Ok. I have wrote this on one of the starwars forums I am on and thought I might post it here. It is a star wars fan fiction but I figured there are enough people that like starwars here that somone might wana read it.... so here it goes. I will post little bits at a time so it does not take to long to read each post.

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Memories of Pain, and a past life.


The call rang out from the Jedi temple for all Jedi to return. Jaxson Pax, Jedi knight ran
through the now vacant hauls to see what the trouble was.

As he ran a terrible feeling came over him. He passed the security recordings and played
them back to see one of the Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, killing the younglings.

Shock, fear, and confusion gripped at his soul. He had to get out! All the other Jedi were
dead! “Run! GET OUT!!” his mind screamed at him.

“NO!!” Jaxson sat up in bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and soaking his cloths. It
had been seventeen years since the day, but is spirit had never forgiven itself for
abandoning the other Jedi. Since that time he had left his Jedi past behind him and was
known only as the smuggler that he now was.

“Jax! Get out here!” a angered voice called from outside his room door. Jaxson
recognized the voice as Vek, his captain. Jax now worked for the mysterious crime lord
Seran.

Jaxson hopped out of bead and walked to the door with an angered face. He pushed the
button and the door slid open with a hiss. Lifting his hand he struck Vek in the face with
a stiff fist and sent the Caridan flying across the hallway.

“I work for you, I don’t serve you.” Jaxson drew the fine line. “Well, you better get out
here soon.” Vek said with a shiver of fear in him. Jaxson was nearly seven feet tall,
medium build, short brown hair, deadly brown eyes, and a face that showed more trouble
than most could live through.

Jaxson was only thirty five years old, and looked no more than twenty. He had become a
Jedi Knight at the very young age of 18. One of the youngest in the Jedi history.

Jaxson walked out onto the bridge of the rickety old freighter that he had recently called
his home. It wasn’t a great place, but it was the only job he had.

“Jax, take over those gun turrets! Yiritelze get down and see what you can do about that
energy leek!” Vek yelled out orders. Yiritelze hopped out of the gunners seat as Jaxson
approached and ran off to take care of his duties.

Jaxson Pax moved himself in comfortably to the seat as he fixed his crosshairs on one of
the three tie fighters that had taken up chase of the freighter. The lasers blazed and the
first tie went up in a ball of flames that filled Jaxson’s view.

The ship excelerated past the debris as Jaxson locked onto the other one. He had not
abandon the force altogether. He still used it in every day situations. It lead him to his
next target as he puled the triggers without even looking up at his screen, his attention on
a new arrival that walked past the opening of his small compartment.

The third fighter went up in a blaze of smoke and fire as Jaxson pulled the trigger for the
last time. It was almost routine now. Make a load, fight off a low amount of resistance,
and sell it to some guy who they don’t even know.

It didn’t take a Jedi to figure out that Seran was working for the Empire. That’s why
Jaxson had his resignation all ready for submission.

The remainder of the space flight was routine, besides the strange new passenger they had
acquired by unknown means... unknown to Jaxson that was.

More than anything that caught Jaxson’s attention was a strange feeling that he got when
he came close to her. As if something inside her was calling gout to him, like something
lived inside her, something dark and evil.

Her hair was a dark red and hung straight to her waist, her dark green eyes revealing a
dangerous soul and a deadly anger. She had naturally tanned skin, and wore a black
leather shirt, black leather pants, and a strange looking maroon armor. The armor
consisted of an arm guard for each arm, and a leg guard for each leg, as well as a breast
plate and back cover.

Jaxson waited until the ship landed, then handed in his resignation as he walked off the
ship. “What’s this?” Vek asked curiously. “If you can’t read it then it’s not my
problem.” Jaxson said callously.

Jaxson walked off as Vek unfolded the piece of paper. “Jaxson Pax! If you go through
with this you’ll regret it!” Vek yelled after him. Jaxson continued on his way as though
he didn’t even hear the man speak.

“Seran is wise indeed if he can foresee this. Kill him Arora.” Vek said with a vile tone.

“As you wish.” Arora replied as she walked up beside Vek, her red hair blowing in the
wind as she tightened the strap on her maroon arm guard.

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Ok here is the next one. Not sure if anyone is reading this but oh well.
It's a bit long so bear with me. Please feel free to tell me what you think and/or give advice on how I might improve. thanks!






Jaxson Made his way to the local cantina. “What can I get you sir?” the bartender asked.

“Something strong.” Jaxson replied. The bartender nodded and soon brought him back a
glass of a red liquid. Taking the glass Jaxson walked over to sit on one of the stools that
lined the bar.

“Your in my spot.” a large man said as he approached. Jaxson smiled as he looked at the
man who was probably close to twice his size.

“Move!” the man said forcefully. “Well, I was going to. But since you asked so nicely.”
Jaxson stood to his feet and brought his palm to the man’s face with a forceful blow. The
man was sent flying across the room and into the side of a mettle table.

Jaxson finished his drink and then exited the establishment. But to his dismay he was
faced with yet another problem. There stood Arora, as if she were waiting for him.
Jaxson could feel her anger, her hate. “Don’t tell me. Vek sent me to kill you.” Jaxson
said sarcastically as he walked casually past her.

Arora stood stationary, her long hair blowing in the breeze. Then, in a flash of movement
she brought a red glowing blade to his throat. “My master, Lord Seran has sent me. If
you do not work for him, you must be killed.” Arora informed him.

“Get that thing out of my face.” Jaxson said with a quite low tone that stroke fear even
into Arora’s heart. Jaxson spoke with such demand and hatred, she could feel the force
flowing through him.

“I said get that out of my face!” Jaxson flashed his green lightsaber blade out of his secret
pocket on his clothing. With a single swift swipe he caught the Sith off guard and sent
her blade away from him.

Arora jumped into the fight and was on top of him within seconds. Her red blade flashing
as she twirled it. Arora passed her blade behind her back and came up towards Jax’s leg.
Jaxson jumped over her, but before his feat touched the ground her blade was on an
intercept cours. He barely had time to block as he was pushed back by the force of her
blow.

Jaxson went into a forwards roll, coming up to his feet. But once again he was hard
pressed to keep the red blade from cutting into him. “You can’t win! Give up and come
to my master and your life will be spared.” Arora offered as they fought.

Jaxson was forced back to the edge of the building, a straight drop off below him. He
knew he couldn’t win this battle. “Ok!” Jaxson agreed. Arora halted her swing just a few
inches from his head. “Tell your boss that I’ll...” Jaxson was about to agree as he noticed
something coming down below. “Tell your boss that I don’t work for Emperial scum!”
he said jumping backwards off the ledge. He fell down, landing on the speeder and was
carried off to safety.

“Hey! What’s the matter with you?!” the speeder’s pilot yelled out the window just
before Jaxson jumped off onto another building.

Jaxson took off to find transport off the planet. But once again he was approached by a
shady character. This time the man had with him a group of seven others. Jaxson drew
his blaster and pointed it at the leading man’s head. “Come another step and I’ll blow it
off.” Jaxson warned him.

“Were not enemies...” the man insisted. “We are here to ask if you would like to help us.
We have the location of an Emperial weapons stash, were planing to blow it up.” the man
told him.

Jax sensed his intentions, they were as he said. Jaxson lowered his blaster. “And what
makes you think I would be the slightest bit interested in risking my life to help you?”
Jaxson asked mockingly. “Because in the process we intend to capture and bring the
supplier of these weapons to trial.” the man explained.

“Seran?” Jaxson asked. The man nodded with a slight smile. “You seem to handle
yourself well in battle, especially with that blade of yours.” “You tell anyone of that
blade and that will be the last thing you say.” Jaxson warned him.

“I’m not here to fight you. I just want to know if your willing to help.” came the annoyed
reply. Jaxson thought about his options. He knew that Arora would not quit chasing him
as long as Seran was paying her to do so. Perhaps this was his lucky break. After all
these years it certainly wouldn’t be out of turn.

“All right, I’ll help.” Jaxson agreed. “I’ll help stop Seran for ten thousand credits.”
“Were not looking for mercenaries.” the man denied his request. “I would say getting
that assassin off your back would be good enough reason to help. As well as a five
percent split in the profits.”

“All right.” Jaxson agreed hesitantly. “When do we leave?” “Now.” the man answered.
“Good.” Jaxs said to himself.

Jaxs turned and followed the other men out as they made there way to there ship and left
for the planet of Abregado-Rae. Abregado-Rae had long been a common destination for
smugglers and free-traders. It was no surprise to Jax that Seran would base his operations
there.

As the long slender, greyish looking ship rose into the sky Arora stood on a building
watching. With a push of a hidden button under her wrist armor she brought an anchient
Sith fighter up to her, jumped in, and took off in persute of the ship.

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