Post by Mandalorian Warrior on Apr 2, 2007 9:32:56 GMT -5
" I killed my first Jedi before I was sixteen, so I figure I might know something of the matter...
I guess once it was easy to find them. They were all over back in the days of the Republic; that was before the Empire grew though. Before the bounty on their heads was placed. I got myself several more after that first before they all disappeared.
It's a real trick finding them now. Near impossible. Some pointers though for anyone who finds one...
The first thing you should know about them is they're not normal. That's obvious though, I mean they wouldn't be Jedi if they were. They have tricks we don't, they seem to know you're going to attack them before you do. They can smack your blaster shots right back at you, jump as high as your thrust pack will carry you and throw stuff to distract without even touching it. All I can say for this... study them, know them. Be prepared for the unexpected. They're not like you and I.
Second thing I can advise... stay out of range of their light-swords I mean, yeah, they can throw them and that will always surprise you when it comes back to their hand, but without it they can't block your shots. They get lucky they might dodge them but that is where being good with a blaster comes in handy. Just use range on them, some seem good enough with their hands so you might wanna watch out for that, get in close throw a few jabs and you realize you're laying on your back if you ain't too good with the hand to hand; they seem trained in martial arts to some extent. I personally never had that problem. The last Jedi I got close with I broke his neck before he could crush my lungs with his powers. Most without the light-sword or their fancy powers don't have any extra weapons, so keep this in mind.
Thirdly, don't stop moving; keep them moving too. You slow down enough for them to use their powers or get close you're karked. Chuck grenades keep them running about don't let them get settled enough they can concentrate. Seems to me when they get that kinda timing they end up using their 'TK' on you - I watched a good friend of mine get the life squeezed out of him by a slab of steel that way. Heard that was how my uncle Banon died too... so watch yourself, watch them more importantly and don't let the battle slow till they're not moving anymore.
I'd also suggest not just blasters in your arsenal, get yourself some frags, wrist-rockets and maybe even one of them old slugthrowers, I prefer my vibrosword. I killed two of my six with this thing. One was a young kid; younger then I was at the time but the other was old enough to hold his own. That is why I'm missing my right eye.
That one was for my father. That is why I've not replaced the eye with a prosthetic - a permanent reminder.
Seems the Merys thing to do is kill or be killed by these so called Jedi.
It sounds easy from the above things I've said but it's not. I learned alot from my dad on the subject probably the only thing that kept me surviving as long as I have in this line of work, stuff I summed up as I've recorded here for whoever finds this maybe they can pick up a few things from me. Not that there will be any Jedi left. Been real hard finding their where-a-bouts.
This last mark has taken almost half a year to find. We found her though. Currently en-route to some primitive planet called Dorajan with my crew. Supposed to be a Witch there. Usually these kinda stories lead to a Jedi, witches, bogey men for the Empire, magicians. Whatever you want to call it. If we're lucky she'll be a Jedi the saber always tells the tale, or the outright use of their hokey magics. We'll see. "
A beep and the dimming of a red button signaled that the recording had shut off. Styvar stood up turning around to wring one hand against the other. His four fingers and a thumb on the right sliding over the three fingers on his left. Encased over that arm was a rounded energy-shield generator able to deflect blaster shots and block a lightsabers blade. It created a small circular energy field; despite this, it was incapable of blocking physical attacks that were not energy-based.
Over his right shoulder settled a long handled vibro-sword, his pride - attached to it's handle was the braid of a 'Padawan' learner. His first kill with the weapon. He normally didn't keep trophies but something about the battle seemed like he needed to, unsure if it was out of respect for the other fighter or just some morbid desire of his own.
On his right thigh rested an old 'flechette launcher' a shot-gun of sorts meant for close range. A weapon tried, tested and proven to work several times over. His eyesight wasn't the best so even his fathers "Death-Hammer" had been modified for closer range shots that were wider spread. Allowing to substitute for the lack of long range vision Styvar possessed. For very troublesome encounters he also had a good array of grenades, one smoke, two flash, two frag and an ion. All 'just in case' he needed them settled in a neatly packed bandoleer across his chest.
More or less one could say he was prepared. He enjoyed his work, mercenary, warrior, fighter and duelist. Most proudly though a Jedi Hunter. He focused himself on tracking down these freaks who could exhibit abilities declared by the Empire as 'illegal' unless used of course by the Empire. He'd heard the stories of Lord Vader - He didn't know the man, never met him and never wanted to but he heard rumor enough to know of the Galactic Empires hypocrisy. They were no better than the Jedi.
Be a mistake to tangle with them though. A huge mistake, especially since they were his current employer. Styvar ran his 'normal' hand over his shaven head; nails biting into his scalp as he scratched it roughly in thought while reading over the computer display dossier of this 'Witch'.
Recent Imperial aligned settlements reported the stories that were being told by the 'Abos'. Meaning there could be some truth to them, unless of course they were simply that. Stories. But a thankful little bit of info had tipped off the Empire that such a being did exist in the form of a Jedi who exiled her self a long time ago for conflicting beliefs. Didn't matter if she was this person or not. Some witch showed up using her magic he was going to either A) Nail her down and drag her ass in to the same man he always turned his 'possibles' into or B) Blow her head off with his flechette launcher or quite possibly C) both of the above.
" Planet is in view. Prepare for entry. Competitors ready yourselves!!! " Came over the com. Every form on board did just that. Every 'form on board was a skilled hunter of one sort or another, usually another. This was the competitiion. Styvar had to admit the competition was an impressive line up. Talented hunter-killers from all-over the Galaxy. This holo-vised little event had gone on for six shows now. This would be Styvar's third time joining having bagged one Jedi - making him one of the top three, a Kerestian warrior named Zallegos and a murderous droid named Flesh-Hater were the other two, the droid leading the 'games' with two kills. The audience of course being the Galactic Empire. All those safe and comfortable pro-humans who sat behind the other end of the holovid. A rarity that the Emperor opened it up for anything beyond military use but this was a rare channel.
A live showing of the Jedi Hunt.
They were the Jedi; we were the Hunters. It didn't matter if they were not even Jedi, sometimes they ended up not having 'magic' at all. Competitors were expected to put on a show. A show to the people of the Empire could mean anything, even the slaughter of innocents - as long as these innocents were not humans.
Styvar only wondered at the ratings this of this brutal show as he over looked his 'arsenal' once more, ratings he figured if they'd done this show ten years earlier they woulda been even higher.
Once he made sure everything was in place and ready he drew his backpack on. Sliding it over armor plated shoulders before pulling his hood up; breather mask following suit. A hand steadying himself on the wall-rail as the ship began to shake and groan in it's downward descent.
" Lets see if this hag makes number seven and point two " He said to no one in general as he looked at the notches on the handle of his vibro-sword - having taken it out to observe it in his own silent ritual before sliding it away. Not paying any mind to the other Jedi Hunters around him. Possible enemies once the shuttles had lifted off to leave them all grounded in this jungle called Dorajan.
Survive the land, each-other and kill the possible Jedi - the woman dubbed, 'The Witch of Dorajan'. No... not woman, target.
That was the mission, and would be the entertainment for millions of Imperial loyalists, families and quite possibly Emperor Palpatine himself.
I guess once it was easy to find them. They were all over back in the days of the Republic; that was before the Empire grew though. Before the bounty on their heads was placed. I got myself several more after that first before they all disappeared.
It's a real trick finding them now. Near impossible. Some pointers though for anyone who finds one...
The first thing you should know about them is they're not normal. That's obvious though, I mean they wouldn't be Jedi if they were. They have tricks we don't, they seem to know you're going to attack them before you do. They can smack your blaster shots right back at you, jump as high as your thrust pack will carry you and throw stuff to distract without even touching it. All I can say for this... study them, know them. Be prepared for the unexpected. They're not like you and I.
Second thing I can advise... stay out of range of their light-swords I mean, yeah, they can throw them and that will always surprise you when it comes back to their hand, but without it they can't block your shots. They get lucky they might dodge them but that is where being good with a blaster comes in handy. Just use range on them, some seem good enough with their hands so you might wanna watch out for that, get in close throw a few jabs and you realize you're laying on your back if you ain't too good with the hand to hand; they seem trained in martial arts to some extent. I personally never had that problem. The last Jedi I got close with I broke his neck before he could crush my lungs with his powers. Most without the light-sword or their fancy powers don't have any extra weapons, so keep this in mind.
Thirdly, don't stop moving; keep them moving too. You slow down enough for them to use their powers or get close you're karked. Chuck grenades keep them running about don't let them get settled enough they can concentrate. Seems to me when they get that kinda timing they end up using their 'TK' on you - I watched a good friend of mine get the life squeezed out of him by a slab of steel that way. Heard that was how my uncle Banon died too... so watch yourself, watch them more importantly and don't let the battle slow till they're not moving anymore.
I'd also suggest not just blasters in your arsenal, get yourself some frags, wrist-rockets and maybe even one of them old slugthrowers, I prefer my vibrosword. I killed two of my six with this thing. One was a young kid; younger then I was at the time but the other was old enough to hold his own. That is why I'm missing my right eye.
That one was for my father. That is why I've not replaced the eye with a prosthetic - a permanent reminder.
Seems the Merys thing to do is kill or be killed by these so called Jedi.
It sounds easy from the above things I've said but it's not. I learned alot from my dad on the subject probably the only thing that kept me surviving as long as I have in this line of work, stuff I summed up as I've recorded here for whoever finds this maybe they can pick up a few things from me. Not that there will be any Jedi left. Been real hard finding their where-a-bouts.
This last mark has taken almost half a year to find. We found her though. Currently en-route to some primitive planet called Dorajan with my crew. Supposed to be a Witch there. Usually these kinda stories lead to a Jedi, witches, bogey men for the Empire, magicians. Whatever you want to call it. If we're lucky she'll be a Jedi the saber always tells the tale, or the outright use of their hokey magics. We'll see. "
A beep and the dimming of a red button signaled that the recording had shut off. Styvar stood up turning around to wring one hand against the other. His four fingers and a thumb on the right sliding over the three fingers on his left. Encased over that arm was a rounded energy-shield generator able to deflect blaster shots and block a lightsabers blade. It created a small circular energy field; despite this, it was incapable of blocking physical attacks that were not energy-based.
Over his right shoulder settled a long handled vibro-sword, his pride - attached to it's handle was the braid of a 'Padawan' learner. His first kill with the weapon. He normally didn't keep trophies but something about the battle seemed like he needed to, unsure if it was out of respect for the other fighter or just some morbid desire of his own.
On his right thigh rested an old 'flechette launcher' a shot-gun of sorts meant for close range. A weapon tried, tested and proven to work several times over. His eyesight wasn't the best so even his fathers "Death-Hammer" had been modified for closer range shots that were wider spread. Allowing to substitute for the lack of long range vision Styvar possessed. For very troublesome encounters he also had a good array of grenades, one smoke, two flash, two frag and an ion. All 'just in case' he needed them settled in a neatly packed bandoleer across his chest.
More or less one could say he was prepared. He enjoyed his work, mercenary, warrior, fighter and duelist. Most proudly though a Jedi Hunter. He focused himself on tracking down these freaks who could exhibit abilities declared by the Empire as 'illegal' unless used of course by the Empire. He'd heard the stories of Lord Vader - He didn't know the man, never met him and never wanted to but he heard rumor enough to know of the Galactic Empires hypocrisy. They were no better than the Jedi.
Be a mistake to tangle with them though. A huge mistake, especially since they were his current employer. Styvar ran his 'normal' hand over his shaven head; nails biting into his scalp as he scratched it roughly in thought while reading over the computer display dossier of this 'Witch'.
Recent Imperial aligned settlements reported the stories that were being told by the 'Abos'. Meaning there could be some truth to them, unless of course they were simply that. Stories. But a thankful little bit of info had tipped off the Empire that such a being did exist in the form of a Jedi who exiled her self a long time ago for conflicting beliefs. Didn't matter if she was this person or not. Some witch showed up using her magic he was going to either A) Nail her down and drag her ass in to the same man he always turned his 'possibles' into or B) Blow her head off with his flechette launcher or quite possibly C) both of the above.
" Planet is in view. Prepare for entry. Competitors ready yourselves!!! " Came over the com. Every form on board did just that. Every 'form on board was a skilled hunter of one sort or another, usually another. This was the competitiion. Styvar had to admit the competition was an impressive line up. Talented hunter-killers from all-over the Galaxy. This holo-vised little event had gone on for six shows now. This would be Styvar's third time joining having bagged one Jedi - making him one of the top three, a Kerestian warrior named Zallegos and a murderous droid named Flesh-Hater were the other two, the droid leading the 'games' with two kills. The audience of course being the Galactic Empire. All those safe and comfortable pro-humans who sat behind the other end of the holovid. A rarity that the Emperor opened it up for anything beyond military use but this was a rare channel.
A live showing of the Jedi Hunt.
They were the Jedi; we were the Hunters. It didn't matter if they were not even Jedi, sometimes they ended up not having 'magic' at all. Competitors were expected to put on a show. A show to the people of the Empire could mean anything, even the slaughter of innocents - as long as these innocents were not humans.
Styvar only wondered at the ratings this of this brutal show as he over looked his 'arsenal' once more, ratings he figured if they'd done this show ten years earlier they woulda been even higher.
Once he made sure everything was in place and ready he drew his backpack on. Sliding it over armor plated shoulders before pulling his hood up; breather mask following suit. A hand steadying himself on the wall-rail as the ship began to shake and groan in it's downward descent.
" Lets see if this hag makes number seven and point two " He said to no one in general as he looked at the notches on the handle of his vibro-sword - having taken it out to observe it in his own silent ritual before sliding it away. Not paying any mind to the other Jedi Hunters around him. Possible enemies once the shuttles had lifted off to leave them all grounded in this jungle called Dorajan.
Survive the land, each-other and kill the possible Jedi - the woman dubbed, 'The Witch of Dorajan'. No... not woman, target.
That was the mission, and would be the entertainment for millions of Imperial loyalists, families and quite possibly Emperor Palpatine himself.
