dropkicked the Sith Lord knocking him over and releasing the force choke.
Kalzar; You alright?
Luke; Don't worry I'll be fine take care of him.
Kalzar; This is gonna be tough. . .
Yoda and Ragnos duelled all the way up into the Council chambers and were destroying pretty much everthing in there. . .Ragnos than used a vicious force throw sending Yoda high up to the top of the chambers and rendering him unconcious. Just as Ragnos was about to deliver a death blow he felt a heavy foot and some chairs throw him across the chambers. . .it was Kenobi and Grievous. Sick of having to see Kenobi's face Ragnos in fit of anger threw his lightsaber at him but it was caught by the now 5 lightsaber wielding Grievous.
Ragnos; Fool all the lightsabers in the world won't help you!
With that he grabs both Kenobi and Grievous and throws them down on the ground unconcious or so he thought. . .
Hord was angery that he allowed himself to get kicked like that. He had trained all his life and was knocked over in a single motion. . .but he was going to kill them both no matter what. Hord and Kalzar began duelling on the ground but both of them jumped up to the rafters and continued the duel there.
Kalzar was having fun watching this Stih Lord trying to outmanuever him. Though the attacks were powerful Kalzar simply parried all of them away. Hord frustrated than took a slice at the Jedi's weapon hand and succeded he had disarmed Kalzar but. . .where hade his lightsaber gone to? Kalzar right before losing his lightsaber decided to disarm The Sith Lord but lost his own saber in the process. Hord then roundhoused the Jedi of the rafters and down to the hard floor below. Hord came down and activated a hidden lightsaber he kept up his sleeve.
Hord; Now you die!
Hord pulled his lightsaber up and was about ot deliver a deathblow when. . .
Up in the Council chambers Ragnos reactivated his lightsaber and walked up to Grievous. . .
Ragnos; Fool. I am Marka Ragno. . .
before he could finish he was kicked away by the cyborg. Vexed by this tenacious display of insolence he jumped back up but. . .in mid jump he was force pushed into a council chair. . .Yoda and Kenobi were back on they're feet. Ragnos lept forward and began duelling Yoda while Kenobi attended to Grievous.
Yoda; More powerful the dark side is not. . .only quicker and easier to learn it is.
These words struck Ragnos like an arrow to the heart they pierced his very soul and finally he snapped. He then began to swing wildly at the diminutive Jedi Master and was in a saber lock with him.
Ragnos; I'll enjoy dismembering yours and your apprentices bodies. It'll be a ripping good time.
Ragnos then swung at Yoda but Yoda jumped over the blade of Ragnos' lightsaber and buried his own lightsaber into the Sith Lord's chest. Ragnos finally realised that Yoda was right the dark side wasn't more powerful the true power is in the light. . .but he realised this to late as his spirit dissipated into nothingness. . .
Hord was happy. He was about to kill this foolish boy but. . .there was a burning sensation in his stomach and chest area. . .Hord looked down to see a golden beam of plasma stabbing into his stomach and an emerald beam erupting from his chest.
Right before Hord came down on his head Kalzar ignited his secondary lightsaber that he hid in his sleeve but. . .where was the emerald saber from? Luke seeing that Hord was about to strike down Kalzar lept forward burying his saber in Hord's back. The Sith Lord fell to the gound dead but his spirit was dissipating like Ragnos'.
HORD; The light is stronger. . .
and with a scream he was made nothing.
Luke; You alright?
Kalzar; I'll be fine. That was a very. . .challenging duel.
Luke; No kidding.
Kenobi; Are you two alright?
Luke; Were fine here.
Kalzar; How did thing turn out up there in the council chambers?
Grievous; Ragnos is dead. By the look on his face he's dead too. Grievous remarked as he pointed to Hord.
Luke; Well. . .I am glad thats over.
Yoda; Glad too am I.
Kalzar; Now all we have to do is wait for the next crazy Sith Lord who wants revenge. . .
Keep in mind that this is an alternate universe story so it's kinda wierd. . .oh and sorry for th lightsaber thing i forgot. By the people getting knocked unconcious I was showing that the Sith were supperior at one point wouldn't get owned by the Jedi. Kalzar is SW character I came up with when i was constapated. I think it was kind crappy now that I read it. . .I should have put more thought into it. How were thewy outta character?
I just felt like posting more of it.
The Tulak Hord Journal
We reached an agreement that him and I would duel. If he won, then we would leave them, if I won, they would surrender and disarm the bombs. Echani are honorable, so I was confidant that his troops would keep their word if I won. I took a shuttle to the surface and...”
Upon arriving on the surface Dia was surrounded by five Echani Warriors. They led her to the chosen place for the duel. They walked for about three minutes before she saw Trikus, standing there; powerful, resilient. Trikus was tall, like Tulak’s father. The powerful Echani warrior wasn’t quite Balic’s size though. He was about six, four, maybe a hundred ten kilos. He held a staff in both of his hands, the left hand on the top with the right hand seven inches under it; the right hand was loser than the left, in a formal Echani position. He had pure white hair, although he wasn’t a day over forty, and deep blue eyes. His very demeanor radiated an icy energy. He showed no emotion on his face, not even blinking at the sight of his opponent.
Dia, “General Trikus, I challenge you to a rekile.” A rekile was a fight to an honorable death.
Trikus, “Lady Dia, I accept.”
As challenger, I was to make the first move; an advantage in most cultures, but to the Echani, it didn’t matter. I attacked using a simply straight sword. Trikus was fast. It was like for every attack I made, he saw it before it even happened. Before I could even get my strike halfway, he already had his staff their to block it.
I continued to push the offensive for a time, before Trukis started to push back. He used his strength against me to incrdible effect. The Echani spend a lot of time learning how to redirect attacks, rather than overpower the attack like Mandalorians or dodge it like most conventional sword fighters. When that Echani can redirect attacks and then overpower you, it can pose a serious problem. He managed to glance me three times before I even got a tap on him.
As the fight went on, about three minutes in, he took the fight to a whole new level. He combined all three methods of attack with immortal effinency. Strong as a Wookie, fast as a Verpine, and able to counter attacks like the best of is race. For a while, I was sure I was going to die in that fight.
But then, as I was beginning to wear down, from somewhere unbeknownst to me came new strength. By now I had recognized that he was using Echani battle precognition against me. And the amazing thing was that I was using what he was. Well, I don’t think it was the same thing he was using, but it had the same effect. I could feel this strange power coming into me. It went through me, showed me things I hadn’t seen before. Without this thing, and although I may never know what is was, I would be dead right now.
Trikus realized something had changed in a few instants. As soon as he saw this change in me, he knew he was defeated, but he fought on anyway, something I admire him for. I thought about blowing the fight, taking the honor out of it to allow us both to live, but I knew that was not what he wanted and that I had a duty to the people I was in the service of. He saw this too. He began to use the fight as a way to teach me. He showed me the technique I just showed you; among many others. After several minutes of fighting, I believe about eight, I struck him down. He had no regrets. Neither did I. His last command was for his troops to follow me. This surprised me like words cannot explain. I know that he was preparing me to do something, but lead his troops? I can safly say that I didn’t see that one coming.
Well, in the end, I won the fight, as I said earlier; as it is obvious because I am alive telling you about a fight to the death. The Echani forces gathered up their equipment and left the planet to follow me. It was eally quite amazing....
I noticed this thing sinking and decided to help it(or at least try). Wrote this in about fifteen minutes. Not quite done yet. Tell me how you like it.
Lord Nyax vs. Count Dooku
Count Dooku watched as the beast entered his throne, “Greetings, Lord Nyax. I congratulate you on your victory over my Magna Droids on the way to my throne.” Dooku’s voice was calm. He spoke in an eerie monotone.
Lord Nyax was here to kill the Count. His position as Dark Lord of the Sith would only make it more enjoyable. “Thank you, Count. You know what I am here to do. Let’s not have this idle chattering go one for any longer than necessary.”
Count Dooku made a sarcastic look of astonishment on his face. “So rude. So, so rude. Have you no personality?”
Lord Nyax, “I am a killing machine. Nothing else.” The words were like ice from the massive figures lips. As icy as his heart.”
To this Count Dooku replied, “Not a gentleman? I see Lord Maul left an impression upon you before he met his end. You are said to be the greatest lightsaber duelist alive. I must say that your victory over Ventress impressed me, but she is nothing near my equal.”
Lord Nyax sneered, “We shall see. Count of Serreno, I challenge you to a fight to the death.” Lord Nyax’s voice was almost a scream by the time he finished issuing the challenge.
And the mighty Count of Serreno replied, “May the more noble gentleman win.” His voice was crisp and as sharp as a vibro-blade.
Lord Nyax laughed. He was practically insane. The experiments he had been efficiency through had left him over nine feet tall. His body was scarred from the rigors of Lord Maul’s training. Nyax’s most prominent scar ran from just below his right ear to his nose. He had received it during a blind rage in which he attacked Darth Maul. He had been the apprentice. Maul would have killed him for the attack if he himself had not attempted to kill Sidious during his training.
The beast moved towards Dooku in complete silence. He drew twin lightsabers, one in each hand, both emitted a savage glare. Dooku ignited his blade as well; moving it in to a hanging guard as was common in his lightsaber strategy.
Although the Count of Serreno was old, he had the force to back him against this far younger lightsaber master. Dooku was at this point in his life one hundred and six years old. He looked old too, but he could easily have been thought to be in his mid- seventies from look alone. The dexterity he possessed was beyond any Echani. His strength could topple any Wookie. And since Yoda had passed, he was the strongest person alive. Or so it was believed. This being before him might just be more capable.
Nyax tested Dooku’s strength with a heavy swing with his right saber. Dooku blocked the attack. Nyax did this again. Once again, Dooku blocked with usual Makashi efficiency. Again Nyax attacked. And again. His continued to attack’s weren’t meant to be lethal. His intent was to understand Dooku’s use of Makashi. It wasn’t long before Dooku noticed this and slowly started to add what little he knew of Ataru into it in what he hoped would through the beast off. He didn’t know much of the form though, just what he had learned from Qui-gon during their sparring times.
After this had continued for close to half a minute Dooku fired a powerful storm of force lightning at the brute. The strength of Nyax lay in his skill with a saber, not his ability to stop a force attack. He was able to block less than half with his sabers and was forced to take a step backwards. He almost dropped his sabers during the energy rain.
Moments later Nyax was able to regain his composure and was able to raise his sabers to the point where continued attack became wasteful on Dooku’s part. The Count of Serreno stopped his onset. With the icy chill he had used so many times before to taunt his opponents he said, “I don’t see why so many people fear you. Your skill leaves much to be desired.”
Nyax only growled at this, fostering Dooku’s belief that he was a mere beast. Primitive, savage, barbaric. Not fit for a gentleman’s time. He would end this quickly. He charged at Nyax, swinging at his legs and then spinning around for an attack at his legs. Nyax stabbed at him with his left saber while using his right in a swing that if it had made contact with it’s target would have removed Dooku’s head. Nyax’s knee then made contact with Dooku’s thigh light an duracrete sledgehammer.
Nyax certainly seemed to have received some “enhancement’s” in the last few years. He thought with disgust at the thought of someone using machines to “enhance” a human’s skill. The second he finished this though his mind returned to the pain of what was probably ten small fractures in his thigh bone. He would pay for this. Dooku let his rage fuel him. He concentrated all his energy into one swing. The power behind it almost knocked Nyax off his feet; quite a feat considering he was over nine feet tall.
Although Nyax wasn’t a specialist in force powers, he was able to use a small fragment of the duracrete wall that had been knocked from it’s place on the wall by a lightsaber, and “fire” it at Dooku’s side. The Count was forced to move his saber in a position that left his weapon arm exposed to avoid a few broken ribs. Nyax used this and attempted to remove the arm, but Dooku was an experienced dueler and was able to save arm. He still received a most superficial cut to top of his forearm. Blood that was released the second the cut was made trickled out, but the bleeding stopped as a lightsaber blade cauterize’s whatever it cuts extremely quickly.