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He finally walked in to the Czerka zone, looking about warily. He disagreed with Czerka, but they came in handy on worlds like this. He spoke very little, only enough to get the various suits out of his face. There were not many on this planet, not many at all. No where immediate to go either...

Hmm... I like the fight scene's in Bleach because the Naruto ones take to long, and FMA and Death Note.

Day 43 Indigo arouse, blinking. The wookies were making another raid. Recently they had come down where he spen most of his time because of the lack of animals and their actions. A direct result of Indigo, no doubt, but he hid himself in the force whenever they arrived. This one, the leader...

Indigo smiled. He was still running normally, but he ran a lot now. Vidar was doing well, keeping a good distance behind him. But they needed more speed to win the race. ::Vidar... can you feel it? The force, trying to propell you forward? Let it sink in to you, let it send you through this...

He exited the building, not altogether confident or strong-seeming. He took out the datapad he had been given and examined his first target. A street-slasher, double-crossed two businesses. Played a crooked game of Pazaak. Had friends, and the location of all of them. On the run... for maybe the...

Day twelve: He woke up, groggily, and checked his watch. It was around midnight, but beneath the trees where darkness never penetrated night and day had no meaning. He rose, and began to walk, the Spider, as he knew him, following. It was a better hunter than him, and it seemed to follow him...

Indigo smiled. He had never met either of them before, but it was certainly interesting to note what was said. They seemed to be at a line of whether to fight or not. He disagreed with both accounts. It didn't really matter though. He knew what he intended to do at least. Whether his voice was...

[(I'll say this takes place after Return to Origins as well.)] Indigo walked into the room, a sort of shamble/trance that gave the impressiong on not all there. He had not been back for a day, and it seemed everyone else was there. At least the meeting had not commenced. He knew few Jedi now...

The detective shook his head, as that had been the most recent murder. Actually, he consulted his watch. They'ed be there in fifteen minutes to start. He flipped open his communicator, and tried to get a link. No good. "It wouldn't have been, but it's an hour if you walk there, and they'll be...

The detective waited for a fw minutes, impatiently. He had never worked with a Jedi before, so he expected results soon. Indigo shut his eyes, trying to figure out who or what this could have been. These people had to have something to tie them together, but no one else found anything. Why was...

Day nine: He finally touched down his ship on one of Kashyyks abandoned beaches. Clambering out, he immediatly attuned himself to the world, discovering it's multitude of trees, fauna and flora, and life. This world reminded him of home. But the difference was there, as it would always be. It...

Day eight: His eyes awoke, focusing. It was normal hour to wake up... time to go. A tried to get up but realized he didn't want to. He wanted to stay, sitting on this beach for ever. He didn't want to leave his only true home. What about the Station though? Who knew what had happened with the...

He shook his head sadly. Any sort of conventionable evidance had failed. To explain it to the Jedi would be difficult though. If there was conventionable evidance, they wouldn't need a Jedi. "They did not, but we managed to get shoe prints. They go as far as the garbage, outside the building...

The detective shook his head, sadly. "No, no other blood on it. But it was fairly old, and we've traced down the design of it. The company that made it stopped making that specific types years ago. We can't track them through that. Any other ideas?"

He watched him run with the sick equivalent of satisfaction on his face. He was still in the game. But now it was time to continue running. Gripping his blaster tightly, he ran on and on the other direction. Eventually he needed to get to his ship and get off this world. They didn't know where...

He smiled, a slightly manic grin, seeing the man go down. He won. Now to collect his prize, the death of his foe. He grinned, a slight grimace, and then sighed. On the ground, in pain, he still couldn't end someone's life. But he could sure as hell make sure he couldn't come after him soon. The...

The detective walked in the room, starting to speak, glancing at the jedi occasionally. "We've cleaned up all the actual evidance. All the blood samples we got were of Frank Cottle. The murder weapon was a butcher knife, and it was left behind. No fingerprints. The killer used gloves, so we...

He didn't blink, firing another couple shots. He didn't want to speak to the Sith. Still he couldn't resist, saying a couple things. He bit his jaw, his stand ready. His voice cracked a bit, but it was servicable. "I told you, I'm just trying to survive. When a normal man is caught between A...

He ran into an allyway to see if anyone had followed him. Someone was. He grit his teeth, and turned in an 180 degree circle, drawing his weapon and holding it at the ready. His face was grim now. This was the guy that had waited until combat to start, also the violent one from the cantina. He...

He jumped away, feeling the blade nick his armor. This was getting stupid. Jedi, Sith, everyone on all sides. He didn't want this. He wanted to be left alone, was it too much to ask for!? He grit his teeth, and drew a vibroblade. He had no intention of using a lightsaber, that was one of their...