50 The Verdict

After showcasing my supreme, giga-chad, big dick energy by eviscerating the Separatist ground force with a force railgun. I was greeted with cheers upon my return to the lurmen village, the little hairy fuckers were in awe as I swaggered past them like a proper hardman on level 1313 of Coruscant.

A good few collapsed to the ground with tears welling in their eyes, poor bastards. They must've been terrified and the thought of fighting for the first time in their lives, and now they're in the clear all of their built of stress gushed from their small bodies in a variety of different ways.

Or maybe they just collapsed in reverie from the sheer awesomeness of my display.

Truly one of the greatest things I've ever done.

"Lycan! What the heck was that!?" Skywalker's young protege excitedly asked, her eyes twinkling with youthful curiosity as she gazed up at me.

"Just the physical manifestation of my epicness." I nonchalantly replied.

Ahsoka's lips twitched in a mix of annoyance and amusement before urging, "You've got to teach me how to do that. Come on, pretty please!" Hitting me with puppy dog eyes that would've no doubt convinced the many pedophiles in the galaxy.

But I was no pedo. Nor did I plan to teach anyone else how to turn themselves into a one man artillery unit.

"Not a chance. You'd end up ripping yourself apart trying that." Forcefully tensing my large, muscular biceps that positively popped with power, I continued, "You'd need muscles like this kiddo before trying want I just done."

Now that I started to cleanse my body from the enhancements granted by the force, I really began to feel the aftershock of using that last attack. Tremors traveled through my bones, causing my entire body to feel shaky and weak.

Suddenly, out of nowhere someone lightly pinched my arm sending a sharp pain shooting through its entire length. Barely holding back a yelp, I turned to catch a view of the sexy blue perpetrator.

"Less flexing, more healing. Wang Too just fixed you up this morning and you've already managed to hurt yourself again." Aayla said in a mix of worry and exasperation.

Doing just that, I say to Ahsoka, "Is your master as demanding as mine? I swear padawans are just the gopher's of the order."

"Even worse." The young togruta sighed, "Master Skywalker's, that kind of person that would teach you how to swim by throwing you into the deep end. Plus none of us can heal, so there's none of that happening unless there's a bacta tank nearby.

Fuck that noise man, a wouldn't have the balls to follow half of Anakin's suicide plans. The clones under him must have a screw loose for going along with them, infact scratch that, those clones have to be certifiably mad.

"Sounds like a great time." I lied.

Inspecting my body for any lingering effects from using the railgun, Aayla told us, "Once you're ready, we'll head to the Separtist outpost and either take a ship or use the radio to call in a pickup."

Shite, I totally forgot about the fat neimoidian that ran this operation. I'm probably better off keeping quiet about that one, letting the order know I sent one of the high ranking Separatists to a brutal fiery death might not be the best decision.

"No problem, I'll be sorted in a few minutes." I replied, already feeling the muscle pain starting to dull.

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{Coruscant - Jedi Temple}

Home sweet home. Or so I'd like to say.

The Jedi Temple has never been my favorite place in the galaxy, and never will be. Every second of the time I spend in there feeling disgustingly empty, and it's getting worse. You could feel hint's of it when I first arrived here, but now, years later, the sensation was alarming.

It was as if the force that breathed life into the Jedi's holy ground was being corrupted, rotting the paragon of light from the inside-out. I'm sure everyone else can feel it too, the atmosphere of the temple says it all.

The once bustling halls were now filled with nothing but the echoes of its past glory. There were hardly any Jedi stationed on Coruscant anymore, and the ones that were either temple guards, or elderly members of the order who were now tasked with teaching the Younglings since they are too old to be of any use in combat.

For those that return between missions, most of their time is spent meditating in isolation to keep their minds aligned with the light. As the raging, galaxy-spanning conflict seduces all jedi to lose their inhibitions in the chaos.

Then you've got me, who was fucking choking for a pint and half a deck of fags, while walking through said holy temple.

"What am I being dragged to the council for?" I moaned at Aayla who walked in tandem next to me, "I've not given them a report in… ever."

Fiddling with the ends of her lekku, Aayla states, "It's not a report we're going to the council for."

"What's it for then? C'mon don't leave me hanging." I pressed.

Averting her eyes to one of the many intricate wall carvings dotted around the temple's interior, Aayla somewhat sheepishly murmured, "I…can not divulge such information at the present time."

This is doing my head in, she sounds like a droid answering machine. Aayla's been acting strange the whole return trip, now that we've arrived it's gotten worse. Constant fidgeting, stuttering when speaking, she's acting like me after I've gone a day sober.

Either I'm in severely deep shit, or her period has come early.

Stopping in front of the large sliding doors that hid the council chambers from prying eyes, Aayla told me, "I know it's difficult to ask, but remember and be polite, and by that I mean keep a lid on the swearing."

"What's the occasion?" I smirked at her seriousness.

"Please Lycan, for me." She begged.

Sighing, I said "I'll give it a shot then, no promises if that foreheaded fuck starts spouting shit though."

Breaking the tension slightly, Aayla lips from a smile as she says, "I wouldn't want to stop you if he does." Before flicking her finger to the side and using the force to open the metallic doors.

A moment the doors were breached, the both of us were hit with the bright lights of the Coruscant skyline that seeped in from the large windows stationed in the council room. With my eyes promptly adjusting, I was able to see the mostly holographic forms of the Jedi Masters who lead the order.

Though the two who drew my eyes were both here in person, Grandmaster Yoda, and the powerful Mace Windu.

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