1 Chapter 1
In a galaxy far, far away, on a shady cruiser station just on the outskirts of a hyperlink, a small, unique looking boy was stirring from a deep, death-like slumber. As his eyes slowly fluttered open, lines of codes and a message saying, ['Initialization incomplete! Biotech synchronization, corrupted. Warning! Performance and memory loss, due to failure.]
[Host: Moka, Age: 6,
Race: Androidian(Mandalorian);
Outside interference interrupting startup sequence;
System overload; Meltdown Eminent."]
The second he read the last line of code, the boy, Moka, felt pain wash over his body as fragments of memories began flooding his mind and his body began heating up to dangerous levels.
Surrounding the boy, people began backing away slowly, seeing his reaction. All sorts of people were in the room with the robotic boy, ranging from a pale human in a lab coat with distinct cybernetics standing near Moka, to a group of heavily armored men named, Mandolorians, standing behind the scientist, hired as his protection.
On the other side of the room were a mixed group of tough looking aliens, one person in particular holding a briefcase, who looked to be the leader, a rodian with green scaly skin and antennas on top of his head, looked at the sickly pale scientist, pointing an accusatory finger.
"What the hell is this, Danil?! You said our funding was going towards the start of a super army, not some half-naked little boy that's about to blow up when you press the damn on button! This better be some damn joke, or Branesh isn't going to like this. Do you know how hard it is to steal one of the little younglings from the jedi temple? Huh??" The little rodian complained, pulling out his blaster, which caused everyone else in the room to follow suit.
Tensions were high as everyone pointed their blasters at one another, not once caring about the poor little boy in the middle of the crossfire. As he felt like his whole body may explode at any second, he watched as the scene unfolded all around him. His one thought was, "Did that little green dude just say what the hell I thought he said? Jedi temple? As in fucking Star Wars?! Holy shit, I'd say this is some fucked up dream, but the pain from almost blowing up like a bag of popcorn makes it feel super real."
"Wait, the headache is starting to go down a little bit. I remember some parts of my past life, like scary accurately, but most of it is just a fog when I try to think of it now. And now this little boy's life is coming to me as if I lived it myself. The memory overload must be what overheated me. I need to calm down. Breath, just breath." Slowly but surely gaining some control over himself, Moka felt himself physically cool down, and all of the alerts slowly went away until there was only one left,
["Meltdown avoided.
Initialization incomplete;
Program: Gaia Tech, now partially running.
System will be inoperable"]
'Did...did I just lose my fucking system already?! What the fuck kind of start is this?' Moka thought to himself, trying to overcome the massive pain in his head that was slowly dying down.
When the room heard the alerts go away, and saw Moka calm down, the room quickly went back to business as usual. The pale scientist who built Moka, Danil, wore a smirk as he put his blaster away, and instructed his droids and Mandolorian guards to do the same. He wasn't too worried, as all of this was within his expectations. He knew Moka was a masterpiece, so he wasn't even nervous that he didn't have enough time to test him first due to time constraints.
Moka was his greatest work yet. Moka was no simple cyborg, no. Moka was the first of his kind! A true living, breathing, robotic boy full of the latest technology and a cocktail of some of the best genetics in the galaxy, plus the fact that he was force sensitive, and could potentially breed more of his new race of androids, Danil was convinced that there was no greater creature in this world than Moka. Well, besides him of course, as in his mind, he has already reached godhood level by creating an entirely new race.
Coughing in his hands to gather everyone's attention, Danil began to speak. "Now that everyone has calmed down, let me tell you what his specs are so that you know exactly what you're getting and we can get a move on. I'm sure we're both extremely busy" Danil spoke with a showman's flourish. "First, the boy, Moka, as you know was once a mandalorian youngling from the jedi temple, so we know he has jedi potential, but he is no longer the same boy. With all of the work I've done on his genetics and new biotech I filled him with, he's practically a brand new race!"
"He has a new brain that's faster than any supercomputer, bio weaved flesh to increase his strength, synthetic skin that gives him the same realistic feel, but also added protection and the ability to connect with the custom nanites I installed which will give him increased healing capabilities and I also upgraded and improve his systems so that he is adaptive and always state of the art! There is no finer specimen in this entire galaxy! Best part, tests have shown and proven that thanks to his genetics and the nanites, he can reproduce and breed more of his kind!" Said Danil with stars practically shining in his eyes.
Hearing this, Moka had a dejected feeling. Although he didn't know much about Star Wars outside of the original trilogies, he really loved it when he was a kid, and always wished he could come to the world to make his mark. After he got older, he didn't have much time to watch Star Wars or play the games anymore as he was busy with studying to become a scientist in the Marines and living the adult life. He now regretted not learning a bit more about this world, but it seemed to matter little, as he clearly understood everything his 'Creator', Danil, just said.
He was little more than a fucked up science project that went way past unethical standards. Who takes a small child and fills them with so much tech that they aren't even considered human anymore? The memories Moka got of the countless nights the little boy cried out for someone, anyone to help him, made Moka sick, as a weird, dark feeling began to brew inside of him.
Just as they were about to continue their negotiations, the door to the room burst in, followed by the green and blue glow of two lightsabers. Moka was filled with joy seeing real lightsabers, despite the extremely dangerous situation he was in. Like a supercomputer, Moka analyzed every moment as a fight quickly ensued, lasers blasting all around him. He was so enraptured with the fight, he hardly noticed when a metal arm wrapped itself around him and drug him away. Struggling to look up, Moka saw that he was being carried by one of the people he recognized could only be a mandalorian.
Excitement filled his eyes as he was being carried by one of his favorite groups in the star wars universe. Then fear started to creep in as he quickly remembered just how deadly this warrior group could be. But then he settled on curiosity, as he distinctly recalled from his memories that they were hired to protect the mad scientist, Danil, so why were they now leaving Danil behind and carrying him instead?
Running through the corridors for a few minutes as the group of mandos fired occasional shots behind them, hitting both Danil's droids and the alien mobsters, they finally made it to what Moka assumed was they're destination, the hangar. In the hangar sat a number of large ships, which spoke volumes of just how big the ship he was currently on was.
Not wasting any time, the mando group rushed towards what he could only assume was their ship, a light corvette made with a dark grey paint job. As they made their way to the ship, two of the mandos split off from the group, going through the hangar tossing explosives on the other ships and primed them to blow at any second.
Just as the group made it on the ramp of the ship, and more mandos made their way out to cover their retreat, they were stopped by an amplified scream. "Stop! That boy is a young member of the jedi order. If you leave with him now, you will leave with the weight of the entire order bearing down on you!" Shouted a female jedi with a blue lightsaber.
She was a beautiful alien lady with light pink skin and to Moka what like two, thick, fleshy horns on top of her head that turned into tentacles on either side of her head. The horns and tentacles were yellow with white tiger stripes. As his eyes trained on her, his mind identified her as a Togruta.
'How did I know that? Wait, he said my brain was a supercomputer now. Does that mean I can essentially have the internet's worth of information in my head? If so, it'd make learning things in this new world amazing! Plus, it seems he already installed basic information such as common races in my head, so at least I won't be too lost.' Moka thought to himself.
Before he could ponder his situation any more, the mandalorian holding him, who he's now realized has a very feminine figure, turned to speak to the jedi, her voice smooth, yet authoritative. "You jedi came to Mandalor, asked for our young ones, even going so far as to say we can never see our loved ones again, and you lost them to common thugs. Then you have the gall, after everything he's been through, to say that he still belongs to your order? No! No longer. Not this young one at least. And you can bring your little order if you'd like. Mandolorians never back down from a threat." The she-mando said, turning and entering the ship. As soon as the ramp closed, Moka felt the ship moving, as well as the return of the laser blasts. Moka could hear each shot ping off the hull of the ship, but could tell it did little to no damage.
Still holding Moka securely, the lady mando rushed through the corridors, before entering the cockpit. Entering the cockpit, Moka could tell they were already outside of the hangar, zipping through space. Sitting down in the captain's seat, the mando sat Moka in her lap carefully, which surprised Moka to no end.
Judging from the conversations earlier, Moka could get the gist of everything. He was a mandalorian, the jedi found out he could use the force and took him, he got kidnapped, experimented on, and now he was here. But, would the fact that he was once mandalorian warrant this strong of a reaction from her? Moka decided to look into it further when he had the chance.
Moka was broken out of his thoughts by the woman tapping his shoulders and pointing out of the window. "Look little one, we planned a fireworks show just for your return. I promise, no matter what. From now on, you will never be without mandalorian protection, as it is your birthright. I stake that on my heart." She said, as giant explosions went off in the hanger of the large ship, which quickly engulfed the entirety of the ship itself. Moka wasn't sure why, but a genuine, warm smile came to his face when he saw this.
Hearing a soft chuckle, Moka looked up at the lady, and was surprised as she was taking off her helmet. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, even with the scar trailing her right eye that went down her cheek. She had dark tanned, almost brown skin, and long, chestnut red hair in a single braid. She was breath-taking, as a sense of familiarity he couldn't pinpoint overcame him. "W-who are you, and why do you seem so familiar?" Moka asked, nervous to anger this armored beauty.
The woman let out a warm chuckle that made his skin flutter. Or that could be the nanites, he wasn't sure, but he could tell they weren't fully integrated. "Don't be so on edge little one. My name is Roz Kahl. Leader of clan Kahl, Owner of Kahl Corporations, and for the title I feel will give me the most trouble, your beloved aunt!"
