The Rebel Faction

The death and decay lying in the shallow trenches was caught by the soft breeze, leaving the small town downwind to suffer the putrid odor. When it finally became no longer bearable, a small team was dispatched.

The team, which consisted of five men from the towns newly formed miltia, was armed with a heavy repeater rifle, and simple hand-held blasters. They had to be careful these days. It was mid-afternoon by the time they set off, the sun's unforgiving heat pouring down on the men, making most wish that they had left their gear back home. They made their way through a field in a tight formation, two each on the side and the rear, while one led them on.

Suddenly, they came to a halt. Directly in front of them lay the bodies of perhaps fifteen, gaping wounds on most. Some of them were even dismembered; though the limbs remained missing from view.

Four men turned away, unable to deal with the sight. The one in the lead however, did not falter. An unexpected determination swept over him, though he fought back the tears that now swelled in his eyes. These had been former residents of the town, though they chose to go their own way due to the leadership.

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A few days passed, the men gathering as much information as they could. Fear now came over the town as each night lengthened from the changing of seasons. Something had to be done. Rulic Hart, the man who had led his men to the corpses sent out a call of aid to the Jedi.


OOC: I'd like for well-trained Jedi, Masters/Knights, to respond. Thank You

OOC: Don't mind a'tall

IC: The woman was suddenly brought to a halt by two armed men. Their blasters were trained at her chest, hoping that it would be enough to assure her to stop.

"Name and reasons for being here." It wasn't a question but a command. Things had gotten odd as of late, and they were ordered not to be too careful. Some commotion could be seen at the towns entrance as three other men made their way to her position.

One of the men who had just arrived motioned for the men to lower their blasters. They complied, though reluctant. He took a few steps foward, looking over the woman once.

"Shadow Jedi?" He said in a soft voice. The man was about six feet tall, dressed in black pants and shirt. Unkempt light brown hair crowned his head, while his eyes gave the impression of endless nights spent crying, though they also seemed to tell of a hidden wisdom held within. He walked as if he carried an unseen burden, though he had an air of authority about him. Most in his town did not understand him, though accepted him.

"Interesting. I have not heard of that before." He continued. "Forgive me, my name is Rulic Hart. That is not how we usually greet our guests, but we can't be sure about outsiders these days."

He stepped back and bowed, returning to his original posture only after a brief pause. "Now, Ms. Skywalker, would you please accompany us to my lab?" He turned and pointed to a building that seemed to stand out from the rest. It had a white color to it, due to the construction materials used. As he turned back to hear her answer, his eyes scanned breifly over the dead landscape of leafless trees and pale yellow grass. His heart sunk to see his home in this condition. What was worse, was that he could feel it dying somehow.

OOC: Good, good.

IC: The guard shifted uneasily before taking a step foward, the other only moving to block the entrance. Both kept their weapons at their sides, ready to be drawn if need be.

"Sir, I advise you to stop right there." A young voice commanded. "Name and business plea-"

The young man was cut short. A low growl came from an area to his immediate left, instilling fear into the guards hearts. As they both pulled free their blasters, a dark shape leapt from it's hiding place and tackled the man who had just been speaking. His cry of help was silenced within a seconds time, and only one ill fated shot being fired. The shot hit the other guard in the leg, causing him to fall to the ground and drop his weapon.

A sickening crunch from the beasts mouth signalled the death of the speaker. The creature slowly backed off the body, and eyed the only man left standing. It's yellow eyes were fixed firmly on the man's own, a low growl issuing a challenge.

The seven foot long creature stood on four muscular legs that were used for springing onto it's prey. It's entire body was covered in a wet-looking coat of jet black hair, camoflauge for the night. A set of four inch claws were on each of it's feet, and if one was not quick enough, they could be used to tear chunks of flesh off it's victims hide. It's head was a third as long as it's body, an enormus jaw with jagged teeth gave the creature an all together hideous look.

Slowly it inched forward, the growling becoming deeper right before it sprang. It's jaw swung open and it's claws aimed to catch the standing man in his chest.

Edit: TTT

OOC: No worries for both I know how it is, btw...I like how you write.

IC: The guard stared at the fallen beast for a moment, watching as it's body twitched. Snapping out of it, he realised that he was still in pain and someone was now speaking to him.

"I'll live. You must be one of th-" He was caught in a spasm of pain from his leg. After a brief moment he continued. "..One of those Jedi. Please will you go...to the white building and report what happened to...a man named Rulic? He should send me some help and a call an early shift change."

The guard clutched his leg again, giving out a short cry of pain. His teary eyes found themselves staring directly into the Jedi's.

"Please! Before more come!"