Marcus QDunn
Jan 1st, 2002, 06:57:39 PM
Marcus Q’Dunn – Bio
Rank – Jedi Warlord, Major General of the Republic.
AKA Force Master Hunter, James Tohmahawk
Age – 109
Planet of origin – From the Unknown Regions. He has stated the planet is known as TerraAustralias. Apparently this is a system of 7 planets in 4 different star systems, the main planet being a dry and mainly desert planet that is at least 2x normal gravity. The actual species is not known in the Republic either as humans can not live in the conditions that Q’Dunn prefers for long periods of time.
Race – Not classified by Republic or Imperial biologists. There is only one known example of Q’Dunn’s species known and that is Q’Dunn himself, although it is suspected there may be two more somewhere. As only a handful are aware of Q’Dunn being an alien, records do not exist of the species, nor knowledge. Human in appearance, they may well have been decended from humans as they can interbreed. Higher denity makes them quite heavy for their size, which is normally very stocky and about 2 meters in height. Q’Dunn himself is small for his species, being only above average in human terms. As the planet of origin is searingly hot, they tend to be cave dwellers and have their own peculiar technology, which is highly advanced. Thye aliens of TerraAustralias maybe unknown by the Republic, but they are very well aware of the rest of the Galaxy and it is clear that they do occasionally travel away from their systems.
Physical Appearance – looks to be early 30’s, dark hair, brown eyes. Face is clear and boyish, however his body has scarring, evidence of a life of fighting. Prefers dark clothing, generally pants, shirt and a coat. Above average height and muscular build. 5’10, 130kg.
Weapons / Armour – Paired NRSF type B RailGun, 20 shot explosive round, DNA trigger lock. A 4000 year old FlameSabre dubbed ‘Athona’ (Lightbringer) that colour and frequency shifts, which in the right hand and Force Power can turn to a flame whip. This sabre is empowered to destroy any DarkSider that attempts to handle or use it. A Sword dubbed ‘Icefist’ that becomes supercold with use – will freeze anyone other than the forger of the blade. Even wielding with the Force will cause someone other that the forger chills and frostbite and death with prolonged Force use.
Also has a set of ancient armour that is strong enough to repel normal blades and blasters and seems to have properties out of normal, which Marcus has not found out.
Carries a few concealed knives, may carry other blasters and projectile guns at time.
Other – Tries to stay in areas where he can turn the gravity and heat up to his liking, which is 2G and 45 degrees standard. Due to adaptation to high gravity, Q’Dunn is naturally fast and powerful in normal conditions, being able to exceed what a human can do by at least double. Not affected by toxins and poisons that a human would be, although there are suspected to be some normally mundane liquids that are dangerous to Q’Dunn. Humans are advised to stay well away from the drink he often has, a brew that is an alcoholic neurotoxin, resulting in extreme sickness that he labels ‘Fosters’.
Unusually Force sensitive, Marcus Q’Dunn is believed to be the most powerful Jedi to have arisen since Skywalker at the least. He is quite skilled in the use of the Force and understands it well. Also has a fascination with arcane knowledge and has knowledge of powers normal Jedi are not exposed to.
History – Marcus was born on the heavy G planet named TerraAustralias 109 years ago. Of his first years, it is not known. The rest is written in the book of the incident known as “The Dark Fury”, which is retranscribed now….
The burning sun of TerraAustralias, blazing on a small boy as he waded on the beach. Not being a planet that knew about the Force, there was always something odd about this boy. The way he could do things that no one could explain. He had no friends because of his strangeness, so he spent his days and nights roaming the deserts and beaches of this harsh land. Living day to day, he fell in with what the people in the Big Smoke called the Larrikins. People lie Rancor Dundee, who had been offplanet and seen some of the Galaxy. Maximillion, who they called Mad Max. Russel Magpie. Nikkie Kidder. They called hin Tohmahawk, even if it wasn;t his real name. No one but himself knew what that was.
There was a day, like all the other… except for a woman, who walked as if under a great burden. He didn’t know then his home was one of the highest rated planets, gravity wise that beings lived on. All he knew was he was small for his age, everyone else was wide and stocky. He was thin, which was most unusual. The woman had come to him as he was building sandcastles using only his mind. She stared at him, then came closer.
“How… do you that?” She asked, trying to hide her amazement”
“I dunno. Just can” the young boy replied.
She had convinced him to come with her. Told him she could explain and teach him this power he had. Being young and adventuresome, he agreed. She had taken him from a burning and heavy grav planet in the Unknown Regions, to Debrillion. It was a cold place, well cold for him. And here he learned about what beings normally lived in. The absolute freedom of a normal gravity planet was amazing. He could do leaps and jumps that left the humans he was now associating with in amazement. He was always on the small side, but he was way beyond normal in strength and speed. He learned at he could take more of a pummelling, due he found out to a higher density of muscle and bone. He would spend time in a special grav room to make sure his body didn’t lose it’s adaptation..
Years passed and he learned. Not swiftly as he was a poor student. But she persisted as he had power in the Force like she hadn’t seen in years. Eventually he began to master The Force, bending it to his will. He was taught to fight with sabre and gun, with his body. He learned control. He learned anger and rage. And they stayed hidden in the years that rolled by. He aged much, much slower than she did, he was barely into manhood when she was becoming a old crone. They travelled in the years of the Empire, using the years of chaos to begin building a power base for themselves. She was to rule and to take revenge on a Galaxy that, she said, tried to kill her. She said her name was Callista. He never really knew if that was true or not. She called him Venom. Others called him other names. But never did he say what his real name was.
The Empire fell. They watched it from afar and she knew her time was coming. The Galaxy was in chaos as a new government arose. A new breed of Jedi Knights, lead by Luke Skywalker arose. He never really knew why she hated Skywalker, but drove Callista on. Years past. She kept gathering resources, quietly moving in stealth and hiding, determined not to make the mistakes that plagued Dark Siders in the past. He kept training, honing and tuning what she now called the ultimate weapon. He stood by her side as she sat and ruled the shadow Empire of her own creation, ruled from Debrillion in secret. He learned from her and when he could learn no more, he researched and learned under his own volition.
There were the beasts he commanded, the Vog’on. There was the financial institutions they took over and controlled. There was the willing servants and the slaves. Callista understood that to have real power was to control the money and the information of the Republic and year by year, her goal got closer.
It lead to what he knew now was the beginning of the end. The cloning experiment. She was fascinated by the Clone Wars, she wanted to create what she called the Ultimate being. He didn’t like the sound of that, but he stayed quiet. It was not his place to dispute his Mistress. They built two cylinders, deep in a forest location and underground. They set the old man to guard them. They used genetic material from him and in one tube, set it to grow without modification. The other was horrific. 8.5 feet, utterly huge, pushed to the limited of the genome. The computer model showed a human, sliced with his genes, producing a Force user of immense natural strength and speed. The reach alone would be a formidable advantage. She had come to where the clones were being grown and she had stared in almost lust. She had stroked the cylinder of the massive clone and called it Her Venom. He was shocked, her using the same name as she used for him. For the first time, he realised he could be expendable. What could she do if this beast of a clone turned out what she wanted? Would he be tossed aside? He knew how ruthless she was.
And still, no one knew his real name.
It was shortly after he turned 100, Galactic Standard. Callista was beginning to make moves on her enemies and wiping them out, one by one. He was her Assassin, but yet in his mind, he remembered the clones. The huge one was progressing well, the control one perfectly. He could see it in her eyes every time they visited the cloning room. Could see what he meant.
He stopped believeing in her cause. He could never say exactly when, but one day he realised he could no longer devote his energy to it fully. He began to roam and sought to prove himself. He found these Jedi and one by one attacked and defeated them. The name Callista used for him began to beknown elsewhere. It was whispered in the halls of power. A Shadow Warrior that took sadistic delight in taking apart anything that came against him. He bore two sabres, a skillhe had learned in secret. And he studied the Jedi Arts, increasing his knowledge and skill. He became known in his black fighting armor and the strange powers he wielded over fire, wind, water and earth. He sought to make himself great, so Callista would never let him go. And he indeed did, for she wanted him to be insecure in his position and to push the boundaries. Callista knew clones were mentally unstable and that none of them could match what she had created for over 80 years. It was nearly time to pass on the mantle, for she was old. She intended for the clones to be his servants and she even told him such. But he still had the feeling there was something wrong.
He first met Jyanis Scorpion when Jyanis was the apprentice of The Darkness Keeper. It seemed they were the end lines of a Prophecy called Dark Fury. For Scorpion was the mantle of Judge, Him was Ruler. The Keeper passed onto Callista the Amulet of the Portal. Only a Dark Sider could unlock that and if they did, they would rule. It seemed the Vog’on were to be the Ruler’s servants. The Judge was to make sure the Ruler was worthy. The time was coming of the Choosing. It made no sense to him.
His feelings of wrongness increased.
Finally, she ordered him to kill a bothersome official on Harrvii. He had gone there and had encountered the family huddled in fear as he stormed in, sabre raised and anger helping tap into the Dark Side. He was poised… and saw the terrified eyes of the daughter and son. Shay Kaylon and Gregori Paladin. He hesitated… and dropped his sabre. He couldn’t do it. Not innocents. He felt the hate try again but he just couldn’t move. An enemy he could destroy in a blink, but he could never kill helpless children, not knowingly, not by his own hand. To the family’s amazed relief, he left, dazed and confused. He could never go back to his Mistress. Not when he failed. He took up a place on the planet while he tried to work out what next. He felt empty and alone, without the dark Side. The Force was repellent and he placed his blade in answer, hoping never to use it again.
But the coming of the Vog’on stripped any hopes of escape away. They had come one night, trapped all on the planet and then at their leisure, killed and ate every single living entity. He could never talk about the horrors he saw, the brave fights, the desperation of the humans trying to escape. Sent by Callista in a revenge attack for his failure, every man woman and child they found was consumed. He had tried to fight back and even found and reclaimed his sabre, but it was no use. Far too many. In a last stand, he had rescued the same family and the troops holed up in a mansion and found one of the last working starships. Incredibly, they had escaped, but not before Kaylon, Paladin and him were separated from the main escapees. They too escaped, barely – and in that escape he had met Helenias.
The two children they had delivered to an aging Luke Skywalker, then he and Helenias had gone together, for they found themselves to be kindred souls. Together they travelled to remote places of the galaxy, they talked and talked and after she told him her secrets, he had told her something he had never said before to anyone.
He told her his name.
Their love become powerful and a wonderful healer. They discovered passion for each other and would make love when they could. For the first time, he felt loved and he gave love. The bond between them grew and grew to become stronger than any tie he ever knew. And on one glorious day, they wed. She shared his name. He could think of no greater love.
But Callista never rested. She found them. And in one horrific day, she lured them into a trap. They were on a bridge when a bomb exploded. The last vision of his wife was her falling to her death, before he was knocked out. Her hand reaching desperately, her eyes wide with horror… and he could do nothing as she fell.
Days later, he awoke in a strange place. A soft bed. A medical centre unlike any he had ever seen. A woman bustled over, placed a hand on his head. For a moment he felt a glorious warmth, until he realised who it was. It was Jedi Padawan Mirax, Jedi healer. He had been bought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. How he had come there was not entirely clear, but it seemed that a Jedi had been near the bridge and had cut down an assassin seeking to end his life. Grateful for their help, he had stayed after his healing was over. Amazed how the Jedi looked after what was an enemy of theirs, he had begun to try to find out why. He found things he never knew existed – compassion, peace. Justice. He began to learn and eventually called himself a Padawan. No one however ever taught him formally, he was ignored generally. All the Masters never even acknowledged him. It made him more determined to succeed.
He began to move as Captain Tohmahawk, replacing a dead Major. He built up a new identity, one he kept separate from the Jedi. He came to the notice of the New Republic commanders and began to go up the ranks on his own ability and leadership. The seeds that was to become the Special Forces was born.
He wandered again, looking for more enlightenment and he came across the Sith. Dark Jedi like he was, He decided to contend with them. Words first, then actions. Fighting. He was a very well trained fighter, but that was with the Dark Side – now, he had to learn all over again how to use the Force the Jedi way. He took on their best and won, due to his unconventional methods. People ducked when his hand grasped a piece of iron or jumped if it was cloth. He learned how to make sound a weapon, to the point the Masters asked him to restrain after a Sith died of shattered eardrums and brain turned to jelly. He did, but kept fighting. He took on a Jedi Master that had turned to the Dark Side and won. His skill and daring won him a promotion to Jedi Knight. His commitment to the Light won him promotion to Jedi Master. His methods of warfare gained him the title of Warlord. He was honoured and feted, the Jedi called on him and voted him to the Council. He rose to the point where he lead the Council itself, without dispute.
The Jedi called him by a name that was to be associated with greatness. But none knew his real name. The Sith cowered at the name he had in the Jedi, but they likewise knew nothing of the real one.
It lasted for some time, but it all crashed when, curious of what became of Callista, he went to search. He was caught and barely escaped. In the process, he discovered the smaller of the two clones and frightenly that clone was now active and had his memories. He confined it and taught it. After a time and flash memory imprint, the clone could replace Tohmahawk in the Jedi and after one of his friends was murdered and the Jedi showed they didn’t care, he realised that the Jedi were losing something, allowed the clone to take his place. He became full time soldier and as he rose in rank, he found it was one of the most attractive lives he could think of. He still studied as a Jedi, but there was no real commitment. The Jedi atrophied, the Dark Side grew. He didn’t care. He was beginning to hate the Jedi. They were beginning to corrupt as was the Sith. The Force was going out of Balance. Sith loved and Jedi hated. He began to hunt corrupt Force users. He claimed 5 Sith and two Jedi as Tohmahawk, earning the soldier great respect and his own command. He began to build and form that command into something different, something that would keep rogue Force users in line and kill the if they did not. A truly elite unit began to grow and he got his General’s star
And just when he thought his life was once again straight, Callista bought an army to Coruscant. Tohmahawk, this time as his Jedi name was shot in the back and suffered huge injuires. His clone replaced him permanently. He was fixed quickly, enough to be back on his feet and defeating the Great Darth Milenko within a week, but it would be a long time before he was free of pain.
For the second time, he came across Jyanis. This time, they worked together to spirit away the body of Milenko. The two Generals, despite being on opposite side, he being a Sith and he being New Republic General, found at first a grudging respect, then a cautious friendship. Scorpion was entrenched in his anger, found the caustic NR General the perfect foil, while he found Jyanis to be the first Force user he could truly and completely respect. Scorpion allowed Tohmahawk to stay onboard his SSD, eventually they found a suspected Callista hideout on Hoth. In one of the more insane things, Tohmahawk went out alone and infiltrated the base, dropping the defences for Scorpion’s ground attack. In the fight inside the base, the two beings fought side by side, almost getting Callista, but wiping out her whole setup, plus defeating several Vog’on.
He was tempted, but he never told Scorpion his real name.
The RSO rose. Tohmahawk, before having to escape Scorpion’s SSD, got a look at the new Dark Jedi who called himself Venom – and saw the huge being was no other than the second monstrosity Callista had brewed all those years ago. He knew the situation was getting desperate for himself, now with two clones about of himself, he would need true caution. He got back to the NR, where by executive order, the NRSF was born. On a planet that the Sith Empire once had ruled before it was surrendered, a new shipyard was built and a new project was started – a project to build a new super ship, to be the flag of the New Republic and the fist of the NRSF gauntlet. Here, he was rebuilding his life again when he began to hear rumours of something wrong with the Jedi Clone. He heard about periods of strangeness, a burst of temper. He began to pay attention and then begin to watch carefully from afar. With the resources he had, he began to backtrack the life of the clone when he hadn’t been under observation. Some unsettling facts came clear and one he had to go find out for himself. After a week of investigation he was shaken to find out the truth. The clone had a sexual encounter with a Sith, a woman he knew as a cunning bitch, the Lady Mara Jade. Unsure what this meant, he watched even more intently. Months passed without result until the day Jade went to the Jedi.
Instead of rejoicing that the Sith Empire’s leader had crossed sides, he worried even more. Something was badly wrong. The observation of the Jedi clone redoubled. He began to set up a new identity, just in case. A Bounty Hunter. Did a few jobs to make his mark. To his complete surprise, the genetically engineered clone, which called himself Venom, contacted the Bounty Hunter, offering a huge reward for the execution of Elieen Cross, Darth Turbogeek, Captain Tohmahawk and Lord Fire Blade. Bemused at a job ordering the execution of an alter ego, he began to get to work to find this Cross and Fire Blade. He arranged Tohmahawk’s death in a shuttle ‘accident’, but to keep contact with the NRSF, used a corporal’s id he sliced. Vatenen. The amount of identities was becoming bewildering.
Even he sometimes didn’t remember his own real name.
Jade and the Jedi Clone had a Padawan / master relationship only, so he got to work elsewhere, thence he was on Coruscant working out how to execute Lord Fire Blade when he heard the news of Mara Jade’s capture, torture, return and then final battle. He heard what the Jedi clone had done, knew what it meant. Finally, it was time to act.
He firstly found Fire Blade. Using the Bounty Hunter alias, he faced down the Imperial Guard, armed with a new, experimental slug thrower, something the tech’s called a Rail Gun. He drew and pointed the weapon at the Guard, who laughed and prepared to defend himself in the usual Force user manner. No one with a gun could beat a trained user in the Jedi arts who was armed with a sabre. That bit of folklore died as the first shot blasted into Fire Blade’s breastplate. Four more hollow point projectiles finished the Guard off in spectacular fashion. Hunter was almost stunned. The rail Guns had proven themselves and from then on he would never be armed without them. It would have been all so simple if he had just walked away from the steaming remains, but he had another part of his job from Venom to do. Get the mechanise Fire Blade had. He had done so… to find to his dismay it was the daughter of Lady Mara Jade and most likely his Jedi clone.
And he felt responsible for her now. It might not be his child, but in a round about way, he was responsible for her life. He had never been responsible for anyone other than his wife and look at how that ended up. Never imagined it. But even so, he had more to do. The Jedi Clone had to die.
The Jedi’s base on Dagobah was attacked and destroyed, the clone fled. Hunter followed. Followed to Yavin IV, taking the little girl with him. Followed the Jedi clone to one of the temples, waited and then watched as two Sith were attacked and the Jedi unexpectedly used a sword. Hunter saw the sword flash and weave, the Sith vanquished. As the Jedi clone stood triumphant, Hunter stood up in the tree he had been crouching in, aimed with the Rail Gun, then shot the Jedi down. The clone didn’t know what hit him. Hunter walked over to where the crumpled clone lay, kicked him over and saw it was still living.
He took the clone to deserted planet. Tied him to a chair and then began to question the half dead Jedi. When the Jedi had no more to tell, Hunter was in thought.
“Look after the girl” gasped the clone
“What if I don’t. Your in no position to make demands, your nothing more than a clone”
The Jedi gaped. He didn’t know. “I… what?”
“Your just a clone, your nothing. You should never of lived. All those memories in your head, they are mine up to 2 years ago. You never existed”
“But…. That cant be true!”
“It is. Your face looks different to mine, but we share the same DNA. Get over it”
“Who… are you? Who am I?”
“I… am Tohmahawk. You are nothing”
Some of the clone insanity clouded the mind of this Jedi. “Well, you know what you have to do then”
“Yes.. yes I do. It’s over for you”
The Jedi, in a huge effort came at Hunter, still attached to the chair and intent to kill. Hunter calmly aimed the rail gun in his hand and blew the clone’s head off. The hut he destroyed with a gas cylinder and a well aimed shot. In the ensuing fire, the body was cremated, erasing one error. What in the Force had possessed him to think it would ever work? Right then and there, he renounced being Jedi, deciding it had caused enough trouble. He renounced the name the Jedi knew him as.
And he decided no one would know his real name
Months passed. In the beginning, he had taken a sick pleasure in taunting the Jedi. Some tried to take revenge for the murder of Darth Turbogeek. He just laughed and let the Rail Guns answer. He even took residence in the Bar and Grill, making the place his own virtually. He went through this time insulting and shooting anyone. Jade was hidden away. He also masqueraded as Skip Vatenen, saw his beloved NRSF was going to pieces. He kept searching for this Elieen Cross and eventually found her. And was stunned when she turned out to be more, far more than just a clerk. She was the real Lord Fire Blade. Hunter had shot an impostor. They fought. He actually lost and she escaped.
Venom, the other clone, the huge human, found Jade and tried to grab her. Hunter, with help of his NRSF comrades stopped the Vog’on that Venom had bought along. Elieen Cross had reappeared and defeated Venom in a one on one duel. Hunter and Cross, with Jina in tow, escaped. When they parted ways, Hunter nearly told her his real name. But something held it back.
Jina Jade and Hunter wandered for a while… until they had come across General Scorpion once again. This time the two fought …
The hold the Dark Side on Jyanis broke. In a blink, he turned on The Sith Empire, stealing billions of credits and taking a good portion of the fleet with him. In the journey back to Yavin IV, the two men resumed their friendship, talked about their lives. And Hunter told Jyanis his real name.
“Your @#%$ kidding me” Scorpion had said.
“Nope”
“When the Jedi and the Republic finally catch you James, it will either be a medal or a shooting. Either way, it will be one hell of a show. So, what are you going to do now?”
He had become Tohmahawk again. With the help of Scorpion, the NRSF grew into a potent fighting force…. He still hated the Jedi….. but he had kept the sword and sabre of Darth Turbogeek.
Since then, he has resumed being a Jedi and is the guardian of the Lady Mara Jade’s daughter, Jina Jade. He suspects his first clone, Darth Turbogeek, was the father, although there is no proof. He still is known to the Galaxy as Major General James Tohmahawk, although to his closest friends (Jyanis Scorpion, Ayra Ravenwing, Master Yoghurt) he has revealed his true self. The Imperial Pierce Tondry may have guessed the truth as well. Marcus still grieves for his lost wife and is still a driving force in his life. He is still abrasive and abusive, aggressive and short tempered. He is however true to his friends and a devoted guardian and carer for Jina.
Rank – Jedi Warlord, Major General of the Republic.
AKA Force Master Hunter, James Tohmahawk
Age – 109
Planet of origin – From the Unknown Regions. He has stated the planet is known as TerraAustralias. Apparently this is a system of 7 planets in 4 different star systems, the main planet being a dry and mainly desert planet that is at least 2x normal gravity. The actual species is not known in the Republic either as humans can not live in the conditions that Q’Dunn prefers for long periods of time.
Race – Not classified by Republic or Imperial biologists. There is only one known example of Q’Dunn’s species known and that is Q’Dunn himself, although it is suspected there may be two more somewhere. As only a handful are aware of Q’Dunn being an alien, records do not exist of the species, nor knowledge. Human in appearance, they may well have been decended from humans as they can interbreed. Higher denity makes them quite heavy for their size, which is normally very stocky and about 2 meters in height. Q’Dunn himself is small for his species, being only above average in human terms. As the planet of origin is searingly hot, they tend to be cave dwellers and have their own peculiar technology, which is highly advanced. Thye aliens of TerraAustralias maybe unknown by the Republic, but they are very well aware of the rest of the Galaxy and it is clear that they do occasionally travel away from their systems.
Physical Appearance – looks to be early 30’s, dark hair, brown eyes. Face is clear and boyish, however his body has scarring, evidence of a life of fighting. Prefers dark clothing, generally pants, shirt and a coat. Above average height and muscular build. 5’10, 130kg.
Weapons / Armour – Paired NRSF type B RailGun, 20 shot explosive round, DNA trigger lock. A 4000 year old FlameSabre dubbed ‘Athona’ (Lightbringer) that colour and frequency shifts, which in the right hand and Force Power can turn to a flame whip. This sabre is empowered to destroy any DarkSider that attempts to handle or use it. A Sword dubbed ‘Icefist’ that becomes supercold with use – will freeze anyone other than the forger of the blade. Even wielding with the Force will cause someone other that the forger chills and frostbite and death with prolonged Force use.
Also has a set of ancient armour that is strong enough to repel normal blades and blasters and seems to have properties out of normal, which Marcus has not found out.
Carries a few concealed knives, may carry other blasters and projectile guns at time.
Other – Tries to stay in areas where he can turn the gravity and heat up to his liking, which is 2G and 45 degrees standard. Due to adaptation to high gravity, Q’Dunn is naturally fast and powerful in normal conditions, being able to exceed what a human can do by at least double. Not affected by toxins and poisons that a human would be, although there are suspected to be some normally mundane liquids that are dangerous to Q’Dunn. Humans are advised to stay well away from the drink he often has, a brew that is an alcoholic neurotoxin, resulting in extreme sickness that he labels ‘Fosters’.
Unusually Force sensitive, Marcus Q’Dunn is believed to be the most powerful Jedi to have arisen since Skywalker at the least. He is quite skilled in the use of the Force and understands it well. Also has a fascination with arcane knowledge and has knowledge of powers normal Jedi are not exposed to.
History – Marcus was born on the heavy G planet named TerraAustralias 109 years ago. Of his first years, it is not known. The rest is written in the book of the incident known as “The Dark Fury”, which is retranscribed now….
The burning sun of TerraAustralias, blazing on a small boy as he waded on the beach. Not being a planet that knew about the Force, there was always something odd about this boy. The way he could do things that no one could explain. He had no friends because of his strangeness, so he spent his days and nights roaming the deserts and beaches of this harsh land. Living day to day, he fell in with what the people in the Big Smoke called the Larrikins. People lie Rancor Dundee, who had been offplanet and seen some of the Galaxy. Maximillion, who they called Mad Max. Russel Magpie. Nikkie Kidder. They called hin Tohmahawk, even if it wasn;t his real name. No one but himself knew what that was.
There was a day, like all the other… except for a woman, who walked as if under a great burden. He didn’t know then his home was one of the highest rated planets, gravity wise that beings lived on. All he knew was he was small for his age, everyone else was wide and stocky. He was thin, which was most unusual. The woman had come to him as he was building sandcastles using only his mind. She stared at him, then came closer.
“How… do you that?” She asked, trying to hide her amazement”
“I dunno. Just can” the young boy replied.
She had convinced him to come with her. Told him she could explain and teach him this power he had. Being young and adventuresome, he agreed. She had taken him from a burning and heavy grav planet in the Unknown Regions, to Debrillion. It was a cold place, well cold for him. And here he learned about what beings normally lived in. The absolute freedom of a normal gravity planet was amazing. He could do leaps and jumps that left the humans he was now associating with in amazement. He was always on the small side, but he was way beyond normal in strength and speed. He learned at he could take more of a pummelling, due he found out to a higher density of muscle and bone. He would spend time in a special grav room to make sure his body didn’t lose it’s adaptation..
Years passed and he learned. Not swiftly as he was a poor student. But she persisted as he had power in the Force like she hadn’t seen in years. Eventually he began to master The Force, bending it to his will. He was taught to fight with sabre and gun, with his body. He learned control. He learned anger and rage. And they stayed hidden in the years that rolled by. He aged much, much slower than she did, he was barely into manhood when she was becoming a old crone. They travelled in the years of the Empire, using the years of chaos to begin building a power base for themselves. She was to rule and to take revenge on a Galaxy that, she said, tried to kill her. She said her name was Callista. He never really knew if that was true or not. She called him Venom. Others called him other names. But never did he say what his real name was.
The Empire fell. They watched it from afar and she knew her time was coming. The Galaxy was in chaos as a new government arose. A new breed of Jedi Knights, lead by Luke Skywalker arose. He never really knew why she hated Skywalker, but drove Callista on. Years past. She kept gathering resources, quietly moving in stealth and hiding, determined not to make the mistakes that plagued Dark Siders in the past. He kept training, honing and tuning what she now called the ultimate weapon. He stood by her side as she sat and ruled the shadow Empire of her own creation, ruled from Debrillion in secret. He learned from her and when he could learn no more, he researched and learned under his own volition.
There were the beasts he commanded, the Vog’on. There was the financial institutions they took over and controlled. There was the willing servants and the slaves. Callista understood that to have real power was to control the money and the information of the Republic and year by year, her goal got closer.
It lead to what he knew now was the beginning of the end. The cloning experiment. She was fascinated by the Clone Wars, she wanted to create what she called the Ultimate being. He didn’t like the sound of that, but he stayed quiet. It was not his place to dispute his Mistress. They built two cylinders, deep in a forest location and underground. They set the old man to guard them. They used genetic material from him and in one tube, set it to grow without modification. The other was horrific. 8.5 feet, utterly huge, pushed to the limited of the genome. The computer model showed a human, sliced with his genes, producing a Force user of immense natural strength and speed. The reach alone would be a formidable advantage. She had come to where the clones were being grown and she had stared in almost lust. She had stroked the cylinder of the massive clone and called it Her Venom. He was shocked, her using the same name as she used for him. For the first time, he realised he could be expendable. What could she do if this beast of a clone turned out what she wanted? Would he be tossed aside? He knew how ruthless she was.
And still, no one knew his real name.
It was shortly after he turned 100, Galactic Standard. Callista was beginning to make moves on her enemies and wiping them out, one by one. He was her Assassin, but yet in his mind, he remembered the clones. The huge one was progressing well, the control one perfectly. He could see it in her eyes every time they visited the cloning room. Could see what he meant.
He stopped believeing in her cause. He could never say exactly when, but one day he realised he could no longer devote his energy to it fully. He began to roam and sought to prove himself. He found these Jedi and one by one attacked and defeated them. The name Callista used for him began to beknown elsewhere. It was whispered in the halls of power. A Shadow Warrior that took sadistic delight in taking apart anything that came against him. He bore two sabres, a skillhe had learned in secret. And he studied the Jedi Arts, increasing his knowledge and skill. He became known in his black fighting armor and the strange powers he wielded over fire, wind, water and earth. He sought to make himself great, so Callista would never let him go. And he indeed did, for she wanted him to be insecure in his position and to push the boundaries. Callista knew clones were mentally unstable and that none of them could match what she had created for over 80 years. It was nearly time to pass on the mantle, for she was old. She intended for the clones to be his servants and she even told him such. But he still had the feeling there was something wrong.
He first met Jyanis Scorpion when Jyanis was the apprentice of The Darkness Keeper. It seemed they were the end lines of a Prophecy called Dark Fury. For Scorpion was the mantle of Judge, Him was Ruler. The Keeper passed onto Callista the Amulet of the Portal. Only a Dark Sider could unlock that and if they did, they would rule. It seemed the Vog’on were to be the Ruler’s servants. The Judge was to make sure the Ruler was worthy. The time was coming of the Choosing. It made no sense to him.
His feelings of wrongness increased.
Finally, she ordered him to kill a bothersome official on Harrvii. He had gone there and had encountered the family huddled in fear as he stormed in, sabre raised and anger helping tap into the Dark Side. He was poised… and saw the terrified eyes of the daughter and son. Shay Kaylon and Gregori Paladin. He hesitated… and dropped his sabre. He couldn’t do it. Not innocents. He felt the hate try again but he just couldn’t move. An enemy he could destroy in a blink, but he could never kill helpless children, not knowingly, not by his own hand. To the family’s amazed relief, he left, dazed and confused. He could never go back to his Mistress. Not when he failed. He took up a place on the planet while he tried to work out what next. He felt empty and alone, without the dark Side. The Force was repellent and he placed his blade in answer, hoping never to use it again.
But the coming of the Vog’on stripped any hopes of escape away. They had come one night, trapped all on the planet and then at their leisure, killed and ate every single living entity. He could never talk about the horrors he saw, the brave fights, the desperation of the humans trying to escape. Sent by Callista in a revenge attack for his failure, every man woman and child they found was consumed. He had tried to fight back and even found and reclaimed his sabre, but it was no use. Far too many. In a last stand, he had rescued the same family and the troops holed up in a mansion and found one of the last working starships. Incredibly, they had escaped, but not before Kaylon, Paladin and him were separated from the main escapees. They too escaped, barely – and in that escape he had met Helenias.
The two children they had delivered to an aging Luke Skywalker, then he and Helenias had gone together, for they found themselves to be kindred souls. Together they travelled to remote places of the galaxy, they talked and talked and after she told him her secrets, he had told her something he had never said before to anyone.
He told her his name.
Their love become powerful and a wonderful healer. They discovered passion for each other and would make love when they could. For the first time, he felt loved and he gave love. The bond between them grew and grew to become stronger than any tie he ever knew. And on one glorious day, they wed. She shared his name. He could think of no greater love.
But Callista never rested. She found them. And in one horrific day, she lured them into a trap. They were on a bridge when a bomb exploded. The last vision of his wife was her falling to her death, before he was knocked out. Her hand reaching desperately, her eyes wide with horror… and he could do nothing as she fell.
Days later, he awoke in a strange place. A soft bed. A medical centre unlike any he had ever seen. A woman bustled over, placed a hand on his head. For a moment he felt a glorious warmth, until he realised who it was. It was Jedi Padawan Mirax, Jedi healer. He had been bought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. How he had come there was not entirely clear, but it seemed that a Jedi had been near the bridge and had cut down an assassin seeking to end his life. Grateful for their help, he had stayed after his healing was over. Amazed how the Jedi looked after what was an enemy of theirs, he had begun to try to find out why. He found things he never knew existed – compassion, peace. Justice. He began to learn and eventually called himself a Padawan. No one however ever taught him formally, he was ignored generally. All the Masters never even acknowledged him. It made him more determined to succeed.
He began to move as Captain Tohmahawk, replacing a dead Major. He built up a new identity, one he kept separate from the Jedi. He came to the notice of the New Republic commanders and began to go up the ranks on his own ability and leadership. The seeds that was to become the Special Forces was born.
He wandered again, looking for more enlightenment and he came across the Sith. Dark Jedi like he was, He decided to contend with them. Words first, then actions. Fighting. He was a very well trained fighter, but that was with the Dark Side – now, he had to learn all over again how to use the Force the Jedi way. He took on their best and won, due to his unconventional methods. People ducked when his hand grasped a piece of iron or jumped if it was cloth. He learned how to make sound a weapon, to the point the Masters asked him to restrain after a Sith died of shattered eardrums and brain turned to jelly. He did, but kept fighting. He took on a Jedi Master that had turned to the Dark Side and won. His skill and daring won him a promotion to Jedi Knight. His commitment to the Light won him promotion to Jedi Master. His methods of warfare gained him the title of Warlord. He was honoured and feted, the Jedi called on him and voted him to the Council. He rose to the point where he lead the Council itself, without dispute.
The Jedi called him by a name that was to be associated with greatness. But none knew his real name. The Sith cowered at the name he had in the Jedi, but they likewise knew nothing of the real one.
It lasted for some time, but it all crashed when, curious of what became of Callista, he went to search. He was caught and barely escaped. In the process, he discovered the smaller of the two clones and frightenly that clone was now active and had his memories. He confined it and taught it. After a time and flash memory imprint, the clone could replace Tohmahawk in the Jedi and after one of his friends was murdered and the Jedi showed they didn’t care, he realised that the Jedi were losing something, allowed the clone to take his place. He became full time soldier and as he rose in rank, he found it was one of the most attractive lives he could think of. He still studied as a Jedi, but there was no real commitment. The Jedi atrophied, the Dark Side grew. He didn’t care. He was beginning to hate the Jedi. They were beginning to corrupt as was the Sith. The Force was going out of Balance. Sith loved and Jedi hated. He began to hunt corrupt Force users. He claimed 5 Sith and two Jedi as Tohmahawk, earning the soldier great respect and his own command. He began to build and form that command into something different, something that would keep rogue Force users in line and kill the if they did not. A truly elite unit began to grow and he got his General’s star
And just when he thought his life was once again straight, Callista bought an army to Coruscant. Tohmahawk, this time as his Jedi name was shot in the back and suffered huge injuires. His clone replaced him permanently. He was fixed quickly, enough to be back on his feet and defeating the Great Darth Milenko within a week, but it would be a long time before he was free of pain.
For the second time, he came across Jyanis. This time, they worked together to spirit away the body of Milenko. The two Generals, despite being on opposite side, he being a Sith and he being New Republic General, found at first a grudging respect, then a cautious friendship. Scorpion was entrenched in his anger, found the caustic NR General the perfect foil, while he found Jyanis to be the first Force user he could truly and completely respect. Scorpion allowed Tohmahawk to stay onboard his SSD, eventually they found a suspected Callista hideout on Hoth. In one of the more insane things, Tohmahawk went out alone and infiltrated the base, dropping the defences for Scorpion’s ground attack. In the fight inside the base, the two beings fought side by side, almost getting Callista, but wiping out her whole setup, plus defeating several Vog’on.
He was tempted, but he never told Scorpion his real name.
The RSO rose. Tohmahawk, before having to escape Scorpion’s SSD, got a look at the new Dark Jedi who called himself Venom – and saw the huge being was no other than the second monstrosity Callista had brewed all those years ago. He knew the situation was getting desperate for himself, now with two clones about of himself, he would need true caution. He got back to the NR, where by executive order, the NRSF was born. On a planet that the Sith Empire once had ruled before it was surrendered, a new shipyard was built and a new project was started – a project to build a new super ship, to be the flag of the New Republic and the fist of the NRSF gauntlet. Here, he was rebuilding his life again when he began to hear rumours of something wrong with the Jedi Clone. He heard about periods of strangeness, a burst of temper. He began to pay attention and then begin to watch carefully from afar. With the resources he had, he began to backtrack the life of the clone when he hadn’t been under observation. Some unsettling facts came clear and one he had to go find out for himself. After a week of investigation he was shaken to find out the truth. The clone had a sexual encounter with a Sith, a woman he knew as a cunning bitch, the Lady Mara Jade. Unsure what this meant, he watched even more intently. Months passed without result until the day Jade went to the Jedi.
Instead of rejoicing that the Sith Empire’s leader had crossed sides, he worried even more. Something was badly wrong. The observation of the Jedi clone redoubled. He began to set up a new identity, just in case. A Bounty Hunter. Did a few jobs to make his mark. To his complete surprise, the genetically engineered clone, which called himself Venom, contacted the Bounty Hunter, offering a huge reward for the execution of Elieen Cross, Darth Turbogeek, Captain Tohmahawk and Lord Fire Blade. Bemused at a job ordering the execution of an alter ego, he began to get to work to find this Cross and Fire Blade. He arranged Tohmahawk’s death in a shuttle ‘accident’, but to keep contact with the NRSF, used a corporal’s id he sliced. Vatenen. The amount of identities was becoming bewildering.
Even he sometimes didn’t remember his own real name.
Jade and the Jedi Clone had a Padawan / master relationship only, so he got to work elsewhere, thence he was on Coruscant working out how to execute Lord Fire Blade when he heard the news of Mara Jade’s capture, torture, return and then final battle. He heard what the Jedi clone had done, knew what it meant. Finally, it was time to act.
He firstly found Fire Blade. Using the Bounty Hunter alias, he faced down the Imperial Guard, armed with a new, experimental slug thrower, something the tech’s called a Rail Gun. He drew and pointed the weapon at the Guard, who laughed and prepared to defend himself in the usual Force user manner. No one with a gun could beat a trained user in the Jedi arts who was armed with a sabre. That bit of folklore died as the first shot blasted into Fire Blade’s breastplate. Four more hollow point projectiles finished the Guard off in spectacular fashion. Hunter was almost stunned. The rail Guns had proven themselves and from then on he would never be armed without them. It would have been all so simple if he had just walked away from the steaming remains, but he had another part of his job from Venom to do. Get the mechanise Fire Blade had. He had done so… to find to his dismay it was the daughter of Lady Mara Jade and most likely his Jedi clone.
And he felt responsible for her now. It might not be his child, but in a round about way, he was responsible for her life. He had never been responsible for anyone other than his wife and look at how that ended up. Never imagined it. But even so, he had more to do. The Jedi Clone had to die.
The Jedi’s base on Dagobah was attacked and destroyed, the clone fled. Hunter followed. Followed to Yavin IV, taking the little girl with him. Followed the Jedi clone to one of the temples, waited and then watched as two Sith were attacked and the Jedi unexpectedly used a sword. Hunter saw the sword flash and weave, the Sith vanquished. As the Jedi clone stood triumphant, Hunter stood up in the tree he had been crouching in, aimed with the Rail Gun, then shot the Jedi down. The clone didn’t know what hit him. Hunter walked over to where the crumpled clone lay, kicked him over and saw it was still living.
He took the clone to deserted planet. Tied him to a chair and then began to question the half dead Jedi. When the Jedi had no more to tell, Hunter was in thought.
“Look after the girl” gasped the clone
“What if I don’t. Your in no position to make demands, your nothing more than a clone”
The Jedi gaped. He didn’t know. “I… what?”
“Your just a clone, your nothing. You should never of lived. All those memories in your head, they are mine up to 2 years ago. You never existed”
“But…. That cant be true!”
“It is. Your face looks different to mine, but we share the same DNA. Get over it”
“Who… are you? Who am I?”
“I… am Tohmahawk. You are nothing”
Some of the clone insanity clouded the mind of this Jedi. “Well, you know what you have to do then”
“Yes.. yes I do. It’s over for you”
The Jedi, in a huge effort came at Hunter, still attached to the chair and intent to kill. Hunter calmly aimed the rail gun in his hand and blew the clone’s head off. The hut he destroyed with a gas cylinder and a well aimed shot. In the ensuing fire, the body was cremated, erasing one error. What in the Force had possessed him to think it would ever work? Right then and there, he renounced being Jedi, deciding it had caused enough trouble. He renounced the name the Jedi knew him as.
And he decided no one would know his real name
Months passed. In the beginning, he had taken a sick pleasure in taunting the Jedi. Some tried to take revenge for the murder of Darth Turbogeek. He just laughed and let the Rail Guns answer. He even took residence in the Bar and Grill, making the place his own virtually. He went through this time insulting and shooting anyone. Jade was hidden away. He also masqueraded as Skip Vatenen, saw his beloved NRSF was going to pieces. He kept searching for this Elieen Cross and eventually found her. And was stunned when she turned out to be more, far more than just a clerk. She was the real Lord Fire Blade. Hunter had shot an impostor. They fought. He actually lost and she escaped.
Venom, the other clone, the huge human, found Jade and tried to grab her. Hunter, with help of his NRSF comrades stopped the Vog’on that Venom had bought along. Elieen Cross had reappeared and defeated Venom in a one on one duel. Hunter and Cross, with Jina in tow, escaped. When they parted ways, Hunter nearly told her his real name. But something held it back.
Jina Jade and Hunter wandered for a while… until they had come across General Scorpion once again. This time the two fought …
The hold the Dark Side on Jyanis broke. In a blink, he turned on The Sith Empire, stealing billions of credits and taking a good portion of the fleet with him. In the journey back to Yavin IV, the two men resumed their friendship, talked about their lives. And Hunter told Jyanis his real name.
“Your @#%$ kidding me” Scorpion had said.
“Nope”
“When the Jedi and the Republic finally catch you James, it will either be a medal or a shooting. Either way, it will be one hell of a show. So, what are you going to do now?”
He had become Tohmahawk again. With the help of Scorpion, the NRSF grew into a potent fighting force…. He still hated the Jedi….. but he had kept the sword and sabre of Darth Turbogeek.
Since then, he has resumed being a Jedi and is the guardian of the Lady Mara Jade’s daughter, Jina Jade. He suspects his first clone, Darth Turbogeek, was the father, although there is no proof. He still is known to the Galaxy as Major General James Tohmahawk, although to his closest friends (Jyanis Scorpion, Ayra Ravenwing, Master Yoghurt) he has revealed his true self. The Imperial Pierce Tondry may have guessed the truth as well. Marcus still grieves for his lost wife and is still a driving force in his life. He is still abrasive and abusive, aggressive and short tempered. He is however true to his friends and a devoted guardian and carer for Jina.