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Sorry I haven't responded to this. I had read chapters 1 and 2, and thought I'd responded but I didn't.. and then lost track. I'm all caught up now. Please, don't be discouraged, this is a great story.
I hope Hector gets his act together. This is very interesting... is he gonna wind up as a red guard? I surely hope not!
If you're doing could you put me on your PM list?
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may the lurker be with you
lol didnt notice your earlier request for comments i mostly lurk but i love your
story, just wondering if later on in your story will we be seeing any of the main
star wars people or if all just oc either way loving it keep it up
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Alexis: Thanks, it feels much better now and I'll make sure to put you on the PM list 
imperial_Warlord5: Thanks for showing Right now, it'll mostly be OC's but there will be canon villain making a cameo by the end. I've got more stories to tell about Hector and hopefully, I can introduce more main characters later on. And may the lurker be with you too 
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Sorry for the late update, I've been down with a major cold lately. Anyhoo, here it is and we're finally getting closer to the action (never thought the prelude would stretch 7 chapters!)
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Chapter 8
The Lower Levels
During the following days, Hector threw all his anxiety concerning his mysterious powers to the wind and intensified his training. Now and then, a nagging sense of worry would appear in the back of his head but when he thought back to how he had one-upped Roderick with the help of his power, it helped dispel any notion of worry and spurred Hector on to train even more. From time to time, Al would appear to see Hector make ever bigger and heavier objects float but he would say nothing and neither did they talk about what Hector was doing. Hector preferred it to be this way. The less they spoke about his powers, the better. Despite the small blip at the party when Lina kissed Hector, Janus had nothing else to remark upon and within the week, he uninstalled the black boxes that were guarding the entrance.
‘I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you training again, Hector,’ Janus smiled widely as he discarded the last black box. ‘One day soon, we’ll be marching proudly into that recruitment office,’
‘Yeah,’ Hector said and avoided eye-contact with his father. He had not yet told him what Brock had promised to do. ‘Looking forward to it,’
‘Well, I must be off. Got better things to do nowadays than baby-sit you,’ Janus laughed and slapped Hector on the back before leaving the apartment.
‘And now, I’m free,’ Hector said, turning to Al.
‘And how are you going to spend that freedom?’ Al asked, but before Hector could answer, Al turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
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‘So, you’re free now, huh?’ Belle asked as she inspected the doorway. ‘So, when is it off to the recruitment office?’
‘There won’t be a recruitment office,’ Hector said, standing some way off with his arms crossed.
‘What do you mean?’ Belle asked, looking at Hector.
‘Lieutenant Brock made it pretty clear that he would make sure that I wouldn’t be entering the ranks of the Imperial army for some time,’
‘Are you joking?’ Belle said but Hector shook his head. ‘I guess I’m going to have a little chat with Roderick then,’
‘No use, he won’t listen to you. Heck, I wouldn’t listen to you,’ Hector said.
‘So you’re just going to take this Hector? You’re just going to give up?’
‘Oh no,’ Hector said. ‘I’ve made a little arrangement to prove Roderick wrong,’
Belle raised an eyebrow sceptically. ‘What kind of arrangement?’ she asked pointedly. ‘What can you possibly do, short of fighting in a war, to prove Roderick wrong?’
‘Ahem,’ Hector coughed slightly and suddenly seemed very interested in his shoes. ‘I’ve bet Roderick that I…that I can stay a whole day in the lower levels…’
‘What?’
‘Dressed in aristocratic clothing,’
‘What?!’
‘Yeah,’ Hector shrugged.
‘Are you mental?’ Belle said loudly. ‘You never left the upper levels and now you’re going down there dressed as an aristocrat?! You’re going to get torn to pieces!’
‘I don’t think so,’ Hector said.
‘Really? Really?! How come?’ Belle asked angrily. For a moment, Hector contemplated revealing everything to Belle but the look she gave him made him think otherwise.
‘I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,’ Hector simply said.
‘I cannot believe you,’ Belle said and shook her head. ‘I cannot believe you,’ and with that, she stormed out of Hector’s apartment. As the doors slid shut, Hector had no time to mull over Belle’s outburst and turned to the com and tapped in the number to Brock’s apartment.
‘Yes?’ the miniature form of Roderick Brock said as it appeared.
‘It’s time for the bet,’ Hector said.
‘Excellent,’ Brock smiled. ‘I’ll contact Holler. Where shall we meet?’
‘My apartment?’
‘Sure. Give us twenty minutes,’ Brock said and the hologram disappeared.
‘I don’t like this,’ a voice said from behind Hector and he turned around to see Al standing someway off.
‘Well, you’re not the one doing this, are you Al?’ Hector retorted.
‘I don’t care that you can levitate objects and manipulate the minds of others, it will not keep you safe, not down there,’
‘I believe so because I have felt the power of it,’
‘But sir,’ Al insisted.
‘Al! I need this. My life is in tatters and has been turned upside down. I need to trump Brock. I need to win!’
‘Very well, sir,’ the droid said sullenly and turned around. ‘Very well,’
****
Within the hour, Hector, Roderick and Fulton Holler were all standing in the repulsorlift which descended down the levels of Coruscant city. Hector stood in deep thought, occasionally shifting uncomfortably in his cumbersome clothing, whilst Roderick seemed to be the very personification of serenity. Only Fulton, who was slightly taller and a little larger than Hector seemed to be nervous.
‘When you say a whole day, do you mean a literal day? 24 hours?’ Fulton asked.
‘Actually,’ Roderick said calmly. ‘Me and Hector haven’t discussed the specific details,’ Roderick turned and faced Hector. ‘You did say a day, so that is 24 hours,’
‘Oh, I didn’t think this through properly. I was thinking along the lines of perhaps 12 hours,’
‘But that is only half a day, Hec,’ Brock said and smiled. ‘You won’t win the bet that way,’
‘Roderick, come on…’ Hector started to say pleadingly but Roderick simply shook his head.
‘No deal,’ he said.
‘So, I guess it is 24 hours then,’ Hector said, deflating slightly under his heavy clothing. Fulton groaned. The repulsorlift started to grind to a halt and as the doors slid apart, the three men were met with the musky odours of the lower levels.
‘Disgusting,’ Roderick spat as he covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief made out of fine silk. ‘Well, we’re here now. I expect to see you back upside in 24 hours and not a minute before that. I want to wish you good luck but…’ Roderick smiled mock-apologetically as the doors slid shut and the repulsorlift shot upwards, leaving Hector and Fulton squinting as they looked skywards and followed the repulsorlift’s progress before it disappeared into the haze.
‘I hate you Hector. I hate you so much,’ Fulton said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doors of the repulsorlift with a surly expression on his face. ‘Why do you have to do this? Why?’
‘I could explain, but you wouldn’t understand,’ Hector said. ‘Come, let’s walk,’
‘Walk!?’ Fulton blurted. ‘And put ourselves in harms way? You’re crazy. We’re staying here and that’s that,’
‘I’m going to walk around. It’s a part of the bet,’ Hector said and started to walk off. Fulton hanged around the repulsorlift doors a while longer but when he realised that Hector was serious, he ran up to him.
‘You’re mad, you know that?’ Fulton said as he came up next to Hector. ‘And what do you have to gain? Nothing! It doesn’t make sense!’
‘Please, stop the whining Fulton,’ Hector yawned. ‘You’re a lieutenant! Act like one,’
‘And that is what you want, by acting like this?’ Fulton asked. ‘You want to feel like a lieutenant, don’t you? To forget your failure,’
‘And what if it is?’ Hector said, turning to Fulton and looking annoyed.
‘Bravery is not won on the streets,’ Fulton pointed out as he gave two mean looking Rodians a wide berth as they came and walked past him. However, they ignored Fulton completely and instead stared at Hector and his gear of a dark-blue heavy jacket with golden shoulder pads and a silken shirt beneath, medals on his chest, cane in hand, spotless shoes and pants matching the jacket.
‘Clearly not,’ Hector said with a slight smile as he noticed Fulton’s reaction. Hector walked over to a stand and picked up a fruit and inspected it whilst the Dug vendor gazed at him curiously. ‘Exactly why are you here with me, Fulton, if you object to it so strongly? Did Roderick bully you into this?’
‘No!’ Fulton said forcefully but he remained in the background as Hector continued to inspect the various fruits on offer. ‘He promised me parts of your collection,’
‘He did, did he?’ Hector asked as he placed the fruit he was holding back in its place and left the stand. ‘Are you regretting that decision now?’
‘Somewhat,’ Fulton said truthfully.
‘Afraid are you?’
‘I stand to lose nothing if I run,’ Fulton pointed out. ‘I will still go to war and earn respect. If you win this, which I don’t think you will, it will still be a crazy bet and no more. You won’t win respect Hector, this is a misguided attempt,’
‘Your opinion is duly noted, Holler. Thank you,’ Hector said.
‘Why not simply join the stormtrooper corps? You’re still eligible for that,’
‘Not an option,’
They proceeded onwards in silence, past steam vents and shifty looking aliens. Fulton kept looking around himself nervously as Hector drew more and more attention to himself without doing anything. Everyone who stood and gazed at Hector had the same look of badly concealed disgust on their faces. It made Fulton feel even more uncomfortable. Suddenly, Hector stood up and pulled a gold chrono out of his pocket.
‘Ah, it’s gone an hour already,’
‘Great,’ Fulton sighed.
‘I’m feeling peckish. Want to grab something to eat?’
‘Sure, but I’m not sure we’ll find anything edible down here,’ Fulton said.
‘Agreed, but I don’t think I can spend 24 hours down here without something in my stomach,’ Hector said and cast a sideway glance at Fulton’s jacket with stretches slightly across his stomach. ‘Neither can you, I assume,’
‘How about that place?’ Fulton asked and pointed at a random stand.
‘Sure,’ Hector shrugged and walked over, seating himself opposite a greyish Neimoidian with a greasy apron and a chef’s hat with burnt holes and sauce spots on it. He eyed Hector curiously.
‘Oh great,’ Fulton said loudly and stopped dead in his tracks. ‘A Neimoidian! We’ll be poisoned for sure!’
‘No no!’ the Neimoidian said quickly, not willing to lose his first customers for hours and shook his large head. ‘I am very sanitary! Look!’ he said and moved over to the sink, applying liberally some blue soap onto his arms and washing it under steaming hot water. He then held out his hands in front Hector and Fulton. ‘Look! Very clean, very sanitary!’
Fulton still didn’t seemed convinced and shook his head slightly. Determined to keep his customers, the Neimoidian pulled forth his strongest argument: ‘Cheapest place in area. Look,’ he said, pointing first to his prices and then around at the other stalls to illustrate his point.
‘Credits!’ Hector blurted and smacked his forehead with the palm. ‘I’ve completely forgotten to bring any credits! Have you got any?’ Hector asked as he dug around in his pockets.
‘This,’ Fulton said and held out a handful of credits.
‘I’ve got this. Leftovers from a night at the casino,’ Hector said and dug up a few credits. ‘What can we get for this?’ he asked as the Neimodian and laid out all the credits on the counter.
‘These,’ the Neimodian said and pointed to three dishes. All looked fairly unappetizing.
‘Anything humans can eat?’ Hector asked.
‘All is good,’ the Neimoidian said.
‘Really?’ Hector asked and then turned to Fulton. ‘What do you want?’
‘Let’s take that brown stuff,’
‘What’s in this brown stuff?’ Hector asked.
‘Just take it, I don’t want to know what’s in it,’
The Neimoidian dished up two bowls full with the brown, steaming goo and handed them over to the two men. With bowls in hand, they swivelled their chairs around so that they could gaze over the lower levels.
‘Disgusting,’ Fulton said.
‘The food or…?’
‘The food and this place. Seeing this place makes me convinced that our mission is a righteous one,’
‘To civilise the galaxy?’
‘Yes,’ Fulton nodded. ‘Is it a coincidence that the worst areas of Imperial City are almost solely inhabited by aliens?’
‘Indeed not. Imagine the squalor on planets where there are no humans,’
‘Yep, the galaxy is in need of one heck of a cleaning job,’ Fulton said and looked down his bowl in obvious distaste before letting it go down the ground. ‘Yet, it’s not easy because some aliens stand against us,’
‘True,’ Hector said, finding his goo to be surprisingly tasty if a little thick. ‘I have never understood that. The New Order has obviously been of great advantage to us humans so why do others resist it?’
‘Like that crazy Rebel Alliance,’ Fulton said.
‘Oh, don’t get me started on them,’ Hector said as he threw his bowl into the waste-bin. ‘I can sum them up in one word: pathetic,’
‘Indeed,’ Fulton laughed. ‘I’ve heard they’re faltering. This war will be over soon,’
‘Hopefully,’
‘Look,’ Fulton said and leaned over towards Hector. ‘I was actually kind of sad to hear that you failed to get in, though seeing you do this now kind of explains it. You are crazy,’ he winked and Hector smiled.
‘Thanks Holler. I’m glad hearing that someone will miss me,’ and then added: ‘And about this, I guess it is crazy but it is very important to me, regardless of what everyone else thinks,’
‘Sure Hector,’ Fulton said as he glanced at his chrono. ‘We’ve been here one and a half hour,’
‘Well, let’s get moving and kill some time,’ Hector said and they started to walk away from the stand.
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For the next couple of hours, Fulton and Hector simply walked around, attracting attention wherever they appeared. Some would stay clear of them fearfully whilst a few would call out cheerily, bowing in a mocking fashion and refer to Hector as “his lordship”. But most simply gazed at the two men darkly and muttered insults under their breath. The atmosphere was definitely hostile and Fulton was very visibly nervous, forcing Hector to uphold an image of calm despite feeling panic creep in.
The hours crawled slowly and darkness started to seep down into the lower levels. Vividly colourful and flashing neon lights buzzed into life, contrasting starkly with the drab grey that was the lower levels. It made the environment seem even more unsettling.
‘Eight more hours to go,’ Hector said as they stood under a blinking blue neon lights advertising dancing Twi’lek girls.
‘This won’t work,’ Fulton said, having grown even more unsettled as darkness had fallen. ‘Let’s just do it this way instead: we go back to your apartment and I’ll just tell Roderick you managed to stay here a whole day. How about that?’
‘Don’t you think Roderick is keeping an eye out for us?’ Hector said. ‘No, I’ve already told you. I must do this,’
Fulton was about to lodge another complaint when a group of beings came stumbling out of the club with the dancing Twi’lek girls. They looked around and stopped when they saw Hector.
‘Hey there, lordy boy!’ a large, green Twi’lek, twice the size of Fulton shouted drunkenly and pointed to Hector. ‘Got some credits? We want to see more girls!’
‘Sorry, can’t help you,’ Hector said as he started to walk off, pulling Fulton with him.
‘Of course you can!’ the Twi’lek shouted back. ‘Look at you! You’ve got credits flowing out of your ar…’
‘Here,’ Hector said impatiently and threw the last of their credits onto the ground before.
‘I’m not picking that up,’ the Twi’lek said.
‘Excuse me?’ Hector said, turning around and facing the Twi’lek.
‘I’m not crawling on the ground for your credits,’
‘You begged for them,’ Hector retorted.
‘Hand some credits over to me, as an equal,’
Despite their apprehension, both Hector and Fulton couldn’t help but laugh at this.
‘We are hardly equals, my good man,’ Hector said.
‘I am a Twi’lek! Not a man!’ the Twi’lek shouted back angrily. ‘Hand over all your credits, now,’
‘That is all my credits, take it or leave it,’ Hector said.
‘Come on now, let’s leave,’ Fulton said, tugging at Hector urgently.
‘You are far from the top, lordy boy,’ the Twi’lek said, advancing on Hector. ‘Sayan, Spot, let’s show them how we do it down here,’ another, smaller Twi’lek and a spotted Rodian came up next to their friend and all three sprung upon Hector and Fulton. Fulton shouted and swung his fists wildly about him, catching the spotted Rodian on the snout but the large Twi’lek barged into him and pushed him to the floor. Hector jumped and elbowed the large Twi’lek in his side but suddenly felt someone wrap an arm around his neck and yank him backwards.
‘Ful...Ful…!’ Hector gasped and Fulton scrambled to his feet and tackled the smaller Twi’lek called Sayan which had tried to throttle him. ‘Go! Go!’ Hector shouted hoarsely as he massaged his throat and both he and Fulton started to run down the street as fast as they could. Behind them, they could hear the angry shouts of the large Twi’lek and the quick footfalls of their pursuers. Hector’s uniform was heavy and ungainly and he felt himself slowing down.
‘Hector! Come on! They are gaining on us!’ Fulton shouted as he looked behind him.
‘I can’t…I can’t…’ Hector said, breathing heavily and halting to a stop. Both of them stopped and looked back at saw the shadows of their pursuers growing larger on the grey walls. ‘We must split up,’
Fulton looked at Hector and then back down the street before saying: ‘Yes, we must,’
‘We meet up at the repulsorlift,’
‘Sure,’ Fulton said and ran off to the right as quickly as he could. Hector started to run to the left but he was now in full sight and he heard the large Twi’lek shout triumphantly: ‘There he is! Get him!’
H
ector stopped and turned around and saw as the pursuers advanced on him slowly.
‘So, you’re left all alone now are you?’ the large Twi’lek grinned widely. Hector didn’t answer, but instead closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down as much as possible. He needed all the power he could muster. This was why he had taken the bet in the first place and Hector had hoped deeply that it would never come to it, but no he was cornered and nothing but his powers could save him now.
‘Yeah, you better close your eyes,’ a guttural voice, probably the Rodian Spot, said. Hector opened his eyes slightly and saw an overturned waste-bin with garbage strewn around it. Hector concentrated on the garbage.
‘Pick him clean,’ the large Twi’lek rumbled and Hector saw how they neared him. Extending his hand, he pointed toward the pile of garbage and imagined himself grabbing it. He then made a throwing motion and he saw how roughly a handful of garbage launched itself against the other Twi’lek, Sayan and hitting him square on the face. Hector couldn’t help but smile.
‘So you think it’s funny do you?’ Sayan said, spitting and wiping his face. Hector didn’t answer but kept his concentration on the garbage. He extended his other arm and launched two handfuls of garbage towards the large Twi’lek and the Rodian which also hit them on their faces.
‘Enough funny business!’ the Twi’lek roared. ‘Give him pain,’
All three ran up to him and Hector panicked, trying to grasp at anything he could reach with his mind. He felt something connect and made the throwing motion and to his surprise, he saw the waste-bin soars through the air and hit the Rodian square on the face which fell back. However, this distracted him from the two Twi’leks which came up to him and pulled him down to the ground.
‘Pick him clean! Pick him clean!’ the large Twi’lek breathed savagely as he punched the air out of Hector whilst the other landed several blows on his face. Hector flailed with his arms and legs and managed to trip the smaller Twi’lek and hit the large Twi’lek across the face.
But as he raised himself to his feet, Hector felt someone grabbed him forcefully by his collars and throw him into a pile of garbage. As his head spun, something heavy landed on him and he felt something hot drip onto his face. As his vision cleared, he saw the Rodian on top of him, wielding a broken off, rusty steel pipe and bleeding profusely from his snout.
‘Ya atta luck,’ the Rodian said, causing great bubbles of blood to appear out of his snout. He brought down the pipe near Hector’s head, but Hector managed to roll over and barely avoided getting hit. Instead, he kicked upwards and hit the Rodian squarely on the chest, causing him to fall backwards. But as Hector shot upwards to his feet, the two Twi’leks emerged once again from the shadow, also holding makeshift weapons found in the garbage piles. Hector backed up but found that it was a dead-end and that he had his back pressed up against a wall.
‘Nowhere to run, lordy boy,’ the large green Twi’lek said, oozing with murderous satisfaction as the other Twi’lek helped the Rodian to his feet. They all moved in for the kill now.
‘No! No! Please!’ Hector shouted but they simply smiled maliciously at his pleas. They were only a few steps from Hector now, flexing their hands and brandishing their pipes. ‘Nooooooooo!’ Hector shouted, closing his eyes and waved his hands in front him desperately.
He felt a sudden surge of energy move through his arms as he waved them and some kind of force pushed him back against the wall. Hector could hear shouting and several bangs before everything turned into an unsettling silence. Hector opened his eyes slowly and saw that the three brutes had disappeared.
‘What did I do?’ he said, starting to panic. He stumbled over the garbage pile and looked around, realising that there was an odd lumps of rags lying on the middle of the street. Another one was in a garbage pile up against the wall and another was doubled over a ladder just above Hector’s head. Upon closer inspection, he saw that these piles of rags were his three pursuers, all knocked out cold. Not willing to spend anymore time near them, Hector left them without looking back and ran through the narrow streets without being quite sure where he was going. It wasn’t until he reached the main street that he found his bearings and could make his way back to the repulsorlift. There he found Fulton who was standing as far in to the shadow as he could.
‘Hector! Where are they?’ Fulton said, emerging from dark as Hector neared the repulsorlift.
‘I managed to shake them off. We’re safe,’
‘Not until we get up top-side,’ Fulton said hurriedly and pressed the button to call the repulsorlift.
‘What?! We’ve got about seven hours left! We can’t leave now,’ Hector said, pulling Fulton away from the repulsorlift.
‘I’m not staying down here,’ Fulton said. ‘They might be out still searching for us,’
‘They’re not,’ Hector said and shook his head.
‘And how can you be sure?’ Fulton said and turned around, facing Hector. His eyes widened as he saw Hector’s bruised face. ‘You didn’t shake them off, they caught up with you. How did you get away?’
‘I used some of my COMPNOR moves, alright?’ Hector said impatiently. ‘Can we stay now?’
‘Are you crazy?! No way! I’ve had it with your crazy bet!’ Fulton said, tearing away from Hector and entering the repulsorlift.
‘No Fulton!’ Hector shouted. ‘I will lose!’
‘I don’t care!’ Fulton shouted back, flashing his pass and pushing the button that would take him up top-side. The doors closed slowly as Hector and Fulton stared at each other, but just as they closed, Hector jammed his hand through the gap and the doors slid open. Hector stepped in and looked at Fulton angrily.
‘I have nothing to say to you,’ he simply said as the doors slid shut and the repulsorlift shot up the levels. After some silent minutes, the repulsorlift halted at the topmost level and opened its doors. Fulton jumped out quickly with Hector following behind morosely.
‘Seven more hours and I would’ve won,’ Hector thought as a feeling numbness seemed to overtake him. As he set foot on the top level, Hector could hear something whirring and a sudden laser scan hit him. Next there was a bright flash and a little chirrup. As Hector regained his sight, he saw a small black astromech rolling up to him.
‘Great, that is Roderick’s astromech,’ he sighed. ‘We’re busted,’
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Can't say I blame Fulton for wanting to get out of there. It was a stupid way to try to prove himself anyway!
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[quote=yodas_waiter]Sorry for the late update, I've been down with a major cold lately. Anyhoo, here it is and we're finally getting closer to the action (never thought the prelude would stretch 7 chapters!)
 where still in the prolude there 2 words that describes my feelings and what i think of this fanfic so far epic win 
‘True,’ Hector said, finding his goo to be surprisingly tasty if a little thick. ‘I have never understood that. The New Order has obviously been of great advantage to us humans so why do others resist it?’
he truly is a imperial at heart wonder if that change when he finaly starts enforcing 
‘Like that crazy Rebel Alliance,’ Fulton said.
‘Oh, don’t get me started on them,’ Hector said as he threw his bowl into the waste-bin. ‘I can sum them up in one word: pathetic,’
if he does become a stormtrooper lets hope he dosent get assigned to the death star or he see up close how pathetic the rebel alliance truly is[/color] 
‘Nooooooooo!’ Hector shouted, closing his eyes and waved his hands in front him desperately.
He felt a sudden surge of energy move through his arms as he waved them and some kind of force pushed him back against the wall. Hector could hear shouting and several bangs before everything turned into an unsettling silence. Hector opened his eyes slowly and saw that the three brutes had disappeared.
‘What did I do?’ he said, starting to panic.
yes what did he do i dont remmber the wave hands enemys vanish force power been a handy sith power, my lord the rebels are attacking, vader waves hand, the rebels are gone empire a million rebels 0[/color] 
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Alexis: Indeed. Hector needs to think smarter
imperial_warlord5: Epic win? Well...I don't know about that. But thanks anyway. And yes, I don't think Hector would be so cocky if he saw the Rebels up front 
Thanks for the comments. Unfortunately, there'll be no update next week on account of me going away on a cruise. I'll see if I can get an update in earlier next week
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I'm so so sorry for the late update! May has been a crazy months with exams and everything so I have barely had time to write the story. Well, know I'm here and I hope you all are still with me.
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Chapter 9
The Armour
‘You are not taking my collection,’ Hector said as he backed up against the cabinet displaying a wide assortment of blasters and vibro-blades.
‘Hector, you are being unreasonable,’ Roderick said calmly. ‘I’ve won it fair and square,’
‘Oh no, don’t try that with me,’ Hector said and waged a finger in front of Roderick’s face. ‘How was I supposed to stay down there without a witness? I had to leave because of the witness! Besides, I got in a fight!’
‘A technicality,’ Brock said dismissively. ‘And you only seemed to be a little bruised. More likely that you fell on your face whilst wearing that ceremonial suit,’
‘It was a technicality that forced me to stay down there longer than originally planned. Had I stayed there for only 12 hours as I wanted to, I would’ve won,’
‘No, it’s time to owe up to your promise.’ Brock said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.
‘No! No deal!’ Hector said angrily.
‘Well, considering everything you’ve recently lost, I still thought you would’ve been a man of a word but apparently that is gone too. Very well, enjoy your collection, Hector. Good day,’ Roderick said coolly and turned around, leaving the apartment.
Hector wiped his brow, sighed and fell onto the sofa.
‘I take it that there were complications with your bet,’ Al said as he emerged from the kitchen and walked over to the sofa with a pack of ice. ‘Do you want this for your face?’
‘No thanks, Al. I feel quite alright,’ Hector said and touched his bruised check and temple tenderly. ‘No, Brock believed that he had one the bet even though it was Fulton and not I whose nerves were too frail,’
‘He tried to claim your collection?’
‘Tried and failed. I’m afraid that Brock will make sure that my “dishonesty” is well-known to all now,’ Hector said.
‘Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, I would like to know more about this fight you got into. You were sketchy on the details,’
‘What is it you want to know?’
‘How many were there?’ Al asked.
‘Umm…three…’
‘Three?!’ Al said in surprise. ‘And obviously they caught up with you. How did you get away,’
‘I simply fought them off,’ Hector shrugged and looked away as Al leaned over closer to get a good look at Hector.
‘Three of them? In your ceremonial suit?’
‘Well, I had some help,’ Hector said as he made a small piece of fruit float from a bowl on the table and into his hand. Al simply shook his head. ‘What?’ Hector said loudly. ‘My powers did protect me, contrary to what you believed,’
‘Still, I hope you realised that you can’t let these powers get to your head,’ Al said sternly. ‘I hope this is the last we’ll see of anything of this kind,’
‘But you should’ve seen it,’ Hector said enthusiastically. ‘They attacked me, I moved my arms in some way and then they flew through the air. I knew I could move smaller objects and such stuff, but I made these three thugs fly through the air. I never knew I was that powerful,’
‘What difference does it really make, sir? How are you going to really use these powers, anyway?’
Hector didn’t answer instantly, but instead paced back and forth, taking a bite out of the piece of fruit and chewing slowly.
‘Al,’ he said, after a few minutes silence. ‘I realise that I can only use these powers for what they are truly meant for…to serve and protect the Empire,’
‘What?!’ Al exclaimed. ‘How? You cannot become an officer and Roderick Brock has sworn to make sure you never wear stormtrooper armour!’
‘Look Al, I was attacked down there and I stopped it,’ Hector said energetically as he indicated towards himself. ‘Out of all the hours I was down there, I never saw an Imperial patrol,’
‘But sir, one man cannot…’
‘But I am not one man, Al. I knocked out three strong thugs all by myself,’ Hector stepped forward, grabbed Al by the shoulders and looked as deep as he could into the droid’s receptors. ‘I’ve seen the underbelly of Coruscant and it needs to be cleaned out. How can we expect to lead the galaxy by example if we can’t even take care of our backyard?’
‘Sir, you cannot go on an ideological crusade! It will not work!’
‘I have to Al otherwise my life has no meaning,’ suddenly, Hector blue-green eyes grew wide in wonder and he snapped his fingers, saying: ‘Potential!’
‘Potential for what?’ Al asked, nonplussed.
‘I wondered that for a while but now I get it. I have potential to make everything right! All this happened for a purpose!’
‘I don’t understand…’ the droid said slowly.
‘My visions…the foretelling! It’s coming true!’
‘Did it tell you to patrol the lower levels?’ Al asked.
‘Explicitly? No,’ Hector shook his head. ‘But it’s like you said: how am I going to use these powers anyway?’
‘This is not a good idea…’ Al sighed.
‘Al, I have been preparing all my life to lead and more importantly, to serve. That was taken out of my grasp but fate has intervened and given me a second chance. I must take it!’
‘Sir, listen to me!’ Al said forcefully. ‘You are displaying all the characteristics of Force sensitivity. The same ones the Jedi had. I know because I saw it with my own receptors! The Empire knows this and if you display your powers more publicly, they will find you and…deal with you,’
‘I am not a Jedi!’ Hector said angrily. ‘I am not Force sensitive! And the Jedi were not special! If that were so, how did they fail with their plot to overthrow the Republic?’ Hector calmed himself down and looked straight into the receptors of his droid servant: ‘Al, I’m something completely new and when the Empire sees how I’m serving them, they will be sure to reward me,’
‘No, no, no,’ Al said and shook his head. ‘Whatever you’ll do, they will see these powers as a threat,’
‘I will still do it. I must,’ Hector said defiantly.
Al looked at Hector and then down at the ground. He realised that Hector’s resolve could not be broken and that he was defeated. ‘Then I have only one last thing to say,’ Al said slowly.
‘And what would that be?’ Hector asked.
‘That you conceal your identity,’
‘What?! Why?’
‘So that they don’t find you. So that they don’t know that it’s Hector Viralte, the nobleman, that is displaying these powers,’
‘I can’t agree with that,’
‘But think of your father, mother and friends. Do you want them to know what powers you have?’
‘No…’ Hector said slowly.
‘Yet you are willing to show it off to the rest of Coruscant?’
‘I…’
‘Hector, there is a reason why you’ve only confided this in me and it is a good one. If you must do this, then I suggest that you hide your identity,’
‘But I…’
‘You will not gain fame and respect, only fear and loathing. You’re different Hector and some people don’t like that,’
Hector turned around and looked out the window which gave a spectacular view of Imperial City whilst rubbing his chin. Did he really want all those people out there to know who he is and what he can do?
‘You know Al,’ he said, turning back to the droid. ‘Sometimes I wish that my father had given you a mind-wipe. I’ll do as you’ve suggested,’
‘I am sorry to disappoint,’ Al said, bowing slightly but his voice could not conceal how pleased he was.
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A small bell rang as the doors slid apart and Hector, with Al following close behind, entered the antiques store.
‘Master Viralte! Long time no see!’ a small, greying man shouted cheerily from behind the counter.
‘Zeyrus! How are you doing?’ Hector smiled, walking up the counter and extending his hand which Zeyrus grabbed tightly and shook energetically.
‘I’m doing good, though business has been a little slow lately. People seem less and less interested in the past nowadays,’ Zeyrus lamented.
‘Well, hopefully I can cheer you up,’ Hector said.
‘Ah, but I thought you weren’t coming here because your collection was complete,’
‘I’m starting a new one,’ Hector said. ‘I started with weapons, so the next logical step would be armour, don’t you think?’
‘Very much so, sir. Follow me, right this way,’ Zeyrus said happily and lead Hector into a side-room filled with different sets of armours from all kinds of ages and cultures.
‘Very impressive, Zeyrus, I must say,’ Hector said as he inspected some old Wookiee armour up close. ‘How did you get your hands on all of these?’
‘Oh, that is my secret,’ Zeyrus said. ‘Anything in particular that interests you?’
‘Yes,’ Hector said and turned away from the Wookiee armour. ‘I need something human,’ Hector glanced at Al which nodded slightly in agreement.
‘Human, huh?’ Zeyrus said as he walked along the rows of armour. ‘Ah!’ he exclaimed suddenly as he pushed a button and out slid some armour from the rack. ‘Mandalorian Neo-Crusader! A rarity,’
‘Mandalorian!’ Hector exclaimed with a look of disgust on his face. ‘By the Emperor, no! Have you forgotten my aversion to everything that has to do with this barbaric race?’
‘Apologies, sir,’ Zeyrus said, bowing and pushing the armour back. ‘It has been so long that I had forgotten your dislikes. How about this?’ Zeyrus pressed a button which produced another armour. ‘Nimbus Commando from…’
‘Jabiim. I know,’ Hector interrupted. ‘Separatist scum. My father would not approve of it,’
‘Of course not, of course not. How silly of me to forget,’ Hector walked past Zeyrus as the shopkeeper pushed back the armour and scoured the rows for anything interesting. Suddenly, for no reason at all, Hector came to a halt in front of a rack and pushed the button. Out came a human-shaped, silver armour. It had its back turned to Hector.
‘Zeyrus, what is this?’ Hector asked.
‘This?’ Zeyrus said as he jogged up to the side of Hector. ‘Sith trooper armour, another rarity. Contemporary with the Neo-Crusader actually,’
‘Sith? It rings a bell,’
‘That is ancient history, sir,’ Zeyrus said. ‘The Sith were rogue Jedi that broke away from the Republic several thousands of years ago and built their own Empire that almost wiped the Republic out of existence. These troopers were their enforcers for some time, some four thousand years ago if I remember correctly,’
‘What happened to them?’
‘They appear in and out of history but they disappeared for good some thousand years ago. Of course, by that time, this armour was already ancient,’
‘Interesting,’ Hector said as he eyed the armour.
‘Indeed. The Empire was real, but I personally believe that the Sith are nothing more than something out of a child’s fairy tale. They’re supposed to be like the Jedi and we know how real the “powers” of the Jedi were,’ Zeyrus said and winked. ‘Anyhoo, the people that wore these where the real deal,’ Zeyrus added and thumped the armour.
Hector stroked his chin as he walked around to view the armour from the front and as his gaze moved towards the helmet, his heart missed a beat. The helmet had a sparkling, gold visor.
‘Gold-face,’ Hector muttered.
‘Excuse me, sir?’
‘I’ll take this one,’ Hector said, unable to tear his eyes away from the mask. It was as if he could hear that voice emanating from the mask, urging to him to “prepare”. But that voice wasn’t distant or mysterious anymore. It was his voice now! Hector was Gold-face!
‘Sir?’ Zeyrus said, tapping Hector lightly on his arm. ‘Do you find the price too steep?’
‘No, not at all old friend,’ Hector said with an ethereal voice as he slowly dug out his credit card and handed it to Zeyrus. ‘It’s quite alright,’
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The plot thickens. I love the droid. So much like Alfred.
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sith armour intresting wonder what the sith think of that
also i recomend that you put this on fanfiction.net to get more loyal followers
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Alexis: Thanks! I'm glad you like Al since I'm trying to infuse the story with some stereotypical Superhero characters and Al is one of them. He's based off Al, Bruce Wayne's/Batmans butler and confidante, especially as Michael Caine has portrayed: you know, being faithful and supportive but not hesitating to speak up when something seems silly
Imperial_Warlord: Yes, I think the symbolism won't be lost on the Sith and in fact, it's a future plotline. That's all I'm going to say  Fanfiction.net you say? I've never been there but maybe I should check it out. I'll perhaps do that once the story is complete. Thanks for the head's-up!
Ok, I've finally gotten over the crazy week which is graduation and I've got another update. Now it's time for some action! Enjoy!
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Chapter 10
Enter the Enforcer
‘Does it fit, sir?’ Al asked. Hector had been in his room for some time now.
‘Like a glove,’ Al heard Hector say through the door. A few seconds later, the door hissed open and Hector stepped out, wearing the Sith armour. The armour plates were in reflective silver and under them was a black body-sock. The visor was in reflective gold and it obscured the face completely. Al thought that Hector had at least done a good choice when choosing the armour. There was no way in guessing that it was his master that hid behind that helmet.
‘What do you think?’ Hector asked and spun around.
‘Very good,’ Al said. ‘At least it guarantees anonymity. How does it feel?’
‘Surprisingly light,’ Hector said. ‘But I inspected the plates and they are expertly crafted and will offer good protection,’
‘You are still doing this, sir?’
‘Yes and you know why and we’ve had this discussion already. I’m not budging,’
‘Very well sir, but do keep in mind that you’ve taken on a monumental task. It would be admirable had you taken it for more altruistic reasons…’
‘Oh come now Al! I’m doing this for the New O…’
‘You are doing this for your self esteem with a complete disregard of what it can do your reputation, your family or yourself for that matter. You’re also putting your hope to powers that will make you hunted by the Imperial authorities! Sir, you are no hero!’
‘Al,’ Hector said sternly. ‘I don’t want or need to hear this. We have had this discussion already,’ Hector thumped his fist into his balled hand as he said the last sentence.
‘Then can you do one thing for me, sir?’ Al asked.
‘What is it this time Al?’
‘Paint your armour in a different colour,’
‘What for?’ Hector said, sounding truly offended. ‘This is a rarity…’
‘Exactly and that makes it recognisable. You don’t want any hints of your…activities lying about,’
‘But it’s such a rare piece of antiquity,’ Hector moaned.
‘So what do you prize the most?’ Al asked and he would’ve smirked, if he could. ‘Your collection or your career as a scum buster?’
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‘Damn droid, always making too much sense,’ Hector grumbled as he sat down heavily on his sofa and regarded the armour in front of him.
‘Grumble all you want, but this armour is impractical for two reasons,’ Al said, placing can of pain in front of Hector. ‘One, it’s too recognisable and two, it is reflective silver. How are you going to be able to stalk the streets if the crooks you’re chasing can see you coming from afar?’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Hector said impatiently. ‘Now go and do something else. I’ll handle this,’
‘Very well, sir,’ Al said. ‘Just don’t spill any paint,’
As the droid hobbled off, Hector grabbed a can and walked up the armour. He held up the transparent can up against the armour to see if the colour matched.
‘Definitely not dark blue,’ Hector thought as he put the can away. ‘Though it usually suits me,’ He took his time contemplating the other colours: mottled grey, dark brown, plain blue, black, dark green and he even considered using red for some time, until he came to the conclusion that it was too morbid and a bit over the top. With a sigh, he settled for black.
‘How clichéd,’ Hector thought as the dipped his brush into the paint. He winced and gritted his teeth as he applied the paint heavily to the armour. ‘Desecration! Utter desecration!’ he thought. But it didn’t hinder Hector from making a thorough, but speedy work of it and it didn’t take long until Al heard him say, somewhat cheerily: ‘There, I’m done!’
‘Very good, sir,’ Al said, coming out of the kitchen and eyeing Hector’s handiwork. The armour was now completely black, save the golden visor which contrasted starkly with the blackness of the armour. ‘Slightly ominous though,’
‘Yeah, a dark knight,’ Hector said as he inspected the armour closely. ‘Those were never the good guys in the stories,’
‘They were only stories, sir,’ Al said.
‘Yeah, a collection of archetypes and symbols without any real meaning,’ Hector smiled. ‘They won’t have a real impact on me,’
‘I would think that what the stories say are the least of your worries from now on,’
‘I suppose so,’ Hector said and yawned. ‘It’s late and I think I’m going to turn in for the night,’
‘Sir,’ Al said and stepped in front of Hector. ‘I feel compelled to apologize for my behaviour of late. Many of the things I have said to you are unacceptable for a servant droid. It is no real excuse but I am worried for you sir, so much has gone on in the short time since I arrived here. What has been going on has turned my perception of the world upside down and I am confused. Still, I stepped out of line on several occasions and I apologise for that. Even though I disagree, I can see that your heart is completely into this and I will support you, unconditionally,’
‘Thanks Al,’ Hector said with a wide smile and watery eyes. ‘You don’t know how much this means to me. Besides, I like my droids to be a little snarky some of the time. I wouldn’t have you any other way,’
‘Why, sir…’ the droid said, sounding slightly embarrassed.
‘No, don’t worry about it,’ Hector said and patted Al reassuringly on the droid’s shoulder.
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The next morning, the paint had dried and the armour still managed to look foreboding and threatening in the full daylight. Hector was really impressed with his handiwork but it seemed to him that it was the golden visor that gave the armour the feeling it had. It was blank and reflective which was such a stark contrast to the rest of the armour and Hector supposed it was the visor that gave the armour the aura that it had. Hector was snapped out of his reveries as the doorbell rang.
‘Al!’ he shouted as he ran up the door. The droid materialised instantly.
‘Yes sir?’
‘Could you please move the armour out of sight?’
‘Yes sir,’ the droid answered and hobbled off. The doorbell rang again.
‘Give me a minute!’ Hector shouted through the door and watched as Al lugged the armour into his bedroom. When the droid re-emerged and had closed the bedroom-door, Hector opened the door just as the doorbell rang again.
‘Belle! Hey!’ he said happily. ‘How are you doing?’
But Belle just seemed annoyed and brushed past Hector.
‘I’m doing fine, by the way,’ Hector said, slightly miffed as the door closed behind him. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘You! You are what is wrong!’ Belle said accusingly.
‘Wait a minute here,’ Hector said slowly. ‘What have I done now?’
‘It’s that stupid bet!’
‘But that was days ago,’ Hector said.
‘I know!’ Belle said angrily. ‘And I can’t believe you actually did it! Fulton said you got beat up!’
‘Yeah, well, Fulton tends to exaggerate…’ Hector said, touching his previously bruised cheek tenderly.
‘I can see that, but still! What did you accomplish?’ Belle asked.
‘A lot,’ Hector said, rather unconvincingly.
‘Like?’
‘I can’t tell you that,’ Hector said evasively. Belle sighed and shook her head.
‘You have changed Hector. You have changed a lot since that overdose. You’re evasive, reclusive and just odd. We haven’t seen each other for a long time and you feel more and more like a stranger to me,’
‘Belle, you must understand that I have gone through a lot lately what with failing with my application, the overdose, me being grounded and my new…’ Hector realised all of a suddenly that he was saying too much and he clamped his mouth shut.
‘Your new what?’ Belle asked, eyeing Hector suspiciously.
‘My new…’ Hector stretched out the last word as he tried to quickly think of something reasonable to say. ‘My new attitude towards life,’ he said, giving himself a mental pat on the back as Belle nodded her head slowly.
‘I understand, but still, you’ve been very reclusive throughout all this. I’m your friend but I don’t feel like it since I haven’t been there for you,’
‘Oh Belle,’ Hector smiled and pulled her into an embrace. ‘I know what kind of a friend you are. You don’t need to worry. Say what, let me take you out some place. To a restaurant or a show or anything you fancy?’
‘That would be nice,’ Belle smiled. ‘Are you available tonight?’
‘Oh,’ Hector said and shifted uncomfortably. He looked back at the closed bedroom door where his armour was. Hector had planned that tonight would be his debut at scum-busting. A sense of excitement had coursed through him all day since he woken up and he wasn’t about to quench it for a night out with Belle. Hector really liked her, she maybe even was his best friend, but Belle was always around.
‘Oh?’ Belle echoed.
‘I can’t,’ Hector said, avoiding any kind of eye contact.
‘What are you doing instead?’ Belle asked, placing her hands on her hips and giving Hector that disapproving stare he hated so much. For the second time in only the space of a few minutes, Hector brainstorming to find something reasonable to say. However, Belle’s piercing stare was scuttling any kind of effort to come up with a good lie and Hector stuttered.
‘I..I…have to…’ he made some vague gestures with his hands, hoping that Belle would come with a suggestion he could pounce upon, but she stood unmoving, her lips a thin white line and still staring at Hector with those vivid green eyes. ‘…go and…’
‘You know what? Forget it,’ Belle said exasperatedly as she threw up her arms in frustration. ‘Call me when you’re serious again, Hector,’ She turned around with a huff and marched out the door.
‘At least she didn’t raise her voice,’ Hector said and wiped his brow.
****
But the episode with Belle quickly faded from Hector’s mind as he felt the excitement for the night resurging again. He spent the rest of the day training, both physically and his new powers, all the while Al watched on in silence. Hector could now move the furniture across the room smoothly and quickly. After that, it was time for a filling dinner which Hector ate up quickly before disappearing into his room. Within a couple of minutes, he emerged dressed in his armour but Hector had also dug up an old, tattered black cape which he wore now with the armour.
‘What do you think?’ Hector asked, his voice muffled by the helmet.
‘It makes you look silly,’ Al said.
‘I think it’s kind of flashy,’ Hector said, sounding slightly hurt. ‘It makes me a very striking figure,’
‘As if the black armour and the golden visor wasn’t enough,’ the droid retorted cheekily.
‘Quiet you,’ Hector said and rolled his eyes behind the helmet. ‘I’ve also thought of a motto. How do you think this sounds: For Truth, Justice and the Imperial Way!’ Hector struck a dramatic pose.
‘It sounds silly,’ the droid said and Hector’s pose deflated in an instance.
‘I thought you would support me unconditionally,’ Hector said.
‘Wasn’t I supposed to be a little snarky?’ Al retorted.
‘Well,’ Hector said with a heavy sigh. ‘I’m off then,’
‘Wearing that?’ Al asked.
Hector stopped and turned towards Al.
‘I thought that was the whole point…?’ he said slowly.
‘Don’t you think you will turn a few heads around walking around wearing that on the way to the lower levels?’
‘Ah, good point,’ Hector said and moved hastily back to the bedroom to get changed.
****
Within the hour, Hector was standing by the repulsorlift that led down to the lower levels and was contemplating the latest conundrum to come in his way. To gain access to the repulsorlift, Hector had to show his ID. This would be stored in the databank to be extracted if needed, for example if something big happened in the lower levels, such as someone displaying the powers that Hector had. Hector did not want to believe what Al had told him, but the droid seemed so utterly convinced that something bad would happen if Hector’s identity was discovered that Hector could not feel a little unnerved as he stared at the doors of the repulsorlift.
‘But it’s the only way down,’ Hector thought, only adding to the frustration he felt.
Hector looked around to see if there was any other way to get down, but there wasn’t. He stood for several more long minutes thinking about what to do next, but nothing came to him and with a heavy sigh, he pressed the button that called the repulsorlift. As Hector stepped into it, a thought struck him. He could manipulate the sentient mind, could he manipulate electronics. But how? There were no eyes of focus on and the repulsorlift couldn’t see him when he waved his hands. Hector shrugged and, in his mind, echoed the sentiment from earlier when he had just discovered his powers: ‘As if there is some kind of science to this. Just do it!’
And with that, Hector waved his hand in front of the screen which is used for identification. Nothing seemed to happen and Hector waved his hand again.
‘Let me pass…’ he muttered, feeling somewhat sheepish as he waved his hand in front of the screen for a third time.
‘Access granted,’ suddenly flashed across the screen and the repuslorlift started to descend down the levels with a jolt.
‘Why, thank you,’ Hector said as he started to pull on his armour which he had taken down piece by piece and carried in a bag. After a while, the repulsorlift stopped suddenly and the doors opened only half-way. Somehow, his meddling must have affected the electronics in the repulsorlift. Hector had to push up the door up and stepped out into the lower levels wearing his dark armour.
‘Woah! Who’s you?’ a croaky voice, emanating from the garbage pile, said. Hector looked at the garbage pile and saw ragged Mon Calamari struggling to stand up.
‘Never you mind,’ Hector said, with a dark and gravelly voice and walked briskly past the Mon Calamari.
****
Now that he was finally down there, Hector had no idea what to do. He kept much to the shadows and ducked quickly whenever anyone came near him.
‘This is ridiculous!’ he thought. ‘How am I ever going to get anything done?’
Hector was starting to feel miserable. His scum-busting career hadn’t started at all in the way he had envisaged it. Instead of gathering scum from the minute he stepped off the repulsorlift, he was now huddling behind piles of garbage like that lowly Mon Calamari and hiding from sight. What further exacerbated the situation was that Hector could feel the chill of the moist streets climb through his poorly insulated armour. This was not working at all.
‘I need to get to higher ground,’ Hector thought and looked around. He saw a ladder just above him and with a flick of his finger, it came down to him. Hector grabbed the lowest rung, climbed up the ladder and came out on the roof. He was now some metres above ground level but the spires of Coruscant towered far above him.
‘Much better,’ Hector thought as he sat perched on a ledge and peered down the street, trying to catch any kind of misdeeds going on. Unfortunately, not much happened and it didn’t take long for Hector to get bored. He decided to move on, partly to find a street where trouble seemed more plentiful and partly to get the blood circulating in his legs again. He jumped down onto some pipes that ran above the street and into another building. He climbed onto the roof of this building down and looked down upon the next street, but nothing seemed to happen there either. For being the crime-ridden lower levels, things seemed unusually calm. Hector continued walking over the streets along the pipes but nothing seemed to happen. Instead, it ended up with Hector wandering somewhat aimlessly, lost in his thoughts as if he was on a summer stroll top-side. Suddenly, he came to a ledge where there were no pipes leading into the next building. Slightly stumped, Hector tried to assess if he could jump the distance in between the buildings but came to the conclusion that it was too far, although barely so.
Disappointed, Hector decided to turn back and call it a night when Al’s metallic voice suddenly echoed in his head: ‘Anyway, this strong connection the Jedi had made them able to accomplish extraordinary feats: super-speed, jumping up several stories in the air…’
Did his powers allow him to jump farther? Hector didn’t want try because that meant he was putting stock in Al’s Jedi theory, a theory which Hector completely dismissed. However, his curiosity tried to tell him otherwise and Hector stood still for several minutes as his curiosity and his sense of pride battled each other over the next course of action. In the end, Hector’s sense of pride won. He was right, unquestionably so, so any attempt to check otherwise was futile. Hector turned his back to the opposite building and started walking away.
‘What a miserable night this turned…’ Hector’s train of thought was interrupted as he heard someone shout inaudibly and something crash. It came from the other side of the building Hector couldn’t reach. What was he to do?
‘To hell with it!’ he said aloud. ‘I want something to do,’
Hector broke into a sprint, cape fluttering behind him and as he reached the ledge, he leaped into the air with no hesitation. A great sensation welled forth from Hector’s legs and Hector saw how the roof disappeared behind him and how the other roof came closer and closer. He was soaring! Hector let out a cry of exhilaration and despite landing somewhat heavily, he didn’t break his run. He was now close to the source of the commotion and as he reached the ledge, he could see three young humans, clearly top-side people, being accosted by five thugs.
‘Not so cocky down here, huh?’ one of the thugs, a Gran, said. He seemed to be the leader. ‘All talk, that is what you are. Well, this is what I think of your New Order!’ the Gran said angrily and spat on the ground. ‘Show ‘em what it is to be human in this galaxy, boys!’ he shouted and the other thugs advanced hungrily on the defenceless humans.
Hector had heard enough. It was time to take action. And so, he leapt of the roof gracefully.
The thud from down the street barely registered with anyone. The thugs were going in for the kill and the young men who were to be the victims had given up believing that anyone would intervene and save them. So everyone was surprised when a voice emerged sharply from the dark saying: ‘Cease what you are doing!’
The Gran and his gang turned around to see where the voice had come from but Hector was still enveloped in darkness and was therefore out of everyone’s sight.
‘Who speaks?’ the Gran barked.
‘I,’ Hector said and stepped forward, fully visible under the dim street lights.
‘And who are you?’ the Gran asked, not sure what to make out of the oddly dressed yet ominous stranger that had suddenly appeared in his midst. He held out a small vibro-blade, signalling clearly that Hector should keep his distance.
‘I am the enforcer of the Imperial New…’ Hector stretched out his hand and with a flick of his finger, he made the vibro-blade fly out of the hand of the Gran. That was sure to give them a fright. ‘…OrdAhhhh!’ Hector shouted in pain as he had accidently grabbed the flying vibro-blade around the blade and not the hilt and thus it had cut right through his glove. Hector dropped the vibro-blade and fell to his knees in pain.
‘How did he…?’ a Nikto said, dumbfounded as he looked at the empty hand of the Gran.
‘I don’t care!’ the Gran said angrily. ‘He’s an Imperial enforcer and he is alone. Get him!’
The gang pounced on Hector who was still on his knees. They toppled him over and bludgeoned him with a quick succession of punches, but thankfully, the armour protected Hector.
‘Tear off his helmet!’ the Gran bellowed and Hector saw a muscular Rodian closing in, wrapping his great arms around Hector’s head and started tugging at the helmet. Panic gripped Hector. His identity couldn’t be revealed already! Hector managed to free one of his arms and brought it up to the chest of the Rodian before it could be held down again. Hector opened his palm and focused as much as he could. A surge of power went through Hector’s arm and he suddenly felt great relief as the large Rodian let go. As Hector opened his eyes, he saw the Rodian soaring some metres up in the air and then hitting a wall heavily before falling to the ground with a dull thud.
‘What happened?’ the Nikto shouted as the thugs backed off. Their momentary confusion allowed Hector to gain the initiative and he shot up, ready to hand back some pain.
‘He’s up! Get him!’ the Gran ordered but the thugs were reluctant to attack. This was Hector needed. Using both his hands, Hector focused on the Nikto and a Snivvian and as he lifted both his hands, so did they lift from the ground.
‘What’s going on!?’ the Nikto shouted panicky. This time, the Gran had nothing to say. He just stared at them with a gaping mouth. Hector clapped his hands together and the two thugs flew screaming into each other and then fell to the ground, knocked out cold. There were now two thugs left, a Koorivar and the Gran. The Koorivar panicked and grabbed his vibro-blade with shaking hands. He threw toward Hector as the armoured man advanced slowly on them but Hector deflected it in mid-air with a casual flick of his finger. The Koorivar let out a moan and started to leg it, but Hector sent a dust-bin travelling through the air which landed heavily on the Koorivar. Now there was only the Gran left.
‘P-p-please don’t hu…’ he started to beg. Hector made a small flick which pushed the Gran down to the ground and into a puddle. ‘I-I-I…don’t…’ the Gran kept on blubbering.
‘Leave. Now,’ Hector said. The Gran looked and him strangely before scampering away. Hector turned towards the cowering youths. ‘How are you?’ he asked.
‘Look out!’ one of the youths shouted and pointed beyond Hector. Hector turned around just in time to see the Gran aiming a blaster and firing. It struck Hector in his abdomen and he fell back, hitting the ground hard.
‘I don’t know what the hell you are, but I’ll teach you to meddle in my affairs!’ the Gran said through gritted teeth as he moved towards Hector, his blaster firmly aimed towards Hector’s head. ‘Good riddance!’
‘No!’ Hector shouted and his hand shot up. However, the Gran didn’t fly into the air. Instead, he dropped his blaster and gripped his throat, whilst gurgling something inaudible. As Hector stood up, the Gran suddenly lifted from the ground as if a giant hand had taken hold of him.
‘P-p-pl…’ the Gran wheezed, grasping his throat. Hector could not understand what was going on, but he felt a surge of power, more powerful than anything he had felt before, coursing through his body and he liked the feeling of it.
‘You’re a worthless little maggot. You are not worth anything,’ Hector said with an undercurrent of rage in his voice. Hector released his grip and the Gran tumbled to the ground. To his left, Hector saw some pipes and using his powers, he bent them outwards. The Gran didn’t have time to catch his breath before Hector lifted him once again into the air and smacked him hard against the wall. Keeping the Gran pinned to the wall, Hector started bending the pipes back to their original position and within a minute, the Gran was trapped. With everything done, Hector turned around to face the youths once again.
‘As I was saying, how are you?’
‘That was amazing!’ one of the youths shouted as they came towards Hector. ‘How did you do that? Who are you?’
Hector recognised the youth instantly, even in the gloom. It was Roderick Brock’s younger brother, Caleck. Hector also recognised the other two, Jet Paskis and Mardik Thosson, Caleck’s two best friends. All of them were members of COMPNOR and Hector could see that they were wearing their uniforms.
‘No one,’ Hector answered, making his voice dark and gravelly so that Caleck wouldn’t recognise it. ‘What are you three doing down here?’
‘We wanted to see if we could handle the lower levels,’ Caleck answered.
‘Well, you were proven wrong,’ Hector said harshly. ‘Never do something idiotic like that again. Now, get out of here,’
From down the street, Hector couldn’t suddenly hear rapid footfalls marching in unison. A patrol was on its way. Hector started to move into the shadows
‘But you saved us,’ Caleck said. ‘We must owe you something!’
‘You owe me nothing,’ Hector said quickly. ‘Just stay out of the lower levels,’ and with that he leapt into the air with another super-jump. He landed on the roof and moved quickly to disappear into the darkness. He left behind him the three youths which were staring into the sky in disbelief.
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Padawan to Sionnach-Airgid Author of Chyler databank entry Nominated Best New Author in Before the Saga 06/07 The Enforcer (SW Super-hero tribute): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28028864/p1/?2
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‘You owe me nothing,’ Hector said quickly. ‘Just stay out of the lower levels,’ and with that he leapt into the air with another super-jump. He landed on the roof and moved quickly to disappear into the darkness. He left behind him the three youths which were staring into the sky in disbelief.
I don't know why, but that made me laugh. I almost expected one of them to turn to the other and ask, "Who was that masked man?"
This was really good. I love that he made some stupid mistakes... like trying to catch the vibroblade and getting cut in the hand... oh, man, just realized. That's evidence. His blood is on that vibroblade!
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Alexis: Thanks I want to make him a hero, but not a perfect hero. That part is actually my favourite of the chapter and I'm glad you enjoyed it too.
And about the knife, I hadn't thought about that and now comes a story/logical backlash  Hmm...I'm afraid that I have to do a saving throw and say that the knife got lost in the scuffle and won't be discovered. I can't have his identity already revealed
Anyhoo, here's chapter 11 and this one is pure action. Actually wrote the last part of the chapter whilst listening to The Sith Spacecraft and the Droid Battle on the TPM soundtrack, so I hope it has that real SW movie feel about it. I think that part of the chapter and the music might sync actually, it kind of did that for me...
Anyways, enjoy!
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Chapter 11
A Crazed Vigilante
‘Let’s see what the news has to say,’ a newly refreshed Hector said as he sat down in the sofa and turned on his holo-screen. It was morning now and he was curious to see if there was any mention of his escapades from the night before.
‘Sir, you stopped a simple band of thugs. It will hardly make the HoloNet,’ Al said sceptically but he nonetheless hovered behind the sofa.
‘Shh, it’s starting,’ Hector said before flashing graphics appeared on the screen, followed by the Imperial insignia. A blonde and blue-eyed women in tight-fitting clothing appeared.
‘Good morning, I’m Sania Prennent and these are the top stories…’But nothing was mentioned of Hector’s escapades.
‘Oh well,’ Al said and resumed dusting off the living room. Hector decided to stay around since he could maybe appear later in the hour, but the hour crept on and there was no mention of Hector at all. It was almost the top of the hour and only the “silly” or “light-hearted | |