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The Bounty Hunter's Story

Dramatis Personae

Ackbar; Admiral, New Republic (male Mon Calamari)
Adrian Omar; Captain, Galactic Empire (male human)
Alexi Zhamnov (male human)
Anakin Solo; Jedi Knight (male human)
Arica Dull; Bounty Hunter (female human)
Arin Zhamnov (male human)
Boba Fett; Bounty Hunter (male human)
Borsk Fey?lya; Senator, Chief of State (male Bothan)
Cam Heatley; Peace Brigade boss (male human)
Chell Noruth; Jedi Master (male human)
Danni Quee; New Republic scientist (female human)
Dark Tracker; Human Replica Droid
Dash Rendar; freelance pilot (male human)
Davir Alandro; New Republic General (male human)
Devin Moonstar; Jedi Padawan (male human)
Djo'ann; Peace Brigade Hunter (female Clawdite)
Elegos A'Kla; Senator (male Caamasi)
Dengar; Bounty Hunter (male human)
Fenix Reiner; Bounty Hunter (male human)
Gavin Darklighter; New Republic Colonel, Rogue Squadron (male human)
Gilad Pellaeon; Imperial Remnant Grand Admiral (male human)
Grandoss of Trandosha; Bounty Hunter (male Trandoshan)
Guri; civilian (Human Replica Droid, feminine programming)
Han Solo; civilian (male human)
Katrina Duweika, Dubrillion City Mayor (female human)
Kyp Durron; Jedi Master (male human)
Lando Calrissian; Dubrillion planetary administrator/merchant (male human)
Leia Organa Solo; Chief of State (female human)
Lyssa; Peace Brigade Hunter (female Twi'lek)
Nom Anor/[Pedric Cuf]; Executor/infiltrator (Yuuzhan Vong male)
Stromgald; Dubrillion Commander (male human)
Tara Zhamnov (female human)
Stromgald; Dubrillion Commander (male human)
The Body; Peace Brigade Hunter (male human)
Traest Kre'fey; New Republic Admiral (male Bothan)
Trigger; Peace Brigade Hunter (male human)
Viqi Shesh; civilian/senator (female human)
Viqtor Shesh; senator (male human)

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Special thanks to my best buddy Ryan Vishey, for allowing me to bring his story to TF.N, and without whom this would not be possible!
Also to George Lucas, for the same reason!

 

OK, a few chapters here for ya to get your appetites going!

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The Imperial shuttle soared through the air and over the small, Thyferran colony, landing in a small clearing. An Imperial officer and several stormtroopers marched into the colony and immediately approached the colony leader.

"We have reason to believe you are protecting fugitives here." said the officer.

"We're just honest bacta farmers. We have nothing to hide."

"Well then, why is the ion trail of the ship we were chasing leading to here then, hmmm?"

"Ion trail...huh? I...I...don't know anything!"

"Sure you don't. We're just gonna have to take a look around then. You...stay with me."

Turning back to face the line of stormtroopers, Captain Adrian Omar jerked his thumb back to the colony. The troopers immediately dispersed into the colony, checking warehouses, jungles, and homes.

Tara was looking out the window at the leader talking with the Imperial officer. This wasn't good. Over a year ago, the Zhamnov family fled their home on Coruscant to escape persecution. The family was pro-rebellion, and the Imperials soon found out. With their ship, Spacegoer, Tara and Arin Zhamnov and son Alexi traveled across the galaxy avoiding Imperial scouts and patrols. Their latest stop was Thyferra, a seemingly out-of-the-way planet just perfect for hiding. It looked like they were found again, this time putting an entire colony in peril. There wasn't much time.

"Alexi! Alexi, where are you?" called Tara.

She found the 10 year-old boy in his room, playing with model starships. Tara stood in the doorway for a mere second, remembering Alexi's dreams of flying. She wished she could have helped him. He would have been an excellent pilot if it weren't for the fact that they were being chased wherever they went. It was too late for that now.

"Alexi, get your stuff, we have to go. The Imps are here..."

The stormtroopers searched the colony, and Captain Omar turned to the colony leader.

"You know what is going to happen if we find evidence they were here, don't you?"

The trembling man could only nod his head as he cowered before the Imperial officer.

A shout erupted from a nearby warehouse. Omar dragged the leader as he ran to see what was going on. Stopping before the giant doors, a stormtrooper was found on top a huge pile of vegetation, apparently clearing something away. Leaves and branches pushed away as Omar began seeing metal plating, and soon a cockpit.

"They're here!"

Turning to face the colony leader, Omar delivered a crushing punch to his jaw. Picking him up off the ground by his tunic, he was thrown into a nearby wall where he was knocked unconscious.

"Tear this colony apart and find them! If you have to, burn it...and spare no one!"

Tara gathered a small bag of supplies needed to survive for the next trip. Several shots rang out in the colony, and peering out the window, she saw stormtroopers carrying torches and shooting innocent farmers. Small homes made of leaves and wood were easily set fire. A stormtrooper suddenly began approaching their home.

"Alexi, RUN!"

The boy, who was greatly confused at what was going on, took his small satchel and began bolting for the back door.

The stormtrooper burst in and spotted the running mother and child. Tara began running after Alexi, but it was too late. The stormtrooper raised his blaster rifle, sending a scarlet bolt of energy in her direction. The shot hit her in the middle of the back, knocking her down onto the floor as she cried out in pain. Alexi, who stopped to see what happened, looked back.

"MOMMY...NOOOOOOOOOO!"

The stormtrooper aimed for another shot, but young Alexi gathered his wits and finished running out of the house and into the dense jungle with the trooper's shot hitting the spot where Alexi's head was just a second ago. The trooper tried to pursue, but immediately lost the kid, who hid under a log several meters away from the house, his favorite hiding

 

7 years later

How the heck did I get stuck in this hole? wandered Omar.

Seven years ago, the once great Captain Omar was a Captain onboard his own Star Destroyer. Now seven years later, he'd become a baby-sitter for a group of scientists on Thyferra. Although he never heard the reason why he was given this command, Omar had heard that Darth Vader was displeased in his recent actions, considered him weak and expendable. He had lost command of his ship and was sent back to Thyferra.

Sitting in his office, Omar passed the day by reading the same old reports of the scientists...

"Studies show the chemical imbalance in the..."

"The specimen has reacted well to the solution..."

"...however we need more samples to continue the project."

Setting the datapads down, Omar stepped out of his office and went outside to do the only thing he knew that relaxed him after a long day of nothing. Stepping outside yet still within the compound that was surrounded by the 20-foot wall, Omar walked to his private spot, lit up a hookah, and pulled out a flask of Corellian whiskey. The moon was out in force tonight, illuminating the entire jungle in an eerie blue light. Bugs chirped and the nocturnal predators were heard roaming somewhere off in the jungle.

He took a deep swig from his flask and enjoyed several puffs from the hookah. He tilt his head back as he gently closed his eyes and exhaled softly. Omar extinguished the hookah and put it back in his jacket. Finishing off the flask, Omar walked back into the building to finish up the night's work. What Omar failed to notice was a silent pair of eyes watching his every move from a nearby tree.

Time no longer mattered to Alexi Zhamnov. Weeks, months, and years had gone by since that fateful day seven years ago. Although the images of his parents? murders still burned in his memory, he had not forgotten how to survive.

After the Imperial team had left, Alexi scavenged the ruined village for anything he could use. A cave was used for shelter while tree branches were carved for weapons against any predator Thyferra could throw at Alexi. Being in isolation for seven long years, the jungle shaped Alexi into the perfect hunter, brimming with strength in both mind and body. By memorizing the land around him within a 10 mile radius, the jungle was his.

The Imperials came again, one day. It was a group of scientists this time. Remaining undiscovered, Alexi kept careful watch on the compound. He soon memorized the defense capabilities and guard rotations, as well as all personnel that were visible from his tree. After several months of watching, it looked as if everything would be ok. Then he saw him. Captain Omar, his parents' killer. Revenge burned inside of him and he would have leapt from the tree to kill him if it weren't for his self-control.

Patience. His time will come when you are ready. You will only get yourself killed if you do it now.

Alexi took years to prepare for his revenge. Exactly seven years ago from that day, he began his vendetta.

A 20-foot wall surrounded the edge of the compound. Simple. Climbing his tree, Alexi leapt, easily clearing the wall and landing the fall with ease. He was in. With grace and agility, Alexi began the 75-meter sprint to the back of the compound. There were certain camera positions, and he knew just where they were. Reaching the back of the main complex, Alexi was not surprised to see a lone guard, slowly walking the perimeter with his back to him. A smile spread across his face.

Just as I planned it.

Datapads, datapads, datapads. His desk was littered with datapads. It seemed as if the scientists were purposely trying to annoy him.

There's no way I can read all this tonight... Omar said to himself.

Taking out his flask and propping his feet up on the small empty space left on his desk, Omar exhaled slowly as he enjoyed his whiskey. A knock at his door interrupted his moment of peace.

"Enter"

A guard walked into the offic

 

All too easy.

The sparking power box was all that remained of Alexi's handiwork. Pulling out the wooden spear that created the mess and tossing it away, Alexi armed his light blaster pistol and entered the complex through a series of vents.

The glow of the emergency lighting cast a blood red hue on everything, including the beads of sweat collecting on Omar's panic-stricken face due to the climate controls out of order. Locking himself in his office, he pulled out his blaster pistol, keeping it aimed at the door, even though is arm was shaking uncontrollably.

The comlink pinned to his vest chirped to life, nearly scaring Omar out of his wit.

"Omar here." he said with a faltering tone.

A soldier reported, "Sir, we're on the roof and the power box has been completely destroyed. We have reason to believe the attacker is in the vents."

"What are you waiting for then? Go in and look for them!"

Pushing a secret button underneath his desk, a secret panel raised out of it. The small computer screen read:

AUTO DESTRUCT

time?

An evil grin spread across Omar's face as he began punching numbers.


The maze of vents throughout the complex was very confusing, and several times Alexi had to turn around to reconfigure his bearings. Stopping at a grating, Alexi peered into it and saw an office, with a man behind a desk working on a computer screen.

Taking a deep breath, Alexi kicked out the grating and landed on the hardwood floors in a crouch, blaster pistol raised. The man turned around with lightning speed, his blaster raised as well.

"Ha! The mysterious attacker, a little boy! What are you doing up at this time of night?"

"Seven years ago, you killed my family and destroyed my home..."

"So you're the kid that we could never find! I'm surprised you've lived this long. However, I'm afraid your time has come to an end!"

Omar stepped away from the console to show Alexi what he was working on.

"As you can see, I have activated the auto destruct on this base in...three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. You have one of two options: kill me, which you will end up dying in a painful explosion or leave now, and hopefully make it out on time."

Before even considering his options, blaster fire rang out from the vents. A single trooper crouched where the grating used to be was camped there, attempting to down Alexi. A swift roundhouse kick knocked the blaster out of Omar's hand, disarming him so Alexi could concentrate on the soldier. Pulling out a dagger, Alexi flung it, hitting home in the soldier's leg making him fall out of the vent and onto the floor back first as he clutched his leg in pain. Turning back to Omar, Alexi was caught off guard with a fierce jab to the head, setting him into a daze. A quick recovery resulted in a counterattack, a running tackle into the older man. Getting his knife, Alexi ran after Omar, who only kicked it out of his hand, causing it fly several meters back. Both men struggled to get to it first. Tripped up in each others feet, both people fell. Omar got to the knife. A quick slice while lying on his back hit Alexi's arm, a small cut. Grabbing Omar's arms, Alexi began going after the knife, slowly outpowering Omar and turning the knife into the other direction. Omar began resisting more now, desperately trying to get the approaching knife away from him. Every second, the knife got closer and closer. One foot away, 10 inches, 7 inches, 5 inches...Alexi was slowly winning. The point of the knife was now barely touching Omar's throat, the older man's face beat red with all of the strain. Pushing with all of his might, the knifepoint began piercing his throat, millimeters at first. With Omar's strength slowly ebbing away, Alexi was greeted with a quick downward thrust into his opponent's neck. The man went limp immediately and Alexi slowly got up, completely exhausted from the fight. A beeping sound alerted Alexi. Staring at the computer, a one-minute countdown timer in big red text occupied the screen.

 

Oooh! Very nice. Great action and emotion. Hope more comes soon.

 

You're wish is my command Kettch.
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The Thyferran Sun blazed through hyperspace. Alexi sat in the cockpit, not sure what to do or where to go. His whole life he had had the dream to explore. Now he could live it out. Pulling up some charts on the nav computer, Alexi pondered over the possible destinations. Then he saw the planet. Coruscant, his old home, before all of the running around across the galaxy.
Although glad to be going home, he had some work to do. Because his parents were wanted by the law, so was he. Although years had passed, there would still be records and warnings for his capture.
Alexi had already changed the transponder code on the ship, but it was appearance he was worried about. Stepping into the ship's refresher, Alexi began sorting through all of the medical and hygienic supplies.

Half an hour later, a entirely clean man with blonde hair and a shaved face stepped out of the refresher, an extreme contrast to the dirty, rugged boy with long brown hair and a face in need of a shave that stepped in. Finding a change of clothes, Alexi was ready to rejoin society.
Now the hard part, his background. During the whole trip, Alexi thought what he was going to tell customs when he arrived on Coruscant. One wrong slip and it would be the end for him. He had to make it perfect. A name came to mind, just before he entered Coruscant airspace...


"Fenix Reiner"
"Welcome to Coruscant, Mr. Reiner. What is the purpose of your visit?"
"I'm hoping to find residency, ma'am."
"Very well then. Your identification checks out. Good luck."
The customs woman handed Alexi a new ID, which would be used to replace his fake one he made while on the journey. He was finally home. Pulling up planet info on his datapad, he began punching his old address. It wasn't far, and Alexi decided to take the short walk to his old house.

Coruscant's lower levels got darker and darker as Alexi rode a turbolift down several levels down into the planet. Stopping off at his exit, Alexi wandered the maze of catwalks that occupied the lower levels of the city. Reaching the residential block, Alexi began reading off addresses on the doors, and soon found his home. Punching in the code, Alexi walked into the darkness of his old home.

The place was a wreck, but it didn't surprise Alexi. Years ago, stormtroopers broke in, searching for him and his parents. They turned the place upside down, but never found them.
The door slid shut behind him, and Alexi turned around to lock it. Exploring the home, Alexi found everything was pretty much left behind. In his room, he found old toys and holonovels he used to enjoy when he was little. The kitchen unit revealed the old cooking utensils, and the cooler revealed food years old and spoiled.
Underneath a smashed table, Alexi came across a small holocube. Activating it, he was suddenly engulfed in the warm childhood memories with his parents. Flashbacks and old feelings began to resurface, as Alexi fought back sorrow. He pocketed the cube, keeping it with him for safekeeping.
Taking a glimpse in a smashed mirror, Alexi was shocked to see how much he'd changed. But it wasn't just his appearance. It was his life. He told a lie to the customs woman. Now his entire false background was recorded. He was stuck in a false life now, one he could no longer escape. Looking back into the mirror, Alexi threw out his last trace of true identity as a new character emerged.

"My name is Fenix Reiner."

 

Good story, but it kinda gets confusing sometimes when you switch perspectives. I recommend using something to break it up, such as

[insert line of text here]

. . . . .

[insert line of text here]

Or just about anything else you can think of. It's normally good to have more than a double space.

 

Great story

Poor Alexi, he deserves to kill some more Imps

 

Yes, yes kill them all & drink their blood!

Muwhahahahahahaha!

lordmaul13

Oh, by the way. Great job so far, spike.

 

Ohhh, I'm on this one. Great job Spike.

 

Brew ha! I told you I'd read at least one of your updates!

This one is good so far, hehehe, keep it up man!

 

I'll put some lines in between changes of perspective, so that clears up the confusion. And thanks for the feedback guys.

 

<<<Oh, by the way. Great job so far, spike.>>>

<<<Ohhh, I'm on this one. Great job Spike.>>>

It's my story, don't give him all the credit...and I did use separation lines between perspectives, Spike just didn't add them in when he copied the writing to here. Glad you all like it so far. It only gets better, trust me. You are all in for a treat.

Sorry about the ambiguity, I should have mentioned I was allowing Simon here to post my story here instead of him ripping me off. I tried once before and no one seemed to care. Since he asked, I let him but I'm just letting you all know the genius behind this is me

 

Shhh Ryan. I gave you credit, don't spoil it.

Regardless readers, it is true, he did write the story. But I gave him a lot (most of the good ones) of ideas on it and he was kind enough to allow me to post it here. You could pretty much call me the beta, but I'm the one posting since Ryan has no time for TF.N.

(And the real genius is actually me. I gave him ideas, he wrote them )

 

STEP TWO in becoming a bounty hunter. Find an old wise master to teach you the ways

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Acquiring a job as a freighter pilot between Coruscant and its platforms and satellite stations, Fenix had no trouble fitting in. He had met new people who had no problem assisting the young man who had to live and support himself. He constantly stayed in shape since he was no longer in the jungle facing its everyday trials.

Then the unthinkable happened. The Rebel Alliance had defeated the mighty Imperial fleet over Endor. Coruscant soon became a planet of chaos. Although the Emperor was dead, the Empire still had control over the planet. Intense fighting broke out between Imperial forces and Rebel sympathizers.

No longer wishing to become a Rebel, Fenix found a new profession one day at the recommendation of one of his cantina buddies: Bounty hunting. The thought never crossed his mind. He knew how to fight, fly, shoot, and most important, think, at least he thought. It didn't seem so bad. The hardest part would be starting off.

The next year would be Fenix's hardest. Opportunities were rare to come by, and whenever they did, he was always bested by the competition, having the target taken out from under his nose. Fenix's ego suffered at an all time low. It seemed as if nothing could shake him out of his slump.
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Sitting in a humid cantina somewhere on Rodia, Fenix sipped his cool drink of gizer ale. Luck was starting to come to him. Tracking a serial killer on Rodia, Fenix spent several days following his movements through the jungles, just the perfect place for him. Now here he was, in a cantina with his target sitting in a shady booth in a deep corner relaxing.

Fenix downed the rest of his drink, paid the bartender, and began to stride over to his target. Keeping his eyes on his target instead of ahead of him, Fenix failed to notice the giant Aqualish in front of him. Bumping into him, the Aqualish turned to face him with a great bellow. Sitting at the bar, a Trandoshan and Bothan got up and headed to assist their friend.

"I'm sorry, my mistake." Fenix said, trying to pass by.

He was held back by a giant arm, pushing him backwards. Fenix fell over a table and landed on the ground. Getting up to pull out his blaster in retaliation, both sides stood silent as a figure stepped in between them.

The mysterious figure spoke to the Aqualish, trying to resolve the problem, but it appeared as if the hot temperature made everyone's tempers short. The Aqualish roared as he charged Fenix, intent on making him pay for his mistake. He never got passed the man. Picking the Aqualish up by the neck, he chucked him into the Bothan, who was following him. Both were knocked out. The Trandoshan got past the man and immediately struck out against Fenix. Fenix sidestepped and stuck out a foot, tripping the clumsy Trandoshan. Taking advantage of the fall, Fenix leapt onto the lizard and began pummeling him in the back of the head and back, but that only enraged him even more. Getting off the ground, the Trandoshan reached behind and flung Fenix over his shoulder, having him crash into several more tables as other patrons tried to get out of the way of the bar fight. Chasing after Fenix, he was suddenly halted and pulled backwards as he turned his head to see the man grabbing the back of his tunic. A swift blow to the nostrils caused the Trandoshan to whimper in pain as he ran out of the Cantina, clutching his snout.

As the lizard ran out of the Cantina, the man shouted after him, "Pick on someone your own size Grandoss!"

Helping Fenix up from the ground and dusting off his clothes, the man introduced himself while shaking young Fenix's hand.

"My name is Tracker. Dark Tracker. You're quite lucky that I just happened to be in here."

"Yes, thank you sir, but if you'll excuse me..."

Fenix turned around and looked back at his target in the boo

 

Does Tracker have force powers?

Great post, even though you didn't write it

 

Shhh. I was too busy with TNI, otherwise I would have wrote some of it for him. We have a special organisation called the Fan Fic Alliance where we sort our stories into continuity and share storylines.

No, Tracker's a human replica droid. No force powers there.

 

The jungle called to Fenix. He walked amongst the trees, not knowing where he was going. Somewhere in his mind, he knew whatever step or action he took, it would lead him to what he's supposed to see. A clearing came into view, and Fenix exited the jungle. The area was surrounded with crater holes with bodies flung all over the place. Lying on the ground was his father's body, the same way he'd seen it seven years ago. Kneeling beside his father, he took time to honor him once more.

The body suddenly jerked alive, eyes wide open and grabbing Fenix's arm. Fear spread through Fenix, his heart rate quickened. He tried to break from his father's grasp, but he was too strong. His father whispered as he convulsed,

"In order to beat the best, you have to be the best. Don't forget that, you almost did."

His father entered his eternal sleep once more and a peculiar beeping sound shook Fenix out from his dream. After setting aside the shortness of breath and cold sweat, Fenix stared at the chrono, the cause of the beeps: 0500 hours.

"That's odd. I didn't set the alarm."

"No you didn't, I did."

Fenix couldn't see who spoke because of the darkness, but he could tell from the voice that it was Tracker.

"Tracker?"

The lights were activated and Tracker was seen sitting in the nearby corner in the hotel room's only chair.

"Get up and dressed, it's time."
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Dark Tracker led Fenix into the Rodian jungles. Although it was mainly dark, traces of sunrise began to creep over the horizon. Taking him several kilometers away from any civilization, Tracker began his teaching as Fenix took a seat on a tree stump.

"Most new bounty hunters, such as yourself, believe strength is the key to being a great hunter. That is where they make their first mistake. The ability to predict a target's or opponent's movement is far more advantageous then the ability to throw a punch or kill another being. Thinking is a bounty hunter's most useful tool. Everything else is second best."

Tracker turned around and proceeded deeper into the jungle, Fenix followed right behind him. They came upon a dried up riverbed where they stopped once again. Tracker instructed young man to remain where he was as he created a 2-meter distance between them and turned to face Fenix.

"Now, I want you to hit me."

"WHAT?"

"I want you to hit me...as hard as you can."

"You're friggen? crazy! I'm not going to hit you!"

"C'mon, HIT ME!" as Tracker gestured with his hands as if he was welcoming the hit.

Fenix rolled his eyes as he gave up on the game and asked, "Where?"

"I don't know, surprise me..."
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Fenix had hit Tracker, on the ear to be exact. Tracker, surprised at where he was hit, then hit Fenix in the gut, knocking him to the ground. Standing over him, Tracker commented, "You really need to know how to fight."

Tracker helped Fenix, who was clutching his stomach and had a scowl on his face, off the ground.

"Sorry about that, sometimes I forget about my superior strength."

"Do me a favor Tracker."

"What's that?"

"Don't ever ask me to hit you ever again."
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The duo spent the remaining morning and early afternoon training. Tracker instructed Fenix in many things, including how to fight, how to shoot, and most important, how to analyze opponents. In a long, grueling 8 hours, Fenix Reiner was on his way to become the perfect hunter.

When the training was over, Tracker released Fenix and they parted ways once again for the day.

Later that night, just after grabbing a meal, a knock sounded at Fenix's door. The slid open, revealing Dark Tracker, who stormed into the room and brought out Fenix's bags from a closet, throwing them on the bed.

"Get your things together; we're leaving."

"Why? Where?"

Dark Tracker paused as he looked up at Fenix and added, "Let's just say we're going to tak

 

Nar Shadda, haven for the scum of the galaxy...but also lots and lots of fun

Good post whoever wrote it

 

did u notice the brief Fight Club reference?

 

Dude, let me ask the reader questions, I'm the one tryin to raise my profile as a writer.

 

What do you mean by raise your profile as an author?

 

Doesn't matter Kettch, its between me and the dumb one up there

 

gee...thanks

 

Heh! You know you're like a brother to me Ryan!!

*gets him in headlock*

Time to do what all good brothers do