The Looking Glass....(Closed)

[Shreth]

OOC: Setting: Many times in the past and during healing within The Massacare (The Reunion of the Outcasted).(END OCC)


<a href=http://www20.brinkster.com/saxwalker/Shreth--Passion%20Hurt.wav>It hurts sometimes more than we could bear, if we could live withourt passion maybe we could find some kind of peace... But we would be hollow... Empty rooms, shuttered and dank, without passion, we'd be truely dead.</a>

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"Counciler Dralis?"

"Yes Shreth?"

"Where's Skroth?"

"He's not here."

"Were'd he go?"

"He... ran away."


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Lies... It was all lies... Floating in the bacta tank aboard The Massacare was Shreth, healing from his recent wounds by Gabe... Not so much him as his counterpart Livia... Damn her and her Vampyric speed, he would have to get his revenge on that one latter... But now was the time for healing for them all.

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Outside booms could be heard, as well as faint, constant tapping with an occasional flash of light... A storm. Most of the children of the orphanage were huddled in there bunks, hopeing to be safe from the 'explosions in the sky'.

Turning from the window, Shreth looks behind him, they were coming, the Jedi Gang, bringing with them there yellow broomsticks, mock lightsabers. Shreth remembered when he was part of them, weilding his own yellow 'lightsaber', only they would all attack Skroth on a daily baisis... But now that he was gone they needed someone else to beat... And that someone was Shreth.

Pulling out his 'lightsaber', now painted red from the other members during one night, Shreth was ready for the fight.

The first attack was easly blocked with his stick, and he then kicked the attacker in the gut, backing him off. The second attacker was able to get in a hit, slamming her broomstick into Shreth back just as thunder was heard, causeing many of the smaller children to scream in fear.

How ironic Thought Shreth, in the bacta container Looks alot like to me that I'm the Jedi being attacked by the Sith instead of the other way around.

Shreth then swung his stick at the second attacker hitting her across the temple and knocking her unconsiouse as a third and fourth attacker moved in, the third rammed into Shreth football player style, smashing him into the wall putting him down onto the ground, the fourth began to kick him the ribs then the stomach one the 'evil one' was on his back.

Grabbing the kickers shoe, he pulled down, taking of the attackers shoe, he then threw it at the guy, hitting him in the face, knocking him away from Shreth, allowing him to get up just as the one who tackled him reached him, who was met with a foot-sweep, knocking the third attacker to the ground. And Shreth knocks him out with a rage-filled kick to the temple... And his all white shoe now had blood on it... Not much, but some... That one would need medical attention.


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Shreth twitched within his bacta tank as the memory of the fight continued before his closed eyes.

No child should have gone through that... No one... What in god's name were we thinking back then??

[Shreth]

“What’s wrong Shreth? Too much to handle?”

It was the largest of all the attackers… The Leader of the Jedi Gang, he and several others banded together to get him at once. And it wasn’t too much for the young Shreth to handle, he felt he would be able to take a number of them down… What was wrong was he was holding back, resisting the growing dark side within him… The rage, the pain, all of it feeding the fire within him that was the dark side…

“No.” Said a grim Shreth, now on one knee and near the corner where his own bunk was. “I was holding back.”

They all began to lauph at this as Shreth turned, grabed one end of his cot, stood, and swung it at the gathered Jedi Gang, hitting many, he then let go of the cot, letting it fly into another member as he charged another, tackleing her and beating her numorouse times in the face before he was lifted up by another member, who threw him down, allowing Shreth to be surrounded by the still standing members of the Jedi Gang, who then began to kick and stomp on him…

Shreth did not wake until latter… In the infermery of the orphanage.


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I should have held back. He thought, still floating in the bacta tank. If I did… Things might have been different… Much more different…


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Weeks had passed with similar results, beatings daily, but with each one, Shreth became closer to defeating them all… But today was not for beatings.

Escorted by Counciler Dralis, two adults, one male and another female, walked the isles of the assembled cots, looking over the gathered children. The two were obviously a couple looking to adopt a child… What there story was usually the same, they were unable to have children of there own, the female didn’t want to go through the pain of labor, pick whatever story you wish, the Councilers probably heard it at least once before.

During the selection times, every child, even those troublemakers of the Jedi Gang, acted like angels, hoping to be chosen. But there was one child out of the whole orphanage that could have cared less if he was chosen… Shreth.

Looking miserable as ever, Shreth simply sat at his cot, looking out his window as he usually did. Shreth was the last stop for the couple.

Almost without hesitation, the two simultaniousley said “We’ll take him!”

Days latter, the paperwork and packing of belongings was finished, and Shreth would no longer be living at the crowded orphanage of Nar Shaddaa, but now out in the world of the very same planet… The boy was in for one hell of a ride…


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I found the file, and discovered my parents were fugatives from the Protoss race. They dumped me off here…. I also leared that that file I found was false, so I have no idea what to think about my past anymore…. Whoa.... Kinda makes you wounder who else got screwed over in that hellhole...

Fractions of a much latter discussion between him and Skroth back when they met up again at The Sith Empire… From what Shreth could remember when he asked Counciler Tromm about his parents, he was told that his Mother died shortly after labor, and his own Father nearly killed him in a fit of drunken rage, and his last known position was in a high security prison on Nar Shaddaa, after he killed several other people and destroyed a large building, killing others with it as well…

Shreths left arm twitched within the bact tank.

Damn muscle spasms… That story about my parents is a lie… It just seems too… Convienent…

[Shreth]

Noone would usually mess with someone who was obviously larger and stronger than them, even if there were of of them than him... Unless the guy was a pacifist...

Skroth had already taken a beating once today, but it just didnt seem enuph, they wanted him in the infermery today, that much could be told... His newly made wounds from the other beating had just stopped bleeding by the time then next one beagn.

"Having fun Skroth?" Said one, Shreth, as he delivered a kick to the gut.

"Uhg..."

"We'll take that as a yes." Said another as he hit Skroth in the back with his broomstick.

Skroth was down on the ground, again, and his pacifism was putting him at a major disadvatage... They then began to kick the downed young protoss, as well as jab and hit him with there mock lightsabers.


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It was raining outside… And Shreth was caught in the middle of it… Looking around he took in both his ‘allies’ and those of his ‘foes’.

Friend or foe Shreth thought It dosnt matter… Pretty soon this whole place is gona become a bloody free for all battlefield

Shreth was only 18 at the time, skronny, and slightly muscular, his hair was wet down due to the rain, but on a normal day would usually be spiked up, and the cloths he would usually wear, all black, would usually hide his build for the most part.

The first to begin the fight, a large man, not fat, simply muscular, charged foreward wielding a chain, he charged right at a man with a steel pipe, and they began to duke it out as both side collided, quickly turning into a two way battle into a free for all, Shreth was fighting a man in his late twentys wielding a ‘spiked club’, a piece of wood with rusted nails in it… Dodgeing the first swing from the man, Shreth delivers an uppercut to the man’s jaw, causing him stagger back. Although blasters and the like were not permitted, Shreth brought his own blaster, that once belonged to his father as the story went, just incase he would need it. Picking up a downed piece of pipe, Shreth lunged at the man, unnoticed, Shreth jabbed the sharp end of the pipe into the mans gut. The two froze, Shreth at first not understanding the strange look of the man and his ‘o’ shapped mouth, that is, until he looked down at his own hands, covered in the mans blood, and he also saw the pipe impaled in the mans gut.

Shreth began to back away in shock as the mans life slipped away… He had never killed anyone before… Ever… And he didn’t plan too… But he did.

What would have happened if I were not to have killed that man??? I might not have become a Sith…

The young Shreth turned just in time to see a rock smack into him, thrown by someone he didn’t see. He then stumbled back and fell ontop of the man that just died as his own vision was momentarily turned into a blurred red.

New rage flowed from him, pulling out his blaster Shreth stood again, on a rampage to kill the thrower of the rock... For a moment he looked over the fight, people were already on the ground, unconsiouse or worse, he didn’t do anything until he saw a man lifting up another rock… Bringing up his blaster, Shreth aimed, then fired at the man, hitting just under his arm, Shreth fired again, this time hitting him in the chest, killing another man… This second one he knew well… But it didn’t matter.

Picking up the dropped ‘spiked club’, Shreth set out to attack another, finding one, it was the man wielding the chain, he swung at Shreth, hitting him in the head causing him to stagger back. Shreth then swung his club, digging it into the mans side, causing him to drop his chain, clutch his side, and scream in pain as the rusty nails stung his flesh. The boy then ripped out the club, and swung again and again and again until the man lay on the ground, a pool of blood slowly growing… The fight was dieing down, most were on the ground, and the few that decided to stay and fight remained only until they finished fighting there opponent before they too left.

Dropping his ‘club’, Shreth turned, leaving the fight, by daybreak those that did not wake would never wake again, and some would die in the night following those already dead…


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Who’da thought that that single fight determined what I were to become years from now… Shreth thought to himself, it seemed that his healing was almost done… But I know that single fight didn’t do it all… Yes there was more to it, another year and a half of similar fights, getting caught, getting put into jail, breaking out, and continueing the cycle… But Jessi has her own part in this… If she never got involved… I might still be down on the planet, doing terrorist acts… Or… I could be dead…. A chilling thought.

Shreth then felt his center of gravity shift slighty as the ship, Massacare, turned slightly, obviously nearing the orphanage…

[Shreth]

It was well past curfew, that much he knew... What the exact time was he didnt know, nor did he really care... He was waiting for someone, a freind he met not too long ago.

<a href=http://www20.brinkster.com/saxwalker/Jessi2.jpg>Jessi McAndwer</a>.

I should have brought her with me Shreth thought to himself, with waves of guilt ripleing through him. If she came she wouldn't have died... She wouldnt have married that bastard Chase Holden... Damn me and my careing!!

Stepping through the darkness of the ally was Jessi, and as alway she wore death beutifuly, pale skin, golden blond hair, usually kept up, black leather coat with shoes and pants to match. Underneath the coat was her usuall black silken shirt, she also wore her usuall black lipstick and black eyeliner.

"I know I'm late." Said Jessi as she reached Shreth as she handed him a stolen pack of smokes. "But I had some... Trouble... getting ahold of the stuff."

Unzipping her coat, Jessi revealed her 'stuff'. Miniature Thermal Detonators. The two were planning something big.

Lauphing to himself, Shreth puts his arm around Jessi as she zips up her coat, hiding the explosives.

"So babe," Said Shreth as he lit up a smoke. "what'r we gona hit? A bank? A federal building? What?"

"A droid development facility. Vyles Corp."

"What?!?! We're gona torch some f***ing droid building?!?!"

"Yep... Word has it they're developing some new police droid capable of its own actions beyond its own programming. Meaning it's gona be packin some heat and hunting people like us down with some attitude."

"Damn... That dont sound too fun."

"Nope, and you know how I am about droids..."

That was true, if she were with me now she'd be chucking full sized Thermo's at good ol' Vyle... Wait a sec...

Reaching the building clearly labled Vyles Corp., both Jessi and Shreth calmly entered the building, intending on 'veiwing' the meuseum. Jessi was the last of the two to go through the weapons detector, and he seemed to be the only one to be sweating up a storm while she was calm as could be...

The device didnt go off!

When the two got deep into the meuseum, Shreth brought up the event.

"Why the hell didnt that thing go off?!?"

"Because sweetie," Said Jessi with a now miscivouse smile. "I made sure that when I bought these they wouldnt be able to be detected, which was the problem I had in getting them."

"I see..."

Passing the very center of the meuseum, Jessi casually sets two Mini Thermal Detonators behind a droid display before the two headed twoard the back, at the door marked "Employees only. All others keep out."

"Alright Shreth, once we get through the door, you'r gona get half of these, 10. I want to to cover the whole level of this place with those, I'm gona help too, but well be better off if we split up."

"I was just about to suggest the same thing."

Jessi then reached into her jacket, pulling out a small box filled with his share of Mini Thermo's, stepping across the threshhold into the development area of the building, the two split up, just after a short kissing session, planting the bombs where they would deal the most damage....