Alien Among the Galaxy

Phoenix Knite Back Story Continued Post 1

Explination

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Many years later …

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Fluidly the Bolt handle is engaged and pulled back, “This primitive slugthrower.” I think the thoughts to myself. The gun’s bolt makes a very audible
Click ….
I pull it ejecting the spent cartridge. The smell of spent black powder rich and sharp in my nose”To think my entire family, force users, light saber wielders, good men and women, killed by this…”
Click ….
I slide the bolt back into place. Pushing, engaging, and readying the next bullet to be sent on its way. Feelings the guns sturdiness in my hands solid reliable. “My whole family stolen, killed, massacred”. Another loud
Click ….
The bolt is reengaged ready to send another shot down range. Ready to extinguish another light. The calm washes over my body as I breath out … slowly steadily deadly
BANG!!!
… Without thinking, without emotion, without hesitation. The Shot vibrates through my body. I brace the impact like I have done what seems like millions of times before. Instinctively I reach for the bolt again

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Now, I understand the 3 click guy, that’s not right anymore, his name his identity to me, the assassin. Now, I understand the assassins thoughts Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!! His breathing, his form, flawless, his thoughts … calm, peaceful, clear. He is a sniper hiding “as I am now”. Holding THIS slugthrower firing and immediately reloading, _click …. click …. click …. BANG, click …. click …. click …. BANG, click …. click …. click …. BANG.“ How long did it take me to be able to move the bolt action so perfectly that it creates the 3 clicks, to squeeze the trigger instead of pulling so the BANG is on target?” Now it is my turn to, be single minded, to do a job, to be emotionless. "How did I find myself following in the foot steps of the assassin, and not basking in the glory of the path of my family?

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

The sound, the feeling, the calm from the 3 clicks in my ear as I engage the target is eerie. My mind drifts as the force sends me … the emotions, the feelings, the dream, of my past. My father, mother everyone dead, torn from my mind by a lone assassin with THIS slugthower. A single minded person whose thoughts like my own concerned only with the repetitive 3

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

It has been years now since that day I am now of age, 21 and have climbed the ranks of Phoenix, the youngest candidate for phoenix Knite in millennia. I have earned my own Flame of the phoenix, my defining mark, my individuality.
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Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Another target another light … fades, disappears, and dies. Yet the force bombards me with thoughts of the past. I can not escape from its weight its ever watchful eye. Flare initiate I was unconcerned at the time with my rank. Until I learned of the freedom it granted. A new name a new identity replacing what that assassin stole from me. Flare initiate the name, the rank stood in my mind giving me … purpose, hope, strength. I embraced the fire that burnt in me for … revenge, knowledge, and understanding.

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

I was inducted into phoenix on the day of my death and rebirth. Phoenix Seer, Part of the prime council the head of the prime branch of phoenix inducted me. A great honor I am told. Yet I still do not know why he was there to begin with. The assassin left his slugthrower in my room, dropped unceremoniously to show his dead in killing my family. “This very same slugthrower.”

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

Phoenix Seer … taught me himself, tattooed me himself, saved me himself. I am a force user, hated, feared, in the galaxy. He taught me how … to fight, to survive, and to kill. He taught me the power of 3 as it … calms me, centers me, focuses me. It is the only thing I remember from my, old life. He taught me to hide my power trust in “THIS” rifle, but not to become attached… I am the weapon, I am the strength, I am the intent. This tool merely what I channel myself through

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“I will avenge my family I will continue their lineage I will become strong. The force will guide me”. The force my only connection to my true life my true name.

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“There has to be … another way, another path, another choice … my father’s way, my mother’s way, the way of the sword of the force. But where do I get a light saber where do I learn the sword? Where do I learn this path”

Click …. Click …. Click …. BANG!!!

“My job here is done” another mission another assassination, another contract, in the name of phoenix.” Why do these words always feel so heavy when I say them, then I realize. “I am no better.” The realization haunts me as I climb down to confirm my work … death, destruction pain, left in my wake. I quickly refocus myself, “I must find my family’s way!” My contract is to decimate a family of nobility corrupted by their power and greed, I kill every last one from the elder to the dog, not even the droids escapes. I reach into my utility belt and pluck my medallion. I leave it… my calling card, my resume, my individuality, among the scattered dead. “I am no better.” What I am, PHOENIX KNITE … this is my story, this is my pain, this is who I am!!!

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