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So a few weeks ago I got the idea to write a story in the Disney timeline with the First Order and all that, but with my own changes. My story Invictus is set about 30-40 years after what we see in TFA and TLJ. the First Order won the war and the Galaxy has lived in constant hopelessness for decades.

PROLOGUE:
      77 A.B.Y.
   “We both know how this ends!” A man in black yelled into the darkness.
   “It ends with you dead!” another man called out. As soon as he finished talking two greenish beams snapped into existence swinging towards the man in black’s throat. Those beams would have decapitated the man in black, but then an orange blade appeared and stopped the two Teal blades.
   “Your dead now Free.” the man in black growled, igniting a second orange blade.
   “Then I’ll take you with me!” Free yelled, deactivating his sabers and moving back into the shadows. The man in black looked around the chamber for his elusive opponent.
   “You know you can’t sneak up on me Free!” the man in black yelled looking around the room. Sensing something behind him he whirled around, swinging his fiery sabers in a wide arc. His saber slammed into Free’s with a loud clash. Free quickly disengaged from the fight and slid back into the shadows
   “Come out and fight me like a man!” the man screamed throwing his hands out to the side spraying fire around their surroundings. They were on a large platform with Free crouching by one of the edges in a corner. The man made the fire hover in 6 orbs in the corners
   “You can’t hide from me now Free, why not fight me?” the man in black said raising his sabers.
   “Fine then.” Free said. His sabers ignited with a loud snap and Free rushed the man in black. The two began to trade blows almost too fast for the eye to track. For the beginning of the fight neither of them could gain any advantage over the other, but then the man in black began to push forward against Free, shoving him back towards the edge of the platform. Free became desperate, trying to work around the man in black and back towards the center of the platform but the man in black wouldn’t have it, and he continued pushing him towards the edge. By this time Free was covered in blood from gashes on his arms and legs, but the man in black was still fresh and ready to keep the fight going. As they approached the edge, the man in black blasted his sabers through Free’s guards and shoved him to the ground on the edge of the platform. Free tried to call his sabers to him with the force but the man in black sliced off Free’s hands and watched as his sabers flew into the void. Free screamed in pain as he fell to his knees and watched his hands fall to the ground.
   “Goodbye Free.” the man said. The man in black then stabbed Free through the heart. Free looked at the man in black and, with his last words, said something that would haunt him forever...


CHAPTER I
   67 A.B.Y.

   The crowd roared as Tyr stepped into the arena. He looked around at his friends and colleagues who were about to watch him fight to the death for his name in the Decade Games.  The Games are week-long brutal contests of speed, strength, and agility held every ten years, founded by the founder of their civilization on the planet Tyalos, Aeris Stahr. Tyalos is in the same star system as Kashyyyk and Trandosha, but it has more of a desert climate than it’s woodland counterparts.
Tyr looked around the blood-stained arena and realized who his opponent was. His opponent was the two time champion Baron Rynt Invictus, almost undefeated in all forms of combat for 20 years. He was one of the most powerful men on Tyalos both physically and politically, and his prefered weapon was a double-ended spear. Tyr on the other hand, was nowhere near as well known. He was a relatively unknown gladiator in underground fight clubs. The only skills he had were skills he gained fighting on the streets, his only weapons were a sword and knife provided by the Decade games. His mind was already blown because of how far he had actually made it, He made it through the qualifiers and first five heats with little resistance and the quarterfinals with the same. The Semi finals were harder, he came pretty close to losing to a young man from the other side of town. That man is dead now.
   “Ladies and Gentleman! This is the fight you have been waiting for all week long! The two time winner of the Combat portion of the Decade games; Baron Rynt Invictus. And the, so far, undefeated challenger; Tyr!” blared the arena speakers
“If Tyr wins, then he will take the Baron’s rank and his name, Invictus. Both of these competitors have everything to lose, Tyr, his life, and what reputation he may have. And Rynt, His rank, reputation and life. So without further ado, let the contest begin!”
A loud gong sounded. Tyr drew the sword and knife from his sheaths at the same time that Rynt raised his spear. Tyr slowly began to close the distance between them being careful to stay out of range of Rynt’s spear. Rynt stood almost perfectly still, only moving when Tyr tried to get behind him. Eventually Tyr got tired of the games and he lunges in and swings his sword at Rynt’s throat but Rynt brought up his spear and blocked Tyr’s blade and used the other blade to swipe at Tyr’s head. Tyr managed to dodge at the last second, but he took a nasty gash on his left arm. He screamed in pain and staggered backwards. Rynt swung again, this time striking Tyr in the leg. Tyr screamed again. Rynt grinned as the crowd roared and cheered him on, he moved forwards to finish Tyr off. Tyr managed to get his sword up and block Rynt’s first strike, but the second blew his sword out of his hand and sliced open his hand. Rynt used the handle of his spear to bash Tyr in the head, the he brought it around and stabbed Tyr in the side.
“And that makes three.” Rynt said with a wicked grin on his face.
With the last bit of his strength Tyr drew his knife with his uninjured hand and drove the knife up through Rynt’s stomach and into his lungs. Rynt looked at the knife in his chest with huge, surprised eyes, looked at Tyr, and fell over dead. The entire arena fell deathly silent, until one brave soul began to clap. The whole stadium was cheering for the competitor who only seconds before they thought was a dead man.
“Tyr! Tyr!” the crowd chanted. Tyr himself barely heard them, he looked down at his adversary and he smiled a grim smile.
“I won.” he said, then he fell over unconscious.
Later on he woke up in the small medbay that was under the arena.
“You are one lucky boy.” one of the medics said, “not many people have stood against Rynt Invictus and lived to tell about it.” Tyr just moaned in response, turning over and intending to fall back asleep.
“Hey, you can’t pass out now kid, you have to get ready for the celebration. And some of the surgeons want to see if your new arm works.” the medic said.
“New arm?” Tyr said questioningly. The medic gestured towards Tyr’s left arm. He looked down and saw that right in the middle of his bicep his arm stopped being flesh and blood and turned into a shiny silver steel.
“What happened to my arm?” Tyr asked the medic looking at his new appendage with intrigue.
“In your fight with Rynt you took a very bad wound to your arm. One of Rynt’s blades was poisoned, by the time we figured this out, your arm from the elbow down had been rendered useless. The rest of your am and body would have followed unless we amputated your arm.” the medic said.
“What can it do?” Tyr asked the medic.
“Everything your old arm could do, but it is relatively fragile compared to other cybernetics, it is about as strong as you old arm was.”
“Why is it fragile?” Tyr asked the medic.
“Stronger cybernetics are Illegal in most of the galaxy, The New Order doesn’t want people to become cyborgs like General Grievous back in the Clone Wars.”
“That’s bull.” Tyr said angrily while testing out his new arm.
“And many people agree with you, but nothing can defeat the Order. We all know what happened to the Resistance.” the medic said in a grim tone, getting on odd look on his face.
   “Also, when you go to the celebration, don’t let the people get to you. Some of them will be quite upset that Rynt lost to a boy like you, many of them placed large wagers against you. So try not to show off your new arm too much, some of them may take it as a sign of weakness.”
   “Why could it be a sign of weakness?” Tyr asked.
   “It implies that you can be hurt. Killed.” the medic said.
   “Can’t everyone be hurt?” Tyr asked questioningly.
   “Not you, you can never be hurt. The Invictus name means undefeated. If you ever lose a fight it could mean the loss of your name, reputation, and the support of the people. And if you ever are defeated you can never let it show. You have to always stay up, no matter how much you want to go down.” the medic said. By this time all the other medics had left the room and Tyr was alone with the medic.
“Well I should go.” Tyr said “Big celebration and all.”
“Enjoy the celebration.” the medic said, picking his things up and turning to leave.
“Hey! I never got your name.” Tyr said getting up and following him.
“Dameron. Jason Dameron.” the medic said turning to face Tyr
“Wait, as in Poe Dameron? The resistance pilot who was in a dogfight with Kylo Ren?” Tyr asked in amazement.
“Mhm, that Dameron. Poe was my father. He raised me until I was 15. That battle happened on my 16th birthday. My father was killed the day I became a man.” Jason said.
 “See you at the party Invictus.” 


That is all I'll be doing for now, but Chapter 2 is coming along pretty good and should be posted within the next week. Another thing, My friend is writing another version of this story but from Free's Point of View. He will be posting it under his forum name, Jagen Moonrider.

Hey GF!   This is an interesting setting!  I don't know off-hand of anyone writing from a post-TFA point of view that has the First Order WINNING!  Bold!  And I am looking forward to watching this timeline develop! 

Invictus indeed...   So, does that mean he's now the ruler of the planet?  :-)

Not the planet, but over the next few years, he will develop into a powerful figure on Tyalos.

Hi Golden Fedora,

Great start to your story (though I did get a sneak peek that wrote itself as I read it  ;) ) Looking forward to seeing how this develops and all my new reading I have to do now thanks to you all!

Thanks Tyeth, I am glad you like it. Chapter 2 is getting close to being done and will be uploaded by Friday unless something comes up

Invictus...what a poison crown that seems to be, I wonder if he gets a special Sword of Damocles as part of becoming Baron....

"We all know what happened to the Resistance." well no we don't but i look forward to finding out.

Anyway good start with the 77 ABY then sudden switch up - who is Free and the man in Black - are they at all related to Tyr? Don't know but it sets a mystery to answerable from the get go.

the thing with the resistance will all be revealed later, maybe chapter three or so. Free you'll learn about in chapter two, and the man in black...

my little secret.   8)

GF, great start with your story!  It engaged and drew me in immediately, from the "Man in Black" future prologue to the First-Order mandated gladiatorial games to the nod to established canon ("Dameron")  :)

Looking forward to Chapter 2!

BTW, if you'd like to include any of our "Forumverse" just PM the author and I'm sure they'll be more than amiable at the opportunity  :)

Thanks, Dutchman, and I will.

Here is Chapter two. I hope you guys enjoy it!

CHAPTER II
   67 A.B.Y.

Tyr had never been to the Decade Festival before. Before they were killed, his parents didn’t let him go because they said he was too young to attend and they were probably right. 5 year old Tyr would not have survived the excitement. The Festival is a two-month long party full of eating, drinking, and basically everything you expect from a party but on a much larger scale, and it was way more of a party for the Victors. All Victors, past and present, were treated like gods, every single one of them had an army of servants to tend to their every need, and more food and drink than they could ever want. People were all over the Victors asking for advice and other matters that none of them were qualified to speak on.
After six weeks the party still felt like it had barely started, Tyr had more than he ever had before. Back when he was a gladiator he was treated fairly well, he was provided room and board by the club, and all his food was provided by the club also, but what he had now made all that look like nothing, Now he was living like a king, which is a pretty accurate statement since when he killed Rynt he took his rank of Baron which was a rank only a few other victors held.
He looked over at some of the other Victors and noticed there were few his age, only two others that he could see, a girl and a boy, the girl looked about his age the boy a bit younger. He decided to go and talk to them.
      “Hello there.” Tyr said to the boy who was a bit closer to him.
      “Hi.” the boy said coldly.
      “What’s your name?” Tyr asked.
      “Dargus” he said back.
      “Tyr Invictus” Tyr responded
      “Well if we are using our new names I’m Dargus Free.” Dargus said.
      “And I’m Aradyn.” The girl said. “Aradyn Rush now.”
      “I’m Tyr. So what do you guys think of the celebration?” Tyr asked.
      “I enjoy it, I think Free is a little sick from eating so much.” Aradyn said jabbing Free in the ribs
      “Well, what category did you guys compete in?” Tyr said. Free was the one to respond this time
      “I competed in escapism and Rush in the speed contests.” Tyr was very impressed by this. Those were two of the hardest categories to win. Escapism because there are 4 people chained to the ceiling which is slowly lowering an electrified shield and the first person to escape can get the blaster from the center of the arena and kill the other three. And speed because to win you have to be fast enough to avoid six imported Nexu beasts like the ones used in the ancient gladiator pits of Geonosis. Basically, if you can avoid them until all the others die you win.
      “That’s really impressive. Did you guys get any special rank like I did?” Tyr said
      “No, Rynt was the only two time winner in these games.” Rush said
      “I still can’t believe he lost to you.” Free said.
      “You know I only won because he stabbed me in the side and let down his guard. It was easy to stab him when he was gloating.” Tyr admitted
      “Then you don’t deserve his rank at all” Free said walking off.
      “Don’t let him get to you Tyr.” Aradyn said. ”He’s just jealous he didn’t get any special rank.”
      “Did you?” Tyr asked.
      “Not one like yours, I got a decent sized place on the west side of town, but not much of a rank. Dargus got the same” Aradyn said.
      “Tyr!” someone called from the crowd.
      “I gotta go, see you later Aradyn. Tell Dargus I’ll catch him later.” Tyr said walking off. After walking around for a few minutes he found who had called him, It was Jason the medic from before the party.
      “Jason! It’s been a while.” Tyr said with a smile on his face.
      “Yes, yes, can we please go somewhere a bit more private.” Jason said looking around.
      “Sure.” Tyr said, “can I ask why?” stepping into the doorway of a nearby building
      “We are being watched.” Jason answered curtly.
      “Watched? Watched by who?” Tyr asked looking concerned.
      “The New Order, and they’re coming here, looking for me.” Jason said.
      “Why? Did you do something wrong?” Tyr asked.
      “Not as you would see it. They are trying to kill me because I am the last living relative to a resistance member. With my death, all ties to the resistance would be cut and the Order would never face a challenge from the populace again!” Jason was getting upset now
      “Alright, alright, calm down Jason. How do you know they are trying to kill you?” Tyr asked, trying to ease his anxiety.
      “I saw a man watching me earlier today, and I went over to talk to him and he started to run. So I chased him. When I caught up to him he pulled a gun on me and when he fired I dodged out of the way and I pulled my weapon and shot him in the head. When his body hit the ground a small device fell out of his pocket.” Jason said pulling out a small silver rectangle. “This device holds a recording of a man saying to find and kill me and anybody associated with me.”
      “That’s intense.” Tyr said eyes wide.
      “And that’s not the worst part, the recording also says that if they do not hear back by the specified date then the New Order will attack the ceremony and kill everyone here.”
      “What? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Tyr said getting angry
      “The Order has spies everywhere, including in the games. The only reason I trust you is because I have seen you a lot. Ever since I get here 4 years ago. I knew you were here long before the Order knew that I was here.” Jason explained.
      “When did you realize he Order knew you were here?” Tyr asked.
      “Last year, I saw a group of stormtroopers in the plaza. They were showing a holo of me before I got here asking if anyone had seen me. They searched the entire city for five months looking for me.” Jason said.
      “Well I assume they didn’t find you, I mean you are standing in front of me.” Tyr said failing to put a smile on his face.
      “The only reason I am alive is because they did catch me. About eight months ago the Order broke into my safe house and took me to their Destroyer in orbit. They tortured me for almost 3 months until I was able to escape. When I came back I realized that I had been taken right before a group of Trandoshan marauders had just raided the village looking for me. The bounty on my head was so large, yet the people in my village defended me. Every single one of them is dead now because of me.” Jason said with a grim look on his face. “And don’t try and say it isn’t my fault because it is. If I hadn’t gone there, the Trandoshans never would have went there, and those innocent people would still be alive.”
      “What did you do then?” Tyr asked.
      “I went for revenge. I used most of my money to buy a refurbished Z-95 and went to Trandosha. After a week of searching I found the group responsible for slaughtering the people in my village. I dropped a Electron bomb into the center of their village.”
      “Woah!” Tyr said in horror. Electron bombs were nearly impossible to come by for many reasons, the main being that they are strong enough to crack the crust of a planet. The second being that there is only one place to get one and that is an old factory from the late Imperial era on Sullust. The journey is almost as dangerous as the prize. Due to extreme electromagnetic fields caused by a First Order superweapon, ships can only stay in the air for a minute or so before having their engines completely fried. Then seekers must journey through the catacombs of the planet towards the old factories where they must work their way through a labyrinth of corridors flooded with lava and rusted equipment. And all of this effort is for a prize the size of a hand grenade. But this could never be used as a grenade, Electron bombs cause an atom to lose all of its electrons, causing a chain reaction where the atoms cannot hold together. When the dust clears there is absolutely nothing left of the target, just a large mass of dirt slowly settling to the bottom of a giant crater.
      “I was so consumed by rage that I destroyed tens of thousands of lives in retaliation for the deaths of a hundred” Jason said with a sad look in his eyes.
      “Why did you do it?” Tyr asked.
      “I still don’t know why I got so angry, I just felt a need that they needed to pay and that an electron bomb was the way to do it.” Jason said.
      “But you know what those things can do, why would you ever use one of those?” Tyr asked. An explosion erupted on the other side of the road before Jason could respond.
      “What was that?” Tyr yelled looking around. Another, closer explosion hit the square, pushing Tyr and Jason into the wall of the building.
      “Where are those coming from?” Jason called out, looking around the half destroyed square. As soon as he said this a dark grey ship flew into the square and deposited 20 some stormtroopers into the square.
      “Stormtroopers.” Tyr said in awe. He had never seen the elite soldiers of the order.
      “Stormtroopers.” Jason said, with less awe and more hate. Jason then reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol. Jason flipped a little red switch and watched a bar on the side of the gun slowly light up blue.
      “Do you have another one of those?” Tyr asked trying to see if he did.
      “Use your swords.” Jason said getting up.
      “Use your swords.” Tyr said mockingly drawing his knife and short sword.
      “For Tyalos!” Tyr yelled jumping into the square and cutting off the head of the nearest trooper. Jason stood behind a pillar and shot two of the troopers across the square. By this time the stormtroopers had figured out  what was going on. 3 troopers pulled riot batons, while about five others began to fire at Jason pinning him down.
      “Come on!” Tyr yelled, throwing his dagger into the throat of the closest trooper and dashing to the next one. The remaining two stormtroopers moved apart so that if Tyr attacked one of them, the other would have a clean shot to his back. Tyr began to circle around them, stepping in the direction of the fallen trooper. Once he got close enough he dove for the dagger embedded in the throat of the dead soldier, the stormtroopers rushed at him trying to strike him while he was on the ground, Tyr rolled away and stabbed at the trooper but his sword was deflected by the troopers armor. He was stunned by his and his sword dragged on the ground, the troopers took advantage of this, swinging at his neck. To save himself he let go of his sword and as soon as the first trooper’s strike passed by he rushed in and stabbed underneath the trooper’s breastplate and impaled it in the soldier’s lungs. He then pulled the blade out of the trooper and turned to the final one. The last trooper raised his baton and rushed at Tyr. Tyr spun out of the way and stabbed the trooper in the back of the neck as he ran by.
Tyr looked around the square trying to find Jason. He spotted him on the other side of the square, firing at a squad of six stormtroopers, completely unaware of the three other soldiers coming up behind him, blasters leveled at his head.
      “Jason!” Tyr yelled, trying to warn his friend of the soldiers behind him. Jason did the wrong thing in that moment. He turned towards Tyr and his foot slipped on a loose stone causing him to fall to his hands, which exposed his arm to the troopers in front of him. The stormtrooper captain seized the opportunity and fired. Jason screamed in pain as his arm below his elbow was blown off by the high powered rifle.
      “NO!” Tyr screamed, sprinting to his fallen friend. He was still a good thirty feet away when the stormtrooper captain raised his rifle and finished the job with a fiery bolt through Jason’s heart. Tyr roared in anger dashing over and decapitating three of the troopers.He threw his dagger into the throat of another. The remaining five troopers didn’t want to just stand there, so they did the smart thing and started shooting at Tyr. Tyr did a dodging roll towards a large piece of rubble between him and the soldiers. He tried to peek out and see what the troopers were doing. He got a laser less than a foot from his face. He ducked down and noticed the corpses of the stormtroopers at his feet, these gave him an idea, he reached over and picked up one of the troopers rifles. He jumped out from behind the rubble and fired at the troopers, taking three of them down before the other troopers realized what had happened. The remaining three turned and raised their rifles. Tyr emerged from his roll and was confronted with the barrels of three F-22C repeating blasters. He slowly set his rifle down and slowly raised his hands. Two of the three pushed him to the ground, the third reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of binders and fastened Tyr’s hands behind his back. Tyr looked around and, for the first time, noticed the civilians held at gunpoint all around the square. The people were all watching him, they had all seen him fail. They had witnessed the undefeatable be defeated. He had forever lost the respect of everyone here.
      "Take those three and get back to the ship!” a voice said behind him. Two of the troopers grabbed Tyr by the shoulders and directed him towards the dropship about 15 meters away. He looked around and saw that there were two other people being led towards the ship behind him, but they had bags over their heads so he couldn’t tell who they were. When he was about 5 meters away from the dropship he spun and knocked the two troopers to the floor and made a dash towards the shop at the edge of the road. It looked like a random escape to the troopers but he knew that there were weapons in that building. Adais’ place always had extra weapons lying around.
      “Stop or the people will die!” Someone yelled. Tyr slowly stopped and turned to see who had spoken. He saw a tall figure in a crisp black officer’s uniform with a deep blue cape over his right shoulder striding towards him.
      “You wouldn’t kill an entire town to get me,” Tyr called, then much quieter “I don’t matter that much.”
      “Oh but you do matter Tyr, and I am more than willing to kill these people.” the officer said signaling to the troopers holding the people. The stormtroopers raised their blasters and opened fire into the crowd.
      “NO!!” Tyr screamed running towards the falling civilians. He hadn’t even taken two steps before three stormtroopers tackled him and dragged him into the dropship.
      “NO! LET ME GO!!” Tyr yelled. Eventually, the troopers got tired of this.
      “SHUT UP KID!!” one of the troopers yelled, proceeding to slam the butt of his rifle into Tyr’s nose. Tyr’s body hit the deck like a stone.


Chapter three should be up sometime next week.

Great action GF!  Poor Jason; I really feel for the guy.  Not just for his death at the hands of the stormtroopers but also the despair and regret that his decision resulted in the deaths of countless thousands.  Still, a VERY good Aesop: what is the cost of revenge and do you want to pay it?  Excellent pathos.  Speaking of...

Memorable scene where Tyr is forced to capitulate, the collective deaths of the gathered crowd first being threatened and then carried out.  That First Order officer is definitely one evil...guy. 

I also like the introduction of Rush and Free (or is it re-introduction in Free's case?).  Vibrant characters, good pacing, tight action.  Well written!

Here's to Chapter 3!

Agreed, but what also interests me is the society of Tyalos - the way people are named Rush, Free, Invictus based on these Hunger Games like death matches...thats something very unique i don't think I've seen in a Star Wars context before - the survival of the fittest concept implicit in it is something i can see the First Order being very interested in exploiting - the perfect place to recruit from...

Thanks, guys! When I first started writing, I mainly did action scenes only because I didn't know how "normal" people should act, but after reading what some people have posted here (Karmack's We Are Gray/Hide and Seek, and the first part of the Aether series, well that really helped me to realize some of the things I was doing wrong when I tried to write non-action scenes. (my main problem was trying to make them more "action-scene" like) and I am very glad you all enjoy it, I started work on Chapter 3 yesterday, and I kind of have it planned out where I want it to go. Until the next installment friends!

Honestly, you chose two outstanding authors to research  ;)

What I found was the more I read and write the easier that became and overtime you'll firm up your style more and find what works for you - e.g. comparing We are Gray to say Wind Chimes you'll see his style improve but still keep the key things that make it his own (solid blend of action and character very easy to read and in depth song of the force exploration). Keep it up the more you write the better you'll get and keep trying to push what you think you can do! And thanks for reading our first forays love to hear what you think, feedback is really what drives us all!

Wow, I'm impressed GF. A solid beginning to a series that seems like it could be extremely good. Like LSG mentioned, I get quite a bit of Hunger Games vibes from this (which is cool), but I really hope that that is not your sole inspiration for this story. I do like the premise that the FO actually won the war, and I really liked Jason (the operative word being "liked"). Hope to see you continue this journey. You will be sure to improve as a writer as you go on. How do I know? Because I did as well. While I am not nearly as good of a writer as Karm, TD, LSG or TDC even, I can tell that my own writing has improved. One of the easiest ways to see that is in the fact that when I first started writing SotO, I had trouble even finding enough stuff to fill 2-3 pages. Now I rarely have less than 5 per chapter. Like I said, excited to see where you take us.

Point to you

Thank you so much everyone, you guys cannot even comprehend how much I appreciate this feedback, and this is only inspiring me to write more!

@TR and LSG
      funny thing is, when I started writing this, Hunger Games didn't even cross my mind as inspiration, it just sort of happened this way. my main inspiration was more along the lines of that old series that was kind of like the biographies of main characters, (Luke, Obi-Wan, MAUL(my personal favorite) and Anakin) I looked at the way that these books were written and tried to add some of these elements into the story.The main being Maul's childhood with him being alone and him being forced to fight to survive(Tyr lost his parents years ago and was forced to become a gladiator) and then from Luke's story where he meets new people then they---

Nevermind, I think I'll hold that little piece back for now...

@TD
      I know! I loved Karm's interpretation of the force as a song, I had never heard of that being done before, and LSG adding in a world that once had space travel but then was put back to a "Medieval-like" era was incredible.

It's a bit late, but here's chapter 3


CHAPTER III
   68 A.B.Y.
     “AAAAAAAARGH!!!!” Tyr screamed as he was brutally shocked for the fifteenth time this hour.
     “What do you want!!” Tyr screamed at his captors. The man at the console in front of him turned his black helmeted head to look at Tyr, and still looking at Tyr, pushed on a lever at his console.
     “GAAAAAHH!!” Tyr cried as the guard electrocuted him again. Then a man walked into the chamber and said;
     “That is enough for now.”  in a deep voice. Tyr looked up and saw the same officer from the square all that time ago. The man walked forward with loud steps, his deep blue cape billowing out behind him.
     “What. Do you. Want?” Tyr said, completely out of breath.
     “Do you know how long you have been here?” The man said, ignoring Tyr.
     “How long?” Tyr asked, wanting to know the true reason for this mans visit.
     “It has been exactly one year since the battle during the Decade Festival, the people of Tyalos have been almost completely destroyed, with the last pockets being hunted down as we speak.”
     “That’s impossible. Tyalos cannot fall.” Tyr said confidently.
     “Do you really believe that? You’re people are armed with light hand weapons whereas my soldiers are armed with the highest grade modern blasters and artillery.” the Man said.
     “It doesn’t matter, Tyalos has never been defeated and it never will!” Tyr said with conviction.
     “Oh, but it has, all of the major cities have fallen, and the last bits of the population are being hunted down in the Northern Mountains as we speak. But they can be saved.” the officer said with a smile.
      “How?” Tyr asked.
      “Serve the New Order, we already have three others from Tyalos who will serve under us, you are the only one who has not pledged his allegiance.” the officer said.
      “Why would I ever serve the Order? You killed my people!” Tyr started to get upset.
      “Because if you serve, then the people of Tyalos will be saved! They will be allowed to rebuild and prosper under the protection of the New Order!” The officer said with a surprising amount of emotion in his voice.
      “Why me? Why not any of the other people of Tyalos?” Tyr asked.
      “Because you are Invictus! You are a symbol to Tyalos, but the Order can make you a symbol to the entire galaxy!” The officer said, raising a clenched fist.
      “Alright, but I need to see my people. I want to know that they are safe.” Tyr said.
      “Your request will be met easily enough, but first, you should meet the three others you will be serving us with.” the Officer said nodding towards the guard at the console. The guard pressed a button and Tyr fell to the ground in a heap.
      “Stand up.” The officer said. Tyr slowly rose to his feet, hands and arms shaking
      “When do I start?” Tyr said with a golden-yellow glint in his eyes.

Oh yeah you can totally trust this office who just tortured you for a year to keep his word...
What has the First Order become in this New Order...the glimpse so far are beyond disturbing, killing planet to get a few recruits - survival of the fittest taken to extremes...I hope we get a greater glimpse into their 'New Order Culture' through Tyrs' lens.

oh, you will... 

Ditto to what LSG said.    Much of what we've seen of the First Order in the new movie series is buffoonish.  They come across like Ferengi - they're very hard to take seriously because they don't really ... menace.  They're STUPID, dumb-on-purpose, and read more like a WWII propaganda film Nazis than real threats.

This...  This is much darker, more purely evil.  This is how I think we were supposed to see the First Order - utterly uncaring about life, only interested in one thing: Power.  If I have to kill a million people to secure this planet, so be it.  Where's that big red button....

And a golden glint in Tyr's eyes?  Oh, that could be trouble for someone ....

1: I agree with you, most of what the FO did is just stupid, why send people to the ground with a big gun when you could have used a dreadnought? you weren't taking prisoners anyways. (answer, more cinematic)

2: I was intending for it to be darker, as you said, this is how I imagined the FO should be

3: I cannot divulge anything on that as of yet

A short chapter can often times do more than a long one, if structured the correct way. And I believe you have succeeded with this chapter here. Very nicely done GF. Looking forward to what you have in store for us.

Thanks, TR! Can't wait to bring Y'all the next chapter.

CHAPTER IV
   68 A.B.Y.
     Tyr was brought through a labyrinth of corridors and passageways to a large hangar with an old Lambda-class shuttle, painted pitch black with the emblem of the New Order on the large dorsal fin.
     “What are we doing here?” Tyr asked the Officer.
     “We will be taking this shuttle to the Star Destroyer Insurrection in orbit where you will be introduced to your teammates.” The Officer said.
     “What’s our mission?” Tyr asked.
     “You’ll learn soon enough.” The Officer said, walking up the shuttles ramp.
     “That’s a lot of help.” Tyr said to himself, walking up the ramp.
     The shuttle lifted off and flew out the open bay door. Tyr looked out the window and saw his home for the first time in a year, the city looked almost exactly how it had looked during the festival. The only major changes were the party decorations had been replaced with New Order banners, and the Arena had been replaced by a large New Order garrison that was painted black and deep red. The shuttle quickly lifted out of visual range of his town and broke through the atmosphere of his home world. About twenty minutes into the flight Tyr stood up and looked out the window and got his first glimpse of his new life.

     Imperial Star Destroyers were created to inspire terror into the hearts of anyone who opposed them. They were monstrous ships at over a kilometer long. Nearly thirty years later, the First Order capitalized on this philosophy with their own Star Destroyers, even more powerful than the Imperial-class Destroyers of Palpatine’s era. The Star Destroyers built by the New Order put those all to shame, the Nova-class Star Destroyer was 10 kilometers long, and required a crew of 300,000 personnel to run efficiently, not including the countless number of Stormtroopers and Command staff aboard. The Insurrection was an impressive sight, even bigger than the Nova’s at 26 kilometers long and 5 kilometers wide, the Insurrection was a pitch black behemoth of almost unreal proportions.
     “Woah.” Tyr said. For his entire life, he was stuck with the mindset that his town was all there really was. He knew of the other areas of Tyalos and of the Galaxy at large, but they never seemed real to him. Now, he was off of his planet and approaching one of the largest ships in the entire Galaxy.
     “That is what most say upon their first glimpse of Insurrection. That ship is the pride of the Order, no ship in the galaxy is as grand and fearsome as the Insurrection.” The Officer said with pride. And he was right, Tyr could think of no ship that could possibly be grander than Insurrection.
     “So when do I meet my team?” Tyr asked. He really hoped he would get an answer this time and not one of the Officer’s normal dodges
    “You will meet them as soon as you are oriented on the Insurrection.” The Officer said matter-of-factly.
     The shuttle was approaching the Insurrection by this time and Tyr was told to return to his seat and strap in. The shuttle approached the Insurrection’s hangar bay, and Tyr was only becoming more and more amazed by the sheer size of the Insurrection. Within 10 minutes the Shuttle had docked and Tyr and the Officer had disembarked into quite possibly the largest room Tyr had ever seen. They were in the Insurrection’s primary docking bay on the underside of the ship. The room was so large it appeared that one of the old Imperial-Class Star destroyers could have fit in the hangar with plenty of room to spare. But he was not given time to marvel, as soon as they were cleared to continue, the Officer led him through a confusing matrix of corridors and passageways until they reached a long corridor with multiple doors on each side, the doors all had names beside them but they were in a language unfamiliar to Tyr.
     “Here is your room” The Officer said stopping at a black doorway that looked just like all the others in the hallway. The door silently slid open to reveal a simple chamber that was barely a step up from his old prison cell on Tyalos. A simple cot along the far wall with a row of 3 drawers next to it. There was a small table by his bed with a single, short cabinet in it. Along with a door on the opposite wall that likely went to the refresher room.
     “It’s not much.” Tyr said.
     “You didn’t have much to begin with.” The Officer said coldly.
     “It’ll be fine.” Tyr said, anxious to be rid of the Officer.
     “You’ll find a change of clothes in the rightmost drawer, and various other items you will need over the next few days in the others.” The Officer said.
     “What do I do now?” Tyr asked.
     “First, you should probably change your clothes. It’s not a wise idea to walk around a New Order Destroyer in prisoner’s garb.” The Officer said
     “Good idea.” Tyr said stepping into the room.
     “You will find a schedule of all your activities loaded into one of the gauntlets in that drawer.” The Officer said.
     “Thanks.” Tyr said, opening the drawer and reaching for the gauntlet.
     “I’ll leave you to your room now. You don’t have any activities for the next hour or so, so you’ll have a bit of time to become acquainted with your equipment.” The Officer said. With that, he did an about-face and walked out of the room and down the hallway. The door then shut behind the Officer. Tyr began to take things out of the drawers and inspect them. The first item was the pair of gauntlets that the Officer had mentioned, they were sturdy black leather, with the left one having a small screen that lit up when Tyr pressed on it. He scrolled around the screen for a few minutes, and eventually finding the controls to bring up his scheduled assignments and the maps to get to them from his quarters. He set the gauntlets aside and pulled out his clothes from the drawer. It was nothing impressive, a tight-fitting black tunic with sleeves down to his forearms, and a pair of black pants that could snap onto the black boots they came with.
     “It looks like someone really likes the color black.” Tyr said to himself, putting the clothes on.  He then turned to the other drawers, in one was a long black cloak with a hood that could conceal his face, and multiple pieces of gear that looked like rappelling equipment, along with a long bladed knife like the one he used to carry on Tyalos. The other had a vest that had what looked like Mandalorian armor attached to it. Tyr liked this and he slipped the vest over his head and looked back into the drawer and saw a small remote that had been hidden under the vest. He pulled it out and did the logical thing in this scenario; he pushed the big red button on top of it. With a near-silent hiss, the small cabinet on the table beside his bed slid open. Cautiously, he approached it and looked inside.
     Inside the cabinet were two metal cylinders with red buttons about two thirds up the shaft. One was about 30 centimeters long, the other about 25. Tyr picked up the longer of the two, and holding it far from his body, he pushed the button.


sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I've been really busy in my personal life and haven't had much time for writing.

A secret compartment with a pair of sabers?   Nice...   ;-)

I really need to start reading more of the fan fiction.

I didn't even know that you were a writer Golden. Good stuff! Keep it up.

Secret is not the word I'd use...nothing in that room isn't there deliberately...more like...a motivational tool i think...

who said they were sabers?


yeah, me and Lady Revan and a few others are starting to write a bit more.

not quite motivational, but the things in that room were all there for a very specific reason...

Tyr pushes the button, holding it away from his body.  For long seconds nothing seems to happen....

<<<  BOOOOM >>>


   *****

"What was that?"

"Probably just out-gassing.  I read a report about it last week."

knowing my editors, it would be more like, "Sorry, those beans have been messing with my stomach for a while now."

my "editor" is one of my friends at school.

LOL

Gotta be careful about those editors...  ;-)

yes. I ended up taking away edit access from him about 2 months ago. he is now restricted to commenting so he doesn't replace my story with memes. I think he did it 3 times before I took away his access  :P

fortunately he is becoming more serious about this and I have gotten some cool ideas from him.

I really really liked this chapter. Not sure why, but it was just really well done. Showed how young the character is in a good way without making his seem immature. He may be young in years, but he has been through quite a bit. I'm also liking where you are going with his skills and equipment. It's going to be a fun ride that's for sure. Keep it up, and don't worry about posting chapters daily or weekly or whatever. Just post them as you get them written. Right now I'm about 3 months between chapters. So don't feel too bad. ;D

Thanks Taegin! I have a few Ideas for the next chapter and it should be up sometime in early to mid-January. Can't wait to post it!

And we can't wait to read it GF!

You post when you're ready  ;)

It is happening sooner than you think, I had a big burst of inspiration in Bible class today and somehow managed to get Chapter 5 finished in the 2-3 hours since. so without further ado,

CHAPTER V
   68 A.B.Y.
     With a deep electronic snap, a brilliant green beam sprang into existence at the end of the shaft. Tyr was confused at exactly what he was looking at until he remembered an old holofilm he watched with his parents as a child.
     In that holo, there were great warriors from an ancient time called Jedi, and they wielded weapons called lightsabers. This thing he was holding bore a striking resemblance to a lightsaber, although he didn’t remember the sabers in the holos having jagged bolts of lightning racing up and down the length of the blade.
     He would have stood there for hours, mesmerized by the brilliant green blade and the deep hum of his new weapon, but it was not to be. Only a few minutes after finding this new treasure, his gauntlet started beeping. His gauntlet was showing a dark blue map of what he assumed was the nearby corridors with a room a few corridors away highlighted in yellow and a timer in the upper left corner counting down from ten minutes. Tyr decided he should get going, so he attached the saber to his belt and, after a moment's thought, grabbed the other saber out of it’s compartment and attached it opposite the longer hilt. He then grabbed the cloak out of it’s compartment and stepped out into the corridor and started towards the highlighted room on his map.
     He was almost immediately stopped by two stormtroopers who began questioning him.
     “Who are you?” One of them asked.
     “My name is Tyr Invictus.” Tyr said, trying to put some amount of authority into his voice.
     “Tyr Invictus, huh? Hold out your gauntlet.” The second one said, pulling out a portable scanner. Tyr didn’t want to cause a scene so he held out his arm. The trooper pulled a cord out of the scanner and attached it to a port on Tyr’s gauntlet. After a few moments, the trooper detached the cord and said;
     “Tyr Invictus, you are cleared for passage to all areas of this vessel available to those with the rank of lieutenant commander and below. Have a nice day.” The two troopers stepped out of the way and beckoned him to continue.
     “Thank you troopers” Tyr said. He took a quick look at the map on his gauntlet then headed towards the yellow room.
     Less than two minutes later he was at the door marked on his gauntlet. He looked for a keypad to open the door but the only thing he could see was a small port next to a small red light. He noticed that the port looked like the one on his gauntlet so he examined his gauntlet and found a fold away tab on his gauntlet that a little cord came out of. He plugged the cord into the port and then the red light changed to green. The door slid open with a metallic hiss revealing a pitch black room. He stepped into the room, pulling one of his sabers from his belt and igniting it bathing the room in deep green light.
     When he looked around the room he saw that he was in a large, open chamber with one door on the far side. But he wasn’t alone, there were three other people in the room. The tallest of the three stepped forward, pulling a metal rod off of his belt.
     “Tyr Invictus, we have been expecting you.” The man said, igniting the dark red lightsaber in his hand.

And ever deeper into the rabbit hole he goes...lieutenant commander though seems odd, perhaps just convenience of access but convenience for whom....

I like the description of his blade. Reminds me of some old fan art I saw a long time ago.

I got the idea from a light-side Kylo fanart a few months back. I saw it again earlier today and that gave me the inspiration to get Chapter 5 out so fast


That was more convenience for the Officer. apparently the Officer didn't like having to take him through so many security checkpoints. or something like that  ;)

Hey everyone! In case anybody is wondering, my google account is having some issues and I have not been able to work on Invictus in a while, but I think I almost have the issues all resolved so I can hopefully have the next chapter out by the end of this month.

without further ado... Chapter 7!

CHAPTER VII
          69 A.B.Y.
     In the one year that Tyr had served on the Insurrection a lot had happened; The Officer had truly made good on his promise to help Tyalos. The Order had brought refugees from other worlds to help repopulate the devastated world. The Order had also supplied finances enough to get the economy back to where it had been and farther.
     In his own life, Tyr had already gone on multiple missions for the Order and he had learned that the two other people in the room with the Zabrak had turned out to be Dargus and Aradyn from all those years ago, from the time before the Order arrived. He was never told exactly what, but he knew that the Order was searching for something that was far above his pay grade.
     His current mission, though it sounded interesting, was turning out to be quite uneventful.
     “Does anyone have eyes on the target?” Tyr said into his comm. He, Dargus and Aradyn were on a mission deep into the heart of the Hoth System. They were looking through the remains of the Rebellion’s Echo base. It was rumored that a small group of Gray Jedi had hidden here after the Order had taken power. Tyr and his group were sent to look here for some kind of crystal that they may have left behind. But the only thing he sees is a lot of empty crates and a few old pieces of equipment.
     “Negative Tyr. scanners aren’t picking up outside what we saw on the way in.” Dargus said.
     “Keep looking, if the scanners saw something then that means that there is something here.” Tyr replied.
     “What are these crystals supposed to look like?” Aradyn asked.
     “Like crystals I assume.” Tyr replied sarcastically. “I think the briefing said they were yellowish.” he said with a bit more seriousness.
     “Well the only thing I see is ice.” Dargus said kicking at a protrusion of ice sticking out from the wall.
     “Hold up!” Tyr called, “I’m getting some readings from that crate over there.” pointing to a dark grey crate half covered in snow. He walked over to the crate and dusted the snow off the lid. Studying the crate, he noticed that this crate was the only one so far that had a lock on it.
      “Should I…” he said, reaching for his saber.
     “If you think that’ll work. Just let me and Aradyn step back a bit.” Dargus said, him and Aradyn going to stand behind a nearby pillar.
     “Wuss.” Tyr said, he ignited his saber and rammed it through the lock. The lid on the crate popped off to reveal hundreds of yellow crystals. He instantly felt a powemanatingenating from the crystals and he knew he was looking upon something that he would likely never understand.
     “Dargus! Come out of there, you need to see this.” Tyr said looking in awe at the huge amount of power before him.
     “What is it?” Dargus asks walking up, Aradyn right behind him.
     “Woah!” Aradyn exclaimed, reaching into the crate and pulling one of the crystals out of the crate.
     “What are these things?” she asked. Tyr was about to say he didn’t know, but then, a word popped into his head. He didn’t know what it meant or if it really meant anything, but it seemed to fit these crystals like a key to a lock.
     “Kyber” Tyr said.
     “What the heck is a Kyber?” Aradyn asked.
     “These crystals are what power our lightsabers.” he replied, not really knowing how he knew this. Picking up one of the crystals, he noticed that they seemed to emit a light of their own. He brought it close to his face and saw… what was that? It looked like… himself. He suddenly felt a rush of power entering him from the crystal, a river of ice and fire running through his body, burning his insides until he couldn’t feel anything but pain! But then, empowering, rejuvenating the fire replaced with an internal warmth that even the icy winds of Hoth could not quench. Then a voice, speacking from the warmth
     “Tyr Invictus, bring these crystals to Tyalos! Do not return to the Order, they will destroy us, take us to the great temple under the Northern mountains.”
     “Who are you?” Tyr called out.
     “All will come to light when we are returned to our proper place under the mountains.”
     Tyr’s vision slowly started to go dark,
     “Wait, wait! I need to know more! Don’t leave me!” he called as his vision went black.

So the Order kept its promises...for its own reasons no doubt....probably to keep the Tyalos agents loyal...and now this Crystal.  What does Tyr do, listen to the talking - very possibly manipulative-  crystal, simple hand it over to the Order as...erm...ordered, or something completely different...look forward to finding out.

Yes, interesting development. Looking forward to what you have planned. Talking crystals ehh? Sounds like something I might've seen somewhere else. ;)

well, after more than 5 months, here it is!

CHAPTER VIII
          69 A.B.Y.
     Tyr’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start. Looking around he realized that he must have blacked out when the crystals spoke to him. He was on the floor of the hangar, Dargus and Aradyn standing a little ways away talking into their comms, the crate on a repulsorcart between them. Aradyn saw him sit up and walked over to him.
     “What’s going on?” he asked dazed.
     “Dargus is talking to Command about what to do with the crystals now that we have them.” She replied.
     “Well hurry up. I have a bad feeling about this.” Tyr said, shaking his head to clear the fog.
     “Why? This place has been uninhabited for more than 40 years.” Dargus said, having finished talking to command.
     “I don’t know. When I blacked out... I don’t know. Nevermind. Let’s just get out of here.” Tyr said, trying to remember what gave him this weird feeling.
     “Let’s get back to the ship.” Dargus said, walking towards the door at the end of the hangar.
     “Lets double time it. I have a really bad feeling about this.” Tyr said, standing up and walking to the door, dusting off his cloak as he did so.
     “Uh, guys, who is that?” Aradyn said pointing to an old man in tattered grey robes blocking the door.
     “ How should I know?” Tyr whispered. ”Who are you?” he called out to the man.
     Ignoring Tyr, the man said;
     “Our sanctuary has remained untainted by your foul Sith ways for almost 50 years. Why are you returning now?”
     “Sanctuary? Sith? We don’t know what you are talking about.” Dargus said. “All we know is that our mission told us to come here, get these crystals, and take them to our CO.”
     “I cannot let you do that” the man said reaching into his robe and pulling out and igniting a brilliant white lightsaber, just as four hooded men, their robes slightly less ripped and tattered than the first’s, dropped from the rafters and ignited their own lightsabers.
     “Well kriff.” Tyr said, drawing and igniting his lightsabers. Then, Aradyn and Dargus stepped up next to him and ignited their own sabers, Aradyn with a saberstaff with pale purple blades, and Dargus with two aqua colored blades. Even seeing the almost even fight, the old man looked just as confident.
     “We will be leaving with these crystals, and you will not stand in our way.” Tyr said with as much conviction as he could put into his voice.
     “We have guarded these crystals for more than 50 years, we will not allow them to be taken by some Sith child such as you.” The man said. As he said this, the other four began to move in, trying to encircle them.
     “Dargus, don’t let them take the crystals back. Aradyn, with me.” Tyr said, moving to face two of the hooded men, Aradyn facing the others.
     Tyr’s opponents saw this as their opportunity and moved in, one swinging his saber high and fast towards Tyr’s neck, Tyr caught that one on his blade easy enough and sent the man stumbling away with a flick of his wrist. The second man came in with a high overhead strike aimed to split him in two. Tyr dodged this with a quick sidestep, using the shorter of his two blades to deflect a blow from the first man. Pushing him away, he stepped back towards the second man, using his shoto to get inside the man’s guard and driving it through his chest. Without a second thought, Tyr spun and brought both of his blades back to bear onto the first man.
     His opponent was obviously new to combat, whereas Tyr, with almost a decade of sword and street fighting under his belt and more than a year of highly specialized training under the Order, quickly overpowered the young man and dispatched him with two swift thrusts through the abdomen.
     Tyr noticed two things when he turned around; one, Aradyn was just finishing off the last of her opponents, the remains of the first in half a dozen pieces on the floor. The second man’s defences were crumbling under her swift and unrelenting blows, and then, almost faster than the eye could blink, Aradyn had relieved the man of both of his arms and his head soon followed his arms on the short trip to the floor.
     The second thing Tyr noticed was that the old man had not moved, but had remained standing in the same position that he had held when the fight broke out, lightsaber still unused in the mans grasp, and eyes unfocused on any of the three. Curiosity soon got the better of Tyr who slowly began to walk towards the man, lightsabers raised in case the man tried anything.
     “Its over old man. Your people are dead, and we are taking these crystals. You can either let us by, or we’ll go through you.” Tyr said. Aradyn and Dargus walking up behind him to enforce his threat. When the old man didn’t move, Tyr decided to take matters into his hands and after two quick steps, raised his lightsaber to strike down the old man.
     His blade was within centimeters of the old man’s neck when a brilliant white beam as strong as duracrete blocked Tyr’s strike. Tyr quickly withdrew his weapon and spun back to stand next to Dargus and Aradyn. When he looked back at the old man, instead of seeing him in a combat stance as he expected, he looked the same as he had the entire time, lightsaber low at his side, eyes still unfocused on any of them. Determined to finish what he started, Tyr lunged in again, this time with a straight stab towards the man’s chest, but just as he was about to impale the man’s heart, the old man spun with speed that should not have been possible for someone of his apparent age. Once Tyr recovered from his attack, he spun towards the old man, who just gazed at Tyr, indifferent as always,
     “How did you do that?” Tyr asked.
     “You would not be able to understand even if I told you.” The man replied
     “You want to be that way then, Aradyn, Dargus, Take him.” Tyr said, lunging forward with Dargus just behind him, Aradyn had stepped backwards and attempted to get behind the man. When Tyr and Dargus got within striking range of the man they spread out to try and split the man’s focus. The man’s look of indifference didn’t change. By now Aradyn was straight behind the man’s back. Dargus made the first strike, his shotos swinging at the man’s neck and ankles.
     While the man’s expression didn’t change, his body and lightsaber moved with near mind blowing speed to intercept every one of Dargus’ strikes. Aradyn and Tyr, both realizing that this wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought, moved to support Dargus. Tyr on Dargus’ right side, reinforcing him and beginning to push the old man back towards Aradyn, who, staff whirling in a deadly flourish, struck at the man’s exposed back.
    To her surprise, before her saber struck the man, he extended one arm and sent Tyr and Dargus flying into the far wall as he used the hand with his saber in it to block her strike with surprising strength. She then launched into a wild series of strikes that had actually overwhelmed both Tyr and Dargus in their practices, but the man continued to surprise her, and he blocked every strike almost before she thought to deliver it. With a snarl she pressed her attack swinging her staff furiously to try and breach the old man’s seemingly impenetrable defences, but for all her efforts, she couldn’t even dent the steel wall of his defence. Tyr had recovered enough to stand by this time and noticed that Dargus was still unconscious, after closer examination Tyr saw that Dargus had broken his right arm when he had been thrown and had apparently hit his head pretty hard.
     “Aradyn! Dargus is down, we have to go now!” Tyr called across the room. He decided the best course of action would be to put Dargus on the hovercart next to the crystals so he could pull him along with the crystals once this annoying old man was dealt with.
     “I can’t really help that right now!” Aradyn yelled as Tyr put Dargus down. Tyr then noticed that he had dropped his lightsabers when he was thrown. A quick glance around showed them half buried in the snow. He ran over to pick them up, as he was collecting his shoto he heard a yell from Aradyn, looking over he noticed that the man had landed a solid strike on the inside of her calf, which was starting to bleed and drip down, staining the snowy floor red.
     “Mind helping me out here Tyr?” Aradyn called out in agitation. In response Tyr activated his blades and charged over. Tyr was beginning to see that the old man was beginning to push Aradyn back towards the far wall. Aradyn was now limping noticeably and her defences were beginning to falter. With a quick lunge, Tyr was able to distract the man from Aradyn and give her a few seconds to breathe. The downside to this was that now the man was focused completely on Tyr. Tyr completely immersed himself into the duel, his mind slowly giving itself over to the reflexes he had gained from more than a decade of combat. For a short time, the fight was almost evenly matched, Tyr’s wild and unexpected attacks meeting against the old man’s steel defences. Then, after a slightly overextended stab from Tyr, the fight was no longer as balanced, the man changed from having impenetrable defences to attacking with the speed and ferocity of a cornered nexu. Tyr, not noticing the change until it had already happened, was barely able to defend himself, Aradyn saw this and tried to come to his aid, but the man reached out his hand and she flew backwards to slam into the wall a few meters behind her. She crumpled to the floor in a heap. With a scream of rage, Tyr tried to regain the offensive, returning the old man’s powerful strikes with quick thrusts of his own, but after a few seconds Tyr realized he wasn’t going to win that way and returned to defend himself from the man’s furious strikes. Dargus chose this moment to wake up and try to help. Noticing him, Tyr was about to yell to stay back, when the old man took advantage of his momentary distraction to blast through Tyr’s guard and send his sabers flying into the snow a few meters away. Tyr, now not concerned about Dargus in the least, leapt backwards to avoid the old man’s lightning quick blows. He quickly got back to his feet and, from within his cloak, drew a dagger that was given to him by an armorer on Insurrection. The dagger was made of Beskar, often called Mandalorian steel, and was resistant to lightsaber strikes.
     The old man, either not noticing or not caring, lunged forward and took a stab at Tyr’s chest, but Tyr was able to deflect it off the edge of his dagger, although the man’s lightsaber still sliced off a small sliver of his cloak. Not expecting this, the man had accidentally overextended and allowed Tyr to land a cut on his wrist and send his lightsaber falling to the floor . With a triumphant grin on his face, Tyr advanced again swinging the dagger in a mad attempt to finish the man off. But the old man would not go out so easily and with a few deft parries was able to defend himself from Tyr’s dagger for almost a full minute before Tyr quickly switched his grip and sliced a long gash along the man’s forearm. Now Tyr had a distinct advantage and, with a well practiced spin, was able to duck down and land a deep cut on the back of the old man’s knee. With a cry of pain the man fell onto his back. Tyr then stood over him and prepared to drive his dagger through the man’s heart, when he saw the man reach out to his fallen lightsaber, but the fact that it was over three meters away made Tyr decide to ignore him, but as Tyr was about to drive the dagger through the old man, the lightsaber flew across the floor and into the old man’s hand, and with a flash of white light, sent a beam of brilliant energy through Tyr’s abdomen. Although this didn’t save the old man from his fate and Tyr, now powered more by gravity than force of will, drove his dagger through the old man’s heart. Tyr had a mere moment of satisfaction before everything went dark.

So Tyr won in the end...but it was a close run thing...and I am certain will not be without consequences later on, and not just in terms of his current consciousness stealing injuries.

Very close run at that. And it definitely will have consequences down the road. And now that you mention it he has had an unusual amount of those recently hasn’t he. I need to break that habit before every chapter ends with “then his vision went black.” I think 2 is enough of those for now lol.

I've had a lot of spare time on my hands recently so I was able to get this one written pretty quickly and Chapter 10 is well on the way by now. 10 should be out late this week or early next week.

CHAPTER IX
69 A.B.Y.
     Tyr woke to the cool white light and soft hum of a New Order medcenter. Looking around he saw Dargus in a bacta tank, his arm missing the unnatural bend that it had had back on Hoth. He also saw Aradyn in a chair across the room staring out of a window into what looked like a raging thunderstorm.
     With a slight groan, Tyr sat up in his cot and felt a strange pain in his abdomen. Looking down he saw that the only coverings he wore on his torso was a wide bandage covering everything between his hips and his rib cage.
    “You’re awake.” Aradyn said, walking over.
    “I can tell.” Tyr replied. “What happened? How did we get here?”
    “Well, we all survived, if that’s what you’re asking. After I was thrown, I blacked out for a few minutes. When I woke up I saw Dargus on the hovercart and you on top of the old man with your dagger in his chest and a hole in yours. After a few minutes I was able to get my composure and I got you on the hovercart and got both of you and those weird crystals back to our shuttle, just letting you know, that trip sucked. But I was able to send a message out to command and they were able to send help. After treating my leg on their ship they brought us to their main medcenter on Kamino, that’s where we are now. They fixed Dargus up the third day we were here, you were their main focus. He’s in bacta now just to rest and regain some of his strength. You were a different issue. Almost as soon as we landed a team came and whisked you off. We heard almost nothing about your condition. Now we know. Apparently that old mans lightsaber has punctured one of your lungs, and the heat alone damaged many of your other organs. It was a full week before we were able to see you. Right now the doctors are saying that you may have some abdominal pains for a few days, but other than that you should be good to go.” Once she finished she went back to her window to get her chair and brought it over to Tyr’s bed. “And once Dargus is out of there we can report back to command and see if we can get the briefing for our next mission.” She added.
     “Sounds good. Hey, did you manage to get our weapons?” Tyr said after a moment's thought.
     “Yeah. Dargus’ are on the table by his tank. Here’s yours.” She said reaching over to the table by Tyr’s bed, grabbing his lightsabers first then his dagger.
     “Thanks.” He said, putting his lightsabers down at his sides and twirling his dagger between his fingers.
     “Are you feeling good enough to walk?” Aradyn said after a few seconds.
     “I guess so. Where are we going?” Tyr asked.
     “To the hangar. Something that I’m told we’ll need for our next mission.” She replied.
     “Alright, lets go.” Tyr said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. As he was standing up, he realized something.
     “You know, I may need to be wearing a bit more than this.” He said. Pointing to his bandage and a pair of short white pants.
     “Oh yeah, your clothes are over there.” She said pointing to a small pile of black fabric on a table just over a meter away.
     “Thanks.” Tyr said walking over and sliding his tunic and trousers on. “Alright let’s go.”

     Aradyn then led him out of the medbay and down multiple corridors until they arrived at the hangar. A quick glance around revealed pretty much exactly what he expected. Multiple transports with the Order’s medical logo on them. Then he saw something that surprised him. Three brand new, state of the art, pitch black TIE Suppressors. They were the newest of the TIE line from Sienar and came with all the bells and whistles. A total of four laser cannons on its kite-shaped wings, 2 proton torpedo tubes below the cockpit, highly advanced deflector shields, and each one has a prototype cloaking device that renders the ship invisible to scanners and the naked eye. Combined with an experimental class 0.7 hyperdrive, they are the fastest and most powerful starfighters in the New Order’s arsenal. Each one is rumored to cost in excess of 5 million credits.
     “Are these ours?” Tyr said in astonishment.
     “Here.” Was her only response.Tyr looked at her in confusion and saw her holding out a small holodisk. He took the disk from her outstretched hand and pressed the disks single button. The image that showed was a very surprising one. It was the Officer. Midnight blue cape and crisp black uniform impeccable as ever.
     “Tyr Invictus. I’m glad you were able to survive your most recent mission. Your next one should be slightly easier. We have been receiving reports that the planet Tulanar has plans to leave the Order and start a campaign of resistance against us. You, Free, and Rush will be sent to Tulanar and will either verify or disprove these rumors. If they are proven true, you are to kill everyone who is a part of these plans and anyone associated with them. These TIE Suppressors are yours as a tool that I expect you will use to the best of your ability. Report to Commodore Braegan once you reach Tulanar. He will be in his Star Destroyer Incinerator in orbit. He will brief you further.”
     “As you say, it will be done sir.” Tyr replied, clicking off the holodisk. “Let’s go get Dargus and we’ll be on our way.”
     “I’ll stay here actually. There’s something I need to take care of.” Aradyn said back.
     “Alright. I’ll get Dargus and be back here soon.” Tyr said walking off.

     Once he had left, Aradyn reached into her pocket and brought out a small holodisk. After pressing multiple buttons and providing a retinal scan, the image of a tall, cloaked Zabraki man appeared.
     “Hello Aradyn, been a while, hasn’t it.”
     “Cut the pleasantries Skye, we have work to do.” Aradyn replied curtly.
     “So callous. May want to show a bit more respect. I don’t want to have to remind you of what happened last time your arrogance got the better of you.” As the Zabrak said this, he gave a slight tug on his cloak revealing the lightsaber hanging on his hip. Discomfort evident on her face she said:
     “No sir. You don’t. You’ll be glad to hear that Invictus and Free both trust me completely. Phase 2 is almost ready to be implemented. I’ll report what more I learn about our next mission to you once we reach Tulanar. Is there anything else I should do?”
     “No. You are doing perfect. Continue the good work. Brenx out.” The Zabrak, Brenx, ended the transmission. Aradyn decided she probably shouldn’t be in the exact same place as when Tyr left so she went over to her starfighter and began to try and look busy. 

Well that added an extra dimension...multiple agenda's at play here for certain...and will Tyr really suppress an uprising so violently...given what happened to his own world? could be very interesting dynamic...

Well, for one, his planets wasn’t rising up. And for another, remember, he does what the Order says to help Tyalos these next few chapters should help you determine what his loyalties lie.

As for multiple agendas, well, I have to keep it interesting somehow

Just caught up on my Invictus reading and I have to say: I really enjoyed the last few chapters, GF!  A few things that stand out (for me at least) was the Gray Jedi that you introduced.  I like the fact that you've kept them as this unknown variable; there's plenty of mystery here, one that you could certainly use in your upcoming chapters.  Even better: you have a new antagonist whose motives aren't necessarily "evil" yet counter to your antagonist.  Nice job, that.  Plus: I have to wonder just what about those kyber crystals are worth protecting, even up to killing those looking for them  ;)

Another great plot point: Aradyn's questionable loyalties.  Just how this plays out with her relationship to Tyr can certainly become a driving force that can call into question his own convictions; after all: betrayal is such a personal matter regardless of the conflict.

Good job with keeping your main character sympathetic, despite his current affiliation.  If you haven't already, I would suggest looking at LSG's and Taegin Roan's stories as they deal with similar issues and character arcs and are done VERY WELL.

Here's to Chapter 10!

Thanks for the plug there TD. ;D

Like the others have said GF, this story is really building into something unique. I didn't think I would like the point of view of the FO very much, but it is actually causing for a very interesting story. Can't wait to see what you have coming next.

Thank you all so much for the support. It really means a lot to me.

This has been a lot more fun than I ever could have imagined and I’m glad you all like it. I’m kinda busy right now so I can’t go into all the details as much as I’d like to but I do want to say that chapter ten should be out sometime soon and eleven will follow not long after.

After all this time I’m finally starting to build up to where I wanted it to bro all along and I cannot wait to share it with you all.

Till next time!

Hey all, Sorry it took so long but without further ado, here's Chapter ten

     Chapter X
         69 A.B.Y.
     Tyr walked into the medbay to find Dargus just getting out of his bacta tank and getting dressed.
     “You’re awake.” He said.
     “And your arm isn’t broken. That’s good, we have a mission.” Tyr replied.
     “Where to?” Dargus asked.
     “A small Inner rim world called Tulanar. Should be fun. Come on.” Tyr said back, turning around to walk out of the door.
     “Hey! Don’t forget these.” Dargus called after him, pointing to the lightsabers still laying on Tyr’s bed.
     “Thanks.” Tyr said, picking up his weapons. “Are you ready to go?”Tyr asked.
     “Yeah. Let’s go.” Dargus replied walking out the door next to Tyr. They entered the hangar a few moments later to find Aradyn lying down on a hover sled, under her starfighter, forearms covered in grease, tinkering with one of the torpedo tubes below the cockpit.
     “What are you doing down there?” Tyr called.
     “Just thought I’d oil down the torpedo tubes on our fighters.” She said standing up and rubbing the grease off of her arms.
     “Did you do mine and Tyr’s as well?” Dargus asked.
     “Yup. I’m just about done here. Are you guys ready to head to Tulanar?” She replied rolling her sleeves back down.
     “I’m ready when you are.” Tyr replied.
     “Let’s go already. I’m tired of this place.” Dargus said, walking towards his fighter.
     “Alright. Rendezvous at the Incinerator above Tulanar. Meet up in the main hangar and we’ll go meet Commodore Braegan together.” Tyr issued the orders with the precision that a year of highly intensive training gave him.
     “See ya then.” Dargus said. And then, to Aradyn,”50 creds says Tyr is the last one there.” To which Aradyn replied:
     “I’ll give you 50 more if you can beat me there too.”
     “Deal!” Dargus said, turning to walk the remaining few meters to his starfighter.
     “Bye Dargus!” Tyr called from his cockpit. Just as Tyr was ducking into his cockpit he saw Dargus turn and sprint to his fighter.
     With a slight chuckle he lifted his fighter off the ground and slowly maneuvered out of the hangar. Once he was clear of the city, he pushed the throttle up and shot through the clouds and into the deep black of space. After pressing a few more buttons he felt the deep rumble of his hyperdrive powering up, and then, Aradyn and Dargus right behind him, he was shot into the mesmerizing world of hyperspace.

Glad that you continued this, GF!

Nice transitional chapter, bit of a "calm before the storm."  And given our suspicions about Aradyn's questionable loyalties...I wonder what she really did with Tyr's torpedo tubes...

I'm looking forward to Ch.11  :)

Hey guys, I just wanted to let y'all know I'm not dead and I may try and revive this thing soon, just judging interest right now.

Well just speaking for myself: I'm definitely interested!  Bring on the next chapter (when you're able  ;))

And glad to hear that you're doing OK, GF  :)

Gad to hear you're interested Dutch. and thanks, I've been so busy these past few months it's not even funny. But you may be seeing a bit more of me around here in the coming months.

Of course we are interested. When I saw that you had posted just now I got super excited. I understand about being super busy (I have been too), but I'm really glad to see you jump back on.

I'm glad to hear that Taegin.