Bound: Triumphant/narrative

Chapter 1: Return

A wave of stars flashed by a lone starfighter, the rusting grey triangular shaped starfighter weaved around a blockade of cruisers, dreadnaughts, and other vessels and quickly pierced Durillon's atmosphere nearly as fast as it had entered the system. A wide array of scrap metal flashed by below, the scrap metal was the remnants of buildings past, the ship decelerated as the planet's castle came into view. The fighter repositioned itself into perfect alignment with the castle and tore through its walls like a missile. Plumes of smoke rose from the fighter as a cloaked figure emerged from it, an old astromech droid attempted to emerge, but found itself unable to as sparks shot out of it, the blue and white droid exploded causing a small and very brief fireball.

Guards clad in black Dread Legion Armor poured into the burning room, the cloaked figure motioned towards the starfighter with a single hand and hurled it into them with the force, the starfighter crashed into the far right wall tearing it apart and revealing another room. “Jagar Augan, I have come for you!” shouted the cloaked man as he walked into the throne room. “It's just Jagar, I let Augan have reign for a short while before I capture his soul and took complete control of his body. Your soul will soon be mine Kalast.” replied a voice. Kalast Quakerunner spun around and caught a dark red lightsaber blade with his bright blue one. “You are a monster, only monster's can live as long as you have!” “Thanks to the force and this mask, anything is possible for me.” The Neimoidian  and red-masked king crossed the room while batting at each other with their respective blades, neither hitting their mark. “You've gotten better, the last time you couldn't even maintain your grip. Is that all you have learned in thirty years?” “I've learned lots of tricks, like this one!” Kalast motioned towards the ceiling, separated a large chunk of it, and hurled it straight at Jagar, while the two continued dueling, both men jumped away at the last second. “Tricks are for jesters, I am a king.” Jagar raised his free hand while slowly approaching Kalast, the Neimoidian began to feel a tight fist clench around his throat, the invisible fist's grasp slowly became tighter and tighter. Kalast reached out his free hand and sent a powerful blast of force energy out of it, the energy knocked the invisible fist free from the man's throat.

“Surprising, very surprising, but you won't be able to handle this, Neimoidian.” Jagar made a reaching motion with both of his hands, but to Kalast's surprise he saw nothing. Kalast began to approach Jagar, but relented when a feeling of dread coursed through him, everything between him and Jagar began to slowly disappear, Kalast reached out with the force and could sense an invisible wave of force energy slowly approaching. The Neimoidian pushed outward with his hands, a purple spiraling vortex opened in his hands, the invisible wave of force energy shot into it, the Neimoidian brought both hands together causing the vortex to disappear.

Chapter 2: Default Behavior

Blue and red reconnected and the two took their bout to the grounds outside of the castle. Groups of spectators soon crowded around the castle and stared on in awe, everyone present knew one thing, the galaxy's future was riding on this duel. Dread Guard reinforcements soon arrived with their blasters drawn, they were waiting and watching for the perfect shot. “Lucius, that's the one.” stated one seemingly insignificant spectator to another. “Then let's do this, Cassius!” replied Lucius as he reached into his duster and produced a blaster pistol.

The two Liberators pushed through the crowd and fired a volley of well aimed shots. One, two, four, eight, eight members of the Dread Legion fell dead, they were caught unaware by the blaster fire of the two Liberators. By the time the remaining four members of the Dread Guard turned had turned around, the two Liberators had merged back into the fleeing crowd, in response the Dread Guard fired wildly at the fleeing crowd causing scores of innocents to die.

When enough reasonable time had passed for Lucius Basil and Cassius Gaius to assume it to be safe, they reemerged from the sewer that they had been hiding in. “Ugh, this Liberation business isn't always clean and clear cut is it?” said Lucius casually. “Ha ha, how very funny. Now focus, we need to reach the Galactic Broadcasting System in the castle.” replied Cassius. “Assuming that it hasn't been destroyed...” “We had better hope that it hasn't been or else the liberation will fail. We could never make it past the blockade on our own.” The two Liberators had arrived back at the castle when their conversation had finished. “Oh look, the four guards are back!” “I wonder where that psychopath and the Neimoidian wondered off to?” “I dunno. Should we try sneaking around these guys or just blast them?” “Blast them.” “Good, just the way I like it!”

The two duelists disengaged each other to avoid debris that was falling from rooftops. “You could have ruled underneath me, you could have kept me entertained! Even were you to somehow destroy me, you would be reviled for what you are, just as I was!” shouted Jagar. “Even so... I will rise above the discrimination and seek to change it, instead of bringing about some sort of sick self justification to those that feel that way about my people!” The falling debris subsided and the two locked blades once again.

Chapter 3: To the Future

“All systems are go Cassius! The galaxy is awaiting your heartwarming speech!” stated Lucius as he flipped the final switch required to power up the Galactic Broadcasting System. “Hello everyone, I ask for your attention. I am Cassius Gaius and I am a member of a once secret organization called the Liberators. We have hijacked the Galactic Broadcasting System in order to inform you that Jagar is on the verge of being defeated by a Jedi, but in order to defeat him the Jedi will need your help! Arm yourselves and your star fighters, make haste to Durillon, it is time to put an end to the suffering and conflict that we have endured under Jagar! This is our only chance, come forth and shape the future!” Lucius Basil flipped a switch which ended the broadcast that had just been sent throughout the entire galaxy. “What do you think?” asked Cassius. “Honestly? I thought it was pretty good.” replied Lucius.

Although the duel continued on a variety of things changed on Durillon, the galaxy for that matter. Ships began falling from the sky, some landed and emptied troops and/or armed citizens and citizens began pouring onto Durillon's streets armed to the teeth with whatever weapons they could grab. As they citizens began to surround Jagar and Kalast, Kalast made a desperate swing at Jagar's head in an attempt to end things before anyone in the crowd could get involved and end up hurt. Kalast's gambit was a failure, Jagar's crimson blade connected with Kalast's lightsaber wielding hand. Kalast slumped to the ground in pain as his hand landed on the ground. “I always win Kalast, you should have joined me when you had the chance, things would have been better for you that way.” Jagar stated as prepped himself to deliver a killing blow. Jagar fell to the ground, knocked there by a force he had never expected, multiple sharp stabbing pains shot through Jagar's body simultaneously.

Kalast watched with surprise as Jagar was tackled by one, two, three, four, five people, the number kept growing as more people piled on, some of them brandished daggers and knives and began viciously stabbing Jagar. Jagar had been defeated by the type of force that he had least expected, the will of the people. Kalast slowly made his way over to Jagar's corpse and removed the helmet from his head, incurring some minor stab wounds from the frenzied people that were still assailing Jagar's body. Kalast Quakerunner dizzily walked down the street before being stopped by two human males in black dusters. “Kalast Quakerunner, you have done it!” said the taller of the two enthusiastically. “I am Cassius Gaius and this is Lucius Basil, we are among the last of the Liberators. We have a plan to dispose of that helmet.” “I am listening.” Kalast replied nonchalantly. “We take that helmet and toss it in the nearest black hole! We have a ship on standby at the spaceport, we wish to go with you and see to it that the helmet is destroyed. You game?” “I'm game.”