Expect the unexpected is a famed quote.
People say it all the time. They feel wise, and get this weird smirk on their face after they say it too. It doesn’t mean much, though. It is almost normal for some to think outside that little box of expectations. But then, maybe they just set new expectations. Really, it doesn’t matter, because no one would expect the next move. It’s like the wrong move on the dejarik board that sets up that incredible move. That one jump that makes the crowd sighs in disappointment, then cheer with excitement. The momentum changer that so few expect…well yea – the point is that this is a big moment. At least it better be, seeing as all it’s been written to be.
If it isn’t, then it would be a big waste.
After some heads roll, and the big bad guy…or good guy, mattering what glass you’re looking through, goes buh-bye and all is well something has to happen. Squads got to head back to ship, have their awkward silence, or weird chats about their head counts and what new ‘special’ holovid they had been shipped by their girl back home. Whatever happens, happens, there is no cut scene, new scene sequence. Life actually goes on after a pool of dead bodies are left to be found by some spacer that’s went topsy-turvy and found themselves on a ghostly asteroid base.
However, that scheduled return was not going to go as schedule.
While Bob and Yarrl discussed the new blasters, and Tanner yakked with Jyn about his last visit to Zeltros, Lamar was just freeing himself of the base’s stench. It was rare that he was the last out, but between their serious conversations and sweaty armpits there was no room to notice much. Accidents are a word folks used so often, but normally it’s a simple mistake. If the idiot was just aware of his/her surroundings there wouldn’t be any accident.
Thing was, this would definitely not go down as an accident.
Shien, Ataru, those are two forms lost in the age of the Great Jedi Purge, or so they should have been. However, there were a few exceptions around the galaxy. A few supposed Jedi had kept it alive. So, how does this have to do with an accident, and a mission on an asteroid in the Rims? Well, wait up for a second, impatient one, so that everything is laid on the table.
Now, let it be known, Starworth just aint one of your run of the mill wannabe Jedi. The boys got a little talent, and if you’re paying attention you might remember that he was given a little something from his real life that would keep that beak wet. He got the famed, forgotten, Great Jedi Holocron and what he learned in the ancient device was enough to put harm at bay, and his feet on the pathway.
The basics of Form IV: Ataru’s acrobats, stances, postures and maneuvers set him up; while instinct set his unorthodox Shien style put his lightsaber in reverse. Starworth grew to a force to be reckoned with simply off that, and battle only seasoned his skills. Certainly, he’s no master, but certainly not the type of person to meddle with down a dark alleyway.
Yet, still, that doesn’t really show the connection here. Yeah – Starwort’s got all these skills under his belt, but what does it all mean to the moment? Well, if you must know – he’s going to use those skills. Quick, fast, and easy –so get those ants out your pants and watch carefully, because it might go by too fast.
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The dust kicked up from the ground. Every step set another print. The rigid ends of their boots dug at the asteroid, leaving a memory to be had. No one looked down, they were talking. A static voice edged through their cold helms, dark mask, and dreadful guise. Perched behind were defined sign of changing times.
As a warmth had been built by their chatter, standing as a stark contrast to the cold of space, cold of face, cold of act, Starworth lagged at the rear, one with all the coldness. He was the background, he was the moment before, in all its pain, and was ready to swallow the life after. No one was to escape the demise that had risen with the chaotic blast, and shrieks. Their cries would fall in union with the Vipers, for a new snake had struck with venom that only a lightsaber could compare with.
In an abrupt call for arms, the noxious weapon of choice screeched to life in a vibrant orange. Curiosity turned the trooper’s heads around, but they move so casual, so uninformed and oblivious that the satisfying cries never came. The whirl of wide swings, long swipes, and varied heights came from the thin, orange, beam of light that tore away at arms, legs and heads. Only one gave the reserved striker his much wanted yelp of alarm. The nightmare was complete as he stood at the long line of barley standing foe. They almost seemed like a picture; a moment captured where the black troopers turned about in confusion only to be dismembered. Body parts drooped from their owner’s, while some other’s heads toppled to the land. Crouched at the end was Starworth, his blade pointing to the heavens as the nearest Shadow Stormtrooper took to the earth.
And so it was…
…Imperial Agent Starworth became Starworth gone Rogue.
The Black Knight on a White Square.
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