Zaphkel Loire
Aug 4th, 2002, 05:01:23 PM
Darnit! Who am I? They keep referring to me as a killer. But jeez... I don’t remember killin' anyone. Well, maybe a bug or two. But, that's no reason to go after me with a scythe and pitchfork! A lone figure clad in what was the remains of a duster and normal well kept T-shirt and blue jeans thought to himself, of course if anyone had seen him before he had undergone redemption they would instantly know who he is and what he was.
But he did not know anything, well. Anything short of waking up on a beach somewhere on this planet with a strange ring and weapon in his hands. The ring was a smooth black circle, much like a wedding band, but he wore it on a necklace around his neck. And the weapon was a strange sight in itself. The sheath was nothing more than a steadying pole with a strap at the draw point and a leather pouch where the tip of the blade slid in. The Weapon itself was a combination of sword blade and revolver. The revolver being the hilt and crossbar of the weapon (and also functioning part of the weapon) and the sword being the extended barrel and primary function.
Anyway, the lone man had messy red hair and a strange dragon tattoo on his cheek and extending down to his chest where the body/wings were positioned. He had ugly looking scars on the back of his hands where something was probably burned or removed by heat. He had skill, which seemed to appear from no-where at anytime. Of course, he had no memory of what his past life had been as a sith or any actions he had done then.
The figure had been Jared Mriad months ago.
Not anymore, He was Zaphkel Loire now. Unable to remember anything from the time before being discovered on a sandy beach by a group of fishermen.
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“AH JEEEZE!” Zaph roared, sliding around a corner to cover from a torrent of blaster fire shot by a group of mercenaries hired to kill “the cannibalistic murder known as Jared Mriad”. Why can’t they just slow down long enough for me to reload this darn gunblade! he loudly thought, before peeking around the corner to see the positions of the mercenaries. The effort resulted in more blaster fire and roars from Zaph.
Taking a round loader from his pocket, Zaph flipped the cylinder open and aligned the ammo into the slots. Flipping the whole gun sideways to lock the cylinder back in place, Zaph held the gunblade up vertically and took two breaths.
Closing his eyes, he saw the alley behind him with the mercenaries ready to fire again. Exhaling, Zaph turned out into the alley with the gunblade aimed at the closest mercenary and shot the blaster from his hands. Flexing his mind, Zaph mentally pushed the balding man out of the way and repeated the procedure at the second closest.
By then, the third and fourth mercenaries had begun to fire and made Zaph duck back into the cover. Sighing audibly, and looking up at a fire escape with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Just my luck..” He moaned, holstering the gunblade on his left side and leaping up into the air to grab the fire escape latter. Climbing up a few rungs with nothing but the strength in his arms he traverse the complex latter system until he reached the top.
Which happened to be near the entrance to the Greater Jedi Order Registration Chamber. Below, Zaph could hear the muffled shouts of anger from the mercenaries and brought a slight smile to his face. Ahead, many robed and unrobed figures mulled around in their own personal tasks, some entered the building while others conversed on the outside.
Zaph’s lively blue eyes scanned the doors and surrounding area before he heard the mercenaries beginning to climb the ladder after him. “Don’t you guys ever give up?” Zaph moaned again, jogging lightly to the double doors of the Complex.
Hoping no one would see him to be that guy named ‘Jared Mriad’, which he wasn’t, Zaph pushed the door inward with one hand and stepped inside. The door banging shut with a loud rumble, flinching with his shoulders nearly up to his ears. Zaph examined the room he was present in, His eyes contacting with every little detail. He also noticed a few people staring at the mark on his face, the dragon, which resulted in Zaph flipping the collar of the worn duster up to hide it…
But he did not know anything, well. Anything short of waking up on a beach somewhere on this planet with a strange ring and weapon in his hands. The ring was a smooth black circle, much like a wedding band, but he wore it on a necklace around his neck. And the weapon was a strange sight in itself. The sheath was nothing more than a steadying pole with a strap at the draw point and a leather pouch where the tip of the blade slid in. The Weapon itself was a combination of sword blade and revolver. The revolver being the hilt and crossbar of the weapon (and also functioning part of the weapon) and the sword being the extended barrel and primary function.
Anyway, the lone man had messy red hair and a strange dragon tattoo on his cheek and extending down to his chest where the body/wings were positioned. He had ugly looking scars on the back of his hands where something was probably burned or removed by heat. He had skill, which seemed to appear from no-where at anytime. Of course, he had no memory of what his past life had been as a sith or any actions he had done then.
The figure had been Jared Mriad months ago.
Not anymore, He was Zaphkel Loire now. Unable to remember anything from the time before being discovered on a sandy beach by a group of fishermen.
****
“AH JEEEZE!” Zaph roared, sliding around a corner to cover from a torrent of blaster fire shot by a group of mercenaries hired to kill “the cannibalistic murder known as Jared Mriad”. Why can’t they just slow down long enough for me to reload this darn gunblade! he loudly thought, before peeking around the corner to see the positions of the mercenaries. The effort resulted in more blaster fire and roars from Zaph.
Taking a round loader from his pocket, Zaph flipped the cylinder open and aligned the ammo into the slots. Flipping the whole gun sideways to lock the cylinder back in place, Zaph held the gunblade up vertically and took two breaths.
Closing his eyes, he saw the alley behind him with the mercenaries ready to fire again. Exhaling, Zaph turned out into the alley with the gunblade aimed at the closest mercenary and shot the blaster from his hands. Flexing his mind, Zaph mentally pushed the balding man out of the way and repeated the procedure at the second closest.
By then, the third and fourth mercenaries had begun to fire and made Zaph duck back into the cover. Sighing audibly, and looking up at a fire escape with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Just my luck..” He moaned, holstering the gunblade on his left side and leaping up into the air to grab the fire escape latter. Climbing up a few rungs with nothing but the strength in his arms he traverse the complex latter system until he reached the top.
Which happened to be near the entrance to the Greater Jedi Order Registration Chamber. Below, Zaph could hear the muffled shouts of anger from the mercenaries and brought a slight smile to his face. Ahead, many robed and unrobed figures mulled around in their own personal tasks, some entered the building while others conversed on the outside.
Zaph’s lively blue eyes scanned the doors and surrounding area before he heard the mercenaries beginning to climb the ladder after him. “Don’t you guys ever give up?” Zaph moaned again, jogging lightly to the double doors of the Complex.
Hoping no one would see him to be that guy named ‘Jared Mriad’, which he wasn’t, Zaph pushed the door inward with one hand and stepped inside. The door banging shut with a loud rumble, flinching with his shoulders nearly up to his ears. Zaph examined the room he was present in, His eyes contacting with every little detail. He also noticed a few people staring at the mark on his face, the dragon, which resulted in Zaph flipping the collar of the worn duster up to hide it…