[PKMN OPEN] Pokemon X Star Wars [T]

Dark and peaceful, the stars wandered amongst the vast backdrop of the deep black. Suddenly, a colossal grey wedge appeared as if from thin air. The lumbering giant gently slowed until it crawled across radiant reflection of light from the planet of Vaniville. A great silhouette extinguished the rural planet's shine. Emblazoned on its hull was the mighty flag of the Empire. The snow white spoked roundel mirrored the Zoroark's white fur.


Byrec felt the slowing of the cruiser, being replaced by the shuddering of the engine. He stared intently at his blood red claws. He toyed with his weapon in his hand. It rose up from his hand. He dropped it in to his claw with a sigh. He slipped his claws in to the grey armoured gauntlet. Proudly, he admired the Galactic Empire insignia on his shoulder armour. He strapped it on and he marched out of the door.


He was still new to this body. He had evolved not too long ago and the feeling of Darth Lucar's lengthy gaze was forever constant. He was still in the palm of the master even though he was so far away. He was not the First Inquisitor, no, he had many brothers. He just happened to finish his trailing when an incumbent brother met an unexpected fate. He was a replacement. And he was there to finish the job that the fallen had failed to. Byrec was entirely aware that this was a test. He had proved himself in training, he had proved himself in sacrificing his father, but he had yet to prove he could do the job. An unarmed friend and training drones were nothing against a full Medi.


Two enamel white Stormtroopers stided past him, one was stout but the other had two sets of arms with two blasters to accompany it. The Inquisitor entered the bridge, his boots clanking against the grating beneath. Busy pilots and workers prodded at flashing lights on the work panels. The pokemon working tirelessly reminded him of his mother. General Franz and General Weber sat in the middle, barking orders, or rather Franz was. One of the heads curled back around to look at him. It jumped and returned to face front, it's teeth jittering, "Heeee's heeere."


The Zweilos twisted itself around and faced him with their body. Franz frowned while Weber smiled politely. "Alright, Inquisitor, we got you where you need to go."
Weber laughed nervously, "It was no trouble, really, we were on our way to the Alola System anyway."
"I'd appreciate it that you leave quickly, we have a job to do and we don't need you messing up the chain of command."
The Inquisitor nodded, his graceful hair bounced in tandem. "My ship?"
Weber lowered his head, "Many apologies, sir, but your custom ship is not ready yet."
Franz rolled his eyes, not that you could see them. "You'll get a TIE fighter. Your crazy clown car isn't finished."
Weber angled his head upwards, the great Zoroark towered over the sheepish dragon. "But it was no trouble at all. We'll get it done as soon as possible. Please forgive us for the delay."
Franz shook his head. "No, Weber, It's his fault for asking for an engine upgrade and cockpit change."
The Fifth Brother commented "Changes that were necessary. The fighter needs to be swift and silent."
Weber nuzzled the communication button, "Have the Inquisitor's fighter's engine over clocked and prepared immediately."
Franz looked to his brother head, his words like sinister daggers quietly stabbing "Stop undermining me." He returned to the matter at hand, "You'll get what you're given. Take it and go, before I have you ejected."
Weber became concerned, in hushed tones, he warned, "Careful! You'll anger hiiim."
"You're just a whelp filling an arrogant dead person's boots. I don't care, just get off my ship."
"Please forgive my brother's rudeness, you're always welcome." He looked around for a way to defuse the situation. He poked his head at two guards. "Take the Inquisitor to his ship, make sure he has a pleasant journey."
Two faceless Pokemon march stepped forward and flanked the Inquisitor. The Fifth Brother didn't yield to the anger of the General. He was familiar with General Franz from his records. It wasn't surprising. He wasn't confident in his rank just yet to punish him. His Aura powers were to hunt Medi, not to kill people who irritated him. The disorder continued as the door slid closed and he made his way to the hanger.


The hunt was on.


The space ship rumbled out of the hangar bays. The controls jittered in his paws. Apparently General Franz couldn't spare a good quality fighter. Byrec knew he could have stood up to him, but it seemed to be a waste. Yet a feeling in his stomach told him that his master wouldn't look admiringly at his temperance. Darth Lucar had been known to rule by fear, using the force to strangle underlings who failed him. Similarly The Inquisitorius layed outside of the chain of command, similar to his teacher. During his training he had been taught that Rage was the key to Dark Side. Anger and the will to carry forth your mission. He had the tools. This was all a challenge and Byrec fears he has already went wrong. Regret nibbled at his mind.


The Moon was orbiting a highly populated planet named Santalune. Byrec slowed down as the bright green atmosphere made way for the canopy. The jungle below sprawled out like a living city. Bird Pokemon fleed when the almighty space ship found its footing in an over grown field. The landing thrusters blew away the tangled grass but once he had landed the four foot green tendrils engulfed the grey critter of ship. The Inquisitor alighted the vehicle. The tips of the blades went up to his neck. He waded through the grass, he needed silence but he felt that in his heart a true sith would carve his way through, damn the consequences... He moved this thought out his mind as he swiftly silently soared through the forest jumping from root to branch, tree to tree, from paw to claw.


Immediately, there was a presence in the force. Perhaps by then it was too late. A shadow swooped down from a vantage part. Startled Byrec was on the backfoot. the infamous sound of the activation of a blade haunted him. The Inquisitor jumped away as the bird pokemon rushed him. Finding himself above the Medi, he activated his weapon, both sides looked at eachother. The Honchcrow clutched her bright green light in betwixt the edges of her feathers. She squinted. The Inquistor charged forward from above.


Their lightsabres clashed in a cacophony of rays.

Lorde Stardust

Lorde was outside of his cottage looking at the stars. Somewhere out there, Song told him, there were other Medi, and they would join them one day and topple the Empire. Lorde always imagined Song would be by his side when that would happen, but now this wasn't possible. The loathing lighted inside of the Kadabra as he thought about the Space Bikers, who killed his master.
But Song taught him that loathing was dangerous and he shouldn't let it take control of him. He tried to avoid having that feeling by closing his eyes and trying to empty his mind. Soon he managed to reach the state of mind required by the meditation, that consists in thinking about nothing at all, and he felt much peaceful.
Lorde spent a big part of his days and nights meditating at his cottage, or outside of it. It improved his concentration and, very much important, it was a way to increase his bond with the Aura. The rest of the time was divided into training with the lightsaber and working at the farm that was possession of a sweet Slowbro. She used to give him part of the crop as payment.
Lorde lived at Ten Catarat, a moon of planet Melemele at the Alola System since he was a kid. Song Ogoo, a Medi Infernape, raised him. His parents died from a severe disease when he was very young. Song Ogoo basically taught him everything he knew, indeed how to use the Aura and how to duel with the lightsaber. Song crafted two lightsabers that did no harm and they used them in Lorde's dueling lessons. When Lorde was a teenager, near his fifteenth birthday, Song told him it was time for him to craft his true lightsaber. Medi had to craft their own lightsabers, nobody could do it for them. Fortunately, they had what they needed to make it at the caves of Ten Catarat. They had to go much deep to find the materials. But after collecting what he needed and putting a lot of work in it, Lorde had achieved the task. He hand-crafted his own lightsaber.
Then it began a happy time for Lorde. Though his routine was hard, with training, working, meditating and learning general culture from Song, he was happy doing all of this.
Then time passed. Lorde was a young adult. He began to become anxious about the fate of the galaxy. The Empire was many years at the power now. Lorde began to question Song when they would begin to fight against the Empire, but Song had the same answer saying that he had to be patient.
Be patient, be patient, that's all he heard. He wanted to do something, but he wouldn't do anything without Song's consent. And then Song died.
Before his death, Lorde's heart calmed, and he accepted that Song knew what he was talking about, though he didn't understand it. Though his death was a big wrench to him, he kept following Song's instruction. He waited patiently. The time to topple the Empire would come.
Lorde's meditation was interrupted by a strange thought. He knew someone was in danger. He opened his eyes to see the night was calm, except for strange lights very far in the horizon. Explosions. Then a falling star appeared. Something had entered Ten Catarat's atmosphere and was caught in fire. Most probably a spaceship.
Lorde immediately used his special technique, Teleport. He disappeared from his backyard and reappeared much far, where the action he saw from his home was taking place. In front of his eyes, he saw a small spaceship caught in fire falling from the sky. It touched the ground with a big impact, that caused an earthquake. Lorde was thrown back by it, but he soon got up to his feet and approached the crater the spaceship had made when it fell. In its bottom, the spaceship, a small one that had space for a single passenger, was burning. Lorde went down the crater the faster he could, using Reflect to create a wall to block the fire when he got near it. He pulled the door away with his Telekinesis and entered the ship. There was a Pom Pom Oricorio who was unconscious in the small cabin. Lorde pulled him out of the ship and, carrying him in his arms, he teleported to the outside of the crater. He checked the Oricorio's pulse. He still had it. Whoever he was, Lorde couldn't let him die.