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KRES
A man born of fire and passion in his soul would come to overturn treacherous obstacles, powerful monsters, and his own inner demon. This hero's mistake born of arrogance and fueled by pride, would start a journey of legend.
It is the will to invoke the muse, Calliope, who will inspire and support throughout this creative endeavor. May she endow with her favor in this legend.
On the planet of Dathomir...
The claw of the fearsome Rancor rained down upon the terrain of Dathomir and Kres's soldiers who wished to capture the beast. A scene of gory armored limbs, tattered weapons, and uprooted plant life lay in shambles in a half a mile radius. Kres and his men, all armored heavily, attacked this gruesome monstrosity to no avail. Blaster fire virtually ineffective, and all explosives were not enough to truly pierce the Rancor hide. There was less than a quarter of the several hundred men that Kres had started with, and they were all wounded, except for Kres himself. The beast was unscathed while the warriors were near annihilated after the long chase and fight with the monster Rancor.
Kres told his men to stay back and wait for Kres to call for them. They all complied quite cowardly even though they were soldiers. As the men cowardly drove back, Kres stepped forward with only several explosives on his belt, his favorite blaster rifle on his back, and his trusty hunting blade that vibrated with anticipation in his hand. The monster turned to flee from the men as it was tired of effortlessly slaughtering them all. However, as Kres approached alone, the beast turned to the lone man in anger. The semi-sentient beast knew that this one warrior was the true cause of its torment, and as such the beast sought to end the warrior's life. With his men watching from the sides, and Kres's fiery blood and arrogance fueled, Kres charged for the beast whom was ready for his onslaught.
The mighty Rancor again utilized his claw much to the surrounding terrain's disarray. However the large sweep of those long, brown arms missed as Kres leaped into the air above the Rancor's grasp. Into the Rancor's hand went Kres's blade firmly plunged as the first true wound in the Rancor. A large howl went out as the pain caused the monster to recoil. Pulling its massive arm up to its face, it saw that the warrior clung to its claw with the blade still firmly plunged. The claw swung, not to strike, but to remove its pain inserted within. Kres would no budge until the moment was right, and that moment was coming soon. The Rancor lay its arm down in an attempt to rest for a minute. The young man removed his blade from the creatures hand as he prepared for what he had planned. The creature went for its target with its other claw, but swept absolutely nothing but the empty space. Kres had jumped to the upper part of the arm and planted his sword once more into flesh. Blood flowed from two places on a creature too powerful for several hundred marksmen. A roar let out in not only pain, but anger as the mortal man much smaller than the Rancor managed to harm the beast twice.
It's mind clouded in rage it attempted to claw at the man whom refused to let up. The third attempt at attack again failed as the man had now found his way up onto the beast's head. There the sword gruesomely met flesh in the beast again. A great howl went out as the beast roared for several seconds. The men that were cowardice before were looking from afar at the spectacle. A young man was assaulting a beast that not even three hundred soldiers could. However the men noticed something happening during the yell. Kres was reaching for the explosives on his pack to throw into the beasts vulnerable mouth. The men cried out against this arrogant act that would surely kill their prey. These cries fell on deaf ears as Kres through all of his bombs into the beasts mouth. Woefully swallowing the deadly weapons, the beast stopped howling for the last moments of its life. Explosion rang out from within as the beast's insides were torn asunder, and it wailed its last fearsome and pained cry. The beast fell onto its massive belly dead with a warrior and his plunged blade on top of it...
Kres was triumphant.
The men slowly approached the triumphant Kres. While confrontational, they did not want to incite the wrath of a man who single-handedly brought down a creature too fearsome for several hundred soldiers. Kres was a mighty one, and all gave him praise for his good kill, but they each feared for their fates at the hands of the man who had sent them to capture the now dead Rancor. Onytho the noble expected his men and his prize safely brought to him alive. His anger would put the fear of the Force in the hearts of all. A rich and powerful man was Onytho, and the men were now afraid of what would become of them. Kres dislodged his sword from the beast and went to calm his men.
Back on Nar Shaddaa...
Kres and his step-father and employer, Onytho were having a very heated argument. Kres had once again disobeyed Onytho's orders and the results were more costly than usual. Onytho's home was large and near the size of a palace with rooms and balconies scattered about. It was adorned with many wondrous decor, many of which were ancient artifacts that Kres had acquired for Onytho.
"You come back with a fraction of the men I sent with you and without my prize," exclaimed the furious Onytho, "Explain to me why I should not have you thrown to the beasts!"
"I had no choice," retorted the unapologetic Kres, "It slaughtered my men and the few remaining were not going to be able to take it in. I had to save who was left."
"We both know why you did it, Kres. You are as arrogant as the fire you were born from."
"Well, father," mocked Kres whom fully knew they were not blood, "Perhaps if you had given the men more than a few cheap blasters, we would have captured the monstrous thing."
"Those men were the best men I had. I ordered you to keep them safe, Kres."
"Good help is so hard to find, eh Onytho? They only got in my way the entire time they were there."
Onytho looked scornfully at the young man, "I curse the day your mother gave her life to bring you into this world. You are as arrogant and prideful as you ever have-"
"As arrogant as fire," interrupted Onytho's daughter whom entered the room.
Onytho's daughter, Petusi, is a beautiful and dainty young woman with golden hair that was long flowing and green eyes of emerald. Like always, her dress was beautifully blue, and as long flowing as her hair. She was, unlike Onytho's step-son Kres, blood related to Onytho.
"Ah, Petusi, I was not expecting you to be present this evening," greeted the "surprised" Kres whom knew full well she would be present.
"Yes, I hadn't expected you either, my daughter," commented Onytho whom also knew of her presence.
"Well I rarely have a chance to meet with my brother and father in the same room. I trust you will be staying for longer this time, brother."
"Oh stop Petusi, you know very well that the two of us are not truly kin," replied Kres.
"You may not be my blood, Kres, but I at least expect you to act like it," commented the annoyed Onytho, "Return to your quarters while I discuss with your sister a fitting punishment for you."
"Perhaps I shall perform ten labors to match my truly astounding abilities," replied Kres as he turned towards the hall.
"I have two in mind myself. Goodnight, Brother Kres," bid farewell by Petusi.
"I have ten to go with that myself," muttered the slightly bitter Onytho.
Later that evening, Kres decided to sneak from his quarters to head to the tallest room of the palace. Kres took out his hidden hovercraft summoner and called for it to meet him at his room. In several moments, the floating vehicle was hovering right outside of his tall window. Without a moment of hesitation, he leaped into his vehicle and began his ascent to the higher elevated room of the house. The hovercraft scaled the dark gray walls under the night sky until it reached its destination. Kres moved to open the window and flip back the curtains. When he spied into the room, the only person there was Petusi laying in her bed with a heavenly blue nightgown on. She rose from her bed at the same time Kres entered the room and Petusi moved to him.
"Kres, what are you doing here? If my father finds out," spoke Petusi in a hushed tone to prevent her guards outside her door from hearing.
"I am already in trouble with him. What more could he possibly do, my dear," questioned Kres rhetorically.
"You know very well what father will do if he finds you here... in my room."
"I promise you, Petusi, he shall never find out that I was here. You know this man is too-"
"You are always so arrogant, Kres," joked the young Petusi, "It was so many years ago that we met was it not?"
"Yes, I had hardly believed that he could keep you a secret from me for five years in this same house."
Twenty years ago...
Kres was just a young boy of seven years old and Petusi was five. Onytho was of the age of forty and was angered by Kres whom had smashed a very priceless artifact. Kres had mischievously hid away from Onytho in a room, and was having a great time while Onytho and his men searched for him. The young boy did not realize he had hid himself in the room of young Petusi whom had been born and lived for five years without Kres noticing.
Petusi called to Kres from the opposite side of her room near her play toys, "Whom, may I ask, are you?"
Kres turned around from the door to see a dainty little girl above three inches shorter than him. "I am Kres," he answered bravely, "Who are you?"
"I am Petusi. Where did you come from," asked the little girl.
"I hid from my father after smashing his stuff up," answered Kres.
"He is my father," exclaimed Petusi, "And I have no brothers."
"He isn't my real father. He adopted me after my mom died when I was born. I had no father at that time."
"That is not right. I have never heard of you before now."
"I have been here for seven years," answered Kres.
"But that would mean-"
"Petusi," loudly exclaimed by Onytho from the hallway. Kres immediately hid in the closet of Petusi's room before Onytho came bursting into the door. "Petusi, have you seen a young boy with dark red hair and amber eyes," questioned Onytho to his daughter.
The description perfectly matched the boy whom had just entered young Petusi's room, Kres. "No, I haven't father," answered the dainty girl.
Onytho looked around the room for a quick second before replying to his daughter. "I shall trust your word then. Remember what I said about using contractions Petusi," with that, Onytho and his men left the room.
Young Petusi turned to see little Kres slowly entering the room. They both smiled at each other...
Back in the present...
"I have noticed that Petusi," commented the twenty seven year old Kres.
"Noticed what, if you do not mind me asking," playfully inquired twenty five year old Petusi.
"You use contractions when you lie," Kres then began to chuckle with Petusi quickly joining in.
"You started sneaking up here almost every day so we could play," playfully spoke Petusi.
"Then I started taking Teras Kasi lessons about seven years later. We didn't have much time to play then," sadly spoke Kres.
"Oh yes, I remember that. How did those lessons work out?"
"I brought your father back a lightsaber a few years back if I remember correctly."
"Hmm," hummed Petusi, "What did you come up here for at such a late time, Kres."
Without a moment of hesitation Kres responded, "To see you, my love."
The two of them, Kres and Petusi, looked at each other in silence for a moment. After a few moments, Petusi ran to Kres and they both kissed under the star light of the open window. The two were passionately clung to each other, and in their embrace they released all the built up tension they felt when Kres was away. Suddenly, the door to Petusi's had opened to reveal a shocked and surprised Onytho, whom had come to speak to Petusi about the suitor he had picked out for her...
The two lovers pulled away from each others embrace to see the shocked Onytho in the doorway. They looked at Onytho, then to each other, and the back at Onytho. All three of them were rendered speechless without any thing to be done. There was a silence in the room that not even the Force could break. Kres wanted Onytho to say something first. Petusi was to fearful of her father to speak. Onytho was too surprised to say a single word. The wind calmly went through the room as if nothing was wrong, and the entire universe was indifferent to this crossroad of life. Finally Onytho broke the silence with one word.
"Kres," uttered Onytho weakly. He gave no time for Kres or Petusi to reply and continued, "I allowed you into my house-"
"Onytho-," Kres tried to interrupt.
"Silence," Onytho firmly, but not yelling spoke. "I treated you as my son, and raised you as my own despite my own conflict after your mother's death-"
"Father-," Petusi uttered.
"Silence," Onytho repeated. "I have given you a home, a family, and tried my best to be a father to you. All of my efforts to turn you from your arrogant ways have failed. How do you expect me to respond?"
Kres thought in silence as he looked at Onytho who looked closer to weeping than yelling. "I don't know," Kres finally replied.
"I do," sadly spoke Onytho. "Guards," yelled Onytho for them to come in, "Take Kres."
Suddenly, a unit of ten men armed with stun batons came in and rushed Kres. Kres quickly pushed Petusi to the bed so that she would not be harmed in the scuffle. Suddenly the were upon Kres, and readying their weapons to take him down. Kres fought out fiercely against them swiping blows against them. Their batons were deflected, and their attacks were being swiped aside. The men were still holding their own as they attacked Kres though, and despite the fight seemingly going in Kres's favor, he was defeated. One of the men sneaked up behind him and stunned him while all of the other men joined in. Onytho was silent and stoic as the guards picked the disorientated Kres off the ground. Petusi ran to her father to plead Kres's life to him.
"Father please do not do this," Petusi cried to Onytho as the men were picking Kres up.
"You have no say in this Petusi," replied Onytho as he turned away from her to prepare to follow his men to where they were taking Kres.
Petusi yelled to her father, "Please father, I love-"
Onytho spun around and smacked Petusi clear across the face, knocking her back onto the bed. She lied unconscious as her unapologetic father moved to approach Kres. Kres, whom had finally begun to be dragged away, was spoken to by Onytho while slowly blacking out.
"You will learn this lesson well," Onytho ominously spoke to Kres before Kres finally lost consciousness.
A few hours later...
Kres's eyes blinked open to face the grim situation he had placed himself into. He was in the place reserved only for Onytho's most hated enemies. It was the dungeon in which Onytho's "pets" were kept, and all of his pet's human food. Kres guessed what was to be his fate; eaten alive by several rancors without being armed with a single weapon. Kres looked at the walls which were lit by torch without surprise. Onytho was always the pretentious sort who had an interest in antiquity. There were buckler shields, regular swords, and even bows organized on the walls. Suddenly there was an opening of the ancient wooden door in a few yards in front of him. The grim lord Onytho revealed himself with several guards armed with vibroblades. They were coming to kill Kres, but Onytho was not as happy as Kres expected. Kres, was chained to the wall, and unable to get up from the floor; defenseless.
Onytho was looking down, ashamed of his failure, and the death of someone he called his son. "I tried as hard as I could," stated Onytho, "I made as many consultation as I could, but I failed you, Kres, I have."
Kres spat at Onytho's feet which were wearing expensive shoes. "I will kill you when I get out of here, Onytho. You will d-"
Onytho smacked Kres whom was not able to react. "I've heard enough of you, boy. How dare you claim my daughter as your own," Onytho paused and adopted a most heinous smile on his old, cracked lips, "But at least I'll be able to test my latest poison." With the wave of his hand another guard armed with only a vial of the most green and florescent poison.
Kres stared at it for a moment, with contempt, "And what makes you think I will drink that?"
The guards two guards ran and attempted to rip Kres's mouth open. They struggled with Kres's mighty jaw for a while, but in the end, the guards were able to pry open Kres's mouth. Onytho took the poison green liquid from the guard and began to approach Kres with it.
Onytho smirked over Kres and his own triumph, "You know, you really are powerful," Onytho speculated. The grim one shook his head over Kres in a slight laugh, "You are almost a god," suddenly Onytho got serious and gripped Kres's throat forcefully, "But you squandered it, and now you will die."
Kres shifted around roughly and caused the guards much stress as Onytho slowly moved to pour the poison down Kres's throat. There was quite a struggle as the chains, the guards, and the walls themselves were struggling to keep Kres held. Kres raged and his strength was being thrown wildly, but in the end, Onytho slowly poured every last drop of the poison into his adopted son's mouth. The guards let go as Kres struggled against the poison for a moment. He twisted as the poison ran through his system. It lit a fire in his stomach as Kres thrashed about. The guards had let him go as they thought his death was imminent. The movements of the chained man slowly became sluggish as Kres slowed and grew weaker. Onytho turned and walked out of the room with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. Several guards came to collect the body.
Kres stirred. His eyes snapped open. The guards drew back in fear as they were not armed with guns. They had shock sticks. There was a fierce look on Kres's face. He slowly stood up. The guards were quickly losing their nerve. They thought quickly and pulled out their shock sticks. The hesitated to approach Kres however. When one finally made a move Kres slammed. He ripped his chains from the stone they were attached. The men gathered had to keep from soiling themselves. Kres took one step forward. The guards stepped back. Kres looked at them with contempt. They looked at Kres with fear.
A guard jumped for Kres attempting to attack with his shock stick. Kres crack slammed the guard. A fist right across the guard's neck. The guard was dead. Another guard rushed in. Kres rammed his solar plexus. The guard was out like a light. The other guards quick rushed in. Kres performed a Norris roundhouse. The rest of them were knocked out with a single kick to the face.
Kres shook his head with great disappointment. With the guards dead, it was time to locate some real weaponry. The one thing Kres knew, was that where he currently was, the storage place for all things he collected Onytho was here. There were weapons that Kres had brought to him that would prove some good. A sword of ancient metal that never rusted, and was of beautiful cutting power. That sword was something Kres had to get before escaping from the lion's den. There was a great deal of Rancors, Tra'cors, and several other destructive monsters. They were all hidden in the dark cave of a storage place as pets and guardians. Kres had brought most of them here, the rest were all their children. Kres was going to have a long day.
Capacity: 55 rounds
Speed: 5 rounds per second
Ammo Type: Particle
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Red
Skin Color: Tan
Physical Build: Muscular
Height: 6'2"
Arm Length: 34 inches
Leg Length: 33.75 inches
Weight: 240 lbs.
Hair Color: Red
Skin Color: Tan
Physical Build: Muscular
Height: 6'2"
Arm Length: 34 inches
Leg Length: 33.75 inches
Weight: 240 lbs.
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