Post by Swil Kit Fisto on Feb 6, 2008 13:23:47 GMT -4
Swil was en route to his first planet, Manann. He felt as if he could recruit some of his old friends from the Sith, if they hadn’t killed each other first. He had been traveling for 4 days, and realized that the food he brought on board had gone bad, and he was 12 days away from Manann. Discouraged by his newfound news, something else took him by surprise. His radar had broken since take-off, because now Swil was stuck in a tractor beam bringing him aboard a pirate vessel, about half the size of an Empirial Star Destroyer
Swil was angered by these inferior beings. Then he realized that they could have supplies, and he could restock his ‘Paralyzed Rancor’ and that he may have found some new crewmates. He stood by the door waiting for the pirates to open the door. When the door began opening, Swil used his special ability to make two clones of himself from his head tress. These clones were the exact likeness of Swil in look, thought, and action, they were just half Swil’s size.
Swil saw the pirates raise their weapons, which was a wide variety of blasters and stun batons as secondary weapons. The squad captain yelled, “Come out, or we’ll put a blaster bolt right into your skull. Swil just laughed and called back, “I’d love to see you try fools.” Shocked by the response, the commander ordered to open fire. When the smoke cleared Swil was dead on the floor of his ship, or so the pirates thought. The commander led his group of 10 men to Swil’s body. The commander examined the body to find no sign that he was actually shot. Right then Swil grabbed the blaster pistol from the commander’s holdster on his right leg, shot him in the heart and used the force to throw his lightsaber, decapitating three pirates. Swil’s Clones also had gone on the move one of them jamming his lightsaber in a pirates mouth then splitting his head in half, the other simply stabbing one through the heart. Swil ordered them to stop, and glared at the five remaining pirates.
Swil broke the silence, “You going to try and kill me again?” the pirates gave no response, just stupefied looks. “Look, just bring me to the captain of this ship.” They nodded and led them to the captain. In the bridge stood a man that looked like a mercenary. He wore red mandalorian armor with a strange symbol over the left breast and had a blaser rifle the size of a ship’s turret. He was a tall man in stature, about 6’2”, was pale, had a fake eye and on the same side, his face was badly disfigured as if shrapnel had torn through it years earlier. When most people would only see a disfigured face, Swil saw his first recruit.
“Hello captain, Hannibal is it? Your little greeting party seems to have failed. I’m unfortunately still alive.”
“You imbeciles! Why did you bring him here? I ordered you to kill him!”
“Can I answer that?” Swil replied, “I’ll answer it anyway, I told them to bring me here after I killed half the men in the blink of an eye. Now I have a proposition to make…”
“Shut your mouth you ugly lying alien scum.” The captain interjected “I have an entire ship full of men you are in no position to make a proposition.” Annoyed with the captains lack of faith, Swil used force choke on the captain and force wave on everyone else, knocking them against the walls, rendering them unconscious.
“I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Swil Fisto, Gray Jedi Master. You know what Gray means? It means that I have no love for the Jedi or the Sith, so I do as I please, now I have just spared your entire crew in this room, and if you value your life you will listen to my proposition. In exchange for your services I will let you live. How does that sound to ya Skipper?” Swil then released him of the chokehold and waited for an answer.
“I guess I have no choice then…” he replied on one knee, “…I pledge my services to you.”
“Good, rise and gather food for our journey, and perhaps some ship upgrades if you have some. Once we’re done here we’re going to blow this ship to another dimension.”
After, they gathered the supplies and made necessary repairs, the captain gave the self-destruction code. They left in Swil’s no longer ‘Paralyzed Rancor’, and watched the majestic explosion with Hannibal’s crew members still aboard.
Swil was angered by these inferior beings. Then he realized that they could have supplies, and he could restock his ‘Paralyzed Rancor’ and that he may have found some new crewmates. He stood by the door waiting for the pirates to open the door. When the door began opening, Swil used his special ability to make two clones of himself from his head tress. These clones were the exact likeness of Swil in look, thought, and action, they were just half Swil’s size.
Swil saw the pirates raise their weapons, which was a wide variety of blasters and stun batons as secondary weapons. The squad captain yelled, “Come out, or we’ll put a blaster bolt right into your skull. Swil just laughed and called back, “I’d love to see you try fools.” Shocked by the response, the commander ordered to open fire. When the smoke cleared Swil was dead on the floor of his ship, or so the pirates thought. The commander led his group of 10 men to Swil’s body. The commander examined the body to find no sign that he was actually shot. Right then Swil grabbed the blaster pistol from the commander’s holdster on his right leg, shot him in the heart and used the force to throw his lightsaber, decapitating three pirates. Swil’s Clones also had gone on the move one of them jamming his lightsaber in a pirates mouth then splitting his head in half, the other simply stabbing one through the heart. Swil ordered them to stop, and glared at the five remaining pirates.
Swil broke the silence, “You going to try and kill me again?” the pirates gave no response, just stupefied looks. “Look, just bring me to the captain of this ship.” They nodded and led them to the captain. In the bridge stood a man that looked like a mercenary. He wore red mandalorian armor with a strange symbol over the left breast and had a blaser rifle the size of a ship’s turret. He was a tall man in stature, about 6’2”, was pale, had a fake eye and on the same side, his face was badly disfigured as if shrapnel had torn through it years earlier. When most people would only see a disfigured face, Swil saw his first recruit.
“Hello captain, Hannibal is it? Your little greeting party seems to have failed. I’m unfortunately still alive.”
“You imbeciles! Why did you bring him here? I ordered you to kill him!”
“Can I answer that?” Swil replied, “I’ll answer it anyway, I told them to bring me here after I killed half the men in the blink of an eye. Now I have a proposition to make…”
“Shut your mouth you ugly lying alien scum.” The captain interjected “I have an entire ship full of men you are in no position to make a proposition.” Annoyed with the captains lack of faith, Swil used force choke on the captain and force wave on everyone else, knocking them against the walls, rendering them unconscious.
“I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Swil Fisto, Gray Jedi Master. You know what Gray means? It means that I have no love for the Jedi or the Sith, so I do as I please, now I have just spared your entire crew in this room, and if you value your life you will listen to my proposition. In exchange for your services I will let you live. How does that sound to ya Skipper?” Swil then released him of the chokehold and waited for an answer.
“I guess I have no choice then…” he replied on one knee, “…I pledge my services to you.”
“Good, rise and gather food for our journey, and perhaps some ship upgrades if you have some. Once we’re done here we’re going to blow this ship to another dimension.”
After, they gathered the supplies and made necessary repairs, the captain gave the self-destruction code. They left in Swil’s no longer ‘Paralyzed Rancor’, and watched the majestic explosion with Hannibal’s crew members still aboard.
