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Alex Rhuen
THEME
ARTWORK BY Aeterium
BIOGRAPHY
Master...
Alex walked back from his daily training smiling. He had done well today, even for four years old. The other apprentices his age were whole lessons behind him in their training, and it showed through their physical activity. Others were just starting to learn how to circulate the Force through out their bodies while Alex had been doing it for a little over a year. He felt elated at his accomplishment, and couldn't wait to tell Master Vance all about it.
Upon his arrival at the encampment, Alex first checked his own tent to find it empty. Matuaki were nomadic by nature, so they had invested in little more than tents for shelter. Alex walked swiftly to Master Vance's tent, the excitement practically bubbling to the surface. He opened the tent flap and frowned. Empty. Where's Master? Alex backed away from the tent and began running around the small nomadic village. No one had seen Master Vance since the morning. Alex kept searching, frantically trying to uncover the where abouts of his Master. He silently hoped it was all one big joke.
"Pack your things, young one," a man said. Alex turned to him, fighting tears. He recognised the man as the group navigator. He was the one who chose where the sect would travel next. "We're going to be leaving at first light." Alex shook his head.
"I can't find Master Vance!" he cried. "We can't leave without him!" The navigator frowned at him before rubbing the top of Alex's head with a thick fingered hand. Alex worked at getting his auburn hair back into place as the man walked away. They couldn't leave without Master, could they?
Alex ran from tent to tent, training ground to training ground, but to no avail. There was only an hour left before night descended upon them, and Alex wasn't about to stay out in the wilderness at night. He started heading back to the village, still fighting the tears that welled up in his blue eyes.
A dark pillar, blurred by his tears, loomed into the clouds above the village. Alex wiped the tears from his eyes and reopened them. He stopped dead in his tracks. The dark pillar was a constant plume of black smoke the rose from building-high flames. Alex hadn't even heard the screams, but he could hear them now. One was louder than the others, and he realized that it was himself who was screaming. He shut his mouth, covering it with his hand as he started running toward the village.
It was complete chaos. Bodies of strangers and his fellow Matukai littered the ground. Men in dark cloaks and armor, wielding bright red beams of light, attacked every Matukai they could find. Why would anyone attack the Matukai?
Alex didn't even have time to react before he was lifted off his feet and carried at a man's hip. He looked up to see the navigator. "You got to go, Alex!" he yelled above the sounds of chaos booming around them. The man carried him for about two minutes until he finally tossed Alex into the village shuttle. The navigator stayed outside the shuttle, panting as he stared at Alex's wide, bewildered eyes. "Live free, Alex." He gasped as a bright crimson beam shot through his chest. The beam retracted and the navigator hit the button to close the door as he fell to his knees. The door slid shut and locked. The engines began to rumble and Alex felt the shuttle take off. He sat in a chair and wept.
Lost and Found
The fist connected perfectly with his jaw. Alex fell back onto the ground with a yelp of pain. He tried crawling away but something had a hold of his ankle. He was flipped over onto his back, the puddle underneath him on the permacrete soaking his shirt and trousers. Fist after fist slammed into his cheeks and jaw. He raised his arms to protect himself but there was little he could do. The punches blew passed his defenses and if he didn't hit himself with his own fists, Alex was hit squarely by his attacker.
On and on the boys took turns. Alex had lost everything he had ever known only a couple months prior, and there he was getting pummeled by a bunch of adolescents he didn't even know. It was fitting, Alex thought with despair, that he would be killed like the rest of his people. The tears stopped flowing and Alex adopted a apathetic expression as the kids beat him. He was only four years old, and they were much older than him, but he had bumped into the wrong person and said the wrong things. He deserved it.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Stop!" A girl's voice. A glimmer of hope.
"What's it to y-" Something clanged against metal, echoing through the alley. Alex kept his eyes closed, hearing the scampering of several pairs of feet on the permacrete. Then something metal dropped to the ground and a single pair of feet padded their way over to him. At first he felt her knees, barely touching his arm as she knelt down carefully beside him. She poked him at first, then started shaking him.
"Are you okay? Wake up!" she cried. Alex opened his eyes shaking his head slowly. Every part of him hurt and he knew he was bruised and cut badly. He could taste the blood running from either his nose or his forehead, he couldn't tell which one was bleeding worse. The girl sighed, relaxing a little. "C'mon, I'll take you home." She helped him to his feet, and as Alex draped an arm over her shoulders and leaned on her, she walked down the alley toward a large apartment complex.
"Who the hell is this!?" the man asked. Man? He was a teenager, and that was more of a man than Alex was. The girl sat Alex down on a well cushioned couch that had several days worth of dust burst out of it when he sat down.
"They were beating him up! They were probably going to kill him!" the girl said. The teenager sighed, rolling his eyes. Alex drifted off into a involuntary sleep as the teenager approached him with a personal medical kit. He awoke to find the teenager sitting across from him in a metal folding chair, and the girl curled up next to him on the couch.
"What's your name, kid?" the teenager asked, his expression drilling coldly into him. Alex stared blankly at him. Did he want to beat Alex up too?
"Alex," Alex muttered. "Alex Rhuen."
"Well Alex, you're lucky that Lara got to you when she did," he said. "Any longer and you might have not survived the night." Alex looked away from him, turning his gaze to the curled up ball of dark brown hair and petite limbs next to him. She saved him. "Where are you from, Alex?"
"We travelled alot. We didn't spend alot of time anywhere," Alex answered numbly.
"What do you mean 'we?" the teenager asked. Alex thought of Master Vance, who had no doubt been killed by the bad men, and the rest of the people Alex had ever cared for who were killed as well.
"Matukai. I was in training when bad people came and started killing everyone," Alex said. The teenager nodded his head slowly, feigning understanding.
"Well, Alex, I'm not going to pretend to know what the hell that is," he said after a moment of silence. "Lara wants you to stay with us; to be apart of the little family that consists of only her and myself." Alex turned a numb stare to him. He would tell Alex to get lost, no doubt. "So if you want to, you can stay with us." There was that glimmer of hope again. The small star in his heart that screamed against the dark silence, telling Alex that everything was going to be okay. He turned his gaze back to Lara who stirred.
Escape the Fall
"Hello? Skyler!? Thank goodness!" Lara cried into the comlink. Alex turned from the window, his blue eyes catching Lara's bright hazel eyes that were glazed with tears. They were aboard a Jedi shuttle, going who knew where. Many Jedi were crying. They had all felt the sudden shock of millions dying all at once. Lara had been frantically trying to reach Skyler on his comlink for hours. From the sound of it, he was doing okay. Alex blocked out Lara's conversation, even as she squeezed his hand with a mixture of joy and excitement.
He wondered why the Jedi had taken him instead of one of their own. Lara brought Alex to the Jedi after she had become a padawan herself. Alex told the Masters of his village, and said that he didn't want to be a Jedi. They accepted his word, but couldn't just kick a child out into the streets to fend for himself. He was allowed to stay with Lara, who claimed that Alex was her brother. Alex smiled to himself at the thought of it.
While Lara was out training with the Jedi, Alex spent his time practicing what he already knew of the Matukai training. Without a Master, however, he was only able to develop from what he already knew, which was close to nothing. He could strengthen and speed his movements, and he got really good at doing so, but that was it. It was frustrating for Alex, who constantly complained about it to Lara. Lara didn't understand how he felt, or why he wouldn't just join the Jedi and be a padawan with her.
Alex had gone to the library and started researching what the Jedi knew of the Matukai. What he found wasn't much, but it was enough and something new. He had practiced the new content daily as he had before for several months. That's when Coruscant was invaded and they had been evacuated.
Alex broke away from his thoughts and turned his gaze back to Lara who closed the comlink with a sigh of relief and put it in her pocket. She turned to him and smiled. "Skyler is okay. His unit was evacuated," she said. "He doesn't know where they're taking him though."
"We don't know where we're going," Alex muttered, turning his gaze to the dark of space and twinkling stars beyond the transparasteel beyond the port. Lara squeezed his hand again.
"It doesn't matter where we're going, Alex," she said. He turned back to her, raising a brow. She smiled. "We have each other, and that's all we need!" Alex smiled at her and turned away. She always knew how to get him to cheer up, if he had even been down; Alex didn't care for Coruscant to begin with, and now that it was gone, he was almost happier. The people are what he cared about, not the planet. Why did the Sith always have to kill everyone? Why couldn't they leave everyone alone?
Pilgrim
Alex was fourteen and had trained as best he could with the Jedi's information on the Matukai. He had perfect balance, could control his temperature, and had complete control of his body. His martial arts were like nothing the Jedi had seen in a very long time. While their padawans were learning from the seven forms, Alex kept to himself and practiced the martial arts he had learned before the slaughter of his village. The time came however, when he ran out of things to learn. Months of researched later, he had just landed on Korvoss II, the planet the Matukai originated from.
He walked down the ramp of the shuttle, feeling the cool breeze instantly. Green grass swayed with it, as did his black shirt and trousers. The planet looked peaceful enough. He would have to bring Lara and Skyler here sometime, he thought. First things first, he needed to find... well... anything about the Matukai.
Two small statues not to far away caught his eyes. He made his way over to them. They marked the entrance into an underground corridor. Alex descended the steps and made his way down the pitch black corridor. He relied on the Force to know where he was going, and eventually it led him into a large cavern with several hundred squared meters of space. As soon as Alex stepped into it, torches lit up along the walls. How they had lit, Alex didn't know.
He sauntered throughout the cavern, taking note of all the carvings and statues that were arranged along the walls and on shelves cut into the rock. Goosebumps ran up his spine and he shivered. There was nothing here that he wanted it seemed. Alex turned to head back to the outside when he was stopped by a blueish, transparant figure standing before him. Hood robes covered her body and she held a polearm with a single edged blade at the end in her right hand. Alex's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"You have been trained as a Matukai..." the figure hissed. Alex nodded slowly, still not believing what he was seeing. Was this a ghost?
"Only a little. I came here to learn more," he said. The figure tilted her head.
"You came to learn more from the dead?" she asked.
"No," Alex said, shaking his head. "Not from the dead. I wanted a holocron or something."
"Then how would you learn?" the figure scoffed. "One can not learn as a Matukai does without a Master." Alex gulped.
"My Master was killed, along with the others we travelled with, years ago by the Sith," he said, growing quiet as he remembered that night.
"Unfortunate then, that you have been forced to forage the galaxy for a new Master," the figure hissed, nodding her head from under her hood. "Do you know who I am, young one?" Alex shook his head. He couldn't tell from the azure glow about her, but he thought he could see her expression show annoyance. "Do they not teach you history anymore? I am the founder, and I will teach you to be a true Matukai!" That glimmer of hope. How he wanted to be a Matukai to protect that glimmer of hope.
Rebel Swordsman
Stormtrooper had Alex surrounded. They aimed their blaster rifles at him as he kept his blue eyes on the squad leader. The man wore a grin that screamed to be smacked off. They thought they had another rebel prisoner. They were going to get promotions and praise from their masters.
Alex lowered his gaze down to the katana sheathed at his left hip. His left thumb pressed against the tsuba, unlocking it from the sheath with a small click. His mind wandered for a moment, traveling back to when he had made the sword. He had completed his training with the Founder's ghost, and when she had instructed him to make an wan-shen as was the Matukai way, he refused and made the katana instead. He wasn't a Matukai, not yet at least. Matukai didn't involve themselves in the happenings of the galaxy; Alex wanted to join the rebellion. Only after he had defeated his enemy and there was peace in the galaxy would he call himself a Matukai and construct a wan-shen.
It was then that he returned to Lara to tell her that he was going to join the Rebellion. Skyler had already joined, she had told him when voicing her outrage at the decision. Alex let her rant before telling her that it was something he had to do. She had accused him of wanting revenge. No, that wasn't it, he had told her; he wanted to save the small twinkle he saw in her- the glimmer of hope that he had consistently felt since she saved him on Coruscant. He visited her from time to time. She would always be overly excited for the visit and stop anything she had planned or was doing for it. Everytime he left, he knew he'd back, but he knew that wouldn't stop him from missing her dearly.
Now at the age of seventeen, he was surrounded by the enemy had had sworn to fight, and they had no idea just who they were trying to capture. A trooper stepped up from behind Alex, trying to cuff him with restraining cuffs. Alex spun, and before the stormtrooper could even blink, Alex pulled the katana from its sheath with his right hand and severed the man's head. It took a moment for the stormtroopers to realize what had just happened and start shooting, but Alex was already on another stormtrooper, slicing through his armor and flesh with naturally Force assisted speed.
One by one, the stormtroopers fell, spraying and oozing blood into pools around them. The squad leader was the last of the stormtroopers. He had backed himself up to a tree and whimpered as Alex approached. His black coat, reaching all the way down to his heels, swayed as he sauntered, his blue gaze showing only apathy. The squad leader whimpered and tried to get to his feet to run. Alex stopped him, thrusting the katana through the man's mouth and into the tree, pinning him there as the man fell into the void of death. Alex stared at the corpse, pinned to the tree by his sword. He didn't want to kill people, or to fight a war, but his glimmer of hope had to be protected. The glimmer of hope for the entire galaxy had to be protected, and he wouldn't stop until it was safe.
THEME
ARTWORK BY Aeterium
| SPECIES | HUMAN |
| AGE | 17 |
| GENDER | MALE |
| HEIGHT | 5'6" |
| WEIGHT | 145LBS |
| EYES | BLUE |
| HAIR | AUBURN |
| SKIN | PALE |
| FORCE SENSITIVE | YES |
| STRENGTH ++++++++++ | Alex's training as a Matukai has kept him in top physical shape. The Force flows rapidly through his body as if it were second nature to him, allowing him to amplify his strength without much thought behind the feat. He is however, only seventeen and still has room to grow stronger. |
| DEXTERITY ++++++++++ | Having trained in the meditative martial arts used as a focus point by the Matukai, Alex has become extremely agile. Without a proper teacher however, Alex isn't as agile as he should be at his age and stage of training. Despite the set back, Alex is still extremely agile on his own, let alone when he adds the Force into the mix. |
| CONSTITUTION ++++++++++ | Alex is very healthy. Having taken the Matukai idea that the body is a precious thing, Alex cleans daily and excercises daily to keep in the best physical shape possible. |
| INTELLIGENCE ++++++++++ | Alex has never been to any schooling or read any books. His focus is martial arts and protecting those that protected him when he needed it. |
| WISDOM ++++++++++ | Alex hasn't lived long enough to be very wise. |
| CHARISMA ++++++++++ | Aside from Lara and Skyler, Alex hasn't had much interaction with others. He has a general understanding of how to talk to people, but he prefers not to. |
| GEAR |
Alex wields a katana made from impervium. Having made the blade with the Force, it can stand against lightsabers and is just as, if not more, powerful than lightsabers. It never dulls, the Force keeping the blade sharp so long as Alex refrains from neglecting it. |
BIOGRAPHY
Master...
Alex walked back from his daily training smiling. He had done well today, even for four years old. The other apprentices his age were whole lessons behind him in their training, and it showed through their physical activity. Others were just starting to learn how to circulate the Force through out their bodies while Alex had been doing it for a little over a year. He felt elated at his accomplishment, and couldn't wait to tell Master Vance all about it.
Upon his arrival at the encampment, Alex first checked his own tent to find it empty. Matuaki were nomadic by nature, so they had invested in little more than tents for shelter. Alex walked swiftly to Master Vance's tent, the excitement practically bubbling to the surface. He opened the tent flap and frowned. Empty. Where's Master? Alex backed away from the tent and began running around the small nomadic village. No one had seen Master Vance since the morning. Alex kept searching, frantically trying to uncover the where abouts of his Master. He silently hoped it was all one big joke.
"Pack your things, young one," a man said. Alex turned to him, fighting tears. He recognised the man as the group navigator. He was the one who chose where the sect would travel next. "We're going to be leaving at first light." Alex shook his head.
"I can't find Master Vance!" he cried. "We can't leave without him!" The navigator frowned at him before rubbing the top of Alex's head with a thick fingered hand. Alex worked at getting his auburn hair back into place as the man walked away. They couldn't leave without Master, could they?
Alex ran from tent to tent, training ground to training ground, but to no avail. There was only an hour left before night descended upon them, and Alex wasn't about to stay out in the wilderness at night. He started heading back to the village, still fighting the tears that welled up in his blue eyes.
A dark pillar, blurred by his tears, loomed into the clouds above the village. Alex wiped the tears from his eyes and reopened them. He stopped dead in his tracks. The dark pillar was a constant plume of black smoke the rose from building-high flames. Alex hadn't even heard the screams, but he could hear them now. One was louder than the others, and he realized that it was himself who was screaming. He shut his mouth, covering it with his hand as he started running toward the village.
It was complete chaos. Bodies of strangers and his fellow Matukai littered the ground. Men in dark cloaks and armor, wielding bright red beams of light, attacked every Matukai they could find. Why would anyone attack the Matukai?
Alex didn't even have time to react before he was lifted off his feet and carried at a man's hip. He looked up to see the navigator. "You got to go, Alex!" he yelled above the sounds of chaos booming around them. The man carried him for about two minutes until he finally tossed Alex into the village shuttle. The navigator stayed outside the shuttle, panting as he stared at Alex's wide, bewildered eyes. "Live free, Alex." He gasped as a bright crimson beam shot through his chest. The beam retracted and the navigator hit the button to close the door as he fell to his knees. The door slid shut and locked. The engines began to rumble and Alex felt the shuttle take off. He sat in a chair and wept.
Lost and Found
The fist connected perfectly with his jaw. Alex fell back onto the ground with a yelp of pain. He tried crawling away but something had a hold of his ankle. He was flipped over onto his back, the puddle underneath him on the permacrete soaking his shirt and trousers. Fist after fist slammed into his cheeks and jaw. He raised his arms to protect himself but there was little he could do. The punches blew passed his defenses and if he didn't hit himself with his own fists, Alex was hit squarely by his attacker.
On and on the boys took turns. Alex had lost everything he had ever known only a couple months prior, and there he was getting pummeled by a bunch of adolescents he didn't even know. It was fitting, Alex thought with despair, that he would be killed like the rest of his people. The tears stopped flowing and Alex adopted a apathetic expression as the kids beat him. He was only four years old, and they were much older than him, but he had bumped into the wrong person and said the wrong things. He deserved it.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Stop!" A girl's voice. A glimmer of hope.
"What's it to y-" Something clanged against metal, echoing through the alley. Alex kept his eyes closed, hearing the scampering of several pairs of feet on the permacrete. Then something metal dropped to the ground and a single pair of feet padded their way over to him. At first he felt her knees, barely touching his arm as she knelt down carefully beside him. She poked him at first, then started shaking him.
"Are you okay? Wake up!" she cried. Alex opened his eyes shaking his head slowly. Every part of him hurt and he knew he was bruised and cut badly. He could taste the blood running from either his nose or his forehead, he couldn't tell which one was bleeding worse. The girl sighed, relaxing a little. "C'mon, I'll take you home." She helped him to his feet, and as Alex draped an arm over her shoulders and leaned on her, she walked down the alley toward a large apartment complex.
"Who the hell is this!?" the man asked. Man? He was a teenager, and that was more of a man than Alex was. The girl sat Alex down on a well cushioned couch that had several days worth of dust burst out of it when he sat down.
"They were beating him up! They were probably going to kill him!" the girl said. The teenager sighed, rolling his eyes. Alex drifted off into a involuntary sleep as the teenager approached him with a personal medical kit. He awoke to find the teenager sitting across from him in a metal folding chair, and the girl curled up next to him on the couch.
"What's your name, kid?" the teenager asked, his expression drilling coldly into him. Alex stared blankly at him. Did he want to beat Alex up too?
"Alex," Alex muttered. "Alex Rhuen."
"Well Alex, you're lucky that Lara got to you when she did," he said. "Any longer and you might have not survived the night." Alex looked away from him, turning his gaze to the curled up ball of dark brown hair and petite limbs next to him. She saved him. "Where are you from, Alex?"
"We travelled alot. We didn't spend alot of time anywhere," Alex answered numbly.
"What do you mean 'we?" the teenager asked. Alex thought of Master Vance, who had no doubt been killed by the bad men, and the rest of the people Alex had ever cared for who were killed as well.
"Matukai. I was in training when bad people came and started killing everyone," Alex said. The teenager nodded his head slowly, feigning understanding.
"Well, Alex, I'm not going to pretend to know what the hell that is," he said after a moment of silence. "Lara wants you to stay with us; to be apart of the little family that consists of only her and myself." Alex turned a numb stare to him. He would tell Alex to get lost, no doubt. "So if you want to, you can stay with us." There was that glimmer of hope again. The small star in his heart that screamed against the dark silence, telling Alex that everything was going to be okay. He turned his gaze back to Lara who stirred.
Escape the Fall
"Hello? Skyler!? Thank goodness!" Lara cried into the comlink. Alex turned from the window, his blue eyes catching Lara's bright hazel eyes that were glazed with tears. They were aboard a Jedi shuttle, going who knew where. Many Jedi were crying. They had all felt the sudden shock of millions dying all at once. Lara had been frantically trying to reach Skyler on his comlink for hours. From the sound of it, he was doing okay. Alex blocked out Lara's conversation, even as she squeezed his hand with a mixture of joy and excitement.
He wondered why the Jedi had taken him instead of one of their own. Lara brought Alex to the Jedi after she had become a padawan herself. Alex told the Masters of his village, and said that he didn't want to be a Jedi. They accepted his word, but couldn't just kick a child out into the streets to fend for himself. He was allowed to stay with Lara, who claimed that Alex was her brother. Alex smiled to himself at the thought of it.
While Lara was out training with the Jedi, Alex spent his time practicing what he already knew of the Matukai training. Without a Master, however, he was only able to develop from what he already knew, which was close to nothing. He could strengthen and speed his movements, and he got really good at doing so, but that was it. It was frustrating for Alex, who constantly complained about it to Lara. Lara didn't understand how he felt, or why he wouldn't just join the Jedi and be a padawan with her.
Alex had gone to the library and started researching what the Jedi knew of the Matukai. What he found wasn't much, but it was enough and something new. He had practiced the new content daily as he had before for several months. That's when Coruscant was invaded and they had been evacuated.
Alex broke away from his thoughts and turned his gaze back to Lara who closed the comlink with a sigh of relief and put it in her pocket. She turned to him and smiled. "Skyler is okay. His unit was evacuated," she said. "He doesn't know where they're taking him though."
"We don't know where we're going," Alex muttered, turning his gaze to the dark of space and twinkling stars beyond the transparasteel beyond the port. Lara squeezed his hand again.
"It doesn't matter where we're going, Alex," she said. He turned back to her, raising a brow. She smiled. "We have each other, and that's all we need!" Alex smiled at her and turned away. She always knew how to get him to cheer up, if he had even been down; Alex didn't care for Coruscant to begin with, and now that it was gone, he was almost happier. The people are what he cared about, not the planet. Why did the Sith always have to kill everyone? Why couldn't they leave everyone alone?
Pilgrim
Alex was fourteen and had trained as best he could with the Jedi's information on the Matukai. He had perfect balance, could control his temperature, and had complete control of his body. His martial arts were like nothing the Jedi had seen in a very long time. While their padawans were learning from the seven forms, Alex kept to himself and practiced the martial arts he had learned before the slaughter of his village. The time came however, when he ran out of things to learn. Months of researched later, he had just landed on Korvoss II, the planet the Matukai originated from.
He walked down the ramp of the shuttle, feeling the cool breeze instantly. Green grass swayed with it, as did his black shirt and trousers. The planet looked peaceful enough. He would have to bring Lara and Skyler here sometime, he thought. First things first, he needed to find... well... anything about the Matukai.
Two small statues not to far away caught his eyes. He made his way over to them. They marked the entrance into an underground corridor. Alex descended the steps and made his way down the pitch black corridor. He relied on the Force to know where he was going, and eventually it led him into a large cavern with several hundred squared meters of space. As soon as Alex stepped into it, torches lit up along the walls. How they had lit, Alex didn't know.
He sauntered throughout the cavern, taking note of all the carvings and statues that were arranged along the walls and on shelves cut into the rock. Goosebumps ran up his spine and he shivered. There was nothing here that he wanted it seemed. Alex turned to head back to the outside when he was stopped by a blueish, transparant figure standing before him. Hood robes covered her body and she held a polearm with a single edged blade at the end in her right hand. Alex's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"You have been trained as a Matukai..." the figure hissed. Alex nodded slowly, still not believing what he was seeing. Was this a ghost?
"Only a little. I came here to learn more," he said. The figure tilted her head.
"You came to learn more from the dead?" she asked.
"No," Alex said, shaking his head. "Not from the dead. I wanted a holocron or something."
"Then how would you learn?" the figure scoffed. "One can not learn as a Matukai does without a Master." Alex gulped.
"My Master was killed, along with the others we travelled with, years ago by the Sith," he said, growing quiet as he remembered that night.
"Unfortunate then, that you have been forced to forage the galaxy for a new Master," the figure hissed, nodding her head from under her hood. "Do you know who I am, young one?" Alex shook his head. He couldn't tell from the azure glow about her, but he thought he could see her expression show annoyance. "Do they not teach you history anymore? I am the founder, and I will teach you to be a true Matukai!" That glimmer of hope. How he wanted to be a Matukai to protect that glimmer of hope.
Rebel Swordsman
Stormtrooper had Alex surrounded. They aimed their blaster rifles at him as he kept his blue eyes on the squad leader. The man wore a grin that screamed to be smacked off. They thought they had another rebel prisoner. They were going to get promotions and praise from their masters.
Alex lowered his gaze down to the katana sheathed at his left hip. His left thumb pressed against the tsuba, unlocking it from the sheath with a small click. His mind wandered for a moment, traveling back to when he had made the sword. He had completed his training with the Founder's ghost, and when she had instructed him to make an wan-shen as was the Matukai way, he refused and made the katana instead. He wasn't a Matukai, not yet at least. Matukai didn't involve themselves in the happenings of the galaxy; Alex wanted to join the rebellion. Only after he had defeated his enemy and there was peace in the galaxy would he call himself a Matukai and construct a wan-shen.
It was then that he returned to Lara to tell her that he was going to join the Rebellion. Skyler had already joined, she had told him when voicing her outrage at the decision. Alex let her rant before telling her that it was something he had to do. She had accused him of wanting revenge. No, that wasn't it, he had told her; he wanted to save the small twinkle he saw in her- the glimmer of hope that he had consistently felt since she saved him on Coruscant. He visited her from time to time. She would always be overly excited for the visit and stop anything she had planned or was doing for it. Everytime he left, he knew he'd back, but he knew that wouldn't stop him from missing her dearly.
Now at the age of seventeen, he was surrounded by the enemy had had sworn to fight, and they had no idea just who they were trying to capture. A trooper stepped up from behind Alex, trying to cuff him with restraining cuffs. Alex spun, and before the stormtrooper could even blink, Alex pulled the katana from its sheath with his right hand and severed the man's head. It took a moment for the stormtroopers to realize what had just happened and start shooting, but Alex was already on another stormtrooper, slicing through his armor and flesh with naturally Force assisted speed.
One by one, the stormtroopers fell, spraying and oozing blood into pools around them. The squad leader was the last of the stormtroopers. He had backed himself up to a tree and whimpered as Alex approached. His black coat, reaching all the way down to his heels, swayed as he sauntered, his blue gaze showing only apathy. The squad leader whimpered and tried to get to his feet to run. Alex stopped him, thrusting the katana through the man's mouth and into the tree, pinning him there as the man fell into the void of death. Alex stared at the corpse, pinned to the tree by his sword. He didn't want to kill people, or to fight a war, but his glimmer of hope had to be protected. The glimmer of hope for the entire galaxy had to be protected, and he wouldn't stop until it was safe.
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