The Enduring

Chapter One

Leaves gently blew across the cobblestone path in front of Theed Palace. The brilliant sun slowly sunk below the round roofs of the building and a shadowed figure walked down the path covered from head to toe in black robes. He walked with a smooth black staff with a rounded top that was only a foot short from his head. Under his robes was a dark blade strapped in its sheath attatched to his belt. Not many were out at sunset and that was the way he liked it. He continued the path until he made a sharp left into a alley that lead to the cantina over the bridge. As he walked through his breathing steady and gentle he knife pressed against his throat. "Jax..." The man holding the knife pressed the knife in a little harder. "You owe me my speeder Jax." The black robed man continued to breath gently as if it was no dilemma. The man with the knife was scruffy and greasy, it showed by his mechanic clothes and scraggy beard. "Im not a man to fool out of somthing...im dangerous." After he uttered the last word of that scentence jax kicked back and sent the man into the stone wall. Before he could recover Jax stuck his staff straight into the mans chest. As he knelt to the ground Jax swept the staff back up to strike him in the face. He wiped the end of his staff on the man's clothes cleaning the blood off. Wheather the man was dead or not he didnt care, he turned and walked over the bridge and into the cantina.

The door to the cantina slid open and the grey eyed Jax walked in. Everything went silent...went cold. Like everything had frozen in place that second he stepped in. Jax glided across the floor like a shadow. to a barstool. As he sat the man next to him got up and left and the other just stared at his drink. The bartender walked over from the back room and spotted Jax. "Ah Jax, welcome...the usuall ale will it be?" Jax nodded. The bartender filled a cup of Corellian Ale and placed it in front of Jax. The room then began to murmer slightly and returned to its full loudness as it was before. Jax inhaled the drink left money on the counter and slid back out. 'What a wonderful night it has been." Jax thought.

Chapter 2

Garet Jax, what a curious figure. Only seen in black with his staff, only seen talked to if your in trouble. His grey cold eyes always scanned the surroundings and his lean skinny figure always slid as soft as a shadow over the ground and his face was never seen. It is said that Garet Jax has never lost a battle to anyone. They say that he even fought countless Rancors on Dathomir when he was emprisoned by Nightsisters. But who is Garet Jax? What is he? And what is his purpose? Nobody knows.

"And we must figure out!" A woman smashed her fist against a table where fourteen people sat around. "He killed another civilian!" We must stop him or he will just keep going. But wait, we cant stop him...and why any of you cant is always beyond me!" She shouted and raved and the people around the table seemed to sink in their seats. "We have sent our own forces, marines, poilice and disaster agents to take him in...we even hired mercinaries!" A man in a Naboo Police uniform pleaded. "Its impossible, how can one man escape our grasp, destroy everything we throw at him?" The woman wondered now turned disgusted from the rest of the board. "He WILL be thrown in jail, I assure you." Another man said. "No...we need a more permanent solution to our problem." The woman said. "You can not kill him, he is beyond any of you in skill." A voice came from the doorway. "How did you get in here!?" The woman turned in fustration. "Do you want him dead Dorshall?" The mystery man said. "What is this, you know my name too?" Reveal yopurself! Dorshall yelled. Out of the shadows a man in ripped red robes appeared. "Give me your best price...and his head will be on this table shorter than you can say Paazak." Dorshall smiled. "Im sure we can come to a agreement." But, utter another letter of my name and I will have you killed." Dorshall took out a paper and wrote long numbers on it.