Bound: Unrivaled/narrative

Chapter 1: A Time for Action

The downpour of the rain was fierce, as was the lightning which streaked across Durillon's green sky, the sky had once been blue, but the gases expelled by the various toxic materials that had lain about for centuries had changed that. Jagar's boots made a heavy thump as he walked out onto the balcony of his castle, the man threw back the black hood on his black tattered robes revealing the crimson helmet that covered his face, he leaned over the balcony's railing and casually rested his arms on it as he peered down upon his subjects. Jagar was no mere man, he was the self declared King of the Galaxy, not only that, but he was a being of immense power, the source of his power was the force and he was the last to be able to utilize it or so was the general consensus. Jagar had lived and died many lives, but had kept his spirit intact throughout the millennia by binding it to the mask adorned on his head by way of the force, due to his longevity he had become highly intelligent, but also suffered bouts of insanity and today the people of Durillon had gathered for one such bout of insanity.

The people waited in silence for the King of the Galaxy to speak and he soon did, “A long time ago, as a matter of fact it was eras ago, a young man by the name of Benson attempted to end me. Or was it Saul? No, it was definitely Benson. Any-who, I have decided that every single being or product with the name Benson shall be disposed of, since I am so generous I'll let you, the common man, do it! Go ahead, it'll be fun!” With his goal achieved, Jagar disappeared from the balcony, every known Benson in the entire galaxy was immediately killed or scrapped, for no one would dare oppose Jagar, the being who had destroyed the sprawling metropolis planet of Isson V for refusing to carry out one of his ludicrous wishes. The galaxy was in Jagar's hands as was the Dread Guard, a never ending legion of carnage of Jagar's own creation, most of the Dread Guard were rumored to be under a mind control technique of Jagar's doing. Kalast, a young Neimoidian, observed the results of Jagar's latest decree with extreme disgust; someone had to do something, no, he had to do something, he realized. Kalast Quakerunner resolved that he would use his gift to bring an end to Jagar's insanity, for he too could use the force.

Chapter 2: History Lessons

Although the Jedi and Sith were a thing of the past, some of their things were rumored to have survived throughout the years, they were allegedly hoarded in a private storehouse guarded by the Dread Guard. Kalast walked across the ashen ground, while using the force to make his footsteps nearly inaudible as he approached the storehouse of local legend. Kalast took in the view, a few dead trees surrounded the area, as well as twelve members of the Dread Guard. The Neimoidian reached out with the force and tugged at one of the many dead trees that decorated the perimeter, the tree groaned loudly as it fell on top of seven Dread Guards. The remaining number of the Dread Guard rushed over to their fallen comrades, the Neimoidian once again reached out with the force and toppled a tree, the tree crushed the remaining Dread Guard and smashed into the storehouse. There was no turning back now Kalast realized, as he slipped through the opening of the storehouse.

The storehouse was small and compact with various trinkets and artifacts scattered in every which direction on the floor. In short it was a treasure trove of Jedi and Sith knowledge and a testament to the passage of time. Kalast searched through various Holocrons, holorecords, holovids, lightsabers and robes as quickly as was possible, while stuffing as much as he could into a backpack. Nearly as quickly as he had entered he was gone.

Kalast carefully spread out all the objects that he had been able to pocket on the table in his workshop. The lightsabers were of immediate interest to him, he picked up the one closest to him and cringed, a flood of memories shot through his mind at a speed that rivaled making a hyperspace jump. Kalast quickly realized that these weren't memories, but visions of the future, he now understood how to create a lightsaber.

A blue and white Astromech droid rolled in just as Kalast thumbed the lightsaber in his hand and watched as the blade ignited, bright green shot out of the canister shaped hilt and cut into a nearby workstation. “This will do, I can kill Jagar with this.” he said to the droid. He grabbed one of the robes he had stolen, a brown one, and dressed himself in it, the droid responded with a series of beeps and whistles “This will help disguise me.” he explained.

Chapter 3: Proper Introductions

Castle Durillon loomed over Kalast as he casually approached the two members of the Dread Guard guarding the castle's entrance, while garbed in ancient Jedi robes. The Durasteel castle doors splintered apart as the Dread Guard hurled through them at speeds that rivaled a locomotive. “The direct approach, I like it!” goaded Jagar from his throne as Kalast walked through the broken castle door. “I am here to put an end to this madness.” replied Kalast. “Let's see if you have what it takes, number sixty seven.” The present Dread Guards pointed their blasters at the Neimodian, Kalast responded by igniting his lightsaber, “leave him to me.” remarked Jagar as he noticed the lightsaber.

Jagar sat still as Kalast came to him with his lightsaber poised to strike, “I didn't expect it, you can use the force too. It has been so long since I've fought a force user.” remarked Jagar as he began to stand. A crimson blade seemingly formed from nowhere and met Kalast's green blade, the blow was too strong for Kalast and he was thrown back as his lightsaber flew out of his hand. “I am disappointed, you are a pathetic creature.” stated Jagar as he grasped Kalast by throat and rose him off the ground, he pulled back Kalast's hood and stood there examining him. Kalast attempted to free himself, he kicked Jagar's stomach and tried to pry the hand off of his throat to no effect. “I have an idea, Neimoidian.” were the last words that Kalast heard before losing consciousness. Kalast awoke screaming on a table, he looked to the source of his pain and saw a sharp long needle-like appendage, it shot in and out of his skin pouring ink the entire time. “I am curious to see if I can reshape who you are.” came a voice from Kalast's right, he looked and saw Jagar standing beside him. “Stop this! Have mercy!” screamed the Neimoidian with pain. “Mercy? There is no mercy, only suffering and I expect you to help me spread it.”